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Post by avatarspirit on Apr 22, 2007 18:50:33 GMT -5
LOL, PE, you got my responce down to a tee...
glad yor feeling better!
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Pleading Eyes
Kyoshi Mai
I feel violated... and crispy
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Post by Pleading Eyes on Apr 22, 2007 20:20:27 GMT -5
(Sokka and Toph drag in Pleading Eyes, who struggles and tries to claw herself across the floor and escape.)
Pleading Eyes: Let me GO!
Sokka: C'mon now! You made a commitment! Stick to it!
Pleading Eyes: But I'm not FUNNY! Especially now! I'm depressing! Look! (Stops struggling and stands up. Toph still holds on to her, just in case) Did you hear the joke about the dove?
Sokka: No... Tell us.
Pleading Eyes: It was dropped out of plane and it fell on a barbeque, just before toppling off the barbeque, into the middle of the street, and was hit by a semi-truck! ...which was filled with combustible fluids... and the bird caught fire! And it ran for a lake! Which was filled with acid... and... and... then bees came and stung it.
Sokka: 0.0 ... that's not funny!
Pleading Eyes: I TOLD you!
Sokka: Now if it was Zuko, THEN it'd be funny.
Pleading Eyes: UGH! (hides face in hands) I can't stand you Sokka! Especially when your hair is down! You look just like my stupid high school friend! I miss him...
Sokka: ...um...?
Toph: Geez, for a ladies man you sure are clueless when it comes to girls. (Shoves Sokka) Step aside, snoozels. Listen Pleading Eyes, you're a crazy person.
Pleading Eyes: Oh, THAT makes me feel better...
Toph: Hear me out! Now, you live in a crazy daze. Your own little world, even! But you need a creative source to FUEL this little crazy daze of yours. And now, without new episodes of Avatar, you're coming back to your senses!
Pleading Eyes: *drool...*
Toph: But that's okay! You're in an Avatar message board now. Everyone here feels your waiting-for-season-3-agony! So give them some ridiculous nonsense, like the kind you're spewing right now…
Pleading Eyes: TOASTER PICKLE!
Toph: ...and everyone will be happy.
Pleading Eyes: Really?
Toph: Really.
Pleading Eyes: (With newfound determination) Alright! I'll do it! Thank you borderline-schizophrenic hallucination of Toph!
Toph: (shrugs) Anytime.
Pleading Eyes: The next form please! (Toph hands her the form)
Sokka: Hey! It's my job to read the next "Whose Ship!"
Toph: No one cares, Sokka.
Pleading Eyes: And our next "Whose Ship" is... Character(s): Sokka and Zuko Location: In a padded room Situtation: Zukka fans have chucked everybody's favorite ATLA boys in to a room with nothing to do but talk about each other's feelings.
Alright then, I have a good feeling about this! Here we go!
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Sokka woke to then sensation of brightening lights. He blinked, coming to his senses, and realized that the lights were not brightening. He was just regaining consciousness. Finally, his head clear, Sokka realized that the lights were actually really friggin’ bright, and he was staring right into them.
“ARG!” the young Water Tribe warrior screamed, sitting up and clutching at his eyes. “The light! It BURNS!” Slowly though, the pain began to fade; only to make room for another pain. Sokka’s head was throbbing, as if he had just been sat on by a gorillagoat. “Son of a tigerseal…” he groaned, rubbing his sore head.
“Quite your whining, you’re making my head hurt.” A familiar voice called out from the opposite side of the room.
Sokka’s eyes snapped open. He looked across the room at the source of voice and confirmed his dread. There sat Zuko, Prince of the Fire Nation, son of Lord Ozai, and sworn enemy to the Avatar.
Well, actually, Sokka didn’t really know if Zuko was the sworn enemy of the Avatar. He didn’t even known why he was so obsessed with catching a 112 year old pre-pubescent boy. But Sokka DID know that Zuko was a jerk. An angry jerk.
“What are you doing here!?” Sokka demanded, reaching for his boomerang, which he found strangely absent.
“I could ask you the same question.” The banished Prince replied nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at the water peasant across from him.
“Hey, I’m the one asking the questions here!” Sokka insisted, standing—much to his own regret as his vision began to swim—and began charging towards his hated enemy. But the attack was over before it began; as Sokka suddenly felt a tug on his left ankle, before his leg was pulled out from under him, and he fell face-first to the floor.
“You don’t even know where you are, do you?” Zuko said, voice steady, though his words dripped with smugness.
Sokka lifted his head off of the hard, white floor. Wait, a floor? In the confusion, Sokka sat up on his knees and surveyed his surroundings. The room was all white, the walls padded and bare; save a small mirror hanging on one side, with bright lights the likes of which he had never seen before on the ceiling.
