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An RP, an a silly one, at that . . .
Our story takes place in a strange and distant land-
The fridge. Our characters are food. Talking food.
My characters;
1. Milk.
Attitude; mopey, drifting complain-y
Status; soon to spoil
2. Celery
Attitude; adventurous, conceited, rude. Has traveled around the world- erm, pantry.
Status; his leaves may be a little yellow on the the edges, but he's nowhere near the garbage heap, to quote his own words.
submitted by Alias
(January 20, 2015 - 12:36 pm)
(January 20, 2015 - 12:36 pm)
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~Celery~
The others worry. They do, of course, have cause- but one as brave as I am must be strong in times of need. The moral being at an all-time low, I decided to whip out the big guns. Peeking out of the crisper, seeing only worry and despair in the faces of my comrades, I spoke.
"Have I ever told you about my great journey to The Pantry?" Groans and exasperated sighs from all around.
"Really?"
"Again?"
"Celery, please, we've heard it millions if times."
"Don't crowd me, now, I'll tell it when I'm ready." I say, and fervently wish I had eyebrows so I could raise them.
"We know the story!" cried Milk, "Butter is right- we've heard it so many times. I could tell it myself, now, as good as you- though that's hardly an accomplishment."
"Be that as it may; I'm the only one here who's been to a forgein land, and for the benefit of all, I have a duty to tell my tale."
"Oh, please."
"Bacon's been in the freezer! The Great Man put him there by accident. He doesn't insist on telling it every five minutes."
"We're in a foreign land right now!" Squeaked Mr. Pepper and Mrs. Salt at once.
"Listen, Celery, a Shopping trip is coming, and we have other thing on our mind-"
"Quiet!" I cry. "I will have my tale heard. It was a day like any other . . . "
As if the universe itself was just as eager to interrupt my thrilling tale as my fellow groceries, the fridge door opened.
"GOOD HEAVENS, I REALLY MUST BEGIN TO CLEAR THIS WRETCHED FRIDGE," booms the mighty voice of The Great Woman, and with that she grabbed poor Milk around the middle, and hoisted her off of the top shelf.
(February 3, 2015 - 11:05 am)
Tofeefan-
Everyone was freaking out, especially a box of giant pretzels nearby.
"It's ok," I told them (him?). "It's all cool. This happened to me before. I went around the store, checked out all the sections, and then one of the giants said some uncool things and put me back. You'll go right back too, man."
The pretzels didn't believe me. Especially not when we got rolled under some brown thing and then kept going. And going. There was a bang like an earthquake, and all of the other foods screamed as we started to bump up and down. We couldn't see anythingthat was going on.
"Dudes!" I shouted, and they all went silent. "It's ok. It's just the end of the world. Go to your happy place, and live in the moment!" There was a pause, and then the canned corn started bawling and everything went downhill. And we hadn't even met the celery yet.
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