||[Dec. 8th, 2006|06:53 pm]
The IMDb Demented RENT RPG
"HEEEEEYYYY!!!!" Little Collins whines, stomping his feet up and down. "You can't just LEAVE me here!!!!"|
Roger stares at Li'l Angel in astonishment. "What are you, stupid? I can't just get NEW guitar. That's selling out, and I'm too broke anyway! I need my OLD guitar! We had so many memories... CBGBS... rock concerts... scoring April... scoring Mimi... stopping Mimi from dying... scoring Mark... having angst sessions. I can't just forget about all of that!!!"
Green randomly gets into a slightly drunken detective mode and grabs Mark's shoulder and pins him to the wall. "Good... now keep yo' ass against the wall... so that I can lick you now."
Frank laughs and shakes his head. "No reason to bother having to search for where all my stuff went... look what else I can do now! /ACCIO MY STUFF/!" He waits around a bit, and then slowly many unmatching and various shaped boxes carrying Frank's stuff arrive.
"Mmmhmm... but which special are you talking about?" KT asks. "Cute-special, sexy-special, bowling-special, Abbie Breslin-special, or high on naughty pot brownies-special?"
Cha-Cha picks up The Corpse of Adam Pascal's head and places it back on his body. "Allrighty, is that better for you? Are you sure it'll stay on right? You can borrow the scarf I used in my first Miss Flawless contest if you want."
WILSON: *puts his arms around her waist* Oh, all of those. And let's not forget birthday special, babydoll! *pause* Although, cute as you are when you're high on pot brownies . . . I think I like you much better when you're not out of your mind. *kisses the back of her hand, because his mun thinks this is absolutely the sweetest thing in the world when done properly*
LITTLE ANGEL: *lip tremble* YOU'RE MEAN!!! I don't want to talk to you anymore! *turns his back on Roger and focuses on Little Mark* Are you okay?
EMMY: That's not what I meant. You're adorable, hot, and sexy all the time. So yeah...in a way you are adorable when you're uncomfortable, but that's not what I meant by it.
MIMI: *is ignoring the other Angel because she's currently kissing the original Angel*
MOLLY: *pulls away eventuallly* I...I...*wants to say 'I love you' but is afraid to because she doesn't know if Evan feels the same*
MIMI: *backs away from Angel in disbelief* No...no...you aren't saying that. I don't know what's happened to you here, but I know that you didn't just say that! You're my Angel! We've been together for so long! This can't be happening! *sits on the floor and starts to shake uncontrollably* Don't you remember all of the good times we've had together?! You promised that you would never hurt me! Why are you doing this to me? You can't honestly tell me that you don't love me! I know you do! We're meant to be together! *starts hyperventilating*
KT blushes pink and giggles, and plus, the image of Wilson kissing KT's hand makes Chloe-mun giggle too because that's too adorable. "Oh, Wilson... what on earth am I going to do with you when I need a hip replacement and you're in a walker?" she asks, making a face and pulling his hat down his face a bit.
"Who are you calling mean?!" Roger shouts at Li'l Angel. "You can't blame me for my meanness! I'm in a state of grieving! I'm getting seriously depressed again! Where's Angel? Uh... I mean, grown up Angel! I think I want some of that Prozac she used to talk about." He looks around for her, and then sees Angel and Mimi kissing. "Oh... this is... different. Great. This is just like Mark and Maureen now! Except my girlfriend ditched me for a drag queen!"
WILSON: I am going to take you dancing every single night, and we will dance through life. And because dancers are naturally more flexible, babydoll, you will never need a hip replacement. *kisses her other hand, then playfully brings both of them up to cover her face* But baby . . . I'm not wearing a hat. That's my hair.
((Will somebody start a new thread? Pretty please with Angel on top??))
((Tomorrow . . . it's almost 3 am here and I must go to bed!))
((I wouldn't mind some Angel on top... ;)
I mean... good night, Nina!))
((Chloe I was going to say the exact same thing!))
Little Collins takes Roger's broken guitar and thows it at his head. "Don't call Angel Stupid!"
Hedwig gets all wide eyed. "Oh my god! Is there anything you can't do!"
Mark, not really being one to argue with a detective, does exactly as he is told.