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Post by Racetrack on Sept 21, 2011 10:46:54 GMT -5
Racetrack was on Staten Island, and he wasn't sure how he'd gotten there.
One minute, he'd been drifting off to sleep, exhausted after a night of drinking. The next minute, he was here in this godforsaken borough...and Raven was here, too. And he might not know how they'd come to be here, but he knew what they had to do. "C'mon!" he whispered, creeping toward the cattle farm. "We gotta get 'em out without waking the farmer."
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Post by raven on Sept 21, 2011 11:01:39 GMT -5
"Can I tip one over?" Raven whispered to him as they creeped along toward the gate to the cattle farm.
"By the way...why is everything so quiet, it's just us and no other noise?" Because it was like the Twilight Zone...what the hell was the Twilight Zone, Rae though to herself and then shrugged.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 21, 2011 11:04:30 GMT -5
"Because the world is ending," Race whispered back dramatically. "The cows know it, and we know it, and we're the ones that are gonna make it happen." He looked around cautiously before unlatching the gate. "Here...hurry up and tip one, though, 'cause we gotta get 'em on the ferry."
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Post by raven on Sept 21, 2011 11:17:27 GMT -5
"The cows are going to save the world ya know," Raven said as she clasped her hands together, cracked her neck and dramtically stretched before planting both hands on a cows side and shoving it over.
"MoooOOOOoo," said the cow. "Take it all bitch," said Rae.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 21, 2011 19:28:24 GMT -5
"You sure? I could swear they was gonna end the world," Race said, shaking his head. "Oh well, c'mon, let's do this." He turned the tipped-over cow upright again, then grabbed a handy cattle prod from the ground and started herding them out of the pen. They jostled and mooed and raised quite a racket, and all of a sudden the farmhouse door burst open.
"Hey there, c'mon back here! THEM'S MY COWS!"
"Rae, you gotta distract him!" Race hissed.
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Post by raven on Sept 21, 2011 19:31:17 GMT -5
Raven had started screaming when the farmer came outside. Then she started flailing her arms over her head, still screaming as she shuffled around in front of him. It looked sort of like a crab intimidation dance.
((Don't ask...if its supposed to be dream!ridiculous it will be))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 21, 2011 19:51:51 GMT -5
The farmer was so transfixed by Raven's bizarre dance that he froze halfway to the cow pen, his shotgun clattering to the ground. He watched her with his eyes and mouth wide open in a classic, Brooklyn-style stare. Race took this opportunity to herd the cows out of the pen and halfway down the street before he yelled over his shoulder: "Raven, quit dancing and run! We'll miss the ferry!" ((Don't worry, I used to be part of TSRIRP. I can withstand levels of randomness that would kill a lesser mortal.  )) |
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Post by raven on Sept 21, 2011 19:54:57 GMT -5
Raven finished off her intimidation dance by raising her arms over her head and cawing at the farmer. "Ca caw!" She turned and started running toward Race.
"Let's go!"
((This is so funny, I already know how this thread ends lol I see it in my mind))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 21, 2011 21:15:35 GMT -5
((Oh gosh, so do I, and now I'm dying to see if we had the same thought.))
Race dropped the cattle prod and grabbed Raven's hand, running straight at the herd of cows. The terrified cows went charging through the streets of Staten Island. Luckily, there were no people around for them to trample. Soon they reached the river, where the ferry was docked. Race began smacking the cows on the rump, and one by one, they leapt high into the air and went sailing onto the deck of the ferry. One of them overshot and went all the way over the moon. Race followed it with his eyes and sighed. "Looks like we lost one."
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Post by raven on Sept 21, 2011 21:24:02 GMT -5
"Its gone to a better place," Raven said with a nod and then looked at Race. "Well come on! We gotta get these cows to Hattan STAT!" She kicked one of the cows in the ass and then hopped onto the ferry herself.
Suddenly the ferry started to pull away from the docks, "RACE!"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 10:12:37 GMT -5
"Noooo!" Race cried, reaching dramatically for her hand. Somehow this reminded him vaguely of something else...
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Post by raven on Sept 22, 2011 10:54:00 GMT -5
"Race jump! You gotta!" Raven cried, trying to reach for his hand, stretching out over the water as dramtically as possible.
((this thread makes me laugh out loud))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 17:37:31 GMT -5
Race bent his knees and jumped, sailing through the air and just managing to catch Raven's hand. With her help, he pulled himself on board. "Cristo santo!" he yelled. "Remind me never to do this again. I need a drink." He crouched down beside one of the cows and squeezed some milk into his mouth. "That's better."
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Post by raven on Sept 22, 2011 20:12:07 GMT -5
Raven stood over him and raised an eyebrow. "Was that chocolate milk or am I really going nut?" Then she noticed the brown cows. "They really do squirt chocolate milk...wow."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 22, 2011 21:03:38 GMT -5
Race laughed. "'Course they do! Where d'you think it comes from? And the pink cows give strawberry milk! And the purple cows...well, we don't talk about them." The ferry went sailing past a tropical island. A bunch of boys were having a party on the beach. Race recognized all of them--Boots and Snipeshooter, Crutchy and Dutchy, Snoddy, Swifty, Snitch, Pie Eater, Itey, and Jake--all the Duane Street newsies he hadn't seen in an inexplicably long time. "Hey, guys! Guys! Y'know the world's ending?" he called out.
"We know!" Crutchy yelled back, waving his crutch. "Hence the party!" He grinned widely and clinked his glass of tequila against Snipeshooter's. The cows all began to moo furiously at the moon.
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