Celia's Song
Here are more fun facts for ya. The nightmare Celia woke up from in the second chapter was based off of one I had. Also a friend of mine once went to shake a guy's hand, but got nervous, and missed hitting his balls hard. It's humorous now, but let me assure you no one was laughing then (trust me I was there).
Celia looked around the miserable little room Ana Maria had just dropped her off in. It was absolutely tiny. The makeshift bed took up half of the room. Oh well, she was happy to be alive. She wasn't quite so happy about the horrible headache, or that she had no clue what was going on, or the thought of her probable impending doom, or the nagging suspicion in the back of her head that she was going to get hers for missing Jack's hand. One step at a time though, right now she would devote her worries to the headache, then maybe impending doom. She sat down on the bed.
Oh God, her poor head was probably damaged. She probably became stupiderness. Oh shit was stupiderness even a word? No it wasn't, and she had that thought floating around her brain! Oh damn. She most likely had lost some intelligence. Or more likely than not, her fear was exaggerating the situation, and stupiderness came out from the amplification, but Celia didn't know that. Yep this was MUCH better than worrying about the ever- present threat of death.
Oh who the hell was she kidding? She'd rather think about dieing than losing intelligence. She didn't like feeling ignorant. Ok so maybe she had a slight ego problem when it came to her brains, not that she'd rub it in strangers face mind you. It was just one of those things that someone would say she was wrong, and then she goes out of her way to prove she's right. Not something she'd do in a situation like the one she was in now, but still she didn't like being told she was wrong.
Damn, now she was getting upset. She was starting to think of all the times she'd proved George wrong, if she'd had really knocked some brains out of her, she may never get to experience a little triumph like that again. Celia didn't have much, people could always get the upper hand over her by saying something as simple as they'd just seen a rat, but the only thing Celia had was her brain. Oddly enough that was often her worst enemy. Her vivid imagination would come up with horrific things that she had to be afraid of. Oh damn, her head was pounding worse; she needed to get her mind off that topic. She'd sing a song. Yep, that would work, if only she could remember any songs. Oh well she'd make one up, and she did. It ended up as this:
"Oh I'm so lonely down here,
If I had a love, he'd be in this son,
But I don't, so this song has nothing to do with love.
I really want a banana!
I think I just saw a rat,
I hope I didn't because rats scare me,
And I'm already pretty scared.
I really really want a banana!
I have a horrible headache,
Oh I just spotted some rope that came through a crack in the wall,
I wonder what it goes too.
I don't think you understand the extent of how badly I want a banana!"
Ok, so it wasn't the nicest song, and since she made up the tune as she went, it sounded funny. In fact the only good thing about it was her voice. Yes Celia had a pretty voice; it came with the ability to shriek like she could. Celia decided to call her song 'I want a banana.' It kind of stirred up an unusual sense of comfort in her. So she sang it again, and again, and again. After the sixth time though, the comfort feeling was gone, and all she was left with was a pathetic excuse for a song.
Celia's mind turned to when she tried to shake Jack's hand. A hot blush crept onto her cheeks. She felt like a huge dumb ass. Oh god, she was shocked he hadn't just shot her right there. Oh well, she would have had trouble shaking his hand anyway. Her right hand couldn't grip anything. A long scar ran sideways across the palm of her hand. She never knew where it came from; it had just always been there. To this day it instilled fear in her. Oh god in a circle, now she was back to being afraid again. Just god damned wonderful how it works.
Celia rubbed her temples. She was getting really agitated. The door to her room swung open, and Jack stepped in. She 'meeped' at the sight of his entry. He stared at her hands as if to make sure she wasn't going to jump up and start punching his groin like an insane perverted freak.
"I-I-I'm-I' r-r-r-real-really s-s-sorry a-about-" She stopped when his stare at her hands became a twitching glare at her in general.
"Most women I come in contact with slap me across the face for a greeting, and up until you came along, love, I always thought I'd prefer a handshake. Amazing how after years of one mind set, you managed to change it in a matter of seconds." He said. Celia wasn't sure, but she thought she picked up a hint of amusement behind the resentment.
"I-I-It w-was an a-a-ac-accident." She choked out. He was still glaring at her. He obviously didn't find the accident nearly as amusing as Ana Maria had. 'Oh shit' was all that was running through Celia's mind. She was sure that if she hadn't hit his package he would have been laughing, but she had so he wasn't amused. Celia didn't figure she would have been either.
There was along moment of deafening silence. Celia's hands were shaking horribly. Oh damn, her nose started itching. She was trying to stay focused, but the silence was maddening. Oh shit, her nose was still itchy. It was driving her nuts. She had to resist the temptation though. AARRGGH! She had to scratch it! NO! Not only was it improper to scratch in front of people, but also her hands were so shaky that she might do damage. Oh God it itched so badly.
She was beginning to pray that he said something; it was way too quite. Damn it why wouldn't her nose stop itching. God it was killing her the combination of the silence and her itchy nose. A couple of more seconds past. That was it NO MORE! She raised her hand to scratch her nose, but her shaky hand had other plans. As she lifted it to her face it did a violent shake and whammed into her nose, causing her to yelp. And amazingly she'd managed to hit to birds with one stone.
Well people that's all I got for the moment, but more will come soon if you people would be as so kind as to review.
