Phoenix- you never answered my question. Are you quoting Shrek?
Specs-If you like pina coladas. *begins to salsa dance*
Dutchy- And getting' caught in the rain. *also dances*
Phoenix- Well, um.
AVANTE!
(_(_(_(_(_Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)
They brought a friend. Oh yay.
It was about nine o'clock at night when they came strutting in. Charlie looked a little drunk, but I guessed that she was merely tired. I lead them into the doorway and Race held up a small, shiny circular pendant on the end of a leather thong.
Good. That's over with.
I assumed it had begun to rain. The entire entourage was soaked, and Blink had a nasty gash on his forehead. But all seven of them looked terribly pleased with themselves and hopefully this means I can get those three out of my. wait, seven? Another stood with them. He had longish blonde hair and hazel eyes, he was clad in black leather and had a face that I couldn't help but recognize.
"The names Jack," he said striding to the center of staircase hall like he owns it, "This is a nice pile of bricks you got here," Pile of bricks? That insults me.
"Don't you mean James?" I said, cocking my head to the side and peering at his back. I had finally placed the face. He whirled around and I suddenly realized that everyone was looking at me. I turned ever so slightly, and pulled my hair back, revealing my ears.
"Bloody hell." Jack whispers, "Colby Spot Conlon! Where the hell ya been, ya bastard?" we shared a friendly hug, and then Charlotte cleared her throat a bit loudly. Too loudly, if you ask me.
"I didn't ask you," she began defensively, "So do you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?" she can be so difficult.
"Me and James here, we go way back!" Seriously, we do. I've known him since I was just an itty bitty elf-let.
"Where'd you meet him," Race questioned, replacing the amulet around his neck.
"Yeah, elves and supreme being, oracle, whatevers don't just go running about, do they?" Specs added thoughtfully.
"I ran into him when he was running away, actually," Jack answered. Oh God. Not the runaway story. I elbowed him and quickly put a shield on my thoughts.
"Running away?" Charlie quirked a brow. She's smart girl, "when were you running away?" Jack regarded her curiously for a moment and opened his mouth.
"Well-" He would have continued were it not for three factors: me, slapping my hand over his mouth, Mike and Joe racing in, closing the doors and leaning against them; and the gunshot going off in the front yard.
(_(_(_(_(_(Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Damn it!" Spot and Blink yelled simultaneously, both striding to the doors. Charlie swore softly and Dutchy groaned.
"What's going on?" I whispered my question to Dutchy who looked at me apologetically.
"D'you remember the Neo-Nazis Charlotte was talking about," I swallowed and nodded dumbly. He merely jerked his head towards the door.
After a matter of moments, we all stood posted in front of the door with some sort of weapon. Spot had a rifle; I held a pistol of some sort, as did Jack, Dutchy, Blink and Race; Specs had been given a crossbow; and Charlie had herself. Mike and Joe sat drenched near the staircases at the back.
Spot swung the doors open and out on the gravel driveway stood two lines of men. The back line with four, the front with two. They all held a gun of some description. One of the two in the front line stepped forward and Blink looked down at me reassuringly.
"That's Morris Delancy, he's their 'leader'," I knew Morris from school. He was a tall kid with dyed black hair and a thick black hoop in his left ear. He always wore black clothing with some demoralizing slogan, or his favorite, a swastika. His second in command, Oscar, and he had a nasty reputation of beating up anyone who crossed them and wasn't a heterosexual, white, male.
"What do you want Delancy?" Spot roared. Morris waved his pistol dismissively.
"You're harboring fags, Conlon," he said in the tone of one explaining that two and two was four. Blink clutched my hand and I smiled weakly at him.
"You're lucky we didn't come for that wicca you've got hiding behind you," Oscar stepped forward and gestured to Charlie. Who sprang forward, only to be stopped by an outstretched arm from Spot.
"Just bring 'em out here, Colby, we'll beat hell out of them and then you can have them back," Morris continued. I had a look back at Mike and Joe, Mike was pacing and Joe was sitting on Charlie's bottom step, shivering.
"The disembowelment of others isn't a good hobby, ladies, perhaps you should take up knitting," Charlie, gun conveniently stowed in one of her voluminous pockets, bowed under Spot's arm and took a step out onto the stone porch.
"Charlie! Get back in!" Spot hissed, tugging on her shirt. She merely took another step forward and hissed back.
"I'm not scared of them," She took another step out into the rain.
"Look lady, how does this work for you? You can come out here and insult us until our ears bleed, but you aint gonna kill us so you've really only succeeded in pissing us off," Morris called out to her, firing a shot. Charlie narrowly dodged it and I saw her wince. Spot nearly pissed himself.
"Jack," The only reason I know that's what she said because he took a few steps forward, heading into the rain himself. She whispered some immaculately thought out plan into his ear and from the way she spoke, I assume that he has some telekinetic abilities too. He nodded and walked back into the house.
