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Post by Amarië on Dec 6, 2003 21:41:44 GMT -5
Amarië took the half-eaten camera out of Dom's mouth. 'Just great.' She took out a lighter and burned the camera. Waste of a perfectly good camera. 'No... more... eating... CAMERAS!' she screamed in Dom's ear. He fell sideways off the chair, then managed to pick himself back up. He rubbed his head. Amarië gave him and Mip an e-vile glare.
What about the Tie Fondler?!
Amarië knew this would help fold out her plan. Yet, she couldn't leave Elijah there to have his tie fondled. She loosened the tie around her neck, which was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable with Liv in the room. How were they going to get LIVer to stop fondling his tie? And all ties all together? Could the tie her hands together, so that Arwen had total control? Yes, that might work...
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Post by Mippin on Dec 6, 2003 21:57:10 GMT -5
Mippin put her free hand in her pocket and grasped the tie she had lifted from Uncle Dom...she got scared and determined at the same time. She didn't want her jacked tie to be jacked..or..fondled..she shuddered. 'I say we hide 'im.' Mip signaled to Amarië. She nodded, then they all moved towards the whimpering. 'Shut up, you moron!' Mippin called out. Elijah began whimpering louder. 'Dude...seriously...do you want your tie to be-' she was cut off by another blood-curdling scream. Mip grabbed Amarië with her free hand, and dragged her, Dom, and Billy in the direction of the screaming, as soon as she had reached it, and was sure she had done deaf, Mip clamped her hand around Elijah's mouth. 'I said shut up! Quildë! Callate! Do you not get it?!?!' He nodded, crying, and shaking in his nervousness.
Mip let go, and he began whimpering again. So, Mip smacked him with a lawn flamingo, and he then shut up. 'Sorry I'm being so mean..but really dude..it could be...well..you know.' she said, not wanting to jinx the poor fellow. Mip then lightly gagged Elijah, with the help of Billy, because he was squirming around. Amarië and Dom followed Mip and Billy, guarding Elijah, as the two began dragging Elijah off. As they approached the door, Mippin gave a signal, which she was sure Arwen would never get, then yelled out her name. 'Arwen!!!' The Tie-fonlder leapt towards Elijah, but Mippin swerved, and Arwen, seemingly picking up the signal, threw herself against the wall to keep the tie-fondler from moving. Mip and Billy ran off out the door and shoved Elijah in the janitors' closet. He calmed down a little, and was ungagged.
'Well, we've got that taken care of, but we still have much to do.' Mip said defiantly, in defence of all the other innocent ties in the room.
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Post by Amarië on Dec 6, 2003 22:06:02 GMT -5
With Elijah and The One Tie out of the way, the Tie Fondler would have to fondle the lesser important ties. She was after Brad, who was wearing a normal looking tie. Amarië took out a tie that was slightly more interesting than his and yelled 'Look! Its a tie!' towards the tie fondler. Amarië threw it into a corner of the room. Brad was safe, for now.
Amarië signaled something to Mip. She nodded, and all four of them made way for the next part of their plan. She took out a few regular, yet kind of odd looking ties, and planted a few around the room, incase they needed to be used.
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Post by Arwen on Dec 7, 2003 15:11:37 GMT -5
Arwen was about to go insane! She had enough with Liv. "Look, I'm tied to you, you are tied to me and there isn't a lot we can do about it. Sit there, fondle the freaking tie, and leave me alone for five seconds!" Arwen ordered Liv.
The Tie Fondler sulked, but sat there and fondlered the tie.
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Post by Arafangwen on Dec 10, 2003 17:14:07 GMT -5
All of the sudden, Ara was hit with an idea! No, literaly. Firi had come up with a brilliant idea and wrote it down, not wanting anyone to hear her and then threw it at Ara's head, which it hit with a resounding thud. Ara rubbed her head and glared at the offensive paper before picking it up and opening it up.
"Brilliant!" She cried as she threw down the newly crumpled paper and jumped to her feet, unsucessfully of course, as Orli had planted himself firmly on his behind and refused to move. Ara rolled her eyes and counted with Firi.
