Quietly siting down at his seat in the theater, Namielus awaits the latest CPA Notable. Almindhra leaps off the stage scaring everyone. Murmurs start to echo through the crowd its getting noisy, Almindhra runs straight down the Namielus. Seeing this, fear enters Namielus’ heart, Almindhra push people aside making her way through the crowd.
Almindhra snatched at Namielus..."Take this and present the next award...Please?...I'm dying here!!"...
With a squeeze oh her legs, she ran to the nearest rest room, “Oh!...The poop is poking!!!...”
Namielus turns slightly green at that thought, as the women possessed leaps of towards the bathrooms with both legs crossed. Duel reaches out at grabs the award.
Namielus looks for a reassuring thought, the color green just enters and exits Namielus’ thought process. Green?; Namielus’ eyes tighten showing his intense thought process in action. Green, a light above Namielus clicks on, and just as quickly is smashed by firestorms body shortly after which it hits Duel freeing the award from his grasp.
“Neon Green Suit, yea, I’m wearing a neon green suit, I’m ok”, says Namielus muttering to himself, “Its gonna be fine”, Namielus runs to the front stage.
I have an award. The crown turns back. Well as it would seem our presenter Almindhra had to poop or something. But you most likely already know this because you can hear grunting noises in the background.
The award, the Picasso, on cue a stage hand turns on a projector. The room goes dark and light hits the white screen lighting up the room. A movie starts running. Hey I didn’t know there was a movie for this award.
The first title to the movie is “A Spike Lee Joint”, with this Hetemti runs up to the projection room. Within moment there is smoke coming out of the room, people start standing up in their seats to look at the room. Smoke is pouring out, and Hetemti walks out of the room covered in soot all over him, He coughs out, “That has to be the wackest joint I never try”
With that, I present the Picasso award to none other than Griffith_Se. She steps up to the platform with a completely black clad leather dress and a toothless grin on. She lifts up the award, walk back to her seat.
An English chick if I’ve ever seen one, wait I haven’t. A single loud moan goes echoes thought-out the theater. I think Almindhra is done. I’m getting out of here.
