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| Your shoes; Something odd happens at the Halloween party (slashy) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 22, 2011, 1:08 pm (9,922 Views) | |
| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 22, 2011, 1:08 pm Post #1 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Sorry guys, I know it's not Halloween but I got this idea for a story and it can't WAIT that long Here it is Hope everybody likes it ![]() Your shoes By Cosmic Gerbil Disclaimer: It's all fiction and I don't own anything. No offence is meant to Metallica, Megadeth or any of their families or friends. 1 October 1985 It was a quiet (?) evening at the Metallimansion. Lars was playing on the Commodore 64, trying to beat his high score on Beyond the Forbidden Forest. Kirk was sitting on the black leather chair, reading a costume magazine. Cliff and James sat together on the gingham settee, drinking beer and discussing an important upcoming event. Cliff was holding a notebook in his right hand and James was firing questions at him, regarding its contents. "BBQ charcoal?" "Check". "Hot dog rolls and packets of sausages". "Check". "Beer?" "We always have beer dude". "Yeah, I know that. I meant extra beer". Cliff nodded. "Yeah. We got ten crates in the basement". "Cool", said James. "I think that's covered everything supply wise then". Cliff took another swig of beer and grinned. "Shit, this is gonna be the best Halloween Party we've ever had". "Yeah", James agreed. "A BBQ in the moonlight, loads of fancy food and beer and plenty of girls too. That reminds me...". He looked over to Lars, who was staring wide eyed at the monitor, hands glued to the joystick and a doughnut stuck in his mouth. "Lars, have you got the invitation list", James asked. "Mumphle mumphle", said Lars, trying to speak and chew his doughnut at the same time. He bit through it and it fell from his mouth to land with a soggy splat on the keyboard. He squealed and released the joystick. "Shit! Baby wipe, somebody, quick", Lars yelled, flapping his hands about. Kirk obliged by scrambling up off the settee and scurrying to the bathroom. "Lars, the invitation list", said James, pulling up a stool and sitting down next to the drummer. "How's it coming on?" "Umm, let me see", said Lars, rooting around in his jeans pocket. He fished out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it and scanned down it quickly. "OK, it's nearly done. I've just got to ring Ron again cos I rung him yesterday but he was out". "Cool, good one", said James, slapping Lars on the shoulder. "Nice to see you organised for once". Lars stuck his finger up at James and Kirk returned from the bathroom with a packet of baby wipes. "Here you are", he said, handing them to Lars. Lars dropped his list, pulled one free and began cleaning the jam off the keyboard. James bent down to retrieve the list. He was about to put it on the table, when his eyes caught something unexpected. He frowned and tapped the drummer on the back. "Yeah?", said Lars, dumping the jammy baby wipe into the waste paper basket. "Lars, who is this Dave on the list?" "You know...Dave", said Lars innocently. "The I know Dave had better not be Mustaine", said James. When Lars blushed a little, James groaned. "Lars! Why the fuck have you invited him?", he demanded. "Cliff told me too", said Lars at once. James whipped round and Cliff grinned at him. Freed from James' disapproving glare, Lars started up another game of Forbidden Forest. Hearing the music start up again, James went back over to the settee and slumped down on it, looking impatient. "Ah, chill dude", said Cliff. "Dave's my buddy too...I couldn't not invite him". James chewed his bottom lip, then helped himself to another can of beer. "He better not start any trouble!" "He won't do. He loves parties". "Yeah, that's the problem", grumbled James. "Remember at your 21st birthday party, when he started putting condoms on the candles and nearly burnt the fucking apartment down? Then there was Lars' 18th birthday, when he came running outta the kitchen, naked except for an oven glove on his..."... "He's probably matured since then", offered Cliff. James snorted. "Matured, my ass!" "Is your ass mature then, James?", Lars called over from his game. "Fuck off!", said James, sticking his middle finger up at the back of the drummer's head. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, June 22, 2011, 1:12 pm.
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| namenlos | June 22, 2011, 2:28 pm Post #2 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Uh-oh, I smell trouble! Can't wait to see where this is going.
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| Olyamet | June 22, 2011, 5:40 pm Post #3 |
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Jäger.....
