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Sorry, Mystique, but I couldn't resist! Here we go...
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I cIt started off as a nice, peaceful day outside Mystiques front garden, when Will Smith pulls up in a bran-spanking-new, black BMW with rocket launchers bulging out the front. He opens the tinted window and slowly puts his shades on.
"Hey, baby!" He says to Mystique. Mystique is quite confused, but before she can do anything, Will says,
"You're coming with me," and uses that weird flashy thing to wipe her memory, then quickly drives off after carefully placing her in the back seat.
Later, Mystique finds herself in the MIB HQ. Will uses the flashy thing once more to make sure she doesn't remember the way to the HQ. She has a psychiatrist staring closely at her, who is trying to get her memory back by showing her objects and asking her to name them.
First, he holds up a glove.
"Hand," she says.
"Close. It's a glove," says the psychiatrist. He tries again, this time asking her name.
"Mistake!" She replies. The psychiatrist sighs and holds up a fork.
"It's a!" she says.
The psychiatrist bursts out laughing. "No, no! Not. It's fork! We'll give it one more try."
He produces a Big Mac.
"Bug Muck!" She says.
"Oh God!" Says the psychiatrist in disbelief. "I reckon we'd better give up."
She is escorted into a lift, which takes her up to a conference room, with Sniper, Grix, er-no, shaneo and Goatboy sitting around a large, round table.
"Well hello," says Grix, welcoming Mystique. "Please take a. . ." SMACK!
"Sorry," says Mystique, drowsily. "Just get to the point."
Everyone gasps, except for shaneo who is half asleep and er-no, who is staring at her, dribbling. Mystique sits down. The chair starts to creek. She hears it and quickly stands up.
"Hey, you!" She says, referring to Goatboy. "Come here!" Goatboy complies without hesitating, trembling with excitement. Mystique quickly nicks his chair.
"Now," says Grix. "You are here because we need you to track down this fellow here," Grix points at a photograph on the table. "He has discovered life on Jupiter and wishes to use the aliens there to help him take over the world. Yes, I know, you've seen it every day in a film, but this is real, so be careful. He calls himself Elvis. We know that is not his real name, but we will refer to him by Elvis also, because we don't know his real name! He got himself a squad of bodyguards when he found out we were trailing him. Don't worry, these guys will be with you as long as they live through the mission."
"Oh God," she says, irritated. "I'll just. . .um. . .leave now." She stands up.
"Sit DOWN!" Says Grix, getting rather agitated. "I was told that you already have experience with firearms and stuff like that, when you encountered this bloke. . .erm. . .what's his name. . . Tiltawhirl, yes, ahem, so additional training isn't necessary. But how are you going to know who's who unless we properly introduce ourselves? ALL RIGHT GUYS. FRONT AND CENTRE, NOW!" Everyone lines up and, in order, says their names. Mystiques attention is destracted by a small figure, tugging at her trouser leg.
"Oh yeah," says Grix. "That's MiniMe. Okay, I don't care how you track Elvis down, just make sure you get him here, alive. Snaneo, get her kitted up and give her a descent weapon. Now GO!"
END OF PART ONE
Part two will be coming soon.
Enjoy!
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I cIt started off as a nice, peaceful day outside Mystiques front garden, when Will Smith pulls up in a bran-spanking-new, black BMW with rocket launchers bulging out the front. He opens the tinted window and slowly puts his shades on.
"Hey, baby!" He says to Mystique. Mystique is quite confused, but before she can do anything, Will says,
"You're coming with me," and uses that weird flashy thing to wipe her memory, then quickly drives off after carefully placing her in the back seat.
Later, Mystique finds herself in the MIB HQ. Will uses the flashy thing once more to make sure she doesn't remember the way to the HQ. She has a psychiatrist staring closely at her, who is trying to get her memory back by showing her objects and asking her to name them.
First, he holds up a glove.
"Hand," she says.
"Close. It's a glove," says the psychiatrist. He tries again, this time asking her name.
"Mistake!" She replies. The psychiatrist sighs and holds up a fork.
"It's a!" she says.
The psychiatrist bursts out laughing. "No, no! Not. It's fork! We'll give it one more try."
He produces a Big Mac.
"Bug Muck!" She says.
"Oh God!" Says the psychiatrist in disbelief. "I reckon we'd better give up."
She is escorted into a lift, which takes her up to a conference room, with Sniper, Grix, er-no, shaneo and Goatboy sitting around a large, round table.
"Well hello," says Grix, welcoming Mystique. "Please take a. . ." SMACK!
"Sorry," says Mystique, drowsily. "Just get to the point."
Everyone gasps, except for shaneo who is half asleep and er-no, who is staring at her, dribbling. Mystique sits down. The chair starts to creek. She hears it and quickly stands up.
"Hey, you!" She says, referring to Goatboy. "Come here!" Goatboy complies without hesitating, trembling with excitement. Mystique quickly nicks his chair.
