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| Max | Oct 30 2009, 17:01 Post #1 |
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The Facetime bowl of soup
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Jimmy: "Monsters and ghosts are real, they exist within us and sometimes, they win. Stephen King." I walk up to the warehouse door, my bag in hand. I packed a few things, an alarm clock, a spare change of clothes, and a picture of my friends. I knew this is where this "other syndicate" was located just by smell. Cat, Rabbit, Porcupine, Cow, Flamingo, Bat, and Lizard smells came from this one building. It was as if someone blended the smells of a barnyard and zoo together. I knock on the door and begin my speech. "It's me, Jimmy, Jimmy Bladder, The Pigzits Werewolf." I suddenly remembered how much they did know about me. "I want you guys to train me, like you offered. See ever since I first transformed into a wolf I knew how to suppress all my tendencies, forget about all monster stuff that no one else seemed to be able to." I drop my bag and get down on my knees. "I need you to train me, but I can't join you guys. I need you to train me because it's for the right reason, because I'm doing it for the right reason. I don't want to be stronger to bully people, kill people, or hurt anyone. I want to be strong to protect my friends, my nakama so that they are never hurt." I'm now down on my hands as well. "I ask that you please just look inside yourselves and believe that I need to buy what you are selling." A few minutes pass, nothing. I get up, looking at the windows, but they are too dirty to see through. I grab my bad and turn away heading right back the way I came. It was worth a shot. Suddenly I stop when a creaking noise is heard, I turn to see the warehouse door is open, it's dark inside and I cannot see anyone, but I can only assume what anyone else would. They have agreed to hear me out. |
![]() "Am I a hero or a monster? My only conclusion is that I'm a little of both, but of which one of those two is the most dominant? I really couldn't say" (Jimmy) | |
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| Cyberweasel89 | Oct 30 2009, 17:51 Post #2 |
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The Facetime jar of almonds
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![]() Despite the darkness from outside, inside it was bright enough to see, illuminated by the fluerescent lights on the ceiling. The warehouse was actually quite large, with boxes, crates, and the occasional barrel everywhere, many stacked high atop each other. At first glance, it looked to be just a random placement, but it became clear that this warehouse was a permanent residence. The cargo had been aranged so that anyone could climb atop the levels and take a seat. In front of the door was a large clearing, which was obviously made so there was enough room to spar. On the edges of the sparring clearing were spaces between cargo stacks, which lead to the individual "room" of each member. This was evident, as each entryway between cargo stacks had a unique scent, indicating only one person ventured into it. Some even had nametags on the cargo to either side of the entryway, namely "Mori" looking to be scribbled by a child, and "Koko" that looked to be barely legible. Up on the walls, near the ceiling, was a metal balcony, obviously designed so the warden could survey the workers loading and unloading cargo. Several doors were up there, likely leading to offices for the warden and other paperpushers. Behind the landscape of boxes, crates, and barrels was the smell of something cooking, so there was likely a break room designed for the workers, probably with a kitchen, if not a makeshift one. The were-group was standing all around. Most of them were sitting scattered across the cargo stacks, but a few were leaning against some on the ground. A tall brunette woman with a sword sheathed at her hip was leaning against some boxes near the door. Her arms were crossed over her breastplate-clad chest, her face serious. She smelled like lizard, watery rice, and a bizarre spiced meat. She was eyeing Jimmy with a skeptical look, possibly evaluating him. On top of a single crate near the side of the clearing was a little boy, no older than 10 or 12, wearing belts over his chest and tattered trousers. He had a mullet, and his bangs completely covered his eyes. He was sitting on the crate indian-style, and appeared jittery, groaning every so often and only giving Jimmy the occasional sideways glance. He smelled a lot like a bat, so strongly that it lead one to believe he didn't bathe often... but probably more often than Koko. Aside from that clear bat smell, he also smelled strongly of sugary cereal. Koko was in a corner of the clearing, where she appeared to be... chained to a pillar by a collar around her neck? She was tugging at the short chain furiously, trying to lunge for Jimmy. But the chain held firm. Every so often she would growl and gnaw on the chain, but to no avail. As always, she smelled heavy of sweat, pheromones, and housecat. Sagi himself was up on top of a stack of boxes directly across from the door. The box he sat on was stacked high enough to reach the balcony platform, to the point where his arms were back and draped over the lower railing. He held a bottle of vegetable juice in one hand, half of the veggie drink already consumed. Much like at the school, he smelled strongly of rabbit and vegetables. He was eyeing Jimmy much in a similar manner to the tall woman with the sword, but his gaze was far more piercing. "So... You have come, Jimmy Bladder." Sagi began, his voice serious and intense. "The Pigzits Werewolf... We have all waited many years to meet you." His gaze narrowed. "I must say, we are... disappointed... that you have denied our generous offer to join our... family. However, we are willing to hear your case. As the one who gave you the proposition, I leave the final decision to my brethren." "Koko want Boy Kick Ass stay! Koko want kick Boy Kick Ass ass!" "Calm yourself, Koko. Give him the chance to present his case. Then we shall decide..." the tall woman with the sword spoke up. She was standing the closest to Jimmy, and despite her defense of him, her eyes were still just as weary of him as when he first walked in... Edited by Cyberweasel89, Nov 27 2009, 18:51.