"What'd she say?" Spot questioned fervently. Jack nodded and looked back out onto the lawn.
"She's one hell of a girl, Conlon," Jack answered. Spot repeated his question, "She's going to shoot him," Spot's eyes widened.
"What? You don't think I have the guts to kick a little ass," she dug her hand into her pocket and gently pulled out the gun. Morris smirked.
"Even if that gun was loaded, you wouldn't shoot me," he taunted, lowering his own gun.
"What? You think it isn't loaded?" Charlie questioned, looking innocently up at him.
"Of course it aint loaded bitch! You don't have the guts," he mocked her and somewhere I heard the sound of a pencil snapping.
"Yeah it is," In a lightening quick movement, Charlie pulled the trigger, spun the pistol twice on her finger, and then pointed it at the Neo-nazis.
"I got five more bullets left," she said hopefully. Morris fell to the ground, clutching his leg. Oscar had dropped to help them and Spot realized what she had done. This was carefully thought out. She had taken out the foundation, and now they would have to leave. After a few yelled curses, they drug themselves off elsewhere. Charlie stumbled into the house and it was then we noticed she had red blood streaking down her shoulder from a wound we later found on her scalp, just above her ear.
"I had to do something," She slurred quietly as Dutchy and Joe lead her off to the infirmary.
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Why'd you do that?" Joe questioned. He held a square of guaze to the side of her head and couldn't resist the urge to lick his fingers afterwards.
"Someone had to make them go away. Joe, we cant have them coming back to terrorize you every night," Joe nodded obediently as I went to work on the gash the bulled had made. 'It only grazed the skin!' she had said.
"You cant always be the hero," I cautioned her as she hopped off the examination table and headed for the door.
"I don't want to lose you that way," I whispered when everyone had left.
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AW! Aint that just the sweetest? It's B-E-A-utiful! Anyhow, my next chapter might take a while longer than usual to get posted, but FEAR NOT! I'm not letting this one fade into the dust! I swear! But I do need encouragement *hinthint* So be kind and take a millisecond to review!
Two Quotes! "I suppose it was in the second grade when I caught my reflection in the back of the spoon and thought 'wow, Derek, you're really really good looking. You could do this for a living!'" "Do what for a living?" "Be really really good looking." Derek Zoolander and Matilda- Zoolander.
"D'you feel sick, mate?" "yeah," "Perhaps you should try a bottle o' mushrooms," "Oh, I should." Me and a mate of mine.
Specs-If you like pina coladas. *begins to salsa dance*
Dutchy- And getting' caught in the rain. *also dances*
Phoenix- Well, um.
AVANTE!
(_(_(_(_(_Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)
They brought a friend. Oh yay.
It was about nine o'clock at night when they came strutting in. Charlie looked a little drunk, but I guessed that she was merely tired. I lead them into the doorway and Race held up a small, shiny circular pendant on the end of a leather thong.
Good. That's over with.
I assumed it had begun to rain. The entire entourage was soaked, and Blink had a nasty gash on his forehead. But all seven of them looked terribly pleased with themselves and hopefully this means I can get those three out of my. wait, seven? Another stood with them. He had longish blonde hair and hazel eyes, he was clad in black leather and had a face that I couldn't help but recognize.
"The names Jack," he said striding to the center of staircase hall like he owns it, "This is a nice pile of bricks you got here," Pile of bricks? That insults me.
"Don't you mean James?" I said, cocking my head to the side and peering at his back. I had finally placed the face. He whirled around and I suddenly realized that everyone was looking at me. I turned ever so slightly, and pulled my hair back, revealing my ears.
"Bloody hell." Jack whispers, "Colby Spot Conlon! Where the hell ya been, ya bastard?" we shared a friendly hug, and then Charlotte cleared her throat a bit loudly. Too loudly, if you ask me.
"I didn't ask you," she began defensively, "So do you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?" she can be so difficult.
"Me and James here, we go way back!" Seriously, we do. I've known him since I was just an itty bitty elf-let.
"Where'd you meet him," Race questioned, replacing the amulet around his neck.
"Yeah, elves and supreme being, oracle, whatevers don't just go running about, do they?" Specs added thoughtfully.
"I ran into him when he was running away, actually," Jack answered. Oh God. Not the runaway story. I elbowed him and quickly put a shield on my thoughts.
"Running away?" Charlie quirked a brow. She's smart girl, "when were you running away?" Jack regarded her curiously for a moment and opened his mouth.
"Well-" He would have continued were it not for three factors: me, slapping my hand over his mouth, Mike and Joe racing in, closing the doors and leaning against them; and the gunshot going off in the front yard.
(_(_(_(_(_(Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Damn it!" Spot and Blink yelled simultaneously, both striding to the doors. Charlie swore softly and Dutchy groaned.
"What's going on?" I whispered my question to Dutchy who looked at me apologetically.
