let's get it started in here -- [open]
Characters: America / Alfred F. Jones starstripedhero and ANYBODY!
Where & When: His house, 1119 Brixton Ave, Alpha District. It's mid day.
Rating & Why: UHHHH. PG-13 FOR LANGUAGE? idk
Summary: America's bored, so he's invited anybody and everybody to a party through a text message! Have at it. Meet new people or interact with him as much as you want!
So, whether a lot of people were informed about this party or not, America was going to throw it anyway and see what exactly would happen. I mean, with this opportunity to get whatever you want for a killer party, there was no way he could let this slip from his fingertips-- especially when he had met all these crazy people that haven't seen any of his AWESOME movies.
What the hell, seriously? Good thing a hero was here to fix that. He felt immensely troubled for the people he had met who didn't even know what a television was.
Or what America was for that matter. Now that was just insulting!
Such awesome movies consist of probably the most American movies ever, such as the Die Hard and The Godfather series, and of course something as obnoxious as the South Park movie. Amongst these, E.T was going to be shown and Terminator if there was enough time. Maybe Con Air just for that nerdy little kid he met. These are just a few of the many, many, many America had in his collection.
They were all being shown on a projection screen outside so people could just stand or sit outside and watch it. Couches and of the like were provided if people didn't want to sit on the grass or stand there as they watched his movies. Subtitles were seen under whatever movie was playing right now (we'll go with the first Die Hard here) because the mix of both rap and rock music (And Lady Gaga!) he was playing outside was just a little bit too loud. It was about midday, and the sun was high in the air-- not a cloud in the sky. He was really hoping nobody was going to wish for foul weather. I mean, really, who would when he was planning something like this?
Red, white, and blue balloons were decorated everywhere in a pretty obnoxious and childish fashion, and a large table covered with hamburgers and hot dogs and cola stretched across the bright green grass. It was your typical 4th of July party, only to like the 10th power with streamers and oh God-- more red white and blue. It's everywhere. You cannot escape the American-ness of this party. It's everywhere.
Video games were inside his home, along with desserts-- like a carrot cake for his buddy Elliot! At least he was being thoughtful, right? America had also placed comic books everywhere in his house, hoping people would pick them up and read them if they didn't want to socialize. Really, people needed to get educated around here with something important! Who knows, he may just start a lecture on American history and culture here if he gets fed up enough.
Anyhow, America, himself, it just outside his home at 1119 Brixton Avenue where the party was being held, he's still making hamburgers, finding it enjoyable to BBQ these outside instead of just wishing for them. He's feeling mighty fine in a pair of sunglasses, shorts and a white wife beater with his dog tags around his neck.
"Okay, now, this better prove to people how awesome I am! And they better be talking about this party weeks and weeks after it! This also better do the trick-- I swear to God-- these people have pitiful worlds! Time to give the a taste of REAL awesomeness, booya!"
Apparently there was some talk of robot dinosaur racing, but we'll see about that.
[[ ooc; mingle and threadjack to your hearts content-- never too late to join! go ahead and do whatever you want-- it's ruleless here.
i'll be tagging back here tomorrow. ]]
Where & When: His house, 1119 Brixton Ave, Alpha District. It's mid day.
Rating & Why: UHHHH. PG-13 FOR LANGUAGE? idk
Summary: America's bored, so he's invited anybody and everybody to a party through a text message! Have at it. Meet new people or interact with him as much as you want!
So, whether a lot of people were informed about this party or not, America was going to throw it anyway and see what exactly would happen. I mean, with this opportunity to get whatever you want for a killer party, there was no way he could let this slip from his fingertips-- especially when he had met all these crazy people that haven't seen any of his AWESOME movies.
What the hell, seriously? Good thing a hero was here to fix that. He felt immensely troubled for the people he had met who didn't even know what a television was.
Or what America was for that matter. Now that was just insulting!
Such awesome movies consist of probably the most American movies ever, such as the Die Hard and The Godfather series, and of course something as obnoxious as the South Park movie. Amongst these, E.T was going to be shown and Terminator if there was enough time. Maybe Con Air just for that nerdy little kid he met. These are just a few of the many, many, many America had in his collection.
They were all being shown on a projection screen outside so people could just stand or sit outside and watch it. Couches and of the like were provided if people didn't want to sit on the grass or stand there as they watched his movies. Subtitles were seen under whatever movie was playing right now (we'll go with the first Die Hard here) because the mix of both rap and rock music (And Lady Gaga!) he was playing outside was just a little bit too loud. It was about midday, and the sun was high in the air-- not a cloud in the sky. He was really hoping nobody was going to wish for foul weather. I mean, really, who would when he was planning something like this?
Red, white, and blue balloons were decorated everywhere in a pretty obnoxious and childish fashion, and a large table covered with hamburgers and hot dogs and cola stretched across the bright green grass. It was your typical 4th of July party, only to like the 10th power with streamers and oh God-- more red white and blue. It's everywhere. You cannot escape the American-ness of this party. It's everywhere.
Video games were inside his home, along with desserts-- like a carrot cake for his buddy Elliot! At least he was being thoughtful, right? America had also placed comic books everywhere in his house, hoping people would pick them up and read them if they didn't want to socialize. Really, people needed to get educated around here with something important! Who knows, he may just start a lecture on American history and culture here if he gets fed up enough.
Anyhow, America, himself, it just outside his home at 1119 Brixton Avenue where the party was being held, he's still making hamburgers, finding it enjoyable to BBQ these outside instead of just wishing for them. He's feeling mighty fine in a pair of sunglasses, shorts and a white wife beater with his dog tags around his neck.
"Okay, now, this better prove to people how awesome I am! And they better be talking about this party weeks and weeks after it! This also better do the trick-- I swear to God-- these people have pitiful worlds! Time to give the a taste of REAL awesomeness, booya!"
Apparently there was some talk of robot dinosaur racing, but we'll see about that.
[[ ooc; mingle and threadjack to your hearts content-- never too late to join! go ahead and do whatever you want-- it's ruleless here.
i'll be tagging back here tomorrow. ]]