December 24th--9 PM, Eastern Standard Time - RENT RPG: The Parody Forum

"December Twenty-Fourth, Nine P.M. Eastern Standard Time. I realized that week that I cannot film. Everything I've come up with is **, and I will now shoot without a script. Unfortunately, there is nothing for me to film but trash-picking bums getting beat up by the man. Collins would be proud."

The apparently anorexicly thin filmmaker spoke into the camera he was clutching tightly, viewfinder pressed against his glasses, watching as their loft panned into view.. three or four times. Standing in the middle and spinning in a circle had been a good idea. Roger, door, Roger, door, Roger. "First shot Roger, who won't get off his angst-ridden, diseased, though extremely hot, ** and go get a job because his skanky girlfriend gave him AIDS and is playing his 'out of tune'--" Each word was punctuated with his free hand's pointer and middle finger making quotations in the air. "--piece of junk guitar. Tell the folks at home why we're not dating ye--I mean... uhm... what you're doing, Roger~"

#2 Jul 08th 2006, 4:09pm

Roger coughed at Mark's innuendo in suprise. Wait...-coughed-? He could die from that! Stupid Mark. Trying to kill him and make him fat.

"I'm dying from disease" Roger sang sadly, strumming a chord on his beloved Fen-Fen. Hmmm. That 'dying from disease' line will never work. What was he trying to do again? It had a catchy tune...Distracted fingers found their way around a rocker chain hanging from his favorite pair of plaid hot pants. Now that April was dead he had no one but Mark to appreciate them, but that at least was something.

#3 Jul 09th 2006, 12:17am . Edited Jul 09th 2006, 12:18am

Oh God Roger sang. Immediately a blush overtook his pallid complexion as he clutched his camera to his chest, nearly swooning.. though catching himself a moment later.

"Stop being a whiny baby." He muttered under his breath, lifting up the camera once again and training it on Roger, though a moment later it spun to the phone, which was ringing.

"It's my mother." He knew. Because it was -always- her.

"WE'RE PROBABLY HERE BUT WE DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU SPEAK."

#4 Jul 09th 2006, 9:38pm

Roger shot his fist in the air and whispered triumphantly "Thank God the phone ringed, now I don't have to impart my life story about April and drugs and AIDS all resulting in my need to write one great song so I have a reason to live and I won't fade away from the world!"

#5 Jul 11th 2006, 10:39am

"Hello? Mark? This is the 10th time I've called today! I don't really care, I just want to see if you're dead so we can have a party. Anyway, I will now bring up a very touchy subject and cause you humiliation as well as provide nice exposition. Call me! And remember, DON'T BE GAY!"

#6 Jul 13th 2006, 9:39pm

Silence for a moment, before he again turned his camera toward Roger, blushing furiously. He was nearly flam--no, stop there.

stupid family.

"Tell the non-viewers what you're doing, Roger!!"

#7 Jul 13th 2006, 10:50pm

Still chuckling at the phone message, no longer angry with the interruption Roger once again strummed his guitar singing "I'm laughing at you pain-" before being cut off again by the ringing phone. "Hallelujia" he muttered.

#8 Jul 15th 2006, 4:30pm

"The phone rings!" He yelped, unecessarily, as Roger seemed to have already stopped all on his lonesome. Attractive bastard.

"We're screening again." Mark narrated, though it was doubtful anybody would listen to this... One could dream, couldn't they??

#9 Jul 15th 2006, 11:56pm

"damn you mark and roger! why do you still screen? wait.. why am i calling for you to throw down a key when i probably should have one? oh well." SPEAK "cheesy christmas song... throw down the key **!

#10 Jul 21st 2006, 7:12pm

An incredulous look at the answering machine, one eyebrow raised in question. ... Oh! It was Collins! Nearly leaping at the phone, he kept his camera trained on it at all times, raising the phone to his ear. "COLLINS! PAR-TAY!" .. Oh yeah, key.

#11 Jul 28th 2006, 2:33pm

"par-tay?" Collins wondered as the key fell down on the street. He stays on the line knowing Roger will stay on the phone to prevent callers. "Ah, not tonight!!" "About to get my ** kicked my three guys who are smaller than me, Mark! I'll be delayed. He hung up the phone. "Well, why should I try to fight you? It's not like I'm bigger than you." Collins fell to the ground and let them take his coat....

