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The Adventures of Crack and Crank |
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Char:
Crank
Age: 18
Looks: Dark gray hair, with a bit of lavender tinge to it; esp. when light hits it. A good healthy skin tone with slightly slanted charcoal eyes. He has a messy hair slipt down the right side. He is a good height, and is somewhat lanky. He likes wearing blazers with 3/4 sleeves and regular black tee-shirts. Pants are either skinny jeans, well-fitted, or sweats (PJ). Wears Converse or slip-ons (like the Nike ones, were there is only a wide band convering the top of the ball of your foot. If that makes any sense. For PJ only). Wears a take top as an undershirt at all times.
Personality: NOT a morning person. He's very... cranky when he doesn't get his extra hours of sleep. He's actually a very paitent person, and can handle most situations well. He has a super weakness for stupidity; so much, that he is sometimes stunned, and inspired.
Crack
Age: 17
Looks: A blonde with blue eyes. His hair is usually all over the place. He has a baby face, and is kinda short (barely hits five feet five inches. BARELY. Not sure how many heads that is). He likes to wear glasses with a spiral pattern to block his eyes, and a lab coat. Usually a pair of worn out jeans and a tight light green shirt underneath. He also likes goggles. Prefers regular running shoes.
Personality: He is catgeorized as crazy. Prefers to call himself a mad scientist. He is eccentric, and is absolutely devoted to the things he loves: ailens, cheese, gum, pigs, waffles, his best friend Crank (as in friends), and most of all, leprechauns. He had therapy for the leprechaun fetish. He loves sweets and has a tendancy to screamand create drama. Very much like a child, but he really has a heart of gold.
Leprechaun: Red beard, and a outfit of green, basically. Two feet tall, little dots for eyes. Like a chibi.
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"Crack...?"
"Silence! We must be quiet, Crank!" Crack glares at his, "assistant" (more like man-slave) and gives the universal sign to be quiet: putting the side of the index finger to the lips.
"But-"
"SILENCE, I SAY!" He leans in. Crank leaned back by reflex, as Crack continues. "I am about to make one of the most horrifying - yet slightly adorable - creatures to EVER BE FOUND ON THIS PLANET."
Crank leans back in, and lowers his eyelids in suspicion. He stares down at the test tube in between them. The green, jelly-like liquid sat still as Crack conjured up some boxes. Crank crossed his arms. He was awake on a holiday for this? He was still in his sweats! The man then proceeded to glare at the tube of green. Stupid experiment. Why the hell would Crack drag me from my house to here?
Which, by the way, was only twenty feet from his room, to Crack's garage. Hey, it was far to Crank's standards!
"Aha!"
Snapping out of it, Crank watched Crack pull out something he hadn't seen in months from a very discreet-looking box. His eyes widened, and he took an instinctive step back.
"Crack," he stared slowly. "What did the doctor say about keeping the hat...?"
Crack looked at him, then the hat. "He said to get rid of it." Crack's hold on the hat tightened. "But I love my Leprechaun hat!" He then cackled. "NO ONE SHALL TAKE MY HAT FROM ME. NO ONE!"
"Crack, you spent a year in therapy for this. Give Crank the hat..."
"NEVER!" Crack hissed. "Besides, this is the key to all our worries, Crank!"
That's what you said last time when you tried to create cheese with a bull and two pieces of gum. He mentally shivered. He was NEVER reliving that AGAIN.
"Don't tell me you're gonna try to create an Irish clown!" Crank slowly approached the man with the green hat. "Those exist, Crack..."
Crack laughed. "Of course not, silly!" Crack held up the test tube, and pulled out the stopper. He grinned his usualy half-crazy, three-fourths-nutjob, and a fourth happy smile. Crank relaxed, and closed his eyes.
"I'm gonna make a Leprechaun!"
Crank immediately broke two blood vessels in his eyes.
"WHAT?!" Crack looked slightly afraid of the red-eyed Crank, but managed to pour the fluid into the hate, and he immediately tossed it onto the floor.
Crank screamed like a little girl.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
Crank looks up, and spies nothing had happened. But now there was a new lawn ordament in the garage.
"Top of the mornin' to ya!" The trinket tilted its hat. Crank blankly stared at it.
"IT LIVES!" Crack screamed, and runs to hug it. The creature takes a side step, and Crack goes running into the wall.
"Oh, ho ho! Trying to catch me now, eh?" The small little man clicked his heels, and began hopping all over the room.
Crank watches in horror, as Crack chases with over-flowing enthsuiasm.
"Catch me if you can!" And the living, breathing LEPRECHAUN runs out of the garage, and into the streets.
Crank continues to stare blankly at where the thing first greeted them. HOLY BANANAS. CRACK ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING LIVE! BETTER YET, HE MADE SOMETHING AT ALL!
As he contemplated the end of the world, Crack cries, "NOOOOOO! MY LEPRECHAUN!"
He snaps out of it, and then bites out, "What did I tell you about you and that stupid leprechaun fetish you have!"
Crack grins again. "That I shouldn't be anyway in a fifteen mile radius!"
"Yet you made one."
"I know!" Stars in his eyes, his cheek on his palm, an elbow on his work station, and a little drool coming out of his mouth, he adds "Ain't it great?"
"Your freaking little man of Irish hertitage just ran onto the streets!"
"Wha?"
"The thing ran away!"
"Huh?" His eyes were barely focoused on him. After a second of thinking, Crank shouts, "THE LEPRECHAUN WANTS TO LEAD YOU TO HIS POT OF GOLD!"
"LET'S GO ON AN ADVENTURE TODAY, CRANK!" Suddenly, Crack is clad in an explorer's outfit.
Crank slaps his forehead. What have I done?
So the two begin searching for the little man, and everytime Crack sees a rainbow, he screams, "LEPPY, COME TO DADDY!"
And he cries when he only gets a lollipop from a nice old lady who finds him.
They search all day, but nothing. They put signs for the lost creature:
"LOST: LEEPPPYYY Mechanical Lawn Ordinment
Description: HE'S A LEPRECHAUN, DUH! About two feet tall, with a red beard, and a green outfit. It can talk, and has the ability to walk/run around.
If found, please call: (xxx) xxx-xxxx
LEEPPPYYY, COME HOME!"
 Ukeire · Thu May 21, 2009 @ 04:05am · 0 Comments |
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