Now Sokka was more puzzled than before, but he knew he must not show this. That was just what his enemy wanted to see, weakness. Not that falling face-first on the floor doesn’t show weakness, but Sokka was choosing to ignore that portion of his attack.
The young Water Tribe warrior shifted, bringing his legs up in front of him and crossing them. It was then that he noticed what had caused him to fall. His left ankle sported a metal cuff and a chain.
“What is this!?” Sokka narrowed his eyes at the fire Prince in accusation. “Do you mean to keep me prisoner!?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Zuko said with an annoyed sigh, keeping his gaze firm on the small mirror. “The Fire Nation has no use for idiot peasants. We would have just killed you.”
Again, Sokka chose to ignore Zuko’s thinly veiled threat and instead opted for a more comfortable accusation. “You expect me to believe that? You drag me into your freaky prison cell, chain me to a wall, and then expect me to believe I’m not your prisoner!?”
Zuko rolled his eyes, arms crossed defiantly. “Oh yes, you’re SO observant!” he replied, all sarcasm. “How could I ever expect to deceive you? You notice EVERYTHING!” and Zuko gestured to his own ankle; chained in the same manner as Sokka’s.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. By Yue, what the heck was going on? It seemed both himself and Zuko were prisoners. But if it hadn’t been Zuko’s people who had imprisoned him, and it hadn’t been his allies that had imprisoned Zuko, then who was responsible?
The Water Tribe warrior’s blue eyes widened in a panic. “Oh no… Chained ankles? Crazy whacked out white room!? Being TRAPPED with someone you THINK you KNOW, but you actually KNOW more than you THINK you KNOW!? A MIRROR!?” Sokka’s breathing began to come in gasps.
“What are you prattling on about now?” Zuko groaned, bringing his hands to his temples and attempting to massage away the oncoming headache. How much longer would he have to endure this?
“I saw a movie like this once!” Sokka squealed in a panic. “In the end, people died!”
“Did they now?” Zuko said, not really caring.
“Yep!” Sokka cried out, not noticing Zuko wasn’t really listening. “They also died in the beginning… and in the middle! Actually, the whole movie was pretty much about people dying.”
“Fascinating.” Zuko stood, unable to cope with the water peasants incessant babbling any longer. “Now shut up.”
“I think the movie was called… Seen… or something.”
“That’s it!” Zuko said in exasperation, his already thin patience having been stretched too far. His arm began to glow red as the Prince flung a whip of fire in the water tribe boy’s direction. Sokka managed to evade the attack, rolling over out of harm’s way, leaving the firewhip to sail through the air, and hit the mirror on the wall.
The mirror shattered, revealing a small compartment behind it, out of which fell a small mahogany box.
Both boys stared at the box between them with suspicion, their argument of just moments prior already forgotten.
“What do you think it is?” Sokka mused aloud, not really addressing Zuko.
“A box.” Zuko replied, matter-of-factly.
“Hey!” Sokka protested, reaching out to snatch up the box. “I’m supposed to be the sarcastic one! Cut it out!”
Zuko did not even dignify Sokka’s outburst with a response, and sat down awaiting to see what the small mahogany box contained.
Sokka was not stupid. He was clumsy at times, and overzealous, sarcastic, and pessimistic. This may be confused for stupidity at times, but Sokka was anything but. He knew better than to just open a mysterious box, hiding behind a mirror, that the Fire Nation Prince had just shattered. This could all be a plan, after all.
“You open it.” Sokka said smugly, sliding the box across the floor, towards the Prince.
Zuko regarded Sokka strangely. What was the peasant up to? He took the book into his hands and settled it over his lap. It was a pretty little thing, but that came as no comfort to Zuko. The banished Prince had enough experience with fangirls to know that pretty often meant psycho.
“Meh, don’t feel like it.” Zuko said nonchalantly, placing the box to the side.
“AHA!” Sokka proclaimed triumphantly. “I KNEW it! It’s a trap! You were trying to trick me into opening that box, weren’t you!? But I’m too clever for you, yes siree.”
Zuko smirked, deciding that if he was stuck with unfavorable company, he might as well make the best of it. “You’re right. dang, I’ve been caught. You’re too clever for me.” Zuko admitted. Unfortunately for Zuko, he did not share his younger sister’s talent for acting, causing Sokka to raise a brow in suspicion.
However, fortunately for Zuko, Sokka was just at bad at interpreting people’s actions as Zuko was at faking them.
“Yeah… that’s right!” Sokka reaffirmed, just in case.
