| How did you lose your virginity? |
[Jan. 25th, 2004|08:52 pm] |
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Hoohoohoo! No one knows about her but me. I wait 'till no one's looking, then sneak off to see her. I like to bring her things! Good things! Heehee, meat or bones or ears or insides. Mmmm! She doesn't demand things or snap at me to make me drop them, but I love her so I bring 'em and give 'em right to her!
She doesn't talk much, or (heheheee) laugh at all, but that's okay! Hee, I can laugh for both of us! When I go to see her in the daytime, she's all warm from being in the sun, but at night she's cool and shadowy! Sometimes I can't find her right away, but if I use my nose I can! Heehee, she smells like me!
Sometimes there're bugs crawin' out of her hole, but they don't bother me! Usually they get all smushed up from me... you know. Heeheehee! Then after we're done, I lick them all out and eat them up!
Only bad part is when I get splinters. Ow ow ow! Bark in my fur I can pick out, but splinters hurt!
Character: Ed the hyena
Theme: Lion King
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| Ed's reply (Predetermined Role in Society challenge, exactly 250 words) |
[Jan. 3rd, 2004|09:23 am] |
(Oops, forgot to post the first week's here.)
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Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?
Note: Since Ed neither speaks nor really thinks, I'll be relying heavily on the "show not tell" method. Hopefully his answers will still come through clearly enough.
Ground's hard under my side, cracked and dry. Sun's hot on it and on me. Giggling, I glance around for shade; when the sun's this high, there's not much of it. Others are in it. Hoohoo! Rolling to my paws, I trot over to join them... but eyes glare and teeth snap. Heh heh heh, sunny spot's not so bad!
Flopping back down, I listen to my stomach rumble. Heeheehee. Donno why it makes me laugh, but it does! Then I hear... something. Others hear it, too. Heads lift, ears prick.
We're hungry.
The pack gets to its paws fast, and we lope behind the leader. Heehee! She gets to eat first... so long as lions aren't around. We run run run under the sun sun sun (hahahahoohoo!). Scents change as we cross into their territory. Lion-reek's everywhere. I giggle nervously; others snap at me to hush, but I can't.
Wooohooohooo! Death-smell's everywhere! Old animal grunting, trying to get up. Its got no chance now. Heh heh heh. Pack falls upon it and feasts. Its legs kick as it tries to get away. Heeheehee! No where for it to go but into our bellies!
Then... all heads lift at the sound of a lion's roar. I know what that means! Snickering, I try to snatch up a few more scraps before we have to flee. Grumbles around me, others asking why the lions get the best territory. I don't wonder, I just snicker and lick the blood from my muzzle. |
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| #3: Is there ever any reason to get blindingly drunk? |
[Jan. 3rd, 2004|09:17 am] |
Ed cocks his head to one side, blinking blankly at the question. He breaks out in giggles, then climbs to his paws and wanders off.
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Character: Ed
Fandom: Lion King
A/N: I'm following the trend of throwing the minimum word-count and the "write in first person" rules out the window. Yay, flaunting of the rules! |
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| Heeheeheehee! *wave!wave!* |
[Dec. 13th, 2003|01:27 pm] |
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OOC: I'm going to try to remember to post everything in Ed's personal LJ when I post to the community. I'll probably put a little OOC blurb at the top with a mention of whatever the week's topic to write for is.
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...Hm, not food. Hungry! Table's not food, picture-box's not food, now keyboard's not food, too... Sigh! This'd be funnier if this was made of meat! Heeheehee! Keyboard made of bones and monitor of meat and cords could be steaming, yummy, bloody, yummy intestines! Ohhohhoh! Lion intestines! Heeheehee, I like that idea! ...I'm hungry. Maybe...
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Nope, still not edible. Heeheehahahaha! Look! Now my keyboard has toothmarks in it! Heehee!
...Wonder where Shenzi and Banzai and the others are?
( From the person behind Ed's drooly, smelly, flea-bitten self. ) |
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