|
Post by Gin on Jul 30, 2007 22:41:38 GMT -6
"SHUT IT, MALCOM, WE HAVE TO FIND ELLE!" Whether Ike's grating voice had been directed at the feeble weed or at the feeble Malcom didn't matter. It still shot right over the dead land and into Malcom's empty head. He moaned again, louder both in response to the pain and in hope that his friends would hear it and come to his rescue. His only response was green sparks shooting up into the air behind him. He failed to notice these clear signs from Elle and only had ears for the shuffling feet that were coming right at him. Malcom looked around hopefully and saw as Dane's orange shirt streaked by right behind Ike's red one. He gawked as they ran right past him, failing to notice their bleeding friend. He was about ready to scream "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" but stopped when he heard a defining 'oof'.
Malcom did his best to look around and finally saw Dane standing near a hole. Malcom blinked, suddenly curious what Dane was doing with a hole. He didn't look like he might throw up but with Ike around, you never knew. Which brought up a whole new topic. Where had Ike gone.
With his best efforts and his motivation to punch the boys for darting past him, Malcom slowly crawled over to the edge of the hole. He made it and, exceedingly tired, dropped over on his stomach, letting his head fall inside the hole to lay his chin against the dirty wall. This lower elevation seemed to urge the blood forward because it crept out of his head in a slightly quicker fashion than it had before. He was nearly passed out again when he recognized the 2 familiar shapes in the hole.
"Hello plushy friends. How are you today, ladies?" he asked Elle's breasts, completely unconcerned that he was now dripping blood and that there were other body parts composing the two figures in the pit. At those last words, he promptly passed out again.
|
|
|
Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 1, 2007 19:21:47 GMT -6
The sparks had worked to Elle's amazement. They were all moving about, and she heard the feet, and then heard someone get close. It was Dane, he had this amazed look in his eye. Elle watched for a second, stopped shooting up sparks, and smiled. "'Ey! Dane! Down 'here!" She called then stopped as she heard feet running.
Ike was staring down at her from the edge of the pit, and she smiled sweetly up at him. For a second she was proud of him. He had managed to find her, and realize she needed help. It was the first time she truly thought Ike might have a little bit more of a sense then he normally did.
But then... in a matter of seconds, his triumphant discovery of her, was ruined. He grinned down at her waved, and to Elle's horror, he ran down into the pit and hugged her. At first Elle was delighted that she had someone with her, and so she hugged him back, her arms wrapped around him, and she was smiling. Then she realized they were both stuck now.
"Dude, I found you! What do I win?"
Elle stiffened as he hugged her even tighter. And for a few seconds, her face started to turn red and breathing became extremely hard. "I," she gasped. "Can't... breathe..." she wiggled some, and finally his arms loosened on her and she was able to get free.
Her blue eyes glared at him and she shook her head, "NOW WE ARE BOTH STUCK EEN 'ERE!"
She looked up to find Dane, the smart one who hadn't fallen into the pit. "Dane, 'elp us get out please." She asked walking to the wall of dirt and staring up at him. Some more russeling came from above the whole, and then Malcom's head popped out looking right at Elle's breasts.
"Hello plushy friends. How are you today, ladies?"
Elle's cheeks turned red and she crossed her arms. "Can we talk to my breasts after I get out of 'ere?" she mumbled looking at Malcom. Her eyes widened as she saw blood trippling down from his head. She bit her lip, she knew how to help him, but she had to get up there to do it. "Dane 'urry up now.." she said simply. "Malcome needs 'elp."
|
|
|
Post by mila2007 on Aug 1, 2007 21:44:44 GMT -6
"Yeah? Well I'm smarter AND hotter... FACE-ASS!"
Still moving towards the sparks, Dane didn't miss a beat.
"BUTT-MUNCH!"
Dane frowned as Ike ran past him, swatted him when he ran past him again, rolled his eyes when he made a U-Turn, whirled angrily when he bumped into him, and screamed when he climbed over him.
"IKE, YOU DUMB-ASS! CLIMB OVER ME AGAIN AND I'LL POP THOSE BALLOONS ON YOUR ARMS YOU CALL MUSCLES!"
It was a threat that he intended to follow in the near future.
Horrified, Dane watched as Ike jumped into the pit where Elle's sparks were still flying.
"RETARD!"
He walked over to the edge of the pit, standing at the lip, seething.
"Dude, I found you! What do I win?"
"You win my fist in your mouth, fart-breath," Dane yelled angrily. "Now you're both in the pit!" He sighed angrily, crossing his arms.
