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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 0:44:14 GMT -5
Tommy and Mr. Happy were sitting down in the middle of the street, surrounded by a mass of mutilated corpses. Tommy puts down a half torn apart severed arm, and asks Mr. Happy "So why now? Why have you only just now popped outta my ass to be my friend?" "Because I needed to know if you were truly dedicated to the cause.." "And the cause is?" Mr. Happy rejected the question, "I feel now that you are so down the path that you couldn't NOT be my friend even if you wanted to, you see?"
Tommy didn't really know what he was getting at but revelled in the fact that he wasn't imaginary like so many people had tried to tell him in the past. "So what would you like to do Tommy?" Tommy thought about it for a moment, smiling. "I've got some lovely friends that you may want to meet?" "Not more friends-er than me though aye?" "Of course not."
So the two got up taking a small amount of food with them and walked back the way the Tommy had run to get away from the group.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 25, 2009 1:23:51 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho listens intently to Johnny’s story, and out of everything Johnny says this is the gist of what he understands. Johnny wants him to defile everyone sexually and make sure they do not enjoy it at all. Suddenly he picks up Johnny, and cradles him. Johnny is now the same height as Mr. Psycho, the height that towers over everyone. “Now Johnny, that was somewhat entertaining, and it is nice to know you have a great sense of humor” Mr. Psycho says, as he slowly rocks Johnny from side to side as if he was a small child. “Now I’ve got a story for you!” He sings cheerfully, he brought Johnny frightfully close to his face, Johnny would be able to smell his breath if he ever breathed. “There’s an old couple, about 65, and every morning the old husband unleashes the most disgusting of farts. So the old wife says to him “If you keep doing that one day you’ll fart your guts out…” And the old man replies “Whatever....”” Mr. Psycho licks his lips, as if he was moistening them, he then continues. “So one day, very early in the morning, the old woman is preparing the Sunday turkey, as she scoops out the guts of the turkey she has an idea. She sneaks into the bedroom where the husband sleeps and puts the turkey guts inside his pants, she then sneaks away and waits. Hours later a scream is heard from the bedroom, she smirks to herself, then half an hour later the husband comes down the stairs with a triumphant smile and he says “Its amazing what two fingers and a tub of lube can do for you!”” Mr. starts to laugh hysterically.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 1:53:37 GMT -5
Johnny couldn't explain what it was. It could have been the story about the old man and the guts, or it could have been that look on Mr. Psycho's face, as his face just seemed to grow closer and larger as he continued the story.
Johnny had seen war, he had seen death, and he had witnessed his eyes to every grotesque image imaginable, but he never once saw a face, that far close, like Mr. Psycho's.
Shaking, Johnny falls from Mr. Psycho's grasp and lands hard on the floor, gagging, screaming out, "What the hell was that?".
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 25, 2009 2:07:59 GMT -5
“Well my friend, you were just told a story by the true face of death…” Mr. Psycho said the he burst out into hysterical laughter as he looked down at Johnny, his smile widened across his face; his teeth glowed like fresh razors taking the life of a young innocent woman. “Are you okay J-dawg?” He question, the sick smile still glued onto his face, he offered his long muscular hand to help Johnny up. “Hopefully this doesn’t damage our great friendship any…” He giggled as the words were spat out. Then his black beady pupils stared into Johnny’s eyes, as if he was skinning him alive.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 2:17:10 GMT -5
Johnny took his hand and rose; his head turned away as he couldn't stand to see Mr. Psycho's eyes. Lighting another cigarette, Johnny said, "Don't you ever do that again!".
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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 25, 2009 2:20:39 GMT -5
Chrystabelle watched the exchange between Johnny and Mr.Psycho with a mix fascination and slight disgust. She'd never met anyone as bizarre as Mr. Psycho in her life, and was completely perplexed by his behavior. Was he really a psycho? In her opinion, anyone who could be so openly disturbed also had to be pretty smart, which made her curious about his goals.
She was alarmed by Johnny's reaction to the story, instantly crouching by his side. "What's wrong, sir?" She asked with concern, simultaneously rummaging through her wagon until she found a bottle of water. She screwed off the top of the bottle offered it to him, glancing up at Mr. Psycho warily before returning her focus to Johnny. "Please drink this, sir," she pleaded.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 2:24:02 GMT -5
Tommy saw the group up ahead, "O.k there they are, but I have a plan" Tommy went on to whisper his plan to Mr. Happy..
*******
"Hello my beautiful lovelies! Sorry about before, it must be that time of the month or something.." Tommy saw Mr. Psycho and could only imagine how he and Mr. Happy would get along, Tommy felt like Hitch. "Now I want you all to know that I have calmed down,I just got a little too excited. But now I am extremely exstatic! Beacause of that adonis over there!" Tommy pointed over to Johnny, behind him Mr. Happy was creeping up and breating heavily on Johnny's neck. "Whut up y'all.. I'm Mr. Happy. Now who the hell are you!?" Mr. Happy started to giggle, which set Tommy off. Tommy runs over to Johnny's front holding Mr. Happy's hands as they danced a circle with Johnny stuck in the middle.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 5:13:17 GMT -5
Before Johnny could thank Chrystabelle, he found himself in in the middle of strange dance between Tommy Tyrant and some other Payaso. The reminded him of faeries; they way they just danced and bathed in death in the most innocent and fanciful way... It was scary.
