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Sept 16, 2007 13:36:25 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 16, 2007 13:36:25 GMT -5
The Mr. Coffee grew restless in the corner, grumbling and groaning, cold coffee grounds sputtered onto the floor. The Mr. Coffee was feeling rather neglected lately and wanted to have a snack as well, someone could try to go calm the posessed Mr. Coffee down a bit, though chances were they'd end up becoming a snack for the odd machine.
Akira watched the odd happenings with the machinery in the corner and she edged away from it slightly, a laptop sitting on the desk in front of her at the moment as she went through the video files until she found one, "Akira vs. Zephyr" and she deleted it with a satisfied look on her face, 'Okay... now Franco can have this back...' she thought with a nod as she turned off the laptop and closed it. Hopefully Franco wouldn't be too angry over a stolen computer.... but maybe that was too much to ask for.
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Sept 17, 2007 20:37:33 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 17, 2007 20:37:33 GMT -5
Franco had had a busy morning, Franco-wise. At five fifty five AM the sunrise had blasted through his windows and surged onto his face, waking him up into a hangover that felt like a sledgehammer to the head, if a midget was there to repetitively slam it with some meaningless vendetta. His mouth tasted like something had been dumped in gasoline, set on fire, ran over by a car, and then finally, in its last throes of life, crawled into his mouth to die. The sunlight was Blazing daggers going through his eyes straight back into his skull. There was no torture like self-inflicted torture, after all.
Orangey ears flat to his head in sullen pain, Franco stumbled into the bathroom, lost his balance, and slammed his head into the edge of the toilet seat before bouncing to the hard tiled floor with a pained growl. He managed to wash his face by the sink, looking at the new developments of dark circles under his eyes and a bleeding lump where he had smacked his head on the side. He wrapped some bandages around it, pulled his coppery hair into a sloppy, loose bun, and staggered out of his room in his plaid flannel pajamas. Out of habit, he placed his top hat on his head before shutting the door.
He entered the teachers' lounge just a little while later, somewhat more alert but not too much better mood-wise. He walked over to Mr. Coffee, his bare feet making no sound.
"Hey," he said with a sardonic smile, "mind parting with some coffee? Straight vodka is a little hard on me in the morning."
Perhaps because of some miracle from God, he had failed to notice Akira and his laptop.
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Sept 17, 2007 20:48:26 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 17, 2007 20:48:26 GMT -5
The Mr. Coffee growled at Franco as he approached, though still relatively pleasant compaired to how it normally was. It then seemed to sigh as a cup appeared and coffee spurted into it, giving in and providing some of the caffienated substance of joy.
Akira noticed Franco and she stood up tentatively and then headed accross the room to hand the laptop back to him, "I deleted the video file of the battle, if you don't mind..." she said as soft as possible, not wanting to make things too terribly bad, her voice calming as she offered the device back to it's owner.
The Mr. Coffee sputtered in sheer spite for being so used, all it wanted was some company but all people saw it good for was coffee to wake them up in the morning. Unfortunately the coffee landed on the still open laptop (because of course Akira wouldn't think to close it) and a sickly pop and sizzle came from the keyboard, the hardrive underneath.
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Sept 17, 2007 20:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 17, 2007 20:58:44 GMT -5
Franco turned at the sound of her voice, his jewel-like amber eyes falling on the popping, battery acid and coffee spewing device once known as his laptop, which he had had specially made to have huge memory, fast service and unbeatable virus protection. Even the l337 Hackers couldn't match it.
Even in flannel pajamas, Franco looked like a demon from Hell right now. Slowly, deliberately, he went through a whole list of curses in three languages, glaring at her. His hand slowly reached behind his back, and then, out of nowhere, pulled out a rusty and lethal looking crowbar.
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Sept 17, 2007 21:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 17, 2007 21:04:12 GMT -5
Akira looked towards Franco with a rather frightened expression, "It was just an accident..." she tried to defend herself but it was obvious that it would do no help. She set the laptop down ever so gently on the counter as she edged away, not drawing a weapon but quickly running through the various means of escape from the Teacher's Lounge and the hungover Franco... because this obviously wasn't going to all happen very nicely.... not very nicely at all.
"I'm sure there's something constructive that could be done, Franco!" she gave a nervous laugh as she gave a weak smile that would call for a nervous sweatdrop in most animes.
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Sept 18, 2007 18:51:47 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 18, 2007 18:51:47 GMT -5
As much as Franco appreciated animes, he wasn't too much intent on the arts at the moment. With an overhand motion, he threw it, sending it through the air with a dreadful roar before it embedded itself perpendicularly into the door and wall, locking them inside. Franco himself had momentarily ducked behind one of the couches, and the room was dead silent (except for Mr. Coffee's fizzes) for a few moments.
After that, Akira would probably be advised to move, because a large ginger wolf with bared fangs was rushing at her, growling horribly in agitation. Well, at least she wasn't Neko.
