BRR2 round 3 pt: 1

Round 3 pt 1: Live Action

Lucie was feeling guilty. Not because she left Scott in a dangerous haunted mansion, but because Mrs. Brickabracker was going to have to deal with her for months now because the chances of Scott actually doing any cleaning were slim to none. In the back of her mind thou, Lucie knew she would figure out some way to escape. Scott had proved to be quite resourceful when the situation called for it.
The storm was long gone and the cotton candy colors of day break were filling the sky. It was a beautiful time of day but in Lucie’s mind every part of the day was beautiful. It was a shame her brother could not be there to enjoy it with her. For many years the two would watch the sunrise to start off each new day together. That is until her brother started to disappear for hours on end. She had asked him to promise that every day they could watch the sunrise and set together like they had been for the past years. He, however simply shook his head and looked down at her. The bar at the top left of his monitor blinked in and out waiting impatiently for him to decide what he wanted to spell out. Then after the long pause, something rare for him, words began to flow across the screen and the monotone voice of the computers speech function kicked in.
“Sister, soon this world will change, how, I do not yet know, I can not be sure that the sun will be their in the future, all I can promise to you is a revolution.” Lucie found this statement to be unnerving. Her brother had always talked of change and his fleeting memories, now that he had begun disappearing she could only hope that he was wrong in his supposed visions of great flashes of light and shining beings of the sky. He also spoke a name only he said it just once after which he vowed to never to say it again. Lucie did not know why and her brother had no idea either all he knew was that the name filled him with dread to just think of it. He said these events occurred recently and thousands of years ago to, but as far as Lucie knew they had only been alive for five years. Lucie looked up at her brother and he looked back down at her. Then he gazed sky ward as did Lucie, he was thinking of something, what it was Lucie never found out, but after that night he was never the same again.
Lucie caught up in her day dreams was not paying attention to where she was walking and hit a tree dead on. The T.V. Sparked and hissed, it had a thick crack running from the top to the bottom of the screen. Lucie had frightened herself so badly she fell backwards on to the ground, and there she lay. As she stared up at the sky she began to remember some old names she had. “Air head” was quite frequent. “Ditz” was another common one. So many names even the one she kept was not of her or her brother‘s devising. She could still remember that day well, when she was given the name she would keep for years to come.
“Look! she’s lost her head again! She’s so loose minded that she can’t even keep track of what’s on her own shoulders!” The crowd pointed and laughed and all she could do was fidget and try and shrink away from their taunts. About that time her brother had showed up and gave the people a stern talking to like an old man would. “Aww, come on why do you always have to be so up tight?” One spectator shouted over the mob then another chimed in “This sounds familiar, what was it again.” The girl took a thoughtful pause. “ Now I remember lefty loosey and righty tighty!” She began to chant it. Her brother would have done something more to stop them, but she knew it was for the best that they just left. She tugged on one of his feathers and then the two quickly ran out the side door, back to the refuge they created in the waste lands.
Lucie sat up on the grass at the side of the road. She thought she had changed sense taking on that name, she hoped that she had changed so much in the years since her brothers capture that it’s original meaning and cruel intent would be lost, but no. Lucie was furious with herself for proving them right yet again, to the point that she reached behind her back and swung what ever it was at the tree in a rage.  Not bothering to look at the damage she had done to the innocent plant Lucie walked off, in no particular direction, just in any direction that would take her as far from anything sentient as possible.
Aside from Lucie’s issues the city would soon be facing it’s own.
“Mustard, this would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to duck behind a building every five seconds ‘cause you can’t keep your mouth shut!” The little person in the winter jacket gazed up crossly at the brim of his hat.
“Well maybe if you did what I say we could get out of this city sooner, with it’s bright colors and rancid flowers, blahh!” The decrepit looking black hat stuck what could pass for a tongue out its pseudo mouth in disgust.
“Tell me how stealing that mail pirate’s wallet was going to get us any where!” He said frustrated.
