The Movie Drabble Game

[Quill]

I debated where to put this, but I felt it belonged here more than the games thread. Ok, here's how it works. You take some characters, it can be your characters, or from a canon game or movie, whatever. Then you take a scene from a popular movie (nothing obscure, classic Disney and Pixar works well), and you adapt the characters to that scene. The person to correctly guess what movie the scene is from gets to write the next drabble. If 48 hours pass without a correct guess, you post the answer and a new drabble. Format goes like this:
Characters: (made-ups or post the game or show they're from)
Difficulty: (Easy, Medium, Hard)
Drabble: (post your scene here)

I'll start!

Characters: Phoenix Wright: Justice for All
Difficulty: Medium
Drabble:
The butler sighed, hesitating in the doorway to the small room. He looked at the young man seated in the luxurious armchair, focused on the television screen- no doubt watching an old news article about his rival stars. Without turning from the television, the man adressed him. "What is it, Ambrister?" he asked, clearly not enjoying the distraction. He absently stroked the tabby cat in his lap.
"The Jammin' Ninja," the butler, Ambrister, said, almost meekly. The man in the armchain allowed himself a satisfied smirk.
"Finally getting cancelled, is it?" he asked, amused. Ambrister sighed, feeling like the messenger brining bad news to a mafia boss.
"No..." Engarde, who had been moving to take a sip of his cognac, paused.
"Another budget cut?" Engarde guessed, frowning slightly. Ambrister hesitated.
"No, it's--" Engarde sighed, clearly losing his patience. He paused before he could sip his wine yet again.
"It's starting another filler arc? What, what? Spit it out." Ambrister steeled himself.
"It's come back. It's..." he sounded almost confused, "popular." Matt abruptly choked on his cognac, eyes wide. He grabbed the bottle from the table beside the chair and, examining the label, apparently decided it was too good to spit out, and swallowed roughly. He looked almost thoughtful.
"I haven't said anything about the Jammin' Ninja in months," he said quietly.
"No, sir," Ambrister agreed quietly.
"I called it a toddler's action show," Matt stood, riffling through a stack of scripts, handcopied transcripts of his interviews.
"Yes, sir," Ambrister agreed again. Matt found the sheet he was looking for.
"I said 'The Jammin' Ninja finally reached the fame it wanted, right alongside another famous action show- Yu-Gi-Oh."
"Touche," Ambrister remarked meekly. Engarde stood, turning on his heel to face the butler.
"That was where I left it," he said coldly. "That was my last word. The. Last. Word."
"Yes," Ambrister shrunk back from his furious employer.
"Then tell me, Ambrister," Matt said coldly, swirling his glass of cognac. "How could it be popular?"

[EvilCopepod]

((Bolt?))

[Quill]

Incorrect.

[EvilCopepod]

((Rattatouille? (can't spell) ))

[Quill]

Ratatouille. Yup.

The scene is Anton Ego's little scene after Linguini and Colette kiss for the first time, played by Matt Engarde. The thing where he goes to spit out his wine is what gave me the idea.

[EvilCopepod]

Characters: Thrax: Osmosis Jones +Some random human gang member
Difficulty: Hard
Drabble:

"What are we doing?" He asked Thrax as they walked towards a convenience store.

"Homework assignment."

"What kind of homework assignment?" The virus pulled out a gun and looked at the gang member.

"Human sacrifice."

"Hey, is that a gun? Please, please tell me that's not a gun!"

"It's a gun."

"What are you doing?"

"Meet me in the back."

"No, no, don't fuck around."

"Meet me in the back." Thrax walked over to the convenience store and went inside.

"Fuck." He ran to the back of the store as he lost sight of Thrax.


On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

The back door opens and Thrax comes out with the clerk of the store at gunpoint and forces him to his knees.

"What are you doing? Come on..." He couldn't believe how crazy he was.

"Hands behind the back." Thrax growled, still pointing the gun at the clerk.

"God!"

"Give me your wallet." The clerk complied and hands him his wallet, Thrax pulls out his driver's license. "Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 SE Benning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?"

"How'd you know?" The clerk asked, shaking fearfully.

"Because, baby, they give shitty basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, you are going to die."

"No,..." Raymond pleaded, ignoring him, Thrax looked through the wallet and found a picture.

"Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad will have to call kindly dr. so-and-so to dig up your dental records, do you wanna know why? Because there won't be nothing left of your face."

"Oh..." The clerk started to sob, his shoulders and sides heaving.

"Aw, come on!" He was sick of watching Thrax mess with this guy's head.

"An expired community student ID! What did you study, Raymond?" The virus asked, acting as if his gang member wasn't even there.

"S-s-s-stuff..."

"Stuff? Were the mid-terms hard?" Thrax rammed the gun barrel against Raymond's temple. "I asked you what you studied, baby!"

"Biology, mostly."

