Going For the Oscar This Year aka Hector Shawn Carne who plays Lucas Lee & Cindy Lust & Alaska Nebraska & Dicky Zuko & Flo Moe & Lou C. Furr & Julie Powers
You Should So Totally Come aka Mona Hitlerina who plays Envy Adams & Ginger Ale & Lisa Miller & Stacey Pilgrim & Elle Moe & Kylie Sirius & Chris Wesker
Just Shoot Me aka "Magna Man" Randy Savage who plays Kim Pine & Damien Olympus & Bruce Norris & King Kong Ishimori
The Perfect Asshole aka Rush who plays Gideon Graves & Stephen Stills & JT Michaels & April Banks & Lucas 'Crash' Wilson & Crusty Puss & Dewey Jones
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COTM!
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Born To Run [Open!] « Thread Started on Apr 1, 2012, 1:34pm »
I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.
This week was an ever so joyful week for Elle Moe, perhaps the most joyful week of this new year of 2012! The grass on her lawner seemed greener, her beloved boyfriend Ashley wasn't trying to initiate intercourse in the morning for once, and Octavia seemed so happy she was sick!...Literally, for some reason beyond Elle's knowledge, her maid had been running to the bathroom, puking a storm! But, Elle was happy enough to let that slide! And you know why? Because the good lord had shined down and given Elle a new direction to pursue in her little life, one that would first-handedly correct the problems she was having with her fellow conservative Canadians:
She was running for Mayor of Toronto.
She had made the official announcement only four days past, and, already, her race was leaving her ever so busy! Immediately getting the help of the other members of her philanthropy, the Elle Moe Foundation, and her campaign manager, which was her aforementioned ill maid Octavia, she had began printing posters and working her butt oh so off! She'd even made the first of what was going to be several posters and flyers for the campaign!
And, this afternoon, was Elle's first really big event to promote her campaign: She was going to spend a couple of hours at one of Toronto's most popular restaurants, a pizza shop that was named...Pizza Pizza, and hold a meet and greet event for anybody and everybody who would be oh so kindred to come on down and get a signed poster, a picture and listen to a speech and a song or two by Elle! And all for a starting cost of at least ten dollars for entrance, plus the proper additional costs for materials and food!
So, after spending ever so long making herself presentable, going for a blue motif since she wanted the people to know she was true, and what color was truer than the color blue? After placing a fringed beehive wig, and wrapping her cross necklace around her right hand like a charm bracelet, Elle was ready to go to that Pizza Pizza meet and greet and meet what was hopefully ever so many supporters! Placing a ne w pair of shades over her eyes, since her previous pair had been ruined in the incident with young Cindy Lust, Elle stepped into the passenger's seat of her blue convertible as Octavia started the car up and drove her off to her destination.
Of course, Elle needed to make an ever so appropriately excellent enerance, one to remember and one to make up for the fact that she was now oh so late, thanks to them having stop twice to let Octavia wretch on the side of the road. Oh well, she could always chastise Octavia later, but now, it was time to retrieve her boombox and blare what was most likely going to be the ever so amazing theme song for her campaign, recorded by herself!
After an ever so long intro, Elle's singing voice began to ring out as she came closer and closer to the pizza place and the people whom awaited!
SHE'S A GRACEFUL THUNDER, A TALENTED DAME SHE'S COMING TO OFFICE, LIKE A HURRICANE HER CAMPAIGN IS FLASHING AROUND THE CITY IF YOU'RE YOUNG, YOU'LL HOPEFULLY BE SWAYED BY THIS DIT-Y
SHE-EEEE WILL SAY PRAYERS, SHE'LL HOPE FOR A BETTER LIFE BUT THE LIBERALS ARE PUTTING UP A FIGHT THI-IIII-IIIS IS CRAVEN, LET'S HOPE THERE'S A HEAVEN I'VE GOTCHA; AND GOD'S GOTCHA! ELLE'S BE-LLLLLLLLL-LLLLLLLS!!!!!!!
And then, Elle stepped out of the car, and headed to the restaurant, where a decent crowd was already gathering!
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #1 on Apr 11, 2012, 10:00pm »
Ride on shooting star! With the voice of my heart, Like a shotgun, I kept on singing!
