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Post by wingedwarrior on Oct 28, 2009 5:49:45 GMT -5
A week of constant walking... A week of constant war... A week of constant shame...
Regrets I feel: the regret of causing unnecessary pain to the people who blessed me with their hospitality and kindness--the very people who cared about me because I was unprepared to face them.
What am I going to do about it and can it be fixed?
I was scared, frankly; something I can only admit to myself. The vines of pride grow deep in me: one good, the other unnecessary evil and both competing to control me.
It is only when I am more prepared I will go back go back. As for now, I have a battle deep within myself, the loneliest and most difficult of of all. There is also business to resolve in Purgatory; there I must go first.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 28, 2009 6:12:56 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho suddenly appeared behind Johnny, his shadow suffocating Johnny’s presence. “Awh! It’s soo cute! A little get together! Of Love… and other shit…” He started to hysterically laugh; the shrill demented noise escaped his mouth like bats from a cave, the flesh eating kind of bats. He had been paying attention to everything that had unraveled, and he like what was happening, his respect for Mr. Happy was at an all time high since he used Sara as a human shield. Very cunning. Mr. Psycho was enjoying this Mr. Happy... He would certainly come in use.
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Post by Selice on Oct 28, 2009 6:55:26 GMT -5
There was nothing left for Selice to do here. Sara was safe from the clowns and the others seemed to have their own plans, so she didn't feel like she needed to stay any longer. The angel stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets and began to walk away.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 28, 2009 12:57:06 GMT -5
The two clowns were in tears, crying loudly. Howling and holding eachother for support. "Oh it's just so sad!" Tommy said, tears rolling down his cheeks "Breaks the heart!" Mr. Happy added, comforting Tommy "I need some love man! Come here!"
And the two clowns held eachother, determined to out-do Johnny and win the award for most believable performance. Tommy peeked an eye out to look at Johnny, Damn, this is gonna be hard, he's actually crying... Tommy thought to himself. But instead of going back to crying he stopped and nudged Mr. Happy to stop aswel. They were in the presence of Mr. Psycho now, and what a presence that was. No matter what time of the day or whatever the situation was, the clowns couldn't help but get aroused. And so they stood there, with rock-hard erections. Smiling with their hands on their hips. Waiting for Mr. Psycho to notice them.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 28, 2009 20:48:27 GMT -5
Kankure saw Syl run at him and instinctively grabbed the table with one hand and Syl full out body slammed him and embraced him. Kankure almost tripped, but was able to stay standing this time, usually they ended up on the floor because Kankure was unable to brace himself correctly. Syl was very sneaky, and could jump at you with a hug without a moments notice. He smiled, “It’s alright.” he said and hugged Syl back. “There is no parting that will truly last forever.” he tenderly kissed it’s forehead. He was happy it managed to find him once again, though it wasn’t hard since Kankure was usually in the tea shop since he had nothing to do other than to think to himself. He never slept really, he didn’t need it, and even when he did, it was filled with terrors and nightmares. He didn’t want to close his eyes to find another scene of death waiting for him. And there was always something familiar within those nightmares, as if a distinct memory was hiding within the frightening images. He could never find these memories, perhaps because he didn’t want too. So he was always here, thinking of prior events he could remember and his adventures with Syl.
Kankure still didn’t exactly know his relationship with it in the past, but it was easy to tell they were close then and now. It was something that could show within the hint of a smile they gave each other. It was like hanging around a younger brother, but some other feeling was hanging around. Perhaps friendship, or something more. He couldn’t place it, but he felt at ease with Syl, and he felt protective over it.
“I see you managed to escape once again. Your truly cunning.” Kankure said with a soft chuckle. “Lets just hope it stays that way for a while. I want to spend time with you.”
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Zachery finished writing in his journal and pocketed it. He had been writing for a while, but he didn't feel much better. He was still pissed off that those clowns and Mr. P could kill people so easily. Didn’t they have any feelings for these people? And guilt? Everyone in Animus was different, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if there was a mass murderer hiding somewhere in one of these thousands of buildings.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 28, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho noticed the aroused clowns as soon as he heard the faint sound of pants being tented, he smiled at them sharply. “How are my painted lovelies? Lovely?” He asked giggled “Oh… At ease men…” he started to hysterically laugh, as he waved his hand signaling the erections to go down. “So J-Doggy wog… What’s your daughter doing here? Shouldn’t she be inside V-Sugar?” Mr. Psycho then realized what he must do. “GO BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG!!” He screamed at Sara, as he pointed in the direction of Veronica. This was followed by the black board scratching noise that is his laugh.
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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 29, 2009 0:07:29 GMT -5
Chrystabelle squirmed slightly, wringing her hands in a fidgety fashion as she stood in the middle of the street. She didn't know why, but she was overcome by the strangest feeling that she and Veronica were not the only ones on that particular corner of Animus. She discreetly looked around, not able to see a single person. She wondered if her prolonged stays in the library were making her paranoid about being in open spaces. Was it possible to develop agoraphobia so quickly? She doubted it, but as they day was proving, anything was possible in Animus.
She turned to Veronica, managing a small, nervous smile. "Ms. Veronica, shall we go now?" She asked, voice laced with minor discomfort. She didn't want to stand there any longer, and could hear the distinct sound of shouting coming from somewhere.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 29, 2009 1:13:30 GMT -5
Veronica noticed the discomfort Chrystabelle in; she was feeling it too. Glancing around, Veronica said, "Yes, I think we should.".
Veronica motioned towards the direction Johnny had gone and asked Chrystabelle, "So, how have you been, adjusting to this city?".
