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Nukage
May 26, 2011 16:07:23 GMT -5
Post by Sivoncé™ on May 26, 2011 16:07:23 GMT -5
Siveria paced fretfully back and forth the penthouse suite of the OOC Village hotel. Sivvy is so confused she can't evern remember if that's really how you spell penthouse. Panting and sweating with crazed frustration, she suddenly ceased her pacing and whirled about, facing whoever was or wasn't watching her at the time. Like Nicholas Cage (I hate him) in National Treasure, she declared:
"I WANT TO NUKE THE ADVERTISEMENT BOARD!"
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Nukage
May 26, 2011 16:18:34 GMT -5
Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 26, 2011 16:18:34 GMT -5
Sleeping on the job, the lycanthropic elevator attendant jumped at the screaming declaration "--NUKE THE ADVERTISEMENT BOARD!"
"Wha... what?"
Yelping, the werewolf teetered out of her napping chair, her muzzle smacking into the floor as her eyes flashed toward the ceiling. Erm... if it's that Sandbox again, I swear I'll...
Muttering something about the blessings of rehab, Wolfie stepped into the elevator and headed up to the top floor.
"Hey, anybody... erm... planning on nuking anything?"
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Nukage
May 28, 2011 13:17:17 GMT -5
Post by Sivoncé™ on May 28, 2011 13:17:17 GMT -5
Siveria blinked at the werewolf in mild surprise. They let werewolves in here, now, too? She shook the thought from her head; she had business to attend to.
In a low and dangerous voice, she told there werewolf, "I'm going to steal the Declaration of Independence, I'm going to use it to nuke Nicholas Cage, and then I'm going to steal some nukes, and use them to NUKE THE ADVERTISEMENT BOARD!"
I'm a genius!
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Nukage
May 30, 2011 11:11:56 GMT -5
Post by Destiny on May 30, 2011 11:11:56 GMT -5
From an unpleasantly precarious perch on the peak of the penthouse suite's roof a particularly old wolf pondered the paradox that is life, pickling over whether or not to pursue the shouting from below. It had been several months since she had approached any other non-living, or living, being and the prospect of awkward chit-chat wasn't particularly promising.
Keen on enjoying the scenery for a while longer, she concluded that the most comforting direction was to remain posed like a gargoyle, twisting fluffy white ears to eavesdrop on vaguely familiar voices. Occasionally a nightingale or other such avian would plant itself upon one of her leathery bat-like wings, and the peculiar conversations which the two, or three, or more, would engage in were highly intriguing. If one could understand the garble of wolf and bird, that is.
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Nukage
Jun 13, 2011 21:44:22 GMT -5
Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 13, 2011 21:44:22 GMT -5
Siv suddenly snagged a decorative machete from aboce the fireplace.
"FORGET IT. I'M JUST GONNA FRICKEN SLAY THAT MOTHEREFFIN BASTARD BOARD! IT'S GOIN' DOWN HONEY!"
She proceeded to storm towards the door, eager to carry out with the deed.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
- New Moon, Shadow Walker
