[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Vera: You know vhat?

Alan: Oh no, you got that look in your eye!

Vera: Come on, you know you vant to.

Alan: ** Puts on a red wig ** You're a louse, Vera Rondstandt.

Vera: Vunny, I um uze to uman vomen calling ve dat! ** Wraps her whip around Alan ** Come vere, you vittle girl.

Alan: Oh baby, oh baby... yatta, yatta, yatta... ** Rolls his eyes and grabs on to Vera ** Take me now.

Vera: ** shows him the whip ** You var ruining za mood. Come vere you zilly android.

Tony, did you forget your medication today?

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Originally posted by Wingnut Tony, did you forget your medication today?

*runs up to tony pushing Wingnut aside*

GIVE HIM SOME ROOM!!! O____o

*takes out a bottle and dumps a handfull of pills into tony's mouth*

There ya go

...hmm...definately a crazy story...I just hope Dorothy doesn't know about Tony's, er...imagination (hehe)

The shop doorbell jingled. Angel looked up from the catalog on the counter, past the racks of jackets and helmets, to the tall figure framed in the door. He pulled off his helmet, and she saw the mustache, the eye patch, and the strip of white hair haloing his head.

“Norman Burg,” she murmured. Of course. He rides a motorcycle as well.

He saw her as he stepped to the counter, and inclined his head fractionally. “Miss Jenkins.” The tone of his voice added …if you are calling yourself that today.

She smiled winningly. “Mr. Burg, what a pleasant surprise. Do you come here often?”

His mustache twitched. “I am picking up some parts. And you?”

“My engine misfires at high speed. I’ve replaced the plugs, but it’s still acting up. Jack’s checking the magneto.”

“Indeed? You have a four-cylinder V, don’t you?” He stepped around the counter and pushed into the workshop. Angel followed.

Jack looked up from beside Angel’s motorcycle. His dark blue overalls gave away his youth, despite the fact that they’d been washed multiple times. When he saw Angel, he automatically rose, sucking in his stomach and flashing her a grin meant to be roguish.

“Good afternoon, Jack. I understand this lady’s motorcycle isn’t firing on all four.” He knelt down beside Jack, who squatted beside him. “I’ve had some experience with electrical problems,” he continued, running his fingers lightly over the wires from the magneto to the plugs, “and it may well be – ah, there’s the fault!”

He twisted the ignition wire to show the cracked insulation. “A new set of wires should do it.”

“How long will it take to fix?” asked Angel.

“I’ll need to make up a set,” said Jack. “It should be done, say, tomorrow morning.”

Angel nodded, and Jack continued, “I suppose you’re here for your parts, Norman.”

“Yes,” he said, “and if you like, miss, I can give you a lift.”

She smiled again, dimpling. “Thank you, I would.”

It had been a long time since she’d been a passenger on someone’s motorcycle. Riding in Norman Burg’s sidecar was like flying next to the ground. Angel felt freed of both responsibility and control. It was a heady mixture.

He stopped at the grey concrete apartment that she called home.

“Thank you again, Mr. Burg,” she said as she climbed out of the sidecar.

“It was my pleasure, Miss Jenkins,” he replied.

She said, “You can call me Angel,” but he had already shifted into gear and pulled from the curve. She waved briefly as he rode away.

That was really nice, Auntie Pyg. Just one of those things that happens around Paradigm City - and Norman pulling away before she dives into the 'Call me Angel' bit is a beautiful subtle move.

I dig it, Pygmalion. I really like your writing style. I hope you take the time and write more.

Kudos and a high five!

You know Pygmalion, I love the way you insert what you know into your stories. Just enough without getting too technical. And you know that Norman is going to know this stuff.
Motorcycle riders know their machines. They are intimate with them because they ar so close to them( sorry car guys, the engine in a car is not sitting between your legs!).

More , more!

Madrona

Nice piece, Karen. A good job capturing the mood.

"Stop the car, Rodger," Dorothy said softly. Rodger glanced at her quickly before pulling over to the side of the road. Dorothy was peering out the window.

They were a couple of miles outside the domes and nothing surrounded them but dirt and rock.

"What is it, Dorothy?" Rodger asked as Dorothy got out the car. Dorothy remained silent, walking towards an unseen target. "Dorothy!" Rodger called to her, jogging to catch up to her. "Dor--."

"Rodger, look," she stopped, bending down. Upon standing, Dorothy turned towards Rodger, holding a custard weed in her hand.

She blinked.

"Roger, it's a flower."


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I know it's not much and I'm not exactly sure how many flowers grow in Paradigm, but let's pretend that none do and the domes are surrounded by dirt...I can't remember if they actually are and remember, I haven't seem much of this show.

Don't ask me why I wrote it, it just happened.

