Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 April 2012

steak

Bakura slammed the door behind him and strode across the room and sat opposite his evil parter in crime at a small table. He pulled a brown wooden chair out and sat down, grabbing the food from his plate with his hands and shoving as much in his mouth as he could. Bakura wasn’t one for manners. Especially when there was food about.
“Bakura. Slow down you’re going to give yourself heartburn!” said Marik, Bakura’s blonde Egyptian friend who was eating his food nicely with a fork. But not a knife, because Ishizu had never taught him to use one and his father was too insane to use one himself. As for Odion, well.. Gummy bears don’t need to be picked up with forks, but that’s enough about that.
“Quiet Marik, I’m eating” spat Bakura, pieces of rare steak flying out of his mouth and onto Marik’s plate with every syllable he uttered. Marik pushed his plate away quietly. He didn’t not want Bakura’s spit inside of him, whatever people thought, he really didn’t.
“Could you at least not talk when you are eating, fluffy? I mean COME ON this is the third night in a row you’ve spat your steak all over my dinner.”
“At least it’s keeping you skinny” laughed Bakura. “We wouldn’t want you to get fat now, would we Marik?” Marik looked down for a second as millions of images of himself the size of an elephant flashed before his eyes.
“No. I suppose we wouldn’t. Plus if I did get fat I wouldn’t be able to wear this lovely purple shirt that makes me look all kinds of sexy!”
“That it does.” agreed Bakura, finishing his steak and pushing his plate forward to meet Marik’s in the middle of the table. “Not that I find you sexy, of course, but girls do… probably.”

At this, Marik foud himself blushing and decided to hide it by grabbing their plates and flouncing over to the sink of their small apartment. Bakura said it wasn’t ‘living together‘, it was ‘living in this place because we need somewhere closer than Egypt for council meetings and from here he can see into Yuugi Mouto’s bedroom’ Marik wasn’t exactly sure why he’d want to see into Yuugi’s bedroom, but he went with it because it was somewhere to live that wasn’t with Ishizu and had internet access courtesy of the people living below who were too retarded to put a password on their wi-fi.

vampires [very long; don't take seriously]

Even for a vampire, the night could be incredibly cold. Mat sat on the balcony of the apartment that he and the rest of the cast shared during long period of filming on location. He was wearing a tight white shirt with three multi-coloured buttons at the collar. Just because he was a vampire now didn't mean he wasn't allowed a splash of colour in his wardrobe, plus, he'd always loved this shirt.

He heard a noise behind him and turned around. It was Ben, slowly sliding through the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony. "Hey" he said, putting his hands on the edge of the balcony wall and leaning over, looking at the street below.
"Hi" Mat replied, not looking back at his colleague but keeping his eyes fixed on the many lights shining in the darkness around him. "How come you're out here?" he asked.
"Larry's telling jokes again. Needed a break. There's only so many times you can hear 'Hey horse, why the long face?' without wanting to hit him." Ben replied. "Why are you out here? And what are you staring at?"
"I am out here because I like the lights. And the dark. The lights in the dark. They're... nice. That's what I'm staring at. You should know that by now."
"I know I should. I guess I just haven't adjusted to... well, y'know. How you are now." Ben replied awkwardly. He was the only person who knew that Mat was a vampire. The others were just apparently too amused by Larry's jokes to notice Mat disappearing into the night for hours at a time.

For a while, the two of them said nothing, they both just stared out at the lights. Mat was surprised that Ben still wanted to know him now he was so... different.
"Shall we go back inside?" Mat said suddenly, causing Ben to jump and grab hold of the balcony wall very tightly.
"Err, yeah I guess. Has Larry stopped?" Ben replied, looking through the glass doors to see the rest of the cast sitting around the sofas watching Scooby Doo on the television. Larry's mouth was shut. Good.

