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| Wooden Pistol; Rose, Alec, & Edward || Closed | |
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| BwavoBunny | May 9 2009, 05:44 AM Post #1 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Back pressed up a tree, Rose held her pistol up to her face, preparing to attack. A droplet of sweat slid down her brow and onto her eyelid but she had no time to wipe it away. This was life and death. There was no room for hesitation. With a deep breath, the fearless Lieutenant leaped from her hiding place and faced her enemy, gun aimed at his chest. "Pow pow pow! You're dead Rosie!" Alec yelled, a grin plastered on his flushed face, his own wooden gun pointed at his sister. In response, Rose clutched her chest and made a gurgled sound which she assumed a dying person made. As she stumbled about, the young girl began to narrate her 'last moments.' "The fearless Lieutenant knew that she through! That she would never see her lover again! Nor would she ever get to eat a delicious tea cake again! Or ride her pet pony, Autumn, who, despite his name, was actually a very dark-" "Oh get on with it, Rosie! Not all of your deaths have to be half an hour long," her opponent called out as he leaned heavily on the false gun. She glared at him, still holding onto her imaginary wounds, "Alec, I am a lady. A lady lieutenant at that! My death needs to be dramatic. It adds more spice to the plot line!" Alec rolled his eyes at this but said nothing. Arguing with her was like arguing with a rabid dog; you could fight all you want, but in the end she was going to rip out your jugular and give you whatever disease she had. Clearing her throat, Rose continued, now falling onto her knees. "Then, with her last breathe, Lieutenant Rose shot her vicious, horrid, and ugly killer right in the head, ending his reign of terror forever." She held up her gun and yelled, "Bang," then fell face first on the ground. "Hey! That's not fair at all! You can't do that! Then we're all dead!" Rose lifted her head, dirt smeared on half her face, "Nuh uh! Edward is still imprisoned in your dungeon." Edward, who was sitting a few feet off, waved at his elder brother with a wide smile. Alec frowned, "But what is he going to do?" Now leaning on her hands, the twelve year old girl looked at him with mild annoyance. "He's going to avenge my death, of course! He's my lover, remember?" Alec crossed his arms, obviously not liking this idea. "In case you forgot, you killed me already, in your last breath." He paused before continuing with a sly smile, "Speaking of, shouldn't you be face first in the dirt? You're dead." "Well I would be if you'd just go along with the story!" Her large eyes were narrowed, as she glared fiercely at Alec. "Why do I always have to be the 'lover' or the 'imprisoned uncle' or 'soldier Frank?' When can I be a Lieutenant?" Their younger brother's whiny voice interrupted the argument. Looking at the other boy, Alec said very matter-of-factly, "Because Rosie can twist your arm behind your back." "Oh...right." Edward leaned his face again his hand, defeated. Before the fight could continue, the children heard their names being called in for dinner. Standing up, Rose looked down at herself; her silk dress was covered in dirt and rips. She let out a groan, "Aw, mother is going to kill me!" Alec snickered as he headed for the house, "Maybe she'll let you have a dramatic death to...what was it? 'Spice up the plot line?' " He then made a B-line for the door as his sister made to go after him. "It's okay, Rosie. If she does kill you, I promise to avenge you! I am your lover after all!" Edward had made his way to her side, and smiled broadly up at her. He held tightly to her skirt more out of habit then anything. She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair a bit. "You don't even know what lover means." "Do you?" She paused, biting her lip in thought, "....well no but I'm older so I can use it." Nodding firmly she headed for the house, one hand wrapped around her sibling's shoulders and the other holding her trusted, wooden pistol. |
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