Creativity Hats, Everybody!! :D

[meeen]

Well, I'm not sure if this fits here, but...

Let's write a story! Not necessarily role play, but it can be if you'd like to assume a character. Write about any random events inside a certain (loose) frame! Be as creative as you'd like!

Anything goes!!

[meeen]

Pineapples are not a regular form of precipitation.
Yet here they are, like bombs from an invading strawberry spaceship, smashing to the ground in splats of purple innards. Purple. The weatherman even had trouble conveying the peculiar conditions, spluttering over "Purple p-pineapples...?" as his face turned the same color, peering incredulously outdoors.
Umbrellas were proving ineffective against the violet grenades, so there was a spectacular clanging orchestra as the fruit bounced off of the pots, pans, and assorted kitchenware armor of passing civilians.
I guess people have to go places in any weather, mused Miles as he watched through a window splattered with purple gore, safely detached from the fruitful warfare outdoors. I'm glad I don't have school today.

[FranklyyFrankiee]

((HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AWESOME XDDDD Purple Pineapples. Freakin awesome))

Riley stared up at the sky from her 5th-story apartment window. Where did they come from? They didn't even come from clouds. It's like they came straight from space and completely ignored the ozone layer...what was left of it.
The fan in the apartment recently broke and the repairman was supposed to come today. Doubt that'll happen. If Riley wasn't afraid of being pelted by pineapples, then she would definitely leave this sauna.

[meeen]

((Remember? ;D ))
With little else to do, Miles continued his vigil by the window, apathetically pondering whether each pineapple was unique, like the other solid forms of precipitation with which he was acquainted.
It was as he was following a pineapple down that something distinctly not purple caught his eye. The apartment building across from his was looking rather as if it had suffered a "Mars Attacks!"-type brain splatter, but he noticed a speck of life in girl who was also peering outside, in the mirror equivalent of his own apartment.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much life in her, either--if humans were capable of shifting through states of matter, she would be a steaming, shapeless blob dripping out between the window panes. Miles gave a little wave.
The pineapples kept dropping, with an occasional neon-blue mango adding to the cocktail.

[FranklyyFrankiee]

The boy caught Riley's eye and she hesitantly waved back wondering who he was. She was so bored out of her mind, she was gonna go find out. She grabbed a jacket and an unbrella, yet neither would probably help her in this strange weather. It was only about 10 meters from her front door to his, Riley used to be on the track team -- no sweat...right?
She took the elevator down to the 1st floor and made a run for it out the front door and to his. Riley was about half way there, and everything was perfect! SMACK. Right through the umbrella, a pink pineapple hit her in the head. "Owwwwwwwww..." She cried. Riley threw the pineapple away and it rolled back and hit her foot. No matter how far she threw it, it would come back. "What is this a homing missile!?" It was a different color, and the others just seemed to smash into tiny pieces when they hit the ground. This pink one didn't even get a dent.
Riley ran into the apartment build across the street. "Ugh, safe for now." Too bad she couldn't quite remember which floor was the boy's..let alone which window.

[meeen]

Miles was given quite a surprise when he saw the girl suddenly disappear after waving.... then appear outside her apartment. He watched with all the anxiety of a suspense movie as the girl swiftly dodged the falling purple missiles, until... Thud. He winced in his peculiar exaggerated manner in response to the painful sound. But this was abruptly cut off when he realized that she was heading towards his apartment building, and--apparently--him.
Miles hastily grabbed his coat (he thought it might be useful for protection against splatter, at least) and rushed out the door. But he quickly doubled back, ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a wok: just in case.
Nearly tumbling down the stairs, Miles ran the five stories from his apartment to the first floor. He saw the girl (somehow, he expected her to be shivering as if it were raining) and rushed forward with all the inertia of his downward flight to give an introduction. Instead, however, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of a hot-pink pineapple that appeared to be following the girl.
Completely immersed with this new arrival, Miles brushed past the girl to grab the pink pursuer. It wasn't a pineapple. It looks like some sort of metal... In inspecting the object, his finger caught on one of the leaves--and pulled up the stem a notch. Immediately, a tacky early-90s style song began to emit from the pink pineapple: "We're gonna make fruit salad out of you~! We're gonna make fruit salad out of you-ou~ Puurrp--" Miles slammed the thing together to stop the music. He looked up, as if to search for an answer--and locked eyes with the girl, who had been standing there the whole time.
"M-Miles..!" He blurted. It was the vestiges of his former attempt at an introduction that had finally made its way to the fore of Miles' brain, which had become muddled by the quick succession of confusing events. He only hoped he got the meaning across, because he didn't think he was capable of any more speech at the moment.

((And I only hope that that passage made any sense!! )

[FranklyyFrankiee]

Riley stood motionless for a few seconds until a grin found its way across her face. "Riley!" She said in the most cheery voice possible, with these purple circumstances. She shifted her eyes to the pink "thing" in Miles' hands and her grin shifted to a desirable grin. "...I liked that song.." She said, keeping her eyes wide open and staring at the music box. It was as if she was in a trance and the music had her under some sort of desire or greed spell...