#12 Jul 29th 2006, 4:01pm

"Delayed? Whaddya mean?" But the line went dead, leaving him standing where he was, camera in one hand, phone in the other, staring rather vacantly at Roger. ... hm.

Setting the phone down, he cleared his throat. ".. Collins will be delayed."

#13 Aug 06th 2006, 9:00pm

MangoFlavored x3

Benny screamed up to Mark and Roger's loft, wondering why he didn't just throw them out. Anyways, he screamed up, "MARK! ROGER! I need you to come down here so I can try and convince you to help with a cyber studio that will so not be getting you any money!!! Come On!"

[ooc: sorry, I'm sooo tired. so it sucked. BETTER NEXT TIME, i swear.]

#14 Aug 07th 2006, 9:57pm

Rae Chouette

Meanwhile, April glowered at Mark. 'Just wait until I smash that stupid camera of his' she thought.

#15 Aug 12th 2006, 6:10pm

Shivering as a chill ran up his spine, Roger released a slew of courses at the sound of Benny's voice. He -hated- that man. Forget that he was yuppie scum who sold them out si he would be accepted by his witch of a wife's family. Roger -knew- for a -fact- that Mark whored himself to Benny for AZT money. He didn't confront Mark about it because Mark would merely shut down and probably cut himself in the bathroom. But he still knew.

"** Benny, he's an **. Let's go make fun of him and scratch up his car!"

This could very well be the most fun Roger had had since he stole Mark's pillows!

#16 Aug 13th 2006, 12:21am

Mark so did -not- cut himself in the bathroom.

He did in the kitchen. There was enough blood in the bathroom from when April had tried to give the bathtub a nice new coat of paint.

Still hugging his camera close to himself, he nodded, not looking forward to the inevitable meeting that would come as soon as they left this building. Strange, why didn't Benny just come up? He probably still had a key, and it wasn't like the door had a proper lock on it anyway.

** to Benny? ....

.....

shhhhhh.

"Okay!" Whatever Roger said~ .. though the man had lost some standing when he stole his pillows.

Bastard. So, without another word, he moved for the door, knowing that Roger's scrawny, AIDS-ridden ** would follow. It had been his idea in the first place.

#17 Aug 13th 2006, 4:06am

Angel skipped over to a Christmas tree scuplture, sat down, and began to drum, which was her favorite thing to do, besides helping people, of course! She was so good at it that she could be famous, but she was so generous that she didn't want to steal other people's limelight. She was dressed in her boy clothes, but she still looked gorgeous and amazingly attractive. As she drummed, she made sure to keep an ear out for any people who may need help so she could come to their aid.

((Yeah, I call Angel she... deal with it!))

#18 Aug 14th 2006, 11:34pm . Edited Aug 14th 2006, 11:35pm

Collins slumped in a deserted alley. After wiping his face, he thought "Oh, **. Blood? Great, now I can't go around Mark. Even though he's probably screwed Roger and gotten HIV from him."

#19 Aug 15th 2006, 6:42am

"What's that I hear? A hot injured gay man? ANGEL TO THE RESCUE!" Angel skipped, as usual, over to Collins and pulled out her handy People-Helping Kit. "Here, let me come to your aid and clean your wounds!"

#20 Aug 15th 2006, 12:44pm

Collins looked up and saw a young man skipping over to him. Wait, skipping? No, he was just lightly jogging. "No more Stoli for you Collins," he thought aloud. The man kneeled next to him. "Ok, this guy can be trusted." His hands were soft. "I hope he's gay, becuase he's really hot. What would be even hotter is if he was a transvestite! Yeah, they're hott!!" The young man looked up at him. "Oh, **, did I just say that aloud?"

#21 Aug 16th 2006, 4:34pm

"Never fear, young hot citizen!" Angel stopped to giggle. "Now, I'll take you back to my house so I can show you my new hot outfit! *giggle* Oh, by the way, I have AIDS!" Angel jumped to her feet, putting her People-Helping Kit back into her bottomless backpack, which held her People-Helping Kit, her Homeless-Feeding Kit, her Animal-Tending Kit, the giant wads of money she made playing drums, 20 pairs of drumsticks each in a different sparkly pinky-purple color, and large tubs of make-up.