Here are more fun facts for ya. The nightmare Celia woke up from in the second chapter was based off of one I had. Also a friend of mine once went to shake a guy's hand, but got nervous, and missed hitting his balls hard. It's humorous now, but let me assure you no one was laughing then (trust me I was there).
Celia looked around the miserable little room Ana Maria had just dropped her off in. It was absolutely tiny. The makeshift bed took up half of the room. Oh well, she was happy to be alive. She wasn't quite so happy about the horrible headache, or that she had no clue what was going on, or the thought of her probable impending doom, or the nagging suspicion in the back of her head that she was going to get hers for missing Jack's hand. One step at a time though, right now she would devote her worries to the headache, then maybe impending doom. She sat down on the bed.
Oh God, her poor head was probably damaged. She probably became stupiderness. Oh shit was stupiderness even a word? No it wasn't, and she had that thought floating around her brain! Oh damn. She most likely had lost some intelligence. Or more likely than not, her fear was exaggerating the situation, and stupiderness came out from the amplification, but Celia didn't know that. Yep this was MUCH better than worrying about the ever- present threat of death.
Oh who the hell was she kidding? She'd rather think about dieing than losing intelligence. She didn't like feeling ignorant. Ok so maybe she had a slight ego problem when it came to her brains, not that she'd rub it in strangers face mind you. It was just one of those things that someone would say she was wrong, and then she goes out of her way to prove she's right. Not something she'd do in a situation like the one she was in now, but still she didn't like being told she was wrong.
Damn, now she was getting upset. She was starting to think of all the times she'd proved George wrong, if she'd had really knocked some brains out of her, she may never get to experience a little triumph like that again. Celia didn't have much, people could always get the upper hand over her by saying something as simple as they'd just seen a rat, but the only thing Celia had was her brain. Oddly enough that was often her worst enemy. Her vivid imagination would come up with horrific things that she had to be afraid of. Oh damn, her head was pounding worse; she needed to get her mind off that topic. She'd sing a song. Yep, that would work, if only she could remember any songs. Oh well she'd make one up, and she did. It ended up as this:
"Oh I'm so lonely down here,
If I had a love, he'd be in this son,
But I don't, so this song has nothing to do with love.
I really want a banana!
I think I just saw a rat,
I hope I didn't because rats scare me,
And I'm already pretty scared.
I really really want a banana!
I have a horrible headache,
Oh I just spotted some rope that came through a crack in the wall,
I wonder what it goes too.
I don't think you understand the extent of how badly I want a banana!"
Ok, so it wasn't the nicest song, and since she made up the tune as she went, it sounded funny. In fact the only good thing about it was her voice. Yes Celia had a pretty voice; it came with the ability to shriek like she could. Celia decided to call her song 'I want a banana.' It kind of stirred up an unusual sense of comfort in her. So she sang it again, and again, and again. After the sixth time though, the comfort feeling was gone, and all she was left with was a pathetic excuse for a song.
Celia's mind turned to when she tried to shake Jack's hand. A hot blush crept onto her cheeks. She felt like a huge dumb ass. Oh god, she was shocked he hadn't just shot her right there. Oh well, she would have had trouble shaking his hand anyway. Her right hand couldn't grip anything. A long scar ran sideways across the palm of her hand. She never knew where it came from; it had just always been there. To this day it instilled fear in her. Oh god in a circle, now she was back to being afraid again. Just god damned wonderful how it works.
Celia rubbed her temples. She was getting really agitated. The door to her room swung open, and Jack stepped in. She 'meeped' at the sight of his entry. He stared at her hands as if to make sure she wasn't going to jump up and start punching his groin like an insane perverted freak.
"I-I-I'm-I' r-r-r-real-really s-s-sorry a-about-" She stopped when his stare at her hands became a twitching glare at her in general.
"Most women I come in contact with slap me across the face for a greeting, and up until you came along, love, I always thought I'd prefer a handshake. Amazing how after years of one mind set, you managed to change it in a matter of seconds." He said. Celia wasn't sure, but she thought she picked up a hint of amusement behind the resentment.
"I-I-It w-was an a-a-ac-accident." She choked out. He was still glaring at her. He obviously didn't find the accident nearly as amusing as Ana Maria had. 'Oh shit' was all that was running through Celia's mind. She was sure that if she hadn't hit his package he would have been laughing, but she had so he wasn't amused. Celia didn't figure she would have been either.
There was along moment of deafening silence. Celia's hands were shaking horribly. Oh damn, her nose started itching. She was trying to stay focused, but the silence was maddening. Oh shit, her nose was still itchy. It was driving her nuts. She had to resist the temptation though. AARRGGH! She had to scratch it! NO! Not only was it improper to scratch in front of people, but also her hands were so shaky that she might do damage. Oh God it itched so badly.
She was beginning to pray that he said something; it was way too quite. Damn it why wouldn't her nose stop itching. God it was killing her the combination of the silence and her itchy nose. A couple of more seconds past. That was it NO MORE! She raised her hand to scratch her nose, but her shaky hand had other plans. As she lifted it to her face it did a violent shake and whammed into her nose, causing her to yelp. And amazingly she'd managed to hit to birds with one stone.
Well people that's all I got for the moment, but more will come soon if you people would be as so kind as to review.