Yeah, I'm updating.
To my reviers thank you from the sincerest part of my heart.
also
smallf9- Dil wasn't born yet, but Tommy reminds him of his Dad, only younger, cooler, and with his mom's eyes.
For now on the characters have eye color
Tommy- Blue
Dil-Blue
Didi-Blue
Stu-Brown
Lou-Brown
Chuckie-Brown
Lil-Emerald Green
Phil-Yellowish Green
Kimi-Blue
Angelica-Blue
Suzie-Near Black Brown
Everyone else- You decide.
Also I have decided on the ages, Tommy is a young 15, the twins mid-15, Chuckie is 16 barely, Angelica/Timmy the nieghbor kid Angelic had a crush on/Susie is 17, Kimi is older than Tommy but younger than the twins 15, and Dil is 13.
names of crooks- Bob and Mike
Tommy's new name- Timmy Drake and NO it is not Robin so don't worry. I just like the name.
In monologue I will speak of Tommy as Tommy but speech will call him Timmy or Tim.
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DIL replied," You're familier looking, I just don't know where." (Remember, Tommy takes after his dad.)
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Tommy snorted and replied," I don't know you from nowhere." He examined the little freak. He wore designer clothes that were mismatched. His hair was bright orange, curly, and fell into his line of sight. He had electric blue eyes that had a spark Tommy knew oh so well. They were just like his eyes. One second lighting up and bright, looking like electricity, the next they were frozen icicles, showing no emotion and able to out glare the best of them. No matter how frigid the crystilline eyes were, their were always that spark of electricity that shocked you. Rebelious, caged, wanting to cut the world down to size. They were his eyes. Tommy smiled at the young Pickle and asked," What yours name kid."
The kid answered," I'm Dillan, and you?" Tommy smiled and introduced himself. Then he went back to ignoring Dil. After a while of looking out the window in the beautiful sceanery, the great punkish one diverted his gaze. He looked around the bus a bit before he noticed somthing. He looked at the kid sitting next to him and asked," Yo Dil, who are those losers staring at us."
Dil rolled his eyes and responded," Don't mind them. They are about of my Mom's and Dad's friends's kids. My bodygaurds." Tommy looked at him and inqusitively so Dil decided to elaberate. "Before I was born my parents had another kid. His name was Tommy and well, he was kidnapped. The cops think him dead. My parents are horrible. They pampered me and never left me alone my whole life, for fear of it happening to me. Those guys are my parent's, best friend's, kids and were told to keep an eye out for me. They make sure all my friends are perfect or else.... *POOF* bye bye friends. So of course I don't have a lot of friends. It sucks..... they suck."
"Rough dude," Tommy said. He personally felt as those kids were a bunch of ass's, the way they were discribed. 'Hah! They look like a bunch of queer ducks. Heh, I lOVE that saying. Anyway back to the misshaped, miscreated monstrousities. Let's see, a gross kid with a football player build, an obvious wannabe groupie that's kinda pretty,they seem like twins. A messy, bispecled nerd with the gayest fashion sense ever, and a HELL-O. A pretty one. YAY! I like pretty girls. As long as she's not all cheerleaderish,' Tommy thought to himself while humming the theme song to rugrats. He turned to Dil and asked," Dil buddy, whose the hot japenese oriented one."
Dil looked to where Tommy was pointing and said with a smile," That Kimi, she's really nice. She isn't as jerky as the others, though I think it's because she has only been here for four years. Her Mom married Chuckie's dad after being in a long distance relationship for a long while."
The bus was about half way to the school at this point and Tommy felt the undeniable urge, lustful longing, impulsive craving to cause the disorder and discord, a disturbense if you will. He decided to be the bane of every anal-retentative teen and every command driven, power leeching, authority figure only wish is to cause boredom and distaste to those around them. The people who wish to suck the soul out of us and leave us without creativity, freedom, love, hate, and free will until we are nothing but mindless zombies doing nothing but others bidding. Doen with the oppression, chaos and destruction will rule all and the annialation of those who torment the spirit, the individual essence, of the youthe will be swift.
Dil looked warily at Tommy as he suddenly broke out in maniacal laughter, the sound reaching the farthest ends of the universe and shocking solemn shivers down society's spine. The young Pickle carefully tapped Tommy on the shoulder, ceasing the deranged cackle. As Tommy looked at him Dil asked," Tim, are you insane?" Tommy looked at the young grasshopper affectionitally.
Tommy suddenly answered to Dil in a quiet whisper," Dillin, I am not crazy. THEY may have told me I was crazy but what do cherios know. Why are you calling me crazy."
Dil, plucking his courage, bravely said," Indeed I did decide you were insane."
Tommy glared at Dil and retorted," You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me. I am not insane, I am just preposterously paranoid lunatic with a dash of psychotic schizophrenia..... I mean I am just imaginative. Yeah, that's it..." He then started to stare at the invisible people sitting on Mars.
Dil captured his atention by doubtfully asking," What does your imagination have to do with it." He started to sweat, barely shaking of the feeling that somthing was wrong and somebody was thinking of ways to mutilate his young body into many bloodied pieces to show in a musuem in China.
Tommy sighed and explained," BECAUSE I, unlike you, have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia. Oh and by the way Dil, it is as BAD as you think, and they ARE out to get you." Dil gulped. Tommy lauged and continued," Don't worry Dil, I was just joking. Remember this, if one day your in jail, friends are those who bail you out. BEST friends are those that are sitting next to you saying,'Damn! That was fun!' and that will be me."
Dil smiled at him and they lurched to a stop. The bus ride was over. Tommy pouted as he realised he didn't get to start a bus fire as he planned.