*Knock, knock, knock!*
"...I know you're in there!"
*Knock, knock, knock!*
"Open up!"
*Knock, knock, knock!*
"...Oh, come...come on! I just saw you look through the peephole!"
"No, you didn't! Nobody's home, and won't be home until approximately...two more minutes."
"The thirty minutes or it's free rule only applies if I don't arrive in time which I have since it's been twenty-eight minutes since you've placed your order, sir! You still have to pay even if you're going to hide in there for two more minutes! Now please open the door so I can go back to work!"
"....Fiiiine!"
When his father told him being a delivery boy not only builds character, but was also less degrading than flipping burgers at those infamous Golden Arches, Simon had sent in an application to Pizza Pizza regardless of what he had felt about greasy, acne inducing establishment. After all, he was always raised to please his overbearing parents no matter how absurd their expectations of him were academically, career-wise, and even when it came to the woman he'd eventually (I'd give it 10-15 years!) marry. But after being employed by Pizza Pizza for about six months, Simon had wished he disobeyed his father just this once, and sent in an application to the library around the time they posted a Wanted Ad for anyone who was willing to sort their books alphabetically. A part-time job he could've done in his sleep! But instead, he delivers pizza in a moped which he has to pay for from his own pocket, gets yelled at by a faux-Italian with a even faker tan, and is almost always subjected to the "30 Minutes or it's Free!" rule where he'll have to pay for the pizza if it's late!
Case in point here where a customer was attempting to abuse that rule even though he had arrived on time! Luckily, Simon had spotted the frugal fiend before he could get away with it, and after egging the customer on to pay for his ten dollar pie with a side of five dollar garlic knots, the customer had finally complied with opening the door. Once the door had opened to reveal the cheapskate in all his money saving glory, Simon quickly calculated the man's price plus tax. He had also hoped he'd receive a tip for his efforts, but that was doubtful. The poor nerd couldn't remember the last time someone was considerate enough to reward him for the stressful task of riding through traffic and constantly having to locate their address through a busted GPS!
"That'll be $15.95, sir..."
"Here ya go, buddy!"
"Uhm, sir. This is...counterfeit. It's not even good counterfeit. This dollar bill has Mike Seaver from Growing Pains. Sir? Sir? Sir!"
...Goddamn Kirk Cameron. The minute he took his eyes off the customer, and onto the bill that had displayed the famed sitcom character, he was already pulling out of his garage in a DeLorean which was obviously kept in poor condition, then drove off with the pizza and garlic knots in tow! Again, Simon was ripped off by a customer which meant he had no choice but to have about sixteen bucks taken out of his paycheck to compensate for the expenses! Silently cursing under his breath and dragging his feet back to his standard issue moped, Simon climbed on slowly, then proceeded to return to the restaurant whilst contemplating his career choices. He was spending more money than making money working here, so he needed some new options here! Perhaps there was some store in the mall that required employees. Or even that Happy Avocado place all his classmates with the black framed glasses and scarves always seemed to enjoy eating at!
Still in thought of what he could possibly do, Simon was already back at work, but was too distracted to notice a group of people gathering into the building to watch some woman who was doing...karaoke it seems? He didn't remember Mr. Giovanni ever mentioning adding a karaoke machine, but what did he care? He didn't have to sit through that noise anyways since 85% of his job was spent avoiding dodging cars to the delight of unappreciative lovers of imitation Italian cuisine! Sneaking past the crowd of people who were surrounding the woman, Simon entered the kitchen ready to hand in his sixteen dollars and quit to his boss until he had been dragged over by his collar by the panic stricken Guido!
"'Ey, Simon! Some looney grenade is scarin' my customers with her AC/DC! That's straight up creepin' and bad for business! PTL, brother! PTL! Pizza, tan, laundry! It's a code here, and she's ruinin' it! Go knock her off her block for me, will ya?"
"...With all due respect, sir, I don't think I should strike a woman. I don't even know how to fight anyways!"
"COME AT HER, BRO!"
