Post by ConfessionFPT on May 10, 2015 3:44:04 GMT
Absorbing Man –
Jessie’s Girl was playing in the background of the dimly lit bar. When Carl Creel had lumbered into the establishment a few minutes ago, dragging his cinderblock feet, the majority of the bar’s attendance dissipated. Only a woman who was snoozing on the counter and the bartender remained in there with the Absorbing Man.
The bartender watched the super villain with an expression of terror, beads of sweat building on his forehead. Creel sat on a bar stool and just stared at the counter for a good, long time. From a safe distance, the bartender studied the infamous criminal that he had seen on television so many times. When he was robbing a bank on the news, he was always barechested and scowling. So he was extremely surprised to see him wearing one of those glittery Tapout shirts and frowning. Eventually his new guest spoke up and said in a whisper, “Can you turn the volume up, please?”
The bartender jumbled for the remote and turned up the volume of the Hockey Game. “Nothing like play-off hockey, right boss?” The bartender slowly nodded.
Jessie’s Girl was still playing when Creel reached into the pocket of his leather pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “You got a light?”
Ignoring his own store’s non-smoking policy, the bartender grabbed one of those long lighter that you light grills with and nervously slid it. He wanted to call the police but knew they wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop an Absorbing Man if he got angry.
“I fucking hate Pittsburg,” Creel took in a deep breath of his cigarette, “Plus I got money on the Ranger’s anyway. Can I have some whisky?” The bartender hastily grabbed a shot glass and the most full bottle he had and put them both down in front of him. Then they were quiet, the only noise made by a person for miles seemed to be the passed out lady’s snoring. Creel skipped the glass and drank from the bottle, “Thanks.” He watched the game for a couple more minuets before dumping a large amount of the liquor on his hand. He then took the lighter and lit his hand on fire. The bartender jumped as Creel’s hand shouldered.
“I don’t really have no one to talk to, ever. Folks usually recognize me and run away, call the cops, whatever. ‘Probly should be scared.” He sighed and stared at the ember in his palm. “I gots to thinkin’ who you go to when you got no person to go to? I don’t got a family or friends, unless you count Baron Zemo and I don’t.” The flame ran down his arm. “I had a date tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” he nervously replied.
“Beautiful blond broad, brown eyes. Her teeth were perfect. She didn’t know who I was.” The bar tender slowly nodded his head in a listening manner. “Most girls scared of me. But for this one night, when I looked at her in her little black dress, I didn’t feel so bad.”
He tried to smile, “Sounds like a great girl.”
“I killed her.”
“Oh…”
“I was, like, scared of her. I walked her up to her door, like a true gent, and I ask her to go out again and then I thought she might say no. I didn’t like that idea so I offed her before she could answer. I didn’t want her, to, reject, me.” The fire was down to his elbow and scorched the wooden bar.
“Please, don’t,” the bartender began. The song on the Juke Box changed to “A Little Less Conversation”, by Elvis.
“I guess I just wanted to explain to you why I’m doing this,” he grabbed the sleeping girl with his flaming hand. “I’m just really mad the Rangers lost!”
Omnimon –
The Digidestined were legal now. Even Kari, the youngest was old enough to have a night on the town and get blasted. Every couple of years they would reunite, go on a trip and party hardy with their Digimon. And every year they would lose Mimi. This year they decided to fly out to New York and visit Joe and Gomamon . And wouldn’t you notice, they lost Mimi after only a few hours of partying.
“This is like that movie we watched last week, Tai!” Augumon said in his squeaky voice, “Except we’re not in Las Vegas!”
“Yeah except its twice as scary when you lose a pretty girl like Mimi.”
“I’m going to tell Sora you said that, Tai.” Gabumon chuckled.
“Why you!” Tai put him in a head lock and carried him down the street, “I didn’t mean it.”
“Uhg I hate America,” Mat walked with Tai, hands behind his head, “It’s so dirty.”
They traveled the bright strip of bars looking for their friend. Hopefully another group of their friends had found her.
Tai accidentally bumbed sholders with someone in the street. “Oh my!” she said.
“Sorry ma’am!” he wore an embarrassed grin.
“Watch where yer goin’!” her husband yelped and his purple dog growled.
Courage –
“Eustice! He said he was sorry!”
“Punk kids…*rumble rumble*… not knowing where they’re goin’…*rumble rumble*.”
Courage, the Cowardly Dog, was not enjoying their trip to New York. Too many weird looking people were too close to Murial. Like that weird headed guy just now. Murial was so kind. She had been carrying him through the florescent streets on New York. Until Eustice yelled that since they brought his leash they should use it. “You act like that dumb dog is too good for walking!” Now he was yanking Courage through every corner.
“I’m thirty!” Eustice proclaimed and suddenly turned into the nearest drinking establishment.
“Oh Eustice, slow down!” Murial waddled in after him.
The three were greeted by a screaming girl and a man whose arm was on fire.
People all the way down the boisterous street heard the intense *ffffthoooom* of the bar catching on fire and the screams of Creel’s two hostages, the young lady and the elderly woman. His shirt had burned off and his legs were concrete.
Matt and Tai looked at the burning building and sprung into action with their Digimon to put it out.
“Whats that thing standing out side the building, a Meramon?” Tai asked.
“Whatever it is! It has Mimi!”
Then the purple dog burst from the window of the burning bar, snarling and holding a hard mallet. “Ok you!” Courage stared down Creel, “Let Murial go!”
The Absorbing Man laughed him off.
“I think it’s time to combine our strength!” Tai called out.
“Gabumon lets go!” Mat concurred.
“Right!” the Digimon said in unison. They then became Omnimon.
So who would win if that happened?