The two walked inside and sat down at the edge of the sofa beside Jim. Ben sat with his eyes fixed on the screen and Mat slumped down beside him and turned his head to face outside. He really did like the lights. "What've we missed?" Ben asked him, he loved Scooby Doo.
"Well," Jim began, "There's a vampire running around and Scooby and the Gang are chasing it around an apartment building."
At this, Mat sat bolt upright and stared at the screen. The rest of the people in the room gave him a rather funny look. "Like this one, do ya, Mat?" piped up Lawry from the other end of the sofa.
"Oh... err, yeah!" he said, trying to sound excited. This was the sort of thing that he really needed to not do. He didn't want to bring attention to himself, which was difficult considering he jumped every time vampires were mentioned. He slumped back down into the chair, this time watching the screen.

The next morning it was raining. Mat woke up, ran a hand through his messy bed hair and got dressed before walking out into the living room area. As usual, he was last up and the rest of the cast were sitting around the sofa with pieces of toast and bowls of cereal. Well, all of the cast except Ben who was sitting on the floor with his cereal so he could be closer to the television which was once again showing Scooby Doo.

“Morning, mate!” said Jim through his extremely buttery toast. This was followed by grunts of “’rning” from the rest of the recently woken actors. Mat grabbed the box of honey loops from the side and sat down beside Ben on the floor and began eating them from the box. He didn’t like milk much anymore.
He tried to say good morning to Ben but was straight away shushed as Scooby was unmasking the monster and it was crucial that Ben see who it was for the millionth time. Mat really hated repeats.

A while later the group got ready to go off to their filming location of that particular day. As their cars pulled up Mat as relieved to see that they were at a forest.
“Someone’s happy” whispered Jim beside him. Mat often wondered that Jim suspected something, he constantly hinted towards Mat’s new love of dark places as if it was something to be concerned about.
Of course, Jim didn’t know. He just enjoyed teasing his castmates and taking photos on them on his iPhone in their silly costumes to keep the twitter fan girls happy. These pictures had caused him to notice that Mat was getting steadily paler as the filming went on, however.
“And cut! Well done everyone. That’s a wrap for the day!”
There were three men on set - Mat, Jim and Ben. The others had all left for the day, their parts finishing just before lunch. Mat, Jim and Ben had been filming late into the evening, trying to get the dance routine for this song perfect. Mat had to take more breaks than usual and never said where he was going when he did. Jim noticed whenever he went missing, and was honestly starting to worry. He made a plan to talk to him as soon as possible.

Mat sat alone in his bedroom going over the script for the next day, although not really thinking about what he was reading. There was a knock at the door. Mat ignored it and continued reading. The knocking came again. “Hey, mate. Can I come in?” shouted Jim through the closed door. Mat sighed and put the script aside.
“Fine. Get in here.” he shouted back. Jim stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
“So… umm… are you alright, mate?” he asked. Mat was slightly taken aback. What if he knew?
“Yeah, yeah I’m great. Never been better.” he smiled.
“Are you sure, mate? I mean, you’ve been taking a lot of breaks recently and not telling anyone where you’re going and you’ve just been looking down. And you’ve been getting paler and paler every day. You’re not ill, are you?” Jim was using his worried face. Not the face he used when Larry hadn’t turned up for the Aztec dance rehearsal, this was his REAL worried face. Mat didn’t want to lie to him. He was just as good a friend as Ben was. Maybe he should tell him.
“Actually, there is something I should tell you, but I don’t know how you’ll react…” He said slowly. Now Jim’s face was really worried. Just as Mat opened his mouth to continue what he was saying, someone in the other room shouted “Jim! Look!” and Jim instinctively turned his head towards the door, so that there was a lot of neck in Mat’s direction.

This had never happened before. Mat had never wanted to bite someone. He was new to this, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to bite Jim, but before he could stop he found himself sinking his bright, white fangs into Jim’s neck. Jim almost yelled out, but the feeling of Mat’s fangs in his neck caused him to pass out.

Mat removed his mouth from Jim’s neck and was back in his own mind again, thinking clearly. “Shit!” he said, beginning to panic. “Shit, crap. Oh shit! What…” he continued whilst pacing around his room. Had he killed him? He looked at Jim laying in a most uncomfortable position on the bed. No, he’s breathing. That’s good. No jail. But what HAD he done? Was Jim going to be a vampire too now? Mat could remember someone calling Jim’s name just before he had bitten him. Someone was going to come looking for him. No one else had been in when Jim entered the bedroom though. Mat could use this to his advantage. No one knew he was in here. With out even thinking, Mat grabbed Jim and put him into the bed as if he was sleeping. “If anyone asked, say he wasn’t feeling well and crashed out there.” he agreed with himself.