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Johnny had forgotten about the city and everything else as he held Sara in his arms. She was holding on to him pretty tightly and Johnny couldn't understand why. He just wanted to take whatever she was feeling and make everything alright.
“GO BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG!!” "BE COOL, MAN!", Johnny shouted at Mr. Psycho.
Looking at Sara, Johnny asked, "What are you doing here, baby?".
The girl turned her head and replied, "I have to speak to Mommy."
"Why can't you tell me?", Johnny asked.
"Because you don't know."
"What don't I know?".
The girl kept quiet and wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck; this is really their child!
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 29, 2009 12:51:58 GMT -5
"How are my painted lovelies? Lovely? "Oh yes. We're just dandy.." THe clowns said in a creepy unison “Oh… At ease men…” Instantly their hard-ons dropped with a quick whistle sound.
The two clowns seemed to glide over behind Johnny. Looking over his shoulders, "Yea, you don't even KNOW!" Tommy said "Your own daughter won't talk to you, what does that tell you Johnny boy?" Mr. Happy snidely put in. "Hey don't be getting personal, I'm sure he's a great Daddy" "Yea you've got a point there Tommy, in fact I had a Daddy just like him. Left me at the age of 2 and I lived my whole life without knowing him." "Is that becase you were porking your mom?" Mr. Happy tackled Tommy down and the two started rolling around punching at eachother and biting, like two rabid dogs fighting over the last scrap of meat.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 29, 2009 12:57:35 GMT -5
Sara rose her head from her father's shoulders and looked at the two clowns and said, "He doesn't know because he died before I was born!".
Johnny felt his heart stop beating when he heard Sara say that. Glancing at his side, Johnny asked, "I'm going to die?".
"Be quiet Daddy and hug me.", Sara replied as she dropped her head on Johnny's shoulders.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 29, 2009 13:07:34 GMT -5
"Die?" Tommy asked "DIE HOW?" Mr. Happy happily inquired, holding the chainsaw extremely close to Johnny's head, revving it. Tommy looked at Mr. Happy, sure Johnny was his friend..... But There wasn't much more that Tommy enjoyed more than a good splattering. "Don't cry Johnny! Or else I might have to aswell.." Tommy started to snivel and went to lean on Mr. Happy's shoulder, before being smacked with the butt of the chainsaw. "NO! We have already DONE that scene! If we're going to get an Oscar Tommy we're going to have to vary our acting roles." Mr. Happy told him "Ah yes, my mistake my good man. That being said I think we should have a love scene, or a murder scene, or now bear with me here.. Both put together!" "Oh what a marvellous idea my compadre!" The two clowns instantly looked at Johnny, evil in their eyes drooling like dogs as they made their way closer to Johnny. One haunting step at a time..
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 29, 2009 13:12:03 GMT -5
Johnny quickly drew out his gun and aimed it at the two, as he took several steps back. "So help me God if the two of you try anything funny.".
Sara turned to the two clowns and shouted, "You two don't kill him, stupid!".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 29, 2009 13:19:36 GMT -5
"Funny? How do you mean funny? Funny like a clown?!" Mr. Happy had the chainsaw running powerfully, roaring at the height of dominance. Tommy looked up at the chainsaw and thought alouad, "Why did Mr. Psycho give that to us? Surely he knew this sort of thing would happen?" He shrugged and went along with Mr. Happy cackling excitedly. "You two don't kill him, stupid!" The clowns stopped and looked at the little girl. "What?" Tommy asked "ARGHH!!! What a fuckin' buzz kill!" Mr. Happy shouted, obviously angry at the thought of not being able to chop his new aqauinted friend. "Don't worry, we'll take it out on mindless, stay happy Mr. Happy" Tommy said smiling. "Oh yes, I'm absolutely DYING to know if they have minds or not...." Mr. Happy said licking his lips. Tommy looked carefully at the girl, with a questioning look on his face "So if we don't kill him? Then who does?"
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 29, 2009 13:26:52 GMT -5
"My mom never told me.", Sara murmured. "All I know is that it happens before I was born.".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 29, 2009 13:38:40 GMT -5
The clowns were angry. Physically angry, mentally angry, sexually angry. They did not understand why this little girl is here but is sposed to be Veronica's womb. Mr. Happy looked over at Tommy, in his angered confusion he did not see Mr. Happy's fist come ploughing into the side of his head. Tommy lay on the ground holding his jaw. "Oh is that how you're gonna play it huh slut?" Tommy held up his own fist and planted it into his gut, groaning. "Don't you dare upstage me!" Mr. Happy screamed and started to punch his own face in. Tommy looked up and saw what he was doing, so grabbing his own head he started to plant it repeatedly into the concrete laughing while he does it. Mr. happy throws himself to the ground, his hands wrapped around his throat, choking himself. Tommy stopped and looked at Mr. Happy "Are you trying to kill yourself? Or thrill yourself?" As his gaze fell down to his pants to see that Mr. Happy was getting off to it. Not stopping Mr. Happy squeezed his words out, "You said we needed a..... Murder scene... And a... Love scene... So that's what I'm doing!....." He was going blue, Tommy ran up and pried his hands from around his throat and gave him a few quick little slaps, like how french people do. "So am I a candlestick now?" Mr. Happy asked. "If I am, does that make you a clock?" "Yes, yes it does." Tommy replied. The two bloodied, bruised clowns turned to Mr. Psycho "What ho my liege?" Tommy asked in his best Old English accent "To Camelot?" Added Mr. Happy
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