"Now," says Grix. "You are here because we need you to track down this fellow here," Grix points at a photograph on the table. "He has discovered life on Jupiter and wishes to use the aliens there to help him take over the world. Yes, I know, you've seen it every day in a film, but this is real, so be careful. He calls himself Elvis. We know that is not his real name, but we will refer to him by Elvis also, because we don't know his real name! He got himself a squad of bodyguards when he found out we were trailing him. Don't worry, these guys will be with you as long as they live through the mission."
"Oh God," she says, irritated. "I'll just. . .um. . .leave now." She stands up.
"Sit DOWN!" Says Grix, getting rather agitated. "I was told that you already have experience with firearms and stuff like that, when you encountered this bloke. . .erm. . .what's his name. . . Tiltawhirl, yes, ahem, so additional training isn't necessary. But how are you going to know who's who unless we properly introduce ourselves? ALL RIGHT GUYS. FRONT AND CENTRE, NOW!" Everyone lines up and, in order, says their names. Mystiques attention is destracted by a small figure, tugging at her trouser leg.
"Oh yeah," says Grix. "That's MiniMe. Okay, I don't care how you track Elvis down, just make sure you get him here, alive. Snaneo, get her kitted up and give her a descent weapon. Now GO!"
END OF PART ONE
Part two will be coming soon.
Enjoy!
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not really.
that kind of thing should be kept private.
that kind of thing should be kept private.
Mystique wrote:
> ooo especially for ant
ey ey whats goin on here then
Wouldn't YOU like to know!
> ooo especially for ant
ey ey whats goin on here then
Wouldn't YOU like to know!
ooo especially for ant
ey ey whats goin on here then
ey ey whats goin on here then
POPPED, especially for Ant.
Sorry it took so long for me to post this, but my P.C started playing up and I got really frustrated with it, so I sent my fist flying straight through it, and it's just been repaired. I couldn't post this while it was at my mum's mates house, being fixed, could I?
Anyway, let's carry on with it now:
PART TWO
İİİİİİİ Mystique and Shaneo are in a weapons facility, walking towards a cabinet filled with lots of beautiful, large, juicy weapons. Once again, Mystique is distracted by a lab technician, trying out a new weapon. He can't seem to make it fire, so Mystique goes over to help. She picks up a clip on a table next to the technician and waves it in his face.
"Helps if it's got ammo in it!" she says.
Shaneo is shouting across the room, trying not to waste any more time.
"This is our standard weaponage," he says. You'll notice that it's all far more advanced than your primitive popguns." He takes out a huge, triple barrelled gun with lots of high-tech stuff connected to it.
"XP Blaster 3" he says, referring to the gun in his hands.
"Whoooooooaaaaaaaaa Mama! Now that's the sort of thing that speaks my language!" says Mystique, getting rather excited.
Shaneo takes out a tiny gun that looks like a toy water pistol and hands it to Mystique.
"Noisy cricket." He says, referring to the gun he has just handed to Mystique.
"What the hell?" she says, in disbelief, staring at the needle sized barrel on the end.. "Hey you. What the hell do you think you are doing giving me this?! I mean, you get a big meaty, XP Blaster thing and I get a little midget cricket? What do you think I am, a girl?"
"Yes, I do, actually." says Shaneo, trying to hide his laughter. "Now, you haven't handled weapons like this before, because they don't exist anywhere else, so I'm gonna take you to the firing range now to begin your enrolment."
Mystique follows closely behind, mumbling stuff to herself like, "I don't need to practice how to use this."
İİİİİİİSeveral minutes later, after walking down a long corridor, through a door, and down an even longer corridor, they eventually reach the firing range. Shaneo presses a button on a console and a door opens in the firing range with a long room behind it, with four pumpkin headed dummies lined up, close to the back wall. Mystique aims up, towards the pumpkins that rust on the shoulders of the dummies.
"Wait just one minute," says Shaneo, surprising Mystique. "Down here, it's the law to allow fully qualified personnel go first, in order to prevent hazards."
"All right, fine. But don't take too long," says Mystique.
Shaneo fires a few shots at the first dummy and disintegrates it. Mystique mumbles to herself again, then aims her gun towards the second dummy.
"Now watch closely. I'll show you that I can break this thing just by pulling the trigger."
As she squeezes the trigger, the gun starts to hum and shake. Then, a tiny, microscopic rocket emerges from the gun. It locks on to the dummy and starts to move slowly towards its target.
"I told you this thing was crap," she says, getting very frustrated and agitated. Shaneo ignores her and watches the dummy, waiting for the rocket to hit. "What's the matter with you?" She turns and also looks at the dummy. Then, three seconds later, there is a huge explosion and the most terrific boom that Mystique had ever heard.
"Cor blimey. I reckon this is the start of a beautiful friendship!" She says.
"Oooooooh," says Shaneo, edging closer to her.
