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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 17, 2007 21:18:04 GMT -5
The man grumbled and took off his tutu, handing it to Brandon roughly.
"There's your silence handed to you. As for your goblins, I think you'll tell them very carefully to keep their mouths shut," he said in a dark voice. "Otherwise you'll wake up a vampire one morning, and I won't be gentle about it." He laughed a warm laugh, even though he was quite obviously serious.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2007 21:24:48 GMT -5
"Ok, never mind the second request..." Brandon said, not realizing that the man was a vampire. "Well, have a nice night!" he said as he gave the tutu to his Cabinet Goblin, who in turn stuffed it into the pocket of infiniteness. "Four Down, Two to go!" Brandon said as he ran down the remainder of the path, ignoring the eerie landscape and putting the vampire-ballet dancer at the back of his mind. Strange and crazy people were in the Moonlit Garden late at night, strange and crazy people, Brandon aside. He gleefully skipped down the path and continued to sing 'This Old Man'.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 17, 2007 22:05:29 GMT -5
A blond girl in a tight, short, and otherwise revealing blue dress was kissing a muscular boy in a pink shirt. The shirt had flashy pink rhinestones that stated '0nly t3h l337 w34r p1nk'. They were doing what young highschool students did best. Blind their fellow students with their disgusting display of love and nauseating them with their smacking slurping sounds. Lord, get a room you freaks!
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2007 22:11:29 GMT -5
"HEY! SIR SUCKALOT! No offense Vampire Man," he said in case the vampire heard them, "STOP ATTACKING THAT POOR GIRL AND GIVE ME YOUR PINK SHIRT! LEST YOU FACE THE TORTURES OF A THOUSAND LIFETIMES!" he said, following it up with a crazy laughter, sealing the world-domination crazy routine. But just to be flashy, the cardboard behind him turned into a world and then exploded, splattering all over the couple. Get a room was right, although it would be more like get a house for these two.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 17, 2007 22:28:03 GMT -5
"Lyk, that ws rlly meen of u," the gurl ...err girl, said, prying herself from the guy. "But dnt wrry, we tlly under... under... " she faltered when faced with a word of more than one syllable.
"UnD3R57ANd. d0'n7 w0RrY, D00d, w3 UNd3R57AND j00. j00 Ka'N7 Hav3 MY 5H1R7 7H0U9H, 7H@ d035'n7 W0RK. 8u7, my 91RLFr13nD aND 1 R M0D3RN H1PP135. d0 J00 WAN7 70 5M0k3 mU5hR00m5 AnD 3xp3r13nc3 PHR33 l0v3 w17h u5?" the man asked amiably, speeking l337.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2007 22:33:27 GMT -5
"Uhhhh, No thanks," he said, not really understanding what either of them had just said, "I'll just take the shirt..." Brandon walked up and literally took the shirt off from his back, and then gave it to Pocket who in turn stuffed it in its pocket. They then continued down the path, still singing 'This Old Man'. "Five Down, One to go!" he said, excited as this rather...strange quest was almost over. In this job, he actually learned the new meaning of 'strange', everyone but him. He gleefully skipped down the road, glad he didn't pick the road that would have inevitably ended with a psychopath, you couldn't fool the crazy, because you couldn't fool a fool.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 17, 2007 22:52:02 GMT -5
The girl glomped him before he had walked five feet, her arms around his shoulders in a kind of piggy back ride.
"We lyk, want 2 help u on ur journey to Oz, lil rebal," she giggled. The shirtless man followed as well.
"j00 W1LL n33D l33t p0W3R2!" he added, grinning fiercely.
"Can I do ur makeup?" she asked Brandon, pulling out a huge makeup kit. "U cant go on journeys w/o makeup!"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2007 22:57:36 GMT -5
"Well, if you really want to help me, I need two things. One, to have my face un-makeuped, and two, one thing pink, fuzzy or both. Got any more of said types of items?" he asked. His goblins were staring at the people and each other strangely, like they were all radioactive or something similar. He didn't really care for these people, for two reasons, one being because he couldn't understand half of what they were saying, but the other reason because hippies were side-switchers with 'them'.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 17, 2007 23:05:56 GMT -5
"Lyk, of course!" the girl squeeled, pulling out her handbag. Out came a fuzzy pink 'pimpin' hat', a carberater, and the schfifty-five shades of blush and pink lipstick she had.
"L337!"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 18, 2007 8:54:29 GMT -5
"Yes! All six fuzzy and/or pink things!" Brandon excitedly said grabbing the pink and fuzzy pimp hat and then passing it to Cabinet who did what you all guess he did. "To Sam!" Brandon said rushing out of the Moonlit Gardens and ending this totally bogus journey. At least the psychopath didn't show up, then things would be bad.
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