Star Crossed Lovers- by Crunch
Rumor- No no, I'm not grossed out at all! I understand that the pole comes with the territory *nods wisely* and hey, if it inspires people, who am I to judge? What ever rocks their socks, ya know? Oh I wouldn't want to ignore you, tangents are FUN! Thanks so much, yes I get your meaning, I'm glad it's twisty. I mean. . .well you know. Twists are everybody's friend! Keep on reading, I value your opinions SO much! And I'll try to make it EXTRA twisty for ya!
Misprint- a cow? He he, did you actually call me a cow? Oh my sweet crackers, I didn't mean to burn bridges! Honestly! Anywhoo, it wasn't me, it was the evil Baron, back from the dead and out for revenge. See, he parachuted into my den, lured me away rom the computer with a little Racetrack on a fishing pole, and seized control! That's how it happened! Don't be mad! He thankyou very much *Starts to bow, then realizes it MIGHT not be a great idea to turn her back on Misprint just yet.* and yes, Frenchy is a bastard. He's an embastard!
Deejay- No nono nonono, never fear, Crunch is STILL here! Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving, this is just too fun! Right up until the end that is, and well, we'll have ta see. Yes, that time is approaching, and you never know, you might just go "Oh" yet!
Shortie- OOH, here yer part! Didja catch it? Well, don't worry, you'll be back. Oh, Blinks there? Well, I'm VERY happy for you, but to tell you the truth I'd wanted better for him then hell. . .WHAT AM I SAYING? There is no place better! Give him a big hiya from me! Hehe, well thankyou muchly! *Scatters rose pettals into the croud of her fellow minions and assorted demon like creatures* Yes, Frenchy IS stuck on himself, though to tell the truth I've always had a soft spot for the guy, he can't catch a break. HAH! I said SPOT! Yes, I know, the drug part was unrealistic, but I was feeling very lazy and starved for inspiration, I think my new found Blinks!muse was on the fritz. (Thanks much by the way, and I WILL review your new chappie, one of these days. . .) I promise! NONONO I wasn't serious, boy that one got me in a lot of trouble. Race made me do it. ;D
*Dreamer Conlon- Oh, YAY! I'm glad SOMEONE likes it! He he, thanks so much, so ok, I'll keep on going. Voila!
*Doll Face- Yes, Kloppman, these things never go as planned. Oh, the joke? *chuckles sheepishly* well, it seemed funny at the time, but then, don't they always? Btw, In regards to another review you left me, NO DON:T YOU DARE DISCONTINUE THAT STORY! I love it, and I've been waiting for more Doll Facey goodness, and I am not the only one who reads! I know this *wink nudge wink* so please keep a-going! Please/ fah me?
*Morning Dew- Oh no, I would never abandon youse! *pats reasuringly, which turns to the heimlich manuver when Morning Dew chokes on laughter* Any whoo, thanks so much for reviewing so faithfully! I luffle you muchly!
*Falco- WELL. . .yes, it is. I know, I'm going to hurt me too if they die. *whimpers in blind panic* Here ya go old friend, keep on readin'! You may find some, un, twists are acoming.
*Sparks Donnen- SORRY! *simultaneously smiles apologetically and hides from Fists O' Terror* Let's just say it wasn't ME, it was my evil Baron!muse, who locked me in the broom closet and seized control of my computer and my lunch bag. And look! Here's more!
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"We's all so glad you changed ya mind, Ruby. It'll be a helluva lot easier on all of us now. . . red or blue?"
"Mm?" Ruby glanced upwards, thoughts of her possibly impending doom interrupted once more by Nanny's incesant chatter. Unaware of the plot she was delaying, Nanny stood posed infront of a beer-splashed and speckled mirror, holding the two swanky dresses she'd been able to procure infront of her figure, and grimacing as her ample self spilled from around the narrow sides. "Oh, blue, I guess. Blue would be fine." Distracted, she settled back down on the groaning old cot once again, her fingers straying eagerly towards the smuggled vial hidden away in her jumper pocket.
"Dis'll be good fah youse, Ruby. Yoah wedding is da start of a whole new life. An' look at you, Miss hoity toity, you get ta spend da night in ya own room!" As an act of celebration, whether it was because Ruby was getting married, or because Ruby was leaving, nobody could say, the Lodging House Keeper had relinquished one of the beds in the vacant sick room for the girl's last night as a bachlorette. While the other girls steamed with jealousy, Ruby was just glad for the private suite. Sure, It would've been possible to chug down a vial of deadly poison with a room full of witnesses, but a bit melodramatic, in her opinion. And she had enough to worry about with out picturing the exasperated sighs upon her death bed.
