Post by leaftail on Dec 17, 2007 17:39:35 GMT -5
On the stage is a desk with a chair behind it. Next to the desk are two other chairs. The audience applauding. Cheering. For the one that will bring them the laughter, joy, tears for things they never thought that they would laugh or cry about. This man that they are applauding for is the one, the only. Kureno. Sohma. Yeah.
Ah hah! The praised man steps onto the stage, coffee cup in hand and the noise level from the crowd increases by a couple of decibels. He stares at them with a cold, hard glare.
That cold, hard glare can only mean one thing. This is the show that won .5 Emmy Awards. This is the show that all stereotypes of all kind join together and – well, watch.
This show is…
Emo. With. Kureno. What now, bitch.
The man dressed in Hot Topic attire from head to toe (and socks from Wal-Mart) sat down at the desk with his complimentary “Emo With Kureno! YAY! I mean.. let’s cut ourselves.” coffee mug and took a sip of coffee. Once the tip of that mug touched his lips, the crowd came to an automatic silence.
“Yo. Welcome to “Emo With Kureno.” Today our emo guest will be someone special. I can’t go on without her. She is my everything. She is my life. If she leaves me I will be petrified. I can’t survive without her. Please welcome the one who holds my heart in her hands, Akito Sohma.”
The crowd burst into tears at his beautiful speech as said beauty graced the stage with her presence. When they got quieter, you could her murmurs of,
“Gee, he’s so devoted.”
“That Kureno’s a shattered man. Broken.”
“I wish I had a man who said stuff like that to me.”
“I feel like tacos.”
Once they got completely quiet, was when the interview began.
The chicken-boy looked up from his cards to Akito.
“Well, Akito. How have you been?”
“Positively emo.” She replied darkly. Her fringe hid her face well and she was very pale.
Pale is good when you want to be emo.
“Really?” Kureno asked. He got a nod in return. I’m hungry.
“Well, Akito darling. Tell us. Have you found anything good at Hot Topic lately?” Kureno asked. Akito sighed sadly and shook her head. “Sadly, I have not. My mother just doesn’t understand me. Nobody understands me. So I’m been crying to the sounds of Hawthorne Heights in my room all day. I am alone and misunderstood in the world.”
The crowd gasped as Kureno turned to the camera.
“And we’ll be right back after these messages.” He said solemnly.
BUTTSMECKS.
And now, back to Emo With Kureno.
“Akito,” Kureno turned to her. “Tell us. What is your goal in life?” Everyone was silent. Akito’s goal in life - was something you could NOT miss.
“Darkness.”
Everybody clapped at her response. Typical emo. Suddenly, a bell rang.
“That means it’s time for my space!” Kureno said. Then, you see a computer screen.
Hello!Cut My Wrists&&BlackMyEyes.!
(emo Kureno picture)
Kureno stared at the computer screen in awe. His lower lip started trembling and everybody stared at him. (Meanwhile, Akito’s making babies with your dog.)
Kureno burst out into tears. “I DON’T HAVE ANY MY SPACE COMMENTS! THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!” Kureno bawled. Steve, the camera man was soothing him as Akito walked on stage. Yes, she impregnated your dog. BELIEVE IT!
Akito stood there and cleared her throat.
“I’m afraid that we’re going to have to end the show early today because Kureno’s so depressed. He’s off somewhere right now writing emo poems. I will now include one of them as a filler to fill up the rest of the time.” Akito said and then walked off.
I didn’t get any my space comments today.
I am unloved.
I am so unworthy have nobody is willing to take time out of their day to comment on my new layout.
I am unloved.
I must be ugly too, for nobody commented on my pictures.
Were they scared? Scared to tell me that I am hideous. Fat.
Your mother.
Ah hah! The praised man steps onto the stage, coffee cup in hand and the noise level from the crowd increases by a couple of decibels. He stares at them with a cold, hard glare.
That cold, hard glare can only mean one thing. This is the show that won .5 Emmy Awards. This is the show that all stereotypes of all kind join together and – well, watch.
This show is…
Emo. With. Kureno. What now, bitch.
The man dressed in Hot Topic attire from head to toe (and socks from Wal-Mart) sat down at the desk with his complimentary “Emo With Kureno! YAY! I mean.. let’s cut ourselves.” coffee mug and took a sip of coffee. Once the tip of that mug touched his lips, the crowd came to an automatic silence.
“Yo. Welcome to “Emo With Kureno.” Today our emo guest will be someone special. I can’t go on without her. She is my everything. She is my life. If she leaves me I will be petrified. I can’t survive without her. Please welcome the one who holds my heart in her hands, Akito Sohma.”
The crowd burst into tears at his beautiful speech as said beauty graced the stage with her presence. When they got quieter, you could her murmurs of,
“Gee, he’s so devoted.”
“That Kureno’s a shattered man. Broken.”
“I wish I had a man who said stuff like that to me.”
“I feel like tacos.”
Once they got completely quiet, was when the interview began.
The chicken-boy looked up from his cards to Akito.
“Well, Akito. How have you been?”
“Positively emo.” She replied darkly. Her fringe hid her face well and she was very pale.
Pale is good when you want to be emo.
“Really?” Kureno asked. He got a nod in return. I’m hungry.
“Well, Akito darling. Tell us. Have you found anything good at Hot Topic lately?” Kureno asked. Akito sighed sadly and shook her head. “Sadly, I have not. My mother just doesn’t understand me. Nobody understands me. So I’m been crying to the sounds of Hawthorne Heights in my room all day. I am alone and misunderstood in the world.”
The crowd gasped as Kureno turned to the camera.
“And we’ll be right back after these messages.” He said solemnly.
BUTTSMECKS.
And now, back to Emo With Kureno.
“Akito,” Kureno turned to her. “Tell us. What is your goal in life?” Everyone was silent. Akito’s goal in life - was something you could NOT miss.
“Darkness.”
Everybody clapped at her response. Typical emo. Suddenly, a bell rang.
“That means it’s time for my space!” Kureno said. Then, you see a computer screen.
Hello!Cut My Wrists&&BlackMyEyes.!
(emo Kureno picture)
Kureno stared at the computer screen in awe. His lower lip started trembling and everybody stared at him. (Meanwhile, Akito’s making babies with your dog.)
Kureno burst out into tears. “I DON’T HAVE ANY MY SPACE COMMENTS! THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!” Kureno bawled. Steve, the camera man was soothing him as Akito walked on stage. Yes, she impregnated your dog. BELIEVE IT!
Akito stood there and cleared her throat.
“I’m afraid that we’re going to have to end the show early today because Kureno’s so depressed. He’s off somewhere right now writing emo poems. I will now include one of them as a filler to fill up the rest of the time.” Akito said and then walked off.
I didn’t get any my space comments today.
I am unloved.
I am so unworthy have nobody is willing to take time out of their day to comment on my new layout.
I am unloved.
I must be ugly too, for nobody commented on my pictures.
Were they scared? Scared to tell me that I am hideous. Fat.
Your mother.