A day in the life of Paul Starr
A/N: It's me again! This time, I thought I'd do another story with the Misfits, owned by Marvel and Red Witch. Basically, Paul Stanley Starr, the girl-getting, glam-rocking, oh-so-cool, super-sensational Starchild, got his paws on a camera, and he decided to film a day in his life. Suggestions are welcome.
( dialogue ) – Paul's commentary.
Chapter 1: Getting up! Wonderful day ahead!
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The rays of the sun entered a bright and cheery room painted purple, decorated by posters of Kiss and paper black and silver stars. It shone on a bed decorated with a Kiss bedspread. The alarm sounded, and the tuft of wild black hair stirred with a moan. The cover got pushed back by a young man wearing a Kiss t-shirt and black shorts. He ran his hand through his wild black hair as he stretched. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He opened up the window.
"GOOOOOD MMMMMORRRRRRNINNNNNNNN' VIETNAMMMMMMMM!!!!!" The teen laughed at his own perfect impersonation of Robin Williams. "Ahhhh, another beautiful day." He said in his normal voice. The teenager opened his closet door, with a mirror on the inside. The young man had a slight resemblance to Kiss singer and guitarist Paul Stanley thanks to his birthmark: A perfect purple 5-pointed star over his right eye. "Today is gonna be a great day!" He picked out his clothes for the day: A pair of purple acid-washed jeans, a Kiss t-shirt and a purple acid-washed sleeveless jean jacket. The jacket had many patches on it of various classic rock groups. He got a pair of underwear and socks from a dresser drawer. He picked up the clothes and left the room. Ten minutes later, a whistling Paul Stanley Starr returned, wearing the clothes, and a towel around his neck. He had taken a shower. "Ahhhh. What a wonderful day. Too bad Craig's still sleeping. He'd love this." Paul went to his dresser and opened another drawer, revealing various bracelets, bandannas, and other decorations in various compartments. Starchild tied a white bandanna around his left leg and attached a dangling batch of feathers to his white belt. He put on a couple necklaces. One had a tiny cross pendant, and the other had a purple star pendant. He put on several bracelets on each arm, and he added a pair of sleeveless zebra-print gloves with fringe (A/N: Don't ask me where Paul gets his clothes). He finished by putting on earrings with a feather and a silver star on each ear. "Time to eat." He ran out of his room excitedly. He passed by a room with planks across it and "Darkstar's lair. Enter and Die!" in black spray paint on them. "Craig, wake up! Breakfast!" Paul slid down the stair railing to the kitchen of Recondo's home. Recondo took in Paul and Craig, and they lived with him. The sounds of Craig cursing and groaning could be heard from his room as the foul-mooded Darkstar got up and got ready for his day. Paul ran into the kitchen. Recondo was sitting down at the table having coffee.
"Morning, Paul." Recondo said.
"Morning, Recondo." Paul greeted cheerfully. The LA mutant grabbed some waffles. "A day off from training today! Today is gonna be a great day!" Paul sang.
"What do you plan to do today?" Recondo asked.
"Go and say hi to the X-Dudes with the other Misfits." Paul ran to the living room, and grabbed a small digital camera. "I'm doing a little project today. I'm going to film a day in my life."
"Really?" Recondo laughed. "What gave you that idea?" Starchild shrugged.
"All them reality shows." Paul grinned. Recondo and Paul heard a familiar moan. They saw Craig go down the stairs, grumbling. He glared at Paul.
"I told you a thousand times, never wake me up!!!" Darkstar snapped at his cheerful twin. Paul just smiled at him.
"Good morning to you too, bro." Paul grinned. Starchild ran to the living room, and grabbed a small digital camera from the couch.
"What are you up to now, Paul?" Darkstar grumbled.
"I'm gonna film a day in my life." Paul grinned, checking the camera. "Alright, ready to go." Paul started filming. (Hi! I'm Paul Stanley Starr, and this is a day in my life. Over there is my twin brother Craig Allman Starr and my caretaker, Recondo. He's a GI Joe.) Paul walked up to the two. (Say hi to everyone in TV Land.)
"Get that camera out of my face!" Craig snapped.
"Hi, TV Land!" Recondo chuckled. "Be careful visiting the X-Men. The boys don't like you."
(He's talking about Scott Summers, Remy LeBeau, Piotr or Peter Rasputin, and Ray Crisp. They're X-Dudes known as Cyclops, Gambit, Colossus, and Berserker. Scott can fire beams from his eyes, but he needs special glasses to control his beams. Remy's from New Orleans, and he can make cards blow up. Colossus is this big Russian dude who can turn to metal. A real handy power if you ask me. Berserker can shoot thunder from his fingers, like a slightly less developed Storm. They hate me. They really hate me. I don't know why they hate me, but they hate me.) Paul walked out, camera up over his face.
"Why do you think they hate you, lamebrain?" Craig snapped as he followed Paul. "Their girlfriends lust after you!"
"Huh?" Paul didn't pick it up. He was checking the camera. (Craig tends to be rather snappy. He's angry all the time. I never really figured out what he was constantly angry at. Anyway, we plan to visit the X-Mansion today. You see, the Misfits are rivals with a team of mutants called the X-Men. The other Misfits tend to think the X-Men are stuck-up jerks. I dunno why. I think they're alright. The female members act really weird around me. You'd just have to see it to believe it.) On the way out, Paul grabbed his guitar. (You see, I'm a guitarist. Me, Lance, John, and Craig are starting a little band. John's drumming, Lance will play a new guitar he got, and Craig is the bassist. We decided to take this break to go jamming. It's going to be fun.)
Well, Paul's day is starting up! What will he do? Where will the Misfit band play? Find out in the next chapter of Paul's Life!
