Late Afternoon/Early Evening

Apr 18, 2007 17:05

As the sun was just starting to set, a van roared up to the outskirts of the town ( Read more... )

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 00:05:08 UTC
And, it's the possum in the lead with Coffin close behind.

Ladies and gentlemen, what a race! They're almost neck in neck!

Will the bellicose box take the day, trampling yet another swamp creature in the dust? Or will the possum pull this one off and live to flee another day?

And, most importantly, will that doofy-looking Frenchman get out of the way in time?

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 00:08:27 UTC
Pip was struggling to get to his knees when he heard the pounding of wooden feet/hands/appendages.

"//What the shitfuck is that?//"

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 00:11:50 UTC
And, the answer is no!

Ladies and Gentlemen, that's got to hurt.

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 00:16:31 UTC
Yes, yes it did.

"What the bloody fuck!" Pip shouted as the Coffin ran over him.

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 00:28:39 UTC
And, Coffin is gaining, gaining, and...what?

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is utterly unprecedented. Coffin, the great terror of Milieux's swamps (and also known as the Southern Dandy) is giving up the chase, and he's...

Yes! He's kicking dust in the fallen Frenchman's face.

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 00:32:17 UTC
Pip coughed and spat as the dust filled his mouth.

Fortunately, his eye was protected by the blindfold.

"I'm gonna kill you when I get these ropes off!"

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 00:34:39 UTC
Ladies and Gentlemen, the fine people at Milieux News are sure to be in a tizzy tonight.

Because there's no way you can show that gesture on television.

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 00:42:13 UTC
Pip could not see the gesture. He was blindfolded.

If he could, he probably would have had to process, ya know, the walking coffin thing.

But somehow, deep within his French heart, he knew what it was doing.

"Your mother's a whore!"

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 00:49:30 UTC
To the victor, go the spoils, Ladies and Gentlemen.

As Coffin so aptly demonstrates by frisking the frantic Frenchman and...Yes! Stealing his cigarettes!

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 01:30:03 UTC
"Not my cigarettes!" Pip shouted. "At least that lady had the class not to loot me!"

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 01:57:30 UTC
The funerial fighter seems deaf to the feisty Frenchman's please, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Or it could be that Coffin simply has no empathy.

This announcer thinks the latter more likel as...the brazen box lights up a cigarette and blows smoke in the fractured Frog's face.

Seriously, how is it doing that?

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 02:47:43 UTC
Pip doesn't know. But he's inching forward towards where he hopes the knife is, so he can try to cut himself free and kick Coffin's non-existent wooden ass.

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noapte_denoapte April 19 2007, 02:50:42 UTC
Alas, sports fans our wooden warrior has seemingly tired of this sport and is doing a solo conga line off into the swamp, trailing smoke along the way.

Ladies and Gentlemen, what a day at the races!

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cyclopeanmerc April 19 2007, 02:55:58 UTC
Finally, Pip made it over to the embedded knife and managed to saw open his ropes.

He pulled off his blindfold and freed himself, looking around for at least one of the assholes who had beaten the crap of him.

But no one was to be found.

Bruised, scratched up, clawed up, and generally beaten up, Pip leaned against a weapons case.

"Shitfuck," he said, reaching for his pack of cigarettes.

Before remembering that that son of a bitch had taken them.

COFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

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