5 MICS Jan 16, 2004 17:41:49 GMT -5
Post by JUCIEE GUDNESS FROM DA HOOD on Jan 16, 2004 17:41:49 GMT -5
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A gray, rundown, three-story building sat in the midst of other old and dilapidated buildings. The windows in the building had been sealed by bricks and there was only one door that was located in the back. From the outside, one would think that this building was just a condemned warehouse. But, the inside told a totally different story.
Everything on the inside was immaculate. Every wall was mirrored and the furniture was fit for a king. The sleeping/kitchen quarters and garage were located on the bottom floor along with a hidden trap door that went down under the ground into a tunnel. The tunnel lead the way to the next set of buildings for a safe, easy escape just in case something ever went down. On the second floor was a state-of-the-art recording studio that doubled as a secret weapon. Located on the top floor was the recreational area. Security camera monitors were also located in each room. They showed everything that went on outside within a 5-mile radius. And of course, there was a bathroom on every floor.
Our singing crusaders, Dru Hill AKA The 5 Mics were relaxing on the top floor. Nokio and Sisqo were playing a video game while Jazz, Scola, and Woody played pool. Little did they know that they would be called on for one of the most important missions of their lives.
“F*** yeah! I blew yo’ @** up again!”, Nokio shouted as he threw his controller on the floor to hold his arms up in victory.
“Man, my d*** controller ain’t workin’ right!”, Sisqo pouted as he checked it out.
Jazz threw his two cents in and laughed, “Aww, stop cryin’ and take yo’ @** whoopin’ like a man!”
“I don’t remember askin’ yo’ happy @** nuthin’!”, Sisqo replied giving him the finger.
“You betta save that for one uh yo’ tricks!”, Jazz snapped back.
Nokio was lying on the floor by this time, cracking up. “We go through this ev’rytime you play, man. Face it, yo’ controller ain’t broke; you just ain’t s*** at this game!”, he laughed.
Sisqo shouted, “F*** you! I can’t stand playin’ this d*** game wit’chu no way!”
“S***! Will yall stop?! I’m tryna concentrate!”, Scola shouted as he was taking his shot.
“If they did, you know something would be wrong”, Woody replied as he leaned up against the wall awaiting his turn at the pool table.
“Silence! I need for you all to listen, as I have a very important job for you to do!”
The guys stopped what they were doing and looked up to see their mentor, The Legend, appear on the main security monitor. Well, he didn’t really appear. The only thing they ever saw was The Legend’s mouth as he talked.
“Here we go!”, Sisqo mumbled while rolling his eyes.
“W’sup, Legend?”, Jazz asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“It seems that our enemy, D-Pimp, is recruiting a gang of no-talent punks to try to take over the world with their music. All music listeners’ ears are counting on you to take these bustas down! I’m also sending a new recruit that will be a part of your team. She has been well-trained to defend herself as well as you all against any enemies that you will most definitely come across while completing this mission.”