LaurenDmm300 v. 2.0
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Strike groaned as he heard someone banging on his door. He was hoping to be able to sleep in today, but apparently that won't be happening. He stood up and walked to the door, still only half-awake. Shielo pushed Strike from the door and entered, locking the door behind her.
"Um, what's going on, Shielo?" Strike asked, he was confused and wanted to know why Shielo looked so panicked. Shielo took a deep breath as she sat on Strike's bed.
"Well, um, you see..." Shielo looked around, seemingly avoiding Strike's gaze. "Woah, you have cool art of Imagine Dragons."
"Thanks, but why did you run here, bang on my door, and then after I opened it, run in and lock the door?" Strike asked.
"Hey, what's the name of that guy? He's cute," Shielo pointed at Dan Reynolds, the lead vocalist of Imagine Dragons. She didn't actually find the guy cute, she was just using it as an excuse not to answer the question.
"Look up Imagine Dragons members and you'll see. Now answer the question," Strike looked at Shielo worriedly. What was she hiding from him?
"Fine, fine. Okay, so I may or may not have written a pretty bad oneshot of Pixie and Wolfie, and Pixie may or may not be after me to kill me. Yeah... if I don't get out of this alive, goodbye Strike, and good luck," Shielo grinned sheepishly while Strike simply looked at her and facepalmed.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"How serious?"
"About 1% serious, why?"
"You're sure Pixie's after you?"
"No."
"Then why are you here?"
"I like the softness of your bed?"
Strike looked at Shielo, then burst out laughing, Shielo doing the same thing. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Shielo looked around again. She noticed a can of soda standing next to some paper on Strike's desk. Walking to it, she took a look at the notes on the paper at the very top of the pile.
She couldn't properly read what it said because of Strike's messy handwriting, but she could make out two words:
"like her".
Shielo blinked. Nope, it still said that. She rubbed her eyes. It was still there. Shielo thought about it, maybe Strike was just comparing her to someone? Yeah, that was probably it. But was this person good or bad? What if she was—
"Hey," Strike interrupted Shielo's train of thought. Shielo smiled at him. "What is it?"
"Has anyone ever told you how—"
***
Typi sat on the couch, claiming a spot near Ray, just to eavesdrop on his conversations with the random people who came up to him to talk. Although most topics were about Ray's embarrassing moments witnessed so far, Ray didn't seem to mind. At first, Ray blushed a deep red, but he recovered pretty smoothly a while later, and simply continued talking to the person he was talking to.
Typi tilted her head in confusion at Ray's attitude. Why wasn't he embarassed anymore? Accidentally kissing someone who was the same gender as you when you aren't homosexual sounded pretty embarassing to Typi.
Someone wondered this exact thought too, saving Typi her breath. Typi leaned in a bit to hear what Ray and Laura (the person who was wondering) were saying, but looked at the TV so they wouldn't suspect anything.
"Why don't you look even a bit embarassed? I mean, all I've been talking to you about is how you kissed a guy who's the same gender as you, even though you're straight," Laura questioned Ray. Ray simply shrugged as he took a sip of the can of Sprite he'd taken from the fridge.
"Well yes, it is embarassing, but it's not like I can pick up a pen and paper and rewrite the past. It's already happened, and I can't do anything about it. So, I might as well move on," Ray said. Laura thought it over, slowly nodding her head in assent (agreement).
"I guess you're right," Laura mumbled. "Anyway, I'm gonna go now. See ya later, most-awkward-person-of-the-century." Laura grinned and waved. Typi chuckled, while a tinge of red-ish pink emerged on Ray's cheeks, but he smiled it off and waved anyway.
"You're an inspirational person, Ray," Typi said as she stopped chuckling, engendering (causing) Ray to look at her. He looked a bit flustered at the compliment.
"Surely, I'm not actually..." Ray trailed off. He looked like he was thinking about why Typi said what she said. "There's isn't any proof you can use to support that."
"Actually yes, I do. What you said to Laura just now was actually, in my opinion, pretty inspiring. I have no idea why I consider that inspiring, but I do, so you'll just have to deal with it," Typi smiled. Ray laughed.
"Sounds okay to me."
***
Rouge was in Mooney's room, discussing how cute cats were with Mooney, when Manwee opened the door and walked in.
'Jeez, where're this guy's manners? Ooh, I bet they ran away cause his rudeness was too unbearable,' Rouge giggled at that thought, obtaining stares from Mooney and Manwee.
"Sorry, was thinking about something funny," Rouge shrugged.
