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Post by american09mutt on Jul 14, 2011 16:55:12 GMT -5
Seventeen feet in the air. That's how high Damian's basketball bounced after Keith tossed it from the second story window of their hotel room. "What'd you do that for, man? I said I'd pick it up in a minute!"
Keith chuckled and said "Well now you can go outside and get some exercise. I need quiet if I'm gonna do a ustream like the other guys. So quiet now, and out with ya!"
So saying, Keith pushed Damo out the door and locked it behind him. Damian stood in the hall, bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as he pondered what to do next. "I guess I better get my ball, then maybe find someone to lend me some shoes." So off he went, down the elevator and out the front doors of the lobby.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 1:35:00 GMT -5
Damian walked down the corridor, and by the elevator, but paused when he got a snooty look from a passing woman. He glanced at her confusedly, then realized why. He had no shoes, and pretty much looked like he had rolled out of bed, which he basically had. This was frowned upon for the fancy hotel Sharon ha booked them.
"Pardon, ma'am?" Damian asked, scurrying after her. "You would happen to have a pair of shoes, would you?"
Her eyes went huge, and she clattered her way off, high heels clinking on the tile. "It's an honest question!" He cried after her, before heading out the front doors.
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 15, 2011 2:01:40 GMT -5
i think i might post a couple updates to this one couldnt think of anything funny, so heres a so-so one hope you guys come up w something better! (PS--dont do it on only two hours of sleep, like me. this would be the result) The man at the register in the lobby glared at him as he padded by with bare feet, and the teen half-heartedly beamed his signature grin in hopes of easing the stare but to no avail. Sighing, he stepped through the swiveling doors, making an extra round just for the fun of it and earning another glare from the guards. When one of them took a step forward, he quickly ran around another time and sprinted outside, leaping over the hedge lining the sidewalk. "Standing on the corner..." he mused to himself, smirking as he leaned against the brick corner wall and looked across the yard, searching for the basketball. "Watching all the girls go by..." a voice piped up from behind him, followed by the familiar beat of a basketball. Turning, he found himself glancing down at a mischevious-looking boy of about ten years of age. "Yeah, I know that song too," the kid grinned, and then ran down the street...bouncing the basketball with him. "Hey! Give that back!" cried Damian as he tore down the sidewalk, avoiding the squaking pigeons.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 2:05:50 GMT -5
"Snooze ya loose!" the boy cried over his shoulder, quickening his pace.
"It's only 9! It's a perfectly acceptable time to get up!" He crowed, trying to speed up, but the hot sidewalk was burning his bare feet. "This isn't fair!"
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The boy asked not stopping, but slowing now, mainly because his stout little legs couldn't carry him terribly fast. "It's totally righteous!"
"You do not talk like you're from this century." Damian said.
"Says the teenager singing Dean Martin." he sneered.
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 15, 2011 2:12:34 GMT -5
ok, i know nox says no aliens in the BAS stories, but...what about time travel? He was gaining. He knew he was, and his pumping chest was glad about that, especially as he reached out. The kid was only an arm's reach away, and all he needed was to be a step...or two...faster... All of a sudden, the wind rushed around him, choking him and making him slow down. And then, right before his eyes, a huge, gaping, dark blue mouth opened up...and the boy jumped inside! Skidding to a stop, Damian panted and gasped for breath as the hole closed with a chomp and the air was normal again, as though nothing had ever been. But the basketball was gone...with the boy. "What am I gonna tell Keith NOW?" he grumbled, contemplating his choices. "The ball poofed into thin air? He'll tell me I've been drinking too much of Paul's coffee stash on the bus." Muttering, he walked back to the hotel, confused and frustrated.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 2:15:31 GMT -5
"Damian, I think you need more sleep." George said after Damian finished his tale.
"Don't tell the others!" Damian cried. "They'd think I was crazy."
"Lad, I think I think you're crazy right now."
"And what about Keith!?" Damian pulled at his hair in fear. "What will he do when i say I lost his ball?!"
George looked like he was about to say something,then stopped, resting his face in his and. "You just had a boy disappear out f thin air...and you're worried about a ball? You really have got to get your priorities straight."
