White Queen: Yeah... he really said he wanted to visit.
KillTheKat: Heh. I think you have an admirer. You skewered his heart with your rapier wit, my dearest Hel.
White Queen: XD Entertaining as that is, what should I do?
KillTheKat: He apparently plans on bringing a friend... a Red Queen. Is he even into the Matrix?
White Queen: I don't know... that's anyone's guess. I haven't even known him long enough to ask him, what does that tell you? I know his name though... but, like mine... it's probably not real...
KillTheKat: *Mock surprise!* You mean to tell me your real name isn't Hel?
White Queen: Quiet you -.-
White Queen: Teekaaay, I'm serious... I need help, what do you think I should do?
KillTheKat: I say... That you not go... as curious as I know you Get, you don't need to die over some stupid mystery... you're all freaked out, like this is something serious or intriguing... Just give it a rest, he's a loser anyway... I mean, fuck... How many double negatives could that fool use?
White Queen: *Giggles.* He was in character, thankyouverymuch.
KillTheKat: Ooh... getting defensive, are we?
White Queen: -.- Again, Quiet. Ahh... fuck... I'm gonna go take a shower and get a bite to eat... much love.
KillTheKat: Heh. See ya.
White Queen signed off at 7:22:05 on June, 7 2003.
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Two days had passed, Hel had gotten up late, sleeping in until two PM, and finally coming out of her room a few minutes after her mom left for work. She was a waitress, working wicked hours for little pay...admirable, but stupid. Standing in front of slightly empty cabinents, thumb hooked on the band of her jeans, discouraged at the lack of instant pudding mix, She was and disgruntled in front of the marred, oak pantry. Brow furrowed, she wasn't happy, "Ooh... headacheheadacheheadache..." the last reminants of lack of sleep, Instead of taking a few asprin, she opted for a -long- hot shower. And so, she drug herself in the direction of the bathroom.
On her way through the hall, she heard the familiar ring of an IM, the stupid annoying high pitched tone that got on your nerves when trying to mow people down in DooM with a double barrelled shotgun. Stopping, she glanced over her shoulder, and down the hall, toward the beaten bedroom door that lead to her lair, the monitor glowing bright blue with the somehat unpleasent halo of AOHELL. "Hmph... dumb ass computer. Won't even sign off when I tell you to... TK's gonna think I'm an ass." She took off her shirt on her way to the room, folding it over her arm and tossing it into the hamper before leaning on the doorframe to read the message in the little white IM box. It'd been a long time since she was surprised by something so small...
The Red Queen: Hello, Alice.
"What...?" Not many people knew her by Alice... and the people that did, knew she preferred Hel... so then, who was this? It couldn't be Marx' Red Queen, could it? She scoffed, leaning forward over the chair to type.
White Queen: So you're Marx' Red Queen... What, you want to challange me to a useless trivia contest about the Matrix or something? I'm sorry to tell you, I've yet to be beaten.
The Red Queen: I'm sure I don't know who or what you're talking about. I think you've made a ...mistake, Alice.
White Queen: Oh... I'm sorry, I jumped to conclusions... you see, a friend of mine...err... nevermind, you neither know me nor care... umm... sorry, who are you?
The Red Queen: Most people would find a black bra like you're wearing sexy... but, for further reference, I prefer sheer white, classic, but interesting.
Her eyes went a little wide, and she cast a morbidly curious glance at her chest. Indeed, she was wearing a black bra. Shocked, her head snapped back to the screen, and her fingers flew over the keys.
White Queen: Hmph. What if I told you that my bra was blue? How stupid would you feel then.
She waited, hand tapping the enter button on her board slightly... riiiing, the IM popped almost as quickly as she hit "send"
The Red Queen: I would not feel stupid at all, because you would be lying. Do you always bite your lip when you're nervous?
