Jess: Hi. I've decided to play around with the chapters a bit. I just saw the movie Momento and found it cool. Please R&R
Disclaimer: JTHM & all its peoples in it belong to Jhonen V. May Nick have mercy on his sole.
Two days later...
A funeral. Its likeness to the stereotypical portrayal of a funeral was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Rain baring down on a grizzled tree. The grave sitting just below it, an old preacher dressed in black as a attendant held an umbrella as he finished the, ehem, "last rights."
Yet this one was different, Johnny thought as he sat on a nearby bench. He had been going to a lot of funerals since the sleeping test incident. Miss England had wanted his phone number incase they found anything new. He smirked a bit to himself, remembering her face after he had said his phone was currently out of order as he still had a phobia of being shot.
Speaking of home... What day was it? It had been at least a week since he'd been there. His house had seemed like a hole since the *shudder* Burger boy had `moved' in. Quietly he sighed and remembered that concluding dialogue that passed between the two...
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Darkness...little by little it must turn to light...NNY blinked once at the cracked ceiling before shouting nothing into the domicile. He did it again. That bastard MEAT DID IT AGAIN. "RAAARRRGGGG!!!!" he put two hand on his head in anguish.
Awww...did the big scary maniac have a bad dream? The porcelain doll smiled at him with delight. Well as much delight as he could manage. Or maybe your just cran- gah! The empty frezzy can clucked to the floor behind the TV.
Johnny was angry now. "You Sorry excuse for a jolly fat busboy! You did it again." REV meat lowered his eyes for a moment and smiled warily, now Johnny mboy, you're a free bird now. I cant make you do anything.
"Yet you still sing Makarther Park for eight hors strait." He stood up and walked over to the humming television set. "No being on this planet can resist that. Besides, my freedom dose not mean I'm immune to outside influence " With a click it turned off.
Never the less, immunity is a state of mind to you. While to me on the other hand he, it, blinked and hummed to itself. Oh my, I drifted off there didn't I? And here we were talking about you.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and peered at the figurine for a moment, "I think...I need to go out."
As though he had won the lottery, the manifestation smiled wide. SEE sleeping dose clear you head. NNY grabbed a coat hanging near by So where to? The mall? A dance club perhaps? You do realize that dancing is not requi- he stopped suddenly. Johnny had turned around and smiled. Then with a sweep of his hand as a good bye, he shut the door, as the part of his that sat on the television moaned.
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"Amen." The pasture shut his book and left with the attendant looking strangely at the women and child. The woman was looking at the girl blankly as she kept laughing. For the last ten minutes that's all the young lass had been doing, at times bursting out laughing at some of the thing the priest had said.
After a moment the older women turned around and looked at Johnny. She was wearing sunglasses and a pendent of sorts...Suddenly he sat up. Those glasses. That...necklace... He knew the name. He had heard it from that ass down on the lower levels. What was it... Tina? Tanya? Tellis?
"It...was Tess, Johnny."
Disclaimer: JTHM & all its peoples in it belong to Jhonen V. May Nick have mercy on his sole.
Two days later...
A funeral. Its likeness to the stereotypical portrayal of a funeral was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Rain baring down on a grizzled tree. The grave sitting just below it, an old preacher dressed in black as a attendant held an umbrella as he finished the, ehem, "last rights."
Yet this one was different, Johnny thought as he sat on a nearby bench. He had been going to a lot of funerals since the sleeping test incident. Miss England had wanted his phone number incase they found anything new. He smirked a bit to himself, remembering her face after he had said his phone was currently out of order as he still had a phobia of being shot.
Speaking of home... What day was it? It had been at least a week since he'd been there. His house had seemed like a hole since the *shudder* Burger boy had `moved' in. Quietly he sighed and remembered that concluding dialogue that passed between the two...
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Darkness...little by little it must turn to light...NNY blinked once at the cracked ceiling before shouting nothing into the domicile. He did it again. That bastard MEAT DID IT AGAIN. "RAAARRRGGGG!!!!" he put two hand on his head in anguish.
Awww...did the big scary maniac have a bad dream? The porcelain doll smiled at him with delight. Well as much delight as he could manage. Or maybe your just cran- gah! The empty frezzy can clucked to the floor behind the TV.
Johnny was angry now. "You Sorry excuse for a jolly fat busboy! You did it again." REV meat lowered his eyes for a moment and smiled warily, now Johnny mboy, you're a free bird now. I cant make you do anything.
"Yet you still sing Makarther Park for eight hors strait." He stood up and walked over to the humming television set. "No being on this planet can resist that. Besides, my freedom dose not mean I'm immune to outside influence " With a click it turned off.
Never the less, immunity is a state of mind to you. While to me on the other hand he, it, blinked and hummed to itself. Oh my, I drifted off there didn't I? And here we were talking about you.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and peered at the figurine for a moment, "I think...I need to go out."
As though he had won the lottery, the manifestation smiled wide. SEE sleeping dose clear you head. NNY grabbed a coat hanging near by So where to? The mall? A dance club perhaps? You do realize that dancing is not requi- he stopped suddenly. Johnny had turned around and smiled. Then with a sweep of his hand as a good bye, he shut the door, as the part of his that sat on the television moaned.
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"Amen." The pasture shut his book and left with the attendant looking strangely at the women and child. The woman was looking at the girl blankly as she kept laughing. For the last ten minutes that's all the young lass had been doing, at times bursting out laughing at some of the thing the priest had said.
After a moment the older women turned around and looked at Johnny. She was wearing sunglasses and a pendent of sorts...Suddenly he sat up. Those glasses. That...necklace... He knew the name. He had heard it from that ass down on the lower levels. What was it... Tina? Tanya? Tellis?
"It...was Tess, Johnny."