Diary mayhem

[Quasimodo]

It all started when our rp`er decided to follow the growing trend and buy us characters a diary..
Most of us was somewhat alarmed when she threw an horrific pink and fluffy notebook at us, with a smirk on her face.
Our fears came true upon the announcement:
This ONE single notebook, was meant for all NINE of our little "gang."
9 character with slack jaws stared terrified at each other, far from all of us got along the slightest in the first place.
What is to come out of it when all was to write out their innermost thought in the same book, where the prying eyes of of the rest of team Quasi could read every syllable..?

part 1

This is not quite what i had in mind when i lectured my rp`er about the value of money, and the importance of saving your coins whenever you can.
The only reason why i write in this distasteful thing at all is that she threatened to give my number one dime to Djali if i refused.
I have no idea who this Djali fellow is, but his name in the same sentence as mentioned dime doesn`t sound very reassuring.
Still, she could at least restrain from buying a book with a fluffy cover.
~Scrooge~

Those newbies recently known as members of our gang lacks everything resembling a sense of humor.
Take this Ratigan fellow for one: I was merely joking about the hilarious coincidence that his name is RATigan, and before five seconds has passed mentioned rodent is all up in my face screaming I AM NOT A RAT!

The obxnious fellow definetely crossed the line when he tried to feed me to his cat, who resembles Matchmaker a little too much for my taste. Not only does he lack humor, but a common sense of size is non existent as well.
Seriously- ..as they enjoy saying in this century.
I think i shut him up for a while when i flushed him down the bloody toilet.*snickers*

He looked like something from a horror movie when he finally managed to crawl back up, his face expression was really matching to the soundtrack "Psycho" some of us were playing in the background by then.

But he`s not the only nut case around. This Scrooge McDuck fellow has issues too.
You shouldn`t think one single coin was such a crime... they`re so shiny...
I mean, what happened to the "share what you have "spirit?
~Clopin~

MWHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!

Now i think i have the PERFECT plan to capture Anastasia. She`ll BEG me for mercy by the time i`ll finish her off.
Off course she`s not getting any..
~Rasputin~

Oh noes here we go again..
~Bartok~

Someone needs a hobby..
~Clopin~

O__O
~Quasi~

Don`t worry you three, he`ll have to get past me before he gets to perform any dark magic.

~Merlin~

Maybe Elietta will help me give him a makeover..
~Lilo~



~Puss~

..You have been playing in my son`s painting again haven`t you?
~Aramis~

[somechick]

A trend I unfortunately started. x3

Nani: -opens their fluffy book- Revenge sure is sweet. LOL RATigan! -screams of laughter- Again, no sense of humor.

[kawena]

*laughs like a nut*

[gypsyking]

PART 2

First off i want to say i`m glad someone who enjoys my misery with the walking doughnut factory.
I most certainly do not. Warren i feel your pain..
Second: it`s flattering to know i have this many fans out there. I recently figured out this thing called "Google" that everyone talks about nowadays, and just for the hell of it i enlisted myself under several of my own fanlistings. *snickers

On another note, dem other charcters says if they catch as much as a single note of "Mma ma" on youtube again i may volunteer in "Gypsies got talent" as the headless horseman.

O__O

I wonder where they got that one from?


Anywho, as my roommates is rolling their eyes as i write, i think i might enlighten all my readers\stalkers o the main point of this self-wallowing rambling.

Who would go unaffected by meeting such a adorable boy as Simon, live?


As you might already now i ADORE kids, especially the cute ones.
And i must say, you don`t meet boys quite like this one too often.

So just for that sake( and bribed with chocolate) i was convinced to play out that dreadful play date between me and the devil-ess in human form: yes i am speaking of the Asian of no name, the one known only as the Matchmaker.. never have i been this humiliated.

Everyone their own obsession, but i fail to see what Simon sees in that "woman." Neither do i see how she is claimed to be so successful in her work when she doesn`t manage to "match" herself.

I am definitely not the Yang to her Yin..(Something with a suspicious resemblance to puke is seen on diary page.)

Enough of that, i hope Esmeralda never finds out i trusted him with the map to the court of miracles. I have a reputation to think of.


Last but not least, i hope Simon doesn`t mind i (or Merlin*grumbles*) installed speed motors on his wheel chair.

I stole them from Il tempo Gigante..

( This will be edited in due time to innclude my other charries. If Simon himself has any ideas for their POV tell him to let me know ;D )

( Edit: Since i doubt you have seen the fanvideo of Clop i referred to i`ll post it here. Enjoy )

[pretty]

HAHAHAH!

Matchmaker: <3333 Oh...Clopin...

[rasputin]

Diary entry 3- aka a series of unfortunate hobbies.
(As written by Bartok)

Today i saw master baby talking a cuddly animal in shape of a little worm with a hat. This lasted several minutes before he suddenly jumped up, grabbed a book and started furiously hitting his head with it.

I am now very concerned.

Seeing as the head hitting was accompanied by snarls that sounded oddly like "Anastasia, Anastasia" over and over, i have no trouble guessing the cause of his current mental state.
Or lack of such.
I`ve been of that opinion a long time already but this incident made me realize how desperate he`s in need of something other than the Romanov girl to occupy his mind with before said mind blows for good.

But what, i simply had no clue of.
Apparently Quasi was pretty upset with master`s obsession as well, and sensitive as he is, it didn`t take him long to figure the cause to my recent downheartedness. I must say that hunchback is one of the very few sensible persons around.
Nonetheless, our remaining roommates seemed to catch interest of the subject as we discussed back and forth what`d be better do do.
Within an hour we`d set up a whole list of possibilities, and i pried to my lucky star all of those new activities would keep him too busy to even think about Anastasia anymore.

How Quasi managed to convince Rasputin long enough to at least pick up a knife and stare at a block of wood i`ll probably never know, but i suppose the time of miracles isn`t over just yet.
I must say i`m still impressed by master`s productivity.
...It wasn`t woodcarving, but he did find a new use for the knife; and the next quarter was accompanied by the soundtrack "Psycho" ( Did that musician make this piece just for Rasputin?)

Is it safe to come out yet..?

Several hours later i catched master sitting by the table, the 4 remaining fingers on his hand bandaged, ( Both hands counted) and with an unsteady and uneven miniature of the winter palace in front of him, complete with several members of the Romanov family.
I supposed that somehow, even with his life endangered, Quasi managed to teach him the skill, brave soul.
I admit it, i was impressed by Raspy`s ( hope he never sees me use his much hated nickname) newfound creativity, and complimented how he was able to stare his bitter unfortune in the eye by making this model
His smile as those words crossed my lips still gives me nightmares, and with good reason..

The next minutes of my life is better passed in silence...:


(Please skip forward to around 2:50


Fire was involved..

The fates had off course watched the whole progress from their cavern, including our epic fail, and had now decided to intervene for "the greater good" as they put it.
Rasputin`s face expression changed from reluctant and skeptic, till pure horror as the trio spoke their suggestion; KNITTING.. or more correct: spinning.


The rest of the day passed in peace and harmony with neither Rasputin nor the fates present, and believing in our success we were just about to "pour the wine and cut the cheese" when we hear an infernal cackling from the TV room.
The source of the cackling shoved to be Stitch, and everyone breathed out.

Until we realized he was watching the news..

This is what we saw:





Again, i am very concerned.

( Might continue the search in my next entry.)

[somechick]

xD WOW. Dude, Raspy, you'll never get a hobby, eh?