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  • #61
    Lilly grooves out to her rap as they pass the scene of an accident. "My car, my music. Hey, whatever gets you in the mood, right?"

    Joe looks out at the smoking, tangled wreckage and sees his life. "The mood for what, exactly?"

    Frank turns over. He begins gagging unconsciously on the long fibers of the carpet.

    Irene rolls down her window as Trent whips his car onto the main road, laughing as the wind picks up. "This is great! That's two already, go for it!"

    Trent smiles as well; Irene is keeping track of the drivers who give him the finger when he cuts them off. He shoves it into fifth gear and lays on the horn, tilting his sunglasses in the rearview at a Volkswagen in the right lane.
    Last edited by Locke; 03-18-2008, 09:09 PM.
    Last edited by Locke; 06-27-2014 at 12:16 AM.

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    • #62
      Lilly replies to Joe, "Can't let a little accident get you down!"

      Joe stares vacantly at the wreckage, wondering if he was part of it if he would feel something.

      Frank coughs and rolls onto his back to avoid choking on the carpet, all instinctively of course because he is still fast asleep.

      Irene puts her arm out the window to feel the air rushing by it.

      Trent notices a young couple in a convertible speeding up in the lane next to him in an attempt to cut him off. He quickly switches lanes to block them.
      Click it now.

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      • #63
        "Anyway, this is a classic, and I will not have you insulting its greatness in my presense," said Lilly.

        "Whatever helps you sleep at night," Joe mutters under his breath, as he watches the wreck leave sight of the rear-view mirror.

        Frank is still asleep, despite the fact that the insense he lit has caught one of the nearby cotton balls on fire.

        Irene quickly pulls her arm in as Trent inadvertantly drives close to a road sign. "Watch it!" she yells. "Whaddaya tryin' to do, rip my arm off?"

        "Aww, I'm sorry babe," he replies, grabbing her hand and then resting their hands on her thigh. "You keep your arm a bit closer, and I'll stay a bit further from signs," he says over the honking noises of the convertible.
        Originally posted by Ryan_DuBois
        Usoki, you're the crankiest asshole we know. Not that it's a bad thing, it just means that you smell funny and are best left hidden in darkness.
        And it's embarrassing when you make any noise at all.

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        • #64
          Lilly starts rapping along to the song; "The way that I met her was on tour at a concert, she had long hair and a short mini-skirt. I just got off stage; drippin', pourin' with sweat; I was walking through the crowd and guess who I met?"

          The wreckage winks out of existance in the rear view mirror and Joe wonders what it would be like for his own life to wink similarly out of existance. Peaceful, he imagines; relieving.

          The cotton ball, now a blazing inferno, falls from it's perch towards Franks over-gelled hair. Frank sleeps on, unaware of his potentially impending doom.

          Irene smiles a bit and pulls Trent's hand up her thigh and to the inside.

          Trent gets excited by this, his fingers gently probing the soft spot between her legs while swerving around another crawling car. They flip him off and he whoops with joy.
          The organ is grinding but the monkey won't dance.

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          • #65
            Lilly makes an abrupt but amazingly fluid turn into into an assuming parking lot on the shore, testament to her cougars handling. She turns to Joe, just as abruptly. "We're here. Soldier mode, Joe. Soldier mode."

            Joe rolls his eyes. "I've always been your soldier, Lilly," he replies. "Why would this time be any different?" He knows why. But it's complicated.

            Frank dreams lucidly. He knows he is dreaming. He enters that strange realm of human neurology. It is wonderful and yet terrifying at the same time.

            Irene moans softly. "You may be a lunkhead, Trent," she says betweens gasps. "But you know me better than anyone."

            Joe snickers, as he threads his way down the perilous two lane highway. He cuts yet another bitch-ass motorist off the road, barely avoiding an accident. "I know," he says simply.

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            • #66
              *Leblanc's ghost looks down at the scenes* "Damn, This has gotten too complicated for me"
              OH FUDGE!

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              • #67
                Lilly walks in the door that Joe opened for her. "I'd like to see if my friends are here yet," she says to the host, who hadn't yet opened his mouth.

                "Oh please," says Joe, as he follows her in a brief circuit around the restaurant. "They won't be here yet. They're probably fucking on the roadside, and you know it."

                The fire spreads to the top of Frank's head, and threatens to engulf the nearby bathroom rug. From there, it could very easily set fire to the whole apartment.

                "Mmm, baby..." says Irene. "Oooh, I just can't stand it. Pull over," she says, pulling off her top.

                Trent pulls over into the shoulder, letting out a whoop of joy, this time unrelated to cutting off cars.
                Originally posted by Ryan_DuBois
                Usoki, you're the crankiest asshole we know. Not that it's a bad thing, it just means that you smell funny and are best left hidden in darkness.
                And it's embarrassing when you make any noise at all.

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                • #68
                  Lilly moves to check the deck outside. The lunch rush hasn't hit yet; it's quiet, save for the bay's blue waters lapping against the pilings far below.

