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Post by Marguerite on Feb 16, 2008 16:46:23 GMT -5
Welcome to the general insanity!
Your first-person prompt (i.e. the prompt you reply to in first-person) is "salsa".
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Post by ribbons on Feb 16, 2008 17:44:22 GMT -5
ooc; x) I'm welcomed, then! Psst...I know Yuki...x)
bic; I stared around the kitchen. It wasn't mine, since someone was actually cooking in it, but it was my friend's. She was tall. Really tall. I would list intimidating somewhere in that list, but she's right there, and I value my life, unlike a few people I know.
I saw her crouch infront of a tall qooden cabinet and pull out a bag of Tostitos.
"Good things happen, at the Tostitos," I said in a concieted tone. She turned around, stared at me and shook her head.
After, she went to the refrigerator and took out a block of cheese. She threw it at me. It hit my chest then fell on the ground.
"Nice one Amy," I heard her say in a mokcing tone. I glared at her. "So do you want salsa too?" she asked. To reply, I made a gagging noise. "Why do you even bother sking? You hate salsa more than I do, Kat." She turned around and made a face at me. "I know...My mom wants me to start being healthy."
We both groaned in unison.
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Post by ribbons on Feb 16, 2008 17:45:01 GMT -5
Woww. That was shortt. Sorry for the crappiness. P.S. This actually happened.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 14:15:10 GMT -5
It's not too short, don't worry. Make sure to start new paragraphs with our dialogue, otherwise it gets confusing.
So far, so good. Your challenge is:
The doorbell rings. Waiting patiently outside is a tween with an impressive set of pimples and three hundred dollars worth of orthodontia. He's holding two boxes of pepperoni, extra cheese, and expects to be paid, tip included, whether you ordered the pizza or not.
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Post by ribbons on Feb 17, 2008 15:48:20 GMT -5
In the living room it was dark. Three pairs of eyes stared intently at the screen, while the fourth hid behind an old embroidered pillow. Slwoly, Avery came to some kind of subconciousness.
"Did the doorbell just ring?" she murmured, her eyes still glued to the screen.
One replied with a zombie-like groan.
The next replied with a hushed mumble, while the fourth stumbled off their feet, over hid friends' laps and ran to the door. He muttered obscene words to himself once he stood before the door, nable to get the deadbolt to turn.
Finally, the door creaked open, and he slowly began to search through his pockets for money. Groping around, he found a twenty, a crumpled five, and what seemed to be a few ones. As he pulled his hand out, several coins fell to the floor making a clanking noise.
"Keep it down!" He heard Avery screech.
He sent a glare in her direction. Then, taking the boxes, he threw the bills at the young man and fumbled back into the house.
ooc; Whheee. So much spacing.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 16:48:23 GMT -5
Um, it was good, but you were supposed to add on to your first one. As in, pizza-boy came to Amy and Kat's door.
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Post by ribbons on Feb 18, 2008 10:23:27 GMT -5
x) Okay...hold one while I type it up.
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Post by ribbons on Feb 21, 2008 19:24:17 GMT -5
Kat's eyes remained steady on the microwave, tapping the counter with her fingernails.
"You know, if you keep doing that, you'll get cancer," Amy mumbled, scraping some gunk from underneath her thumbnail.
Kat shrugged, stepping away from it. Then, as she heard the doorbell ring, she pointed towards the foyer, commanding her guest.
Glaring at her, she muttered, "Why of all the rude things," her voice trailing off.
Jogging over to the door, she stared at the noy. After a moment, she heard Kat ask who it was. "Uhh...I'll be right back." Then, clsoing the door, Amy clicked the deadbolt, and ran back to the kitchen.
"Who was it?" Kat asked again, her eyes, focused on the microwave.
"Ohh, no one." She replied as the microwave stopped its humming noise.
ooc; x) so many spaces...sorry that took...three days to reply...
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