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| Max | Nov 27 2009, 17:56 Post #3 |
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The Facetime bowl of soup
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I'm extremely nervous now; my mind is jumping between running out of the room and chasing Koko. I had recognized Sagi and Koko, but the other five were new to me. A small boy with belts, a guy with spiky hair, a woman with a long dress, a woman with a sword and a deadly stare, and a mountain of a man who stood farthest from me. The spiky haired guy was doing pushups, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants and tennis shoes. He didn't appear as if he was counting, just going back and forth. He stops suddenly and scratches his head, a bandage is uncovered above his left eye. The woman was stunning to say the least, she stood leaned over a cargo box resting her chin in her hands, I of course was desperately trying not to stare at her chest, not an easy task. The other man stood in the corner, he tossed a small box into the air and caught it when it came back down, back and forth, back and forth he played his own game, never looking over at me. He had a look on his face that made him appear as if he was just interrupted doing something important and after Koko's outburst he replies "Quiet kid!" when her voice distracts him and his box is now on the ground. I allow my eyes to scan the room, going from person to person allowing their eyes to meet mine, finally I speak. "I need you guys to train me, but I can't join your team." This was aggravation at its highest; I felt like a lawyer in a late night TV drama, my life hung in the balance but with no commercial. "I have to get stronger, and I can't do it any other way but from you guys. I'm afraid of...myself I don't hold it all back because I'm really strong, I hold it back because I'm scared. My friends see me as the hero, the guy they can go to when they are in trouble, and well I need to be that for them, so that when the time comes, they can be safe. I need your group to help my group." I couldn't really gage what their reactions were, but I continued without pause. "Help me use what I fear most to scare my enemies. I'll do whatever you want as payment, with my one exception, so what do you say." I had no response at first, my mind was planning how I could now escape the warehouse without them killing me, but my conscious told me to wait just a bit longer for some feedback. |
![]() "Am I a hero or a monster? My only conclusion is that I'm a little of both, but of which one of those two is the most dominant? I really couldn't say" (Jimmy) | |
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| Cyberweasel89 | Nov 27 2009, 19:10 Post #4 |
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The Facetime jar of almonds
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![]() The wererabbit's eyes seemed to pierce right through Jimmy as he explained. His gaze was unwavering, his mouth curved in the smallest of frowns. His left hand idly swished the remaining liquid in his bottle of vegetable juice. When Jimmy finished, Sagi leaned forward a bit and sighed. "I had hoped you would become part of our 'family'. While I might consider respecting your wishes, the decision is not mine. I leave it to my brothers and sisters." As if on a silent cue, they all one by one spoke up. "Koko want wolf-boy stay! Koko want kick wolf-boy ass!" the werecat yowled between gnaws on her chain. The young boy just groaned, tilting his head upward as if seeking divine aid. Whether he was rolling his eyes or not was a mystery due to the bangs blocking the view. He was rocking idly on his rear, hands grasping his folded legs. "Fine, he can stay. He just better not touch my stuff, got it?" His voice was oddly scratchy, yet still full of youth... The woman with the sword eyed Jimmy carefully, seeming to weigh him, judge him. Her arms crossed over her armored chest, she gave him one last look up and down before her thin lips opened to speak. "I say yes. But only on one condition. I shall be the one overseeing his training. And he is to call me Sensei." That was three ayes out of six. It was looking good so far for Jimmy Bladder. |
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| Max | Dec 18 2009, 15:09 Post #5 |
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The Facetime bowl of soup
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I look from person to person as they giveout their answers, three left. The spiky haired guy gets up off the ground and grabs a near by towel. Drying himself off he says, "Why not" The women next sits as if she's waiting for a waiter to come by with her order. Looking around and sitting with posture. She nods and says, "Can't hurt" The large man in the corner is now kicking his box into a the background, not even turning to the group he says, "Not like my answers going to mean anything, as usual." I was pretty sure that was a yes from him. Now I look back at Sagi, staring at him as intensly as he is staring at me, then I ask. "So?" |
