Chapter Three- My poor, bleeding nose.
As soon as she walked through the door, the doofy smile dropped straight off Zephyr's face as she dragged herself toward the stairs. She tromped slowly up them and walked through door 22 on the third floor, to turn straight around and smack intentionally into a doorframe. She yelped and dropped to the floor, her nose prone to bleeding at the slightest provocation, and added some new bloodstains to the draggled carpet. For some reason, the young lady ENJOYED smacking into the walls and dyeing the carpet browny-red. Zephyr cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled into the floor "OWW! Oh, OWWW! My poor, bleeding, painful NOSE! OWW!" This evoked a copious amount of yelling and banging from the lower floors, mostly just people shouting "Shut UP!!!". She grinned in a self-satisfied way and clambered over to a desk, scrambling up onto the stool in front of it and arranging herself in a strange position atop it. With her knees touching her ears, she snatched up a pencil from the desk, flipped open to a fresh page in the notebook that lay on the desk, and began to write.
'Oh Lovely Doomy Journal Thingamajig-
I am quite pleased that I have agreed to go on this strange road trip-like-thing. I needed to get out more, anyway. I spend too much time in my apartment. You know, excitement, adventure, eating Chinese food that won't make me barf- all that shit. Anyway, today I made a new friend- (heehee, that sounds so juvenile)- Johnny. He says I can call him Nny. I need a nickname. Seems nice, smart, a little too antisocial for his own good. Not bad looking either, but he's not my type. I'm dragging his along on our little (hahah) trip. He seems less than thrilled. (Kills people.)
Word for the wise- I am freak. Freak is good. Raar.'
With that logged away, Zephyr slammed the book shut, overbalanced on the stool, and toppled onto the floor unceremoniously. She pulled herself to her feet and trudged off through a door in the four-room apartment. She flopped onto a bed and rolled over, slipping on a pair of headphones and turning on the portable CD player it was attached to. She fell asleep to "Enter Sandman" by Metallica. Aww. Like a baby.
[Damn! was that ever a short one! Don't worry, devoted Nny fans (like me), the next chapter focuses entirely on our boy Johnny! Yay! I hope to have it uploaded very soon, so until then, eat food and read stuff! 'Ta!]
As soon as she walked through the door, the doofy smile dropped straight off Zephyr's face as she dragged herself toward the stairs. She tromped slowly up them and walked through door 22 on the third floor, to turn straight around and smack intentionally into a doorframe. She yelped and dropped to the floor, her nose prone to bleeding at the slightest provocation, and added some new bloodstains to the draggled carpet. For some reason, the young lady ENJOYED smacking into the walls and dyeing the carpet browny-red. Zephyr cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled into the floor "OWW! Oh, OWWW! My poor, bleeding, painful NOSE! OWW!" This evoked a copious amount of yelling and banging from the lower floors, mostly just people shouting "Shut UP!!!". She grinned in a self-satisfied way and clambered over to a desk, scrambling up onto the stool in front of it and arranging herself in a strange position atop it. With her knees touching her ears, she snatched up a pencil from the desk, flipped open to a fresh page in the notebook that lay on the desk, and began to write.
'Oh Lovely Doomy Journal Thingamajig-
I am quite pleased that I have agreed to go on this strange road trip-like-thing. I needed to get out more, anyway. I spend too much time in my apartment. You know, excitement, adventure, eating Chinese food that won't make me barf- all that shit. Anyway, today I made a new friend- (heehee, that sounds so juvenile)- Johnny. He says I can call him Nny. I need a nickname. Seems nice, smart, a little too antisocial for his own good. Not bad looking either, but he's not my type. I'm dragging his along on our little (hahah) trip. He seems less than thrilled. (Kills people.)
Word for the wise- I am freak. Freak is good. Raar.'
With that logged away, Zephyr slammed the book shut, overbalanced on the stool, and toppled onto the floor unceremoniously. She pulled herself to her feet and trudged off through a door in the four-room apartment. She flopped onto a bed and rolled over, slipping on a pair of headphones and turning on the portable CD player it was attached to. She fell asleep to "Enter Sandman" by Metallica. Aww. Like a baby.
[Damn! was that ever a short one! Don't worry, devoted Nny fans (like me), the next chapter focuses entirely on our boy Johnny! Yay! I hope to have it uploaded very soon, so until then, eat food and read stuff! 'Ta!]