He walked over to his door and pressed his ear up against it. He could hear Ben’s voice. Thank God! He opened the door a bit and popped his head into the other room. “Uhh, Ben. Can I see you for a minute. In here. Alone.” he said, without even realising quite how it sounded.
“Oh, sure. What?” he said, as Lawry and Larry sat on the sofa giggling quietly and making kissy noises. Ben entered the bedroom and Mat shut the door behind him.
“… I’ve had an accident” he said.
“For God’s sake, Mat! You called me in here to tell me THAT? Aren’t you too old for that anyway, or is it a vampire thing?”
“No, not that kind of accident, you flannel!” Mat laughed a little bit at this. He felt slightly at ease with Ben around. “Look in the bed.”
“In the bed?” Ben said, pulling back the covers a little bit and getting a shocked look on his face. “Oh, Jesus, Mat! What on Earth… why is Jim in your bed? At least he’s got clothes on. Look, you two can do this if you want but…” Mat cut him off.
“Look at his neck” he said quickly.
“Shit! Mat… why would you… what…” he backed away from Mat a little bit and stood against the opposite wall “err… stay over there. Please.”
“Ben… don’t be like that.”
“I think I have the right to be a little scared, Baynton. First you bite Jim now you’ve locked me in here. Would you like my neck?”
“Ben calm down! I’m not going to… I never could. I didn’t mean to. His neck was there and my brain went whoosh and then this and panicked and said some bad words and now I don’t know what to do!” Mat said desperately.
“Why Jim, though? You’ve seen my neck lots of times, like on the balcony the other night. Why didn’t your brain go whoosh for me?”

Mat froze. He’d never thought of that before. Why didn’t his brain ‘go woosh’ for Ben? Why had he wanted to bite everyone except him? Was there something more? No, couldn’t be. It’s silly. Mat’s train of thought was cut short when Ben began speaking again.
“So… is he dead?” he asked, the worried look on his face making Mat feel even more uncomfortable.
“No. He’s just… out of it at the moment. Why would he be dead?”
“Oh, I don’t know” Ben replied quickly, his voice raising at bit “Maybe, just maybe because you chomped on his neck a bit? I don’t need to be Scooby Doo or any member of Mystery Inc to figure out that when someone has two massive holes in their neck and the blood removed from their veins that they usually DIE!”
“Woah, Ben, man, calm down! He’s going to be okay. Well, not really okay but he’ll just be… he’ll be like me. I’m alright, aren’t I? You’ve never had a problem with me before!”
“You’ve never done THIS before.” Mat could see Ben shaking now and he felt awful for causing so much discomfort to the person that he would usually call his best friend. He couldn’t see them being friends for much longer. He knew that any second now Ben would make some sort of annoyed grunting noise and storm out.
“I’m sorry, Ben. I didn’t mean to, you know I didn’t! It’s not my fault… it’s just…” and then Mat was cut off by Ben making an annoyed grunting noise and storming out of the room. Mat was left alone with nothing but Jim totally unconscious in his bed and a million thoughts racing through his mind. One thought in particular was still bothering him, however. Why had he never wanted to bite Ben? As much as he hated to admit it, he’d had thoughts of biting all the others, especially Larry after his fifth awful joke in ten minutes on one of the early morning filming shifts.

He pushed Jim’s feet to the side and sat down, but as he did so he heard a noise from the other end of the bed. Jim was waking up.




“You’ve got a grump on” said Martha, setting her glass of wine down on the table and plopping herself onto the sofa beside Ben. He’d been sitting there for a while. Larry and Lawry had asked him to go out for drinks with them but he refused, saying that he had to watch the new Scooby Doo live action film that he’d bought on DVD at the beginning of the week. To be fair, he did have the DVD on, he just wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on on the screen. Martha reached across him for the television remote but he swatted her hand away. Even if he wasn’t paying attention she wasn’t allowed to turn it off.

