Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26988423-20151227035120/@comment-26826553-20151228140052

//Ok, I'm back.

(the kids are playing in the Terminator's backyard, with Gildia & MB3 playing frisbee, & Violet & Vincent on the see-saw)

Vincent: So, Violet, your dad must have known that you really love Sun-shroom plushies...

Violet: Why, yes he certainly does. Oh, how can I thank him for giving me 20 of those plushies?

Vincent: *blushes* (in mind: She really does love me...) *imagines Violet's face blinking at him, calling his name, & almost faints*

Violet: Vincent, why are you so red? And why did your eyes turn into hearts?

Vincent: *trance broken, with disc scratching sound effect* Oh, what? My eyes must have just reflected the hand of your mom. I don't know, I must be turning red because it's, um...hot?

Violet: *giggles*

Marielle: *giggles* (as a plant of love, she knows what's happening between the two five year olds)



(suddenly, a spikeweed lands short of MB3)

MB3: Huh?

Gildia: (catches Frisbee) What's up, MB3?

MB3: Uh...

(another spikeweed lands in between them, making yucky sucking sounds)



MB3 & Gildia: *SCREAM* (runs toward the door)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Violet: What's happening?

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Vincent: I don't-

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">(two more spikeweeds glide through the air & grip the seesaw, each an inch from Violet's & Vincent's seat)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Violet & Vincent:  *SCREAM* (runs toward the door)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;"> Marielle: (sees a spikeweed land right at her roots (feet)) *SCREAM* HURRY CHILDREN!!! RUN!!! (ducks as another spikeweed sails over her head)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;"> Marielle & the kids: *SCREAM* HELP!!! HELP!!!

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;"> (from afar)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Terminator: What are you a**holes waiting for? Let's get to my house before anyone there gets f***ing raped by aliens! (rides his fiery Harvey motorcycle down the road at full speed)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">(everyone else follows his lead & speeds off to the Terminator's house)

<p style="font-weight:normal;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">(Will they reach Marielle & the kids in time? (of course they will, they can't die...))