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| Cyberweasel89 | Dec 29 2009, 05:03 Post #6 |
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The Facetime jar of almonds
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![]() Sagi leaned back once again and took a sip of his vegetable juice. When the bottle left his face, he was sporting a very small, knowing smile. "Well, my brethren have spoken. It's agreed." His mouth returned to his small frown and his eyes narrowed. "I should warn you, Jimmy Bladder. Most lycanthropes are violent because they give in to the natural primal instincts that come with the curse. The urge to kill and perform vulgar acts while in lycan form is akin to a pleasurable fetish. There are some lycans who can suppress these urges. Some who can bury the beast within them. You are one of them. And you are among kindred spirits. But this beast within, though violent, possesses great strength. Over many years, we have learned to not only suppress our lycan urges for bloodlust and violence, but we have also learned to draw upon them at will, control them, make use of them when needed. Your first step in learning the ways of our group... is accepting the part of you that you keep buried beneath a mountain suppression. You must learn to accept the monster part of you, draw upon it, and control it." The wererabbit took another sip of his vegetable juice before continuing. "Your first step is to be acquainted with your new dwellings. To be honest, we anticipated your arrival. We have arleady prepared living quarters for you. Wichita will show you to it. You are right between Mori and F.D.R.'s quarters on the righthand side from the door." Mori audibly groaned from atop his crate, leaning back so far that he fell onto his back with his legs till locked in indian position. The "quarters", which were really just spaces arranged within the mountains of boxes with an opening connecting the space to the center clearing, were often heavily personalized by the member living there. Toka's was arranged like an oriental-style training dojo, complete with tatami mat floor, scrolls on the wall, a low-to-the-ground table, and an oriental floor mattress bed. She kept some training swords in a rack in the corner, some type of sitting string instrument in another corner, some paper lights here and there, a bonsai tree up against a wall, and appeared to often prepare tea in a copper teapot and play shougi with a board designed for the game. A few pairs of slippers next to the entranceway to her quarters suggested that she took off her shoes to enter her room. Mori's was stuffed with action figures, comic books, video game cartridges for his Funboy Turbo handheld gaming device, and boxes of Sugar Bombs cereal, with a disheveled mattress and blanket that showed evidence of bedwetting. He had placed a sign next to the entranceway to his quarters, the name "Mori" scribbled on it in children's handwriting. Koko's was a complete mess of scattered pillows, dirty laundry, and various materials for claw-scratching. It appeared she slept on the floor. Oddly, a litter box was up against the wall, with evidence of being used... She had apparently taken the idea from Mori and placed a sign next to her entryway that read "Koko", albeit it was barely legible. Sagi's was... well, he had obviously taken care in arranging the room and decorating it to make it look aesthetically appealing. The arrangement and decoration showed a lot of design sense, almost disturbingly so... He had even put in wallpaper and a carpet. His room notably contained a bed, desk, bookshelf, and drawers for clothes. Very functional. He appeared to keep a diary on his desk. He also appeared to have placed a welcome mat in front of his entrance that said "please wipe feet". Jimmy's space, however, as it had not been used before, contained only a trunk, old mattress, and box next to the mattress to be used as a beside table. |
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| Max | Jan 3 2010, 11:34 Post #7 |
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Jimmy follows Wichita holding a bundle of his things in his hands. As he goes by the rooms he sees Harley's contains various equipment you would find in the local gym, unfortunitly they did look pretty beat up though as if every item was pulled out of a junkyard. Wichita's room was simple yet elegant. Nice rugs covered segments of the floor, while a huge mirror sat infront of a stack of crates serving as a desk. A shorter crate was used as the chair. The makeshift desk contained various makeup along with a few pictures of some of the were group members. Jimmy does a double take as he sees FDR's room; the place looked nice, carpet, a couch, nice side table. Every piece of furniture looked like it was bought from a grage sale or thrift store. "This is you" she says stopping