Monday, September 12, 2005

Starbucker: Where's that sandstorm?

JJ: annnnnd go!

the young FotNJOw rushes intot he transport

FLUKE: "Shoo!! This place stinks!" *shudder*

He quickly begins digging through the debris, and finds - a tarp....

FLUKE: "Ahhh, sweet... a tad dry-rotted, but it should do."

...diggin further, he finds several fishing poles...

FLUKE: "These may hold the tarp open to catch some wind to get me going...now something suitable for surfing on..."

He stumbles across...

FLUKE: "COOL! a busted cello! - This backplate may do it.

Fluke dashes out and begins securing his tarp to the fishing poles he's tied together to form a sail skeleton.

FLUKE: "Hey, I though I had more poles than this?" He scratches his head in wonder

Moments pass until he's seated on his cello backplate, sail together and up, awaiting a gust of wind...

...he waits - looking around to see some evidence of wind in the distance...

...he waits - wondering if he maybe should just jump up and run...

...then he sees it... a rustling of sand in the distance... coming his way... he braces himself annnnnddd *Whoosh* Off he goes! Clean off of his cello backplate!


FLUKE: "Whaaa! ACCK!!! PTOOEY!"

as he gets dragged through the sand face-first, holding onto the reins of his tarp parasail for all it's worth. His shirt fills with sand... his boots fill with sand... his pants fill with sand... his hair fills with sand... his mouth fills with sand.

Finally, after what seems an eternity... the tarp rips wide open... and Fluke comes to a halt...battered and dazed...


FLUKE: "uuuuugh."

Then, something startles and passes him. *whoosh*

...he remembers where he is and that there is an objective to fulfill - still firmly grasping his fishing poles and luging massive amounts of sand - he begins to run. Luckily, sand falls from everywhere on him, lightning his load.

He runs...

...and runs...

...and runs...

...and runs...

...eventually, he crosses the finish line just before he collapses.

It will be a while before he's even cognizant enough to know if he wasn't dead last. Heck, it'll be months before he passes all the sand he swallowed - but at least, for now, he's finished and can rest... even if only briefly...

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