“Unless of course, I wanted you to think that.” Zuko added.
Sokka’s left eye twitched. Maybe Zuko wanted the box all for himself! Maybe he had fooled him into believing that the box was worthless or booby-trapped, knowing that Sokka would do the smart thing and hand it over! But then again, the Prince could just be wanting him to think that he thought that. Yet it was just as likely that he wanted him to think that he thought that way about what he thought!
After a few more dizzying moments of pointless—and confusing—internal conflict, Sokka came to a decision.
“Fine, I’ll open it!” Besides, curiosity was getting the better of him.
“Have it your way.” The banished Prince shrugged, sliding the box across the hard white floor, back to Sokka.
The young water tribe warrior cautiously places the box in front of him and scooted back. Then he reached an arm forward, careful to keep the rest of his body as distanced as possible, and flipped the lid. Both boys braced themselves.
Nothing.
“Well that was a complete waste of dramatic build-up.” Zuko sneered in annoyance. “So check what’s inside already, so we can get on with our lives.”
“Yes, because we obviously have SO MUCH else to do, trapped in here.” Sokka retorted, inwardly celebrating at his triumphant return to King of Sarcasm.
Inside lay a small tape recorder, not unusual in the slightest way. Of course, a tape recorder itself was unusual for Sokka and Zuko, and both boys stared at it with curiosity as Sokka lifted it from the box.
“What is this?” Sokka asked.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like it.” Zuko admitted.
“What does it do?” Sokka inquired.
“I just told you, I don’t know.” Zuko replied.
“How do you use it?” Sokka queried.
“How should I know?” Zuko retorted.
“Why do you think it was in there?” Sokka questioned.
“Damnit, stop asking me questions you know I don’t have an answer for!” Zuko snapped.
“Geez, chillax, will ya?” Sokka said, gesturing dismissively. “I just wanted to see how many different ways one could write asked and replied.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t know…” Sokka answered, not sure why he’d just said what he had just said. “It’s as if I’ve been possessed by some other being, who controls my every move and private thought!” “Ah, yes, fanfiction.” Zuko nodded sympathetically. “Well, what can you do?”
Sokka nodded, the boys had finally found some common ground; their dread for fanfiction. At any rate, this is getting boring, so let’s move on, shall we?
Sokka pressed the bright shiny button, which wasn’t at all suspect, and the tape recorder began to emit a low, scratchy noise. Both boys jumped back, then attempted to pretend they hadn’t jumped back; refusing to show fear before their opponent.
“Hell-o Prince Zuko and Warrior Sokka!” said a frighteningly chipper voice emanating from the tape recorder. “As you’ve probably realized by now, you’ve been abducted! Hurray!” cheery game-show music played behind the voice. “So, you’re probably wondering how to get out. That’s easy! You just have to play a little game with us!”
“A game?” both boys mused aloud.
“Yes, a game.” said the voice. “You see, for years us Sokka fangirls have had incredible plots and mastermind ideas, much like our widdle foo-foo-cuddly-poopsie-kins!” Sokka’s eye twitched involuntarily at this. “Unfortunately, we have a little thing called tact, so we’ve never--”
The sounds of a struggle were heard over the tape recorder, as well as several garbled comments including, “ow, my hair!”, “you *itch!”, “glitter!”, and “he’s MINE!” Sokka and Zuko just sat still, shifting uncomfortably through all this.
“AHA!” said another female voice triumphantly, taking over the tape recorder. “As my cowardly associate was saying, us Zuko fangirls are the only ones with the guts to go through with such crazy schemes.”
“You mean the only ones INSANE enough!” said the Sokka fangirl in the background.
“It’s LOVE!” retorted the Zuko fangirl.
“Psycho!” shot back the Sokka fangirl.
“Anyway,” continued the Zuko fangirl, unphased, “for all our efforts, scheming is not our strong point.” She explained. “So a bunch of us Zuko girls and a bunch of lowly Sokka girls got together and…”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOWLEY!?” shrieked the Sokka fangirl. “You’re the idiots who spend hours trying to think up a plan, and come up with ideas like: Hey, let’s cosplay as Aang. That should work!”
“It would’ve worked! You just didn’t want to shave your hair!” “It’s YOUR stupid plan! YOU shave YOUR hair!”
The struggle began anew, this time lasting for well over an hour. Zuko and Sokka, realizing that no end to the argument was in sight, went back to their respective sides of the room and lay down to rest. They would need all their strength for whatever crazy scheme these schemers were scheming, after all.
“Are you two even listening to us!?” sounded the tape recorder, several hours later. Zuko and Sokka snapped up from where they had been sleeping and muttered affirmative responses, as if the tape could hear them.
