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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*

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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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 09:43 pm (UTC)
"Angel." Mark mutters, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Oh...don't cry Angel...it's okay...everything's okay."

"But..." Little Collins whines. "But mom says being nice never got anyone anywhere...she says you have to be forceful to get what you want!"
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-02 09:46 pm (UTC)
ANGEL: *continues sobbing*

MARKIE: *manages to force his skinny butt onto the remaining edge of seat in the car* Babydoll, it's okay. *hugs Angel from behind and shoots a death glare at Mark* I'm sure he didn't mean it. *cuddles*

ANGEL: *feels only marginally comforted and continues to sob*

RODNEY: Well, your mom's not here, sweetheart. And being forceful isn't always the best thing to do. Sometimes it just makes people mad at you. Right, Anthony?

ANTHONY: *has no idea what the hell he's done now* Uh . . . yeah?
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From: cornwhore
2006-12-02 09:52 pm (UTC)
Mark pushes Markie off the side of the seat and puts his arms around Angel's neck. "He's right Angel... I didn't mean it..."

Little Collins glares at Anthony. "Yeah...well...what do you know?"
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From: angel_d_s
2006-12-03 02:37 am (UTC)

EVAN: I'm right here. *waves* How are you feeling?


LITTLE ANGEL: *climbs up onto the counter and begins to eat the cranberry sauce*

LITTLE MIMI: *joins Little Angel*
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-03 03:07 am (UTC)
NINA: I missed you.

ANGEL: *cries unreservedly, cuddling into Mark's chest by sheer instinct*

LI'L MARK: *laments* We're going to get into trouble . . .
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From: angel_d_s
2006-12-03 03:20 am (UTC)
EVAN: I missed you too! You scared me to death! *hugs her*


LITTLE ANGEL: But I'm hungry. Ya want some? *holds out a fistful of mashed potatoes to Little Mark*
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-03 03:28 am (UTC)
NINA: *cuddles*

WILSON: *pretends to not gag*


LI'L MARK: I like my food on a plate, sorry.
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From: angel_d_s
2006-12-03 03:38 am (UTC)
EVAN: *cuddles back*


LITTLE ANGEL: *shrugs* Ok. *stands up and opens a cupboard,getting out a paper plate* Here ya go! *piles food on it and hands it to Little Mark*

LITTLE HEATHER,LITTLE EVAN and LITTLE MAUREEN: *have joined the pig out fest*
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[User Picture]From: technicolornina
2006-12-03 03:45 am (UTC)
LI'L MARK: But . . . we'll get in trouble . . . *is afraid of looking like a ninny, but can't help himself running out of the room, into Wilson's old bedroom, and diving under the covers, trembling*

NINA: Eeek!

WILSON: What the f-

ANTHONY: *covers his mouth* Enough.
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