Jenna's POV:
I'm running but my feet wont carry me. It's like one of my dreams only this is no dream. I can see Boo, yelling, beckoning towards his carpet. Last time I couldn't do enough to get away from it and him, now I can do enough to get toward it. Suddenly I trust and believe him completely.
Around the edges of my vision is a blur of orange and chaos but all I see is Boo, unwavering in the centre of my line of sight.
Suddenly I double over. There is a bright orange blazing imprint in my mind resonating around ever edge, a gigantic burning, crippling polo inside my mind. I can't think straight, the world is fading, something is pulling me away but the burning is keeping firmly where I am as well. I am being torn in two. Arms under my shoulders catch me as I crumple toward the ground.
The world fades and spins back into existence. For a moment I am confused. I can't work out where I am or even who I am. Then I remember. I am sick. Then angry at how weak I am, I fainted again. I never did like the damsel in the fairy stories who made everyone look after her and yet somehow I have become that person. I hate it. I am sick again. Then I notice where I am.
I'm almost not surprised. Almost. But then again there is no way in hell one cannot be surprised when they wake up to find them self travelling at some considerable speed and height on an oriental rug. But I am. I decide although I loath playing the weakling it was probably best to lie down and close my eyes again.
"Jenna? Jenna we're here." I open my eyes. We are indeed here. Where ever here is. The carpet has stopped outside a semi-rundown shop called the Nabootique. Naboo clambers off the carpet and beckons for me to follow. I'm beginning to realise he doesn't say much. He pulls out a key and opens the door, letting us in. The shop it's self is crammed full to the brim of stuff, odd knickknacks and second hand stuff. There's a broken piano in the corner with the side of all the jazz stuff and on the other side it's more clothes and gadgets, hair products and stuff. It's like the shop has two split personalities, one for each side and it meets in the middle behind the counter. Open on the counter is an issue of Cheekbone, I sneak a glimpse – mainly for the date but also just to check. I don't follow fashion strictly but I do like to be on the same ish wavelength. Although recently I haven't really bothered with dressing up.
Once Naboo is inside he calls out "Hey you ballbags! Where are you?! Howard you should be running the shop still, just 'cos im not here doesn't mean you can slack off! Bollo? Can you prepair some of that flying medicine?" I wonder at the name Bollo, Howard seems perfectly normal but Bollo is a bit odd. Perhaps he isn't English…
Just then two figures descend down the stairs and I immediately try to guess which is which. The first is tall, scrawny and looks like an untamed Geography teacher, but in an oddly appealing way. The second is shorter and seems to gravitate toward the first one, almost shying behind him even though it is clearly evident that he would be very socially confident, he is wearing high wasted black drainpipes and a thick layered poncho type jumper in oranges and reads, it looks a bit like it could be made of lots of woollen leaves. He is wearing nothing under this despite the cold and when he moves his arms it rides up to revile a slice of skin just bellow his ribcage. His hair is all fluffed up in a kind of messy birds nest kind of way. I find him captivating and it's almost painful to look away, this one must be Bollo if his exotic appearance is anything to go by.
"Alright Vince, Aright Howard. Howard why aren't you down here working?" So neither of them is Bollo. I'm beginning to wonder just how many people live here.
Naboo doesn't give Howard a chance to answer before continuing "Jenna this is Vince and Howard" He points to the smaller of the two first and he gives a tiny smile and fluffs his hair some more, anyone would of thought he was shy. When addressed Howard offers his hand to shake, I take it shake it once and shuffle further back behind Boo. "Guys this is Jenna, she's gunna be staying with us for a while" Before I have time to say anything about this something else takes my mind off the subject, descending down the stairs is a massive creature covered in hair and holding a mug of steaming liquid.
"Made potion. But could find no sweetener so I used Vince's Strawberry Laces"
I can barely think for a moment and then my brain suddenly jumps into gear all at one
"Shit! What the! Fucking hell Boo! There is a massive live gorilla in your shop!"
"Calm down!" Boo orders and suddenly an odd peace is restored.
In the background I here the gorilla mutter "What else would I be? A dead gorilla?"
"Jenna, this is Bollo, my familiar. He is NOT a threat to you or anyone else. He has asthma in any case."
"But…"
"But nothing. Some things around here are a bit weird I'll give you that but you're just gunna have to get used to it cos things are gunna get a lot more weird from here on in."
Wow, two in one day! But I wanted to get on and move it on a bit, change the setting and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it ;) x Please leave a review! X
Disclaimer: I don't own the Boosh.