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Post by The Witch King on Oct 16, 2002 20:08:37 GMT
*hears the door unlock and Grubby emerging from the cubicle. Decides to stay deadly still and not say a word, for fear of frightening her off again. As she sits down he can see her glum expression and he feels a hint of remorse. Picks nervously at a loose thread on his robes struggling for words.*
I'm sorry I yelled earlier..
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 18, 2002 13:15:58 GMT
's alright I deserved it
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 18, 2002 13:43:46 GMT
Yeah you probably did.  *Forgot for a moment that he was trying to be pleasant* No! ....no....you didn't do anything..........I was wrong. Ew! He found those words so difficult to say. *He suddenly noticed the small window in the far corner, just big enough to squeeze through. An evil plan was forming in his head. He didn't see why those nasty Rohirrim's should get his money - or Lord Elronds for that matter.* Grubby *He grinned pointing to the window* Do you fancy making a quick exit? |
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Post by Jared on Oct 18, 2002 14:20:31 GMT
Traaaaaaagic.
*arches eyebrow*
They didn't kiss and make up!
*glances around*
Well, that's how those sickeningly-sweet Elvish shows always end.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 18, 2002 14:34:39 GMT
 Well this isn't the most romantic setting is it? |
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 18, 2002 20:37:24 GMT
(OOC LOL ;D)
Grubby grins & walks to the window She tries jumping but can't quite reach it
can you give me a leg up?
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 18, 2002 21:24:57 GMT
Yeah sure..
*Goes and stands over by the window ready to throw her up*
Hurry up before that pesky Eowyn comes back!
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 18, 2002 21:55:17 GMT
she catches hold of the sill and pulls herself up the drop was larger than she thoughtand she landed on the ground outside with a crunch.
owww it's a long way down
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 9:13:04 GMT
*Being taller than Grubby he was able to reach the small window a lot easier. Pushed his arms through first and tried to wriggle his way through the narrow space. It was a tight squeeze but he managed to get his shoulders through however he got caught around the middle and wouldn't budge any further. He looked to Grubby who was still lying on the ground outside.*
I think I'm stuck..
*He struggled and kicked his legs, becoming more irate by the minute, but it was no use, he was firmly wedged in the window.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 9:21:02 GMT
*Watches in amusement* Am I allowed to gloat, Witch-King?  Hmm. Eli, do you have a lighter? Or a bow and arrow or something? These things always work in cartoons... |
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 9:38:16 GMT
*Can hear Jared behind him and really panics, thrashing his legs around wildly. He looks at Grubby wide eyed.* Quick Grubby get me out before they do something terrible to me!  |
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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 9:44:50 GMT
Eh, no? No lighter? Not even one lousy arrow?
*Fishes around in the pockets of his robes... and produces a boomerang, a small knife and an unlit torch.*
Hey, WK... do you like fire, gashes or bruises better?
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 9:52:48 GMT
*Lets out a shriek*
Stop it!
*Not used to being the 'captured' one he is unsure of how to deal with it. He had a terrible feeling of helplessness and felt a pang of sympathy for all those victims he'd tortured. He hadn't realised how horrible it felt to be caught.*
Jared, Jared!........*was trying desperately to find something useful to say to stall him.. but failed.*
You know you shouldn't even be in the girls toilets!
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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 10:02:16 GMT
*shrugs*
I'm a Ringwraith. You know, the usual scary, terrible, freaky, powerful Black Rider. I hissed at the silly waitress when she tried to stop me.
She dropped the tray.
Hey. You haven't answered my question.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 10:14:09 GMT
*His brow furrowed as he tried to recall what Jared had said.*
What was the question?
*He remembered and turned a paler shade then he was already. Cornered and helpless he resorted to attack mode.*
If you don't get me out of here in ten seconds I'll confiscate your horse, your morgul blade and all your cookery books and I'll tell Sauron that you dressed up as an Elf!
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