A Walk in the Park II

[captainankh]

Here's another experiment. Starring: David Frost.
In this one there will only be one character, David. Everyone else can just post to make things happen. I don't care how outrageous (though try to have a bit of limitation). The idea, really, is that the thread should progress without having to wait for one character to post. If anyone else wants to create a character that's ok, but make sure your character isn't vital to the survival of the story otherwise we'll have to wait for you to post all the time. If it's really that bad you can kill off poor Dave, but let's not do that right away, ok Chris? I fully expect this to go the way of the bomb thread but we'll try it anyway. Feel free to post whatever you want. I'm hoping not to have to take a really active role in this. The idea is that everyone else controls the main character, not me.
This will, of course, break some rules. If somebody else wants to show up as god, you can. If you want to beat somebody to a bloodied pulp, you can. David isn't anything special so smack him around however much you like. Try not to put him into a situation that can't be solved, eg "Clark locked David in a dungeon under his house, never to be seen again."
On another note, I'm not planning to put any porn into this one. If anybody else wants to, then fine.

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[captainankh]

David Frost walked slowly home from school. He was bored, as ever, and wanted to be home, playing URI quest. But he had to walk the ever-so-tiresome-distance to get there first.
The sun was hot, and beat down upon his unprotected head, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He walked up to an intersection, and stopped at the lights. Minutes later the traffic allowed him to cross, and he resumed his journey towards the suburbs in the distance.

David walked past shop windows that tried to sell him goods he could never use. Still he walked onwards. Suddenly...

[dragonflynz]

Suddenly an incredibly hot chick walked up for no reason. David stopped and regarded her, waiting for her to speak. She had blond hair and her fringe was platted around her head to make a kind of wreath. Her school skirt was short but regulation - David knew the girls' rules better than the boys - and she'd undone a few shirt buttons since getting out of class. She still hadn't said anything.

"Yes?" he asked.
"Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed. "I was looking for Tama, and I thought you look like his mates, and I got thinking, and I..."

Her voice cascaded up and down like a peverse water sculpture before collapsing into a giggle. Frost's interest was suddenly dead. The girl was hot, but talked like a five-year-old. She sounded like she was whining even while she explained how funny it was seeing him here just when she'd been looking for Tama and oh, had he seen him by any chance.

"Look," David Frost said, "I'm sorry but I have to get home".
He started walking quickly before she could say anything else.

"What a waste," he murmured to himself, "what a bloody waste."