I has a drabble.
Aug. 2nd, 2007 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solidfoamsoulWTF it's a "Whose Line" drabble?
I know. I haven't even watched WLiiA in forever!
But you see, in the group I'm a mod in, there was this challenge. And I felt teh guilties.
I'm totally stopping with MARCO speak I swears! Swear. Oh boy.
"Hey, didn't he used to be on that Jim Carrey Show?"
"Drew Carey, moron."
"Whatever. Is he famous?"
"I guess."
"What about his friend?"
Colin's head pounded and he took a moment to get his bearings before realizing his hands were tied behind him. He jerked at them slightly, then heard a moan behind him.
"Ryan?" Colin whispered and sat up. His head had been resting on Ryan's stomach. He scooted closer. His ankles were tied as well. Things were not looking good.
"It's so damn cliche," Ryan drawled, his eyelids only fluttering before barely keeping open. "A warehouse. Who even has those?"
Colin heard the voices outside again. "Shh."
"What?" Ryan tried sitting up, then yelled out in agony. Colin stood up quickly, nearly slipping in the blood that was pooling under Ryan's head. They hadn't bothered tying the taller man up. His back problem must have presented itself to them.
The old door squeeked, a lock clicked and Colin--Oh if looks could kill--Colin balanced himself on one foot. The door opened enough for one of their kidnappers to stepp into the room. Colin kicked at the door, making solid impact in the middle with an adreniline rush surpassing either Wayne or Chip, bellies full of sugary soda.
The man tumbled backwards, into the other and by the sharp thud, Colin could make a safe bet one was unconcious. However the second man was quicker. And armed.
"So you're awake." The kidnapper grinned, his gun trained on Colin.
"Colin? What happened?" Ryan asked, sounding drunk on the floor.
"It's okay, Ryan." Colin spoke evenly, drawing in deep breath. "It's okay, I'm here. We'll be fine."
Unresolved cliffhanger! I'm worse than JK Rowling. (Wrapping things up, my ass.)
Current mood:
creative
I know. I haven't even watched WLiiA in forever!
But you see, in the group I'm a mod in, there was this challenge. And I felt teh guilties.
I'm totally stopping with MARCO speak I swears! Swear. Oh boy.
"Hey, didn't he used to be on that Jim Carrey Show?"
"Drew Carey, moron."
"Whatever. Is he famous?"
"I guess."
"What about his friend?"
Colin's head pounded and he took a moment to get his bearings before realizing his hands were tied behind him. He jerked at them slightly, then heard a moan behind him.
"Ryan?" Colin whispered and sat up. His head had been resting on Ryan's stomach. He scooted closer. His ankles were tied as well. Things were not looking good.
"It's so damn cliche," Ryan drawled, his eyelids only fluttering before barely keeping open. "A warehouse. Who even has those?"
Colin heard the voices outside again. "Shh."
"What?" Ryan tried sitting up, then yelled out in agony. Colin stood up quickly, nearly slipping in the blood that was pooling under Ryan's head. They hadn't bothered tying the taller man up. His back problem must have presented itself to them.
The old door squeeked, a lock clicked and Colin--Oh if looks could kill--Colin balanced himself on one foot. The door opened enough for one of their kidnappers to stepp into the room. Colin kicked at the door, making solid impact in the middle with an adreniline rush surpassing either Wayne or Chip, bellies full of sugary soda.
The man tumbled backwards, into the other and by the sharp thud, Colin could make a safe bet one was unconcious. However the second man was quicker. And armed.
"So you're awake." The kidnapper grinned, his gun trained on Colin.
"Colin? What happened?" Ryan asked, sounding drunk on the floor.
"It's okay, Ryan." Colin spoke evenly, drawing in deep breath. "It's okay, I'm here. We'll be fine."
Unresolved cliffhanger! I'm worse than JK Rowling. (Wrapping things up, my ass.)
Current mood:
creative
