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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 30, 2006 16:50:24 GMT -5
"Okay...maybe you aren't innocent." Rachelle complied, lacing her arm through Johnny's. "But still, it's not all your fault. Somehow, I think Satan's just picking on you for fun." How strange a comment was that? "I mean...you're one of those people. Those wrong place at the wrong time people and it isn't fair that you get in trouble. It's not totally your decision. Somone's pushing you over the edge. All I want, is for you to stop. Stop Eff and D-boy. They're just Figments. They can't control your life forever." She glanced over her shoulder and helped JOhnny quicken his pace. "Mr. Hill is catching up..." She murmured through pale lips. "How far is it to your house?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 31, 2006 2:43:53 GMT -5
Johnny started in surprise. "I don't think it's Satan controlling my life. I dunno... Just... Why would the devil pick on me? It's not like I'm important." Nny thought for a few minutes, then continued, "I don't know if I can get D-boy and Eff to stop. They've been part of my life, part of me for so long. I don't know how to even start trying to stop them. They... They said that your mind is weak right now. They want to give your inner voices life too. Somehow, I think this is more than simply going mad. I mean, I know I'm criminally insane and crazy people aren't supposed to know they are crazy." They turned onto another street, leading into a less prosperous part of town. Most of the evidence was buried under drifts of snow, but you could see that the houses were less well-kept, the cars older and the yards more barren of the trappings that normally adorned them. "My house is just about at the end of this block." Nny said through clenched teeth, doing his best to keep them from chattering.
Mr. Hill staggered through a deep drift, now thoroughly in the grip of hypothermia. He'd dropped the bat long ago, but didn't seem aware of it; his chilled hands having lost all feeling. He was even less well dressed than the two teens, wearing a long sleeved shirt and no layers, hat or gloves. He stumbled and didn't get up again.
((Meh. Had to dispose of him. Irritating presence. Lol.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 31, 2006 8:04:16 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny for a moment, still feeling sort of bad about him giving her his coat. She put her arm around his back, huddling close to him. She never realized that she was about a head shorter than Johnny. He seemed so small in the hallways, talking to no one. "Okay." Rachelle answered then bit her bottom lip. Once again, she was fearing for Johnny's life out in this cold. More than once she squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying that they would get out of this ordeal.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 31, 2006 11:59:12 GMT -5
Soon, they reached his house, number 777. It was small and shabby, but had a very large yard. A couple windows were boarded up. As they walked up the front path, a couple of signs became readable under their heavy caps of snow. One said: Keep off the loose soil! and the other said: It's impolite to walk on the dead! Johnny hid a smirk and pushed open the door. It was messy inside, lit harshly by the light of a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. An old, saggy and patched couch, one that promised to be perfectely broken in, sat in front of an old TV. Most of the furniture was old and not in the best repair and art supplies were heaped everywhere around the house. A few pieces hung on the walls. Two large pieces near an ominously dark doorway were of a tentacled thing, like what he had been drawing so long ago in the art room. Johnny dusted the accumulated snow out of his spiky hair and yanked off his gloves, dumping them on a table that virtually creaked under its load of canvases, brushes, assorted empty pop cans and a couple of knives. "Uh, feel free to make yourself at home. It's not very big, but I like it. The basement is much, much bigger. Just don't go into it." Nny gestured at the dark and forboding door with its twin tentacled pictures hanging near it.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 31, 2006 17:11:54 GMT -5
Rachelle nodded. "I won't. Promise." She said, making an X over her heart like the kids used to when they were little. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!" Rachelle wondered if they really meant it or not. If they broke the promise, would they really be prepared to die? Would they stick a needle in their eyes? Rachelle took off Johnny's coat and hung it on the coat rack that was obviously not used much. A couple jackets were instead piled under the rack near the door. Looking at the door for a moment, she considered the rusty lock. She glanced back at Johnny then turned the lock to the left, locking herself in the house with Johnny, but more importantly, locking anyone who wanted to hurt him out. Rachelle slowly but with long strides migrated around the rooms. She stared at the tentacled pictures and other pieces of artwork around the house. Rachelle's house, of course, was much nicer. She lived in the secluded neighborhood North of town in a big house. A big, lonely house. Her parents were seldom there for long and if they were, they were on the phone or in the office or having parties. Rachelle's father was an international businessman. Her mother, born into an aristocratic family, often going on trips with her father to keep him company. He said he wanted the company desperately. What about Rachelle's company? A maid that spoke little English and a phone. Of course, her parents gave her permission to throw a couple parties if they were gone and she vigorously took up the idea. "Did you hear? Rachelle's parents are out of town again. She's throwing another party!! We have to be there!" Rachelle chuckled to herself and shook her head. No one knew. Not even Mak or Johnny knew how lonely she was. Story of the century. The one you hear over and over again. The popular girl really doesn't have friends, just aquantances. Rachelle had known Mak for years but he was still just named a boy clamouring for Rachelle's attention, not her best friend since she was in gradeschool. But now...would people think that Rachelle was different? Because she had chosen Johnny over others? MOst likely, yeah. She supposed, at least Johnny had his Figments to be friends with him. But now, he had Rachelle. She went into the kitchen and watched Johnny for a moment. "Nny? Can I ask...where you're parents are?" She said with a tilt of her head.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 31, 2006 17:51:56 GMT -5
"My parents? I don't know anymore. Probably dead or in jail. I hope it's the first one. I left about a year ago. Eff and D-boy helped me find this house. Most of the furniture was in here already, much of it in the basement. I haven't even explored the whole thing yet; it's like a maze and it goes down for probably hundreds of feet. I counted over one hundred and fifty stairs just to get down the main part." He glanced sidelong at the door, his eye twitching slightly. After staring at it for a moment, he shook himself out of it and pulled a blanket off the comfortable old couch, wrapping it around himself. "Want some cocoa or something?" Gonna poison the cocoa? Eff asked. "No Eff. I thought I'd do something normal for once." he replied dryly. Stupid Mr. Eff. Yes. Why can't our boy try and forget how terrible and pitiful his existence is for once? Let him wallow in false friendship and in the comfort of physical things. It is one of the few pleasures of bleak life. "Aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine. You know how I feel about those sort of things anyways." Seeing Rachelle staring at him, he replied, "Sorry. They are being vocal again." Pfft. Vocal. You don't know how vocal we can be. Johnny ignored him. Eff was all put out from Johnny's refusal to keep killing and D-boy... D-boy seemed unusually gleeful about something. Probably hoping that he'd get depressed again when Rachelle left. Hoping that he'd kill himself successfully this time. He had no idea why D-boy wanted him to die, because that would mean that they'd both disappear, right?