And not given the chance to again reject his request nor quit his job, Simon was shoved out of the kitchen where he had stumbled straight into the woman! Quickly backing off of her, Simon adjusted his glasses to get a good look at her. An attractive looking woman with her most notable features being her...blue hair. Well, he's honestly seen odder. Like that pink-haired white girl he saw booty dancing to Lykke Li at that bar Motherfucker Mitch dragged him off too! Man, that was embarrassing!
"...Ex-excuse me, miss. You're being quite disruptive and it's disturbing our customers. I'm going to have to ask you to leave..."
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Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #2 on Apr 12, 2012, 7:20pm »
I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.
"Hello, hello, my fellow dissenters!"
Elle was ever so pleased with this crowd of supporters, but apparently Octavia wasn't since, as soon as somebody was oh so kind enough to open the door to the pizza restaurant for Elle to enter, the black woman sprinted inside with her hand clenched over her mouth! Had she contracted some sort of jungle fever that Elle was unaware of? Or had she contracted food poisoning from a bad batch of sweet tea? Elle did not know, and she couldn't let her sick Negro campaign manager distract her from the event that was at hand! And, with that, Elle entered the restaurant, followed by her supporters, which...caused an immediate number of the customers already inside the restaurant to stand up, groan and leave the place!
"...Aren't you here to meet me?" Elle asked, a little uncertain as to why those people left. But, oh well! It was really their loss, and they were most likely non-believing liberals, as well! The thought of only being around her fellow righteous, dissenter conservatives greatly pleased Elle and she began to walk again, trying to find an open, clean table for herself to do her meetin' and greetin' business in! But, as was becoming an annoying habit lately, things wouldn't just fall into her lap like spilled milk as she was bumped into by somebody! Elle gasped, stumbling back, thankfully retaining her balance as she stared down at the slightly shorter boy, whom actually looked more scared of Elle than she of him!
On a second look, Elle studied the boy face, it seemed as if, judging by his skin color his pouty lips and his ever so odd brown eyes, he was of the high yellow race! This sent Elle's mind into a flurry as there had been one problem she had been ignoring with her campaign: She had about as much pull with all of the minority votes as the cast of that ever so slightly amusing show about the sixty year-old alcoholic cougars would if they tried to run for office! If this boy really was a high yellow as he looked to be, perhaps...Elle wouldn't tell him to mind his manners for the accidental bumping and for asking her to leave when Octavia presumably booked the restaurant for this event, and could use him to her advantage!
"O! Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho!" Elle laughed, attempting to firmly wrap her arm around the boy as she faced the crowd of supporters once again.
"Look who I found here! It's my ever so charming friend......"
...Elle tried to take a look down at what she presumed was his work uniform, but there was no sign of a name tag there!
"...O! Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho! Will you show me to my table, so I can get this event started, friend?"
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #3 on Apr 12, 2012, 8:49pm »
Ride on shooting star! With the voice of my heart, Like a shotgun, I kept on singing!
...You ever get that awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone happens to be staring at you for an extended period of time without saying a single word? Yeeeah, Simon was definitely getting that right about now, and it felt worse than the time that Esther woman drove her ham hands straight into his midsection! He was quite frightened as the woman continued to glare into his form and examined each and everyone of his features almost as if she was a cannibal checking her portions before her next big meal. Oh, why couldn't of Mr. Giovanni handle this situation on his own? He did bodybuilding on the side for God's sake! 'Gym' was apart of his ridiculous motto, and his muscles had muscles! How could he be such a coward that he'd send a string bean such as himself to handle a woman when he was surely physically more intimidating than he was? Once the staring had reached the two minute mark with no words uttered by the woman, Simon had finally felt it was the appropriate time to simply leave, and let Mr. Giovanni take care of her. After all, why should he care if this woman was ruining business with her butchered version of an AC/DC classic? He was going to quit anyways! So without further ado, Simon had attempted to make a beeline past her to the exit.
"Uhm, yes. I'm going to take employment elsewhere no--...eeeehhh?!"