"I bet it was the dirty kind of funny," Manwee rolled his eyes, earning a glare from Rouge.
"Actually, it was an insult. To you," Rouge retorted. Manwee glared at Rouge, as if to say, "How dare you?!" but was interrupted by Mooney.
"All right, all right, calm down you two. Let's be honest Manwoo, Rouge was probably just joking around." Mooney cut in. Manwee huffed, but didn't say anything. Rouge simply nodded.
"So, why are you here?" Mooney asked, looking at Manwee. Manwee shrugged.
"I was just bored, so I decided to pay you a visit. Although, I didn't expect Rouge to be here." Manwee sat down on the swivel chair Mooney had been spinning around on a few minutes before Rouge came, which was about an hour ago.
"Okay then. So, now what?" Rouge said. Manwee shrugged. Mooney walked to the laptop on the desk and turned it on, quickly typing in her password while blocking view of the laptop. After that, she opened up Google and searched, "cute cats playing soccer".
Mooney didn't know why she decided to search that, but since Rouge and her liked cats and Manwee liked soccer, why not?
She called Rouge over to look at a video she had chosen which was a video of a cat being a goalie. Surprisingly, the cat in the video was actually a good goalie.
"That cat's been trained well," Manwee said at the end of the 28 second long video. Mooney nodded.
"Plus it's so cute," Mooney sighed. "Why can't I have it?!" Rouge took the chance to grab the mouse and click the back button. Then, she clicked on the "Images" section. Her mouth opened wide in awe.
"Oh my God, I swear these cats are so effing cute," Rouge mumbled as she scrolled through millions of pictures of cats with a soccer ball. Mooney stared at the pictures too, muttering something about wanting to own all of them. Manwee rolled his eyes, but looked too just cause there were soccer balls.
There were tons of cute pictures, but it soon ended, being replaced by pictures of actual human soccer players. This, of course, caught Manwee's attention, but Mooney closed the tab before he got to check any of them for French soccer players.
Mooney tapped the desk, thinking of what to search, when Manwee grabbed the mouse and searched for some French rapper or something. He asked for earphones or headphones, which Mooney gladly gave him, since she wasn't in the mood to listen to French rap.
"So, now what?" Rouge asked for the second time that hour.
"Well... Where'd you get that girl to send you all that pizza from? Seriously, my mouth watered at the sight of all that pizza." Mooney thought back to the other day, at the elimination process, and that girl she'd seen who'd given Rouge pizza and money. "I mean, 5 boxes of pizza? Wow bro, wow. You should've shared some with me!" Mooney pushed Rouge slightly, pouting in a cute way.
Rouge chuckled. "I did share, just not with you because you never asked for any," Rouge smiled cheekily. Mooney grunted in irritation. Rouge was right, she didn't ask for any pizza, at all. Mooney didn't know why really, she just didn't.
"Well, you could've offered me some!" Mooney huffed. Rouge laughed, clearly amused.
"Well I'm sorry, but everyone was trying to get a piece... Well, not everyone, but those who did got, like, two pieces, leaving me with only one box. Ugh. Why must people steal my pizza of all people's pizza?!" Rouge exclaimed. Mooney shrugged.
"Because you're the only one with pizza?"
"Good point."
***
Rundas, Elania, Pixie and Wolfie were talking about some really random stuff, although Wolfie was being logical and not getting a joke Elania just said when Sara, one of the maids, called them to dinner. Pixie and Wolfie got up and talked as they walked to the dining room. Rundas reluctantly got up, but just as he did, Elania grabbed a pillow from the couch, and threw it at Rundas' head.
"BULLSEYE!" Elania fist pumped the air. Rundas glared at her while picking up a pillow and smashing it — very lightly, of course — in his face. Laughing, Rundas dropped the pillow and ran to the dining room.
"HEY, YOU! GET BACK HERE!" Elania shouted, her tone laced with much amusement. She picked up a pillow then ran into the dining room and scanned the seats, looking for Rundas. When she saw him talking with Pixie, Elania quietly ran to him and hit his head.
"OWWW!" Rundas rubbed his head. Looking up, he saw Elania glaring at him.
"That was for smashing that pillow in my face," she snapped. Rundas rolled his eyes.
"That smash to the face was for the hit in the head."
"Do I look like I care?"
"Very much."
"I don't, idiot."
"Oh well. It was a close guess, though."
"Hah, as if."