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 31, 2006 17:58:42 GMT -5
Rachelle watched him for a long time before nodding. "Yeah. Sure. Thanks, Johnny." She murmured. She suddenly thought, Yes, shut up Eff. Shut up D-boy. Johnny...I don't want you guys around him. Why Rachelle thought they could hear her, she didn't know, but she kept at it. Answer me, if you want me to be afraid of you. Even then, I might not be. Johnny shouldn't have to be at your demand anyway. Just shut up. You can't do anything to him.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 3, 2006 12:01:50 GMT -5
"OK. Come on." he said, heading into the kitchen. It had many pots heaped on the counter beside the sink, crusted with the remains of Skettios. He shoved some into the sink to make room for the cocoa stuff. Once the water was boiling in an old metal kettle on the stove and the cups were ready, he turned around and leaned against the counter. Then he scowled deeply. Sitting on the kitchen table were a pair of two foot tall styrofoam statues. They had been painted very grotesquely, with skulls or screaming mouths on their hats and demonic looking eyes. Johnny sighed. "Rachelle, meet Psycho Doughboy and Mr. Eff. Eff is the one on the right and D-boy is the one on the left. What the hell are you guys doing out here? I left you in my room." They didn't say anything, just kept on grinning with their painted on mouths. Nny growled and tucked them under his arms and then stalked out of the room, heading downstairs and not bothering to turn on a light. ((Try the link. You can see what D-boy and Eff actually look like. D-boy is on the left, Eff on the right. I love Jhonen Vasquez's style. ^.^ Just for the heck of it, I added a link to a site with pictures of Nny.)) http://noodle_nny02.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/dboys.gif horrorbeach.tripod.com/id8.html
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 3, 2006 15:48:45 GMT -5
(>_< Can't see the top one! -. - me hates tripod. tis stoopid.)
Rachelle watched Johnny walk away. After hearing him stalk down the stairs, Rachelle followed him but just stood at the door and watched the darkness. He said not to go down there...but he seemed so upset... SHe thought. She suddenly shuddered as she remember the statues Johnny had painted. Had he taken them down so they wouldn't be around to watch him? Or, Rachelle thought, to watch me? She waited for him for several minute before stepping onto the first step. "Johnny?" She called. The second step. "Johnny..."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 5, 2006 10:56:35 GMT -5
Nny hurried down the stairs. Intent on putting Eff and D-boy in one of the empty rooms for the time being. There weren't many of those. Most of the many rooms in the basement contained gruesome torture devices or some of his victims. When he had moved into the house, they were there. As were all of the various daggers, knives and other assorted sharp pointy objects he used. Finally reaching the bottom, he ran down a hallway that branched from the main one. He found a door that he had not been in for quite a while. This'll do, he thought, kicking it open. The room was barren except for a crate sitting on the floor. But... The room was not nearly as empty as he had thought. It certainly looked empty, but he could feel a presence in it, coming from the wall on the far side of the room.The Master... hissed Psycho Doughboy. Staring at it, he dropped Eff and D-boy, who protested loudly, and slowly walked to the wall, running his hands across it. A faint tremor ran through the wall. Johnny leaped backwards. Something was behind that... Nny fled the room, slamming the door behind him. He'd deal with whatever was in there later. Eff and D-boy would tell him what it was. They obviously knew what it was. Slowing down and hugging himself, Johnny turned a corner and saw Rachelle. ((Ack! And those were the only good pictures I could find!))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 5, 2006 20:59:02 GMT -5
Rachelle was on about the seventh step and stared at him. "I...I'm sorry." She murmured. "I wasn't sure what you were doing...I was worried. I know you told me not to come down here but...sorry." She quickly went back to the ledge before the first step, hoping Johnny wasn't too furious. Something told me to go down...I couldn't tell if it was my thoughts or something else... Rachelle suddenly felt stupid for calling out to Eff and D-boy in her mind. Now they were probably really angry. They were being challenged by a mere girl. I still dare you, though. I dare you to come speak to me. Tell me why you do these things to Johnny? Why do you make him kill? Why do you make him want to hurt himself? Why?
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 5, 2006 22:06:48 GMT -5
(I saw him though. Why does Nny remind me a bit of Invader Zim?)
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 7, 2006 22:59:49 GMT -5
((*grins* They were created by the same guy.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 7, 2006 23:00:43 GMT -5
(No way! I am so cool.)
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 7, 2006 23:06:13 GMT -5
((Ahh, Jhonen... How I wish to glomp you... I'll have to post later, as I must get to bed early today. Night!))
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