[ooc: For RP Roulette! Genre Switch: M. Night Shyalaman. Feel free to join, but expect shitty TWEEESTS.]
A scream woke him up.
The lycan awoke with a start, fell off the branch he'd been sleeping on, and then fumbled about for a while on the ground before he came to his senses. A scream? It didn't sound very close, but regardless, he decided to investigate.
He followed where the sound had come from for a while, finally emerging out onto the school grounds and making his way to the dueling field. To his surprise, there was no one there, but on the ground...
He gasped, stepped back, as he noticed the marks that covered the field, crossing from the far side all the way to directly under his shoes.
Crop circles.
In the dueling field.
The lycan's yellow eyes widened. Sure, lycans and vampires and wizards, oh my! But aliens?
The marks on the groud were probably just the result of some practicing gone wrong, or something. Isn't that what this area was for? Yeah, that was totally it.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 18:42:17 GMT -5
Sparky's eyes snapped open, showing him the inside of a public bathroom stall. He knew where he needed to be, and it sure wasn't there. He immediately flew into a front tuck off of the toilet bowl that was now his bed, landing on his feet (which landed conveniently in his shoes). Good thing he slept in his clothes and socks. That said, Sparky left his room to get to his destination.
He jumped, kicking off the wall of the bathroom and into the hall before running to the stairs, where he pounced and landed on the railing. He slid down the railing, using his sneakers, and when he reached the end of the railing jumped up and grabbed onto a chandelier. Using his forward momentum, the chandelier swung forward, and he used that power as he let go to fly through a high, decorative window.
Rolling through the air, Sparky landed on top of one of the greenhouses, cracking a pane of glass. Man, Leseur would be pissed. "I-I hope he doesn't yell at me..." Sparky mumbled, launching himself off the glass and landing in a large pile of fertilizer. Nice and soft, but he kind of smelt like poop.
Still running, it was mere minutes before Sparky made it to the dueling field. Gasping for breath, he waited a few moments to catch some air before talking to Orca. When he was finally ready to speak (he'd caught his breath around the same time he would've gotten there if he'd walked) he turned to Orca.
"H-hey, Orca... What... what could these shapes mean!?"
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 28, 2010 18:47:43 GMT -5
Unknown symbols rushed through Leon's head. He could hardly remember where he was five minutes ago. Now, however, he was lying out on the dueling field completely naked with a sharp pain in his rear end. Suddenly, he could feel the wind rushing through his hair. A sound like a jaguar's cry seemed to move past him. He got up from the ground and began to run through the mud. He shouted at the top of his lungs, feeling the beating of drums underneath him.
What the hell was going on?
He ran forward, his eyes closed and the symbols running through his brain, when he hit someone in front of him. He fell back. Standing above him were two men who he'd never seen before. "Who are you?" He asked desperately, an expression of horror across his face.
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Sparky arrived, breathing heavily, and Orca turned his friend's way, the wind ruffling his hair dramatically as he stared vaguely in Sparky's direction for a long pause that almost made you think he might have perhaps forgotten his lines and the director wasn't very good at cutting.
"Sparky!" he finally said, delayed shock showing on his face. "I... I don't know. I'm sure it's nothing though, right?"
Suddenly something ran into him, almost knocking him over, and he whirled to find a really cute naked boy on the ground, looking frightened. The lycan leaned down to help the boy up, his own expression of worry never leaving his face.
"I'm Orca," he told the kid. "And this is Sparky. Are you okay? You're kinda, uh.. naked. Spark, you wanna make him some clothes?"
Behind them, the trees rustled menacingly, like at any point they could begin secreting suicide-inducing pollen. Or something.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 19:46:52 GMT -5
Sparky, nervous and stuttering, had only avoided being collided with by Leon by jumping over him, backwards. He looked down at the boy, who, though naked, conveniently had his package blocked from Sparky's view at all times. Strange, that, how it worked. He had half a want to strip naked himself, just to test it out, but he knew he'd never be able to do such a thing. He felt his cheeks redden at the thoughts.
He glanced up as Orca spoke to him.
"O-oh, right, um... I'll make him some clothes..."
Sparky pointed his wand at him, but nothing came out.
"Orca, I... I don't know what's happening! My magic isn't working here!"
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 28, 2010 19:52:50 GMT -5
Leon stared up at the two men, and as they spoke it looked as though written dialogue came forth from their mouths. "I...I don't know if I'm okay," said the young Gryffindor, though his eyes suddenly went wide. He saw his own dialogue appear in front of him, and he would've sworn that there were two brackets an 'i' and '/i' around the word 'know.' What the hell was going on?
Why couldn't Sparky's magic work?
"Uh," he said, "do either of you see this?"
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2010 19:53:28 GMT -5 by Leon Foster
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Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 20:07:19 GMT -5
Sparky, looking at Leon weird as he palmed his way on top of a particularly large index.cgi and jumped over it, spoke up as well. "I don't see anything either... B-but um, I'm not blind or anything. I just, uh.."
Man, he wasn't make much sense, but neither was this entire conversation. As he came over the other side of the index.cgi, he fell onto one of the crop circles.
"Au... AUGH!" Sparky yelled, as he failed to due a cartwheel through them, instead being filled with an unimaginable power. One that filled him, one that was very hot and warm and made him feel full--and it was gone just as fast. He collapsed on the ground, quivering, drool coming out of his mouth, his ass in the air. Shakily, he pulled himself up and looked over at Orca, only to see...
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 28, 2010 21:29:35 GMT -5
Lorraine cartwheeled dramatically from the trees--because even such a meager and unimpressive feat could be achieved by such lowly beings as slugs she--and tucked herself smoothly and impressively into multiple rolls as she hit the ground. The Hufflepuff threw back her perfect, streaming blonde hair and pointed dynamically at Orca, the camera panning to an Extreme closeup of her perfect nostrils.
