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Meowsan:
--- Quote from: Kristine on February 24, 2008, 06:59:25 PM ---Damn, I hoped it was one of the other two as I didn't need anymore problems with the neighbors.
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I slammed onto the driver's side of the van to unlock the door as quickly as I can with the knight just stood there beside me just I ripped it open and jumped onto the driver's seat. I gestured to the knight to get into the van but instead he laid his hand on the windshield and I felt a sudden dizziness fell upon me. It felts like going on a roller coaster once to many times. I had to close my eyes and try to concentrate not to throw up on the spot. I felt the van went tumbling down and landed with a thud on something soft like grass. Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes to look out. It was foggy, I could barely see a thing from the inside the van. I jumped as the knight knocked on the window with his iron fist. I rolled the window down with my innocent trembling hand and stared at him with a stupefied look on my face. In his dark malicious voice he said, "You are now being retained by the Fifth Order of the White Circle for the destruction of the Wildflower, and to be added to the charge, you have directly assaulted the messenger hound. You are to surrender your metal chariot as the prove to the crime and your weapon."
The fog parted and my jaw dropped.
meg_evonne:
"Holy UN Interpretor Error, Batman." The THING sat beside the knight, the neighbor's cocker sniffing at it's nether regions without recrimination. Alright, at that point I did laugh, a going over the edge of sanity laugh. My neighbor called his dog and they both disappeared back into their house. I wondered if my chariot insurance will pay for putting my van upright again. My head was still spinning and my laughter slowly faded and I leaned over giving in to the overwhelming need to empty my stomach. Some days it just didn't pay to get out of bed.
The knight punched through the window and shattered glass fell everywhere. He grabbed me by the neck and hauled me out, back into the rain. I tried to swing my legs to kick him but all I connected with was open air.
tagnizkur:
It had become one of those moments you only see on TV. Hero, Heroine, trapped in a situation far to fearful to cinematicly capture. So the director just shows a quick shot and fills the scene with blackness and then all you can hear is noise. These are the thoughts raging through my head as I dangle there. The rain building small puddles upon my face that try desperately to cling to my face but fail miserably falling to the earth to join the forming puddles like discarded spartan babies from that 300 movie.
Qualapec:
--- Quote ---These are the thoughts raging through my head as I dangle there. The rain building small puddles upon my face that try desperately to cling to my face but fail miserably falling to the earth to join the forming puddles like discarded spartan babies from that 300 movie.
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Time seemed to slow. It reminded me of all those people who talk about how their lives flash before their eyes as they die. Only my life didn't flash before my eyes, I spent those endless seconds pondering the world around me and a movie I saw. As you might imagine, up until this moment my life had been rather dull. No wonder I didn't want to waste time reflecting on years that I had spent bored out of my mind or erased with beer and pizza.
The knight's hand tightened on my throat, reminding me that I was in the middle of a rendition of Clint Eastwood's "Hang 'Em High", minus the rope, plus a screwed in the head paladin wannabe as wide as I was tall.
Kristine:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on February 25, 2008, 11:34:40 PM ---The knight's hand tightened on my throat, reminding me that I was in the middle of a rendition of Clint Eastwood's "Hang 'Em High", minus the rope, plus a screwed in the head paladin wannabe as wide as I was tall.
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"I surrender" I tried to choke, but it cam out more as "Iaaasrrrner" and I held up my hands in a surrendering gesture." He seemed to nod in acceptance of my surrender but instead of letting me go he lifted me one-handed to pin me against the bottom of the van. I made a few gargles of protest as some of the fragments of auto glass got under my t-shirt and beneath the waste band of my jeans.
"you, the metal chariot and your...weapon," he disarmed me of the light saber I had managed to keep a loose hold on, looking at it as if it might do something dangerous on it's own, "will return with me and the messenger hound to the realm of the Wildflower where you will face the consequences of what you have done. You will be allowed to tell your reasoning for the destruction you have caused before you will repent with shame in your heart and gladly be executed."
Then he let me go and I almost fell to my knees. Air. Sweet humid clean air. I gulped lungs full of it for a few seconds and managed to choke out "What...?" I wanted to say "what the hell are you talking about" but my abused throat objected and I started to cough.
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