The Warring States of NPF - View Single Post - Dragon Ball RP, Chapter 1 - Hilariously Derailing One-Liner

Red Mage Black · 08-18-2011, 02:37 AM

If it wasn't for the fact his television broke, Kenny wouldn't have been here in the first place. He was missing valuable cartoon time and he had to cancel classes due to his bad mood. Luckily for his neighbors, the last few days had actually been peaceful for them with nothing breaking or falling off the walls.

"Team who now?" Kenny asked amidst the others hired. His eyes had been focused on one thing, that lone pencil on the desk. Something odd about it... something that was bugging him. Oh yeah, was that a number two or number three? His eyes glanced away from the desk and up towards the ceiling. He began to idly twist his pinky in there, wedging out a bit of nasty wax and flicking it away, probably to the chagrin of the others.

Why was he here again? All these people seemed rather odd and... wasn't he missing cartoons right about now? Oh yeah, the television is busted! Wait, how was I going to earn money for it? Right, that ad in the paper! Just one paycheck and I can actually afford something decent. This guy said it's a rescue mission right? Wait... rescue? That means clobbering thugs and being a hero, doesn't it? Quick! What would Mr. Satan do? What would Mr. Satan do? Despite it all in his thoughts, Kenny was visibly sweating and flailing his arms worriedly. Oh yeah! He would go in there, clobber the bad guys and walk away before the police showed up. Hey, isn't that guy on the right a police officer? Oh, it's just one. Right, the rescue mission. Modesty is key! We all beat up the bad guys and I hightail it out, leaving the rescued party wondering who that 'handsome devil in the stylish white headband was!'

With a huff and a puff, the psyched youth leaped on to the desk, pulled the white bandanna out and tied it on. "Worry not Mister..." He paused to look down at the placard on the desk before striking a heroic pose, hands on his hips and staring towards the wall dramatically as if looking into the great blue yonder. "Worry not Mr. Fajita! We shall rescue Team... Tree Star and restore rightful peace! For I, Kenneth Long, Master Martial Artist, pledge this so! ...and also because my tv is busted. I need the money."

08-18-2011, 02:37 AM	#5
Red Mage Black Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Where the Sun isn't so warm. Posts: 2,673	If it wasn't for the fact his television broke, Kenny wouldn't have been here in the first place. He was missing valuable cartoon time and he had to cancel classes due to his bad mood. Luckily for his neighbors, the last few days had actually been peaceful for them with nothing breaking or falling off the walls. "Team who now?" Kenny asked amidst the others hired. His eyes had been focused on one thing, that lone pencil on the desk. Something odd about it... something that was bugging him. Oh yeah, was that a number two or number three? His eyes glanced away from the desk and up towards the ceiling. He began to idly twist his pinky in there, wedging out a bit of nasty wax and flicking it away, probably to the chagrin of the others. Why was he here again? All these people seemed rather odd and... wasn't he missing cartoons right about now? Oh yeah, the television is busted! Wait, how was I going to earn money for it? Right, that ad in the paper! Just one paycheck and I can actually afford something decent. This guy said it's a rescue mission right? Wait... rescue? That means clobbering thugs and being a hero, doesn't it? Quick! What would Mr. Satan do? What would Mr. Satan do? Despite it all in his thoughts, Kenny was visibly sweating and flailing his arms worriedly. Oh yeah! He would go in there, clobber the bad guys and walk away before the police showed up. Hey, isn't that guy on the right a police officer? Oh, it's just one. Right, the rescue mission. Modesty is key! We all beat up the bad guys and I hightail it out, leaving the rescued party wondering who that 'handsome devil in the stylish white headband was!' With a huff and a puff, the psyched youth leaped on to the desk, pulled the white bandanna out and tied it on. "Worry not Mister..." He paused to look down at the placard on the desk before striking a heroic pose, hands on his hips and staring towards the wall dramatically as if looking into the great blue yonder. "Worry not Mr. Fajita! We shall rescue Team... Tree Star and restore rightful peace! For I, Kenneth Long, Master Martial Artist, pledge this so! ...and also because my tv is busted. I need the money." Last edited by Red Mage Black; 08-18-2011 at 02:43 AM.