"Hello plushy friends. How are you today, ladies?"
"OHMYGOD, BREASTMONSTER!"
Dane screamed, dancing away from the passing out Malcom. He hadn't seen him arrive or crawl up behind him, so for now all he could do was still his beating heart. With amusement, he realised Breast Monster could still be a term for Malcom.
"Ha, that's a good one. I'll have to write it down."
"Dane 'urry up now... Malcome needs 'elp."
Dane nodded, understandingly.
"Malcom needs a lot of help my foreign friend. Unfortunately, I am unable to provide the sort of help he requires. Please leave a message at the sound of the Fantasticle. FANTASTICLE!"
|
|
|
Post by purrfection on Aug 2, 2007 14:29:33 GMT -6
Ike grinned back at Elle as she smiled at him. He was a genius. He'd saved her, and now he was going to get a victory kiss. Or maybe more than a kiss...
He spaced off as he imagined what Elle would do to thank him for his bravery when Dane decided to step in a stomp all over his glory.
"You win my fist in your mouth, fart-breath! Now you're both in the pit!"
"NUH UUUUH!" Ike yelled back, glaring as he loosened his death grip on Elle. He refused to look around at the dirt walls surrounding him which would surely let him see logic and, instead, decided to argue with Dane. "WE'RE NOT STUCK IN THE PIT, BUTT-WIPE!"
"NOW WE ARE BOTH STUCK EEN 'ERE!"
Ike's eyes grew large. "We are?" He looked around at said pit. Elle seemed angry with him. Ike decided to panic, not having the faintest idea why he was doing it. "OH MY GOD, WE'RE STUCK IN A PIT! OH MY GOD, IT'S A PIT! WE'RE STUCK! IN A PIT! IT'S A PIT! AAHHHHH!" He ran a few circles around Elle then slammed face-first into the wall.
There was a few seconds of silence.
Then, something extraordinary happened.
"Hello plushy friends. How are you today, ladies?"
"OHMYGOD, BREASTMONSTER!"
No, not that.
"I HAVE A PLAN!" Ike proclaimed, his speech muffled by the dirt. He peeled his face away from the wall and stepped over to Elle. "We have to decide who's more important, me or Elle. That person can climb the unimportant person like a ladder and crawl out of the pit! Now... to decide who's important and who's the human ladder..."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a second or two. "Okay, Elle, get over there by edge. I'll just stand on your shoulders..." He motioned her over to the far wall.
|
|
|
Post by Gin on Aug 2, 2007 22:59:17 GMT -6
[[Again, skip me. The moron prince is passed out.]]
|
|
|
Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 5, 2007 20:34:02 GMT -6
"Malcom needs a lot of help my foreign friend. Unfortunately, I am unable to provide the sort of help he requires. Please leave a message at the sound of the Fantasticle. FANTASTICLE!"
Ellendie flashed a glare towards Dane's direction. Dane wasn't suppose to be the irritable moron, he was suppose to be the nice, sweet, fun, one. But apparently he decided too switch places with Malcom since Malom was presantly out cold.
"Dane!" she snapped, but it wasn't an 'angry' snap, it was a 'I am trying to get your attention and you need to help' snap. "Now leesten, you are stuck down 'ere and Malcom is 'urt. So eef you don't mind eet would be ni-"
Ike started to panic and run in little circles around Elle. Elle stopped talking and watched him with slightly interest. She then opened her mouth again, "Ike." He kept going instead of stopping and calming down like Elle wanted him too. He ran straight into the dirt wall and Elle rolled her eyes. He can kiss himself for now one...
She turned back to Dane and made a 'huff' noise, since she was losing her paitence (which is saying something since she has a lot of it). "Come on Dane, get us out of 'ere before ze-"
"I HAVE A PLAN!"
Ellendie slowly turned her head towards Ike, this was certainly different. Elle had never seen Ike use much as one brain cell let alone enough to make a whole plan. Her anger was subsiding, slightly, as she watched him. This was it. He could save himself from all the anger Elle was bottling up from him. He could come up with a half decent plan and save himself the misery, but if he came up with a dud, she'd still be mad at him.
"We have to decide who's more important, me or Elle. That person can climb the unimportant person like a ladder and crawl out of the pit! Now... to decide who's important and who's the human ladder..."
It already had 'UGLY' written all over it.
"Okay, Elle, get over there by edge. I'll just stand on your shoulders..."