#22 Aug 16th 2006, 5:20pm

"I have HIV too! Now that's pretty sweet! Hey, before we go to your house can I get some Stoli magically? I don't have any money."

#23 Aug 21st 2006, 11:10am

"Yay, now we can have hot steamy showersex at the whims of fangirls! I mean... um... yay. By the way, I just got a thousand bucks for playing hitman with a yuppie's dog, so I can buy it all and more! Yay me!" Angel grabbed his arm in her gleeful-but-oh-so-generous-and-kind way and skipped off with him to buy things for people she didn't know. A life of being frighteningly charitable and saccharine sweet was so much fun!

#24 Aug 21st 2006, 4:23pm

"Don't you care about my coat being destroyed? Geez, I don't want to have sex with someone who doesn't care about me! - Oh crap, did I just say that out loud! - Sex, will be very good right now. Vodka - definitely good right now." Collins followed him out of the alley. "You got a thousand bucks for killing a dog? Sweet! Wait, I know a yuppie. hmmm, naw it couldn't be Benny, or could it?" Creepy music randomly plays in background.

#25 Aug 21st 2006, 5:06pm

Back at the ranch, Roger was still tuning his beloved guitar Fen-Fen. Well, it wasn't so much -tuning- as taking up time with random chords rather than attempting to write a song. Dark, creepy thoughts continuously ran through his head as he plucked away, apathetically watching Mark wrap his scarf around his scrawny neck.

Mark loves his scarf more than me...Its because I'm fat...Mark thinks I'm fat...I wish we had chocolate milk...

#26 Aug 21st 2006, 8:06pm

He'd stood at the window for a good twenty minutes before realizing that Collins should have been up seventeen ago and there had been no other phone call or yell up. ... -strange-. Usually the man came up bearing gifts and called them 'crackers' or '**' or 'hoes'. Idly, Mark wondered if Collins had ever tried pimping. He'd be very good at it.

"I'm going to go find our pimp." He told Roger as he wrapped his beloved scarf around his neck. Once in was settled he lifted one tassled end, holding it to his face, cooing softly. "You're gonna keep me warm, aren't you scarfy?"

Once five minutes had passed in that manner he lowered it and returned to Roger as though nothing had happened. ".. Wanna go see THAT ** ** ** Maureen? She's performing something that had a lot of veiled sexual innuendos in it. And then we're going to dinner. Up for it?"

#27 Aug 22nd 2006, 5:17pm

Roger considered Mark vaugely.

"POOR."

Thumping his chest for emphasis, Roger hoped Mark would realize that by telling him to go away, he was really asking him for comfort. He couldn't go out to dinner, he'd just get fat and then, before you know it, outta the way Roger, its Scarfy Time. Stupid scarf.

Nervous Mark would think he was blowing him off, he checked his schedule.

9:30 PM-make fun of scarf

9:40 PM- angst

10:20-strum 7 chords on guitar and pretend they sound nice together

10:30-angst some more

11:00- take AZT

11:02- ANGST, stupid pill, stupid drugs, stupid disease, ahhhh!

12:00-sneak a drink of chocolate milk before Mark gets home

12:07- belch

12:23- strum guitar and hum non-sensibly

12:40-angst with small amounts of manly crying

1:00- pass out on couch

"Sorry, I'm booked."

#28 Aug 22nd 2006, 5:55pm

"Aw." He pouted, frowning deeply, his eyebrows knitting upward and together. Roger wasn't going to go with him? Of course, Mark was just as poor as he was, so why Mark was going.. well.. that was... questionable. .... -yeah-. It was Maureen, though, and he was apparently still obsessed with her. Idly he wondered if she'd received the box of chocolates he'd left on her doorstep. Fifth time this week, and still no phone call. Really, he was very disappointed. She must not have liked the chocolates.

