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Post by Molly on Oct 19, 2008 17:33:25 GMT -5
This is the first of many parts... ***
Brit was lying on the cold, damp stone floor of the cell he had been in for 5 days straight, although it seemed like an eternity. He hadn’t seen the light of the sun or the moon since then, neither had he eaten a decent meal nor seen Meat, his true love. He laid there, staring at the wet, mouldy walls of his prison, counting the number of bricks for about the thousandth time. There were 257 bricks of stone in total, the total surface area of all four walls being 1017 leaving out a space for about 11 bricks worth where the solid steel door was bolted shut. Suddenly, the floor began to shake beneath him. What was happening? The steel door swung open and not a single guard was in site. This was his chance. He ran outside into the blinding sunlight. It was then that he heard it, the music, the live rock and roll music. He smiled to himself as he realised that Galileo and Scaramouche must have done it. They had succeeded! “Yes!” He looked around for any ideas of where to go and he saw it, a giant bronze statue of the leading freedom fighter. Almost instantly he ran in the direction he was pointed, towards Wembley, the place of Champions. As he approached the old arena he slowed, climbing up the small hill before it. He walked up it and as he came over the top, he saw it, the guitar, in the hands of Scaramouche. He looked worried, where was Meat? Scanning the people he saw, he couldn’t see her in the crowd. Had the Secret Police killed her? He looked more carefully a second time, she wasn’t there! He ran down the hill towards the old arena and almost tripped over his own feet as he went. Carefully he approached the gates, hiding behind bits of rubble on his way. He stopped dead, he heard her distinctly norther accent, but where was it coming from? He couldn’t see her anywhere. Cautiously he looked around, spotting her sitting against a pile of rubble on the floor next to the gates! He watched as she drunk and a strange old man went up to her. “Mind if I sit down, babe?” Meat shook her head and felt him sit down behind her. Brit watched as the old dude sat behind her. She looked sad, angry, worn out and annoyed. “Sorry if I push the bone” he said, laughing. The normal Meat, the Meat he knew, would have been disgusted by this. Brit saw this as his chance. “Oi, that’s my job!” He said as he stepped out from behind the pile of rubble. Meat looked up and a shocked impression took to her face as Brit started walking, almost running towards her. Everyone that had been talking stopped. Some looked shocked, others grinned widely. Meat just sat there, as he got closer, he couldn’t believe this was happening. She was alive! They both were! He couldn’t take it any more and he started running, the second his arms wrapped around her he lifted her off the ground and span her round in a tight embrace and kissed her lovingly. "I told you I'd be back."
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 20, 2008 17:18:48 GMT -5
Cool!
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Post by Molly on Oct 24, 2008 18:30:38 GMT -5
Thanks! =D Here's the next bit! *** One Month Later… Brit, Meat, Galileo and Scaramouche were all in the main living area at the Heart Break Hotel talking together and having a good time when Meat accidentally called Scaramouche Chick, knowing full well how much it annoyed her. “Oi, chick?” This of course got the ladies in the room into a fearsome argument in a matter of seconds. Galileo and Brit looked at each other and sighed, “Don’t call her chick! For the love of God don’t call her chick” they would mutter to themselves as they watched their babes fighting in front of them. Neither one of them could deny that it was always a good watch. Sometimes they would even place secret bets on them to win magazines, money, or pieces of junk that were suitable to make music with. They would bet on things like how long it would take for a fight to break out, how long it would last, who would win, who would come out with the best insult, the list went on and on. However this time the fight didn’t really get anywhere because Meat spotted Madonna in the distance with coffee in her hand. “Oi! Mads’ has coffee!!!” she yelled as she ran over to get some off her. Unlike most bohemians, Meat had a strange addiction to coffee, if you didn’t let her have coffee at least 3 times a day then boy would you know about it. Unfortunately for Gazza, Meat managed to pass her addiction on to Scaramouche who had recently become the second addict in the group. Sure enough, the second Gazza and Brit turned back around, Scaramouche had run off after Mads’ and Meat attempting to get coffee to deal with her addiction. Brit and Gazza sat on the couch talking while their babes were running all over the place after receiving their coffee highs. “So Gazza how’s things?” Brit asked searching for some form of conversation to keep him from watching the two ladies running around all over the place making complete fools of themselves. “Things are good. Still getting driven mad by my dreams but at least I know what they are now” Galileo sighed in response as he diverted his eyes from Scaramouche who was now lying in a heap on the floor laughing her head off. “That’s good,” they both agreed before two very hyper bohemians, namely Scaramouche and Meat, confronted them. Meat bounced about the room in front of them, unable to control her hyper mannerisms. “Calm down babes” Brit said to her getting a little worried that she would do something to hurt herself. Just as he said that, he noticed that Scaramouche had now joined in the hyper bouncing about the room. Galileo turned to Brit looking helpless, “I think I prefer it when she’s sarcastic” he said and Brit agreed readily. Unfortunately Scaramouche did not take to kindly to this comment and her face changed from a look of hyperactivity to one of anger immediately. Meat sat down on the couch next to Brit. “This should be fun,” she said. Out of curiosity, Brit shrugged and asked why. It was only then that he remembered, whenever Galileo and Scaramouche started arguing, it often got very serious very quickly, especially when coffee was involved. The 2 of them sat back, Meat in Brits arms, and watched the events unfold in front of them.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 24, 2008 18:37:28 GMT -5
lol! oh dear...poor Gazza hehe.
