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Post by Alice Cullen on Apr 26, 2009 21:17:02 GMT -5
OOC / for Emmett. mud fight FTW. also I am in a very weird mood right now.
i wonder what it's like to be the rainmaker
i wonder what it's like to know that i made the rain
Rain. Perfect.
Okay, so it wasn't a thunderstorm, which kind of sucked - they hadn't played baseball in approximately forever, which was completely and totally unfortunate. Seriously. Her pitching gear was nearly rotting away in some shelf - okay, in a carefully selected shelf out of nearly a thousand - screaming for use. But now. Just rain, and lots of it, not even a single crack of lightning. Not that Alice was a particularly huge fan of lightning - anything that caused that damned sparkly skin to flare up again was excruciatingly annoying. But this was rain, not a downpour, not that drizzle crap - die hard, perfect rain. Perfect for a mud fight, that was. And Alice, for one, was completely, totally ready to douse her brother. Without hoses this time. Skill against skill alone - no rocks, no swords, and even if she was battling a giant, she would win.
"You're on, Emmett!" she shouted as she barreled down the staircase, a flash of black and white and red, sort of like a zebra reading a newspaper but much cooler. Because this zebra was actually a midget-sized vampire wearing a flowing red shirt - perhaps not the best choice form first glance, but Alice was experienced. Yes. These sleeves were perfect for tearing off, dousing in mud and smearing across the hulking victim's face. There was simply no other way. Even if Carlisle had managed to grab that fire hose, it could never beat pure silk awesomeness. Her jeans, too, flared at the bottom - not fashionable, but the better to smear you with, my dear. She had an advantage, really. There was no way Emmett was ever going to be caught dead in bell bottoms. Oh yeah, and she could sort of see the future. That was kind of a plus.
She waited impatiently at the front door while something barged around upstairs, probably knocking various fragile crap over. "Come on," she half-shouted before deciding that it wasn't really worth it and flinging open the blue door that had been replaced how many freaking times? Who knew. She turned a cartwheel on the wet dirt of the driveway, brushed her hand off on the jeans - they were so ruined even now, anyways, as if she ever wore anything twice - and ran full speed into the forest. Where the mud was indisputably the best, of course, and the bird twittered along until one of them got hit by a massive mudball - like a snowball, but much harder, sort of like being hit by a hedgehog. Actually, she was speaking (thinking?) from experience there. Long story. Anyways, even if they didn't have hoses, they had trees. In essence, they were like sparkly spider monkeys, but a lot more immature. Or at least, that's what Esme would say.
She waited a couple more seconds before relying on that goldfish-level attention span to collect a few spindly globs of mud, hurtle herself up the nearest tree and wait, longer. She sighed, tapping her foot on nothing in particular since it was sort of dangling fifty yards in the air, listening to the birds and contemplating a career as an ornithologist before deciding that a professional mud slinger would be much more appropriate. And Emmett still wasn't there. She sighed, effortlessly stood up and paced a couple of times back and forth across the branch, which bowed under all ninety pounds of her weight - lame branch - until something came hurtling into the forest, and she grinned menacingly.
Perfect.
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Post by emmett cullen ! on Apr 27, 2009 16:12:26 GMT -5
Let's have some fun,
This beat is sick [/font]    Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen[/font][/center] Rain, why-o-why wasn’t it a thunderstorm. Stupid weather, why couldn’t one of the Cullens have been blessed with some sort of weather skill? Honestly all these powers and not one of them can create a thunderstorm. Only rain, which is no good because then football, soccer and human baseball matches get cancelled, especially in rains like this, “Seen it” he murmured over and over as he flicked through the re-runs showing on the telly. Re-runs of matches, movies and then the good old daytime telly, not to forget the Soap Operas they like to constantly put on there to entertain the human mind. Such a simple little thing that was, how easy they were to entertain. Saying that Emmett was normally easy entertained but give him his credit where it is due, please, he certainly was no human and was smarter than most people do give him credit for.
"You're on, Emmett!"
He heard the voice of his pixie-like, annoying, sister (well she wasn’t really his biological sister but they were just as close, probably closer, than any brother and sister Emmett knew) and he grinned. That meant one thing, and one thing only, “MUD FIGHT” his voice boomed out as he leapt from the bed, causing a huge bang as he hit the floor and crashed into the closet. Rose would kill him for making a mess as he searched for some appropriate mud fight clothing but he didn’t exactly care about Rose right now. (Correction; he loved Rose but right now there was one thing more important and that was pummelling Alice with mud) He pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, bought by Rose for this very occasion. She would probably never forgive him for that time he ruined the really expensive designer jeans and shirt she’d bought him for going out in that night. (How was Emmett meant to know that? And plus he wanted to throw mud not worry about what he had put on)
He hurried to put on his clothes and could hear Alice getting impatient down stairs. He laughed to himself; he was making her wait on purpose. God he loved annoying her. It wasn’t long till he saw her disappear into the forest. It wasn’t long after till he was running down the stairs. He heard Esme shriek a ‘mind my door’ as he ripped it open and pulled it halfway off his hinges. He’d fix it for Esme later. For now he wanted to cause some mud-like destruction in the forest. It wasn’t long before he’d reached the best mud patch, the one they always went to. He skidded to a stop. Strange it was very quiet in here. Where was that little pixie? He looked around and decided to grab some mud. Ready to fire at whatever attack Alice decided to go for. It wasn’t long before he heard something and spun round, looking up to see the annoying little vampire poised in a tree...