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

"What did you want to be, Raymond K. Hessel?" The clerk sobbed a bit more, saying nothing, Thrax cocked the gun, causing Raymond to gasp. "The question, Raymond, is what did you want to be?"

"Answer, Raymond! Jesus!" The gang member didn't want to watch Thrax blow the clerk's brains out.

"Veterinarian! Veterinarian!"

"Animals."

"Yeah, animals and s-s-s...."

"--Stuff, yeah I got that, baby. That means you have to get more schooling."

"Too much school."

"Would you rather be dead, baby? Would you rather die? Here? On your knees? In the back of a convenient shop?"

"Nooo!" Thrax unlocks the gun and lowers it.

"I'm keeping your license. I'm going to check on you. I know where you live. If you aren't back in school and on your way to being a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now run on home." The virus threw him his wallet. Raymond took it, and staggered to his feet and runs down an alleyway.

"Run, Forrest, run!" Thrax yelled, laughing slightly.

"I feel ill." He rubbed his head, that had been close.

"Imagine how he feels, baby."

"Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny! What the fuck was the point of that?!"

[Kanna]

((This wouldn't be Fight Club, would it? ))

[EvilCopepod]

((Hell yeah! ))

[Kanna]

((Kanna's brain can't handle 'writing' yet. Sorry for the inconvinience.))

Characters: Sy, Echo, Luna, Lufia
Difficulty: Medium, probably
Drabble:

Sy: Sheeeet, man, that honkey mus' be messin' my old lady
got to be runnin' col' upsihd down his head!
Echo: Hey Holm, I can dig it! You know he ain't gonna lay no
mo' big rap upon you man!
Sy: I say hey sky, s'other say I won say I pray to J I get
the same ol' same ol.
Echo: Knock yourself a pro slick. Gray matter back got
perform' us' down I take TCBin, man'.
Sy: You know wha' they say: See a broad to get that bodiac
lay'er down an' smack 'em yack 'em.
Together: Col' got to be! Yo! Sheeeeeeet!
--
Later
---
Luna: Would you gentleman care to order your dinners?
Sy: Bet babe, slide a piece a da porter, drink si' run th'
java.
Echo: Lookie here, I can dig grease and butter on some
draggin' fruit garden.
Luna: -smiles and nods, leaving absolutely confused-
---
Later again
---
Luna: -comes over, seeing Sy in pain- Can I get you something?
Echo: S'mo fo butter layin' to the bone. Jackin' me up. Tightly.
Luna: I'm sorry I don't understand.
Sy: Cutty say he cant hang.
Lufia: -steps over- Oh stewardess, I speak jive.
Luna: Ohhhh, good.
Lufia: He said that he's in great pain and he wants to know if you can help him.
Luna: Would you tell him to just relax and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicine. -runs off-
Lufia: Jus' hang loose blooood. She goonna catch up on the`rebound a de medcide.
Echo: What it is big mamma, my mamma didn't raise no dummy, I dug her rap.
Lufia: -walks away- Cut me som' slac' jak! Chump don wan no help, chump don git no help. Jive ass dude don got no brains anyhow.

[Kanna]

(( Airplane!
))

[Kanna]

Characters: Rosalie and Xonah
Difficulty: Easy Pea-sy!
Drabble:
The woman sighed as she sat in the isolated room within the labs, a haunting melody resonating from the locket she held. She closed it, and soon the melody picked up from the dark shadows of the room. As she turned, a shadowy figure emerged, and immedietly stood, hands lightly grasping the iron bars of her prison.
"My sweet," She smiled tenderly, "You come for me..." The figure remained in the shadows, only partially revealed by light from the cracks of the ceiling.
"You were expecting me." He coldly replied, no emotion audible.
"It has been torture, trapped in this single form." Rosalie huffed lightly in distain, "Cut off from the labs, from all that I love..." She paused. "From you."
"Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged to me." He began to step foreward, voice angered. "Ten years I looked after those who died in experiments." Rosalie looked down, guilty. "And finally, when we could be together again," He stopped before her. "You weren't there." He harshly hissed, stopping the melody as he closed his locket. "Why weren't you there?" She raised her eyes, shaking her head.
"Is my nature." Rosalie whispered, Xonah recoiling slightly. "Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?" He turned away, stepping to the side.
"I do not love you." He simply stated, voice still cold.
"Many things you were, Xonah Ainsley," She stepped to fallow him, bars still separating them. "But never cruel." She stood in front of him as he turned to watch and listen. "You have corrupted your purpose, and so yourself." Rosalie looked him over. "And hid away what always should have been mine." She touched him, form recoiling back to a more normal appearence. He breathed shakily, surprised. Something else lingered on his face, and she raised her hand to touch his cheek, smiling. Xonah reached out to touch her as well.
"Rosalie..." He breathed. Her eyes locked with his, honest.
"I will be free, and when I am, I will give you my heart. And we will be together always..." She removed her hand, "If only you had a heart to give." As her hand retreated, he reverted back, still slightly dazed. Xonah soon shook it off, and a hand went to her throat. Rosalie gasped, utterly taken by surprise. "Why did you come?" She asked, voice quivering. After a moment, he removed his hand, eyes hard again, and entered the cell she occupied. The heartless backed away, staring at him seriously.
"And what fate have you planned for your captors?" He asked, looking down at her.
"The Creators?" She spat, stepping away. "The last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be." Rosalie grasped the bars again, not looking at him. He sighed and walked to the other wall, she turning to ask him a question. "And what of your fate, Xonah Ainsley?"
"My heart will always belong to you." He whispered over his shoulder as he left.