"Well, I'm going. If you find a spot in your busy schedule, come down. Scarfy and I will be at the life.. and maybe some other people too." He grinned at the man. If he knew that he was drinking the chocolate milk behind his back, though.. Oh, he'd be **. But, with that said, he turned and left, holding his camera tightly as he exited, leaving the angst-filled man behind.

#29 Aug 22nd 2006, 7:05pm

And with sad smile you left me in solitude, shut away from the world an from your love. If not for the knowledge of your return I would cry hot tears upon my broken life. You are more than me, for without you, I am nothing.

Yes. That would be a cool song. Still, it wasn't the right song. The right song would have cliches and corny end rhyme...

Roger sighed a sigh of the sighing wind. A song was in order.

One song, emo.

One song, before I die.

Emo.

One song to sing for Mark-

Find, one song, one last cliche

From the sexy, hot rock god.

Who got wasted off his **.

One song. Got AIDS from a needle.

Emo.

Because of a crack **,

a crack **.

Find, one song, beyond the cheesy end rhymes

One song, before the scarf wins,

Emo

What a stupid accessory-

Mark cries- I dies!

Emo-one tear of emo

one tear of emo

EMO

Find, one song,

a song that is catchy

so it get's stuck in your head.

Find, one song, a song about pain,

Emo, from the lips of a rock god,

a rock god.

Find, the one song

Before Scarfy steals him-

Emo

like a bastard

one song, to reveal Marky's love

Mark cries

-and then he won't wear scarves anymore!-

I dies...

A distant knock issues.

"Screw that, can't they see I'm angsting???" Knowing it was probably Mark, because Collins wasn't due till scene 4 and the plot couldn't possibly progress much further Roger went to answer the door, even though it was quite simple to merely roll the sliding warehouse wall over...

"You forget me?"

#30 Aug 22nd 2006, 7:49pm

I've never done this before so basically: Sorry if I suck at it lol

Mimi stands waiting at the door for someone -anyone- to answer. She's freakin' freezing! The door opens revealing a man...A very sexy man, His green eyes sparkling as if he had just been crying, the way his blonde locks fell slightly over his face, and those tight purple pants. 'Why do I always go for the Emo ones?' She thought 'Whatever. Might as well have fun with the confused and emotionally unstable guy.' She takes a step forward "Gotta light?"

Am I supposed to write the whole song out or should Me and 'Roger' keep replying back and forth till its done?

#31 Aug 25th 2006, 10:40pm

It wasn't Mark. It was better than Mark. It was female. It was a female in very little amounts of clothing. Wow. Dark black hair fell about her face. The oil residue presiding over the locks a result of being too poor to afford showers made it look glossy and lucious, especially in the moonlight when he couldn't see it properly. Better yet, she looked so familiar!

"I know you, you're...a hooker!"

#32 Aug 27th 2006, 11:47am

"Oh Emo boy! you don't worry about that anymore. You're whole life is about to change and all because of MEEE!"

Mimi frolicked around the loft as if she were a 5 year old on steroids...aka Galinda from Wicked. That continued on for a while until finally

"Okay! This is serious business." She pulled a candle out of her shirt "Would you light my candle...What are you staring at?"

#33 Aug 27th 2006, 1:29pm

Quite belatedly, Roger realized a bit of drool was collecting at the side of his mouth. Hurriedly he swiped it of, resuming his 'I don't realy care, but you're hot and I'm lonely so please don't leave' posture.

What was he staring at? Oh...erm...heh...well...

"Nothing! Your completely innocent feature reminded me of..."

#34 Aug 28th 2006, 6:58pm

Mimi could tell he was trying his best to think fast, especially when he resumed his 'I don't really care, but you're hot and I'm lonely so please don't leave' pose. If Mimi had a dollar for every time she saw that pose, She would not be working at the Cat scratch club...or living in a loft for that matter. Before his current pose could turn into the ever popular 'Please! I'm begging you, just stay the night You don't have to do -anything- I just want people to stop saying that my wearing of tight Emo pants is turning me gay.' Pose. She cut him off by saying "I always remind people of, Who is she?"

#35 Aug 28th 2006, 8:39pm

Before he could help himself, Roger burst into tears. Huge, salty droplets frantically flowing from his luminous, but tortured green eyes.

"Sh..she -died-. She was my fangirl...."