~~~
This is le video Mooneh got btw:
Very impressive cat o_o
And here are le images:
https://www.google.com/search?q=cut...gYPSAhUMP48KHSu6CgoQ_AUIBygB&biw=1024&bih=653
"Um, what's going on, Shielo?" Strike asked, he was confused and wanted to know why Shielo looked so panicked. Shielo took a deep breath as she sat on Strike's bed.
"Well, um, you see..." Shielo looked around, seemingly avoiding Strike's gaze. "Woah, you have cool art of Imagine Dragons."
"Thanks, but why did you run here, bang on my door, and then after I opened it, run in and lock the door?" Strike asked.
"Hey, what's the name of that guy? He's cute," Shielo pointed at Dan Reynolds, the lead vocalist of Imagine Dragons. She didn't actually find the guy cute, she was just using it as an excuse not to answer the question.
"Look up Imagine Dragons members and you'll see. Now answer the question," Strike looked at Shielo worriedly. What was she hiding from him?
"Fine, fine. Okay, so I may or may not have written a pretty bad oneshot of Pixie and Wolfie, and Pixie may or may not be after me to kill me. Yeah... if I don't get out of this alive, goodbye Strike, and good luck," Shielo grinned sheepishly while Strike simply looked at her and facepalmed.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"How serious?"
"About 1% serious, why?"
"You're sure Pixie's after you?"
"No."
"Then why are you here?"
"I like the softness of your bed?"
Strike looked at Shielo, then burst out laughing, Shielo doing the same thing. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Shielo looked around again. She noticed a can of soda standing next to some paper on Strike's desk. Walking to it, she took a look at the notes on the paper at the very top of the pile.
She couldn't properly read what it said because of Strike's messy handwriting, but she could make out two words:
"like her".
Shielo blinked. Nope, it still said that. She rubbed her eyes. It was still there. Shielo thought about it, maybe Strike was just comparing her to someone? Yeah, that was probably it. But was this person good or bad? What if she was—
"Hey," Strike interrupted Shielo's train of thought. Shielo smiled at him. "What is it?"
"Has anyone ever told you how—"
***
Typi sat on the couch, claiming a spot near Ray, just to eavesdrop on his conversations with the random people who came up to him to talk. Although most topics were about Ray's embarrassing moments witnessed so far, Ray didn't seem to mind. At first, Ray blushed a deep red, but he recovered pretty smoothly a while later, and simply continued talking to the person he was talking to.
Typi tilted her head in confusion at Ray's attitude. Why wasn't he embarassed anymore? Accidentally kissing someone who was the same gender as you when you aren't homosexual sounded pretty embarassing to Typi.
Someone wondered this exact thought too, saving Typi her breath. Typi leaned in a bit to hear what Ray and Laura (the person who was wondering) were saying, but looked at the TV so they wouldn't suspect anything.
"Why don't you look even a bit embarassed? I mean, all I've been talking to you about is how you kissed a guy who's the same gender as you, even though you're straight," Laura questioned Ray. Ray simply shrugged as he took a sip of the can of Sprite he'd taken from the fridge.
"Well yes, it is embarassing, but it's not like I can pick up a pen and paper and rewrite the past. It's already happened, and I can't do anything about it. So, I might as well move on," Ray said. Laura thought it over, slowly nodding her head in assent (agreement).
"I guess you're right," Laura mumbled. "Anyway, I'm gonna go now. See ya later, most-awkward-person-of-the-century." Laura grinned and waved. Typi chuckled, while a tinge of red-ish pink emerged on Ray's cheeks, but he smiled it off and waved anyway.
"You're an inspirational person, Ray," Typi said as she stopped chuckling, engendering (causing) Ray to look at her. He looked a bit flustered at the compliment.
"Surely, I'm not actually..." Ray trailed off. He looked like he was thinking about why Typi said what she said. "There's isn't any proof you can use to support that."
"Actually yes, I do. What you said to Laura just now was actually, in my opinion, pretty inspiring. I have no idea why I consider that inspiring, but I do, so you'll just have to deal with it," Typi smiled. Ray laughed.
"Sounds okay to me."
***
Rouge was in Mooney's room, discussing how cute cats were with Mooney, when Manwee opened the door and walked in.
'Jeez, where're this guy's manners? Ooh, I bet they ran away cause his rudeness was too unbearable,' Rouge giggled at that thought, obtaining stares from Mooney and Manwee.
"Sorry, was thinking about something funny," Rouge shrugged.
"I bet it was the dirty kind of funny," Manwee rolled his eyes, earning a glare from Rouge.