She had not realized it, but she had been bitting at her lip in anxiosness... a little blood ran from broken skin, and she froze, hands hovering above the keyboard trying to rationalize the situation, thinking of all the possibilities... A trojan, it had to be... someone was manually controlling her computer from a different location with a Trojan Virus... the webcam. She shot a look into it, pure poison, before she turned on her mic and spoke very stonily and very clearly, "A trojan? COME ON. That is sooo circa 1998. Get off on this, fucking psycho." She blew the lens a kiss before yanking the plug out of the USB port. Annoyed at the intrusion of privacy, she tossed her light hair across her shoulder, and put her away message on, horridly evil and threatening, of course... it read...
"The Time has come," The Walrus said, "To talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings." He-eey. Hel is outro.
She didn't give it another look on the way out her door.
"Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something..." Loud. Noisy, tone deaf, Reclining under the shower, with headphones blaring, listening to a remake of a shitty eighties song by Marilyn Manson, Hel sounded nothing short of obnoxious. She loved when the parental unit was at work, she pretty much did as she damn well pleased. Having neither a lisence, nor a car, though, made it hard to go out and do anything, unless she wanted to make a five hundred yard treck to a stretch of main highway, and hitchike into town ten minutes away with some mass murderer who thought she had a rather attractive jugular vein... Not really her idea of a Saturday afternoon outing... Home was just as good, minus caffeine, she had everything she needed, after the right kind of theft got her her mother's stash of chocolate covered marshmellows. So now, the farthest thing from her mind was a amature and perverted socialite outcast hacker with too much time and too little brains on his hands. Song change, she began to sing this one too, "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road... time grabs you by the wrist directs you here to..." Her body became rigid. Footsteps, was that what she heard? Attention turned to the bathroom door, she sunk low beneath the shower, tense and cautious... waiting any second for the door to bust inward, and some fiend, or Agent, or burglar or rapist come in search of her with the dirtiest of intentions...
"God damn I'm getting jumpy..." She shook her head, turning the water completely off and stepping out, reaching for a towel to wrap around herself. And still, she was cautious, in opening the door and peeking out before opening it fully, looking through the space between the door and the frame for any hidden assailants. Nothing, no one... she stepped into the quiet hallway, padding back to her bedroom slowly, stopping to take a quick peek around the corner of every door. Nothing, nothing nothing... Her room was just as she left it before, like the rest of the house... there were no intruders. She was really letting things get to her... Though...
"Heeey Dinah!" She picked her ball up from off the bed and dropped it near the ball of fluff.
The small puppy wasn't the cat from the stories, the philisophical kitten whose kitten became the Red Queen... But, her obsession was strong the puppy went from "Switch" to "Dinah" within a month. The dog was curled under the edge of her bed, napping lightly before it's master so rudely interrupted, she just opened an eye, examined the dripping human, and rolled over.
"Psh... fine. I love you too..." wading through the sea of junk that was her life, the Matrix junkie attempted to get clothes, but the messages left by whomever to her away message startled her... 67 messages while she was away...
"What the fuck...?"
She hit the button, one window popped open, and scrolled for what seemed like minutes, all saying the same thing...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
Hel, numb, reached what appeared to be calmly for some sort of clothes, dressing very slowly, avoiding noise or movement, choosing somehting light and easy to move in... being rational... she reached for her sneakers.
RING!!
The telephone jarred her, and she stifled a scream, jumping just like a kid at a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. SHe looked at the phone horridly, as if expecting a tongue to come out of the transmitter, just like the movie... but... this wasn't a movie... it was just a phone. She picked it up, pushing the talk button and putting it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Heeeey Dinah! Psh... fine, I love you too..."
Her own voice. She dropped the phone
The phone became a ball, dropping near a ball of fluff that was a sleeping Dinah... bouncing once... twice... and rolling to a stop. The dog looked at her with one eye and just rolled over. She froze... chilling, her body shook involuntaryily, goosebumps... she could swear... it was almost like Dejavu...