"D'you remember the Neo-Nazis Charlotte was talking about," I swallowed and nodded dumbly. He merely jerked his head towards the door.
After a matter of moments, we all stood posted in front of the door with some sort of weapon. Spot had a rifle; I held a pistol of some sort, as did Jack, Dutchy, Blink and Race; Specs had been given a crossbow; and Charlie had herself. Mike and Joe sat drenched near the staircases at the back.
Spot swung the doors open and out on the gravel driveway stood two lines of men. The back line with four, the front with two. They all held a gun of some description. One of the two in the front line stepped forward and Blink looked down at me reassuringly.
"That's Morris Delancy, he's their 'leader'," I knew Morris from school. He was a tall kid with dyed black hair and a thick black hoop in his left ear. He always wore black clothing with some demoralizing slogan, or his favorite, a swastika. His second in command, Oscar, and he had a nasty reputation of beating up anyone who crossed them and wasn't a heterosexual, white, male.
"What do you want Delancy?" Spot roared. Morris waved his pistol dismissively.
"You're harboring fags, Conlon," he said in the tone of one explaining that two and two was four. Blink clutched my hand and I smiled weakly at him.
"You're lucky we didn't come for that wicca you've got hiding behind you," Oscar stepped forward and gestured to Charlie. Who sprang forward, only to be stopped by an outstretched arm from Spot.
"Just bring 'em out here, Colby, we'll beat hell out of them and then you can have them back," Morris continued. I had a look back at Mike and Joe, Mike was pacing and Joe was sitting on Charlie's bottom step, shivering.
"The disembowelment of others isn't a good hobby, ladies, perhaps you should take up knitting," Charlie, gun conveniently stowed in one of her voluminous pockets, bowed under Spot's arm and took a step out onto the stone porch.
"Charlie! Get back in!" Spot hissed, tugging on her shirt. She merely took another step forward and hissed back.
"I'm not scared of them," She took another step out into the rain.
"Look lady, how does this work for you? You can come out here and insult us until our ears bleed, but you aint gonna kill us so you've really only succeeded in pissing us off," Morris called out to her, firing a shot. Charlie narrowly dodged it and I saw her wince. Spot nearly pissed himself.
"Jack," The only reason I know that's what she said because he took a few steps forward, heading into the rain himself. She whispered some immaculately thought out plan into his ear and from the way she spoke, I assume that he has some telekinetic abilities too. He nodded and walked back into the house.
"What'd she say?" Spot questioned fervently. Jack nodded and looked back out onto the lawn.
"She's one hell of a girl, Conlon," Jack answered. Spot repeated his question, "She's going to shoot him," Spot's eyes widened.
"What? You don't think I have the guts to kick a little ass," she dug her hand into her pocket and gently pulled out the gun. Morris smirked.
"Even if that gun was loaded, you wouldn't shoot me," he taunted, lowering his own gun.
"What? You think it isn't loaded?" Charlie questioned, looking innocently up at him.
"Of course it aint loaded bitch! You don't have the guts," he mocked her and somewhere I heard the sound of a pencil snapping.
"Yeah it is," In a lightening quick movement, Charlie pulled the trigger, spun the pistol twice on her finger, and then pointed it at the Neo-nazis.
"I got five more bullets left," she said hopefully. Morris fell to the ground, clutching his leg. Oscar had dropped to help them and Spot realized what she had done. This was carefully thought out. She had taken out the foundation, and now they would have to leave. After a few yelled curses, they drug themselves off elsewhere. Charlie stumbled into the house and it was then we noticed she had red blood streaking down her shoulder from a wound we later found on her scalp, just above her ear.
"I had to do something," She slurred quietly as Dutchy and Joe lead her off to the infirmary.
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Why'd you do that?" Joe questioned. He held a square of guaze to the side of her head and couldn't resist the urge to lick his fingers afterwards.
"Someone had to make them go away. Joe, we cant have them coming back to terrorize you every night," Joe nodded obediently as I went to work on the gash the bulled had made. 'It only grazed the skin!' she had said.
"You cant always be the hero," I cautioned her as she hopped off the examination table and headed for the door.
"I don't want to lose you that way," I whispered when everyone had left.
[____________]
AW! Aint that just the sweetest? It's B-E-A-utiful! Anyhow, my next chapter might take a while longer than usual to get posted, but FEAR NOT! I'm not letting this one fade into the dust! I swear! But I do need encouragement *hinthint* So be kind and take a millisecond to review!
Two Quotes! "I suppose it was in the second grade when I caught my reflection in the back of the spoon and thought 'wow, Derek, you're really really good looking. You could do this for a living!'" "Do what for a living?" "Be really really good looking." Derek Zoolander and Matilda- Zoolander.
"D'you feel sick, mate?" "yeah," "Perhaps you should try a bottle o' mushrooms," "Oh, I should." Me and a mate of mine.