hundredpapes: ((your turn, I can't write tonight))
lady ofthe celts: (( ok here we go, he threw his yoyo a David and...)) said to Davy, "Quick lets get out of here while he can't see out of that eye," They ran laughing all the way, "I hope it's not permanent, Blink will be so mad, you know how hard he worked to get that eye patch?" Davy just stared at him confused. "Uh well never mind," Skittery finally slowed them to a stop. more
hundredpapes: ((yeah...that's much better than my stuff))
lady ofthe celts: Davy cautiously looked around panting, "I think we lost him" Skittery looked to, "Yah we did!" and smiled "man I'm glad we ran, David was freaking me out more than normal." The two got down to chatting as Skittery began explaining the basics of selling a pape. "So you see," Skittery explained, "That's why you can't take quarters from the guys who offer ya beer."
hundredpapes: lol
hundredpapes: *goes to get milk and cookies*
hundredpapes: *BRB*
hundredpapes: *settles down w/soup mug filled to top with milk, and a whole jar of assorted cookies*
lady ofthe celts: Davy was just starting to get the basics when a familiar slimy snake like figure appeared, Skittery yelled "Snyder" and ran off in the opposite direction leaving Davy standing in the middle of the sidewalk saying "Mr. Schnieder? Where? Where?"
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: (ok for all yuse sayin, "why is Snyder here and Skittery scared of him?" Back off, this is my story and Snyder will chase whom ever I dang well please and if you don't like it quit readin) Davy was still trying to figure out what was going on when he heard a frantic call to run come from Skittery, but alas it was too late, Davy had been caught an taken to the refugee.
hundredpapes: ((wow...that was fast...no trial or anything!))
hundredpapes: ((and why is Snyder there, and why is Skittery scared of him?))
hundredpapes: ((I'm not reading this anymore..it makes no sense!))
lady ofthe celts: (to those of you who don't like that either see last authors note except change chase to capture) Skittery saw the whole thing and had enough sense to go an find Blush. "She'll know what to do," he muttered under his breath, "but man she is going to kill me for losing him like that." (you)
hundredpapes: *takes gulp of milk-with-little-bits-of-cookie-in-it*
lady ofthe celts: ((what makes no sense, me?))
hundredpapes: ((never mind.))
hundredpapes: :)
lady ofthe celts: ((I said see authors note!!!))
hundredpapes: ((okay, I think I'm ready now))
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: ((I could explain the whole reason but I don't think we have all night!!))
lady ofthe celts: ((Visualize>> you can write>>you can write))
lady ofthe celts: *runs off to get some chips* BRB
lady ofthe celts: ((MMMMMMMMM sun chips)
hundredpapes: Blush stood with Mike, watching Peter finish painting a psychedelic hat on Horris Greeley. "He's actually quite good. I know I could never paint like that!" she said. "Yes," Mike replied. "And all along I thought Davy was the artist, and Peter the classical musician. Hm." Just as Peter was hopping down from the statue, a frantic Skittery ran around the corner.
hundredpapes: Seeing Blush, he slowed to a walk, trying to look as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Blush watched him. "So, eh...how's it rollin' Blush? Is dese guys a couple a born newsies?" Blush eyed him suspiciously. "Skittery, where's Davy?" Skittery put his hands in his pockets and looked around. "Davy, Davy...hm...where did he get off to?" Out of nowhere, a prison carriage came speeding down the road
hundredpapes: Snyder was at the reins, and he looked insane. You could almost see the foam at the corners of his mouth. From inside the carriage, they heard a British voice crying out, "Skittery! Skittery, where are you?!? You've got to help me man! I know what kinds of people are in jail! They're people just like that queer boy that you threw a yo-yo at! You've got to help me!"
lady ofthe celts: ((on breakfast with the beatles this morning they were talking about "A hard days night" Paul said that his favorite(sp) parts were the feild and Ringo's paradin scenes))
lady ofthe celts: :)
lady ofthe celts: ((ahhh it just came to me favorite song*is pleased with self*))
hundredpapes: Blush looked at Skittery, who still had his hands in his pockets. He was looking around him, innocently, and whistling. Mike looked at Skittery, then Blush, then Skittery again. "What was he talking about? A queer boy?" Peter looked at Skittery, slightly upset. "You threw a yo-yo at a perfectly good queer boy?" Blush ignored this. She thought for a second
lady ofthe celts: ((hehe, Now you're writing good, I love it!!))
hundredpapes: then grabbed Skittery's arm ((trying to look mad at him, but really just wanting to feel his biceps. :))) We should go find Muffins and the others. They'll know what to do. Too bad I wounded Jack's pride. He probably won't be willing to help. And the only other one with even a LITTLE bit of experience at breaking people out of the refuge apparently got hit by a yo-yo.
lady ofthe celts: *laughs*
hundredpapes: we'll have to come up with something completely new." So.....the four(?) of them walked back towards the distribution office.
hundredpapes: ((take it away, muffins!))