( Courage - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/616/courage-cowardly-dog )
( Omnimon - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/1287/omnimon )
( Absorbing Man - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/2158/absorbing-man )
Jessie’s Girl was playing in the background of the dimly lit bar. When Carl Creel had lumbered into the establishment a few minutes ago, dragging his cinderblock feet, the majority of the bar’s attendance dissipated. Only a woman who was snoozing on the counter and the bartender remained in there with the Absorbing Man.
The bartender watched the super villain with an expression of terror, beads of sweat building on his forehead. Creel sat on a bar stool and just stared at the counter for a good, long time. From a safe distance, the bartender studied the infamous criminal that he had seen on television so many times. When he was robbing a bank on the news, he was always barechested and scowling. So he was extremely surprised to see him wearing one of those glittery Tapout shirts and frowning. Eventually his new guest spoke up and said in a whisper, “Can you turn the volume up, please?”
The bartender jumbled for the remote and turned up the volume of the Hockey Game. “Nothing like play-off hockey, right boss?” The bartender slowly nodded.
Jessie’s Girl was still playing when Creel reached into the pocket of his leather pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “You got a light?”
Ignoring his own store’s non-smoking policy, the bartender grabbed one of those long lighter that you light grills with and nervously slid it. He wanted to call the police but knew they wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop an Absorbing Man if he got angry.
“I fucking hate Pittsburg,” Creel took in a deep breath of his cigarette, “Plus I got money on the Ranger’s anyway. Can I have some whisky?” The bartender hastily grabbed a shot glass and the most full bottle he had and put them both down in front of him. Then they were quiet, the only noise made by a person for miles seemed to be the passed out lady’s snoring. Creel skipped the glass and drank from the bottle, “Thanks.” He watched the game for a couple more minuets before dumping a large amount of the liquor on his hand. He then took the lighter and lit his hand on fire. The bartender jumped as Creel’s hand shouldered.
“I don’t really have no one to talk to, ever. Folks usually recognize me and run away, call the cops, whatever. ‘Probly should be scared.” He sighed and stared at the ember in his palm. “I gots to thinkin’ who you go to when you got no person to go to? I don’t got a family or friends, unless you count Baron Zemo and I don’t.” The flame ran down his arm. “I had a date tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” he nervously replied.
“Beautiful blond broad, brown eyes. Her teeth were perfect. She didn’t know who I was.” The bar tender slowly nodded his head in a listening manner. “Most girls scared of me. But for this one night, when I looked at her in her little black dress, I didn’t feel so bad.”
He tried to smile, “Sounds like a great girl.”
“I killed her.”
“Oh…”
“I was, like, scared of her. I walked her up to her door, like a true gent, and I ask her to go out again and then I thought she might say no. I didn’t like that idea so I offed her before she could answer. I didn’t want her, to, reject, me.” The fire was down to his elbow and scorched the wooden bar.
“Please, don’t,” the bartender began. The song on the Juke Box changed to “A Little Less Conversation”, by Elvis.
“I guess I just wanted to explain to you why I’m doing this,” he grabbed the sleeping girl with his flaming hand. “I’m just really mad the Rangers lost!”
Omnimon –
The Digidestined were legal now. Even Kari, the youngest was old enough to have a night on the town and get blasted. Every couple of years they would reunite, go on a trip and party hardy with their Digimon. And every year they would lose Mimi. This year they decided to fly out to New York and visit Joe and Gomamon . And wouldn’t you notice, they lost Mimi after only a few hours of partying.
“This is like that movie we watched last week, Tai!” Augumon said in his squeaky voice, “Except we’re not in Las Vegas!”
“Yeah except its twice as scary when you lose a pretty girl like Mimi.”
“I’m going to tell Sora you said that, Tai.” Gabumon chuckled.
“Why you!” Tai put him in a head lock and carried him down the street, “I didn’t mean it.”
“Uhg I hate America,” Mat walked with Tai, hands behind his head, “It’s so dirty.”
They traveled the bright strip of bars looking for their friend. Hopefully another group of their friends had found her.
Tai accidentally bumbed sholders with someone in the street. “Oh my!” she said.
“Sorry ma’am!” he wore an embarrassed grin.
“Watch where yer goin’!” her husband yelped and his purple dog growled.
Courage –
“Eustice! He said he was sorry!”
“Punk kids…*rumble rumble*… not knowing where they’re goin’…*rumble rumble*.”
Courage, the Cowardly Dog, was not enjoying their trip to New York. Too many weird looking people were too close to Murial. Like that weird headed guy just now. Murial was so kind. She had been carrying him through the florescent streets on New York. Until Eustice yelled that since they brought his leash they should use it. “You act like that dumb dog is too good for walking!” Now he was yanking Courage through every corner.
“I’m thirty!” Eustice proclaimed and suddenly turned into the nearest drinking establishment.
“Oh Eustice, slow down!” Murial waddled in after him.
The three were greeted by a screaming girl and a man whose arm was on fire.
People all the way down the boisterous street heard the intense *ffffthoooom* of the bar catching on fire and the screams of Creel’s two hostages, the young lady and the elderly woman. His shirt had burned off and his legs were concrete.
Matt and Tai looked at the burning building and sprung into action with their Digimon to put it out.
“Whats that thing standing out side the building, a Meramon?” Tai asked.
“Whatever it is! It has Mimi!”
Then the purple dog burst from the window of the burning bar, snarling and holding a hard mallet. “Ok you!” Courage stared down Creel, “Let Murial go!”
The Absorbing Man laughed him off.
“I think it’s time to combine our strength!” Tai called out.
“Gabumon lets go!” Mat concurred.
“Right!” the Digimon said in unison. They then became Omnimon.
So who would win if that happened?
( Courage - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/616/courage-cowardly-dog )
( Omnimon - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/1287/omnimon )
( Absorbing Man - electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/2158/absorbing-man )