"Youuu!" she wailed emphatically, casually adding some medicated eyedrops into her dry, itching eyes. "I--have always--lawwved--youuuuuu!" She then paused, as if considering what the rest of the well-constructed script she had just reviewed had said, backed up a few steps, then dove heroically at Orca's knees, clawing at his Fantabulously Fashionable Fun Flying Flame shoes. "Ever since I saw you in the windowpane, I knew You were The One!"
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 28, 2010 22:16:44 GMT -5
Just as soon as Sparky saw Orca's status above his head, Leon began to notice the world around him fading into descriptions. Then, suddenly, everyone else vanished. Leon found himself trapped inside a little box, with 'Post Reply,' 'Preview,' 'Spell Check,' and 'Reset' below him. The more he continued to act, the more words appeared beneath him. He moved his arm. He moved his other arm. He moved his leg ever so slightly.
Sparky and Orca were back and so was that mysterious Hufflepuff. Where did she come from, and why was she all over Orca? Why was Orca blind? Sparky was yelling at the top of his lungs, and Leon felt like he could join him. The four of them floated in subspace, the only things being recorded were their actions. But what about the trees? And the crop circles? It was as if everything that was being written reappeared in front of Leon's eyes.
Perhaps the crop circles never would've existed, if Orca had not described them in his first post.
Whatever that meant.
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Sparky yelled, and Orca whipped his head to look at his boyfriend.
"Sparkyyyy," he said. "What's wronnnng why are you yelliiing-"
Something ELSE ran into him, or more accurately, pawed at his feet. He looked down to see his good buddy Lorraine, that Girl with the Broccoli (gross). Except he couldn't really look down to see at her (since he was Blind), but he like sensed her or something.
EXCEPT
He watched with wide, horrified eyes as her hand went straight through his shoe, which was now obviously transparent. He... He'd been a ghost all along. No wonder Sparky wouldn't have sex with him.
Also, they weren't actually in Spain, as a sign previously hidden behind the bleachers and now revealed by careful camera-work showed.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 22:44:07 GMT -5
What did all these words floating above Orca's head mean?! Rainbow Wolven Warrior? Did... Did he fight rainbow wolves? Was that how it worked? Would he kill Ryo for him? Bane of the Emos?! Chalk another strike against Ryo... Sparky's Dog, THE CHOSEN ONE OF THE CAPS LOCK EMPIRE...
"Orca... You're not... you're not who I thought at was at aaaAAAAAAAA" Lorraine was sticking through him! What was this, what was this!? Orca was a ghost?! Terrified, Sparky started running away. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he walked the fuck back out of this thread.
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2010 23:06:38 GMT -5 by Sparky Cobalt
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 28, 2010 22:57:18 GMT -5
But alas! While she was Quite Distressed at her favorite friend Orcaa's sudden discovery of transparency even despite his unfortunate blinding, luckily Lorraine's object of affection had not been the relatively attractive Orcaa, nor the extraordinarily attractive shoes upon Orcaa's relatively attractive feet, but the hauntingly good-looking beetle resting comfortably beneath Orcaa's ghosty girth!
"I knew Fate would bring us together again!" she said as the wonderful Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm delicately exited the thread. A few eyedrop tears rolled down her flawless cheeks, and she groped at the grass surrounding her dear Edward the beetle, hysterically comely. "I knew it, even though it is unfeasible for a girl to meet the same beetle she instantly fell in love with at a shop window in a nearby town later at a crop circle field!"
Unbeknownst to her, however, the real Edward...was in the scoundrel Leon's possession.
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 28, 2010 23:13:52 GMT -5
LEON REALIZED IN THAT MOMENT THAT NOTHING MADE SENSE ANYMORE. THE ENTIRE WORLD WAS JUST A FABRICATION CREATED BY THE MINDS OF SOME DIVINE ENTITIES THAT EXISTED BEYOND A "WALL" THAT SEPARATED THEIR WORLD FROM THE 'TRUE' ONE, THE ONE WHERE 'POST REPLY' AND 'PREVIEW' AND 'SPELL CHECK' MADE SENSE. SOON, SPARKY AND ORCA WERE GONE, AND LEON WAS LEFT ALONE.
ALONE, EXCEPT FOR LORRAINE CUNNINGHAM.
HE WAS NOW DRESSED IN A TUXEDO.
IF THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN THIS WORLD BUT LEON AND LORRAINE CUNNINGHAM, WAS IT SUCH A STRETCH TO FALL IN LOVE? COULD, PERHAPS, ALL THIS TIME HIS TRUE LOVE HAVE BEEN THE LAST PERSON HE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED? THE YOUNG, HANDSOME GRYFFINDOR IN A TUXEDO BEGAN TO WONDER. WAS IT SO HARD TO LOVE LORRAINE CUNNINGHAM?
THE ANSWER WAS NO. "LORRAINE!" HE SAID, RUNNING TOWARDS HER, "I WAS SUCH A FOOL ALL ALONG! IT'S JUST YOU AND I AGAINST THE WORLD! WE CAN RUN AWAY, GET MARRIED, AND LIVE OUT OUR LIVES TOGETHER HAPPILY UNTIL THEY GET BORED AND GO HAVE LIVES OF THEIR OWN!"
HE STARED AT HER DESPERATELY, HIS TUXEDO'D CHEST MOVING UP AND DOWN AS HE CAUGHT HIS BREATH. "COULD...COULD YOU EVER LOVE A MAN LIKE ME?"
At this point, Leon felt something scratching behind his ear. "Ugh, what is that?" He pulled it out. It was some kind of beetle. "Oh, gross." He threw it to the ground and stepped on it.
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