outside the area Sagi had indicated. Jimmy nodded his thanks and entered. As he looks around he can't help but compare the room to his dorm at PigZits, the thought wasn't comforting. Laying his cloths out on the bed, Jimmy unpacks. He puts an alarm clock on his bed and a picture of him and Katie at Pigzmead. "Who's the girl?" Wichita asks, her voice startled Jimmy considering he didn't notice that she hadn't left the doorway. "My girlfriend" he replies. "Does she know?" "No, I didn't tell her I was coming here, regretably" "Not that teenwolf, does she know about your full moon habit?" "Oh yeah, she does." "And she's cool with it?" "Yeah, I mean, I never really asked her, but still nothing has come up about it, she seems fine about it," Jimmy replies trailing off a bit. "Consider yourself lucky then." She turns and not wanting to end on that note Jimmy yells after her, "Is that rare?" In the distant he hears a faint voice reply, "Yes" A few hours later Jimmy lays down on his matress. Suddenly his alarm clock sounds and realizing that he forgot to set it, Jimmy reaches for it, but stops his hand as the sound of footsteps is heard. FDR comes charging in like a bull and snatches Jimmy's alarm clock, he throws it on the ground hard, breaking it like it was made of glass. He says "Please don't use alarm clocks, they make me cranky." Although it sounded like a request, Jimmy felt bullied by FDR, what with his alarm clock now in several pieces on the floor. FDR charges back out of Jimmy's room slower then when he had entered. He eyes Harley on his way out. "Come on boy, put a shirt on" he commands. "When I transform, my cloths get ruined, FD." Harley replies then adds with a smile, "You're lucky I'm wearing pants." |
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| Cyberweasel89 | Jan 15 2010, 09:12 Post #8 |
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![]() Sagi stepped up and put a hand on Harley's shoulder. He hadn't made a sound as he approached, surprisingly. "Yes, and luckily for us, you'll soon be wearing an apron as well. It's your turn to cook. And this time we need six dinners instead of five." He was, of course, referring to the addition of Jimmy. Toka wasn't included in either number since all she ate was water and ricegruel, usually topped with delisauce. And she insisted on preparing it herself, so she was a non-issue. Cooking was usually one of the less desirable chores due to the diversity of the group. Koko would eat (almost) anything, so she was easy to please. But Sagi was a vegetarian, while Mori had such a huge Sugar Bombs cereal addiction that he would usually skip out on dinner in favor of munching on the stuff. The others usually had to convince him to eat dinner with the rest of them. Luckily Mori idolized Harley, so he usually always ate when he cooked. The room in the back of the warehouse that once served as the break room for the workers now functioned as the kitchen for the were-group. It had an oven/stove, refridgerator, microwave, and sink. Even some cabinets with pots and pans and drawers with silverware and dishwear. It had the basics for cooking most simple meals. Just no complex three-course dinners. Mori came stepping into Jimmy's room, his fingers busy tapping at the buttons of a yellow handheld Funboy Turbo. Music was lightly playing from whatever game the boy was playing, along with the occasional sound effect. "Hey, new guy." he lazily greeted, sounding distracted. He was leaning in the entranceway. It seemed the Were-Group had an unspoken rule that, what with there not being any doors, they weren't to enter another member's "room" beyond the doorway without permission. "Just came to warn ya about a few things, what with you bein' my neighbor and all." As he spoke, he continued to play his game, gazing at the screen and pressing the buttons with his thumbs. "First of all, no snoring too loudly. Second, no pounding on the wall between our rooms. Third, I don't want you joining in with the others in gettin' me to eat dinner with them. Fourth, don't touch my games, comics, or my cereal. And fifth, if you go into my room for whatever reason, you are not to ask about, mention, or bring up the stain on my mattress. Got it? Good." The boy turned around, but paused. "One more thing. Don't worry about the alarm clock. FDR's just like that. I dunno why we keep 'im around. Sagi said somethin' about him bein' one of us, or somethin'. I dunno. But it doesn't matter much anyway. Toka makes sure we're all up at the crack of dawn anyway. She'll do the same with you, no doubt. So, anyway, just stay away from my stuff and we won't have any problems." With that, the boy left. As he left, a barely intelligible cry of profanity was heard. It was followed with Koko saying "Maybe batboy do better at small game if batboy not cover eyes with hair." "Shut up, Koko!" was Mori's clever response. Edited by Author Bobby, Jan 17 2010, 19:05.
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