"Yeah, it's great Nanny. Listen," she feigned a yawn as best she could, "I'm kinda tired, maybe we could talk some udder time?"
"Sure, kid, I'm goin." Nanny pursed her lips to avoid a patronizing smile. "You made da right choice, Ruby."
"Uh huh."
"You know, I always knew dat Racetrack was no good. . ."
"Ok, Nan."
"I mean, soah, he was a sweet talker, an he had a nice body. . ."
"Yes, Nan."
"An he had a NICE butt. . ."
"THANKS, Nan." The girl nodded, glad to be of comfort, and padded out of the room as softly as her substantial frame could manage, leaving Ruby to her worries once again.
Of course, it was likely everything would go down as planned. She'd drink the toxin, fake her death, sleep through her funeral, and Racetrack, tipped of by one of his close friends on an errand from Mr. Kloppman, would swoop down and wisk her away to Queens, where they could live happily ever after. 'But what if. . .' a small voice nagged at her, running incesantly through the back of her mind and staining her hopes. What if the poison ended up killing her? She didn't have to be enormously street-savvy to doubt the credability of a drug peddler named Shortie, in whose hands she was placing her life. What if this was all some elaborate plot by Father Kloppman to murder her for her sinful marriage to Race? What if the church exploded while she lay inside in her coffin?
But no, she was being silly. Things WOULD go as planned.
They had to.
"Well, Here's to ya Race. Be seein' you soon." With a hastily whispered toast, she fumbled for the smooth emerald vial, running her fingers over it's glassy surface before lifting it to her lips, and after a final deep breath, finishing it in one gulp.
Well, this wasn't so ba-
Suddenly, the pain struck her like a blast of fire, burning her throat and scorching it's way towards her stomach. God, it hurt- she couldn't breath- her lungs were ready to explode! Panicked, she curled into the tightest bawl she could manage, clawing desperately at her chest, heaving dangerously with each erratic heart beat, the pain now seizing her like a full on inferno . . .
And as suddenly as it had started, it was over, leaving the girl huddled on the worm eaten mattress, pale and still as death.
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"Dum dum da dum, dum dum da dum!" Nanny chirped the wedding march as she skipped heavily down the halls of the Lodging House, swept away in the hustle of pre-marriage activity.
So a wedding of her own wasn't likely, so what? So it was fairly probable that she would never find a husband like Frenchy. There were worse things a girl could do then stay single. For now, she was content to live out her dreams through the eyes of the pretty young girl asleep in the sick bay.
"Hey, Ruby, rise and shine, goil! It's ya wedding day!" She beamed cheerfully, her mouth so wide it threatened to split her face in two, as she paused in the doorway of the still silent chamber. "Ruby, come on!" The girl in question lay prostrate on the tattered bed, eyes screwed tight and arms clasped around her stomach. 'Poor girl must be nervous,' Nanny mused, refastening the smile on her lips as she strode gaily towards the mattress.
"Ruby, it's time to get up!" On closer inspection, the child wasn't moving much at all, not even to draw breath. In fact, she WASN'T breathing, Nan realized with a start.
"Ruby!"
Making the final cautious steps towards the bed, the plump girl leaned over her young friend and extended a trembling hand to her ashen wrist, the smile long faded, her voice a strangled whisper.
"Ruby?"
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Nanny would remember almost nothing about the funeral in the days to come; she was too stricken with grief and remorse. She wouldn't remember Father Kloppman's kind words of comfort. She wouldn't remember the sight of the Brooklyn leader, broken and sobbing over the coffin of the young girl he'd loved above anyone else in this world. But then, that was a sight everyone present hoped to forget. And she certaintly wouldn't remember the curly haired young boy, his normally oatmeal complexion bleached as gray as ashes, tears leaving glistening trackmarks down his round cheeks, who had run from the church in panic, his feet pounding the cobblestones as he sped towards Queens.
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Well, folks, it's almost that time, and I want to make this ending REALLY spectacular, even if it is really sad. I think all you guys deserve that. So please, critisism is appreciated! REVIEWWWWWWWWWW!
P.S. Does anyone know Mush's official last name?
