http://ttlynotblue.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ttlynotblue.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2009-07-22 05:23 am (UTC)

[ooc: *glad, not galde DX]

Unfortunately Genie did not notice Lenne’s difficulty in lifting her golf bag. Had he known he would have immediately given the girl a lighter bag. He spent a long period of time carefully examining a number of clubs which he’d pulled from the shelves in hopes of his retrieving his memory. It wasn’t until the girl spoke up he looked away from them, hoping he could meet her needs. He quickly returned to her side, holding a rather intimidating club in his hands before he rested it on his shoulders.

“Oh, have I got a treat for you! What better way to make your grand entrance on the green than riding your very own golf cart!” Suddenly great blue clouds of smoke erupt before the two, revealing a purple painted golf cart, Lenne’s clubs already placed on its back. However, the colour was far from the only unusual thing about this cart. “Yo, yo, yo. We went full out on this ride, my man.” The djinn paused for a moment. “My woman. Check it! We hooked you up with eighteen inch Yokohama prototypes. We also got this wing put in and body kit in the back. We’re talking some sweet spoilage here. If you follow me to the front you’ll see that there was no way we’d be touching this cart without playing with the engine. So what we did was hook you up with an engine dress up kit. This baby’s gonna fly. In the back we put in a fusion sound system, dog. Amps, woofers, they’re gonna hear you from at least two blocks away. Not to mention we hooked you up with not one, not two, but three Xboxes. That’s right, three Xboxes installed in the cart. We’re talking some quality gaming. That's how we roll baby, that's how we pimp yo ride!”

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