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Voicemail
"Hey, you've reached Marco. If that's who you wanted to reach, great, leave a message. If not? Still leave a message. I'll probably reply."
[ooc: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game [info]fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to ( Read more... ) -
A not so small mansion, Los Angeles, California, 2003
It was the keys' fault. Or maybe the pool's. Either way, it definitely wasn't Marco's fault that he was currently a lobster at the bottom of his non-chlorinated for these purposes pool. Some rational part of Marco's mind realized that he could have easily just dived into the pool or gotten someone else to do it. But this worked too ( Read more... ) -
Los Angeles, California, 2002
"Aw, come on!" Marco scowled at the television and flipped through a few channels. "It's all re-runs ( Read more... ) -
Room 412
After two weeks of vending machineness, Marco had quite a few voice mails stored up. Almost all were either from his parents or Cassie which gave him an idea about their contents ( Read more... ) -
4th Floor Corridor
At some point Marco realized that he had running out of junk food. This was a nightmare that could not be lived with, so he decided to run back to his room for food.
He didn't even get a chance to think "Not again!" before being turned into a vending machine.
[ooc: I'm home for a week, Marco is a vending machine. Vending machine is moddable.] -
Room 412
Marco had not noticed anything odd at prom, though he was curious as to where his date had disappeared to. But it was Saturday, so he had more pressing matters - like sleeping in till noon.
Of course, the silly boy had forgotten to lock the door.
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Fourth floor hallway, late at night
In the hallway, stood a vending machine, all alone. It did have a name tag though that proudly said "Probably Marco. Don't vend me, biznatches!" It also said that soda was 1.25 a bottle and that everything was out of stock.
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Fourth floor hallway
When you took away the animals and the aliens, Marco was really a normal teenage boy deep down inside. A hungry at 3 am teenage boy. Had Marco been a more observant teenage boy, he might have realized that he was standing in the exact same spot where he had turned into a vending machine last time. But he wasn't ( Read more... ) -
Arms Hotel, Room 329
Marco had pizza. Marco had soda. Marco had spent fifteen minutes in the lobby trying to get ready to go talk to his best friend and hopefully get more than a yes/no/fine sentence out of him. Marco also had cheese. Don't ask.
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Marco, the animals, and you
It's been a long, long time since I've done this, so ... a quick primer on the random animals ( Read more... )