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Post by mysteriouscreep on Jun 9, 2005 2:48:20 GMT -5
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Post by PJ on Jun 9, 2005 4:17:39 GMT -5
“I can do whatever I want. I'm eccentric. Grr.” Tragedy said calmly. Heh. Bookmarked! This is cool. I LOVED the movie. Oh, and my dear Bung: Samuel was in the VIP Bar when he died unexpectedly, thus throwing him out of this truly excellent story. SO yeah, this story rox. Will you have the Sleep Disorder thing?
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Post by j42 on Jun 9, 2005 13:19:10 GMT -5
I saw and enjoyed Rat Race. Rowan Atkinson was hilarious as ever... Yeah, Rowan was my favourite.
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Post by BSam on Jun 9, 2005 18:50:44 GMT -5
so wasn't his best role, he was better in stuff like blackadder, or thin blue line
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Post by Ennui on Jun 9, 2005 23:30:11 GMT -5
Obviously. He was pretty standard relatively. But he still made the film...
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Jun 10, 2005 0:16:59 GMT -5
I loved Rat Race, and this seems to have a promising start. I just wish I was around to read it.
For those who are interested, I managed to wrangle a night of internet on my brother's computer.
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Post by mysteriouscreep on Jun 10, 2005 11:02:58 GMT -5
Amber was first to the Main Chamber, with Minocher by her side. She was pulling him by his arm, even though he needed no encouragement.
“Minoo!” she yelled, noticing the doors at the bottom of the steps burst open, Emily and Philip – hand in hand – and Patricia and Pauli running out of them. Emily tripped over the hem of her long weave skirt, with Philip, Patricia and Pauli falling on top of her. Moans filled the corner of the room.
Derik ran out of the doorway, and ran over the heap of people in the way. They moaned at him, but he was running to the bar. When he got there, he looked around. Sam was no where to be seen. His martini was still on the bar, the level of liquid gone down substantially. He went around the corner of the bar, and then saw him.
On the floor was Samuel, inebriated as ever. His mouth looked rabid with the amount of drool, and he was twitching slightly. Derik cursed to himself and then ran out of the door, only to see a limping Emily being pulled by Philip out of the Main Chamber, into the outside. Derik ran to the other side of the Chamber, grabbed his coat from the rack, and, putting it on as he ran, went outside.
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Amber had since let go on Minocher’s arm, and they were both running to the end of Club 667’s parking lot. Amber withdrew a key from her pocket, and, pressing a button upon it, opened a car near her. Minocher stopped in his steps; Amber owned a soft-top, red convertible – unlike anything he had ever seen.
“Get in!” Amber said, jumping over the door and falling into her seat. Minocher nodded and ran at the car. He jumped over the door on the passenger’s seat, but, unfortunately, misjudged the jump: he landed with a leg each side of the gear stick.
However, Amber was no deterred; with Minocher’s in severe pain and gasping repeatedly, she started up the engine of her car and, changing gear – much to Minocher’s annoyance – drove out of the parking lot, on the road to Club QW.
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During this, Pauli was mounting her motorcycle. Whilst she was putting on her helmet, she felt as if more weight was being put on her bike. She turned around, and saw Patricia on the back. Pauli smiled, and handed her a helmet that was hanging on the handlebars. Revving her engine, Pauli rode out of the parking lot, Patricia behind her.
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“Give me your wallet.” Emily said firmly, holding her hand out to Philip.
“Pardon?” Philip said, blinking at her but reaching into his pocket.
“To check if we have enough Derik dollers to get half way across the Internet.” She said calmly. “Now, c’mon!”
Philip handed Emily, who accepted it forcefully. He frowned, but then ran to his jeep, taking his keys out as he went. He fiddled with several keys on the chain before getting the right one and inserting it into the lock. He called over his shoulder to Emily, but she didn’t reply. He continued to fiddle with the lock, and called over once again. No reply. He opened the door, and then looked behind him. Then he saw it.
Emily was closing the door to her green Beetle, starting the ignition and, by the time Philip’s brain registered it, driving out of the parking lot, heading down the road to Club QW.
Philip vainly ran after it, but it was all for naught. Then he decided the thrill was in the chase; he ran back to his jeep, jumped in the seat, closed the door, and started the ignition. Shifting the gear, he reversed, and then left the parking lot, in hot pursuit of Emily.
