The Jedi Outcast. (V11.0)

hey Leia. good movie?

Yeah, I'm not having mu ch fun either bro. There's only so many things you can do with a yoyo

 

we need to do something

 

any suggestions? I'm a blank.

 

me too

 

Blow **** up. Join me in my glorious jihad against walls.

*hucks a hammer tied to a brick of C4 at the wall*

*watches it go boom*





»Who dares wins«

 

*watches explosion*

uh ... yeah ... i'll pass.

 

*gets home from rehearsal, fights with aol, finally gets on line, comes in. Sees bar.*

Dag nabit, Jon! It was a forties bar! It was not automated!

*waves hands, whispers 'Guy Lombardo', old artdeco bar comes back.*

* @ Jon.*

Now you and your explosives just stay outa my way, Amigo. I have some work to do.

*Stands in the middle of the room, opens arms, palms up*

By Century 21, By Remax, By Coldwell Bankers....With the power of Bob Vila, Norm Abram and George Thomas, I command this place be 'DAMAGE REPELLANT'!

CRASH!!! BANG!!! KABOOOOOOOM!!!!!

*thread quivers, then settles, Sel dusts her hands off*

There! That should keep it for a couple of 10K.

 

*sits at bar* but is it fire proof?

 

Damage repellant!?!?



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Walks into library, firing last .45-ACP round at rafters.) (Sulks, and reads up on Communism.)

(Remembers he outranks Sel.) (Sticks to reading.) Damn damage-proofing. <_<

 

Of course it is, Mark! Fire causes damage, doesn't it? Well, me bucko, not here!

Jon, Jeff, I did this to the last one, too. Every time you broke something, it fixed itself - but not in your eyes.

Take your mayhem out to the range or to the explosives testing ground. It's waaaaaay out there beyond the main patio and the pool.

 

anyone want to swim?

 

Sel: I just left the indoor range, madam.

 

*dives into pool* one step ahead of you

 

Yes, Jeff, I realize that. The one beyond the pool is for cannonades and tanks and such.

 

*drags in all her stuff from the last thread*

Hey Sel! Is the room next to yours still mine?

Hi everyone! *hugs to all*

 

*jumps into pool*

Hey Sel you still my editor

 

*goes back to the firing range*

*starts picking off targets with an SA80-A2*

*rifle jams after firing three rounds*

Dammit!!!!!!







»Who dares wins«

 

It's saved just for you, Nat.

Yes, Sam, I am.

*runs upstairs, changes to swimming suit, runs back, dives into pool, surfaces at other end.*

 

cool

could you be my editor for my other stories


Are you or were you ever a English teacher

 

*grins*

Thanks Sel!

*drags all her stuff upstairs and down to the room next to the corner one, quickly sets up the essentials and leaves the details to be done later. Goes back down stairs and finds the firing range. Watches Jon and hands him a new gun to try.*

 

One at a time, please, Sam. I've got my own writing to do plus the music schtick.

I'm not a teacher anymore, and when I was, I taught vocal music. But I've had several teachers in both HS and college try to get me to go into journalism. I have an excellent grasp of vocabulary, syntax and grammer.

*ducks under water, swims to other side.*

 

well later is what i meant another time when im done with my current one

 

Thanks, Nat.

*drinks a whole bottle of Knappogue*

*goes back out to the range*





»Who dares wins«

 

*swims around*

 

Sure thing Jon

*sees Jon down the drink and considers it wise to return to her room for a suimsuit and join the others in the safety of the pool . Dives in and then surfaces.*

It is so nice to go off the diving board and not here 20+ kids chanting "Bellyflop!!! Bellyflop!!!"