Ellendie's eyes turned a pitch black and she gave Ike a nasty glare. He had ruined it all, he had this chance, he was going to save himself, but noooo, he had to be stupid. "IKE BARRINGER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ZINK SOMEZING LIKE ZAT! LET ALONE SAY EET!" She was huffed up now, she was ready to go, her ranger was rolling! "I swear eef you weren-"
She paused. Her eyes turned to a soft dark blue, and her anger was leaving her. "Oh," she mumbled, pulling out her want. "I am so stupeed! Why deedn't I zink of eet before?! I am a witch! I could have gotten out all on my own!" With a flick of her wand a ladder appeared and she towards it, then climbed up and shook ehr head at herself. She was a Ravenclaw for heavens sake! She should be thoroughly ashamed of herself. Once up the ladder and on the grounbd, with a 'poof' the ladder disappeared, leaving Ike down there on his own. Elle looked down there with a saticfied nod and wandered over to Malcom.
Elle pulled him gently onto his back and over by a tree, careful not to wake him. She kneeled down, had his head resting on her lap and conjured up a rag, some bandages, and water as well as cut cleaner. "Now I don't know 'ow to 'eal. But I do know first aid pretty well..."
She put the rag in the warm water and started to gently clean Malcom's cut.
|
|
|
Post by mila2007 on Aug 6, 2007 12:55:03 GMT -6
"Dane!"
Dane peered over the pit looking at Elle.
"Now leesten, you are stuck down 'ere and Malcom is 'urt. So eef you don't mind eet would be ni-"
Ike was off being a moron (again), running in dizzying circles in the pit effectively making Dane wish Ike was the one unconscious. But Elle was right, Malcom was hurt and he was the only one able to do something about it. Pictures of the school honoring him for saving everyone came to his mind again...
Dane switched tactics. He sat on the ground on his stomach, one hand propped under his chin while using the other to prod and abuse Malcom.
"Malcom, Malcom are you okay," he asked in a bored tone, prodding him some more in the side.
"Come on Dane, get us out of 'ere before ze-"
When the other boy didn't wake up, he raised both his arms like people do at their car when someone cuts in front of them, and looked pointedly at Elle.
"I can only do so many things at a time!"
"I HAVE A PLAN!"
Well, that was bad news right off the bat. Dane looked at Ike, a cautious expression on his face.
"Ike, think very carefully on what you're going to say nex-"
"We have to decide who's more important, me or Elle. That person can climb the unimportant person like a ladder and crawl out of the pit! Now... to decide who's important and who's the human ladder..."
Again, almost like talking to a child, Dane addressed Ike.
"Ike, dude, think-"
"Okay, Elle, get over there by edge. I'll just stand on your shoulders..."
Dane backed away from the pit hurriedly, grabbing Malcom in the process and dragging them back a bit. An explosion was brewing...
That retard....
Even Dane knew it wasn't right to undermine a lady! In those fancy old times videos the gentlemen always placed their coats over the mud puddle for the lady to walk over so they wouldn't dirty their shoes. But Dane had a feeling Ike would put the lady over the mud puddle and walk over her.
Not good.
That was odd. It was unsually quiet from the pit. Dane started to inch forward to see if she had taken mercy on Ike's soul and given him a silent death-
"IKE BARRINGER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ZINK SOMEZING LIKE ZAT! LET ALONE SAY EET!"
He backpedalled away from the pit, crouching beside Malcom, riding the storm out. But there wasn't really anything else to ride out. Just that little outburst and then some mumbling.
"I am so stupeed! Why deedn't I zink of eet before?! I am a witch! I could have gotten out all on my own!"
There was a tinkle of magic, and then Elle's head starting to appear over the edge of the pit, slowly rising. If Dane were a dog, he would have wagged his tail in happiness. She climbed up the rest of the ladder. When her feet hit the ground, the ladder poofed away leaving Ike in the pit. Dane laughed. He thought it was appropriate.
Dane followed at Elle's heels like a dog as she went over to Malcom. She kneeled down in front of him, placing his head in her lap.
"Now I don't know 'ow to 'eal. But I do know first aid pretty well..."
Dane peered over her shoulder, looking down at Malcom. He actually looked pretty nice when his lips were closed and he wasn't harrassing women.
"I'm no doctor, but I think he's unconscious," Dane diagnosed, putting in his two cents. "Because he's lying very still in a beautiful girl's lap and he, Malcom, is not waking up."
Thinking again over the subject of Malcom, Dane gripped Elle's arm gently but firmly.
