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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -5
Fiona wasn't about to tell Veronica anything about what she kept inside. The scent of blood flooded to her nose, and she heard something on the latter. She leaned over to look, she frowned at him. She smelled blood on him. "You aren't invited," she growled.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 24, 2009 23:08:28 GMT -5
"Hello my little friends. A picnic on the ceiling I see? But what's this? No tea? No crumpets?? Oh this will not do at all not well at all I say... Have no fear I shall save the jolly event. Here look what Tommy brings to the picnic!!"
Slinging the sack from my shoulder and down to where the two were sitting furiously untyng the knowts and tearing at the make-shift gore bag. Heads from the Johnson family rolling out, hands, feet, intestines, and undescribable extra parts spilling all over the roof and rolling off the side.
"Look at how busy I have been tonight" grabbing the head splitting the cranium and scooping out the brain matter. "Mmmm... doesn't little timmy Johnson here taste good? Oh you will have to sample some my friends.. Where was I? Oh yes... All this work for the get together... And you didn't bring a single item... Do you even care at all what i go through for this family!!? I'll teach you some F*cking manners!!"
Reaching back for the hatchet always ready and waiting in its holster...
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 23:26:24 GMT -5
Fiona narrowed her eyes as he climbed up, and opened the bag full of body parts. She growled, she found it terribly rude for him to bring such things to a private meeting. "I think, you need to put that stuff away." She stood up, careful not to step in whatever is at her feet.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 24, 2009 23:34:08 GMT -5
"Hehehe but we're about to have sooooo much fun?....."
Then just like that my face just loses all expression and tension, looking around blankly totally oblivious to the two people up here with me. I slowly pad myself down, reach into my pocket and pull out a bottle.
"Ugh..... F*cking sleepin pills....."
Looking up as if noticing his company for the first time. Blinking once, twice...
"Excuse me,"between mouthfuls of pills "but who are you people?"
Also noting that i was covered in gore and tasting the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Hocking up and spittin a huge chunk of brain out over the roof then wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve never breaking eye contact.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 25, 2009 1:43:53 GMT -5
"I'm Veronica, we met awhile ago and please put that away." Veronica said. The clown made her uneasy and she just wanted him to leave them alone.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 25, 2009 2:39:09 GMT -5
"They don't like you.. You have no friends they'll start pissin themselves as soon as you turn your back to them just wait... I mean just look at you?! Your a grown man dressed as a bloody clown! hahahahaha....."
"Shut up! It's MY turn to talk now! you can't just come and take away my spot light with MY new friends!! Who do you think you are!?! This is MY time! MINE! MINE! MINE!.... Isn't that right Mr. Johnson?"
Not taking any notice to the two living people instead just having a full out argument with myself and now introducing a new participent, rumaging through the sack and pulling Mr. Johnson's head out and sliding my hand up through his throat and resting in his mouth so as to be able to move his jaw to talk like a puppet. In a grizzled, cheap job of an imitation of a middle-aged man. "Uhh... Ahem! Yes i do believe you have a point there Tommy.. He has no right at all" "Why thank you Mr. Johnson I'm glad your on my side in this whole misunderstanding.. Do you two mind? I'm trying to have a conversation could you two please remove yourselves from the premesis or i will have to call the police" "You retarded psycho....."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 25, 2009 4:25:26 GMT -5
Veronica drew herself slightly behind Fiona, reaching for her handgun...
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Post by Tig on Apr 25, 2009 14:35:20 GMT -5
Fiona eyed the clown, her body tense. She was still under the effects of the full moon, she could shift if she had to, and this clown looked like he needed his lights put out, permanently.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 25, 2009 23:22:53 GMT -5
"Don't do that.... Don't. Do. That..."
Seeing out my perliferals, a stray hand reaching back. "Yes a weapon, these bigots mean you harm Tommy.. Are you goin to let them do you over this easy?...."
"NOO! So sorry Mr. Johnson..."
Hurling with all my wicked clown strength the head of, good friend, Mr. Johnson straight at Veronicas face and reaching into the gore bag for some intestine, whipping out for Fiona then bolting it.
"The wicked clowns will never die!"
Jumping from the rooftop still believing myself to be a ninja trying to land perfectly with skill and finesse safely on the ground and run. But no, instead i try jump off, slip on all the blood and gore that had been coming out of the bag, and fall from the roof down.... Down onto my neck. Lying there still. As if a one with the dead.
A twitch... Two twitches... A sudden jolt of the head and a horrible snapping sound aligns the neck into correct position.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...... That was fun we'll have to try it again sometime!! HAHAHAHAHAAA........"
Sprinting at an unnatural speed despite the injuries just undertaken, hatchet above my head howling like a banshee in the night and going off to find another house for more trick or treatin....
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Post by Tig on Apr 25, 2009 23:48:39 GMT -5
Fiona's hand shot out as he threw the head at Veronica, she managed to shove the head away from hitting Veronica. Her eyes narrowed at the clown, watching as he slid down. Damn, he didn't die when he fell off the roof. "Are you alright?" she asked Veronica. She wasn't completely heartless. "I think we should get off this roof."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 1:59:04 GMT -5
Veronica was in a shock. She looked back at Fiona and said, "Yeah, I'm fine... What the hell was that."
Veronica rose and said, "I've got a better idea, wanna go after him?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 26, 2009 10:41:14 GMT -5
Fiona arched a brow at Veronica. "Serious?" That was hardly wise, but it was better than doing nothing. "We can go after him, but he seems unstable, be careful."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 11:02:17 GMT -5
"Yeah!", Veronica replied, nodding as she held out her handgun. "When those crazies attacked, I saw Johnny take an arrow and systematically take down each of them one by them. What's one clown to two women and a gun? Besides, I just want to scare him."
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Post by Tig on Apr 26, 2009 22:51:41 GMT -5
Fiona glanced at the gun. She shrugged. "Alright, lets go then." She didn't really think it was a good idea for a human to go after the clown, the clown seemed worse then the crazies. It didn't seem easy to get close enough to plunge her fist in his chest. Jumping down from the roof, she waited for Veronica to climb down. She landed on her feet, she was doing what she normally did, she wasn't aware that she might be showing Veronica that she was something more than human.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 23:31:30 GMT -5
Motioning off the ladder, Veronica approached Fiona and said, "Hey, you have to teach me how you do that!"
Veronica looked around and asked, "Did you notice which way he went?"
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