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Sept 18, 2007 20:14:59 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 20:14:59 GMT -5
Akira narrowed her eyes, "Come on! It was an accident!" She spoke now rather angrily. Turquoise flames appeared in her grasp and it flowed like water around her fists as she spun herself out of Franco's way, waiting till the last moment so a change in charge wasn't as likely. "Calm down, man!" she rolled her turquoise eyes as she tried desperately to think of a way to calm down the homicidal wolf man.
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Sept 18, 2007 20:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 18, 2007 20:30:03 GMT -5
Lightning fast, the wolf settled down on the floor and turned after her, going for her hamstrings. Not only did that hurt like Hell in a heatwave, but having no hamstrings tended to deter running.... and walking... and wiggling ones toes.
It was unclear if Franco even heard her, and in his wolf form he almost looked rabid, just without the Cujo 'bleeding foam from my pores' thing.
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Sept 19, 2007 14:49:01 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 19, 2007 14:49:01 GMT -5
Akira narrowed her eyes, the Ketsuiki appeared in her grasp and in an instant a long wall of ice separated one side of the Teacher's Lounge from the other, she looked through the ice and watched Franco to await when he'd calm down. "FRANCO!! COME TO YOUR SENSES, MAN!!" she shouted at him. Sure, hangovers were terrible... but luckily enough, Akira'd only had two in her lifetime... the advantage of Kitsune alcohol tolerance is lovely.
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Sept 20, 2007 21:27:15 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 20, 2007 21:27:15 GMT -5
Franco seemed to disappear for a split second. It was his biggest advantage, his ability to partially manipulate hammerspace. Hammerspace, as everyone knew, was a forgotten realm where all manner of large blunt (or rarely sharp) objects gathered, and it hid pockets in their own universe, usually behind people or in very tiny pockets, for some reason. It was where he had gotten the crowbar, anyway. He didn't keep rusty crowbars down the back of his shirt.
The wolf came out of hammerspace behind Akira, thankful that it decided to be accurate (hammerspace had a very twisted sense of humor, it did) and jumped up behind her with mouth open... only to give her a big, slimy lick up the back of her neck and into her hair line. Then he sat down behind her, panting endearingly, though his tail was motionless.
He was just messing with her. If he was serious, he wouldn't have become a wolf; he would have remained a very pissed off human. It was very hard to be unhappy when one was a wolf if there was no wolfy threat nearby. A girl yelling at you to stop attacking her was not really a threat considered wolf-worthy.
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Sept 23, 2007 8:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 23, 2007 8:58:10 GMT -5
As Akira fealt the lupine tongue run up her back, goosebumps raised on her arms and her expression contorted severely before she whipped around, her eyes wide and she promptly narrowed them, "What is your problem?!" she asked, obviously she was quite flustered. First she is attacked, then he dissapears and then reappears behind her with a crowbar... and then he licks her. She was fairly annoyed, to be honest.
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Sept 24, 2007 19:38:06 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 24, 2007 19:38:06 GMT -5
Franco stood up again, his fluffy tail wagging lazily. He thought briefly of pissing on her (a serious insult among wolf-kind), but he thought it would be considered too childish by any other kind. Nope, if he was going to childishly torture her, he'd do it the human way....
Like pissing in her bed.
Or putting laxatives in her food. Yeah, every day for a month. Well, he'd get around to it eventually. The wolf padded along the tiled floor until he was behind the couch again, and then out came Franco, quite human, placing his top hat on once again. It was one of his defects, not being able to transform into a wolf with the clothes tagging along someplace (how the hell did they manage that?) so he had become a very skilled speed-dresser behind unlikely objects such as couches, phonebooths, and even a lemonade stand.
"You're buying me a new laptop," he said flatly as way of finishing this argument, a dangerous smile on his face.
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Sept 24, 2007 19:41:05 GMT -5
Post by hannah montana on Sept 24, 2007 19:41:05 GMT -5
Ethan walked in and killed himself. Fin.
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Sept 25, 2007 6:03:30 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 6:03:30 GMT -5
Akira sighed and rolled her eyes, she couldn't afford a new laptop too easily, but she guessed nothing could be helped, could it? Then again she did know someone who could build a new laptop for Franco and with enough asking- surely it would happen! She gave a mock salute to Franco, "Yes, your majesty." She said sarcastically and with a quick curtsey she began walking towards the remains of the laptop next to the Mr. Coffee and she picked it up, holding it away from her body as if it was now unclean and started walking out of the Teacher's Lounge, half wondering if there were any more orders she'd recieve.
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Sept 25, 2007 19:24:51 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 25, 2007 19:24:51 GMT -5
"By next week?" Franco asked, all deceptively in a good mood. He tended to be like that, in that unstable state of happiness that could drop away in a second into all kinds of trouble. You know what they say about redheads. "Don't worry about your battle with Zephyr. I had it backed on my video's disk, so in the mean time I'll borrow Souk's computer to put it up."
With that small comment and a tip of his top hat, Franco left.
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