"Be careful Elle... He's probably faking it so he can feel up your breasts! I wouldn't put it past him..."
|
|
|
Post by purrfection on Aug 7, 2007 12:01:02 GMT -6
Ike was insanely proud of his plan. It was well thought-out and considerate of others, not to mention just plain genius. Ike was a genius. There was no denying it anymore.
"IKE BARRINGER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ZINK SOMEZING LIKE ZAT! LET ALONE SAY EET!"
Ike was unphased by Elle's screaming. She hadn't heard the whole plan, just the first part. "You've gotta hear the rest!" he said excitedly. He hadn't really thought about 'the rest', but he went on to improvise it while Elle calmed down and talked to herself like a crazy person.
"Okay," he said, "so I get out of the pit and walk a few yards away. Elle, you keep doing... that." He waved his hands next to his face in a mock-gesture of 'freaking out'. "I'll come running with a vine and pull you out of the pit." He was grinning madly, and he finally decided to pay attention to Elle, wanting her approval for his wonderful plan.
But by this time, Elle was already out of the pit and the ladder had disappeared into thin air. He waved at her, trying to get her attention. "HEY, WAIT! THAT'S NOT ALL!" She hadn't let him get to the details, the very important details. Like, for instance, that Ike would be wearing a superhero cape for the rescue; or that, since there were probably no spare capes hanging around the forest, he might have to take off his shirt to use instead. Ike thought she'd be fond of that part. After all, who wouldn't want to see his hot man chest?
Now, however, things were not working out right. Elle could not rescue Ike because she was a girl and Ike was a guy and guys rescued girls, not the other way around.
"GUUUYS!" he shouted at them, walking up to the wall of the pit. "THIS ISN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
|
|
|
Post by Gin on Aug 7, 2007 13:27:37 GMT -6
Malcom could catch brief words from the conscious world as he began to come around again.
"--don't know 'ow to 'eal."
"--beautiful girl's lap--Malcom--"
"--he can feel up your breasts!"
"THIS ISN'T HOW--GO!"
Malcom moaned and twisted around. Elle was motioning for him to come, wearing a nearly see-through, short hemmed, very low cut, fuzzy, light blue nelige. He gave her a foxy grin and stepped towards her, really wanting to jump her. But something held him back. There were three other girls. Might have been Hope there in front but he wasn't sure. He had only had sex with her; He didn't really remember how she looked. The one in back had boobs so big she was almost slouching with the weight. His eyes bulged and his jaw fell open. Elle was calling him but he wasn't listening. The second girl, the redhead, was motioning him and he came eagerly. She whispered in his ear that he could lay in her lap while the girl in the back, the blonde, moved her breasts over his head and the first girl rubbed his pride n' joy. He agreed, letting the girls do their duty to him, their God.
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the redhead's lap. He sighed, closing his eyes, and let the motion on the side of his head continue. He liked the movement. It was nice. The only thing that was missing was the other boob. His eyes flashed open and he squealed, moving away best he could from Elle's lap. His best ended up moving him so his head was now on her foot.
"Ellllle...." he moaned, pushing his hand up to his head and pulling it back down with blood. "Elle... Why's there blood?" Malcom slowly lifted his fingers to show her what he assumed she didn't know. "Fix it..."
|
|
|
Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 7, 2007 13:50:09 GMT -6
Ellendie dabbed his wound gently with the rag and listening to Dane talk who was hovering near them.
"I'm no doctor, but I think he's unconscious,"
You think? She thought, but she didn't dare say it. Dane had been annoying, but he was still too nice to snap at.
"Because he's lying very still in a beautiful girl's lap and he, Malcom, is not waking up."
The part where he said beautiful made her lift her head up and beam at him. Her cheeks were a slight pink, then she turned bac to Malcom. Then Dane gripped her arm to stop him and she looked up at him blankly, "What?"
"Be careful Elle... He's probably faking it so he can feel up your breasts! I wouldn't put it past him..."
Ellendie laughed and shook her head, "Don't be silly Dane, 'e's out cold! And I am sure once 'e ees up, 'e wont be zinking about my breasts. 'E weel be zinking about 'ow much 'is 'ead 'urts."
She turned back to Malcom ignoring Ike's screams from the pit. He deserved everything he got. So he was going to sit there until Elle found him worthy enough to come up from it, and be blessed enough to be in her sight.
"GUUUYS! THIS ISN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
Elle lifted her head and looked towards the pit, "WHINING EESN'T GOING TO GET YOU ANYWHERE! BUT PER'APS EEN ZE STOMACH OF 'UNGRY EARTHWORMS!" She laughed slightly, shook her head, and turned to Malcom, who was now moaning and figdeting in her lap. Elle's blue eyes watched him as slid away from her lap, to the ground. He then sat up, looking at her and started talking.