“Simple, you steal his wallet then they take us on the ship to kill us, that’s when I destroy them all, then we hijack the ship fly it to Snow’s castle and rescue what’s-his-name.” The hat was quite proud of it’s logic, and stretched itself tall.
“That would have worked, but you kind of screwed it up when you yelled “Steal his wallet!” from across the street don’t you think?” Custard knew Mustard hated being questioned, not that upsetting him would benefit either of them.
“It’s not my fault you’re a crappy pick-pocket!” The hat shouted as it frowned down at its roost.
Custard looked down for a seconded and noticed the tip of his gloved hand had faded away, Mustard became aware of this also.
“We will need to find a victim soon.” The hat’s grin reached from one side of it to the other, Custard, however was far from excited.
After many an hour of walking Lucie had at last come to a stop in front of the edge of a vast jungle. The sounds of wild animals came from deep within the thick impenetrable looking brush. Inside their would be no civilization and no people to taunt her for her moments of air-headedness. Before she entered the dark mysterious thicket of bushes and vines a thought crossed he mind and immediately came out her speakers.
“Every time I go in a “BEEP”-ing forest I end up fighting someone, I’m noticing a trend and its really getting on my “BEEP”-ing  nerves!” Lucie said miserably scowling at the looming jungle foliage that waved at her in the wind, almost as if they were beckoning her to enter.
“AAAHHHHGAAAAAAHHHH!” The shout sounded as if it came from somewhere not far into the forest. Lucie was unsure if it was a dying animal or someone being attacked by a dying animal, but despite her desire to avoid any and all people her kinder instincts forced her to charge into the forest and search for the source of the agonizing cries. She followed the noises hacking her through the thick plant life with a chair leg. It did not take her long to find the source, she pushed a branch aside only to find someone with their hands in front of their face and their head tilted back.
“AHH-AHH-AHH-CHOOOO!” The man let out a massive sneeze causing all the birds in the nearby trees to take flight.
“God, I hate those sneezes that take forever to come out!” The man said as he gingerly wiped snot onto his pant leg.
“I came all the “BEEP”-ing way out here because you had a stuck sneeze!” Lucie was furious, once again feeling stupid.
“Have some sympathy for me I’m dying over here.” Their was a sarcastic tone in his voice, then he spun around and sneezed again into his hand and wiped it on a tree.
“Would you stop doing that! You’ll attract a muffin spider!” Lucie said as she glanced over her shoulder just in case.
“A muffin spider, I’ve seen some pretty bizarre things here but I have a hard time believing that there are muffin spiders wandering this jungle.” He crossed his arms nonchalantly and stared up at Lucie who was concerned by his lack of care.
“You better believe they exist, one alone can take out a bull yagamumph in spawning season.” Lucie’s attempt to instill fear onto the spiky haired man seemed quite useless.
“Oh my, in that case you better tell me everything I should do if I don’t want to end up in a muffin spider’s stomach.” Lucie knew he was not being serious but decided to tell him either way.
“Ok, first don’t sneeze, that will attract from miles. Seconded never litter. Third avoid being near any low flying plans, those are their major food source. And last never EVER  lick your knee cap while standing on one foot!” Lucie was shivering from the thought of the horrible beasts and their intoxicating aroma of fresh backed goodness, the vested stranger showed no such fear.
“Really, that’s every thing.” Up went his leg.
“Absolutely everything.” Lucie replied.
“In that case…” Down went his head. “Prepare to face a muffin spider!” He shouted and then licked his knee repeatedly.
“We’re coming to live with the true life story of one of the many competitors of the Byako tournament!” Just then a large man with a megaphone appeared out from behind the thick bushes. He was followed by all manner of equipment from cameras to satellite dishes, all fit to broadcast the events that were to unfold across Byako. “It appears Gomi  the unwitting star of are show has finally cracked under the pressure as he can be seen here licking his own knee!“ Gomi looked up after he had licked his pants on national television, They tasted like hickory smoked beef. He was none to amused about the situation.
“You, you made me look like an idiot all across this place, millions of people saw that!” Gomi stared up at Lucie who had flipped to the exact channel where they were broadcasting the knee licking action.
