- One Kiwi - Phone - Action -

[notmiddleearth]

A. Phone: [At 727 Anderson Lane there is no screams of shock, or yelling to go home. Just a quiet click as New Zealand picks up the telephone, and calmly dials a number]

Oz? You there? Right, I know you did this, you're the only one who would. So tell me where the hell Shaun is. And where I am, because this isn't my house. Woke up in bed with some shelia apparently, and you know that I'm a [STATIC] and that I don't really go for that type.

B. Action: [Sometime in the afternoon you'll find a little blonde kid wandering around in badly made pants under a ripped and muddy dress. It use to be so pretty once, with frills, and such a lovely cream colour.... and well... now it looks like it was shoved into a blender. Or chopped up by a 6 year old. Which it was. As the kid wanders she stares up at everything with wide eyes, a few toy blocks clenched in her hands. Who knew that simply trying to have a late lunch would do this?]

Mummmm... Mummmm... England! [This place is strange as fuck, she would also say, if she wasn't so concerned about getting a spanking for a foul mouth.]

(ooc: If you chose B. replies will be coming from kiwicolony )

Comments

WAIT NOW I AM

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

And Shaun's not my boyfriend. He has his own girlfriend, a pretty nice ewe.

WAY TO GO

[lamingtons]

If I had, would I have married you off to some chick?

[Fuck fuck fuck oh he can't be mad he's so happy to see you.] G'day, Sheepshagger. Don't worry 'bout Shaun, there's plenty more fish in the sea, lambs on the farm.[Squeeeeeee]

SHOVE OFF LOSER

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't put it past you, just so you would get a laugh.

[Lmao, she can't get as excited, she just saw you yesterday loser] Oh fuck off, mongrel. If any one's the sheep shagger you are. You've got the parts.

[lamingtons]

Where are you?

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

I don't know, idiot. It's not my house.

[lamingtons]

Go find out! I need to go over there and thump ya! Check the mail or the letterbox or some shit!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

Sure, that's the first thing you need to do is it? And yanno I'll thump you first.

....I don't even know what country I'm in Oz.

[lamingtons]

[He also needs to check to make sure this is really you.] Nah, little kiwis are way too slow!

It's either Yank's place or somewhere pretending to be or an alternate universe. Or all three.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Aw bro... she's a big girl yanno] Not as slow as moron Australians.

... so it's Yank's place in an alternate universe but it's only... pretending to be? [so confuse]

[lamingtons]

Good thing those don't exist, then!

Yeah, you got it! Anyway, you either tell me where ya are right now, or I go knocking on everyone's doors till I find ya. Your call.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[snorts softly, totally rolling her eyes] Sure Oz, sure.

Right... gimme a second then. [Starts picking up things, finally finding an envelope] 727 Anderson Lane? Y'know where that is?

[lamingtons]

I'll be there in two minutes! [Meaning he's going to sprint the whole way there.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

No rush ya know. The house won't be moving any time soon I think? [Knows he won't listen anyway so goes to open the door before heading to the kitchen to see if she can find something to eat]

[lamingtons]

[Already out the door and sprinting through the snow! Until he slips on some ice and falls on his face. Ow.

This happens several times so by the time he finally runs into the house, he's looking a little beat up. And frost bitten. Your bro fails a bit, Kiwi.] Kiwi! KIWI!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Comes out, munching on a sandwich she's put together, eyeing him] Yeah?

Get into a brawl on your way here Oz?

1/3

[lamingtons]

Kiwi...

[lamingtons]

... Heh.

[lamingtons]

Guess I shouldn't be that pleased to see ya. [Punches her, lightly, on the shoulder.] Took ya long enough!

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

[Takes the punch, kicking his ankle as she goes to shut the door] Whatcha mean? I saw you just yesterday.

[lamingtons]

Did ya then... I haven't seen ya in months, love.

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

... No you saw me yesterday. You were bothering me, like usual.

[lamingtons]

Not since... Crikey, it must be since June... [And you know he's serious when he's saying "crikey" unironically.]

[notmiddleearth.livejournal.com]

... Really? [Staring at him, her tone serious now]

[lamingtons]

Dead serious.