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Post by Molly on Oct 26, 2008 10:18:38 GMT -5
About 5 minutes later, Galileo walked over, “Phew! That’s one argument avoided.” He gasped as he collapsed on the couch next to them. As Scaramouche approached, he leapt up and ran off to get more coffee to keep her hyperactivity controlled before she had her low come down period again.
Finally, after about half an hour of coffee regeneration time, the four of them were just sitting about doing nothing. Meat was twirling the drumsticks that she had found in the junkyard, Scaramouche and Galileo were talking intently and Brit was sitting and thinking. Suddenly, Galileo burst out into song although it soon became apparent to Brit and Meat that he was singing to himself. “ wow owwo wo sweet child o mine, wo wo wo wo sweet love of mine” was all that he was able to get out before his mouth was covered by Brit.
It was painful to listen to, this was why Brit had covered his mouth, and Meat seemed to think it was a good idea too. “That was really good Gazza, no really it was!” Scaramouche tried to convince him. After a while Brit gave up and released his grip on Galileo’s mouth but Meat kept hers firmly in place.
“Gerroff!” Gazza yelled as Scaramouche pulled Meat off him, dragged her over to where Brit was now standing, and shoved a cup of coffee in her face. Gazza turned to Scaramouche and walked towards her in a slow but almost kind of seductive way, “Thanks babe”. Meat grabbed the cup of coffee and scurried into a corner of the room, “That’s all I wanted” she said as she began to gulp it down.
Brit sighed as he watched Meat down the coffee, “Come here you” he said as he sat down on the sunken arm chair in the corner. Meat sulkily walked over to Brit, ”What?” she asked as she stood in front of him, turning to make sure no one had taken any of the coffee every so often. He took the cup from her hand and pulled her onto his lap, “That’s what,” he said as he gently hugged her to him, “I love you babes”. Upon hearing this Meats face spread into a grin as she leant in to kiss him softly.
“Get a room!” Gazza yelled as he mocked Meat. “Eugh yeah! Get a room you two!” Scara joined in with Gazza as they mocked the couple. As Meat pulled away from their kiss, she smirked and pulled out her drumsticks, throwing one at Gazza as she did so. Suddenly Scara grabbed the other one from her hand and as she picked up the one from Gazza’s feet she threatened, “I’ll break ‘em in two! I swear to the God of rock I will!” Brit sighed and looked from Meat to Scara, “Calm down Scara” he said as he saw the look on Meats face turn to distraught due to the thought of her beloved sticks being broken in two. He noticed her mouth the word "no" but no sound came out. “Scara, drop the sticks” he pleaded with her but she was adamant. “Not until she says sorry” she said as she pointed at Meat.
Gazza had noticed the look on Meats face too and began to plead with Scara, “Please babes, drop the sticks” he said as Meat retaliated against the bribe offered, “Pfft…I’ll say sorry when and only when a GaGa kid manages to get down here.” She said as Scara threw a drumstick at her. ”Catch!” she yelled as the stick hit Meats shoulder. Meat rubbed her shoulder as she complained about the pain before Brit kissed it better. “Better?” he asked anxious to know if she was alright.
Gazza was standing between Scara and Meat who was sitting on Brit’s knee. As he looked from one girl to the other he noticed scowls on both of their faces, “What is up with you two? You’re usually the best of friends!” he sighed as he slouched against the wall. Scara gave a quick glance in the direction of Meat and then turned to Gazza, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it” she said as she slumped beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled as he felt Scara resting on him and asked her again what it was that was bothering her but to no prevail.
Brit looked at Meat scowling on his lap, “Meat baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as she turned to face him. “Nothing Brit, don’t you two worry your pretty little heads about it” she sighed as he tried to protest, “But baby…” When Meat heard this she almost snapped, yelling, “NOTHING is wrong Brit! Don’t worry!” as the scowl on her face grew. He considered asking her if she was sure but sensing that it wasn’t a good idea he decided against it and held his tongue as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before kissing her properly.
Scara was getting comfy on Gazza’s shoulder as the two of them were listening intently to what Meat and Brit were saying, but for different reasons. “Is baby Brits favourite word or something?” Gazza asked with a smile. “Why yes, yes I think it is” Scara replied with an equally silly smile. “’s just he seems to be calling everyone baby at the moment, he may even be calling me baby for all I know” he said trying very hard not to laugh out loud. “Yea I know, he must have taken too many hits to the head” she said as she cracked up laughing and he promptly joined in.
After a while they managed to control their laughter and noticed that Meat and Brit were still kissing on the chair in the corner of the room. “Ugh will you two stop that?!” Gazza groaned as he made a throwing up gesture. However, Meat, who had heard the comment Scara had made about Brit was not impressed. “Hey!” she half yelled, “No one says anything like that about Britney Spears!” Looking up, Scara tried to calm Meats mood, “Come on luv, it was just a joke, you know, ha ha ha ha!” By that time, Meats brain had picked up on the fact that Gazza had told Brit and her to stop kissing and so she made a snide remark in reply, “Oh Gazza, you’re just jealous because you’re not getting any” she smirked. Upon hearing this comment, Gazza looked up and around the room very quickly as he started to fidget intensely with his hands and his hair. Brit smiled when he heard Meat, “Nice come back babes” he said as he kissed her again.
Scara, however did not agree with this, “I swear to God Meat, one more and I’ll…I’ll…I’ll” she threatened. ”You’ll what? ‘s just payback for what you said ‘bout my guy” Meat said as she saw Brit smile out of the corner of her eye.
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