Rumor- No no, I'm not grossed out at all! I understand that the pole comes with the territory *nods wisely* and hey, if it inspires people, who am I to judge? What ever rocks their socks, ya know? Oh I wouldn't want to ignore you, tangents are FUN! Thanks so much, yes I get your meaning, I'm glad it's twisty. I mean. . .well you know. Twists are everybody's friend! Keep on reading, I value your opinions SO much! And I'll try to make it EXTRA twisty for ya!
Misprint- a cow? He he, did you actually call me a cow? Oh my sweet crackers, I didn't mean to burn bridges! Honestly! Anywhoo, it wasn't me, it was the evil Baron, back from the dead and out for revenge. See, he parachuted into my den, lured me away rom the computer with a little Racetrack on a fishing pole, and seized control! That's how it happened! Don't be mad! He thankyou very much *Starts to bow, then realizes it MIGHT not be a great idea to turn her back on Misprint just yet.* and yes, Frenchy is a bastard. He's an embastard!
Deejay- No nono nonono, never fear, Crunch is STILL here! Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving, this is just too fun! Right up until the end that is, and well, we'll have ta see. Yes, that time is approaching, and you never know, you might just go "Oh" yet!
Shortie- OOH, here yer part! Didja catch it? Well, don't worry, you'll be back. Oh, Blinks there? Well, I'm VERY happy for you, but to tell you the truth I'd wanted better for him then hell. . .WHAT AM I SAYING? There is no place better! Give him a big hiya from me! Hehe, well thankyou muchly! *Scatters rose pettals into the croud of her fellow minions and assorted demon like creatures* Yes, Frenchy IS stuck on himself, though to tell the truth I've always had a soft spot for the guy, he can't catch a break. HAH! I said SPOT! Yes, I know, the drug part was unrealistic, but I was feeling very lazy and starved for inspiration, I think my new found Blinks!muse was on the fritz. (Thanks much by the way, and I WILL review your new chappie, one of these days. . .) I promise! NONONO I wasn't serious, boy that one got me in a lot of trouble. Race made me do it. ;D
*Dreamer Conlon- Oh, YAY! I'm glad SOMEONE likes it! He he, thanks so much, so ok, I'll keep on going. Voila!
*Doll Face- Yes, Kloppman, these things never go as planned. Oh, the joke? *chuckles sheepishly* well, it seemed funny at the time, but then, don't they always? Btw, In regards to another review you left me, NO DON:T YOU DARE DISCONTINUE THAT STORY! I love it, and I've been waiting for more Doll Facey goodness, and I am not the only one who reads! I know this *wink nudge wink* so please keep a-going! Please/ fah me?
*Morning Dew- Oh no, I would never abandon youse! *pats reasuringly, which turns to the heimlich manuver when Morning Dew chokes on laughter* Any whoo, thanks so much for reviewing so faithfully! I luffle you muchly!
*Falco- WELL. . .yes, it is. I know, I'm going to hurt me too if they die. *whimpers in blind panic* Here ya go old friend, keep on readin'! You may find some, un, twists are acoming.
*Sparks Donnen- SORRY! *simultaneously smiles apologetically and hides from Fists O' Terror* Let's just say it wasn't ME, it was my evil Baron!muse, who locked me in the broom closet and seized control of my computer and my lunch bag. And look! Here's more!
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"We's all so glad you changed ya mind, Ruby. It'll be a helluva lot easier on all of us now. . . red or blue?"
"Mm?" Ruby glanced upwards, thoughts of her possibly impending doom interrupted once more by Nanny's incesant chatter. Unaware of the plot she was delaying, Nanny stood posed infront of a beer-splashed and speckled mirror, holding the two swanky dresses she'd been able to procure infront of her figure, and grimacing as her ample self spilled from around the narrow sides. "Oh, blue, I guess. Blue would be fine." Distracted, she settled back down on the groaning old cot once again, her fingers straying eagerly towards the smuggled vial hidden away in her jumper pocket.
"Dis'll be good fah youse, Ruby. Yoah wedding is da start of a whole new life. An' look at you, Miss hoity toity, you get ta spend da night in ya own room!" As an act of celebration, whether it was because Ruby was getting married, or because Ruby was leaving, nobody could say, the Lodging House Keeper had relinquished one of the beds in the vacant sick room for the girl's last night as a bachlorette. While the other girls steamed with jealousy, Ruby was just glad for the private suite. Sure, It would've been possible to chug down a vial of deadly poison with a room full of witnesses, but a bit melodramatic, in her opinion. And she had enough to worry about with out picturing the exasperated sighs upon her death bed.
