The Downie Awards Show - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 05-06-2003, 01:17 PM

Cue a previous scene . . .

Strains of Dave Matthew’s Angel floated faintly into the cubicle where Pio sat. That and the mention of her name.

Someone had given her an award!

Reluctantly, she snapped shut the laptop, and putting it under her arm, ran helter-skelter to the stage. Manardiel stood blinking in the spotlight, having been pushed to the side by Gravlox as the next presenter took the stage.

Pio giggled as she read the inscription on the Downie. The word ‘NICEST’ leapt out at her. ‘I guess I won’t be getting this again next year!’ She gave Manardariel a big hug and thanked her for the presentation. ‘I hope they don’t pelt you with tomatoes for giving me this,’ she said, jamming the award in her pants pocket.

‘Take care!’ she said, leaping from the stage and dashing for the door. ‘See you back at the Shire!’

Durelin followed, snapping viciously at anyone who tried to lay on hand on the escaping Elf.

She slowed down as she neared the exit, a few more steps and she would be through the door. The dulcet tones of the revived admin hit her like a shock-wave, spurring her on more quickly . . .

05-06-2003, 01:17 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cue a previous scene . . . Strains of Dave Matthew’s Angel floated faintly into the cubicle where Pio sat. That and the mention of her name. Someone had given her an award! Reluctantly, she snapped shut the laptop, and putting it under her arm, ran helter-skelter to the stage. Manardiel stood blinking in the spotlight, having been pushed to the side by Gravlox as the next presenter took the stage. Pio giggled as she read the inscription on the Downie. The word ‘NICEST’ leapt out at her. ‘I guess I won’t be getting this again next year!’ She gave Manardariel a big hug and thanked her for the presentation. ‘I hope they don’t pelt you with tomatoes for giving me this,’ she said, jamming the award in her pants pocket. ‘Take care!’ she said, leaping from the stage and dashing for the door. ‘See you back at the Shire!’ Durelin followed, snapping viciously at anyone who tried to lay on hand on the escaping Elf. She slowed down as she neared the exit, a few more steps and she would be through the door. The dulcet tones of the revived admin hit her like a shock-wave, spurring her on more quickly . . . __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.