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kyouyasangels_inc2013-06-13 02:22 am
witchplz) wrote in kyouyasangels_inc2013-06-13 02:22 am
Borrowed from bakerstreet
The Great Escape Meme
Gadzooks! You're somewhere you don't want to be, and there's somewhere you want to be, and in between the place you don't want to be and the place you want to be is a bunch of crap! But you're not going to let that stop you, are you? No! So be bold and find a way out!
Options! If you need them. If not, yolo off into a fabled 7th option and do your own thing.
1. You're stuck in a very boring class/training session/seminar/etc. Something along those lines. You've got two tickets to that thing you like, a song in your heart, a burning need for freedom, and screw the consequences.
2. You're trapped in some sort of intangible commitment, like you vowed to forever protect something, you signed a contract which is chaffing, or you made a childhood wedding promise that said person is calling in years later. You are, in short, taking a less literal approach to a great escape. Words are your ally, as are any Ace Attorney characters (or other lawyers) who might show up and offer you legal aid in finding a loophole with escaping your obligation.
3. You are trapped in a tower, a castle ensnared by thorns, or something generally grandiose and/or fairy talesque. Magic and curses might be coming into play. Hair optional, sleep optional, holding out for a hero definitely optional. Who said you need a prince, anyway? Unless you are a prince, in which case I'll be rooting for you from the sidelines.
4. The boat you're in is sinking! Unless the place you come from doesn't have a boat, in which case the sand submarine you're in is sinking! Or plane, or castle...point being! Structure. Sinking. Find a way out. Now. Lifeboats are probably optional.
5. Your search for the fabled Lost Idol of Avri (or some other suitable item) has taken you to this isolated locale that's isolated, old, and possibly powered by ancient technology that was lost for a reason. After the big, dramatic climatic moment the eldritch powers contained by the ancient weapon was unleashed, and the area is slowly being destroyed and wait, you don't have time to read this flavor text. Move! Move! Get to the villain's airship before the place crumbles around you! Dodge those monsters, avoid those traps! Hurry!
6. Shit, let's be simple. There's a mob. Possibly of wildlife. Possibly of angry villagers carrying pitchforks and torches. And they're coming after you.
Gadzooks! You're somewhere you don't want to be, and there's somewhere you want to be, and in between the place you don't want to be and the place you want to be is a bunch of crap! But you're not going to let that stop you, are you? No! So be bold and find a way out!
Options! If you need them. If not, yolo off into a fabled 7th option and do your own thing.
1. You're stuck in a very boring class/training session/seminar/etc. Something along those lines. You've got two tickets to that thing you like, a song in your heart, a burning need for freedom, and screw the consequences.
2. You're trapped in some sort of intangible commitment, like you vowed to forever protect something, you signed a contract which is chaffing, or you made a childhood wedding promise that said person is calling in years later. You are, in short, taking a less literal approach to a great escape. Words are your ally, as are any Ace Attorney characters (or other lawyers) who might show up and offer you legal aid in finding a loophole with escaping your obligation.
3. You are trapped in a tower, a castle ensnared by thorns, or something generally grandiose and/or fairy talesque. Magic and curses might be coming into play. Hair optional, sleep optional, holding out for a hero definitely optional. Who said you need a prince, anyway? Unless you are a prince, in which case I'll be rooting for you from the sidelines.
4. The boat you're in is sinking! Unless the place you come from doesn't have a boat, in which case the sand submarine you're in is sinking! Or plane, or castle...point being! Structure. Sinking. Find a way out. Now. Lifeboats are probably optional.
5. Your search for the fabled Lost Idol of Avri (or some other suitable item) has taken you to this isolated locale that's isolated, old, and possibly powered by ancient technology that was lost for a reason. After the big, dramatic climatic moment the eldritch powers contained by the ancient weapon was unleashed, and the area is slowly being destroyed and wait, you don't have time to read this flavor text. Move! Move! Get to the villain's airship before the place crumbles around you! Dodge those monsters, avoid those traps! Hurry!
6. Shit, let's be simple. There's a mob. Possibly of wildlife. Possibly of angry villagers carrying pitchforks and torches. And they're coming after you.
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[ He kept running, his feet splashing and his legs sinking deeper into the water with each step. He could tell the ship was slowly shifting deeper into the ocean. He didn't know what the fuck was going on but guess who wasn't surprised? Yes that was Joseph Fucking Joestar, yet again trapped in another doomed adventure, but he knew just what he had to do, or at least what might work in order to save himself... oh, and the passengers, right.