BTW, I like your scene, Adrenaline.

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It was a bone chilling cold day. It looked as if it were going to snow. Dorothy was sweeping the terrace floor. Norman had just walked back inside the penthouse after a failed attempt to persuade her to take a much deserved break.

She gently hummed a tune while diligently sweeping underneath the brick archway. The melody was sweet. The name of it was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t remember it.

Out of the sudden, she looked up and saw of what seemed to be a ray of sunlight. As if it was out of instinct, she closed her eyes and sung:

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

She opened her eyes only to find that the beam of sunlight was gone. As though nothing had happened, she continued on her chore until Norman successfully pleaded her to stop moments later.

Very nice Tony...very nice indeed. I love the way yours ends too...as if nothing ever happened.

That's nice.

Nice job, Adrenaline and Tony! It's great to see this thread active again.

Pygmalion

Roger: Big O, Showti--
RogersGirl: Roger?
Roger: Hi RogersGirl. Wannna go for a ride the Gryhpon?
RogersGirl: How about go for a ride on your bed?
Roger: Uhh heh, heh.
*Roger and RogersGirl Kissed*
Angel: ROGER!
Roger: Angel, I can explain...
Angel: Explain this.
*Punches Roger *

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Originally posted by RogersGirl Roger: Big O, Showti-- RogersGirl: Roger? Roger: Hi RogersGirl. Wannna go for a ride the Gryhpon? RogersGirl: How about go for a ride on your bed? Roger: Uhh heh, heh. *Roger and RogersGirl Kissed* Angel: ROGER! Roger: Angel, I can explain... Angel: Explain this. *Punches Roger *

Cool scene RogersGirl!

Me Next!

*smith mansion talking to angel*

Darkangel:...so as I was saying about the color pink,It's an excellent--
Angel: hold that thought Dark...I hear some one coming...It's him...
*footsteps approch*
Darkangel: Roger?
Angel: yep...I've got a plan...let's tackle him!
Darkangel: ok!
*footsteps stop & turns the doorknob*
Angel: on three...one...two...THREE!
*both tackle dorothy*
Angel: we've got you now,ro-- dorothy?
Dorothy: um...hello.
Darkangel: what are you doing here?
Angel: Where's roger?
Dorothy: 1. I was going to the piano to play a song. & 2. roger went to work to negotiate w/ a client.
Darkangel: oh...
Angel: we'll wait...

Thank You, darkangel.

Roger lay in his bed, face down. He knew what time it was: 8 am. He could imagine the light flitering in through his window. He imagined trees rustling in the wind.

On this type of day, Roger knew people would be sleeping, their breaths passing softly, quietly through their lips; in and out, in and out. If there were birds that inhabited the trees, they would be chirping away, filling the empty air with their wonderful songs. Yet, there wasn't any chirping.

And there certainly wasn't any sleeping.

Roger angrily sat up, tossing aside his covers as he reached for his robe. Slinging it onto his body quickly, he rushed out his room, growling under his breath.

"Dorothy!"

Dorothy looked up from her piano chair, never pausing in her music.

"Good morning, Roger."

Ooooh. Drabbles. *rubs hands together eagerly* I present to you: a missing scene from Twisted Memories. For the record, I don't really know where this came from. I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

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Beck imagined the view before him as a kind of tumultuous blackness, though it wasn't the dark that moved at all with every jolt and bump: only his body. He couldn't say he appreciated the blindness, the handcuffs, the whole overdramatic shebang, but he decided not to complain about it again after the first time he felt the cool muzzle of a gun pressed glibly to his temple. Mindless cooperation wasn't quite his style anyway, naturally, but he had to admit it was at least a step up from the tedium of prison.

They'd been driving for some time. Him and that weird guy. After several minutes more his right leg began to shake in place, alive with nervous energy. His driver said nothing.

It was starting to get under his skin.

"So, where're we headed, anyway? The big boss want something with me? I hope you know I'm probably not gonna be interested... Self-employed."

"Shh," came the reply, and Beck's keen ears picked up on the soft crinkle of fabric. He saw Alan Gabriel hold his finger to red lips in his mind's eye so vividly that he didn't even need eyes to know.

Disturbed dignity commanded that he snap a retort, but Alan Gabriel had a gun and he probably knew how to use it. Any way you looked at it, it was hard to miss when you were this close. Too close. Much too close.

His wrists chafed against the cuffs behind him. He could only wonder how red they would be by the end.

"I hope you'll find our terms acceptable."

The car stopped. Driver door opened. Back door, driver's side. Then straight across. Everywhere but here.

"And what might those be--"

There was a gun in his mouth. There was a gun. In his mouth. It withdrew slowly, and Alan Gabriel twittered from the seat directly behind him.

"Do something for me, won't you?"