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Ohh... Dave may start something... I'm just saying... Moar! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 22, 2011, 8:29 pm Post #4 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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I can't wait to see what sort of mischief Dave gets into, Lars is just like my brother when he plays video games
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| larscriancinha | June 22, 2011, 9:53 pm Post #5 |
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Larsybaby
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I love it so far! I wonder what will happen.
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| Jik Hyun | June 22, 2011, 11:48 pm Post #6 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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hahaha the last line cracked me up. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 25, 2011, 5:29 pm Post #7 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Thank you for all the comments Hehehe, James and Dave are being naughty at the party 2 It was the evening of Metallica's party and everything was going well. The weather was warm but not unpleasantly hot or muggy and there was a slight breeze from the west. The sky was clear and the full moon shone down, casting a silvery light over the garden. James' personal stereo and a selection of Metallicas' cassettes supplied the party with loud rock music, while trestle tables were loaded with all kind of food: bowls of crisps and peanuts, cheese sticks, sausage rolls, cookies and jam tarts. And of course, there was more than enough beer to go round. Lars was in charge of the BBQ, looking important as he dished out kebabs and hot dogs to the guests. Kirk wandered round, trying to impress people with his new vampire costume. Cliff was chatting up a pretty girl in an Iron Maiden t-shirt and James was scouting one of the tables, piling food on his plate and keeping an eye on Dave. Dave was behaving himself so far. He had come to the party with David "Junior" Ellefson, his friend and bass player in Megadeth. They were standing in a quiet corner, drinking beer and talking about a concert they had recently been to. With his wide eyes and eager expression, Junior looked exceptionally innocent (though James didn't think that would last, hanging around Dave). The redhead glanced up, saw James looking at him and screwed his nose up. James wanted to make a face back but seeing Cliff nearby decided not to. Cliff won't like it if I start anything with Mustaine, he thought. Better just ignore him. James picked up an apricot jam tart and put it on his plate, next to a cupcake and mini sausage roll. The girl who Cliff was talking to giggled at something funny he said. James reached for a slice of pepperoni pizza and risked another peep at Dave. The redhead caught him looking, picked up a cocktail sausage off a plate in front of him and held it over his crotch. "Look Junior", he said in a voice loud enough for James to hear. "I'm Hetfield and this is the real size of my dick". Junior burst out laughing and James scowled. Right, he isn't getting away with that. James made his way over to the Megadeth guys, who immediately assumed innocent expressions. "Stop showing off Dave, you're not smart, you know", James said in a low voice. "Haha, you're over sensitive. Is that cos your dick is really that small", Dave sniggered. "Shut up and stop being immature", snapped James. Dave grinned and put the sausage on James' pile of food. The singer yelled in dismay and dropped his plate. It fell onto the grass withy a soft flump, food spilling everywhere. "Ugh! You asshole...that's been near your dick!", he yelled. Some girls nearby started to laugh and Cliff, making an excuse to his girl, sidled over. "C'mon dudes, don't start anything", he said pleasantly enough but with a stern glint in his eye. "He started it", said James, poking Dave in the chest. "He said..."...Junior started giggling again and James glared at him and fell silent. "OK you dudes, sit down and don't make trouble", said Cliff putting one hand on Dave's shoulder, the other on Junior' shoulder and pushing them down onto a seat each. He turned to James. "James, go and help Lars with the BBQ. I'm not sure the little guy knows how to handle it properly". James hesitated for a moment, before nodding. "OK then", he said a little grudgingly but not too upset. An opportunity to be in charge of the BBQ stove and to behave in a superior manner in front of Lars was not to be passed up lightly. He strode off with dignity, ignoring the snorts of laughter from Dave and Junior. All was peaceful again, for a while (well, sort of). James and Lars argued softly over how long to cook the burgers for, Cliff resumed chatting up his girl and Dave tried to teach Junior how to drink beer through his nose. Yet James couldn't help but want to get Dave back for making fun of him before. He idly turned a burger on the BBQ grill, trying to think of something witty to say that would humiliate Dave. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice approaching. "Well, I think the outfit looks really good on me but I'm not sure about the white face paint. I hope it doesn't ruin my complexion". Kirk was heading towards the stove, chattering away to an (interested) punk girl and (a bored looking) Ron. "Ah shit!", James muttered. "Not Kirk and that fucking costume again". He tapped Lars on the shoulder. "Hey, mind the BBQ for a minute buddy. I'm just going to the bathroom". "Sure", said Lars, accepting the spatula off James. The singer melted away in the crowd, determined not to be caught up in a monologue about Kirk's vampire outfit. As he looked for Cliff (or some girls), he found that he had arrived at the table where Dave and Junior were sitting. Junior was making two sausage rolls fight and pastry was flying everywhere. Dave had a can of Corona beer in one hand and a burger with one bite taken out of it in the other. After a minute, he yawned and stood up. "I'm going for a pee. Don't let anybody nick my seat, Junior", he said as he put his burger down. "OK Dave". The redhead strolled away and Junior resumed his sausage roll fight. James approached closer, taking care not to be noticed. So engrossed in playing with his food, Junior didn't see James pick up Dave's burger and put it on his seat. Smirking to himself, James made his way round the other side of the table, grabbing a can of beer as he went. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, June 25, 2011, 5:31 pm.