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 15, 2011 2:20:50 GMT -5
"Why would a kid want a basketball and then disappear into a huge hole in the air?" he asked the older man. "And can I get a pair of shoes please? Being barefoot onstage for Storm was okay except for when Keith tossed the prickly thingies from trees all over them to make it 'more realistic,' but this carpet is rough!"
"I don't have any shoes your size, lad, and Keith made yours...ehm...disappear..." George looked down, tucking his tongue into his cheek to hold back his laughter.
Damian shot to his feet. "WHAT?!?!?! But Paul and I just got the new ones yesterday!"
"Go ask...hmm...who has big feet here? Paul's are too small, Keith's are too, Ryan definitely, Neil, yeah, and mine are a size smaller..." he continued as though nothing had happened, but the teen was already out the door.
"I'll get him for this," Damian growled as he stalked down the hallway to the surfer's room.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 2:24:30 GMT -5
"Where are you going?" the man asked.
"To kick his butt!"
"With bare feet?" George couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you bet he already has a barricade of jacks set up at the door?"
This made Damian stop and turn around in a hurry.
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 15, 2011 2:29:04 GMT -5
A piece of air in the corner of Keith's room suddenly turned into a grinning, freckled face. the Green eyes darted around, located the target, and then an arm holding a ball appeared next to it. Sniggering, he pulled back his arm, aimed, and FIRED!
Keith leapt to his feet from the bed as something hit his stomach. Screaming a high-pitched sound, he whirled around trying to find where the ball had come from, but he was alone and the window was closed.
"Casper?" he whispered. "Or are you more like that horror movie Damo and I watched last night?" When he received no answer, he exhaled shakily and sat on the bed, cradling his favorite basketball.
Just then, a loud thud sounded from across the room...
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Jul 15, 2011 10:46:39 GMT -5
Man, I really want to add to this, but I can't for the life of me think of anything!!!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 21:08:04 GMT -5
"YIPE!" Keith yowled as he saw a book flying at him. "That's it!" he yelped. "I'm never reading a book again!"
"Had you read one before?"
Keith glanced up. "GEORGE!!!!" he ran to the man, throwing his arms around him.
"Touchy feely tonight Keith?" George asked, uncomfortable and trying to scootch away.
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Come on peeps!!! Don't leave this story to Ori and me!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Jul 16, 2011 21:34:49 GMT -5
But the more George tried to move, the harder Keith held on.
Then he jumped on top of George's back yelled "Yahooooo..... Get me away from here."
George unceremoniously dumped Keith back on to the bed and said "No, you will read this book because Sharon gave it to you to read."
"But, but," Keith blurted out, "It is haunted and are you saying that Sharon would want me to read a haunted book?" "Do you know how many nightmares of not being able to surf again I would get from that?"
"I think that actually what you need are some good knock out drops and a good night's sleep," said George coming over to feel his brow.
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 16, 2011 21:35:02 GMT -5
"No!" the surfer exclaimed, dodging the man to the door but getting caught by a strong around the waist. "Let me go!!!"
"What's going on?" George continued. "And why do you suddenly have literatureophobia?"
"That book just flew at me!" Keith screamed, hiding behind the bigger man and pointing shakily towards the back of the room. "From there!"
George sighed. "How about you lay off the Guinness for a while, okay? And I think Paul may have laced those Oreos with something," he chuckled. "Perhaps that book just wants you to take a step away from your guitar."
"MY GUITAR!!!" Keith shrieked and, exhibiting a major show of courage, darted forward, grabbed the precious instrument, and bolted out of the room, leaving the man behind.
"Byrom should really hide those Oreos better from the teen and Keith," he muttered. "Dangerous things happen when they are discovered."
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Post by orinocoflow on Jul 16, 2011 21:37:43 GMT -5
lol, we have two versions for Furb's post! XD im gonna try to alter mine so that it fits to Galway's
*minute later* ok, did it
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 21:45:05 GMT -5
Keith flung open Damian's door.
"Damo, I-OOOOOOOWW!!!!!"
He fell to his knees, tears glistening in his eyes. "What was that?" he squeaked, trying to bring his foot to his face to nurse the problem.
"Jacks!" Damian cried triumphantly. "Finally!!! I got you before you got me! HA!!!"
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