                  Joe walks to the railing and takes in the view. Warm sunlight dances across the waves and sparkles from countless high-rise windowpanes along the city's panoramic skyline. There's a dark gray smudge spoiling the air over the south warehouse district, but away from the fire the deep azure sky is flawless and clean.

                  Frank's hair is being slowly consumed by the flames. In his dreams he is surfing, riding an impossibly tall wave bearing down on the beach. He leans into the crest, executing a complicated pattern with his board, and wipes his forehead. It sure is hot out here, he thinks.

                  Irene gives herself to the moment, kicking off her shoes and relishing the spontaneity.

                  Trent grins, stabbing at one of the random presets on his car's sound system. They are all the same, generic variants of popular dance and hip-hop songs designed to accompany the drunken sex acts of college freshmen in night clubs. He tilts his sunglasses suggestively at Irene while his fingers work their magic.
                  Last edited by Locke; 06-27-2014 at 12:16 AM.

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                  • #69
                    ARISE!

                    Lilly looks down at the bay in child like wonder. She remembers the time when she nearly drowned at sea world when swimming with the dolphins. It was a terrifying experience yet magical as well. In the brief five minutes of near underwater death, she saw all of her happiest moments flash before her eyes.

                    She sometimes wondered if she could recreate that experience.

                    Joe looks at the smoke in the distance, wondering if he should've tried harder to wake up Frank. He completely dismisses such thoughts when he is distracted by a young girl in a short dress walking by.

                    Frank's skin begins to crack and burn. In his dreams the water suddenly becomes flames and the sky is completely red. "Wow, good thing this board is made of asbestos." he thinks.

                    Trent pulls his seat back a little, closes his eyes and prepares himself for Irene's enthusiasm to perform mouth love and then...

                    "Ugh! Your dick is disgusting! You better wash that thing if you want me to suck on it!" Irene shouts, recoiling in horror from Trent's unwashed member.
                    "What?! Just fucking do it!" Trent shouts back and unsuccessfully tries to push Irene's head down to his crotch.
                    Writing: It's more fun than a barrel of Ebola ridden monkeys!

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                    • #70
                      (Wow, I forgot about this!)

                      Lilly is jolted from her existential musings when she notices Joe eyeing the underage member of Future Skanks of America walking by. She, in turn, eyes Joe. "You know, Joe, fifteen will get you twenty!"

                      Joe is increduclous! "That girl isn't a day under 18! Is she? Let's just move on..."

                      Frank awakens.

                      Trent, in the process of trying to force his girlfriend's head between his legs, glances at the rearview mirror and sees the all too familiar red and blue lights. "FUCK!" he screams. "It's the fuckin cops!"

                      "Great!" shouts Irene. "This is YOUR fault, you horny fuck! You better not have any drugs in this car, you fucking moron!"

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                      • #71
                        A decent-looking waitress arrives with several glasses of water.

                        "Thanks." Lilly accepts her glass without taking her eyes off Joe, watching him with amused tolerance.

                        Joe flushes to the top of his bald head as he notices the waitress, and sees Lilly watching. "Uhh... thanks."

                        Frank discovers he is on fire. "Shit!" His hair is mostly consumed, and the flames have begun to spread to the bathroom rug.

                        Trent stuffs his package as he rolls down the window. "Look, there might be some NOS and a little X in the trunk. Club friends, you know? Just try to play it cool, okay?"

                        Irene glares at him and adjusts her dress as the cop approaches. He is a bitter man in his mid-thirties who suffers from acid reflux.
                        Last edited by Locke; 10-25-2010, 05:49 PM.
                        Last edited by Locke; 06-27-2014 at 12:16 AM.

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                        • #72
                          Lily orders an appetizer; something low in fat.

                          Joe sits awkwardly, waiting for the waitress to leave.

                          Frank rolls around in an attempt to put the flames on his head out.

                          The officer says: "Sir, I'll need to see your license and registration" with a southern drawl.

                          Trent digs in his pocket for it.

                          Irene applies some strawberry flavoured cosmetic to her lips.
                          How we paid such close attention
                          To each sweet and stuttered breath,

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                          • #73
                            Lily orders a low fat vegetarian meal

                            Joe still sits & watches the waitress

                            Frank dies while trying to put out the fire on his head

                            Trent gives the officer his license

                            The officer questions Trent about Frank dying from his extreme burns

                            Irene asks Joe if he is OK as he stares at the waitress
                            Last edited by Megamantn; 11-06-2010, 10:52 AM.
                            "Let me tell you something. If you're a real conservative, if you're a real patriot, if you're a real American patriot, DON'T VOTE FOR SARAH PALIN! SHE'S A DUMMY"

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                            • #74
                              So... how does the officer already know that Frank died? And, more importantly, WHO does Trent give the officer to?

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                              • #75
                                Thank you for pointing that typo out. Corrected.
                                "Let me tell you something. If you're a real conservative, if you're a real patriot, if you're a real American patriot, DON'T VOTE FOR SARAH PALIN! SHE'S A DUMMY"

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