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mightbeconcussed) wrote2007-09-07 04:37 pm
mightbeconcussed) wrote2007-09-07 04:37 pm
Rotm 1.7.3
So...no one said the ficlet had to be about ME. Just that it had to be about irony. When I think of the word irony I think of one thing...
“So, Ironist, we’ve got a problem,” Little Miss Vixen said as she stepped in front of the Ironist.
He pulled up short just moments before she stepped in front of him. He had known she was behind him. As part of his powersnot his obsession of LMV he always knew where she was at any given moment.
“A problem you say? Surely you jest.”
“Cut it out, Ironist. It’s Cosmogirl,” she rolled her eyes and casually flicked her whip in the direction of one of the jocks. He shied away from them just as Kid Chino walked up. The Ironist wasn’t sure if it was Kid Chino’s patented sideways glare that sent the guy running or the crack of Little Miss Vixen’s whip.
“Where is Cosmogirl?” Kid Chino asked, frantically swiveling his head in every direction as he searched for the blonde in question.
“She used her magic flask a little too much last night. She’s at home recovering,” Little Miss Vixen answered.
“Are we talking Water polo playing demon again?” The Ironist asked, bringing the conversation back to the problem at hand.
“Probably,” Little Miss Vixen said with a shrug. “Stalker in any case. He followed her home from a club several days ago. Since then she’s been swamped with flowers and candy, which you would think was a good thing but he’s started getting way weird about it.”
“Weird how?” Kid Chino asked. His overprotective instincts went on red alert when Cosmogirl was involved.
“Weird as in she’s pretty sure he was standing outside her bedroom all last night. She’s also missing a shirt she wore a couple of days ago,” Little Miss Vixen said.
“We’ll fix this. It’s what we do. Or…Kid Chino will fix it. I’ll watch and provide entertaining commentary,” the Ironist said.
“Do you know his name?” Kid Chino asked.
“Cosmogirl was pretty sure he was a not so cleverly disguised Water Polo playing demon. She has been relying on the power of her magic flask lately though and they all look alike. Plus, they shave each others chests. Ewww.”
Kid Chino squared his jaw and nodded then stormed off in the direction of the gym.
“How does he do that? I always end up falling over my own feet when I try the walk of bad ass-ery,” the Ironist groused.
Little Miss Vixen rolled her eyes and grabbed the Ironist’s wrist and pulled him in the direction of the gym.
Kid Chino, of course approached the whole idea of rescuing the damsel in distress the way he always did. That is to say, come out punching. The Ironist might have gotten a lick or two in but he used the weapon he wielded best and cut the Water Polo playing demon down to size. Little Miss Vixen decapitated him with her deadly American Express card and Kid Chino cleaned up the mess.
By the time our hard working heroes arrived back at the Super Secret Hideout, Cosmogirl had recovered from exhausting her powers. She swooned in appreciation at hearing the dastardly tale. Kid Chino caught her, of course and the rest of the evening was spent in stereotypical debauchery. That is to say, Kid Chino and the Ironist played video games while Little Miss Vixen and Cosmogirl discussed the last fashion trends and celebrity gossip.
And that was when she walked in. A California blonde with a sugar sweet southern accent and a smile to match. She was dressed in crimson from head to very fashionable toe. A syrup smile curved over her lips as she introduced herself.
“Hey…I’m The Crimson Cheerleader.”
To Be Continued
ooc:Atomic County, the Ironist, Kid Chino, Cosmogirl and Little Miss Vixen do not belong to me or Lucy. They belong to the OC and many other people who are not me.
“So, Ironist, we’ve got a problem,” Little Miss Vixen said as she stepped in front of the Ironist.
He pulled up short just moments before she stepped in front of him. He had known she was behind him. As part of his powers
“A problem you say? Surely you jest.”
“Cut it out, Ironist. It’s Cosmogirl,” she rolled her eyes and casually flicked her whip in the direction of one of the jocks. He shied away from them just as Kid Chino walked up. The Ironist wasn’t sure if it was Kid Chino’s patented sideways glare that sent the guy running or the crack of Little Miss Vixen’s whip.
“Where is Cosmogirl?” Kid Chino asked, frantically swiveling his head in every direction as he searched for the blonde in question.
“She used her magic flask a little too much last night. She’s at home recovering,” Little Miss Vixen answered.
“Are we talking Water polo playing demon again?” The Ironist asked, bringing the conversation back to the problem at hand.
“Probably,” Little Miss Vixen said with a shrug. “Stalker in any case. He followed her home from a club several days ago. Since then she’s been swamped with flowers and candy, which you would think was a good thing but he’s started getting way weird about it.”
“Weird how?” Kid Chino asked. His overprotective instincts went on red alert when Cosmogirl was involved.
“Weird as in she’s pretty sure he was standing outside her bedroom all last night. She’s also missing a shirt she wore a couple of days ago,” Little Miss Vixen said.
“We’ll fix this. It’s what we do. Or…Kid Chino will fix it. I’ll watch and provide entertaining commentary,” the Ironist said.
“Do you know his name?” Kid Chino asked.
“Cosmogirl was pretty sure he was a not so cleverly disguised Water Polo playing demon. She has been relying on the power of her magic flask lately though and they all look alike. Plus, they shave each others chests. Ewww.”
Kid Chino squared his jaw and nodded then stormed off in the direction of the gym.
“How does he do that? I always end up falling over my own feet when I try the walk of bad ass-ery,” the Ironist groused.
Little Miss Vixen rolled her eyes and grabbed the Ironist’s wrist and pulled him in the direction of the gym.
Kid Chino, of course approached the whole idea of rescuing the damsel in distress the way he always did. That is to say, come out punching. The Ironist might have gotten a lick or two in but he used the weapon he wielded best and cut the Water Polo playing demon down to size. Little Miss Vixen decapitated him with her deadly American Express card and Kid Chino cleaned up the mess.
By the time our hard working heroes arrived back at the Super Secret Hideout, Cosmogirl had recovered from exhausting her powers. She swooned in appreciation at hearing the dastardly tale. Kid Chino caught her, of course and the rest of the evening was spent in stereotypical debauchery. That is to say, Kid Chino and the Ironist played video games while Little Miss Vixen and Cosmogirl discussed the last fashion trends and celebrity gossip.
And that was when she walked in. A California blonde with a sugar sweet southern accent and a smile to match. She was dressed in crimson from head to very fashionable toe. A syrup smile curved over her lips as she introduced herself.
“Hey…I’m The Crimson Cheerleader.”
ooc:Atomic County, the Ironist, Kid Chino, Cosmogirl and Little Miss Vixen do not belong to me or Lucy. They belong to the OC and many other people who are not me.