"One, two, three!" They cried and they heaved together, finally pulling Orli to his feet with victorious smiles showering their faces.
"Okay, now let's go find some oranges!" Ara cried excitedly as she ad Firi tried to run, but reaslly just looked like a couple of oxen as they dragged Orli behind them rapidly out of the main door and down the hall to the kitchen.
Once reaching the kitchen, they had a little bit of a hard time navigating around the tables and such with Orli tied between them, but they managed with minimal cuts and scrapes, on Orli's account of course. After they had made all of the orage juice they could without having permanently orage hands they poured it all into one big pot and added their special ingredient that was sure to change everyone at least a little bit, well, hopefully....
As they carefully went through the halls with the pot of orange juice, they noticed what looked like blood on the floors, it was a little disturbing, but they figured that it was Mip and that there was nothing they could do to change that about her.
"Orange juice! Orange juice! Fresh orange juice!" Cried Firi and Ara as they set down the pot. The result was immediet, nothing.
Finally after a few moments, there came some movement from the corner. Arawen dragged Liv towards the table and plunked herself into a chair with a big sigh.
"Here you go!" Firi said cheerily as she handed a full cup of orage juice to Arwen and one to Liv, who was currently fondeling another tie. They both took the glasses and drank it all gratefully to the deep satisfaction of both Firi and Ara.
Firi and Ara's faces soon changed to odd looks of joy and disbelife at the same time. Liv immedietly threw the tie from her and fell into a deep sleep with her head on the table while Arwen's hair turned green and her entire body shrunk to the size of a hobbits. But she didn't seem to mind, she didn't really seem to mind anything as a matter of fact, she was too busy tracing the wallpapers designs with her finger. Ara started laughing and Firi soon joined in, after all, it would only last for a day, and the victims wouldn't remember anything later anyhow, except for the ocassional dream about milk and blue paper that is.
Firi and Ara decided it was time to give some to Mip and Amarië as well as the actors at thier sides so they ran to the random corners that they were in and offered them the orange juice, wondering what effect it would have on them. They couldn't resist of course, fresh orange juice was not something anyone in history had ever been able to pass up and it hadn't failed now either. They watched happily as the four drank their fill and startedd changing too.
Mip began to grow taller until she was about 7'5' and crouching to keep from pulling Billy off of his feet.
Billy on the other hand began to jump up and down as fast and high as he could. He didn't stop either, Firi rolled her eyes and Ara shook her head, that one hadn't helped much.
Amarië suddenly slapped Dom loudly and drew their attention. Besides her new fetish for slapping things, the only difference in her was her skin, it had turned an odd bluish color and was all fluffy looking.
Tied to her, Dom started to change as well, but not so much physicaly as mentaly although he did look a little thinner and older if you looked closer. He started spouting off the times tables and random math and science facts without any pauses, to anyone and no one at all. Firi and Ara exchanged sly smiles and walked off to find Brad and Naruwen and give them some of their newest concotion.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 10, 2003 21:14:41 GMT -5
Mip's arm was getting sore. Very sore. The little hobbit-sized actor tied to her wrist was slowly becoming a mexican jumping bean, or something like that. Mip was amused at the fact that she used to be just about as tall as Billy. But now she towered above him. She supposed being this tall could be useful, she'd make a heck of a basketball player now, in any event. She sat, and stretched her long legs out in front of her. Her arm ached horribly. Mip wondered how on earth she ended up drinking orange juice. Particularly when she was allergic to it. She inhaled, and was glad nothing had happened to her.
