iCarly RP (for Cheeki)

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Freddie Benson stood at his laptop, typing away, preparing for the next episode of iCarly. He was currently creating new special effects. The tech expert sighed, as this work was proving to take longer than expected.

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Meanwhile, downstairs was Spencer Shay. He was currently working on a new art project, a large sculpture of socks he was making as a favor to his friend Socko. The law school dropout looked around for his materials to finish it, but couldn't find them. "Gah! Where did I put them?" he shouted, frantically looking.

Out of Character Comments:

I tried my best... xD

Sam moaned in pleasure from her place in the car, biting into piece after piece of fried chicken. "This is so good." She said, savoring each bite. Sam leaned back into the red seat, setting down the chicken to take a large gulp of coke. "Ah, so good." She praised. It was the perfect Friday evening...if it wasn't for that never ending tapping. "Hey, Fredoof, stop typing, it's annoying." She commanded.

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Carly let out a huff as she searched her hamper for socks, coming up empty. She had just finished demolishing her dresser in the search but that had yielded similar results. "Where are my socks!" She whined. The teen didn't want to perform the show shoeless and she also didn't really want to ruin her new shoes with her bare-feet.

"I guess I'll have to go out and buy some." She figured. She left her room, practically jumping off the stairs in her haste. Carly paused when she saw a giant sock statue in the makings. "Is that a giant sock?" She asked Spencer as she walked up to it, poking it experimentally. "Wait a minute, are these my socks?!" Carly questioned, walking around the statue and noting in dismay that he had, in fact, used her socks. "Spencer!" She snapped.


Out of character comment:
Your post is fine, just keep doing what you're doing.

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Freddie rolled his eyes, trying to ignore Sam's continuous moaning and sighing. "Would you PLEASE just cut that out?! I am TRYING to do something here!" he shouted, returning to his work. He looked at the girl in annoyance as she ordered him to stop typing. "Okay, first off, my name isn't 'Fredoof'. And second off, no! ONE of us has to do some sort of work!" he shouted, with a huff, and continued tapping the keys, intentionally making it louder this time.

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Spencer looked behind him, as his little sister came downstairs, and gave a smile. "Hey there, kiddo! What's wrong, you seem upset." he pointed out. His face was filled with excitement as his project was mentioned. "Yeah! It's Socko's birthday soon, so I'm making him this!" He shouted. He looked at her in confusion. "Well I used mine at first, but I ran out, so I borrowed some of yours! It's okay, I'll just get you new ones!" he explained, poking his head under the counter, looking for the missing socks.

Out of Character Comments:

Sorry it's late!

Sam looked at Feddie with a calm disguise, betraying the fiery anger burning in her eyes. She set down her chicken. "So, you're not going to stop?" She asked slowly as she approached him, cracking her neck and hands as she did. "It's never good when you're the reason momma isn't eat fried chicken."

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"Spencer!" Carly yelled, pouting. "You can't just use my socks without asking! Now I don't have any and ICarly starts in less than half an hour!" She told him angrily, her face flushed with frustration. The raven-haired girl was struck with an idea and pulled two socks-both her own- from the sculpture. "I guess I'll just use some sculpture socks." She said. Carly pushed her dainty feet, gasping when they came into contact with something wet and slimy. Pulling one of her feet out, Carly's anger grew when she realized her foot was covered in purple paint!

"Really?! You filled them with paint?!" Carly said angrily. Why did her brother always do things like this?!

Out of character Comments:
No problem, just don't make it a habit.

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Freddie rolled his eyes and continued typing. "No, I'm not gonna stop." he said matter-of-factly. His confidence whithered away as the blonde came towards him. "Er... Sam, what are you going to do?"

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Spencer looked up at the clock, realizing it was much later than he had thought. "Uh..." he groaned, not having enough time to go get new ones. Suddenly she reached for two socks on the sculpture. "I wouldn't do that if-" he tried, but it was too late. "Well... yeah." he said, feeling alittle guilt. "Er... can't you just wear flip-flops or something?" he tried, not finding anything else to do.

Sam gave nothing away, neither in her facial expression or verbal communication. However, her presence was screaming danger. It was similar to a hawk stalking its next meal. Suddenly, Sam let out a war cry and tackled Freddie to the ground. She ruthlessly attacked until she was sitting on his back, his arms helpless under her bottom. "I'm," Sam began. "Going to teach you what happens you don't listen to momma." She said.

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"Flip-flops, flip-flops." Carly repeated. "Maybe I would if someone hadn't decided to make a flip-flop sculpture using my flip-flops only a few weeks ago!" She said angrily. "Spencer, you keep using my clothes to make your sculptures! What's next, a pantie sculpture?!" She held up a finger. "Don't answer that. What am I going to do with you?" Carly asked, frustrated.

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Freddie slowly backed away, knowing the teen was feigning her calmness. "Sam... why are you- GAH!" he shouted as she tackled him to the ground, easily overpowering him. "Sam! What're doing! GET. OFF!" he shouted angrily, trying to push her off of him.

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Spencer sunk, forgetting his previous sculpture. Maybe he did have a problem. "Well, I guess I have been taking alot of your things lately... but I'll stop right after this last sculpture!" he exclaimed, thinking that would solve everything. "For the show... I don't know what to tell you, kiddo."

Sam shook her head, but then realized he had a hard time seeing her (with her on his back and all) and said. "Sorry Fredoof but I'm going to be sitting her for a long time." Digging her fingers into the waistband of his pants and- laugh- tightie-whities- Sam pulled them down, her ungroomed fingernails scratching his skin. Not wasting a second, Sam smacked Freddie's left cheek with all her might.

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However, it solved nothing. "No, you're going to stop right now!" Carly said. "You're going to wash every single one of my socks, by hand, while Sam, Freddie, and I do ICarly. And you're going to explain to my fans why I'm standing barefoot during the show!" She said strictly, telling Spencer exactly what he would be doing for making this aggravating mistake.

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Freddie widened his eyes as he felt his pants and underwear being lowered. "Whoa, whoa! Sam, what do you think you- GAH!" he yelped at the first slap. He was completely shocked. He'd never really been spanked, except for a few swats (from Sam, but that's not the point). But this felt much worse, without the added protection of his jeans.

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Spencer whined, sounding much less mature than his little sister. "Ugh.... that's too much work..." he complained. "Can't I just throw them in the washing machine later?"

"Hehe, you squeal like a girl," Sam taunted. She gave him another hard slap, this time to the other cheek, to compliment her first one. His pale cheek shook with the blow, the sheer might causing the other cheek to jiggle a bit as well. "Well," She continued, cracking her knuckles. "I hope you're 'reddy," Sam sniggered at her own joke.

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Carly groaned. "That's it!" She said. "I've had it up to here with you! You take my things and then give me a lame apology! You don't even try to make up for it!" Carly was steaming as she stomped towards Spencer. Her anger bolstered her abilities, giving her strength she would otherwise not have in petite body. Strength that would be needed for the following action. Her small hand latched onto Spencer's, leading him to the couch where it pulled him right over Carly's lap.