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Post #4 . . . [Nov. 12th, 2006|12:29 am]
The IMDb Demented RENT RPG



JONATHAN: *falls to the floor,worshipping the voice of this Goddess*;) OH GREAT GODDESS FROM ABOVE!! I've been having a terrible case of writer's block lately...what do you suggest? You could be the inspiration I've been seeking!

HEATHER: *rolls eyes*



NINA-MUN: *sits at her computer, cackling and absolutely LOVING this*

[User Picture]From: prof_remuslupin
2006-12-02 03:51 am (UTC)
Green takes another step away from That Guy. "Look man, you better cut that out, or I'm gonna... ostracize you from the island. Or... or I'll shoot you with my gun if I have to!" he says, taking a hold of it in his pocket. "'Cause I have one of those, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Frank takes a moment to stare admiringly at Hedwig. "Have I told you how sexy you are in leather?" he asks, before looking around at the island and spotting the other stranded people. "Hey. You people look familiar. Weren't you just over at--?" He points oddly in a direction, referring to the house which they'd just been in, but shrugs it off and looks at Hedwig. "Well, darling, it looks like we've found some specimins. What do you say?"

KT looks at the interview consideringly. "Maybe if we got a ton of money, you could go buy all the rights to David's songs, like Michael Jackson did with the Beatles. Or maybe you could go get David to sing with you on your album. That'd be nice."

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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 03:56 am (UTC)
THAT GUY: Like man, chill. *makes a funky hand movement, and Green's gun disappears* That totally doesn't go here.

***NEW YORK***

WILSON: Nah . . . *flicks through more of the magazine* Hey, Stephen King is in here too!

NINA: *is miraculously recovered* Stephen King? WHERE? *grabs the magazine, as she is totally in love with King's amazing literary skills second to none*
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[User Picture]From: prof_remuslupin
2006-12-02 04:04 am (UTC)
Green pats around his suit frantically for his gun now. "Where'd that-- argh, you!" he yells. "How the hell do you expect me to chill when now I'm stuck on an island without the love of my life and my gun, but instead with a guy who kind of looks like me, a strange guy hitting on me, and these leather jumpsuit weirdos?"

Frank stomps his foot and kicks some sand at Detective Green. "We are not weirdos, mister! And I have to agree with... er, that guy over there. You not having your gun would make everything a lot easier."

KT blinks and watches Nina snatch the magazine. "Well. I guess we know what to do next time she passes out."
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 04:41 am (UTC)
THAT GUY: *pets Green comfortingly* Man, chill. You need to get some vibes, okay?

***NEW YORK***

NINA: *pouts* This was written before he came out with The Tommyknockers. Damn!

WILSON: *raises an eyebrow*

ANTHONY: Oh god. She's a Kinghead.

WILSON: Excuse me?

ANTHONY: A Kinghead. You know, like a RENThead, only . . . not.

WILSON: Stephen King has RENTheads?

ANTHONY: . . . . sure.
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 04:47 am (UTC)
"STOP IT!" Mark yells, pulling away from Angel. "I don't want you touching me! I DON'T WANT ANYONE BUT DETECTIVE GREEN TOUCHING ME!"

"Thanks honey." Hedwig grins, playfully slapping Frank's ass. "You look pretty damn good in leather yourself."
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 04:51 am (UTC)
ANGEL: *pulls Mark into another hug and hums softly until he falls into a hypnotic sleep ^_~* Now sweetheart, listen to me. This obsession has to stop. You're just having sex all the time and that's NOT GOOD. You're not eating, you're not sleeping, you're not paying attention to anything. So when you wake up, you're going to be madly in love with Markie, and you're going to do whatever he and I tell you to do, because we're going to do whatever we can to make sure you're as happy as you can possibly be . . . okay?
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From: angel_d_s
2006-12-02 07:11 pm (UTC)

COLLINS#2: *hides behind Detective Green* What do we do?!?!

***THE LOFT***

EVAN: Oh wow...


ROSARIO: *decides to climb out onto the fire escape and howl because she's bored*
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 08:28 pm (UTC)
"M'kay" Mark mumbles, his eyes suddenly snapping open. "Wait...what...no...I will NOT fall madly in love with Mark and I will NOT do whatever you two say! I'm In love with Detective Green and only Detective Green and there isn't a damn thing you or anyone can do about it!!"

Little Collins starts banging against the tabletop with his fists. "I WANNA EAT!"
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 08:58 pm (UTC)
ANGEL: Shhhh, shhhhhhhh, it's okay, I'm sorry, honey. *comforts Mark and pets him until he falls asleep, then leans very close and whispers* But you're going to STOP being so damn sex-obsessed, and that's final!

RODNEY: We're not eating right now, sweetheart. Have some cookies.
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 09:06 pm (UTC)
"But I want turkey and mashed potatoes!" little Collins whines, grabbing a cookie and stuffing it in his mouth, nearly choking on it.

"I will not." Mark mumbles sleepily, resting his forehead against Angel's chest.
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 09:11 pm (UTC)
ANGEL: You WILL. *pause* Or you can sleep with me.

((Because having two Marks interacting is driving me crazy, my Mark will heretofore be known as "Markie" when I'm typing him.))

MARKIE: *coughs*

ANGEL: And Markie.

ANTHONY: *looks out the window* When the hell did Mark become such a sexpot?


ANTHONY: Angel's got one Mark all over her and the other one hanging behind her like he's waiting to throw her over his shoulder and cart her off to the nearest hotel.

WILSON: I thought he was always that way. You played him, after all.

ANTHONY: *makes scandalized face* EXCUSE me?

NINA: Where's Evan?
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 09:16 pm (UTC)
"No..." Mark whimpers. "Stop...I don't wanna sleep with you...or Markie...or Anthony...or Wilson...or Mimi....or Roger....or anyone else!"

After having eaten the entire plate of cookie Little Collins starts banging on the table again.
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 09:20 pm (UTC)
ANGEL: *pets Mark's hair* Then stop being so obsessed, sweetheart. It's that simple. *kisses Mark's cheek*

MARKIE: *REALLY wishes he had his camera*

RODNEY: *picks up Li'l Collins and hauls him away from the table* Come on, sweetheart, let's stop that.
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 09:27 pm (UTC)
"STOP IT!" Mark whines, whiping at his cheek. "And you stop staring at me!" he orders, pointing his finger at Markie.

"But I want food." Little Collins protests, stuggling to get free from Rodney. "And at my house when we want food we bang on the tables."
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 09:37 pm (UTC)
ANGEL: He's not STARING, sweetheart. *turns her head to look* Okay, he is staring. But I'm in here too . . . *tears well up* and I just want to HELP you, is that so bad? *starts to cry*

RODNEY: Well, here we ask nicely for food, and we eat at mealtime, not whenever we feel like it.
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