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Post by EoHuz on Sept 9, 2003 5:45:42 GMT
"Yes, milord, I'll fill it up to the brim..." Huzgol says proudly, doing arm stretches so that she could reach the higher shelves when the need arose."Thanks, Im. I hope the rebellios elves won't be involved in this sweep!" Eowyn comments. "But it seems like my parter is way too late! I'll have to manage alone if that orc doesn't show up!"
OOC: Rhia, I'm waiting for your second character to help me out here!!! 
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Sept 9, 2003 14:28:57 GMT
ooc: Whoops, sorry ;D
bic: *walks in, muttering curses at an elf who almost runs him over with is trolley. Looks around and spots his companions near the first shelves. Shuffles up to them.* S'ry for bein' late but we had a suprise guest to take care of. *Sniggers*
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 10, 2003 8:25:49 GMT
*With all the competitors now lined up at the start the race is ready to begin.
The starter, some minor celebrity Istari who works for Palantir Vision, climbs up a set of step ladders and holds aloft a white flag.*
Competitors are you ready?
*Witchy tightens his grip on the blue plastic trolley handle, poised and ready for action. He watches the starter like a hawk and waits...*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 10, 2003 12:43:16 GMT
"Finally!" Eowyn says as she wipes her hands on her pants to wipe of the 'Boromir's Best Bubble Gum' while accumulated on her hands while searching for the trolley.
"Now you push, I'll put things in," she tells the orc, quickly hustling him to the trolley.
Huzgol quickly makes sure that her shoelaces were totally untied. This she knew was the best way of sprinting and besides, having the other teams trip on them wasn't such a bad idea now, was it?
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Sept 10, 2003 15:57:16 GMT
*Grunts but takes the trolley. Gives all the other teams long threatening glares.* Mirdautas vras! *Sniggers*
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Post by Imrel on Sept 11, 2003 3:36:34 GMT
(;D WK, you remembered PV! Hehe.)
*Im quirks an eyebrow to Skrow as if to ask, "What did he say?" but not wanting to break her concentration, she stays silent. She flexes her fingers on the bright red trolley handle, hoping they won't stick to it with sweat, and crouches slightly in the hopes of being more streamlined.*
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 12, 2003 10:21:46 GMT
GO!
The flag drops and the race is underway!
*Witchy charges forward, his robes billowing in the wind as he races through the supermarket doors and down the first aisle.*
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Post by EoHuz on Sept 13, 2003 7:01:53 GMT
Huzgol races behind the Witch King, quickly grabbing three boxes of cereal and tossing them into the trolley. She trips over her shoelace for a moment and some skin gets ripped from her knee, but as an orc, she didn't care a bit and pushed herself up again.
"Go, Grish, go!" Eowyn says, seeing that they weren't the ones in front. Hoping that they would get a better score for big items, she knocks down a bag of horse oats into the cart, knowing that it would come in useful to her if they could keeep the items the put into the trolleys when the competition ended.
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 13, 2003 7:09:32 GMT
Hurry Orc!
*The Witch King yelled over his shoulder as he negotiated a corner.*
Get the crunchy nut cornflakes!
*He pointed frantically at the higher shelf*
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 13, 2003 12:56:54 GMT
*Together with Grubby she rushes past the Witch King, throwing a few pepper balls she had found left over from the pillow fight into the direction of his hood. Dives round the corner.*
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Sept 13, 2003 13:03:55 GMT
*Tries to keep up with Eo. Speeds round the corner of an aisle and crashes into a pile of watermelons. Bonk. BonkbonkSplash* Aaaawh! *At least some of them fall into the trolley. And some more leave a nice slippery puddle on the floor. Grins and runs on*
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Huzgol the Horrid
Pizurk (Private)
Orc
Agent of Evil, Servant of Sauron, Lover of Man Flesh!
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 13, 2003 14:47:19 GMT
Eowyn shakes her head, knowing that somebody would slip badly on that watermelon. She grabs a few pinneaples and grapes, tossing them into the trolley without a care whether they would turn into pulp by the end of the competition or not.
"It's too high!" Huzgol squels, trying to grab the cornflakes but couldn't. "Will Rice Krispies do?" She takes a stack of them and shoves them into the trolley...
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 13, 2003 19:05:39 GMT
I hate rice crispies!!  *Throws the packet back at the orc and fetches the crunchy nut cornflakes himself.* Is a jobs worth doing.........aaaaaACCHHOOOO!!! *Witchy suddenly realises everyone else has overtaken him. He grabs the trolley and tries to follow the others, incapacitated by sneezing fits.* Who hath cursed me! They shall pay severely for this! Achoo! *Grabs a box of tissues off the shelf* |
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Post by Imrel on Sept 14, 2003 3:08:00 GMT
*Imrel, meanwhile, is taking a different course, figuring the best route probably isn't behind the King of Witches. Passing the fresh produce aisle, she lets out a squeal as the trolley wheels hit something slick underfoot and the whole cart goes skidding. Not stopping to see what she slipped on, Im hastily regains her balance and control of the trolley, then swerves around frantically and careers down the canned foods aisle.*
Skrowerif, canned asparagus on your left!
*She glances to her team mate.*
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Post by Skrowerif on Sept 14, 2003 6:57:24 GMT
*Skrow's feet flew from under him as he skidded on the wet floor. He landed flat on his back and took a moment to get back on his feet. He was covered in some sort of sweet smelling juice. Following Imrels command he grabbed armfuls of canned asparagus from the shelves. One can lurched off the top shelf and caught a glancing blow off his head.*
Ouch!
*Valiantly he hurried after Imrel and the trolley. He had not expected shopping to be this dangerous.*
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