Depressing remenices of the past threatened to engulf him. He used to have fan girls! Maybe she could be his new fan girl...

#36 Aug 29th 2006, 9:30pm

Rae Chouette

"-Was?-" April muttered sotto voce. She wasn't sure what her opinion was on this 'Mimi' person, but she was -not- going to have her fangirl status removed.

#37 Aug 30th 2006, 2:55am

Mimi has no idea why but she is starting to like this guy, He's so Angst-ilee delicious. She suddenly had a sense as if someone was out to get her. Just then her candle blew out by its self "ITS OUT AGAIN!" The prospect of candles blowing out by them self's scares her shitless "umm..Sorry 'bout your fangirl. Would You light my candle?"

Mimi began to sneak closer to Roger hoping somehow He would protect her from whatever was out to get her.

#38 Aug 31st 2006, 10:48pm

Roger drew out his lighter and hurriedly lit her candle so she would go away. Or was it s she would like him? He was sooo conused!

They stood together for seeral long moments. Why wasn't she leaving? The flame flick back and forth. 'Make her go away!' he silently pleaded as another voice said 'NOOO! She's hot dude, what are you thinking???'

"Well..."

#39 Sep 01st 2006, 7:07am

'Thank god He lit the candle!' She thought as they stood less then a foot apart, 'Is that thing still watching me?...ugh He should be protecting me.' Though in all seriousness how is one supposed to respond to 'Well...' ? "Yeah....Ow!" Mimi silently cursed her self for not buying the 'Non-drip' candle.

#40 Sep 01st 2006, 11:52am

He hadn't stepped on her foot had he?

"Oh the wax,its-"

Dang, she better not need a band-aid...

#41 Sep 01st 2006, 5:12pm

"-Dripping, I like it between my--"

#42 Sep 01st 2006, 5:33pm

WHOAH. TMI! Way too much information.

"Massichist-that's weird. Oh well, goodnight."

With that Roger drove her to the door. She wasn't -that- pretty. Mark was better.

Who was he kidding? He wanted to take that fricken candle and...go away. Yes. That's right, she should leave now.

No sooner had he closed the door in her face and turned away than another knock issued. He yanked the door open incensed.

"I won't have sex with you."

#43 Sep 01st 2006, 6:57pm

Pervert! I wouldn't have sex with Him if he begged me. I'm sure Him wearing those tight pants so much has done something to his 'Lower Region'

Damn it! I came up here for him to light my candle, so I can finally stop illin' and now I've dropped 'My precious'...."Great job Mimi. now I have to go back in there." She whispered to her self. Just get in get out and don't be swayed by his sweet words of emo-ness. Mimi quickly rapped her fist on the door be for she lost the courage *Knock Knock Knock*

#44 Sep 02nd 2006, 12:34am

((Sorry! Its your line, I actually already posted my line for you to come in. So we're at your version of "No, I think that I dropped my stash". Sorry to confuse you!))

#45 Sep 02nd 2006, 3:19pm

(Oh okay, no problem)

He is one messed up Chico "No you perv! I think that I dropped my stash."

#46 Sep 02nd 2006, 3:25pm

A drugged up massichistic hoe. He shouldn't like her. He really shouldn't. He didn't. But the plot -had- to develop!

"I know I've seen you dealing with strife, when I had a life..."

yeah, he hated her! grrr!

"I don't have a wife!"

#47 Sep 02nd 2006, 11:10pm

Desperate much? no wonder you don't have a wife.

" *exasperated sigh* Grrr! I had it when I had it when I walked in the door. It was -pure- is on the floooor?"

She got down on all fours. 'Uh huh. thats right. you're falling into my trap! I'm gonna leave soon and you can't do nothing 'bout that. lalalalal' Mimi sang in her head as she stuck her butt in the air as high as possible.

#48 Sep 02nd 2006, 11:26pm

"The floor...?"

Oh no. She better not find that thing Mark left down there a couple months ago. The floor, what a disgusting place. Glad it was her down there and not him, Roger wondered if it would be rude to leave and go play his guitar in his room. Dang, she had a big butt. How gross.

#49 Sep 03rd 2006, 1:19am