But before he could sneak past the blue haired woman, and to hopefully a new life that didn't include delivering greasy pizza for a living, he was pulled into an unexpected hug which had attracted the attention of some of the crowd whose patience with the woman was seemingly beginning to wane until her arms were wrapped around his frame. God, this was more awkward than the staredown! All Simon could do now was struggle, and hope the woman's grasp would loosen enough for him to sprint by her, but that was the curse of being a nerd! Being too weak to handle a female! And what was making this situation worse was she was referring to him as her friend. Friend?! He'd never seen this crazed woman in his life, and he wished it stayed that way! But it was soon becoming apparent that she was claiming they were acquaintances to attract more attention to herself. Simon had no idea how someone as anti-social as himself could accomplish that, but this urged him to try, and escape this woman's tight hold even more!
"Madam, let me go now, please! I have far too much to do than to humor yo--...EGADS!"
*squish*
...Well-endowed women. Why did it always have to be well-endowed women who had to cross his unfortunate path? First it was that shallow Minne Skinny who he had known through World of Warcraft, then that annoying Megan Haines who had thankfully disappeared for unknown reasons since the last time he saw her, then it was Serah who had broke his heart in a billion pieces, and now this blue haired vixen who he made attempts at not to notice her obvious bust, but honestly how could you hide those things? And each and every time he had encountered a busty women, the same thing happened. His mind would trail off into that anime fantasy world, and their breasts would be more exaggerated than the last! Sadly, this was probably the first time it's ever been triggered while making...full...physical contact them as they were being rubbed up and down against his form during the forced embrace the woman had on him. An action that had caused the poor boy's glasses to fog up! Oh, how he wanted to be anywhere else, but here at this point.
"M-m-m-miss....?"
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Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #4 on Apr 13, 2012, 1:05pm »
I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.
...Now, Elle may not have known what exactly was going in this oh so poor young man's mind, but for the record, she was not forcing her breasts or any part of her anatomy against his scrawny, petrified chest! All she was doing was, despite his attempts to get the heck away from her, giving him a nice, ever so friendly hug! Since they were going to be friends now, she might as well give him a bit of friendly affection, which was why Elle hugged him, seeming to not notice his ever so obvious uncomfortableness! She would never force her breasts to titilate some man whom wasn't her beloved Ashley! If her father should ever find out, he'd chastise her ever so much and even go so far as to brand her a common whore! And, oh, her mother's reaction at discovering she did that to a man of the high yellow and not of white! The shame and wrath she'd experience!
She eventually did let go of the oh so yellow boy, much to what was most likely his pleasure, once she saw that her supporters, staring and softly applauding as if they were a herd of sheep, following their blue-haired shepard wherever she went! And follow her they did as Elle eventually spotted an empty table near the back of the restaurant that would be ever so perfect for where she could take pictures and the like! Not letting go of her 'friend', Elle tugged him along as she stepped in her ever so, you guessed it, blue stillettos (Periwinkle, to be exact) and stopped in front of the table, sliding down the circular padded seat until she was in the exact middle. After finding her seating, she turned to the boy and patted the cushion to her left, motioning for him to sit oh so close to her, before beginning to speak!
"Hello, hello, once again, my fellow dissenters! I am Elle Moe, of course, and I am ever so joyful to see you all here! Before I can continue, I must ask for each and every one of you to pay the minimal ten dollar cost of this event to my ever so darling campaign manager...Where is she?"
Elle realized that Octavia most likely had an oh so tough existance, being a Negro and, if Elle's suspicions were to prove themselves correct, a lesbian as well, but that was no excuse for fudging this ever so up! If she didn't want to be her campaign manager, than she shouldn't have sealed the deal! Well, if she happened to be preoccupied with her illness, then at least she happened to have somebody else who could manage that money! And he'd probably manage it better than Octavia, since high yellows were usually the most intelligable of the non-white races!
"Actually, my equally darling friend will take care of the minimal wages! Everybody who is here for the event hand your money to him!"
Hopefully poor Simon was ready for the potential stampede of sheep coming his way!
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #5 on Apr 13, 2012, 5:13pm »
Ride on shooting star! With the voice of my heart, Like a shotgun, I kept on singing!
