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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:13 pm
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Remy's alarm buzzed and the hung-over hero groaned and sat up, turned the alarm off and blinked a couple of times. I really need to be a billionaire for this whole hero thing to work out. Remy thought and yawned as he got up to go find his clothes. I mean sure, I'm up to my eyeballs in swooning chicks and plenty of alcohol to fill a lake, but that sh*t doesn't pay. Remy thought with a sigh as he finally got dressed and began combing through the fridge for leftovers. "I gotta thank that mayor, if it wasn't for him throwing a party every time I put that one guy in jail, I'd be out on the streets, dead in an alley somewhere. Ah, those little hotdogs they served on toothpicks. Score." Remy chirped as he grabbed the plate, devoured its contents and put it in the sink. "Okay, now for another day of saying Giggity and fighting crime, and if I have some free time, maybe I'll go see if my arch-nemesis wants to play checkers." Remy said with a chuckle as he grabbed his jacket, shades, keys and iPod before heading outside for a little walk.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 6:18 am
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Prince hadn't slept the whole night. He was busy putting together a blaster ray for today's "expedition" or what he calls "part of his courtship". He had on his jumper suit although his villainous, all-white 'uniform' was just underneath it, showing some parts of the elegant garments reminiscent of a 19th century gentleman's attire but with a trench coat and a modernized quality to it. He had his adjusting monocle on as well since he used it to zoom in and out to make sure his inventions are perfect when he gets to use them. Over his face was a soldering mask and in his hand, a soldering iron. The sparks flew up uncontrollably revealing a scene that looks like an old science fiction movie. The prince was working in the darkness, lighted only by the orange light surrounded by machinery and humanoid dolls.
The cranky prince finished his little 'project' at around six o'clock in the morning and he got off his chair, dropping the soldering iron on the table and taking off his mask, only to drop on the floor, exhausted, with his disheveled brown bangs falling onto his face as he tried to blow them out of his field of view. His smart computer that ran the security system of his new hideout made an alarm noise and a small LCD screen came down from above supported by a mechanical arm until it was near enough to Prince's face to annoy the life out of him.
"Good morning, Sir James Francis Ellington. Lady Ashriel has gone out of the house. What would you like to do?" Several options popped up on the screen from which the prince could choose. "Shut up! It isn't a good morning. And stop calling me 'sir'. That makes me sound like a knight" he managed to say in mumbles. The supercomputer replied, "Oh! But I thought you wanted to be addressed with respect?" Prince sighed, thinking of reprogramming the computer's 'brain' since it turns out, apparently, he hadn't done a good job. "Uhh... Let's see. How about 'Your Higness'?" The computer rejected his request, stating on the screen the requirements of being called 'Your Highness', one of which stating you have to belong to a royal family.
Prince sat up, groaning before he replied, still angry, "You know what? Just call me Cloud Prince like the rest of them and get me my breakfast before I shut you down!" He tapped the LCD screen several times, inputting his password and choosing from the weapons in his inventory to be readied before he plopped back down on the floor out of sheer exhaustion. "I sure bet Ash wouldn't do this to me" He grumbled.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 6:57 am
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Even though her lousy appartment was only a block or so away from the hideout, Bea would call in just to make sure Boss knew that she was on her way. After all, one never knew what sort of things could happen, right? Well, at least as far as annoying people, traffic, and other various factors went. Being careful as to not expose the contents of her purse, Bea whipped out her cellphone to do just that. As she waited to hear whether or not he'd answer this morning, Beatrice walked quickly and with a stride in her step, not daring to waste any more time than necessary. Part of her couldn't help but feel embarassed with herself, going as far as she did to make herself out to be as attentive and effective an employee as possible. It was a wonder why she chose to be a full-time henchman versus attending college like she should've.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 12:54 pm
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"Okay, what's on the to-do list besides sober up and get wasted?" Remy asked to himself as he fondled around in his pockets for a piece of crumpled up paper. "Lets see, I'm up, I remembered to put pants on, I ate, have keys, ah here it is: Annoy the f*ck out of someone. But who?" Remy pondered as his brain flipped through its contact list. Arch enemy, nah. Arch Enemy's sexy hench? Hmm, pass. Then there's our flustered donut-hating meter-maid, nope. Ash, on the Do-not-bug list, Ash's friend, tried and failed. God, why is there no one to annoy?! Remy thought with a frustrated sigh. "I suppose I could go run a marathon or something just for the hell of it." Remy said with a shrug.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 1:44 am
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"Prince from the clouds, my foot!" He was grumbling to himself when his cellphone rang. He searched through his coat to find the little thing, advanced as it was, the ringtone pissed him off but it was necessary or he wouldn't even bother picking it up.
"Oh, Beatrice! You're on your way?" He asked, now knowing someone's there to pick up after him. "Alright, when you get here, could you please pick me off the floor, get me on some kind of cushion and get my breakfast from the microwave? I'm sure Evil Genius Assistance 2000 has got my breakfast ready. I'm just too lazy to get it." Evil Genus Assistance 2000 or EGA for short was what Prince called his computer for the heck of it. He, himself, stayed on the floor, listening to the sound of the supercomputer readying his 'toys' and placing them on the table for him to pick up later. "Oh, Ash. Wonderful Ashriel. I wish to visit you now. If only I could pick myself off the floor"
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:38 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:05 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:12 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:42 am
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"Planning, eh?" Prince asked before he actually started to think. "Actually, I haven't thought of that yet. But I thought we should bring my blaster ray, drill tank, sonar screech and snack machine"
Of course, he would come over prepared and end up not using a lot of the things he decided to bring but that's how he was. Any who, he could use the remote controlled drill tank to bust out of jail or even just use his sonar screech to distract the guards while he stole the keys. Either way, no matter how prepared he comes, that perverted s.o.b hero would still catch him and throw him in jail without even thinking first to make sure he couldn't actually escape. "Well, I've got you, Ash and a drill tank. What more could I ask for?" Prince laughed loudly over the phone, thinking about what he'd do this time. It seems as though he had exhausted all means of grand entrances and magnificent schemes only to be embarrassed in the end. Somehow, he didn't think about that.
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