"Ellllle.... Elle... Why's there blood?"
"You 'urt yourself, Malcom." She said soothingly. She watched him wipe his forehead and showed her the blood on his fingers. "I know, I was-"
"Fix it..."
She scooted close to him so that she could reach his cut. "Zat was what I was trying to do, zen you moved." She smiled at him sweetly, and then continued dabbed his forehead gently with water, cleaning it. She then got a cotton swave, poured some bacterial removal on it (like bactine or whatever you have that keeps cuts from getting infected), and went to his wound. "Zis might sting.." she whispered before she gently started to disinfect him.
She turned to Dane, as she grabbed some bandages, "You can 'elp 'im get out of zere Dane, but I most certainly wont." She then turned to Malcom holding a few different choices. "You want a patch? Or do you want a zing zat weel go around your 'ead and make you look like a pirate?"
She felt like she was being such a mother, but Malcom was hurt. And she didn't want anyone dying while they were in some strange Forbidden Forest, unless it involves Ike, and Earthworms.
Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Purr ((LMAO!))
|
|
|
Post by mila2007 on Aug 7, 2007 16:57:46 GMT -6
"GUUUYS! THIS ISN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
Dane made a quick journey to the edge of the pit to look in at Ike like he was some museum display exhibit.
Bending over to the side, he pretended to read an imaginary info box.
"'Ikus Retardus. One of the slower species to grace the earth, this creature enjoys eating a lot, changing the subject with no connection to the prior topic, and butterbeer. They can be found lazing in bed, lazing on the floor, lazing out in the open, and lazing in the middle of the road.' oh, honey, it looks so cute. Why don't we get one for the kids. No no, dear, it says right here they're a filthy species that go on about how good their ass looks in their outfits. Let's get the kids a cat instead."
He laughed at Ike mockingly, sticking his tongue out then trotted back to Elle peering over her shoulder.
"Is he dead?"
"Ellllle.... Elle... Why's there blood? Fix it..."
"Damn."
Dane sat down next to Elle watching her work on Malcom's fat head.
"You can 'elp 'im get out of zere Dane, but I most certainly wont."
Dane felt this was not the time to mention that he had just taunted Ike over the pit and come back.
"You want a patch? Or do you want a zing zat weel go around your 'ead and make you look like a pirate?"
"How 'bout a bag that will contain his brains and keep his ugly face away from the unfortunate beings that have to look at it every day," Dane grinned teasingly, sticking his tongue out.
Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Purr ((HI, you are a genius.))
|
|
|
Post by purrfection on Aug 7, 2007 21:04:43 GMT -6
Ikus Retardus was all alone. This was often the case with specimen in exhibits; the only company they got was that of curious onlookers. Visiting crowds had both ups and downs. People, while being interested enough in the world around them to lock creatures they don't understand in cages and charge money for poor saps to see them, were sometimes not very nice. For example, little kids offering delicious looking ice cream cones through the bars of the exhibit but just out of reach of the thing in said exhibit was rude. Since Ikus was not a lactose-intolerant penguin, he really thought he deserved sugary diary products, or whatever those on the 'outside' wanted to throw at him. Furthermore, when the overprotective mother/father of the little tyke begins to scream, "BILLY, GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE, THAT THING HAS FOURTEEN TESTICLES!", feelings, more often than not, get hurt. Though Ikus was certainly proud of his two (not fourteen, that's just creepy) testicles and the fact that they were large enough to be deceived for seven times the size of what they actually were, he did not want Billy to 'get his hand out of there' because that meant no ice cream for Ikus.
For sure, the life of a freak was a tragic one...
Ikus made a hand gesture at the inquistive young man standing at the edge of the pit. It looked to be a primitive version of human signal meaning 'f**k off'. When the onlooker left the area, the beast calmed down and began a methodical scouring of his habitat, sniffing the dirt walls and even chewing a loose twig. Further observational methods should be explored.
"WHINING EESN'T GOING TO GET YOU ANYWHERE! BUT PER'APS EEN ZE STOMACH OF 'UNGRY EARTHWORMS!"
His hearing noted in many reference books to be better than most if he is not otherwise distracted, Ikus perked up, alarmed, moving around in his mouth a clump of dirt he had just been in the process of swallowing. A constipated look on his face, the subject in question spit the foreign substance out, proceeding to run around his enclosure screaming in a series of grunts and cries unintelligable to our species, but once or twice managing something that sounded very much like "OH MY GOD, NOT THE EARTHWORMS!"