'Are you getting tired?' she asked Billy, who nodded. 'I can't stop...' Mip took a while to ponder. Orange...they needed something to counter act the OJ..hmm... Mippin got up, her head nearly hitting the ceiling, and dragged a bouncing billy boyd off to the kitchen. Getting a bunch of stuf out of the cupboards and stuf like that was a challenge with the hoppit tied to her. Mip set to boiling something, with some other stuf, and some more stuf, until she yelled out. 'AHA!' her voice reverberating off the walls and into the hallways, despite the closed door. She took out a glass, and poured her mixture into it. Handing a glass to Billy, with some effort, he tried to drink it. When at last he had, he was drenched in the purple-ish substance. He kept jumping up and down. Mip stooped down a bit, and clamed her free hand firmly on Billy's shoulder. He tried to jump, but couldn't. 'Dude, just stop.' Mip said. He trembled a little, as if it took great strength to do so, but at last he stopped. He twitched a little bit, and drank some more, until he seemed perfectly normal. Mip looked down at the now tiny actor. 'You seem a lot taller in the movies...' she said with a snicker. He scowled at her, and she drank a little bit of her own mixture. She shrunk down to a moderate height, but was still a bit taller than Billy. Drinking the last drop, she was at last, the exact same height. 'Well that's odd, I'm sure you were just a smidge taller than me, Bill...' Mip said. She shrugged, and put the rest of the mixture in a vial. 'Who do you think we should cure first, now?' Mip asked Billy. Billy looked at her as if the answer was obvious. 'Of course.' Mip said, as she once more, dragged Billy towards the room.
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Post by Amarië on Dec 10, 2003 22:04:06 GMT -5
Amarië looked at her skin. Grumbling she took out a small white bottle. 'Erm, that resembles the poison bottle you have used in the past... am I going to die?'
Amarië slapped him, 'Oh, sorry... no you are not going to die... the poison will counteract the erm.. concoction... this has happened to me before.' She mumbled at the last statement. Dom had a slightly worried look on his face. Amarië took off the cap and took three small sips from the bottle. She handed it to Dom. He hesitated for a moment, then took three sips.
'Wow, this doesnt taste that bad...' he said, going for a fourth sip. Amarië grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate...' Dom's look grew even more afraid from the possible near death experience. He handed her the bottle, and slowly they changed back to normal. Dom still seemed stuck with a few math equations though. Amarië took out a digital camera and handed it to him, 'Only this once...'
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Post by Mippin on Dec 12, 2003 21:08:19 GMT -5
As the two reached the room, they heard a shriek coming from the closet. Mip turned and opened the door of the janitors' closet. Elijah was asleep, and apparently having a nightmare. Mippin turned to Billy and winked. She sat down on the floor in front of Elijah, and poked his tie, repeatedly. she began saying 'fondle' in a sing-song-ish voice. Elijah screamed again, and woke up. Mippin tilted her head. and placed her hand on his forehead.
With a fake oriental accent, Mip spoke. 'You dreamt the One Tie was being fondled.' she began. She proceeded in telling every gruesome detail of his dream. It wasn't that hard to tell what he was dreaming anyway, I mean..a scream like that can only mean fondlage. Elijah gaped at her, dumbfounded. At last she took her hand off his forehead, and handed him a Dr. Pepper and a bag of potato chips she lifted from the fridge. 'Here, calm yourself down. It was just a dream.' she said, as she moved a few brooms aside, revealing a plasma screen TV. Billy handed him the remote-control, and spoke to comfort him as well. 'We'll take care of her, Elijah. If anything, we'll just lock her up, then play Tig.' he grinned.
Mip led Billy out of the closet, then closed and locked the door. She took a deep breath, and sighed. She resisted going inside the room. Bouncing on her heels a bit she reached for the doorknob, then stopped. She looked at Billy. 'We have to go back in.' he said, unsure of the statement. Mip thought the closet, with the nice TV, and the snacks, and all that jazz was looking mighty fine right now. An idea struck her. 'No we don't. Not yet, not until we're ready.' she said, as she took Billy's wrist with her tied hand to prevent any rope-burn like pain to their wrists, and dragged him off to the kitchen again.