KillTheKat: Heh. I think you have an admirer. You skewered his heart with your rapier wit, my dearest Hel.
White Queen: XD Entertaining as that is, what should I do?
KillTheKat: He apparently plans on bringing a friend... a Red Queen. Is he even into the Matrix?
White Queen: I don't know... that's anyone's guess. I haven't even known him long enough to ask him, what does that tell you? I know his name though... but, like mine... it's probably not real...
KillTheKat: *Mock surprise!* You mean to tell me your real name isn't Hel?
White Queen: Quiet you -.-
White Queen: Teekaaay, I'm serious... I need help, what do you think I should do?
KillTheKat: I say... That you not go... as curious as I know you Get, you don't need to die over some stupid mystery... you're all freaked out, like this is something serious or intriguing... Just give it a rest, he's a loser anyway... I mean, fuck... How many double negatives could that fool use?
White Queen: *Giggles.* He was in character, thankyouverymuch.
KillTheKat: Ooh... getting defensive, are we?
White Queen: -.- Again, Quiet. Ahh... fuck... I'm gonna go take a shower and get a bite to eat... much love.
KillTheKat: Heh. See ya.
White Queen signed off at 7:22:05 on June, 7 2003.
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Two days had passed, Hel had gotten up late, sleeping in until two PM, and finally coming out of her room a few minutes after her mom left for work. She was a waitress, working wicked hours for little pay...admirable, but stupid. Standing in front of slightly empty cabinents, thumb hooked on the band of her jeans, discouraged at the lack of instant pudding mix, She was and disgruntled in front of the marred, oak pantry. Brow furrowed, she wasn't happy, "Ooh... headacheheadacheheadache..." the last reminants of lack of sleep, Instead of taking a few asprin, she opted for a -long- hot shower. And so, she drug herself in the direction of the bathroom.
On her way through the hall, she heard the familiar ring of an IM, the stupid annoying high pitched tone that got on your nerves when trying to mow people down in DooM with a double barrelled shotgun. Stopping, she glanced over her shoulder, and down the hall, toward the beaten bedroom door that lead to her lair, the monitor glowing bright blue with the somehat unpleasent halo of AOHELL. "Hmph... dumb ass computer. Won't even sign off when I tell you to... TK's gonna think I'm an ass." She took off her shirt on her way to the room, folding it over her arm and tossing it into the hamper before leaning on the doorframe to read the message in the little white IM box. It'd been a long time since she was surprised by something so small...
The Red Queen: Hello, Alice.
"What...?" Not many people knew her by Alice... and the people that did, knew she preferred Hel... so then, who was this? It couldn't be Marx' Red Queen, could it? She scoffed, leaning forward over the chair to type.
White Queen: So you're Marx' Red Queen... What, you want to challange me to a useless trivia contest about the Matrix or something? I'm sorry to tell you, I've yet to be beaten.
The Red Queen: I'm sure I don't know who or what you're talking about. I think you've made a ...mistake, Alice.
White Queen: Oh... I'm sorry, I jumped to conclusions... you see, a friend of mine...err... nevermind, you neither know me nor care... umm... sorry, who are you?
The Red Queen: Most people would find a black bra like you're wearing sexy... but, for further reference, I prefer sheer white, classic, but interesting.
Her eyes went a little wide, and she cast a morbidly curious glance at her chest. Indeed, she was wearing a black bra. Shocked, her head snapped back to the screen, and her fingers flew over the keys.
White Queen: Hmph. What if I told you that my bra was blue? How stupid would you feel then.
She waited, hand tapping the enter button on her board slightly... riiiing, the IM popped almost as quickly as she hit "send"
The Red Queen: I would not feel stupid at all, because you would be lying. Do you always bite your lip when you're nervous?
