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Post by Vivian Astley on May 24, 2004 16:05:23 GMT -5
*shakes her head slightly making her more dizzy and gives him an impish grin*
Just wake me up ok?
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Post by Jeffrey on May 24, 2004 16:14:57 GMT -5
Uhh...
*She's pushing you away...*
Yeah. I'll... try and remember...
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Post by Jeffrey on May 31, 2004 16:03:13 GMT -5
(Introspective time! These are thoughts.)
Leave? I was gonna leave? Err... No couch time? But I like the couch. It's comfy... and... conveniant... and Mort likes it! I don't wanna leave, I wanna take a nap. But she's on my couch! Ugh... I guess I can sleep on the bed... If I've got to...
Are you going to let her walk all over you like that? You've got to be assertive. That's your couch, buddy.
Yeah, but I don't want to be mean. she's already asleep and... I already flipped on her once. I don't want her to be afraid of me. She's helped me so much.
That's what you think. Don't you remember what happened that day?
What day?
You know. You haven't bothered to talk about it, but I'm going to remind you. You were knocked unconscious, your fiends ganged up to tear someone out of your head. Another went as protection to make sure that never happened again. Then, she rent him limb from limb and stuck pieces of him in various hideouts, still alive and in excruciating pain. Can you imagine that? Existing as tiny pieces still alive and separate as your brain tries to figure out what the hell happened? I don't think you can...
She.... she did what she thought was right!
Ancient civilizations believed in human sacrifice to appease the gods... does that make it right?
No, but-
You clearly don't understand the gravity of what's at stake, Zackie-boy?
Nobody calls me that!-
Except me.
Us... You were always there... After therapy, all through Hogwarts... After she tore you out... Oh God... SANDS!!!
Good to see I'm missed.
...I ... I did. I did miss you. I do...
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Post by Jeffrey on May 31, 2004 19:34:23 GMT -5
(eng... realized there's not enough of a lead in for you. so... more schizo goodness!)
And you thought you could live without me.
But... you're... dead! Kinda...
Not really. But I never was gone to begin with. I'm not just some separate entity that can't be controlled. Fuckmook, I'm surprised you never caught on. I AM you.
What!?
Oh my Christ, can you try to stay with me? You've got the mentality of a retarded 4-year old. (Sorry if you're offended by that, I got it from excellent Sands fanfiction and I adore it so) It's like Shooter-itis. Can you dig it? I'm the vehicle you use when you want to off somebody but haven't got the *cajones to do it yourself.
I'd never do that to Viv! Never!
No, and I'll give you that. That was me.
Now you're just fucking with my brain.
It's not pure Shooter-itis, I have got a mind of my own, but I obey you. Mostly. Unless I crave puerco pibil or a cigarillo. You must admit, I've been very good as far as the last part is concerned. However, dear Vivian just doesn't rock my boat. The sooner you don't have to deal with her or this snivelling brat on the way, the sooner you can toddle off to wherever you want to go, live free and who knows? Maybe you can even score some dough? If you're at all interested in working for the Clevage Inspection Agency, I can help you with all the exams. As far as the psych evaluation is concerned, you're on your own, hopefully. Are you convinced yet? You can't get rid of me because frankly, you're just talking to yourself right now. You've just got sense enough not to wear a stupid dairy farmer hat and talk like a southern hick. What do you say? Can you dig it?
Aw Christ, I can't do this! No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Just like old times. Remember when you freaked that teacher out with the no eyes gig? Ah... I thought she'd never wake up. Honestly, you've got a twisted imagination. Do you think people will let you roam free for much longer without supervision? With me watching out for you, you've got nothing to worry about as long as you're quiet. No moaning and twitching and unnecessary things like that. Just you and me.
Raoul! George! Bill! God, somebody...
Seconds ago you were welcoming me with open arms.
And then I realized you're a fucking psycho!
Why don't you call dear Vivian, see if she can't help you in her delicate state? She's taking care of you and I don't think she'll be able to take much more of it. You're wearing her out, amigo. She's got to look after herself first now that she's living for two...
Oh God, oh God, oh God...
So... do you fancy being a Daddy? A criminally insane, schizotypal, sociopath? How can you guarantee you won't wake up one night with a screwdriver in your hand, an ugly hat on your head and corn in your teeth, a dead baby beneath you? Can you control it?
STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!