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Word Count;; 497 (no codes)
Listening to;; Lovegame – Lady Gaga
Lyrics;; above ^^
Notes;; Started this morning and it was going good and then i had to go ridng. Came back and well yea my muse got left at the yard, apparently *sigh*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Apr 27, 2009 21:54:04 GMT -5
OOC / no.
i wish the real world would just stop hassling me
This is the point at which Alice wished she could come up with the perfect onomatopoeia to accurately and wholly describe the delicious, fruitful sound created when one pummels an oversized, brutish vampire with a ball of mud and sticks from about fifty yards above the ground. Unfortunately, even Alice, whiz of words and master of muds, could not come up with such a word. In her extreme disappointment, she fired more malicious mud at Emmett, successfully dousing his face with her awesome aim, before leaping down from the tree and landing gracefully, as always, on the forest floor. It was not quite time to make use of the formidable fabrics (nor was she about to relent the awful alliteration) - actually, Emmett had his benefits too, as he really could take off his entire shirt without attracting unwanted public attention. Guys. Ugh. And anyways,t he first part of any semi-decent mudfight is distance firing. Everyone knows that.
The rain was great, turning what was typically dust and sand and little annoying, pelting bits of gravel to class one, non tradeable mud, even effective against sparkly annoying vampire skin. There wasn't mud like this in Illinois. Even Georgia clay was a little hard - it stained more, but mudfights always caused on to render thy garments in the process, so it didn't really matter. Consistency was key. Psychic abilities didn't really hurt either - Emmett was planning a skyward attack, and so she threw herself up another near tree to avoid more mud. The rain had already soaked through every inch of her clothing, making transportation fractionally harder because of the extra weight - a slight setback to an otherwise perfect condition. Sure, rain was annoying, but it was useful. Emmett would probably argue that the same thing applied to her - she was an incredibly effective projectile, as they had both learned, but that was sort of irrelevant.
Actually, once she'd managed to get up the three, she'd realized that in her defensive strategy she'd actually forgotten to grab more ammunition, and cursed her stupidity before leaping down, landing and sinking ankle deep into a nice pile of mud and totally losing a shoe in the process. Half-barefoot and grinning, she hurled more mud in Emmett's general direction, hoping that some of it would hit its target. A quiet series of that same description-less noise informer her that some of it had, but she was back up the tree, mud in tow, before she really got the chance to see exactly what was going on.
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Post by emmett cullen ! on Apr 29, 2009 6:09:45 GMT -5
Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen [/font][/center]
The noise as the mud hit his hard skin was almost as good as when a baseball bat hit a ball in one of there baseball games, or when him and Ed collide during these games (something which Emmett was known to do purposely, just to wind Edward up.) He wiped the mud from his face in time to fire some mud at the pixie like creature that was scaling another tree. He grabbed more mud and flung himself up another tree. Keeping his eye on Alice as best he could, Alice might have an advantage with her physic abilities but she couldn’t compare to Emmett’s strength, or brute force. He flung more mud towards the girl as she flew back down the tree. Making sure he kept just enough mud for his next move, which he was trying best not to think about despite his excitement.
Grinning he leapt from his tree and carefully hopping across the trees towards Alice’s tree and trying to keep his thoughts on different things, different plans and ideas. Hoping this would confuse her and her abilities. Ha. Take that physic-pixie-girl, he grinned as she stopped and looked down to survey what was going on. Jumping down he landed on the branch next to her. ”Surprise!” he grinned. Smothering her face in some nice sticky, wet, mud and managing to throw some down the back of her top before leaping down from the tree.
He had to admit a good mud fight was always good when there hadn’t been thunderstorms for a while. He was grabbing more ammo, in the form of mud, when he felt the mud hit him. He dashed up the next tree. Trying to see what would happen next and avoid being pummelled with mud in the process – near impossible when Alice was involved in mud fights – saying that there was never a winner in these things with Alice. Emmett would never admit defeat and someone normally came to get them in the end because they went on for too long, but this was only the start of the fight. It could go on for hours yet and they were hardly muddy, time to completely coat Alice in the sticky brown stuff. Only he needed a plan. He laughed, plan! Nope Emmett rarely had a plan; his only plan was to coat Alice in mud. However right now he was waiting for Alice to make the next move.
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Word Count;; 412
Listening to;; lady gaga – nothing else I can say
Lyrics;; None, sorting that out.
Notes;; at college. Does the lyrics at the top of this show up as fancy font for you? Because they appear not to on this pc. Shall sort that this weekend.
Sucks but am in class, going to mcdonalds and shopping now. (:
And ow, my contact lense has gone funny ):
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