“Well for your information every thing I told you is true and I had no idea that you were part of this show.” Lucie crossed her arms and turned her back to Gomi. The whole thing made her feel far better than she was a few minutes ago.
“You know what, no more screwing around this a fighting tournament and all that’s happened so far is public humiliation and a television crew!” Gomi was readying himself to make the first strike as Lucie was digging in to defend.
“Yes yes! This is gold! Quick get more of the camera crew in here I want footage of this fight form every angle!” As the director barked out orders to the scrambling camera crew Gomi had already swung at Lucie missing her arm by mere centimeters with massive metal claws.
“A little off, that won’t happen again!” He moved in for another strike waiting until he was an arms length from Lucie before attacking. Lucie was forced to block with a lamp she had acquired. The two forced their weapons together, but it didn’t seem as if Lucie would get the easy knock out like she did with her last opponent.
“Why did you come to this place, was it just to fight for kicks or do you have a purpose?” Lucie stared as much as something with ought eyes could into Gomi’s scowling face.
“I have my reasons.” Gomi had no intention of revealing any details.
“You better I won‘t have some fool waste a wish on some ridiculous greedy desire!” At that moment the set of claws changed into a long tentacle and wrenched the lamp from Lucie’s grasp. Lucie was knocked to the ground from the force and stared up at Gomi who loomed over, the tentacle now a long spear.
“That was a waste, I thought you would at least manage t-”
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Their coming! The critics are coming!” One of the panicked crew members burst through the jungle growth as if in a life or death chase. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to listen to the shouting.
“Dear god… I thought we had more time! Quickly everyone formation blue three triangle on the double!” a great bustle of activity swept across the crew as they prepared for what to them felt like judgment day. In minutes every last one of them had on fancy suits and they had even managed to load a table with refreshments of ambiguous origin. Then the sky darkened and red lightning streaked across the sky.
“The sheer amount of ominous produced by them is enough to trigger drastic and sudden weather changes!” The producer said as he moved next to Lucie, the two stared up at the thick black clouds in aw and fear of what they proceeded.
“Do you hear that boss, the music! Were all going to die!” One of the camera man clasped on to the directors shirt in panic then sagged slowly down despaired.
“Snap out of it man! Overly dramatic background music means we still have time, get in line with the rest, hurry!” The dazed man got up and brushed off his tarnished suit then dashed to the end of the row of neatly dressed crew men lined up like soldiers. Then suddenly with no warning through the thick wall of plants pulled a pitch black limo. The doors clicked open then all at once the sky cleared and the music came to it’s end.
Out of the overly long vehicle stepped two beasts, hyenas by the looks of it. Lucie standing behind the line of crew men could barley make out their shape. They walked with purpose down the long red carpet the camera men had laid out, they kept their chests out and noses in the air. Then suddenly they froze in front of the man at the end of the line, the one who had mud on his suit from the his earlier episode. Lucie could see the director in the middle of the row, it was hard not to as he was quite wide compared to the others. He turned his head and looked down to the end of the line and nervously rubbed his chins, the other members of the crew could not help but look either.
“ You!” One of the beasts said as it glared up at the camera man who was dangerously close to fainting.
“Y-Yes Mr. Ichbrav sir.” The camera man looked down terrified beyond comprehension.
“Why is the fine white suite we provided you people with for your overall outstanding pieces of work dirty.” The beast grinned wide and menacing, exposing its many sharp artificially whitened teeth.
“I-I fell sir.” He barley managed to squeak out the words then recoiled in fear.
“You fell, you fell! Ha, but that is no excuse, at least not in my book! And for destroying company property you receive the maximum punishment!” The Hyena was clearly enjoying his torment.
“No, oh god no!” the man stared down at the monster wide eyed.
“Death!” No sooner than the hairy animal say that did the man with the filthy suit simply explode, nothing more nothing less, just a classic explosion.
