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Josie ([personal profile] josiemus_prime) wrote in [community profile] moviescriptending2009-10-21 05:23 pm
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Post 17.

Damn, missed last week. Sorry, things were just crazy all over the place. /o\ fail!mod.

But anyway guys, this week I decided to change it up a bit with the theme. Instead of writing a fic for a specific prompt this week, we're playing in this thread. Rules of the game is someone starts by writing a snippet or sentence of fic, and then someone else comments and continues (and so on and so forth and whatnot and such things as that then and stuff).

Of course, it doesn't have to be a snippet, you can write as much as you want, short or long, whatever. But it's one "story" per thread, ok? Though anyone can join in and continue it.

(I figured people with writer's block deserved something that didn't require much effort... because I'm lazy and I wanted to :D)

Anon commenting is on (and preferred), IP logging off, have fun!

(Anonymous) 2009-10-21 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
oh. oh! okay, im gonna try this... let me see...


"OCD bus," Patrick muttered. "You know, I'm not even OCD. Andy's OCD, I'm not the one that stabbed you with a fork because you tore out pages of his comics to make origami."

From across the room Andy narrowed his eyes at Joe, and for a second he could swear he felt his fork scar throbbing.

"I don't know," Joe said slowly, "you're picky about your shoes and hats."

"He stabbed you. In the hand."

"You knocked me out with my bass!" Pete yelled from inside his bunk.

"They were new shoes!"

"They were not!"

"Well... they were nice!"

(Anonymous) 2009-10-21 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dude, you've have them for, like, three years," Pete retorted as he shuffled into the lounge. "That is definitely not new."

"They were limited edition Supras that Kanye fucking West gave me, Pete." Patrick narrowed his eyes and pointed at Pete. "More importantly, they were white and I've only worn them a few times."

Pete rolled his eyes and flopped next to Joe. "OCD bus," he concluded. "You guys are the humdrum-vee. We," he continue as he wrapped an arm around Joe's shoulders, "are the fun-vee."

Joe grinned at Pete and started to high-five him but his grin slipped away and his brows knitted. "Wait, does this mean we're going to abducted by rebels and forced to build a mechanized suit to escape? Because, dude, I really don't think we have the coordination for that."

Patrick snickered and Andy snorted in a slightly disdainful way, reburying his nose in the latest issue of Armor Wars.
Crack anon returns! Also, I love that Andy's comic book geekery lets me show off my comic book geekery a little.

(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What are you idiots talking about?" Mark greeted as he barged onto the bus, Tom following closely behind.

"Hey, what do you think makes someone OCD?" Patrick asked, stepping into the kitchen area.

Tom frowned. "Like, on a scale or something?"

Patrick shook his head. "No, like--"

"Because what's on the scale?" Tom cut him off. "Like, on a tidy level, or when a dude has to wash his balls exactly twenty-four times a day?"

"Why twenty-four?" Marks asked as he tried to squeeze between Joe and Pete, then just settled for sitting on Joe.

"Because it's an even number." Tom shrugged, shoving a frozen pizza at Patrick. "Heat this."

"Well, this is enlightening," Joe said, then, "Your ass is on my hand."

"Yeah," Mark said, uncaring, and leaned back on Joe's face.

"I should tweet about this," Pete remarked.

"Already did," Andy said, smirking.


i have no idea how blink got in this thing o.O oh and hey crack!anon!