"Yeah, it's great Nanny. Listen," she feigned a yawn as best she could, "I'm kinda tired, maybe we could talk some udder time?"
"Sure, kid, I'm goin." Nanny pursed her lips to avoid a patronizing smile. "You made da right choice, Ruby."
"Uh huh."
"You know, I always knew dat Racetrack was no good. . ."
"Ok, Nan."
"I mean, soah, he was a sweet talker, an he had a nice body. . ."
"Yes, Nan."
"An he had a NICE butt. . ."
"THANKS, Nan." The girl nodded, glad to be of comfort, and padded out of the room as softly as her substantial frame could manage, leaving Ruby to her worries once again.
Of course, it was likely everything would go down as planned. She'd drink the toxin, fake her death, sleep through her funeral, and Racetrack, tipped of by one of his close friends on an errand from Mr. Kloppman, would swoop down and wisk her away to Queens, where they could live happily ever after. 'But what if. . .' a small voice nagged at her, running incesantly through the back of her mind and staining her hopes. What if the poison ended up killing her? She didn't have to be enormously street-savvy to doubt the credability of a drug peddler named Shortie, in whose hands she was placing her life. What if this was all some elaborate plot by Father Kloppman to murder her for her sinful marriage to Race? What if the church exploded while she lay inside in her coffin?
But no, she was being silly. Things WOULD go as planned.
They had to.
"Well, Here's to ya Race. Be seein' you soon." With a hastily whispered toast, she fumbled for the smooth emerald vial, running her fingers over it's glassy surface before lifting it to her lips, and after a final deep breath, finishing it in one gulp.
Well, this wasn't so ba-
Suddenly, the pain struck her like a blast of fire, burning her throat and scorching it's way towards her stomach. God, it hurt- she couldn't breath- her lungs were ready to explode! Panicked, she curled into the tightest bawl she could manage, clawing desperately at her chest, heaving dangerously with each erratic heart beat, the pain now seizing her like a full on inferno . . .
And as suddenly as it had started, it was over, leaving the girl huddled on the worm eaten mattress, pale and still as death.
*.*.*.*
"Dum dum da dum, dum dum da dum!" Nanny chirped the wedding march as she skipped heavily down the halls of the Lodging House, swept away in the hustle of pre-marriage activity.
So a wedding of her own wasn't likely, so what? So it was fairly probable that she would never find a husband like Frenchy. There were worse things a girl could do then stay single. For now, she was content to live out her dreams through the eyes of the pretty young girl asleep in the sick bay.
"Hey, Ruby, rise and shine, goil! It's ya wedding day!" She beamed cheerfully, her mouth so wide it threatened to split her face in two, as she paused in the doorway of the still silent chamber. "Ruby, come on!" The girl in question lay prostrate on the tattered bed, eyes screwed tight and arms clasped around her stomach. 'Poor girl must be nervous,' Nanny mused, refastening the smile on her lips as she strode gaily towards the mattress.
"Ruby, it's time to get up!" On closer inspection, the child wasn't moving much at all, not even to draw breath. In fact, she WASN'T breathing, Nan realized with a start.
"Ruby!"
Making the final cautious steps towards the bed, the plump girl leaned over her young friend and extended a trembling hand to her ashen wrist, the smile long faded, her voice a strangled whisper.
"Ruby?"
*.*.*.*
Nanny would remember almost nothing about the funeral in the days to come; she was too stricken with grief and remorse. She wouldn't remember Father Kloppman's kind words of comfort. She wouldn't remember the sight of the Brooklyn leader, broken and sobbing over the coffin of the young girl he'd loved above anyone else in this world. But then, that was a sight everyone present hoped to forget. And she certaintly wouldn't remember the curly haired young boy, his normally oatmeal complexion bleached as gray as ashes, tears leaving glistening trackmarks down his round cheeks, who had run from the church in panic, his feet pounding the cobblestones as he sped towards Queens.
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Well, folks, it's almost that time, and I want to make this ending REALLY spectacular, even if it is really sad. I think all you guys deserve that. So please, critisism is appreciated! REVIEWWWWWWWWWW!
P.S. Does anyone know Mush's official last name?