get some conversation going on the HT.

[silverwhisper]

i daresay it's cuz everybody's back in school. :>

btw, check your gmail. :>

ed

 

[bisexplicit]

i daresay it's cuz everybody's back in school. :>

btw, check your gmail. :>

ed

Damnit. I'm back at school, and I'm still on lit - why can't everyone else be? Hmmm?

Did work busyness calm down?

And, kay, I'll check my mail.

 

[silverwhisper]

sorta yeah, sorta no. it's a harder question to answer than you might think. :>

ed

 

[bisexplicit]

sorta yeah, sorta no. it's a harder question to answer than you might think. :>

ed

haha, Thats why my plan is to never actually work...Actually working is way too complicated.

 

[silverwhisper]

so...you're just looking for a sugar daddy?

[ducks]

ed

 

[bisexplicit]

so...you're just looking for a sugar daddy?

[ducks]

ed

hahahaha. You deserve a trout smacking for that one.

And no, I plan on winning the lottery. hehe. Seriously, I actually just want to find a job that doesn't feel as much like work as it does like something enjoyable.

 

[silverwhisper]

yeah? well, who's gonna give it to me?

[realizes what he's just said]

[tries to hide]

doh!

ed

 

[bisexplicit]

yeah? well, who's gonna give it to me?

[realizes what he's just said]

[tries to hide]

doh!

ed

You barely see whats coming, a flash of silver, a woosh through the air - and then a sharp pain on your cheek.



You've just been trout-smacked.

 

[silverwhisper]

silverwhisper flies back in slow-motion, pinwheeling from the force of bi's trout-smack over the table behind him and falls finally to the floor where he throws himself into a forward roll and comes up, a trout in either hand. he stands slowly and turns to gaze at bi. a gust of wind blows through the empty bar and silverwhisper's duster billows out dramatically behind him.

he springs forward, leaping off from the table to deliver a mighty double trout-smack...

but fails to take into account the ceiling fan.

before losing consciousness, he gasps, "i'm having one of those months..."



ed

 

[bisexplicit]

Later, waking up in the hospital emergency room, silverwhisper is bewildered.

A doctor is attempting to explain to him what has occurred, while simlatenously a lawyer is drawing up a proposal to sue the ceiling fan company, and a policeman is questioning where he obtained that rare species of trout - and if he knew why there was cocaine in its stomach.

But, silverwhisper ignores them all, as he plots his revenge...

*cue dramatic music*

 

[Guest]

 

[Quoll]

Quoll, sitting quietly on the grassy knoll, watching EJ through binoculars, sees him discretely brush white powder from his hands.

 

[silverwhisper]

it's 2:04 am. the streetlights spill a sickly yellow light on the asphalt below. silverwhisper stares at the sight outside the hospital window without really seeing it. "how did she plant those 2 keys of coke in the trout," he fumes silently. the grilling from the cops was over quickly, thanks to a an offer to teach them advanced trout-smacking techniques and a cut of the sale. the lawsuit was appealing, but ultimately, it wasn't the ceiling fan's fault.

it was bi's. and she was gonna pay.

how did she do it? finally, an epiphany strikes. without any wasted motion, he pulls out his phone and dials a number. "yes, acme company? i'd like to place an order for overnight delivery..."

ed

 

[bisexplicit]

bi knew it wouldn't be long until silverwhisper would regain conciousness, and that he would be looking for her. His revenge would involve many trouts, and much smacking, and that was not something bi planned to stick around for. But where on earth could she hide?

bi knows she must find someone to help conceal her...

 

[Guest]

 

[bisexplicit]

bi, having actually been taking out a hit on silverwhisper for EJ (which also was a coke run), decided to seek his advice.

Unbeknownst to her, scalywag, silverwhisper's spy and trusty companion, was watching her every move.

 

[silverwhisper]

silverwhisper methodically assembles his sibling detector. "bi is gonna get the mother of all wedgies when i'm done with her," he mutters grimly. he looks around the dark warehouse at the other crates, one of which vibrates slightly. a haughty smile plays across his half-lit face.

ed

 

[silverwhisper]

scalywag's phone rings, shattering the silence of the night with his gwen stefani ringtone. "yeah?"

"where is she," silverwhisper demands.

"EJ's."

"hm...thanks."

scalywag hangs up and dials another number. "yeah, he's still in the dark. no, not literally. i was being all metaphorical, ya putz."

a shadowy figure hangs up on the other end of the conversation and steeples his (her?) fingers while sitting back in a ridiculously overstuffed deskchair. a thin smile can be seen as moonlight sneaks in through the blinds and falls across lower half of the figure's face.

ed

 

[EJFan]

And no, I plan on winning the lottery.

this belongs in the redneck thread

 

[EJFan]

silverwhisper flies back in slow-motion, pinwheeling from the force of bi's trout-smack over the table behind him and falls finally to the floor where he throws himself into a forward roll and comes up, a trout in either hand. he stands slowly and turns to gaze at bi. a gust of wind blows through the empty bar and silverwhisper's duster billows out dramatically behind him.

he springs forward, leaping off from the table to deliver a mighty double trout-smack...

but fails to take into account the ceiling fan.

before losing consciousness, he gasps, "i'm having one of those months..."



ed

you plagerized this... i'm sure i saw this in "kill gill: vol 2"

 

[EJFan]

Quoll, sitting quietly on the grassy knoll, watching EJ through binoculars, sees him discretely brush white powder from his hands.

christ. a few posts in erika's baking thread from back when should clearly indicate that the product in question was baking powder. now look waht you've started.

and, btw bi... thanks for the fantastic visit. ohlala.

 

[Guest]

 

[silverwhisper]

[EJ: kill gill...bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!]

you know, it would probably be a better use of my time to work on beth, chapter 2, wouldn't it?

ed

 

[EJFan]

EJ slowly sips from his coffee mug and rubs his chin... pondering two of life's greatest mysteries. first, he wonders, how did he become a sub-plot in this twisted tale... second, exactly why is it that he feels compelled to speak of himself in stage directions and thought bubbles, each taking the third person perspective?

puzzled about these grand enigmas, EJ returns to his coffee and explores other, more sane areas of lit.

 

[silverwhisper]

[silverwhisper quietly clubs EJ w/ a trout]

"quietly man, they'll hear you," he whispers.

groaning, EJ asks, "who? who will hear me?"

"you really shouldn't ask that question," silverwhisper sighs as he clubs EJ again.

[/surreality]



ed