A/N: It's me again! This time, I thought I'd do another story with the Misfits, owned by Marvel and Red Witch. Basically, Paul Stanley Starr, the girl-getting, glam-rocking, oh-so-cool, super-sensational Starchild, got his paws on a camera, and he decided to film a day in his life. Suggestions are welcome.
( dialogue ) – Paul's commentary.
Chapter 1: Getting up! Wonderful day ahead!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The rays of the sun entered a bright and cheery room painted purple, decorated by posters of Kiss and paper black and silver stars. It shone on a bed decorated with a Kiss bedspread. The alarm sounded, and the tuft of wild black hair stirred with a moan. The cover got pushed back by a young man wearing a Kiss t-shirt and black shorts. He ran his hand through his wild black hair as he stretched. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He opened up the window.
"GOOOOOD MMMMMORRRRRRNINNNNNNNN' VIETNAMMMMMMMM!!!!!" The teen laughed at his own perfect impersonation of Robin Williams. "Ahhhh, another beautiful day." He said in his normal voice. The teenager opened his closet door, with a mirror on the inside. The young man had a slight resemblance to Kiss singer and guitarist Paul Stanley thanks to his birthmark: A perfect purple 5-pointed star over his right eye. "Today is gonna be a great day!" He picked out his clothes for the day: A pair of purple acid-washed jeans, a Kiss t-shirt and a purple acid-washed sleeveless jean jacket. The jacket had many patches on it of various classic rock groups. He got a pair of underwear and socks from a dresser drawer. He picked up the clothes and left the room. Ten minutes later, a whistling Paul Stanley Starr returned, wearing the clothes, and a towel around his neck. He had taken a shower. "Ahhhh. What a wonderful day. Too bad Craig's still sleeping. He'd love this." Paul went to his dresser and opened another drawer, revealing various bracelets, bandannas, and other decorations in various compartments. Starchild tied a white bandanna around his left leg and attached a dangling batch of feathers to his white belt. He put on a couple necklaces. One had a tiny cross pendant, and the other had a purple star pendant. He put on several bracelets on each arm, and he added a pair of sleeveless zebra-print gloves with fringe (A/N: Don't ask me where Paul gets his clothes). He finished by putting on earrings with a feather and a silver star on each ear. "Time to eat." He ran out of his room excitedly. He passed by a room with planks across it and "Darkstar's lair. Enter and Die!" in black spray paint on them. "Craig, wake up! Breakfast!" Paul slid down the stair railing to the kitchen of Recondo's home. Recondo took in Paul and Craig, and they lived with him. The sounds of Craig cursing and groaning could be heard from his room as the foul-mooded Darkstar got up and got ready for his day. Paul ran into the kitchen. Recondo was sitting down at the table having coffee.
"Morning, Paul." Recondo said.
"Morning, Recondo." Paul greeted cheerfully. The LA mutant grabbed some waffles. "A day off from training today! Today is gonna be a great day!" Paul sang.
"What do you plan to do today?" Recondo asked.
"Go and say hi to the X-Dudes with the other Misfits." Paul ran to the living room, and grabbed a small digital camera. "I'm doing a little project today. I'm going to film a day in my life."
"Really?" Recondo laughed. "What gave you that idea?" Starchild shrugged.
"All them reality shows." Paul grinned. Recondo and Paul heard a familiar moan. They saw Craig go down the stairs, grumbling. He glared at Paul.
"I told you a thousand times, never wake me up!!!" Darkstar snapped at his cheerful twin. Paul just smiled at him.
"Good morning to you too, bro." Paul grinned. Starchild ran to the living room, and grabbed a small digital camera from the couch.
"What are you up to now, Paul?" Darkstar grumbled.
"I'm gonna film a day in my life." Paul grinned, checking the camera. "Alright, ready to go." Paul started filming. (Hi! I'm Paul Stanley Starr, and this is a day in my life. Over there is my twin brother Craig Allman Starr and my caretaker, Recondo. He's a GI Joe.) Paul walked up to the two. (Say hi to everyone in TV Land.)
"Get that camera out of my face!" Craig snapped.
"Hi, TV Land!" Recondo chuckled. "Be careful visiting the X-Men. The boys don't like you."
(He's talking about Scott Summers, Remy LeBeau, Piotr or Peter Rasputin, and Ray Crisp. They're X-Dudes known as Cyclops, Gambit, Colossus, and Berserker. Scott can fire beams from his eyes, but he needs special glasses to control his beams. Remy's from New Orleans, and he can make cards blow up. Colossus is this big Russian dude who can turn to metal. A real handy power if you ask me. Berserker can shoot thunder from his fingers, like a slightly less developed Storm. They hate me. They really hate me. I don't know why they hate me, but they hate me.) Paul walked out, camera up over his face.
"Why do you think they hate you, lamebrain?" Craig snapped as he followed Paul. "Their girlfriends lust after you!"
"Huh?" Paul didn't pick it up. He was checking the camera. (Craig tends to be rather snappy. He's angry all the time. I never really figured out what he was constantly angry at. Anyway, we plan to visit the X-Mansion today. You see, the Misfits are rivals with a team of mutants called the X-Men. The other Misfits tend to think the X-Men are stuck-up jerks. I dunno why. I think they're alright. The female members act really weird around me. You'd just have to see it to believe it.) On the way out, Paul grabbed his guitar. (You see, I'm a guitarist. Me, Lance, John, and Craig are starting a little band. John's drumming, Lance will play a new guitar he got, and Craig is the bassist. We decided to take this break to go jamming. It's going to be fun.)
Well, Paul's day is starting up! What will he do? Where will the Misfit band play? Find out in the next chapter of Paul's Life!