It all started when Suzie decided it was time for him to cool off(she had to bail him out of jail for another bar fight: there were particularly nasty soccer enthusiasts that were already falling drunk outta their seats when he got there, so when one of them took a good look at the bartender (a girl probably half his age) and decided to stretch and grab well, they got what was theirs and Joseph didn't even know how but it ended up with him getting chased by a small group of goofy policemen. The worst part he actually got caught...
So after roughly two minutes of deliberating with himself, he was pretty convinced Suzie had meant for him to take a long, much deserved vacation. He called Speedwagon (old man never failed him) to make the necessary arrangements and after Suzie practically threw his duffle bag out the window he obviously had no choice but to go on a five star world cruise to the Caribbean.
Things were going pretty smooth on his first day; he had already flirted with three of the waitresses because most of the passengers were either really old, just married or came with the entire family; he'd also had visited the buffet about nine times, went for a swim, bathed in sunlight and drank three pitches of margaritas... yes, this was it, the life he worked so hard to achieve, if only he could have this every day. He returned to his chambers and fell asleep when his head had barely touched the pillow, happily buzzed and satisfied... This is it, he finally found it.
He woke up to the sound of water running and it made him want to pee so he got up and realized that the water was up to his knees, what the hell? did he fall asleep on the edge of the pool again? Wait, nope, those were his pants floating just beside him, and his bag... and the tv, shit.
He sighed, heavily. ]
You just gotta be fucking kiddin' me.
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See, she'd had an easy time finding five or so waiters to wait on her hand and foot, and all the families and married couples were so cute, it was always a barrel of laughs, interacting with the colorful array of characters on the ship, playing cool games with the kids, and the food was amaaaaaazing! And the captain had totally flirted with her and while that was a little weird (yikes, what IS it with older men being so cocky like that when they see a beautiful girl? Self esteem much?) she'd had a marvelous tour of the boat; the knowledge came in handy at present as she sloshed her way through hip high water on their doomed voyage.]
Maaaan, I sure wish I had two tall, manly, annoying sidekicks here with me, who'd be thrilled to carry a cutie like me on their shoulders and feed me popsicles~
[Rahzel sighed and brushed wet hair out of her eyes, glancing around the identical corridors. Yeah, she sure missed her friends. She was so lonely she was narrating! Ladies and gentlemen, Rahzel Anadis is once again lost!! Forcing a determined smirk across her pretty lips, Rahzel trudges on] No, I'm totally not lonely! I can do this on my own! I can save these people all by myself! It'd just be a pain in the keester if some fated meeting took place right now and I bumped into someone with toast or curry in their mouths! Ahahaha, that'd be ridiculous! Now what I gotta do is find some new dry underwear, maybe something with bows on it, and find the control room! Get the word out!
[The approaching shouts and hurried footfalls do little to distract her from her plans. Little does she know that as soon as she finishes that premonition, turned another flooded corner, the icy edge of the ocean creeping into their very bones with every inch it swells, she ran smack into a giant of a man, falling to her ass with a-] GUH!! HEROINE DOWN, HEROINE DOOOOWN! JACK, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! My underwear's soaked as it is! HOW DARE YOU!
MAYDAY MAYDAY
They were wearing life jackets, pff idiots, he was going to get himself out of this in a minute, he just had to reach the control room. He was still carrying the dwarf, hoping that she would stay put until they got there.
The floor beneath them shook and then he saw it, a blinding flash followed by the boisterous roar of lightning. Shit shit shit shit he had to get this done fast or else...
He finally found the main gate, he practically busted it open with his fist, no time to waste, he put the girl down before going straight to the helm. He pointed his index directly into the kid's face. ]
Stay put! And don't touch anything!
...
Ooookay... So what now?
[Alright so maybe this was a little different than an airplane crash but he could still wing it as long as the water didn't get in the control room he could try and save himself and the little dwarf, maybe if he used Hamon to prevent the water from getting in there, but then he might bust the engine or something, he hoped he didn't have to reach that point.
Goodbye Shangri-La. ]
NEVER LET ME GO, JACK
Minutes which felt like hours passed and finally they'd arrived at whatever destination this crazy muscled hunk had in mind- he set her down, shoved his grubby finger in her face and had the audacity to say that!
Rahzel promptly bites that finger and shrieks] HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY DELICATE SKIN WITH YOUR GRUBBY, SMELLY HANDS! I OUGHT TO HAVE YOU SKINNED AND MADE INTO A PURSE JUST FOR THAT! If you're trying to hijack a boat I've got news for you pal: your plans have been upstaged by a disaster!
[Crossing her arms over her chest and pondering whether or not she should kick him in the crotch, his confusion gives her pause.] Don't tell me you fell asleep in hijack school. Do you even have a plan? Whatever you were planning on doing, you should just give up now before I kick your ass. The little old ladies already stuffed their jewels when the water started flooding in.