'Okay, well. It's pretty obvious how Firi, Ara, and Aunt Orlanda got us all different side-effects, so, we just constrain, that, with a few key ingrediants, a bit o' poison, and tadaa! fondle-be-gone.' Mip said as she began mixing a bunch of odd liquds in a large bowl. Billy took a moment to let it sink in, then nodded. 'Should we give any to Dom?' he asked, wondering about how Amarië would ever go near a tree with him tied to her. Mip stopped and pondered a moment. 'Is his condition really a bad thing? I mean...he is working to save the trees, not just fondle them.'
They both stood for a while, wondering whether or not to give Dom any Fondle-be-Gone or not. It was too confuzzling. Mip and Billy couldn't find out what outweighed what. The benefits, or the downfalls. They shrugged in seeming, unison, and continued making the, shall we call it, potion. When at last they finished, Mip put it in a fancy vial, tied at the neck with a wee tie. She put a sticker on it, that read 'Fondle-be-Gone' in code. 'Well, this is it. We have to go back in now.' Billy said. Mip nodded in acknowledgement, and faltered for words. She was a bit scared of the tie-fondler. Anyone who was wearing a tie had that automatic feeling. Mip bit her lip, and let Billy lead her to the room this time.
'Is it permanent?' Billy asked Mip as they drew near to the room. Mip frowned. 'No. Nothing could ever permanently take that away from her.' she said dissapointedly. 'It'll come back over time.'
The opened the door, and slowly walked in. It was dark, but fondling could be sensed to their immediate right. Mip took out her night-vision device, and saw the tie-fondler. She and Billy gulped, and dove in. They tackled her, and poured the potion down her throat.
A large purplorange flash of light luminated the whole of the room, and lingered in flying swirls of colour, slowly fading away, to show the results of the Fondle-be-Gone.
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Post by Arwen on Dec 22, 2003 9:45:15 GMT -5
Why Arwen drank the orange juice, she would never know. She hates orange Juice!!!!! AS she slowly began to awaken from the drugged sleep, and e-vile plan began to form in her e-vile mind. However, she was forced off the computer before she could put her e-vile plan into action!
To Be Continued...........
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Post by Arwen on Dec 22, 2003 20:36:42 GMT -5
"Ah, Mippin! Thank you for that lovely flash of color!" Arwen exclamed. the Fondle-Be-Gone would help her work her plan. Without trying to worry what the Fondler would do, she could get much accomplish.
After dragging in large (very large) speakers she proceeded to eye Mippin's cd case. She knew what was in there. She slunk over to the case, and snatched it off the ground.
Arwen was having second thoughts about her e-vile plan. Mip loved her cds! So, instead of destorying Travis she simply hid the much loved cd's in a top secret location. Next Arwen turned the speakers up as loud as possible. Soon, everyone heard..........."A Broken Vow"! It would continue playing till others protested.
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Lelorinel
Ranger
~A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to prove his great worth~
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Post by Lelorinel on Jan 20, 2004 18:06:25 GMT -5
This craziness has gone far enough!
I must join in!
Can I be tied to John Rhys-Davies?(gimli)
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Post by Firondoiel on Jan 20, 2004 20:03:09 GMT -5
Firi looked up from torturing Orli. "Sure! Why not?" she said to Le'lorinel. She hopped up and dragged Orli and the half-awake Ara with her over to Le'lorinel and then pulled him into a dark corner. When they emerged, he was tied to Master Gimli who had mysteriously appeared.
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Lelorinel
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Post by Lelorinel on Jan 21, 2004 16:55:42 GMT -5
Gimli turned to his newly-attached person and grunted: "Well now I suppose you think this is funny, having yourself tied to me, well I'll tell you it isn't! now come just a little closer and I'll strangle the life out of you!"
Le'lorinel, in fear for his life, replied simply: "Well, if you kill me, then you'll simply cease to exist in this thread, if I leave, you go as well. It's the law of all forums."
Gimli: "Well laddie, if you put it that way...."
Me: "So what do we do now?"
Gimli: "Well, we could chase Arwen around with axes, I never liked her much"
Me: "Now you're talking my language!"
So Gimli and Le'lorinel, with a newly-forged friendship, took up their axes and began chasing Liv Tyler around with axes held high.