When confronted with an olive green vine near one side of the pit, Ikus started and lost what could only be called a battle to the death, presumably under the impression that what he was fighting was the king of the earthworms. This lasted for a minute or so.
Tired out and tangled in the vine (knee parallel with face and both arms above his head), Ikus began to sob pathetically, crying out in a strangled voice, "Elle! You can't let them get me... you can't let them win like this!"
[[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin (I only wish I could give you 10. btw: LMFAO!!!!)]]
|
|
|
Post by Gin on Aug 8, 2007 19:34:25 GMT -6
Elle moved forward so she could clean his cut. He completly missed anything and everything she said before pouring on the bacteria remover. He yelped and twitched like he was having a seizure.
"No no no no noooooo...." he whined, thrashing about with the little strength he could muster.
"You can 'elp 'im get out of zere Dane, but I most certainly wont. You want a patch? Or do you want a zing zat weel go around your 'ead and make you look like a pirate?"
Malcom stopped figiting and looked over at Dane. He hadn't realized Dane was there. He grinned then took on a more confused appearance. Why was Dane getting him out? Where was he that he need 'out' of? But most importantly, why was Elle not going to do it. He immediatly forgot all this when Elle mentioned pirates.
"Pira--!!" he began, quietly though with his trademarked enthusiasm.
"How 'bout a bag that will contain his brains and keep his ugly face away from the unfortunate beings that have to look at it every day." Malcom easily substituted the words that refered to him so that they refered to Dane.
"You should definatly get one, Dane. It is just cruel to make me n' Ike look at the thing you call a face every day." He aimed a weak kick at Dane, barely touching his shin. "Where is Ike?"
Almost as if in response, Malcom heard Ike's voice ringing through his head.
"Elle! You can't let them get me... you can't let them win like this!"
"Ohhhhhh... Make it shut up. I take it back. I don't care where he is." Malcom clutched his head and groaned.
|
|
|
Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 9, 2007 13:22:01 GMT -6
"Pira--!!"
"How 'bout a bag that will contain his brains and keep his ugly face away from the unfortunate beings that have to look at it every day,"
"You should definatly get one, Dane. It is just cruel to make me n' Ike look at the thing you call a face every day. Where is Ike?"
Ellendie bit her tongue, ignoring the rude comments they made to eachother. She just sat quietly bandaging Malcom's head, and wrapping the thing that went around his head to keep the bandage on. "Stuck een a pit," she answered simply, as she started to tie the bandage on. "Zere, you are all feexed." She smiled at Malcom, flicked her wand and the things she used to clean him up were gone.
"Elle! You can't let them get me... you can't let them win like this!"
She turned her head and glared at the pit, "Watch me!" Her voice was loud, just enough so Ike coud hear her.
"Ohhhhhh... Make it shut up. I take it back. I don't care where he is."
"Oh, sorry Malcom," Elle said in a soft voice. She stood up holding her wand and made her way to the pit. She looked down at him smirked, and backed away so he couldn't see it was her doing everything. She waved her wand and a group of gummy worms formed around the pit getting ready to dive in. They looked like real earthworms, the only problem was that they didn't wiggle. So with another flick of her wand she casted a wiggle charm on them, and almost instantly the started squirming around. She looked at Dane and winked, hoping to get the message to act like he was getting attacked, as well as Malcom.
"OH NO! IKE ZEY ARE EVERYWHERE! ZEY GOT US IKE! ZEY GOT US!" Elle was crying, well not really, but she was making it seem like she was. With a flick of her wand she sent the swarm of gummy worms down to the pit, them all inching slowly into get Ike. "DANE! DANE! NOOOOOOOO! ZEY ARE EATING DANE'S BRAINS!"
As the gummy worms inched slowly, Elle conjured up some gewy stuff that looked like Dane's brains, and tossed them into the pit. "AHHH! ZEY ARE BITING ME! MY LEG! ZEY ARE GETTING MY LEG!" She thumped around to make noise, making it seem like they were all putting up a decent fight. She looked at Dane and Malcom, nodding for them to play along. "Come on guys," she whispered, "Play along."
Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Purr ((LOL!))
|
|
|
Post by mila2007 on Aug 16, 2007 15:43:06 GMT -6
((Go ahead and skip me, guys. I'm really not in a Dane mood. Sorry... ))
|
|