“Alright, so listen up.” Said one of the fangirls, still seeming annoyed by her company, “We’ve stuck you in this room because we’ve come to a sad conclusion.”
“You’re both psychological wrecks!” harmonized the fangirls simultaneously.
“Neither of you is in any way ready for a relationship. So, while we could have hired trained professionals to help you, we figured it’d be more cost-efficient—”
“—and entertaining—”
“—to have you two help each other deal with your issues!”
“So get to it!” said the Sokka fangirl in not-at-all-concealed excitement.
“And no funny business or we’ll shock you!” said the Zuko fangirl. As if on cue, a small electric shock ran up the cuffs around both boys ankles.
“Arguing is acceptable, but only if it leads to making-out!” said a third female voice, aka the obligatory Zukka shipper.
“WHAT!?” the two previous fangirls protested.
“Hey! You guys said that if I shelled out the cash for those electric ankle cuffs…”
“Fine, fine.” The two fangirls conceded to the Zukka shipper, who grinned from ear to ear. Don’t ask me how Zuko and Sokka could know she was grinning over an audio recording. They just KNEW.
“Good luck boys!” the voice was too eerie to be recognized, and then… nothing but silence.
Sokka looked up at Zuko in terror. Zuko held his stomach, terrified into nausea.
“Fother mucker” Sokka said, his fear activating his dormant dyslexia.
“Me sentiments exactly.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pleading Eyes: Wait, that's it!?
Toph: Why are you asking yourself? You're the one who wrote it!
Pleading Eyes: No, no it's not. Just part one. I've decided that this method of updating is more practical.
Toph: Are you ignoring me? Wait, practical!? Since when are you practical!? Now I KNOW this one's an alien clone.
Pleading Eyes: No I'm not.
Sokka: Can't argue with that logic.
Toph: *facepalm*
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Post by yasudaratsu on Apr 22, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
LOL. The Zuko and Sokka fangirls's master plan, if it worked we may never know. Keep up the great work!
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Post by taiyo *on limited hiatus* on Apr 22, 2007 21:17:39 GMT -5
LOL. I gotta karma ya when my hour is up for making me laugh so hard that I kept getting weird looks from the family. Your sense of humor is PWNSOME!!!!!!!!! EDIT: Here's teh karma!
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Post by avatarspirit on Apr 24, 2007 18:33:11 GMT -5
I have to say, the two fangirls are EVIL! and the Sokka fangirl acts WAAAAAAYYYY too weird.
*chuckles and winks at PE for the inside joke*
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Pleading Eyes
Kyoshi Mai
I feel violated... and crispy
Posts: 2,327
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Post by Pleading Eyes on Apr 26, 2007 16:46:31 GMT -5
I have to say, the two fangirls are EVIL! and the Sokka fangirl acts WAAAAAAYYYY too weird. *chuckles and winks at PE for the inside joke* Yeah, the freaks! Yet they seem somehow... familiar... *wink, wink. nudge, nudge. poke, poke, kick, kick.*
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Pleading Eyes
Kyoshi Mai
I feel violated... and crispy
Posts: 2,327
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Post by Pleading Eyes on Apr 21, 2008 23:32:16 GMT -5
Ya know, I just remembered this, and I have a question...
Who says this should be revived?
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Post by iceprincess13 on Apr 28, 2008 13:06:28 GMT -5
wow! This stuff is sooooooooo hilarious! I think I'm going to die on the floor laughing!!!!!! Thank you so much for your contribution to my death from laughter! You rock!
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Post by crystalelements on May 10, 2008 5:06:01 GMT -5
Ya know, I just remembered this, and I have a question... Who says this should be revived? I say it should definitely be revived. *shocks life into thread* I've just read this whole thing, and I have to tell you that it's absolutely HILARIOUS. The best Avatar comedy I've seen so far, really. And then I looked at the post date, and was like, "OH NOEZ! Don't tell me she's ditched the project!!!" *sob* But hey, since you're back and asking, I say go for it. This is some major entertainment for me while I wait for those stupid remaining episodes to air in JULY. dang you, Nickelodeon. dang YOUUUUU. Not only that, it's an inspiration for me. I need to start writing comedy, it's a great way to keep things upbeat, no? And just to let you know, you're brilliantly funny. Parody at its best. So don't think otherwise. Yes, I'm rambling. But only because it's past midnight here and I'm not in the least bit tired. So you get to hear me ramble. Whoo~ P.S. - I'll be happy to submit an entry whenever you decide to open it up again. I'd love to see what you'd make of my scenarios. *karmas*
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