Neep! Okay, Brian is trying to get drunk but little does he know that I've had Jamie change it all to Club soda! Mwahahahaha!
Jamie: He's not going to like it when he finds out you know.
Karla: I know. He'll be angry, but I want him to quit drinking. I want him to realize that it's a psychosomatic dependance coupled with the actual addictive properties of ethynol.
Jamie: *mutters* Oh, he'll be psycho alright...
Karla: Look, stop complaining. You know he'll blame author magic for it.
Jamie: You had better be right. Just remeber that I can manipulate you too.
Kurt: But you won't because it's petty and selfish right?
Jamie: ...
"What did you mean about-" I started to ask. Kurt silenced me quickly.
"Brittany, you can't say a word about that. It'll be explained in due time, but not yet." he said. I jumped a little and felt my heart speed up to incredible levels. I was honestly scared.
"O-okay." I stuttered. Kurt's look changed to that of compassion for me.
"Brittany, what's wrong? Why do you jump every time I correct you?" he asked. I looked at the ground, wringing my hands. "It's not as though I'm going to hit you. My god, you've never-"
"But-" I started and then stopped again, trying to think of how to say it.
"But what Brittany?" he asked, then realisation began to dawn on him. "You've been abused before haven't you?"
I nodded, not sure what to say. It hurt to say anything at all, and I almost cried right then and there.
"Brittany, if you remember anything after you go back to where ever you came from, remember this. No one has the right to hurt anyone like that. Not for any reason. Nothing justifies trying to control people through any means. Nothing." he said. I bit my lip.
"I know. But knowing that doesn't help any. I don't have the courage to act on it." I replied.
"I think you have the guts to do anything you want. You've just got to stop trying to please everyone else. There's always someone who will be unhappy with your decision. Just don't let that person be you."
"You sound really preachy right now." I said smiling.
"Well... I try to stay of the d-chair, but it happens sometimes that that's where I get." He said chuckling a little himself.
"D-chair?"
"Soap box." he translated. "It comes from slang for a director's chair."
I was quiet for a bit thinking. Those were, however preachy, good things to remeber.
"We've got some interesting places out here so I figure you ought to see a few of the landmarks before we go." he said.
"Go? Go where?" I asked.
"I'll explain later." he said. He helped me out of the transport and I stood looking at a tower that could possibly have reached the moon.
"Will this reach the moon?" I asked. I knew it was a stupid question, but what do you expect?
"Yes actually. It's a transport to the Industry HQ." he said. "It stands in front of the only place there's any green plants."
"Really? I didn't think there were any plants." I said.
"It's an oxygen plant basically. It makes all the air we breathe." he explained. We continued on to similar points of interest. I guess he had figured out that I was a science nut.
Neep! Who else wants to see the rebellion? My muses are helping me and they are working around the clock. *all are sitting around a large round table with a clock painted on it* See?
Jamie: He's not going to like it when he finds out you know.
Karla: I know. He'll be angry, but I want him to quit drinking. I want him to realize that it's a psychosomatic dependance coupled with the actual addictive properties of ethynol.
Jamie: *mutters* Oh, he'll be psycho alright...
Karla: Look, stop complaining. You know he'll blame author magic for it.
Jamie: You had better be right. Just remeber that I can manipulate you too.
Kurt: But you won't because it's petty and selfish right?
Jamie: ...
"What did you mean about-" I started to ask. Kurt silenced me quickly.
"Brittany, you can't say a word about that. It'll be explained in due time, but not yet." he said. I jumped a little and felt my heart speed up to incredible levels. I was honestly scared.
"O-okay." I stuttered. Kurt's look changed to that of compassion for me.
"Brittany, what's wrong? Why do you jump every time I correct you?" he asked. I looked at the ground, wringing my hands. "It's not as though I'm going to hit you. My god, you've never-"
"But-" I started and then stopped again, trying to think of how to say it.
"But what Brittany?" he asked, then realisation began to dawn on him. "You've been abused before haven't you?"
I nodded, not sure what to say. It hurt to say anything at all, and I almost cried right then and there.
"Brittany, if you remember anything after you go back to where ever you came from, remember this. No one has the right to hurt anyone like that. Not for any reason. Nothing justifies trying to control people through any means. Nothing." he said. I bit my lip.
"I know. But knowing that doesn't help any. I don't have the courage to act on it." I replied.
"I think you have the guts to do anything you want. You've just got to stop trying to please everyone else. There's always someone who will be unhappy with your decision. Just don't let that person be you."
"You sound really preachy right now." I said smiling.
"Well... I try to stay of the d-chair, but it happens sometimes that that's where I get." He said chuckling a little himself.
"D-chair?"
"Soap box." he translated. "It comes from slang for a director's chair."
I was quiet for a bit thinking. Those were, however preachy, good things to remeber.
"We've got some interesting places out here so I figure you ought to see a few of the landmarks before we go." he said.
"Go? Go where?" I asked.
"I'll explain later." he said. He helped me out of the transport and I stood looking at a tower that could possibly have reached the moon.
"Will this reach the moon?" I asked. I knew it was a stupid question, but what do you expect?
"Yes actually. It's a transport to the Industry HQ." he said. "It stands in front of the only place there's any green plants."
"Really? I didn't think there were any plants." I said.
"It's an oxygen plant basically. It makes all the air we breathe." he explained. We continued on to similar points of interest. I guess he had figured out that I was a science nut.
Neep! Who else wants to see the rebellion? My muses are helping me and they are working around the clock. *all are sitting around a large round table with a clock painted on it* See?