(talking out loud now)
Viv! Oh my Christ, VIV!!! *falls to his knees, panting heavily*
*cajones: balls
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 1, 2004 15:46:35 GMT -5
(Did you have fun with that?)
*She woke with a jolt, at the screaming. Rubbing her eyes furiously the room finally came back into vision and she saw Zack on the ground. Immediatly she was at his side sitting him up*
OMG, Are you ok?
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Post by Jeffrey on Jun 1, 2004 16:05:47 GMT -5
(muchly! *squees and huggles duke and sands in sig/av* Italics are sands, but thoughts, so viv doesnt hear em)
I... I think it's a bad dream! Aw, Gawd, I hope so...
You'd like that, wouldn't you, amigo? Fraid it's not that easy. I'm like a tumor, you know... thought I can't say that it's entirely flattering to be considered one.
No, stop it! You can't DO this t'me! You're... you're... you've got no substance!!!!!!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 1, 2004 16:13:07 GMT -5
Can't do what?
*She grabbed his head gently and forced him to look at her*
Zack, what can't be done?
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Post by Jeffrey on Jun 1, 2004 16:19:16 GMT -5
*his eyes are pointed at Viv, but they aren't staring at her*
Stop it, you fiend! I've got reinforcements! You can't do this t'me! I respected you! I fucking WORSHIPPED YOU!
And you still, do, secretly. You marvel at how I can be such a cold hearted bastard. Truth hurts, doesn't it? You're the cold hearted bastard, remember that.
I wouldn't do that!
I know. That's why I do it. One would have thought you'd get that by now. Even stupid The would have caught on. You're very bright as far as they go, I don't know why you're having such a hard time of it.
Because it's not true!
These people... Look at em. You gave them voices unknowingly, and gave them bodies later. Can't you relate to Gonzo Journalist over there packing enough narcotics to drug an elephant? Spencer, the evil alien? Look at em. LOOK AT EM!
Fuck you!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 25, 2004 1:56:56 GMT -5
Oh, Zack. You poor poor bastard. Snap outta it honey.
*shakes him gently*
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Post by Jeffrey on Jun 25, 2004 16:11:44 GMT -5
Would you really like to try that? I don't think you're quite man enough to handle it. Nothing on you, of course, but knowing your history like you do... I don't think you really want to try it.
Let me find a gun I can ram up your eye socket, we'll see what's what then.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 25, 2004 16:15:20 GMT -5
*she jumped back horrified and clamped a hand over her mouth to supress a scream*
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Post by Jeffrey on Jun 25, 2004 16:28:16 GMT -5
You wouldn't! Have you ever felt a .44 Magnum grinding slowly inward and the squeal of metal against bone? Felt the blood pour down your face? Oh wait, I forgot... YOU HAVE YOUR EYES!
And that's how I plan to keep it you blind bastard!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 25, 2004 16:41:53 GMT -5
*slowly she backs out of the room and back into the bathroom and placed a silencing charm around the living room before slamming the door shut*
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Post by Jeffrey on Jun 25, 2004 22:22:56 GMT -5
(Where's that rolling on the floor smilie when you need it?)
But you can't stop yourself. You like the sensation, the wind in there. You've never felt pain. Maybe it's about time.
You can't! You can't do that you bastard!
Oh, but I can. You don't even have to be willing. Or... let me rephrase that. You are willing. You just don't know it.
*Because of the silencing charm, the scream isn't heard, but the door shudders from the vibrations.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 3, 2004 2:17:18 GMT -5
(You've gotta post in this one again, man! It's gettin' excitin'! Sorry for that... watched too much 'Comedy Central Presents' tonight. Mitch someone or other.)
There's a dull thump in the interior of the room from Zack's collapse onto the carpet. It's an odd sight, one hand is trying to lower a wandtip towards his eye, while the other is fending it off. The wandtip is descending ever lower.
Don't knock it til you try it.
"NO! I'll scream rape!"
You're only hurting yourself, dipshit. Now stop being a douche and try. It's great fun. You ever have a tattoo? Well, imagine that, but a thousand times worse and right in the center of your brain and eye.
"You're insane!"
Now aren't you glad of all those times when I did it myself without the use of brutal instruments? Maybe you'll appreciate this more.
"You were drugged!"
I know. But you're a cold-hearted bastard that way. I'll bet you didn't know you delighted in self-torture, you masochist.
"VIVIAN!"
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