hundredpapes: welcome, friend
hundredpapes: *breaths*
lady ofthe celts: "Noooooooooo, it's not truuuuuuuuuuuue!" *ala Luke*
hundredpapes: "Yeah!" ala newsie/sheep
lady ofthe celts: Do you want me to cut and paste the last few lines in?
hundredpapes: no...I know where we are
hundredpapes: I'm with Mike and Peter
lady ofthe celts: Ok!!!!!
hundredpapes: you're with Micky and Blink
hundredpapes: and Davy is with Skittery
hundredpapes: and a yo yo
hundredpapes: YOUR TURN TO WRITE!!
lady ofthe celts: having escaped David
hundredpapes: yes
lady ofthe celts: Who to start with *thinks hard*
lady ofthe celts: *puts out fire in head* I guess I'll start with me, cause I can write me!!!
hundredpapes: *mutters under breath...* figures...you WOULD be selfish and think of yourself first
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: Blink, Muffins, and Micky casually walked down the street to Muffins and Blink's selling spot. Well I guess casually isn't a good word for the silent warfare that was going on between Blink and Micky. Muffins, unaware of the visual daggers being throw above her head by Blink and the sarcastic smiles being throw by Micky, was trying her best to explain the art of selling a newspaper.
lady ofthe celts: I've set it up *smiles* your turn
hundredpapes: *grunts* thanks
hundredpapes: leave the HARD part...the REAL writing to me
lady ofthe celts: of course, that's what friends are for!
lady ofthe celts: That and the fact that you could probably explain the newsies thing better...
hundredpapes: "So ya see," Muffins explained, "that's why you can't take quarters from guys that offer you beer." "Ahhhh...." Micky replied. "Always turn down quarters from drunk men." Blink glared at Micky. Micky smiled at Blink. The tension was rising.
hundredpapes: your turn
hundredpapes: *smiles sweetly*
lady ofthe celts: Gee thanks!
lady ofthe celts: *scene switches to Blush, Mike and Peter* "So ya see," Blush explained to a down fallen Peter, "That's why you can't take quarters from guys that offer you beer." "But I wanted to get some bubble gum from the gumball machine," Peter sighed, "Oh well" and put the gumball machine back in his pocket. Blush looked at Mike. "Is he like this all the time?" "Like this?' Mike looked at Peter who was painting psychedelic clothing on the Horace Greely (sp) statue. "Nah, he's still disoriented from the car ride, wait until later"
lady ofthe celts: Passes torch to Callie
hundredpapes: *SCENE CHANGE TO DAVY AND SKITTERY*
hundredpapes: Skittery walks down the street, hawking headlines, while Davy looks over his shoulder, his paranoia increasing. "Slithery..." Skittery cuts him off. "It's Skittery. Get it right." Davy keeps looking over his shoulder. "Right, right...anyway, is that homosexual boy going to follow us the whole way?" Skittery looks behind him, just in time to see David jump into an alley, out of view.
hundredpapes: "Nah...he'll find some other pretty-boy soon enough." Davy tries to relax.
lady ofthe celts: ((*yells "Why don't you cut your hair? Why don't you live up there? Why don't you do what I do, see what I feel when I care" and dances around the room like a maniac*))
hundredpapes: *SCENE CHANGE TO OTHER NEWSIES*
hundredpapes: Jack sits on the steps of the distribution office, where he returned after Blush took control. "Oooh, that Blush. Who does she think she is? Rejected, disgraced...Publicly humiliated!" Boots walks over to Jack. "Gosh it disturbs me to see you Jack, looking so down in the dumps. Every guy here'd love to be you, Jack! Even when taking your lumps!
hundredpapes: There's no newsie in town as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy!
hundredpapes: Everyone's awed and inspired by you, and it's not very hard to see why!!!!!!"
hundredpapes: DONE!!
hundredpapes: And rachel is home
hundredpapes: and wants her comp
hundredpapes: is it too obvious that i stole those lines?
hundredpapes: above?
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: No not at all
hundredpapes: good!
lady ofthe celts: *looks around* yah not at all
hundredpapes: i shall see you later
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: Man that rachel
hundredpapes: who does she think she is?
lady ofthe celts: always when we get to the good part
hundredpapes has left the room.