"What the hell is going on here?", Johnny shouted out.
Johnny could feel the chills arching up his spine. Hold quickly lit another cigarette and took long, deep, drags.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 5:24:30 GMT -5
"What the hell is going on here?" The sound of true fear was music to the clowns' ears. They just laughed mockingly at him as Johnny quickly lit up a cigarette, "Ah, ah, ah! We can't have you damaging your health in such a foul way." Tommy said as he plucked the cigarette from his lips, "Afterall we want you to live a long and fulfilling life of hapiness and sunshine!" Mr. Happy finished off. "My word! You said exactly what I was going to say!" "What can I say? Great minds think alike!" The cackling of the two was enough to send one insane as they both took turns in smoking Johnny's cigarette. When it was down to the filter Mr. Happy flicked it at Johnny grinning widely. The clowns' laughter started to die down a bit, when Tommy asked Johhny "What are we doing here, looking all mopey and sad? Life is about gumdrop rivers, chocolate chip roads and all that other shit." "Yea!" Mr. Happy exclaimed, "So let's get started!" and he vomited forth confetti all over the ground in front of Johnny, "Oh you are full of good ideas!" the Tommy started to vomit uncontrollably, except there was more blood in his vomit, which dampened the confetti. This made Tommy sad, he didn't want to look bad infront of his new friend. Mr. Happy knew this so in return he picked up a nearby rock and hammered it into his mouth to make it bleed before throwing up again so their vomit would both be tainted with blood. The clowns were both smiling at eachother, then looked to everyone else with cold sneers.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 5:54:39 GMT -5
Right before Johnny pulled out his hand gun, Veronica approached them and asked, with her arms crossed, and her voice stern, "What is going on here?". Looking at Tommy, she asked, "Tommy, what are you doing to Johnny?".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 6:08:30 GMT -5
"Tommy, what are you doing to Johnny?". Tommy was alarmed and started to cover himself up, "I havn't done anything! Yet..." Tommy muttered winking at Johnny. Mr. Happy snuck around behind Veronica while she was questioning Tommy and grabbed her from behind covering her eyes with one hand and grabbing her around the waist and arms with the other as he grunted to her "My name's Bob, you wanna earn 5 bucks?" When Tommy saw this he doubled over laughing, as did Mr. Happy letting Veronica go.
Mr. Happy walked over to where Tommy was standing and put an arm over his shoulder, "Aw c'mon babe, we just a coupla' playas. Don't be hatin' now.." Mr. Happy said to Veronica making a smooching gesture to her. Tommy thought it best to try introduce his new friend to his old boring ones. "Now Happy, this fine gentleman is Johnny, the one you done nearly date raped is Veronica, a purdy thing she is" Tommy muttered the last bit into his ear while still looking at her. "That specimen over there is Mr. Psycho, he's practically one of us so any jokes you think of let him in on 'em and he'll most likely make 'em a bazillion times better, not to mention sexier. And all these other losers are.... Fuck it I usually just number 'em but that makes people never want to learn to count." Mr. Happy was nodding along with Tommy as he named everyone. Mr. Happy leaned in towards Tommy and said quietly "Tommy, not to seem rude or anything but I already know these people, remember if you know something, I'll know it." He finished it with a smile. "No problem though," He returned to looking at the group and acted like he knew no one "OH! What a lively bunch of folk you've got here Tommy! I had no idea who these people were, but now I do thanks to your keen intellect! Thanks!" He leaned in and gave Tommy a smeck on the cheek. They both started laughing, too much.
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Post by razor on Oct 25, 2009 6:24:45 GMT -5
Quiet and desperate she was at the moment. She was being torn away from her past-- being plucked of everything she knew of and having no more purpose. Everything she knew to be true was missing; her home gave her purpose, it made her life, and was her life.
People of all kinds would travel to see her and even court her at times. The main reason for visits was the desolation of their lives and they knew only she was a savior to their problems. But everything comes with a price, especially when her ability enabled people to gain anything they desired. Every visitor was a pleasure for company was scarce. At the moment, none of her past mattered no more. She was away and had no idea on how to return.
Solace looked forward, there lay the new endless street she had to travel. Smiling, she realized her abilities were still with her and for every blink she teleported further. She stopped eventually when she heard voices nearby. She inhaled and exhaled as she ran towards the voices; the nearest person to her so happened to be a woman. Regaining her confidence and grace, she walked towards the woman.
"Hello?" She said.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 7:30:51 GMT -5
Veronica honestly did not know what to make of the events around her, and that strange little friend Tommy had with him. She dropped her head against her palm... She was getting too used to this.
"Hello?" Veronica heard the voice behind her. Looking at Tommy, Mr. Psycho, and... Their friend, Veronica said, "Behave you three!". Turning towards the voice, Veronica smiled at the stranger, a girl, and extender hand, saying, "Hello... You must be new here?".
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Post by razor on Oct 25, 2009 8:44:54 GMT -5
The thought of company made Solace smile. She had not smiled in a long time and this was a pleasant surprise. Only people she was close to made her smile and not just any stranger. Though this woman emanated warmth. Maybe things in the strange world of Animus were different.
"Indeed I am," Solace said.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 8:47:17 GMT -5
Veronica smiled at the newcomer and extended her hand to her, and warmly said, "I'm Veronica and welcome to Animus. And you are?".
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