Post by tnt on Apr 1, 2007 16:45:56 GMT -5
*-As XWA continues to expand, another new face comes to the scene. He steps out of his rusty car, and slams the door behind him. The car being the pile of tin that it is, nearly explodes. The door that was slammed drops off of it's hinges and smashes to the ground, forcing the guy to cringe with the loud bang.
At first sight, it's obvious that this man is not normal. His hair is done in a shag. A blue shag, to be precise. He has a warm looking black leather jacket on, partially covering up his bright yellow shirt. Though, the one thing most notable about him is his big, white, goofy grin.
The man shrugs off the loud crash and starts heading to the XWA building. Every step he takes, water sinks into his sneakers. The water in his shoes is annoying, just like a fly on a hot summer night when you're trying to sleep. The man finally become frustrated enough to stop, take his shoe off, and toss it into the parking lot. He continues to the building with one shoe loosely tied and the other in the middle of the parking lot.-*[/i]
"Stupid friggin' shoes! Why do we even NEED shoes!? GOD!"
*-He finally reaches the door, and his mouth drops at the site. On the door, a note:-*
"THIS SUCKS MORE THAN AN UN HIP OLIVE CRAYON! NO ONE LIKES OLIVE CRAYONS! BLAAARGGH! CRAYON KID SHOULDN'T NEED TO HAVE SHOES!
Oh golly, I feel sorry for the olive crayons..."
*-Crayon Kid sighs deeply. This wasn't a great start to his new job, the poor guy was locked out until he could manage to find his soaked shoe. Crayon decided to take off his other shoe and leave it in the lights of the building, where he could see it. So, he walks back out into the parking lot with nearly bare feet, only have socks to warm his feet.-*
"Where'd that lil' bugger run off too? My tootsies are freezing!"
*-After saying that sentence, "The Crazy Crayola" saw what he was looking for- his red Converse High-top, Chuck Taylor style. His lovable smile returns to the face that was blank seconds ago, and runs to it. He comes near, but suddenly-*
...
THUD!
*-A large hummer zooms by and hits his shoe. Crayon Kid shrieks, and runs to the shoe. It was flatter than paper. He drops to his knees, and picks up his thin shoe. In someone's eyes, it'd be garbage. In Crayon's eyes, it was dead. Yes, he thought the shoe was dead.-*
"M-M-M-My shoe... Be strong, buddy, just hang in there.. Please don't die on me... Please..."
*-He stands up, a look of fury radiates from his eyes.-*
"I have a hunch this was the work of a pencil crayon. PPFFFTT!"
*-Crayon drops the shoe, and scurries back to the complex. Just now was the cold air getting to him, and it wouldn't help if he had bare feet. His socks now looked almost crimson, although they were originally red...
..What man has red socks?...
Crayon Kid has finally reached the building. However, the shoe he left was now gone, and after thinking about it for a few seconds...-*
"Why in the name of the rare golden crayon would I leave my other shoe here in the first place!?"
*-Long story short- Crayon Kid's now locked out, and he hopes to the golden crayon that someone can come and help him out of this pickle.-*
At first sight, it's obvious that this man is not normal. His hair is done in a shag. A blue shag, to be precise. He has a warm looking black leather jacket on, partially covering up his bright yellow shirt. Though, the one thing most notable about him is his big, white, goofy grin.
The man shrugs off the loud crash and starts heading to the XWA building. Every step he takes, water sinks into his sneakers. The water in his shoes is annoying, just like a fly on a hot summer night when you're trying to sleep. The man finally become frustrated enough to stop, take his shoe off, and toss it into the parking lot. He continues to the building with one shoe loosely tied and the other in the middle of the parking lot.-*[/i]
"Stupid friggin' shoes! Why do we even NEED shoes!? GOD!"
*-He finally reaches the door, and his mouth drops at the site. On the door, a note:-*
*NOTICE*
To be granted permission to enter, you must have shoes on your feet at all times, unless in a locker room, and you may not have an animal with you. Thank you.
To be granted permission to enter, you must have shoes on your feet at all times, unless in a locker room, and you may not have an animal with you. Thank you.
"THIS SUCKS MORE THAN AN UN HIP OLIVE CRAYON! NO ONE LIKES OLIVE CRAYONS! BLAAARGGH! CRAYON KID SHOULDN'T NEED TO HAVE SHOES!
Oh golly, I feel sorry for the olive crayons..."
*-Crayon Kid sighs deeply. This wasn't a great start to his new job, the poor guy was locked out until he could manage to find his soaked shoe. Crayon decided to take off his other shoe and leave it in the lights of the building, where he could see it. So, he walks back out into the parking lot with nearly bare feet, only have socks to warm his feet.-*
"Where'd that lil' bugger run off too? My tootsies are freezing!"
*-After saying that sentence, "The Crazy Crayola" saw what he was looking for- his red Converse High-top, Chuck Taylor style. His lovable smile returns to the face that was blank seconds ago, and runs to it. He comes near, but suddenly-*
...
THUD!
*-A large hummer zooms by and hits his shoe. Crayon Kid shrieks, and runs to the shoe. It was flatter than paper. He drops to his knees, and picks up his thin shoe. In someone's eyes, it'd be garbage. In Crayon's eyes, it was dead. Yes, he thought the shoe was dead.-*
"M-M-M-My shoe... Be strong, buddy, just hang in there.. Please don't die on me... Please..."
*-He stands up, a look of fury radiates from his eyes.-*
"I have a hunch this was the work of a pencil crayon. PPFFFTT!"
*-Crayon drops the shoe, and scurries back to the complex. Just now was the cold air getting to him, and it wouldn't help if he had bare feet. His socks now looked almost crimson, although they were originally red...
..What man has red socks?...
Crayon Kid has finally reached the building. However, the shoe he left was now gone, and after thinking about it for a few seconds...-*
"Why in the name of the rare golden crayon would I leave my other shoe here in the first place!?"
*-Long story short- Crayon Kid's now locked out, and he hopes to the golden crayon that someone can come and help him out of this pickle.-*