"Ugh! Not with you!" She says, referring to Shaneo. She then kisses the gun. Shaneo can't believe what he is seeing!
İİİİİİİAfter Mystique has finished her little powwow, Shaneo and her both continue practising for a while.
İİİİİİİ"Okay, that's enough now," says Shaneo, getting bored.
"Oh no. Just a few more minutes," says Mystique.
"Okay, then."
İİİİİİİTen minutes later, Shaneo is getting bored again.
"Okay, that's enough now," says Shaneo, getting bored.
"Oh no. Just a few more minutes," says Mistique, again.
"Look, you'll probably be using it on the mission. We can't stay here all day!" Shaneo s getting angry and going purple in the face.
"Okay, okay."
İİİİİİİ They leave the firing range.
İİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİEND OF PART TWO
Anyway, let's carry on with it now:
PART TWO
İİİİİİİ Mystique and Shaneo are in a weapons facility, walking towards a cabinet filled with lots of beautiful, large, juicy weapons. Once again, Mystique is distracted by a lab technician, trying out a new weapon. He can't seem to make it fire, so Mystique goes over to help. She picks up a clip on a table next to the technician and waves it in his face.
"Helps if it's got ammo in it!" she says.
Shaneo is shouting across the room, trying not to waste any more time.
"This is our standard weaponage," he says. You'll notice that it's all far more advanced than your primitive popguns." He takes out a huge, triple barrelled gun with lots of high-tech stuff connected to it.
"XP Blaster 3" he says, referring to the gun in his hands.
"Whoooooooaaaaaaaaa Mama! Now that's the sort of thing that speaks my language!" says Mystique, getting rather excited.
Shaneo takes out a tiny gun that looks like a toy water pistol and hands it to Mystique.
"Noisy cricket." He says, referring to the gun he has just handed to Mystique.
"What the hell?" she says, in disbelief, staring at the needle sized barrel on the end.. "Hey you. What the hell do you think you are doing giving me this?! I mean, you get a big meaty, XP Blaster thing and I get a little midget cricket? What do you think I am, a girl?"
"Yes, I do, actually." says Shaneo, trying to hide his laughter. "Now, you haven't handled weapons like this before, because they don't exist anywhere else, so I'm gonna take you to the firing range now to begin your enrolment."
Mystique follows closely behind, mumbling stuff to herself like, "I don't need to practice how to use this."
İİİİİİİSeveral minutes later, after walking down a long corridor, through a door, and down an even longer corridor, they eventually reach the firing range. Shaneo presses a button on a console and a door opens in the firing range with a long room behind it, with four pumpkin headed dummies lined up, close to the back wall. Mystique aims up, towards the pumpkins that rust on the shoulders of the dummies.
"Wait just one minute," says Shaneo, surprising Mystique. "Down here, it's the law to allow fully qualified personnel go first, in order to prevent hazards."
"All right, fine. But don't take too long," says Mystique.
Shaneo fires a few shots at the first dummy and disintegrates it. Mystique mumbles to herself again, then aims her gun towards the second dummy.
"Now watch closely. I'll show you that I can break this thing just by pulling the trigger."
As she squeezes the trigger, the gun starts to hum and shake. Then, a tiny, microscopic rocket emerges from the gun. It locks on to the dummy and starts to move slowly towards its target.
"I told you this thing was crap," she says, getting very frustrated and agitated. Shaneo ignores her and watches the dummy, waiting for the rocket to hit. "What's the matter with you?" She turns and also looks at the dummy. Then, three seconds later, there is a huge explosion and the most terrific boom that Mystique had ever heard.
"Cor blimey. I reckon this is the start of a beautiful friendship!" She says.
"Oooooooh," says Shaneo, edging closer to her.
"Ugh! Not with you!" She says, referring to Shaneo. She then kisses the gun. Shaneo can't believe what he is seeing!
İİİİİİİAfter Mystique has finished her little powwow, Shaneo and her both continue practising for a while.
İİİİİİİ"Okay, that's enough now," says Shaneo, getting bored.
"Oh no. Just a few more minutes," says Mystique.
"Okay, then."
İİİİİİİTen minutes later, Shaneo is getting bored again.
"Okay, that's enough now," says Shaneo, getting bored.
"Oh no. Just a few more minutes," says Mistique, again.
"Look, you'll probably be using it on the mission. We can't stay here all day!" Shaneo s getting angry and going purple in the face.
"Okay, okay."
İİİİİİİ They leave the firing range.
İİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİİEND OF PART TWO
i'm sad to say that we talk a lot on MSn to each other, he doesn't seem to get the hint that I don't like him.
+ he says that stuff about my mum, but it's just a kind of code, he's hiding his true feelings.
+ he says that stuff about my mum, but it's just a kind of code, he's hiding his true feelings.
That would be wishful thinking Tilta, not even someone as stupid as me would pick a fight with a regular who's been here 400+ days. Or even pick a fight with someone about their parents if I didn't know them. What if they were dead or something?
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