Post by Cafalle on Dec 15, 2009 19:22:11 GMT -5
lol, Merry Christmas Roach! I realise this makes no sense whatsoever, but just read it anyway. I can't figure out whether these are two different versions, or both connected...
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Cafalle was sitting at her desk – nothing unusual, she practically lived there – planning something. Something so unbelievably awesome, should she tell anyone their head would probably explode.
But not her. She was totally above that.
Papers scattered the bench, writings and numbers and maps, sticky notes supplying colorful little reminders among the mess. She was scribbling madly, giggling like a madwoman. I’m sure you’re wondering what the Fearless Leader was planning?
Well, let’s see.
Something along the lines of an escape from Alcatraz, the bitchification of Roach, and the elaborate kidnapping of Jake and John in the most unnecessary way.
Bet you wish you never asked.
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She was sitting silently on her prison cot, staring at the ceiling. Well almost silently. Every few seconds she would wriggle around, hearing the spring squeak and scrape against each other.
“Would you cut that out?!” Roach yelled from the cell across from her. Cafalle grinned – friends or not, annoying the snot out of people was like crack to her. She continued to do this until one of the springs had wriggled out of the mattress and stabbed her in the back. She yanked it out, running to the door and trying to pick the lock with it. Her tongue stuck out as she concentrated, and as the lock clicked she giggled. “I can’t believe that actually worked!” She screeched, unlocking Roach’s cell and running down the hall. All the other cells were empty, and as they ran they ended up running into… a tour group?
“Who are you?” The tour leader said, popping bright pink bubblegum.
“I’m an escaping convict, and this is my prison *bleep*, Roach.” Cafalle explained, as one eyebrow rose. The tour guide just looked at them, her mind repeating ‘these women are idiots’.
“Alcatraz hasn’t been an operating prison in decades.” Cafalle turned to look at her fellow inmate. “That explains… a lot.” The simply ran past, reaching the docks. One of the many poles used for tying up boats seemed to disagree with Cafalle as she slammed right into it.
“Stupid place fer a…. piece o’ wood…” She mumbled, rubbing her forehead. Roach just walked past, mumbling something about ‘idiotic Australians’ before jumping into one of the boats and hotwiring it elaborately. As they sped off Cafalle pulled a plan seemingly out of nowhere, holding it up.
“So, where to?” Roach said, driving the boat with her feet so she could read the map.
“Depends. Do we want to get Jake or John first?”
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Cafalle was sitting at her desk – nothing unusual, she practically lived there – planning something. Something so unbelievably awesome, should she tell anyone their head would probably explode.
But not her. She was totally above that.
Papers scattered the bench, writings and numbers and maps, sticky notes supplying colorful little reminders among the mess. She was scribbling madly, giggling like a madwoman. I’m sure you’re wondering what the Fearless Leader was planning?
Well, let’s see.
Something along the lines of an escape from Alcatraz, the bitchification of Roach, and the elaborate kidnapping of Jake and John in the most unnecessary way.
Bet you wish you never asked.
.*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):. .*):.
She was sitting silently on her prison cot, staring at the ceiling. Well almost silently. Every few seconds she would wriggle around, hearing the spring squeak and scrape against each other.
“Would you cut that out?!” Roach yelled from the cell across from her. Cafalle grinned – friends or not, annoying the snot out of people was like crack to her. She continued to do this until one of the springs had wriggled out of the mattress and stabbed her in the back. She yanked it out, running to the door and trying to pick the lock with it. Her tongue stuck out as she concentrated, and as the lock clicked she giggled. “I can’t believe that actually worked!” She screeched, unlocking Roach’s cell and running down the hall. All the other cells were empty, and as they ran they ended up running into… a tour group?
“Who are you?” The tour leader said, popping bright pink bubblegum.
“I’m an escaping convict, and this is my prison *bleep*, Roach.” Cafalle explained, as one eyebrow rose. The tour guide just looked at them, her mind repeating ‘these women are idiots’.
“Alcatraz hasn’t been an operating prison in decades.” Cafalle turned to look at her fellow inmate. “That explains… a lot.” The simply ran past, reaching the docks. One of the many poles used for tying up boats seemed to disagree with Cafalle as she slammed right into it.
“Stupid place fer a…. piece o’ wood…” She mumbled, rubbing her forehead. Roach just walked past, mumbling something about ‘idiotic Australians’ before jumping into one of the boats and hotwiring it elaborately. As they sped off Cafalle pulled a plan seemingly out of nowhere, holding it up.
“So, where to?” Roach said, driving the boat with her feet so she could read the map.
“Depends. Do we want to get Jake or John first?”