Thank the merciful heavens that this woman had hoped she'd see! She was finally releasing her breasticular on him which meant he could slip out of there, and get that new job! Or so he thought as once people had began to crowd around the woman more, she lugged him across the room, and over to a table that was all the way in the back of the restaurant! Normally, that was a spot reserved for Mr. Giovanni's friends whom he had met on a short-lived reality show that was onto the Toronto Broadcasting Station called "Winnipeg Show", so Simon knew his manager must've been fuming mad to see this woman intrude on their sacred spot! Probably even mad more so at him for since he knew it was the No. 1 Rule in Pizza Pizza never to let anyone sit at that table unless they sported a bronzed skintone, spiky/poof'd hair, or reeked of fresh laundry detergent! Simon didn't want Mr. Giovanni to throw idle threats his way nor excuse him of creeping, but alas he couldn't do anything as he was forcefully placed right next to the woman as she continued to garner more of the restaurant goers attention with her assets.
"HIIIIIII! I'M ELLE MOE! LOOK AT ME AND MY FRIEND! GIVE ME YOUR MONEY! KAWAII DESU!"
Oh, how his discomfort levels were rising after every passing bounce that had attracted these perverted subhumans to her general direction. Why was this even happening to him?! All he asked her to do was leave! When someone asks you to leave that should give you the sure sign that you weren't wanted here or the person requesting that you do wasn't fond of you, but that wasn't fazing her at all, and now she was claiming they were friends. Simon couldn't understand whether or not her assets or this proposed "friendship" was what was beginning to attract this large crowd of people, but it was starting to become obvious this woman had an ulterior motive behind all this once the people was throwing money his way. What she does for a living wasn't his business, but there was no way Simon was going to assist her in this ploy to make an easy paycheck! He was a college student, not a whore! So after shoving some of the money back to the customers, Simon stood up pointing an accusing finger at the woman!
"...Miss, quit sexualizing what your mother gave you, and leave this establishment at once! We get it! You're busty, and you're proud, but that's no way to make money! You're embarrassing yourse--"
Unfortunately, the word "busty" being thrown out there was seemingly doing Elle Moe more favors as more people were crowding, and throwing their money towards the "Winnipeg Shore" table. Poor Simon could feel the HATE radiating off of Mr. Giovanni at this point...
« Last Edit: Apr 13, 2012, 5:13pm by enterthedragon »
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #6 on Apr 13, 2012, 8:04pm »
I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.
Yes, just like how Elle was ignorant of the fact that her new 'friend' was seeing her as a bouncy extremely large-breasted succubus, she was also completely unknowing of the rules of the circular table, the history of 'Winnipeg Show' and everything pertaining to the ever so increasing rage of Mr. Giovanni! Elle wasn't trying to be a pain in the young man's yellow behind, she was just trying to promote a simple political campaign and had accidentally fallen victim to circumstance, due to Octavia's mishaps! Speaking of Octavia, Elle still could not see her sickly maidager, especially with an odd number of ever so...suggestive looking men coming in, for some reason....
Well, hopefully, her brand new accquaintance could handle this ever so sudden burst of incoming traffic!...Wait a minute, was he refuting the money that they were required to spend to attend. Elle stood up, just as she was pointed at! The aspiring political figure stood in what soon became horror as the boy whom she had assumed would just be nice and play along with her oh so little political plans began to shout and lecture her about how she needed to stop sexualizing herself! And leave, because, apparently he had an issue with her...or rather, two parts of her!
Despite him eventually getting interrupted by the number of people trying to give him their ten, five and one dollar bills, and whatever money they could muster for a chance to meet her, Elle walked from the table and decided to give the boy, and anybody else who felt the same, a piece of her mind:
"Why does almost every single boy have to be obsessed with my breasts?! Just because I happen to have ever so large breasts does not mean that I am advertising them in any which way! I am here to be taken oh so seriously, as I am running for office! And, if you came here to ogle me like a common pervert, well I ho-"
"I LOVE YOU, ELLE MOE, WOOOOOOOOOO!"
Out from the depths of the crowd came someone Elle didn't think she was ever going to see again: The man whom her ever so graceful friend Dawn Marie gave the nickname the man 'The Guy With A Vagina Tattoo'! And, as he just showed the entire audience in Pizza Pizza, he now had Elle's boobs tattooed on his chest!
"....AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Despite the roar from the men in the crowd, Elle was frightened for her life now! What had she done to ever sexualize herself? She did some sultry poses for her posters and flyers , yeah, but that form of sexualization was as pure as Adam and Eve's acts of intercourse to begin populating the Earth! Now hiding behind the yellow boy, and with Octavia still missing, Elle only had one plan up her sleeve.