Lucie was mortified but what she had just witnessed but said nothing as few witness the power of a critic and live to speak of it. She felt terrible, but for the first time for some strange reason her drive to win was greater than her desire to do what was right. Then she noticed something, Gomi, the star of the show was gone. The critics who just finished talking about some matter to the crew had spun around to say something to the man who their million dollar checks relied on, but of course he was not their. There was a moment of silence, but just a moment.
“Where did he go!? Damn it, find him and find him now! This place is crawling with muffin spiders and every seconded He’s out alone in this jungle is a seconded he could be getting torn limb from limb!” The camera men scattered. Lucie was lost in the hustle and bustle and had no clue which way to go or what to do. Before she could gather her thoughts someone had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the bushes.
“ I’m not going to fight any one with people cramming cameras in my face, especially after what just happened, I don’t know how long they’ve been filming me, but just knowing that they have been for who knows how long makes my skin crawl!” Lucie saw that Gomi was quite beside himself with rage knowing that his actions were being broadcasted worldwide. “We’re still going to fight, but first we have to get as far away from those freaks as possible.” Gomi motioned for Lucie to follow then turned his metal arm into a machete and slashed at the thick bushes blocking their way.
“Dare I ask what your doing all the way out here in the jungle.” Lucie queried to Gomi who stopped massacring vegetable matter to answer her question.
“I suppose before I cut you to pieces I could answer a few questions, I had just finished a fight with some naked creeps-”
“Virgie and Dick! You better not have hurt her!” Lucie’s interruption was not helping his already fantastic mood.
“Any way, after the fight some emo looking guy should up and told me he could help get to Snow Irony sooner, I didn’t like the looks of him so I-”
“Did you see his face? Tell me anything at all!” Gomi gave Lucie a horrid look and was musing whether or not to knock her out.
“No, his hair was in his face and he was covered head to toe I couldn’t make out a thing. Can I finish the damn story now? After he offered to lead the way I told him to screw off and the next thing I know he whacked me over the head and then I woke up in this jungle. What are you doing out here?“ Lucie fidgeted not wanting to tell him the truth.
“I came out here to find my next opponent, yeah that’s it.” Lucie was proud of her self, it was not often that she lied and when she did it usually blew up in her face.
“Well then we might as well be opponents seeing as how we’ve already gone at it once.” Suddenly they herd a rustling and the two darted off to find a more secluded location. They trekked for what felt like hours Lucie enjoyed the wonderful scenery while Gomi complained about how awful the clouds of mosquitoes were. He was still ill and looked paler than when they first met, the steady loss of blood from insect bites probably was not helping much either. Then it happened he had a sneezing fit, not two or three but five sneezes in a row.
“You did not just do that, didn’t you pay attention to what I said earlier!” Lucie shook his shoulders like it would actually undo what had happened.
“Hey I’m not an etcha-sketch, besides I’m sure I can handle your little muffin spiders.” Gomi said as he ground his foot into the dirt like someone crushing a bug would.
“They eat airplanes!” Lucie was begin to get annoyed by his careless ways.
“I don’t believe that any where even in Byako there are giant Spiders that look like muffins.” Gomi crossed his arms and locked eyes with Lucie, he was about to say something but Lucie once again interrupted him.
“Don’t move.” Lucie froze, she did not dare even to flicker her screen.
“Oh what now! I suppose your going to tell me that there’s a muffin spider behind me! You know what I’m not going to look, I bet the moment I turn around your going to try and lay me out!” Gomi began to slowly walk back words no taking his eyes off Lucie who stood still as a statue. One more step and he had walked right into something spongy and warm, it smelled like-
“Muffins!” Gomi palpated the soft warm surface once more and whipped around to see none other than a big, fat, blueberry muffin situated on eight spindly black legs. It had been resting on the ground it’s form obscured by vines and branches. Then all at once it rose its legs shaking, stiff from it’s disrupted nap. Gomi backed away slowly and stood next to Lucie, they would have hid, but it was to late even without eyes the great beast had spotted them all they could do now was try and find some way to bring it down, if they failed then they were both doomed.