((sorry its short....im running out of ideas T_T ))

[meeen]

Though Miles was thoroughly relieved at the girl's pleasant answer, he was somewhat taken aback by her affection for the pineapple music.
"You... do..?"
Grudgingly, he opened the pineapple once more. The song started again:
"We're gonna make fruit salad out of you~! We're gonna make fruit salad out of you-ou~ Puurrple Piiiineapples, bluue blue mangoooes...."
Miles jerked his head up. "Those.. those are the conditions outside!" He turned towards the window, and indeed, there were now quite a few blue mangoes added to the fruit hail outside.
"...green cherries and electric-yellow grapes! We're gonna make..."
Miles supposed this was the forecast for the rest of the day. Inwardly groaning, he halfheartedly started to wonder whether this was some alien plan to "make fruit salad" out of Earth. Ridiculous.
He looked at Riley, for some better explanation for what was going on, but found only her blank eyes staring at the pink pineapple. Does she like the song that much?
"Uh.. here. Would you like to keep it?" Miles didn't know what else to do with the "pineapple," whose purpose seemed only to emit that tacky forecasting song. In truth, he was getting tired of having that song so close to his ears.

((Ahaa it's fine!! I'm actually getting near the end, too... ))

[undying666]

Shark sat alone,in a darkened room,bitching to himself about the lack of electricity caused by the "storm."beyond that,a bright green coconut had blasted through his window and was now incessantly nagging him about how the dice tasted.He never should have rolled for divine intervention against this,that damn 1,critical fumble,and the fruit began to downpour like some sick joke of the gods."Wonderful,"he mumbled to himself,when he heard music playing down the hall...

[FranklyyFrankiee]

Riley snatched the pink music box and danced around as it played the song over...and over....and over. She wasn't under a trance---this is something she'd do if she was by herself. Did she forget that Miles was there?
She continued dancing until a bright yellow....grape...flew at the door and left a dent.
"AGGHH" She cried and hid behind Miles. "WHA' WAS THAT?!"

[undying666]

Shark groaned,getting up and stumbling through the darkness to his door.He heard the "thud,"and the singing,and decided it was time to investigate.Kitchen knife in hand,and coconut in tow(of its own accord,won't leave me be,damned to my luck) he made his way down the hall to something of a sight.A girl,dancing with a pineapple,and a male,standing nearby,seemingly disgruntled by the sound of the musical fruit.

[meeen]

((Sorry everyone for being so late!!))
Now, by this point, Miles' brain was already a swirl of confusion, and this condition was not mitigated by the sudden assailment by a grape, being used as a barrier against it, and a man walking in with a knife and a muttering coconut.
Through all this, he managed to produce a coherent thought, which was Why does everyone seem to have a companion-fruit but me?, a rather cynical and incongruous response to the situation.
Still, it occurred to him that despite the comical impression a talking coconut might give, a man with a knife was probably not something to be taken lightly.
"Um... hello...?" It was a rather unconvincing greeting; it was all Miles could do to keep his anxious eyes off the knife. He hoped that the man had brought it to pare the sudden windfall of fruits, and not the people in front of him.

[FranklyyFrankiee]

Riley squealed in excitement as the music finally change. It was very slow and seemed to be....familiar? All around the apple tree.....the fruit falls to the ground...........one day you eat the fruit from the tree.......Look what you found! A angry fruit, a furious fruit, they're daring you to eat two. That's not the case this time around. They're gonna eat you. Riley blinked.."Well then." She said calmly. 5 seconds passed before Riley screamed at the top of her lungs and chucked the pink pineapple out the window and ran up the staircase. "RUN AWAY ITS THE REVENGE OF THE FRUIT!"

[undying666]

Shark spun,seeing the coconut open its mouth wide."Todays forecast calls for THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT,"It screamed,lunging past him at the girl who was running up the stairs."No,"Shark wailied in response,"Todays forecast calls for SHUT THE F@<* UP,YOU'RE A FRUIT!A BLOODY,FRIGGIN,COCONUT,"and with that,whipped the knife through the air,into what would have been the spine of the coconut.It's bitching promptly stopped.

[meeen]

Well, at least it seems the knife was intended for fruit...
Miles quickly ran over to the twitching coconut (a prompt response uncharacteristic of his usual self), to inspect it-- the bloodthirsty thing had aroused his curiosity, and he felt that perhaps he could approach it if there was a knife stuck in its back.
This is not to say that Miles did not feel some trepidation as he neared the coconut and gingerly turned it over. He immediately regretted this action: a sharp pain shot up from his finger shortly afterward, causing tears to spring to his eyes. It bit me! He looked rather helplessly at Shark behind him.
And as if his blood had pulled some activation tab, the coconut began to undergo a disturbing change...