"...Since Octavia is still...wretching most likely, you must defend me and tame the crowd, my friend!" Elle commanded, before attemping to shove the poor guy straight towards the rowdy and rough men!
"Unleash your inner dragon! Use one of your ever so deadly karate chops! Do something!!"
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #7 on Apr 21, 2012, 12:03pm »
Note Waggoner
Things have changed... We have changed. Personal happiness is what we strive to achieve... So you can love or hate...it won't change a thing for us.
There were days when a man's needs were simple. Days when all it would take to please someone was a slice of grease drenched, bacon covered pizza. Days when all it would take to reach nirvana was the spending of money and the consuming of terrible, terrible food...
This was one of those days for Tosin Note Waggoner.
This was also a day when it looked like getting these things would prove frustrating and very likely fruitless. The crowd outside Pizza Pizza, the restaurant his 'Xombiehug' label manager had recommended. He had also told him on the condition he wear a 'Spherical Siberia' (the very band he fronted) T-Shirt.
The shirt had Note's face on it. The expression was the very same as the one on his face. And by that it meant an utter lack of expression.
A voice rang from inside.
"...Since Octavia is still...wretching most likely, you must defend me and tame the crowd, my friend!
Unleash your inner dragon! Use one of your ever so deadly karate chops! Do something!!"
Note stopped short of reaching the very fringe of the surging crowd...
"...What the hell..."
It wasn't a question, it was a flat remark. It looked like hell had been unleashed on the young woman and her wide eyed male companion... Everything that was intelligent in Note said he should walk away.
Everything else said I want some goddamn PIZZA.
"...This is probably a terrible idea." he said, unslinging 'Guit-Kun-Do' from his back, plugging it into the tiny amp on his belt and pumping the volume.
Then he went to work, his fingers becoming a blur on the fretboard.
The solo rang out over the crowd, a roaring, screeching barrage that seemed almost disproportionate to the small amp it was coming from. Through it all he never stopped staring straight ahead at the young woman who seemed to be at the epicenter of all this.
When the solo ended he looked up, and to anyone who's attention had shifted, said in a loud, clear voice.
"ARE WE DONE? GOOD. THEN GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY, I WANT SOME PIZZA."
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #8 on Apr 25, 2012, 9:35pm »
Ride on shooting star! With the voice of my heart, Like a shotgun, I kept on singing!
Elle Moe's blessed looks was making it rain, and the men were hornier than a cage full of hamsters! Not an environment that Simon Lee had wished he'd be apart of, but what distracts this loon from continuing to manipulate him for whatever reason that was still unbeknownst to him seemed like a great opportunity to escape to the temporary unemployment line! Slowly removing his standard Pizza Pizza uniform shirt revealing a lime green tracksuit underneath (yes, even on the job he'll wear his tracksuit!), Simon threw the shirt that symbolized the pain and anguish of minimum wage over his shoulder, then proceeded to make his way to the exit ignoring the woman's distressed screams. Sure, not helping her out may be the dickish thing to do, but hey! It's not his problem! After a hard day at a job he despises, Simon felt he earned the right to relax, and not let everyone's stress get piled on top of him for once!
Moments away from pushing through the exit, Simon's wish for a sweet escape was intervened once again by attention garnering woman! Oh, for Pete's sake! Couldn't she just wait for this...Octavia woman to finish with her business in the lavatory instead of trying to rely on him? But sadly, the nerd that Simon was still was unable to overpower a frightened woman, and before he knew it he was being used as a human shield of sorts! Placed in front of Elle, Simon's glasses had nearly cracked upon the sight of the male testosterone driven crowd that was hard, wicked, and ready to attack! Forcefully blocking their path to what they really wanted, Simon stood frozen, wide eyed, and not-so braced for whatever impact that was coming his frail way!
"Unleash your inner dragon! Use one of your ever so deadly karate chops! Do something!!"
"...YOU...YOU RACIST SHREW! I DON'T KNOW MARTIAL ARTS! WE'RE GOING TO DI--..."