She had not realized it, but she had been bitting at her lip in anxiosness... a little blood ran from broken skin, and she froze, hands hovering above the keyboard trying to rationalize the situation, thinking of all the possibilities... A trojan, it had to be... someone was manually controlling her computer from a different location with a Trojan Virus... the webcam. She shot a look into it, pure poison, before she turned on her mic and spoke very stonily and very clearly, "A trojan? COME ON. That is sooo circa 1998. Get off on this, fucking psycho." She blew the lens a kiss before yanking the plug out of the USB port. Annoyed at the intrusion of privacy, she tossed her light hair across her shoulder, and put her away message on, horridly evil and threatening, of course... it read...
"The Time has come," The Walrus said, "To talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings." He-eey. Hel is outro.
She didn't give it another look on the way out her door.
"Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something..." Loud. Noisy, tone deaf, Reclining under the shower, with headphones blaring, listening to a remake of a shitty eighties song by Marilyn Manson, Hel sounded nothing short of obnoxious. She loved when the parental unit was at work, she pretty much did as she damn well pleased. Having neither a lisence, nor a car, though, made it hard to go out and do anything, unless she wanted to make a five hundred yard treck to a stretch of main highway, and hitchike into town ten minutes away with some mass murderer who thought she had a rather attractive jugular vein... Not really her idea of a Saturday afternoon outing... Home was just as good, minus caffeine, she had everything she needed, after the right kind of theft got her her mother's stash of chocolate covered marshmellows. So now, the farthest thing from her mind was a amature and perverted socialite outcast hacker with too much time and too little brains on his hands. Song change, she began to sing this one too, "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road... time grabs you by the wrist directs you here to..." Her body became rigid. Footsteps, was that what she heard? Attention turned to the bathroom door, she sunk low beneath the shower, tense and cautious... waiting any second for the door to bust inward, and some fiend, or Agent, or burglar or rapist come in search of her with the dirtiest of intentions...
"God damn I'm getting jumpy..." She shook her head, turning the water completely off and stepping out, reaching for a towel to wrap around herself. And still, she was cautious, in opening the door and peeking out before opening it fully, looking through the space between the door and the frame for any hidden assailants. Nothing, no one... she stepped into the quiet hallway, padding back to her bedroom slowly, stopping to take a quick peek around the corner of every door. Nothing, nothing nothing... Her room was just as she left it before, like the rest of the house... there were no intruders. She was really letting things get to her... Though...
"Heeey Dinah!" She picked her ball up from off the bed and dropped it near the ball of fluff.
The small puppy wasn't the cat from the stories, the philisophical kitten whose kitten became the Red Queen... But, her obsession was strong the puppy went from "Switch" to "Dinah" within a month. The dog was curled under the edge of her bed, napping lightly before it's master so rudely interrupted, she just opened an eye, examined the dripping human, and rolled over.
"Psh... fine. I love you too..." wading through the sea of junk that was her life, the Matrix junkie attempted to get clothes, but the messages left by whomever to her away message startled her... 67 messages while she was away...
"What the fuck...?"
She hit the button, one window popped open, and scrolled for what seemed like minutes, all saying the same thing...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
The Red Queen: Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
Hel, numb, reached what appeared to be calmly for some sort of clothes, dressing very slowly, avoiding noise or movement, choosing somehting light and easy to move in... being rational... she reached for her sneakers.
RING!!
The telephone jarred her, and she stifled a scream, jumping just like a kid at a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. SHe looked at the phone horridly, as if expecting a tongue to come out of the transmitter, just like the movie... but... this wasn't a movie... it was just a phone. She picked it up, pushing the talk button and putting it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Heeeey Dinah! Psh... fine, I love you too..."
Her own voice. She dropped the phone
The phone became a ball, dropping near a ball of fluff that was a sleeping Dinah... bouncing once... twice... and rolling to a stop. The dog looked at her with one eye and just rolled over. She froze... chilling, her body shook involuntaryily, goosebumps... she could swear... it was almost like Dejavu...
