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smash_logs2012-09-13 09:08 am
twistedspoon) wrote in smash_logs2012-09-13 09:08 am
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- ai/purple pikmin (pikmin),
- bulba/venusaur (pokemon),
- casey/abra (pokemon),
- chili (pokemon),
- chun li (street fighter),
- cress (pokemon),
- flint (mother),
- flurrie (mario),
- garry (ib),
- glados (portal),
- jon talbain (darkstalkers),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- kumatora (mother),
- little mac (punch out),
- miles edgeworth (ace attorney),
- natural harmonia gropius (pokemon),
- ocelot (metal gear),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- pit (kid icarus),
- ron delite (ace attorney),
- samus aran (metroid),
- shadow (sonic the hedgehog),
- sig (puyo puyo),
- silver (sonic the hedgehog),
- skull kid (zelda),
- sonic (sonic the hedgehog),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- warren/persian (pokemon),
- x (megaman x)
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.
There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!
Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.
That was her logic, anyway.
When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.
Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.
Soon the dreaming began...
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.
There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!
Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.
That was her logic, anyway.
When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.
Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.
Soon the dreaming began...
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Even though he did, in fact, act like he was serious whenever he joked sometimes. Ambiguous motherfucker.
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oh god why
Whoa, where did he get that bottle of champagne? Why was he holding it li- OH GOD he just...
smashed his own skull in with a bottle of champagne.
Glass glittered in the red light like crystal sand in a burning apocalyptic sunset, a sweet chinking sound accompanying it. Gold liquid burst forth in a spray, also changing colors not with the light ambiance, but his own blood. As the impact crashed, the entire restaurant too began to fade out like it was nothing but a bad dream.
Champagne? More like Champain.
Cress slipped away, down to his knees, where he made the spot on the floor next to Chili his place to die.
"I wonder if... this nightmare has reached... its end..." He crumpled with a triumphant smile gracing his lips. This dream had gotten very, very red. Inexcusably red.
oh my fucking god you are out of control
Cress would not be holding any bottles of champagne for a while, if Chili could help it.
Chili tried to scream for Cress to cease, stop, no, no, don't do that, there are better ways to end a dream, but it was too late. Now he had not only one dead brother melded with the carpet, but another who lay in a pool of glass and blood-red champagne.
"C-C-Cress...!" stuttered the remaining brother as he fell to his knees at Cress's side. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks: it wasn't real, he tried to remind himself, but something about this Cress felt so damned real, something about this room felt like Cress, and...
Chili found himself fading from the dream, like he was being saved from the imminent death of Cress and his made-up restaurant. Maybe it was for the best, but Chili didn't want to leave his dying brother. "No, no!" he screamed, crawling on hands and knees through the champain to grip onto Cress's torso. It wouldn't be enough to keep him from being booted from Cress's dreamspace, however.
where will i strike next
And then Cress woke up with the worst headache he'd ever suffered in his entire life. ~THE HAPPY END~
don't
Cress's dream sucked, but it was still enough to keep him up for the rest of the night. Mostly because watching both of your brothers die didn't feel nice.
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