*Giggle* Sorry Writer, I had too!
"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, fogo extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on avental on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle capacete I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so you could see my face.
"Okay, so you see here, a stack of balonga," I said, gesturing to the four inch high stack of bolonga. "a fogo extinguisher," gesturing to a worn out fogo extingusher I hoped still had foam in it. "a bag of nails," I said, gesturing to the nails, "and last, but really, certaintly not least... Our blender!" I annouced, motioning to the blender. The camera shifted and zoomed in on the blender. Then zoomed out, and focused back on me. I glanced at the director(again, the kind for TV, not the evil one), who was biting her nails and looking at me intensly.
"But, the pergunta is.... Will it blend?" I asked rhetoricly. I smiled as bells rang, and different lights flashed on.
"Cue stunt double!" Someone in the background shouted. Fang, who was wearing the same motorcycle helmet, the glass tinted so his face didnt show, and the same red apron, walked out from behind the kitchen, which was really just a background curtain.
"Good luck." I muttered, passing him and walking behind the curtain.
"Will it blend?" Fang asked rhetoricly, shoving he bolonga into the blender, then the nails. He put the lid on, and hesitated to push the button that stated "BLEND". He pushed it, and the blender made a terrible noise, then burst into flames. Eye widened under the helmet, Fang grabbed the fogo extinguisher nozzle, then blew foam all over the blender, kicking the plug out of the nearby outlet. fogo alarms blazed, sprinklers turned on, people groaned.I giggled behind the cutain.
"Cut!" Someone yelled. Bells rang, Fang took off the helmet.
"Your free to go." The director muttered, rubbing her temples. Fang ran his fingers through his hair, and marched himselfthrough the curtain, grabbing my hand, and marching me out the building.
"Im never, ever, doing that again." Fang muttered.
*Giggle* por now Writer, you see I said sorry to grab your attention.
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"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, fogo extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on avental on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle capacete I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so you could see my face.
"Okay, so you see here, a stack of balonga," I said, gesturing to the four inch high stack of bolonga. "a fogo extinguisher," gesturing to a worn out fogo extingusher I hoped still had foam in it. "a bag of nails," I said, gesturing to the nails, "and last, but really, certaintly not least... Our blender!" I annouced, motioning to the blender. The camera shifted and zoomed in on the blender. Then zoomed out, and focused back on me. I glanced at the director(again, the kind for TV, not the evil one), who was biting her nails and looking at me intensly.
"But, the pergunta is.... Will it blend?" I asked rhetoricly. I smiled as bells rang, and different lights flashed on.
"Cue stunt double!" Someone in the background shouted. Fang, who was wearing the same motorcycle helmet, the glass tinted so his face didnt show, and the same red apron, walked out from behind the kitchen, which was really just a background curtain.
"Good luck." I muttered, passing him and walking behind the curtain.
"Will it blend?" Fang asked rhetoricly, shoving he bolonga into the blender, then the nails. He put the lid on, and hesitated to push the button that stated "BLEND". He pushed it, and the blender made a terrible noise, then burst into flames. Eye widened under the helmet, Fang grabbed the fogo extinguisher nozzle, then blew foam all over the blender, kicking the plug out of the nearby outlet. fogo alarms blazed, sprinklers turned on, people groaned.I giggled behind the cutain.
"Cut!" Someone yelled. Bells rang, Fang took off the helmet.
"Your free to go." The director muttered, rubbing her temples. Fang ran his fingers through his hair, and marched himselfthrough the curtain, grabbing my hand, and marching me out the building.
"Im never, ever, doing that again." Fang muttered.
*Giggle* por now Writer, you see I said sorry to grab your attention.
Comment for mais pointless one~shots like this!
And if not for mais pointless one~shots.... for the amor of God just comment!
Alias: Fang
Occupation: Hero
Age: 16
Relationship: Married to Devin..WHEE!
Powers: Flight (wings) if he stays still and doesn't make sudden movements he can blend into his surroundings, super strength (not super-homem strength but its above average mans strength), super senses (RAPTOR VISION FTW!)
Past: Created as an experiment in a place called “School” Fang grew up dark, and drawn back, escaping from pure hell at the age of 10, the flock traveled the world, determined to end all experiments. At age 12, Fang dividido, dividir from the group and went off on his own, (personal reasons...only Devin knows) Fang adapted the life of crime and murder until he was 13, then was found por batman and brought onto the team.
Other: -hates needles and electricity.
-has a younger sister.
-keeps most things to himself
-Let's see 6 children total. 4 Biological, 2 adopted. *hint hint: DEVIN! :P*