“Err, Willbond?” she tried talking to him again. He continue to sit staring at the television. “Oi!” she smacked him lightly on the arm causing him to jump and realise what he was doing.
“Oh, oh what do you want?” he said, sounding a little more aggrevated than he wanted to.
“Gosh, sorry!” she replied and fell back into the sofa, folding her arms.
“Fine. I’m sorry. Just had a bit of a… a rough day.”
“Aww, can’t have been that bad!”
“Martha. You have NO idea.” he sighed. Martha bounced up the sofa and sat closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Ben smiled. He liked Martha. He liked her a lot.
“Err, Willbond. Are you watching Scooby Doo again?” she asked, lifting her head and laughing at him.
“Yes!” He replied excitedly. He jumped up from the sofa, knocking Martha back a little bit accidentally, and grabbed the DVD case from across the room. “Look, it’s the new one. It’s not got the same people as the other one- Mr. Bean isn’t in it which is a bit pants, but it’s still great!”
“Sometimes Ben, sometimes I SWEAR that you are still a child. Up here, you are, anyway” He sat back down on the sofa and she sat close to him again and tapped him on the head.

yu-gi-oh [writing challenge]

Bakura was standing in the middle of nowhere with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. A little way in front of him stood a large tree with a teenage boy trying to climb it. The boy in the tree just so happened to be Marik Ishtar, who was expecting Bakura almost thirty minutes ago and had given up waiting and was now about to give up climbing the tree.
“I’m here Marik. What the bloody hell are you doing?” asked Bakura, making Marik jump and fall from the bottom of the tree. Somehow.
“Jeeze Bakura, don’t sneak up on me like that. Any why are you half an hour late?”
“…I was otherwise engaged.” he lied. He had been awake until three in the morning watching the Card Game Channel and cursing anyone who used a card that the Pharoah had in his deck, which then meant that he slept late and missed 9am which is when he was supposed to have met Marik. Bakura wasn’t fond of mornings like Marik was anyway. He thought this might have been because Marik had grown up underground and never really knew when it was morning or when it was night and just slept when he got tired, no matter what time it was.
“Who were you sleeping with, Bakura?” Marik demanded, trying not to let any hints of jealousy spill into his words.
“No one, Marik. Why do you always assume that? It’s as if you’re making sure I’m not because you want me for yourself or something.”
“NO. Noooooo! It’s… never mind what you were doing! Where is the video camera?” Marik walked towards Bakura and held out his hand. Bakura kept his arms folded. He’d forgotten the camera.

scoobybond

It was 4:13pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon when Mike Peabody, lead reporter for the very well known HHTV News, received the email. “Mike, you’re going to love this!!!!” was written in the subject bar and the message itself was set to ‘highest importance’

“Hey Mike! Great news! We’ve got you the biggest story of your whole career to report on! Basically, something is going down in the Time Sewers and we have no idea what. We want YOU to report on it. I’ve heard there’s this gang of ‘meddling kids’ or something coming to check it out so I’ll be needing interviews with each and every one of them. Oh, and I hope you’re okay with dogs. They have a big one. I’ve included a picture so you can see how big.”

The HHTV boss wasn’t one for formal emails. Never had been. Mike scrolled down the page to check out the picture of the very big dog and did a little squeal of excitement which he would never admit to because it was rather girly. The team of ‘meddling kids’ with a dog were none other than Mystery Inc. and Scooby Doo!

Ever since childhood Mike had been a massive Scooby Doo fan. He had everything. Scooby Doo socks, slippers, cups, dressing gowns, DVDs, Cds, even underwear! Ever since he got his job with HHTV, however, he had to keep his obsession a bit quieter. Didn’t want people to think he was weird. He’d let Sam in on the secret, but only because she opened the door to his Doo cupboard and a cardboard cut out of the dog knocked her over. He probably would have told Sam anyway. He told Sam everything.

Beneath the image of the Mystery Inc. gang and Scooby was some more writing:

“They’ll be at the studio to pick you up at 9am on Monday morning. That’s tomorrow… probably should have told you about this sooner. They’ll have your mic and everything with them so you’re all ready to go! Try and get something good, alright!”