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| larscriancinha | June 25, 2011, 5:55 pm Post #8 |
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Oh god... Boys will be boys! and poor Cliff trying to keep the peace. I don't think it's going to last long!
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 25, 2011, 7:59 pm Post #9 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Poor Dave's burger Junior is cute playing with his food, he sounds like a preschooler And I bet Kirk would look awesome as a vampire :horns2
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| Jik Hyun | June 25, 2011, 9:41 pm Post #10 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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lol dave can be such a tool. but admit I'm just as juvenile. |
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| namenlos | June 25, 2011, 10:20 pm Post #11 |
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Hahaha... boys.
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| Olyamet | June 26, 2011, 11:38 am Post #12 |
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Jäger.....
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^^^ What she said! Cliff
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 28, 2011, 6:02 pm Post #13 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Thanks guys Heheheheheh, I love to write about the guys being silly I got the idea of Junior playing with his food from (I think) Wayne's World, when Garth was making two dougnnuts kill each other and the jam looked like blood Here is a little bit more Sorry it is not very long. Sorry if the end seems a bit gloomy too but something very funny is going to happen with James and Dave in the next chapter James sat down and casually sipped his drink, waiting for Dave to return. I hope Junior doesn't notice the burger there, James thought. But after he had finished killing the sausage rolls, Junior grabbed two cheese sticks and began to sword fight with them. Dave returned and snorted at his buddy. "Ha, you're such a fucking baby, you know that". Junior looked up at Dave with big puppy-eyes. "Play sword fights with me?" "OK, OK". Dave rolled his eyes and sat down. There was a squishing sound and he leapt up again with a yell. James pretended to drink from his can, in order to hide his smirk. Junior gasped as Dave reached round and felt the back of his trousers. "What the fuck? What's on my fucking seat?" Dave picked up the soggy burger and scowled at Junior. "It wasn't me", Junior squeaked. "I didn't put it there!" "Then how did it get there? It can't fucking move itself". Dave caught sight of James across the table and his scowl deepened. "I suppose you think that's funny, asshole?" "Serves you right for what you did with that sausage before", James said smugly. "Oh shit Dave, you've got a massive red path on your ass", said Junior. "You haven't cut it, have you?" "No dumbass, it'll be sauce from outta the burger!", Dave growled. "How the fuck would I cut my ass? I don't shave it, ya know". Junior looked as if he was going to giggle but seeing how mad Dave was, quickly straightened his face. "Umm...maybe we ought to find different seats?", he suggested. "In a minute", said Dave, seeing James walking away from the table. "I want a word with Hetfield first". Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, June 28, 2011, 6:04 pm.
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| namenlos | June 28, 2011, 6:26 pm Post #14 |
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Haha, poor Dave!
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 28, 2011, 7:10 pm Post #15 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Eww, James you naughty boy Poor Dave's ass
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Hope everybody likes it 







And I bet Kirk would look awesome as a vampire :horns2
Poor Dave's ass 
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