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Derik, however, had a small moped. When he got on it, he remembered that he had forgot to fill up the gas tank. Cursing himself, he ran back inside, to steal Samuel’s vehicle; a Volkswagen van, with waterbed in the back and RAPE VAN! on the side.
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Post by Antenora on Jun 10, 2005 11:05:40 GMT -5
I get a green Beetle? Neat. I think my grandfather owns a very old Beetle, although I'm not sure right now what color it is.
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Post by mysteriouscreep on Jun 10, 2005 11:36:31 GMT -5
This is a new one, I should state. Not the old ones, although they are teh sedx.
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Post by Dante on Jun 10, 2005 12:17:19 GMT -5
Good set-up. Reminds me very much of what little I can remember of the film.
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Post by Amber on Jun 10, 2005 12:24:28 GMT -5
Green(y-blue) Beetle.I like this, though I don't think I've seen Rat Race. We might have it on DVD. Red Convertible, I've always wanted one of those but I think that it wouldn't suit me at all. Like the shoes you want forever but you'll never buy.
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Post by Ennui on Jun 11, 2005 0:06:27 GMT -5
I want a silver e-type Jaguar...or a silver Bentley...
I liked my mangled jump.
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Post by mysteriouscreep on Jun 12, 2005 6:05:42 GMT -5
Amber and Minocher reached a T-junction in the road. They looked left, then right, and then decided to go left.
“I hope this leads to Club QW.” Minocher said. “Next stop, buy a map!”
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Pauli saw Amber turn left in the distance. Squinting, she noticed the T-junction and then looked right. From what she could see – which was very little, what with glasses, a motorcycle helmet and haze – turning right would result in going to an airport. Accelerating, Pauli felt Patricia’s grip tighten.
“Don’t worry,” she said loudly, “we ain’t gonna die.” She smirked at her joke.
“Okay!” Patricia yelled over the motor of the motorcycle.
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Philip was chasing Emily around the small village of Proboard. Most of the contestants had since driven through, but Emily was being difficult. Turning odd corners, going in the most difficult of places; Philip could only assume she was trying to lose him.
Familiar with the layout of the village, when Emily turned a corner, Philip knew that there were roads off of it, but they were all dead ends. Smiling to himself, he accelerated, but regretted it soon after. The roads of the village were cobblestone, and a jeep, however rough-terrain-sustainable it is, cannot bear the bumpiness and speed mixed. Philip braked instantly.
He jumped out of his jeep, and ran down the road. After tripping over a particularly large cobblestone, he continued running and then turned a corner. He smiled as he saw the green Beetle sitting right at the end of the road. He ran to it, but his attention was drawn away by a sound behind him.
He turned around and saw his jeep starting to move. He starting running on instinct. The jeep was moving faster, and as if in synch’, Philip ran faster also. The last thing Philip saw was a shimmer of orange and black, and he could swear he heard a cackle.
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Derik was laboriously pulling Samuel out of the Club into the back of the van. Samuel wasn’t helping either; he was fighting Derik off of him, blatantly ignoring the pleas of Derik. Derik knew what was to be done. He ran inside of the Club again.
When he exited, he was carrying a mug, with a dark substance in it. Derik ran to Samuel, and poured the liquid down his throat. Samuel’s eyes widened instantaneously, and jumped up. If one was to be sober instantly, this would be the aftermath. Samuel started going red, redder, purple, magenta. He was sweating, clutching this throat. He was trying to say something to Derik, who just stood there smirking. He reached out a hand, but before it got within a metre radius of him, Samuel collapsed onto the floor, lifeless.
Five seconds later, he awoke, bleary-eyed. He stood up – barely – and gave Derik a sarcastic look. “You ever make me have coffee again, so God help me, I will kill you.” Derik laughed and then started to explain about the meeting with Tragedy, as the clambered into the vehicle and went on their journey – finally starting.
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Post by Antenora on Jun 12, 2005 6:10:28 GMT -5
I wonder what's become of Phillip.
Keep writing; you've got me hooked.
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Post by Dante on Jun 12, 2005 6:14:11 GMT -5
BSam and coffee. Brilliant.
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