Mike checked his watch and looked at his laptop. It was now 4:33pm. He had more than loads of time before he should probably to go to bed and nothing else to do for the rest of the day.

The next morning he awoke to the sound of a car horn outside his window. He rolled over and checked his alarm clock. 7:25am. Awake five minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Typical.

He jumped out of bed and went to open his curtains, yawning and stretching as he walked. He looked out of the window to see a large green van sitting there with the words "Mystery Machine" written in large orange letters on the side. Why were they here already? The email has said 9am and it was NOT 9am. He wasn't even dressed.

Mike pushed open his window and called out to the people in the van. "Umm, hello. This is Mike Peabody reporting from... my window. What are you doing here already? You're not supposed to be picking me up intil 9am!!"

A blond teen with a green tshirt and the slightest bit of facial hair popped his head out of the window, followed by a large dog. "Like, sorry man, we're just like, soooo hungry. We didn't think you'd mind if we turned up just a bit early. And like, maybe you could offer us some breakfast"

"Yeaarrh! Brrreakfarst!" said the dog.

"Well, okay fine. Is it all of you?" replied Mike, almost certain that they would eat everything in his kitchen and still not be satisfied.

georges [very short]

It was a bright sunny morning in England, and George was sitting in a room with the curtains closed eating a large steak pie. He’d had a particularly bad evening, Caroline had decided to sleep facing him and her breathe made him feel sick so he ended up sleeping on the floor. Again.

All of a sudden, there was a bang on the door. “Go AWAY, Caroline!” said George though a mouthful of pie.
“Silly Georgie, it’s your dad. Let me in.”
“Go AWAY, Dad” replied George through a mouthful of pie.
“Oh but it’s boring around here. The doctors won’t stop chasing me and I want someone to talk to.”
“The door’s not even locked y’know. Urgh” George really wasn’t fond of his dad. They had their friendlier moments, but mostly they just argued. George’s dad, also named George, was the current king of England, and a little mad. George didn’t like being a prince even a little bit. Considering his father’s madness he was practicaly the king, but didn’t have the title that he longed for.

hhtv christmas

It was that time of year again. Christmas. More importantly, time for the HHTV Christmas Party. Jessica Harvey-Smythe was rather new to the HHTV team and this would be her first party, and by the sounds of it, it was going to be just as crazy as previous years. She’d heard stories of Sam turning up in her poshest dress and glitziest shoes and spending the night drinking fancy drinks as Bob Hale and Mike Peabody fought for her affections. Jessica rather liked Mike herself, not that she’d let him in on that, but maybe this party would be a good chance for her to get on his good side, let old Bobsie have Sam and make a thing of it. She had no idea what it was about Mike Peabody that made all of the women on the HHTV team, except Sam for some reason, fall head over heels for him. Maybe it was that taped on press badge, or dark hair and intense eyes that made him look a lot manlier than he actually was. Nobody knew what it was, but all the other HHTV men wanted it. Alas, Mike only had eyes for Sam.

As the day of the do crept closer, Jessica found herself deep in conversation with Mike whilst Sam was reading the headlines. “Yeah, so then the monk got so scared he just wet himself. And I was left to fend for myself with just a feather! A feather, can you believe it? Anyway, it was lucky I fell though… I mean found the entrance back through the Time Sewers when I did, or those Vikings could have killed me” he was saying, but Jessica wasn’t really listening. She knew this story anyway. It was one of his favourites. He told it all the time, and it had happened on live television, so it wasn’t exactly a big secret. “…well?” Jessica heard as she was slammed out of her daydream and back into reality.
“Oh, sorry Mike. What were you saying?”
“Are you coming to the Christmas do? We’re all doing a secret santa, and it’s your first year! You can’t miss it. You might even catch Old Bobsie doing the Macarena if you’re lucky…”
“Is that you asking me to go with you, Mike?” Jessica asked. It was only half serious, but she hoped that maybe it was.
“Well, umm… I was just asking if you were going, Jess. I think we all know who I’ve got my eye on” he raised an eyebrow and made his ‘you know what I mean’ face “But yeah, you should totally come! It’ll be a laugh.”