"Actually, it was an insult. To you," Rouge retorted. Manwee glared at Rouge, as if to say, "How dare you?!" but was interrupted by Mooney.
"All right, all right, calm down you two. Let's be honest Manwoo, Rouge was probably just joking around." Mooney cut in. Manwee huffed, but didn't say anything. Rouge simply nodded.
"So, why are you here?" Mooney asked, looking at Manwee. Manwee shrugged.
"I was just bored, so I decided to pay you a visit. Although, I didn't expect Rouge to be here." Manwee sat down on the swivel chair Mooney had been spinning around on a few minutes before Rouge came, which was about an hour ago.
"Okay then. So, now what?" Rouge said. Manwee shrugged. Mooney walked to the laptop on the desk and turned it on, quickly typing in her password while blocking view of the laptop. After that, she opened up Google and searched, "cute cats playing soccer".
Mooney didn't know why she decided to search that, but since Rouge and her liked cats and Manwee liked soccer, why not?
She called Rouge over to look at a video she had chosen which was a video of a cat being a goalie. Surprisingly, the cat in the video was actually a good goalie.
"That cat's been trained well," Manwee said at the end of the 28 second long video. Mooney nodded.
"Plus it's so cute," Mooney sighed. "Why can't I have it?!" Rouge took the chance to grab the mouse and click the back button. Then, she clicked on the "Images" section. Her mouth opened wide in awe.
"Oh my God, I swear these cats are so effing cute," Rouge mumbled as she scrolled through millions of pictures of cats with a soccer ball. Mooney stared at the pictures too, muttering something about wanting to own all of them. Manwee rolled his eyes, but looked too just cause there were soccer balls.
There were tons of cute pictures, but it soon ended, being replaced by pictures of actual human soccer players. This, of course, caught Manwee's attention, but Mooney closed the tab before he got to check any of them for French soccer players.
Mooney tapped the desk, thinking of what to search, when Manwee grabbed the mouse and searched for some French rapper or something. He asked for earphones or headphones, which Mooney gladly gave him, since she wasn't in the mood to listen to French rap.
"So, now what?" Rouge asked for the second time that hour.
"Well... Where'd you get that girl to send you all that pizza from? Seriously, my mouth watered at the sight of all that pizza." Mooney thought back to the other day, at the elimination process, and that girl she'd seen who'd given Rouge pizza and money. "I mean, 5 boxes of pizza? Wow bro, wow. You should've shared some with me!" Mooney pushed Rouge slightly, pouting in a cute way.
Rouge chuckled. "I did share, just not with you because you never asked for any," Rouge smiled cheekily. Mooney grunted in irritation. Rouge was right, she didn't ask for any pizza, at all. Mooney didn't know why really, she just didn't.
"Well, you could've offered me some!" Mooney huffed. Rouge laughed, clearly amused.
"Well I'm sorry, but everyone was trying to get a piece... Well, not everyone, but those who did got, like, two pieces, leaving me with only one box. Ugh. Why must people steal my pizza of all people's pizza?!" Rouge exclaimed. Mooney shrugged.
"Because you're the only one with pizza?"
"Good point."
***
Rundas, Elania, Pixie and Wolfie were talking about some really random stuff, although Wolfie was being logical and not getting a joke Elania just said when Sara, one of the maids, called them to dinner. Pixie and Wolfie got up and talked as they walked to the dining room. Rundas reluctantly got up, but just as he did, Elania grabbed a pillow from the couch, and threw it at Rundas' head.
"BULLSEYE!" Elania fist pumped the air. Rundas glared at her while picking up a pillow and smashing it — very lightly, of course — in his face. Laughing, Rundas dropped the pillow and ran to the dining room.
"HEY, YOU! GET BACK HERE!" Elania shouted, her tone laced with much amusement. She picked up a pillow then ran into the dining room and scanned the seats, looking for Rundas. When she saw him talking with Pixie, Elania quietly ran to him and hit his head.
"OWWW!" Rundas rubbed his head. Looking up, he saw Elania glaring at him.
"That was for smashing that pillow in my face," she snapped. Rundas rolled his eyes.
"That smash to the face was for the hit in the head."
"Do I look like I care?"
"Very much."
"I don't, idiot."
"Oh well. It was a close guess, though."
"Hah, as if."
~~~
This is le video Mooneh got btw:
Very impressive cat o_o
And here are le images:
https://www.google.com/search?q=cut...gYPSAhUMP48KHSu6CgoQ_AUIBygB&biw=1024&bih=653
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