[ღMax]

Pirates of the Caribbean 3.

[Quill]

...Dammit. *sees the Canon*

[Kanna]

((Hehe..correct!

I know, right? Davy is emotionless, and it's perfect! XD
From now on: Davy=Xonah, Tia Dalma=Rosalie. Gotta love complex relationships. <3 ))

[ღMax]

Characters: Maxina, Varien, Vexel.
Mentioned Characters: Thrax, Kalona.
Difficulty: Medium-Hard.
Drabble:

Vexel, dressed in all black, appeared over the crest of the hill, seeing the one he’d come to find. A mask covered his face, hiding his identity.

Varien sat on a boulder, a bottle of wine and two goblets in front of him. He held a long silver dagger to Maxina’s neck.

“So, it is down to you, and it is down to me.” Varien chuckled, a slight grin on his lips. The blindfold over Maxina’s eyes prevented her from seeing Vexel wordlessly move closer. Varien rolled his eyes.

“If you wish her dead, by all means, keep moving forward.” He sighed, raising an eyebrow. Vexel held his hands up in surrender.

“Let me explain.” He said smoothly. He kept moving closer, and Varien laughed.

“There’s nothing to explain. You’re trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen.” He gestured to himself, a cocky smirk on his face. Under his mask, Vexel narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Perhaps…an arrangement can be made?”

“There will be no arrangement.” Varien snapped darkly, pressing the dagger against Maxina’s throat harder. “And you’re killing her.” Maxina inhaled sharply, stiffening as the knife drew a tiny drop of blood. Vexel stopped.

“Well if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.” He tossed his hands up slightly in a dismissive gesture.
“I’m afraid so. I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.” Varien said curtly.

“You’re that smart?”

“Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato? Aristotle? Socrates?”

“Yes.”

“Morons.”

Vexel chuckled, a light grin smoothly appearing on his face. “Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.”
Varian’s eyebrows shot up. “For the Princess?” Vexel nodded wordlessly.

“To the death?”

Again, Vexel nodded.

Varian laughed. “I accept!”

Vexel grinned. “Good. Then pout the wine.” He took a seat across from Varian as the Daimon filled the two goblets with red wine. As he did so, Vexel took a tiny wooden box from his pocket. “Inhale this, but do not touch.” He smirked, passing it to Varian.

“I smell nothing.” Varian scoffed after inhaling quickly. Vexel took the container back from him. “What you do not smell is called iocane powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.” He explained, grinning.

Varian raised an eyebrow, amused. “Hm.”

Vexel took both glasses of wine, turning his back to Varian silently. When he turned back to him, he placed the goblets back where they had been. Varian scoffed.

“All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.” Vexel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.”

Varian laughed. “But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.” He shook his head, appalled by Vexel’s idiocy.

Smoothly, Vexel raised an eyebrow. “You've made your decision then?”

“Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.” Varian rolled his eyes.

“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.” Vexel replied mockingly. Varian didn’t catch the tone.

“Wait till I get going!” He said arrogantly. “Now, where was I?”
“Australia.”

“Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.” Varian continued.

Vexel laughed. “You're just stalling now.” He accused.

Varian grinned deviously. “You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my brute Thrax, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my swordsman Kalona, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.”

“You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.” Vexel sighed.

“It has worked!” Varian roared. “You’ve given everything away, I know where the poison is!”

“Then make your choice.” Vexel challenged, narrowing his eyes.

“I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?” Varian feigned surprised, gesturing behind Vexel. As the Nobody looked away, Varian quickly swapped glasses.

“What? Where? I don't see anything.” Vexel turned back, frowning.

“Well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. First, let's drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.” Varian gave a dazzling smile, picking up his goblet. The two men drank their wine.

“You guessed wrong.” Vexel said immediately, grinning.

Varian scoffed. “You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never getting involved in a land war in Midge, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Daimon when death is on the line!” He fell into a fit of hysterics, before halting suddenly. With a slightly surprised look on his face, Varian fell over to one side, dead.

Vexel quickly untied Maxina, who looked up at him fearfully. “And to think…all this time, it was your cup that was poisoned.” She breathed.

“They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up immunity to iocane powder.” Vexel replied, dragging her away from the scene.