OH MY GOSH! There's another crazed woman in Pizza Pizza, and she's utilizing that guitar to massacre those unruly "gentlemen"! Her...deep voice didn't give the impression she was a woman, but how the hell could he tell when his whole world was turning into a Japanese cartoon before his very eyes! With the bodies of many a pervert scattered thus releasing the stress that would've come by being their personal punching bag for Elle's affections, Simon slowly sidestepped away from the frightened religious zealot, and once again tried to make his way to the exit lest anything else threatens him with bodily harm!
"....Ca-...can I go now?"
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Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #9 on Apr 25, 2012, 11:31pm »
I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.
Practically as soon as she had made an ever so simple request to have her 'friend' get things under control by unleashing what she believed was the dragon inside, like his fellow member of the high yellow race Bruce Lee, and throw some martial arts at them since, afterall, it wasn't like he could tame them using what were most likely his oh so exceptional mathematic skills! Then, suddenly out of nowhere, as if it was karma for Elle's ever so horrifically racially stereotyping thoughts, a loud roar came out of nowhere! Elle whimpered considerably loudly, and tried to crouch down, before something, or rather someone, couldn't help but get her attention:
"...YOU...YOU RACIST SHREW!
Elle stared up at the boy, whom looked, well...how do you think a poor guy like Simon Lee would look if a random woman with blue hair came into their workplace, uprooted it and then jabbed at them because of their skin?! Elle didn't think of it that way, though, as she stared up while he assured he didn't know an ick of martial arts, or a marital art, at all. What she was thinking was...was it really a coincidence that he was angry at her, and that awful increasingly loud guitar music was playing...That could only mean one thing, which was not good for Elle...
"...CAN I GO BOOMSKY NOW? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
"...................."
So, the form of that poor Pizza Pizza employee was just a disguise?! The allegedly dead former leader of North Korea was going to ruin her event to promote her political campaign! He probably wanted to run for Mayor of Toronto himself, and turn the city into another oh so sad state, like he did to his own! Elle wasn't going to take it, that's for sure, but before she could try to do anything, somebody else made it known that they also had plans today!
"ARE WE DONE? GOOD. THEN GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY, I WANT SOME PIZZA."
...And, there he was, her savior with a guitar for some ever so odd reason! Not taking any chances, Elle ran past the demonic dictator, and through the crowd of perverts, whom were now scattered around and all wearing army uniforms for some strange reason! Running behind the man with the guitar, Elle tried to press herself close to him, before she began to whisper the 411 to the young man, while pointing out to her new enemy whom seemed to be trying to make an exit!
"We are in ever so grave danger, that man of the high yellow there is a demon, he ever so most likely has bombs planted underneath the building. We need to defeat him and vanquish him, and oh so fast, too!"
...A wonderful first impression by Elle Moe, everybody!
Re: Born To Run [Open!] « Reply #10 on Apr 30, 2012, 5:07pm »
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Things have changed... We have changed. Personal happiness is what we strive to achieve... So you can love or hate...it won't change a thing for us.
"We are in ever so grave danger, that man of the high yellow there is a demon, he ever so most likely has bombs planted underneath the building. We need to defeat him and vanquish him, and oh so fast, too!"
Note looked from her to the, 'Man of the high yellow'. He was immediately baffled. What the hell was this lady playing at? He looked like a harmless nerd, then again, so did Note himself, but... The kid looked freaked out, and not in the slightest way hostile. Note turned his head to her.
"He just looks like a nerdy kid to me, lady." he said without any conviction, "...And how would you know he set the bombs up anyway?"
It hit him like a brick wall. This woman was clearly an idiot, or a fundamentalist christian. The way she spoke, the overuse of 'ever so' in every goddamn sentence, everything about her screamed, 'I was raised in the back of a church, the only book I read was the bible, every other book I BURNED, and Rock music is satan's favorite kind!'
That or she was just an idiot. And a racist one at that. Either way she was getting on his nerves quickly, which was difficult to do, considering his general apathy. Then again, Pizza was on the line, all bets were off.
He looked to the asian kid with dull eyes, "...Yo, Pizza guy." he called, "What's her DEAL anyway? Why does she think you're a terrorist?"
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