"Like hell!" Beck exploded. He made to lunge for the open driver's side, but the shock of a metal hand clenching around his throat and pulling him back hard against the headrest was enough to still him. Gabriel adopted his most charming tone, and he heard a tiny click.

"Don't worry. The safety's on," he offered. Somewhere inside Beck knew it was one he couldn't refuse.

So he squeezed his eyes shut tight underneath the blindfold, feeling too acutely the luger's chill without ever touching it, tongue probing hesitantly out just long enough to drag along the length of the barrel while Gabriel giggled and cooed in his ear. When he was done, he recoiled back hard against the seat and turned his head away, thoroughly disgusted.

Alan Gabriel disappeared. Doors shut. A weight settled in the seat beside him, and the car started anew.

"It'll still be a while."

Too-perfect teeth closed around his left earlobe, tugging lightly on his earring.

Beck tore away with a knee-jerk, visceral, outraged snarl. The gun pressed like ice through the blindfold. The car began to move.

"The safety's off," Gabriel said.

~fin

Xel... you make me sad. But in a happy kind of way.

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The black and gray clouds hung precariously over the skies of Paradigm. Alex Rosewater stood, hands folded behind his back, at the enormous window that provided a looking point across the entire city. He smiled.

"It's an excellent night, isn't it, Alan?" The cyborg nodded vigorously, that accursedly annoying smirk still on his face, only turning to Alex for a minute before resuming stabbing random things in the room. Alex flinched as Alan drove his drill hand into a priceless painting; it only being priceless, of course, because Alex said it was, but it was the principle that bothered him.

"It sure is..." Alan responded. The president's brows hardened as he recalled past events. Big Fau, refusing to obey him. The black megadeus and it's stupid Dominus, Roger Smith. They both refused to bow down to him, to recognize his might and power! He deserved to be in control! He deserved to rule! He... took a deep breath.

Alex knew that he needed to stay calm for his plans to come to fruition. Of course, there was always the hope that the imcompetence of that idiotic cyborg Alan wouldn't ruin his plans as well.

But this... Alex had accounted for every possibility. He had a contingency plan for every scenario. He had detailed layouts for every action he would take. He knew every choice the negotiator could make, he had protected every opportunity that Alan could concievably have to screw things up. His plan would be a total success this time; that, at the very least, was assured.

Alan strolled over behind Alex, folding his arms behind his back as well. Under the shadows of his hat, the cyborg cast a sideways glance at the face of the President of Paradigm, who was staring in a focused, steely manner at the seemingly stormy skies covering the horizon.

A smug grin spread across his lips, the artificial light playing off the bright red as he spoke.

"So, uh, what're we going to do tonight, Alex?"

"The same thing we do every night, Alan. Try to take over the world!"

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Originally posted by Big Finale Xel... you make me sad. But in a happy kind of way. ---- The black and gray clouds hung precariously over the skies of Paradigm. Alex Rosewater stood, hands folded behind his back, at the enormous window that provided a looking point across the entire city. He smiled. "It's an excellent night, isn't it, Alan?" The cyborg nodded vigorously, that accursedly annoying smirk still on his face, only turning to Alex for a minute before resuming stabbing random things in the room. Alex flinched as Alan drove his drill hand into a priceless painting; it only being priceless, of course, because Alex said it was, but it was the principle that bothered him. "It sure is..." Alan responded. The president's brows hardened as he recalled past events. Big Fau, refusing to obey him. The black megadeus and it's stupid Dominus, Roger Smith. They both refused to bow down to him, to recognize his might and power! He deserved to be in control! He deserved to rule! He... took a deep breath. Alex knew that he needed to stay calm for his plans to come to fruition. Of course, there was always the hope that the imcompetence of that idiotic cyborg Alan wouldn't ruin his plans as well. But this... Alex had accounted for every possibility. He had a contingency plan for every scenario. He had detailed layouts for every action he would take. He knew every choice the negotiator could make, he had protected every opportunity that Alan could concievably have to screw things up. His plan would be a total success this time; that, at the very least, was assured. Alan strolled over behind Alex, folding his arms behind his back as well. Under the shadows of his hat, the cyborg cast a sideways glance at the face of the President of Paradigm, who was staring in a focused, steely manner at the seemingly stormy skies covering the horizon. A smug grin spread across his lips, the artificial light playing off the bright red as he spoke. "So, uh, what're we going to do tonight, Alex?" "The same thing we do every night, Alan. Try to take over the world!"

I would guess this is shortly before Alex gives Alan the booby-trapped Big Duo.

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"The same thing we do every night, Alan. Try to take over the world!"

I think that might be the single greatest thing I've heard all week.
*Gives Big Finale thumbs up* Great scene.

And Xel...why must you torture me so?