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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 10, 2006 19:07:24 GMT -5
(OK, this is what you get when I stay up too late and go into Root Beer withdrawel, while eating ice cream and talking to Kristen! ;D I have to decided to start a roleplay where I don't play as Ali; I PLAY AS HER PANTS!! XD Yes, that's right, throughout this RP, you will not play as your character, you will play as their pants! Dun dun duuuuuuuun! Trust me. It'll be effed up. OK, pants RP start in 3...2...)
Hello. How are you? I'm doing very well at the moment, considering I just got out of the laundry.
What are you doing right now? Having breakfast? Watching TV? I'm sitting in my closet. Yes, my closet. Counting my stitches.
Oh, I'm sorry! I haven't introduced myself yet! I am Ali Hart's pants. Just a simple pair of blue jeans to some. But one day, I shall enslave the earth!!! *insert Kristen's evil laugh here*
(XP *is dead* lmfao OK, this oughta be good. ;D)
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 10, 2006 19:11:46 GMT -5
(MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*)
Hiya!
How are you? I'm fine thanks for not asking. I'm just hot, I just got out of the dryer...The nice and hot dryer for the record.
Oh I'm so sorry I forgot to say who I am, I'm Bakura's pants. Did I forget to mention I'm the nice hot pants? Well anyways, you're about to find out what it's like to be Bakura's pants for a day...An interesting job really. But see for yourself.
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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 10, 2006 19:27:26 GMT -5
(lmao His pants are on a sugar high! XD) So, you may be wondering, what is it like to live the life of domination seeking pants? Well, each day begins about the same, but usually ends different. But, to the BEGIN part, Ali starts by putting me on first, before any other artical of clothing (I really do... ^^  . Perhaps this is why I have such a selfcentered attitude... After that its on to breakfast and out the door. Then to the part of each day I loooooooooath with a passion...for the past three years, Ali has been romantically involved with a young CEO named Seto Kaiba. The boy is fine, don't get me wrong. He reminds me of a young me. But his jeans have sort of an attitude all of there own. And because the two are consistantly wrapped in each others arms on the way to school, the entire twenty minute walk, I am forced to be very close to his pants and every so often, like today, interact with them... "Dude, I'm tellin ya, it's a must see of the year. The movie was totally goth!" I sigh and listen to his bablings. I usually have no choice. As you can see, this specimen of faded blue isn't what you'd call conquerer material, like me, but I think every once in a while, they'd make an excellent henchment. A car zooms past and splatters me with mud. Ali doesn't seem to thrilled either. "Man, that was so goth!" Seto's pants laugh. "That was not goth, you threadbare twit!" I snap, and beg Ali to break apart if only for a minute. Alas. She does not. |
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 10, 2006 19:35:53 GMT -5
(My phone is dying...Give me a half hour or so and I'll call you back. But I'll stil be on ;D)
Anyways, onto my eventful day, of course it's not really that eventful...It always seems to be the same, day in and day out, I am finally out of my closet where I spend my time staring into the darkness, wondering what it would be like to be some one else's pants. Usually Bakura doesn't have time for breakfast, instead we go off and straight for Marik's house. There, I am forced to spend hours in the same room with Marik and his girly pants. Honestly his pants are like so gay. It's so annoying, but I have no way to get out of it.
I can't really run off anywhere, that wouldn't be right, pants running down the street yelling, "Save me! Save me! Save me!" but if I could run off, my first choice would be to hide out in Starbucks and drink coffeecoffeecoffee. But since I can't do that, I'm forced to pretend to get along with Marik's pants, which isn't the easiest task.
Everyday I have to listen to him say "Like oh my gosh!" at least fifty million times, and it drives me nuts mind you. But I can't kill him. I'm to nice, I wouldn't kill anyone.
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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 10, 2006 19:54:44 GMT -5
(Whoah! His pants are SO not how I pictured. Marik's, lol, definitely, but not Bakura's.)
"So, dude, when are we doin the whole 'world domination' thing?" Seto's pants ask.
"We?" I ask, "We are not doing anything, you halfwit khakis! I will take over the world one day and then I will make sure you become a tablecloth..."
"Tch. Whatever..."
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 10, 2006 19:57:20 GMT -5
(I love the goth pants ;D)
"Like oh my gosh (omg. There I did it ;D) we like so need to do something and yeah...."
I didn't reply, hell if I'm going to talk to the halfwit gay pants. I may be bored out of my mind but I won't do that, I aboslutly refuse.
So a few minutes later Marik's pants and I are in a conversation about other pants.
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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 10, 2006 20:12:48 GMT -5
Perhaps the only thing worse than the walk to school is school itself. Math is boring, science is a drag, and history is completely inacurate! They never even mention the influence that President Washington's pants had over young America! Without those slacks, we would never have won our freedom. Pants after my own heart. Perhaps the greatest there ever were. Except for me of course.
The only thing I think makes the days worth struggling through, are the moments I share with my lab partner. Tea's skirt. Oh, when I conquer the world, my darling, you shall be my queen...
(I am SO evil! ;D)
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 10, 2006 20:16:04 GMT -5
(You're evil! ;D Rofl)
"You know who's like so totally hot?"
I of course don't want to hear the answer but I know even if I don't say anything, Marik's pants will still keep talk. So I sigh, "Who's like so totally hot?" I ask.
Marik's pants were silent for a minute before saying, "Seto's pants. You know the goth ones? The ones that think everything is like so goth!"
I'm silent, of course I know Seto's pants...I know exactly who he's talking about.
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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 10, 2006 20:31:54 GMT -5
(That is so wrong...^^; But funny!)
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 10, 2006 20:33:04 GMT -5
(It's your turn, Aly.)
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Post by Pharaoh Kay on Jul 11, 2006 12:03:15 GMT -5
((For the love of peanuts I am not doing this!))
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 11, 2006 12:37:56 GMT -5
(You don't have to. It was Aly's idea, I was reading through titles on ff.net and came across the 'These Are Not My Pants' And that's how Aly thought of this)
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Post by Pharaoh Kay on Jul 11, 2006 12:45:05 GMT -5
((*sigh* I am not related to her. lol ^__^))
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Post by Royal Vizier Kris on Jul 11, 2006 13:25:29 GMT -5
(You're not really related to her. Not by blood at least.)
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Post by High Priest Ali on Jul 11, 2006 14:22:00 GMT -5
(Thank God!!)
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. Perhaps this is why I have such a selfcentered attitude...