To my reviers thank you from the sincerest part of my heart.
also
smallf9- Dil wasn't born yet, but Tommy reminds him of his Dad, only younger, cooler, and with his mom's eyes.
For now on the characters have eye color
Tommy- Blue
Dil-Blue
Didi-Blue
Stu-Brown
Lou-Brown
Chuckie-Brown
Lil-Emerald Green
Phil-Yellowish Green
Kimi-Blue
Angelica-Blue
Suzie-Near Black Brown
Everyone else- You decide.
Also I have decided on the ages, Tommy is a young 15, the twins mid-15, Chuckie is 16 barely, Angelica/Timmy the nieghbor kid Angelic had a crush on/Susie is 17, Kimi is older than Tommy but younger than the twins 15, and Dil is 13.
names of crooks- Bob and Mike
Tommy's new name- Timmy Drake and NO it is not Robin so don't worry. I just like the name.
In monologue I will speak of Tommy as Tommy but speech will call him Timmy or Tim.
*********************************************************************************
DIL replied," You're familier looking, I just don't know where." (Remember, Tommy takes after his dad.)
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Tommy snorted and replied," I don't know you from nowhere." He examined the little freak. He wore designer clothes that were mismatched. His hair was bright orange, curly, and fell into his line of sight. He had electric blue eyes that had a spark Tommy knew oh so well. They were just like his eyes. One second lighting up and bright, looking like electricity, the next they were frozen icicles, showing no emotion and able to out glare the best of them. No matter how frigid the crystilline eyes were, their were always that spark of electricity that shocked you. Rebelious, caged, wanting to cut the world down to size. They were his eyes. Tommy smiled at the young Pickle and asked," What yours name kid."
The kid answered," I'm Dillan, and you?" Tommy smiled and introduced himself. Then he went back to ignoring Dil. After a while of looking out the window in the beautiful sceanery, the great punkish one diverted his gaze. He looked around the bus a bit before he noticed somthing. He looked at the kid sitting next to him and asked," Yo Dil, who are those losers staring at us."
Dil rolled his eyes and responded," Don't mind them. They are about of my Mom's and Dad's friends's kids. My bodygaurds." Tommy looked at him and inqusitively so Dil decided to elaberate. "Before I was born my parents had another kid. His name was Tommy and well, he was kidnapped. The cops think him dead. My parents are horrible. They pampered me and never left me alone my whole life, for fear of it happening to me. Those guys are my parent's, best friend's, kids and were told to keep an eye out for me. They make sure all my friends are perfect or else.... *POOF* bye bye friends. So of course I don't have a lot of friends. It sucks..... they suck."
"Rough dude," Tommy said. He personally felt as those kids were a bunch of ass's, the way they were discribed. 'Hah! They look like a bunch of queer ducks. Heh, I lOVE that saying. Anyway back to the misshaped, miscreated monstrousities. Let's see, a gross kid with a football player build, an obvious wannabe groupie that's kinda pretty,they seem like twins. A messy, bispecled nerd with the gayest fashion sense ever, and a HELL-O. A pretty one. YAY! I like pretty girls. As long as she's not all cheerleaderish,' Tommy thought to himself while humming the theme song to rugrats. He turned to Dil and asked," Dil buddy, whose the hot japenese oriented one."
Dil looked to where Tommy was pointing and said with a smile," That Kimi, she's really nice. She isn't as jerky as the others, though I think it's because she has only been here for four years. Her Mom married Chuckie's dad after being in a long distance relationship for a long while."
The bus was about half way to the school at this point and Tommy felt the undeniable urge, lustful longing, impulsive craving to cause the disorder and discord, a disturbense if you will. He decided to be the bane of every anal-retentative teen and every command driven, power leeching, authority figure only wish is to cause boredom and distaste to those around them. The people who wish to suck the soul out of us and leave us without creativity, freedom, love, hate, and free will until we are nothing but mindless zombies doing nothing but others bidding. Doen with the oppression, chaos and destruction will rule all and the annialation of those who torment the spirit, the individual essence, of the youthe will be swift.
Dil looked warily at Tommy as he suddenly broke out in maniacal laughter, the sound reaching the farthest ends of the universe and shocking solemn shivers down society's spine. The young Pickle carefully tapped Tommy on the shoulder, ceasing the deranged cackle. As Tommy looked at him Dil asked," Tim, are you insane?" Tommy looked at the young grasshopper affectionitally.
Tommy suddenly answered to Dil in a quiet whisper," Dillin, I am not crazy. THEY may have told me I was crazy but what do cherios know. Why are you calling me crazy."
Dil, plucking his courage, bravely said," Indeed I did decide you were insane."
Tommy glared at Dil and retorted," You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me. I am not insane, I am just preposterously paranoid lunatic with a dash of psychotic schizophrenia..... I mean I am just imaginative. Yeah, that's it..." He then started to stare at the invisible people sitting on Mars.
Dil captured his atention by doubtfully asking," What does your imagination have to do with it." He started to sweat, barely shaking of the feeling that somthing was wrong and somebody was thinking of ways to mutilate his young body into many bloodied pieces to show in a musuem in China.
Tommy sighed and explained," BECAUSE I, unlike you, have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia. Oh and by the way Dil, it is as BAD as you think, and they ARE out to get you." Dil gulped. Tommy lauged and continued," Don't worry Dil, I was just joking. Remember this, if one day your in jail, friends are those who bail you out. BEST friends are those that are sitting next to you saying,'Damn! That was fun!' and that will be me."
Dil smiled at him and they lurched to a stop. The bus ride was over. Tommy pouted as he realised he didn't get to start a bus fire as he planned.