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Jul. 1st, 2009

  • 9:16 PM
Anyone's guess is as good as the next on how all the clips are being filmed or where they're being broadcast from. The sackdolls tend to defy most of the rules in how they do things.

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The Michael sackdoll stands at a window covered with chicken wire over the glass, head tilted as he stares at something outside. A little hand raises to reach through the wire and tap on the window. As he does, the Lucifer sackdoll flies into view outside. Batlike wings flap, keeping Lucifer in the air. Michael waves happily, turning to yell (silently) down at something or someone. Moments later the dark haired John doll joins Michael at the window.

The two converse in whatever unheard language the sackdolls have for a few minutes. Lucifer continues to hover outside, looking as unhappy and ready to kill something as a toy can. John backs up a few spaces and whips a tiny Gun out and fires at the window. Pings result and a few tiny cracks, but nothing more.

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The scene changes to an alleyway. The black and white of Uck is easy to identify, the bumbler moving in a predator's circle around a sackdoll wearing a tan trenchcoat. The blond haired toy lights a cigarette and tries to stare down Uck.

Uck doesn't seem too impressed.

Exhaling (somehow) a stream of cigarette smoke, the doll flips the bumbler off. Uck lifts a paw threateningly. Compared to the doll's size, Uck's claws are huge. The sackdoll of the other John Constantine makes a motion before it, snapping his hand in a shoving motion at Uck. The ground ripples in an outwards wave, cracks forming in the pavement as it approaches Uck. When it hits, the bumbler merely stands there, unhurt and unaffected. A paw dusts off its shoulder as Uck's mouth spreads in a wide toothy grin.

The blond doll backs up a step and turns to run. It's barely a second before the bumbler pounces on it, giving the doll a sharp shake before padding back towards the Lux with its catch held tightly in its jaws.

"Ooties or Ician," the bumbler mutters as it races off.

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Sackiroth is sideways to the camera when it flips on. In his hands is a small silver bound book. The sackdoll peers down at the words before gesturing before him dramatically, head thrown back as he begins to give what looks to be a (silent) amazing replica of any of William Shatner's speeches. What he doesn't see is the arm and shoulder of the Red Dictator behind him... or the tiny version of the Red Dictator that is standing beside the larger version's arm.

Needless to say, Sackdoll Genesis doesn't look overly pleased.

Sackiroth slaps the book on his head and pulls a tiny blue apple from his pocket, waving it in front of him and yapping along with as many wide-arms gestures as he can pull off while balancing book on his head and apple in hand.

Sackdoll Genesis stalks over to him, snatching the book off his head and whacking him with it. Sackiroth blinks before scowling. Snatching his apple away from Sackiroth, the doll Genesis stomps away.

"I did warn you," Genesis comments to the disgruntled looking Sackiroth.

Sackiroth brandishes his sw- err... frying pan at the Red Dictator before heading off to find his black chocobo direwolf steed.

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