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DJ Maybelle ‘Motormouth’ Stubbs ([info]motormouth) wrote in [info]pandemansion,
@ 2008-07-08 09:45:00

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Entry tags:arriving, maybelle 'motormouth' stubbs, namikaze minato

April 17th, The Arrival of Motormouth Maybelle Stubbs
Who?: Motormouth Maybelle and Greeter
What?: Maybelle’s Arrival
When?: April 17th; Early Afternoon
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: G



Maybelle smiled, warm pride swelling in her chest as she looked over the sound stage of The Corny Collins show. They’d come so far to get this, and now that it was here Maybelle felt like she was in a dream; a dream that someone could wake her up from and rip it all out from underneath her.

Her brows knitted for a moment, and a frown creased the sides of her face. There was no reason to be thinking like that.

“Ten minutes!” One of the stage producers called, and Maybelle watched as Inez and Seaweed exited from the dressing rooms. Walking over to her children she gave Little Inez a hug, and patted Seaweed on the shoulder.

“Now, remember what we talked about, break a leg and I love you two.” She smiled, watching them as they took their places.

“Maybelle!”

She turned, raising a brow at the hurried looking young stylist. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to go fix your wig…” Her eyes went a bit wide as she peered around Maybelle. “But I’ve got to go grab Tracy.” She gave a worried glance back and forth between the two of them.

Maybelle laughed softly, “Go work on Tracy, I’ll fix this myself.” She patted the girl on the back, hearing her let out a sigh of relief before she started back to her own dressing room. She waved, and said hi to a few of the council members as she passed them on her way back. Her dressing room was right next to Corny’s, and had a huge yellow star with her name drawn over the white paint.

The ball had finally started rolling in the right direction.

Maybelle turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at her children who were practicing a few moves on the stage. She smiled, and pushed the door to her room open.

Stepping in she blinked, glancing around at the…foyer of a rather large…

“What the…?” She looked around, hearing metal as it creaked slowly shut and spun around. Behind her was a large fountain, with a large gate that reminded her of something she would see in a church.

“Well, I’ll be.” She placed her hands on her hips, letting out a soft sigh as she shook her head. “Go figure that when things start going good I end up,” She paused, one brow rising as she glanced around, “Wherever I’m at.”



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[info]flashyfroglord
2008-07-15 10:51 pm UTC (link)
There was one thing that was good about being in Death's stomach all these long years. One great thing. One thing that Minato would not have traded for all the world if he had been given half the chance.

He loved. He lusted. He could only dream of a world absent of squirrels.

Crying out as a blue ball formed in his left palm, "Rasengan!"

"What the...what are you trying to do to me! You can't kill! You can't! You can't! YOU CAN'T!"

The damned squirrel had the audacity to yell at him, paws on hips and tell him what to do?! He was the Yondaime! He was feared in ALL countries! For the sake of the blue sky he was one of the most dangerous nin that an enemy had ever faced!

Here he was trying to kill a squirrel that just wouldn't die.

What was he doing wrong? The desk was in bits and pieces all around them. The squirrel then began screaming about how much food was gone and now there was a little weird creature. Huffing Minato looked up at the arched ceiling. "Shut up!" Blinking as both did so he showed his teeth to them, "Go away." Again he blinked as they did so. Then as the desk seemed to no longer be in need of any repair, even the cookies and fish were back in it.

"This is maddening." Minato muttered as he slumped on top of the desk. Jumping up when something poked him in the ass. He looked down, seeing a key, then looked up to see the gates open. Smirking he sat back down to watch the show. Tossing the key from hand to hand. Looking down at the key he raised a brow, "Odd name."

By the time those bright blues looked back up there was Maybelle. Minato's jaw dropped, the key fell to the floor. Finally regaining composure as the key clattered on the tile, he cleared his throat, looking away. On second thought he jumped up to pick up the key. "Uh...you're at some mansion run by some nut cases and we can't go back." He rubbed the back of his head, giving her a wide grin. That was a lot of woman right there in front of him.

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[info]motormouth
2008-07-23 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Maybelle slowly turned her head as she heard a clatter and a neatly trimmed brow rose at the man before her. Actually he looked like a man who was far younger than she felt that she’d ever been. She let out a sigh, and shook her head. “What do you mean can’t go back?” Her hands were still placed on her hips, and that brow was still rose.

She eyed him for a moment. His way of dressing was far off from what Maybelle was used to. Where was his suit and why hadn’t he slicked back his hair? That was just odd, way too odd.

“So, where exactly is here? Why can’t we go anywhere and what is that?” Her face twisted into slight disgust as something crawled over the desk grabbing up a fish. The little grey thing stuck it in its mouth, looked back and forth between the two of them with a slight growl before it scurried off once again.

“I’ve died haven’t I and this isn’t heaven is it?” Maybelle closed her eyes, letting out a long breath as she reached up to run a hand over her forehead while she thought for a moment.

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[info]flashyfroglord
2008-07-26 02:54 pm UTC (link)
Oh she was pretty from the front too. Minato was lucky! Jiraiya would just have to eat his heart out. Minato shrugged, trying to keep some semblance of composure, "Well I've been told that we can't go anywhere. That the higher powers that we all seem to believe in has trapped us here for some kind of sick twisted game." He gave her a soft smile, "Guess it's some kind of test."

He kept his bright blue eyes on her, flicking down to roam over her body every now and then. Amazingly enough he was smart enough to try to do it while she wasn't looking at his eyes, he knew how women could be. His experiance, the bigger they were the better punchers. She could probably put him through a wall and not even break a fingernail. Why in the hell did Tsunade cross his mind? Keeping his shudder at bay he shook his head, "Beats me. As far as I can tell we're on an island that has no other islands in this chain. Which is odd." Minato sighed, "There's some people here supposedly working on getting back, but there's been no reports of progress."

Glancing over his shoulder he growled back at the ugly thing, "That is something...I have no idea. He keeps saying Gollum." Minato mimicked the beast's voice as he said the name. "So I guess that's its name."

Now was his chance. Minato stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders and rubbing gently. Yeah, big woman. "Trust me, this isn't heaven or hell. I've been to hell." He gave her a smile and a wink.

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