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Post by Amarië on Jan 22, 2004 22:30:00 GMT -5
Amarië sat next to Mip. They both seemed amused by the whole axe thing.
'Handbags at dawn?' Amarië whispered to Mippin. Mip nodded, and Amarië sat back to watch the two enjoy themselves.
'Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?' Amarië said after a pause, momentarily amused by someone nearly hacking LIVer's head off.
'But arn't you younger than-' Dom intirupted.
'SHH!' Amarië said, 'Dont tell anyone!!! They'll never notice!!!'
'Follow me down the drain?' Mip said.
'My, oh my,' Amarië said nodding. Mip nodded too. Dom and Billy just looked at them puzzled.
'Is this about the thing that you were planning to e-' Dom said.
'SHH! You cant go saying it like that, someone might hear you!' Amarië handed him another copy of a step-by-step plan. Dom took it and tried to read the code.
Amarië took out a digital camera and started snapping pictures of Le'lorinel and Gimli chasing Liv around the room. Dom suddenly jerked his head and eyed the camera, licking his lips. 'No!' Ala said, before Dom had a chance to do anything.
'But.'
'NO!'
'Please... just... one...' Dom started to reach for the camera.
'I thought you had been broken from that habbit!' Amarië said, jerking the camera away. Dom grumbled and sat back in his chair. Amarië continued to snap pictures.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 22, 2004 23:01:40 GMT -5
Mip waited patiently as Amarië took a plethora of pictures, she watched Dom bemusedly, as he muttered to himself. At last she turned to Uncle Billy. 'Well, Billy, it seems we find ourselves in a very similiar situation, neh?' she said as she took out her cd player and the two sets of headphones. Uncle Billy nodded and accepted a pair of headphones immediately. It was Travis-y bliss.
At long last, Amarië looked at how many pictures she had left, she frowned. Mip leaned over and saw that she only had but one picture left.
'Sur la dernier page du chapitre?' she asked Amarië, already knowing the answer.
'C'est la vie...ma vie' she said gloomily.
'There's a Slide Show and it's so slow..' Mip said, snatching the camera, and taking out the laptop. She uploaded the pictures and put them on a site immediately. Mip did not make any move to give the camera back. Amarië noticed this, and pondered aloud.
'Done with the camera?'
'No, I'm not.'
'Okay then...'
Mip unplugged the camera from the cable leading to the USB port, and slid it slyly up her sleeve. She looked around, and shifted about as if looking for something.
'Looking for something?' Billy asked her.
Mip stopped moving, and replied, 'As a matter of fact yes, and I have indeed found it... right over there,' she turned her head in the direction of Amarië and Uncle Dom and pointed. 'Dom, could you get that for me?' she asked pointing towards the ground beside him.
He looked around and saw nothing, 'Get what?'
'That.. right there, on the floor beside you.'
He looked again then shrugged. Mip, acting a bit annoyed and impatient, leaned over and reached over Amarië and Dom and moved her hand about the ground right beside Dom. She then let the camera, convienently stored in her sleeve drop onto the floor, and then poked Dom to show him it. She withdrew her hand.
'Ah! I found it.' she said, pretending to adjust a small button onto the side of the laptop. 'There, it fell out earlier. Thanks Uncle Dom.' she added, the last remark tainted with sarcasm.
Of course, Dom was much too busy eyeing the camera to notice what Mip said... Mip motioned for Billy, who caught on to what Mip did and was snickering to move, and move quickly before Amarië found out and came after her.
The two moved quickly to the corner of the room, and no sooner had they got there, Amarië turned to see Dom devouring the camera, and out came the bellow, 'MIPPIN!!!!!'
Mip winced and braced herself in the event that Amarië would come after her...so did Billy, but that might be because whatever mischief Mip got into, he had to pay too - a perk of being tied to someone. He sighed.
'Hey, at least there's Travis-y goodness to be shared.' Mip said lightly. He nodded in agreement, and then the two backed away slowly.
And Amarië had nearly broken Uncle Dom from his hobbit - er.. habit. Nearly.
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