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numberonedime.livejournal.com) wrote in tvk2011-10-20 06:17 pm
For What It's Worth - Chapter 1: To Ere is Human, to Anger is Scrooge McDuck
[He had been running frantic for what felt like hours. It may have seemed bizarre to the people he passed on the street; an old man shouting in what appeared to be a senile driven fit as he ran through the city streets. It was awkward for him to move at first, the length of his legs now almost twice of what they used to be. Tripping a few times in his panic, the old man had given himself a few scrapes and cuts on his nose and chin.]
"WHERE IS THIS PLACE?!! WHERE'S DUCKBURG?! WHERE'S ME BIN?! MY DULLGARNED MONEY BIN, WHERE YOU BE HIDIN' IT?!"
[Stopping every now and again at a street corner, the aged man looks up into the sky for any sign of a street marker above him. Finding no roads or locations which were familiar to him, the crazed old fool only continued to run about in a feverish rush. It isn't until the old man trips and falls flat on his face a third time that he goes quiet.
Laying sprawled out upon the asphalt, the old man looks up for a moment to see the strange device he awoke with only a few feet out in front of him. Having fallen from his pocket, the strange telephone looking contraption had begun to glow with activity.]
- - - The video feed begins - - - -
"Augh.. Bless me soul.. Where.. Where am I? What in the blazes has happened to my hands and feet?"
[Reaching out, the man grabs for the device and peers into it. A withered yet stern face looks into the camera of the cellular phone, a hand from off camera places a pair of spectacles upon his rather long nose. His whiskers trace down to his chin on either side of his cheeks, now stained with dirt and mud from his fall.]
"I say, is this thing.. uhh.. That is to say.."
[A puzzled face once more turns into a visage of rage and frustration.]
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO, WHO EVER YOU ARE, BUT YOU BETTER SET THINGS RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP YOU THE BRUTE FORCE OF SCROOGE MCDUCK WILL BE ON YOU LIKE BEAGLES BOYS ON ME BIN!"
"WHERE IS THIS PLACE?!! WHERE'S DUCKBURG?! WHERE'S ME BIN?! MY DULLGARNED MONEY BIN, WHERE YOU BE HIDIN' IT?!"
[Stopping every now and again at a street corner, the aged man looks up into the sky for any sign of a street marker above him. Finding no roads or locations which were familiar to him, the crazed old fool only continued to run about in a feverish rush. It isn't until the old man trips and falls flat on his face a third time that he goes quiet.
Laying sprawled out upon the asphalt, the old man looks up for a moment to see the strange device he awoke with only a few feet out in front of him. Having fallen from his pocket, the strange telephone looking contraption had begun to glow with activity.]
- - - The video feed begins - - - -
"Augh.. Bless me soul.. Where.. Where am I? What in the blazes has happened to my hands and feet?"
[Reaching out, the man grabs for the device and peers into it. A withered yet stern face looks into the camera of the cellular phone, a hand from off camera places a pair of spectacles upon his rather long nose. His whiskers trace down to his chin on either side of his cheeks, now stained with dirt and mud from his fall.]
"I say, is this thing.. uhh.. That is to say.."
[A puzzled face once more turns into a visage of rage and frustration.]
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO, WHO EVER YOU ARE, BUT YOU BETTER SET THINGS RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP YOU THE BRUTE FORCE OF SCROOGE MCDUCK WILL BE ON YOU LIKE BEAGLES BOYS ON ME BIN!"
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Well then. ]
Aha! There she is, Sir!
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"There is what? Which one now, eh?"