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I am really sorry it's taken me so long to update, I really am. I don't think I'll be able to update on school days, but I'll try to update at least twice on weekends. I feel really crummy about it. I'm trying to get back on my little schedule, so that I can update on school days too, but that could take a little while, until then I'll try my hardest. Fun Fact- I came up with the plot line for this while nursing a shaving nick on my leg.
"I'm going to die. I've finally hit the end of it. My luck's just ran out. No more George trying to scare me to death. No more annoyed father. No more wonderful fantasy visions about brutally killing people. No more Celia." Oh God. She'd just regressed into angsty early teenage stage. Damn. She felt like a pathetic rabid cow about to be killed and eaten, getting sick absolution from knowing she'd screwed over some people in the process. Damn, why Celia?
"You aren't going to jump on me again are you?" Jack asked her suspiciously. Celia wheeled around and faced him disgustedly.
"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself. I only jumped on you because I was going insane- err more insane. Had I been in my usual state of mind I wouldn't have came near you. Which is why, as you'll notice, that I'm as far away as possible from you. Besides, if I was going to attack you, there'd be nothing you could do to stop me." She said turning back around.
"Bloody hell. You are one insane girl, lass. Mind telling me why you're going to die? I'd like to know, so that when it does happen, I'll be ready with rum for celebration." He said smiling. Celia clenched her fists. Damn him.
"Fine, III-told-Hart-the-wrong-place-because-I-honestly-don't-know- what-the-diamond-thingy-I-keep-getting-asked-about-is, -and-I-don't-want-to- die-I-haven't-tried-really-good-dessert-yet, -so-I-can't die now." The whole time she'd been speaking so fast, that when she slowed down to speak the last three words; it had sounded like she went into slow motion replay. Not that she knew what slow motion replay is. I mean, they didn't even have TVs yet, so how could she? Anyway back on topic Celia was now banging her head against the iron bars that caged her.
"Dessert? You're reason for not wanting to die is you haven't tried good dessert?" He asked.
"Err- yeah, among other things, but you know good dessert is VERY hard to get. I mean have you ever had REALLY good dessert?" Celia asked turning around; again. Jack just stared at her and inched away from her. Damn it. So what if one of her primary goals was to eat good dessert? Why should it be any of his concern? That asshole wasn't exactly normal himself.
"DAMN IT! I don't know what's going on. I'm tired; I'm hungry, and I WANT CHOCOLATE! EVERYBODY CAN JUST BURN IN HELL!" Oops. She hadn't planned on saying that out loud, and even worse was that she was whining. WHINING! Celia HATED whiners. Jack stared at her funny.
"If you don't quit looking at me like that, I'll show you again why I don't like shaking hands!" Jack immediately looked away. Myep, you didn't want to invoke the wrath of Celia, especially when there's groin hitting involved. She just needed some time to think. Maybe after that she'd go back to being her normal terrified self, but for now she needed to do something and quick.
She hit the back of her head against the bars repeatedly, progressively getting harder and harder. She quit when she had to rub the back of her head to insure that there wasn't any blood. Damn it. What could she do?
She looked over at the other cell, which was crammed with Jack's crew. They were all staring at her.
"Hey if I threatened him about staring at me what makes you think you can get away with it?" She yelled at them. They just continued to stare at her. Well they could all rot for all she cared. She turned away from them, and looked at Jack, remembering all the stories she'd heard about him.
"What can we do to get out of here?" she asked him, but he didn't acknowledge her.
"Err- hello? I'm talking to you, the least you could do is look at me."
"Lass, you just threatened me for lookin' at you." He replied calmly.
"Uh- sorry, but I really don't want to die, and well being faced with impending doom has a weird effect on me. I guess it's just the thought of dieing painfully that gets me." She said with a mixture of remorse, and sarcasm. Of coarse, when you boil it all down, they're both pretty much one in the same.
"You said that you have no idea what the Diamond Dragon is right?" Jack asked her, as if they'd been having a heated conversation for hours.
"Yeah-" Celia started.
"That's interesting." He said leaning back and thinking.
"What's interesting? How is my lack of knowledge interesting?" She asked eager to figure out what the hell was going on. Celia took a step closer to Jack, tripped, and fell flat on her face. Ouch. Damn, second time. Celia rubbed her pain filled head. She really needed to be more careful with it. She was lucky to have escaped brain damage so far, but she'd better not try to push her luck.
Jack paid no attention to Celia, or her fall. Instead he walked over her, and looked through the bars.
"How could someone use you to hide something, without you knowing it?" He asked more to himself than Celia. She had a bad feeling, and DAMN IT! She still wanted chocolate.
Well that's all I got. Oh yeah, I picked a winner- but you'll have to wait till next chapter to figure it out. I'll tell you this though, as soon as I read the review, I knew I had a winner. I'll update tomorrow, or Monday, but I will get in another update before I get into the middle of the week. Cross my heart hope to die- well maybe not die, more like hope I get a hangnail. Myep tune in next time to find out the winner, and some other stuff. Err- bye bye.
I am really sorry it's taken me so long to update, I really am. I don't think I'll be able to update on school days, but I'll try to update at least twice on weekends. I feel really crummy about it. I'm trying to get back on my little schedule, so that I can update on school days too, but that could take a little while, until then I'll try my hardest. Fun Fact- I came up with the plot line for this while nursing a shaving nick on my leg.
"I'm going to die. I've finally hit the end of it. My luck's just ran out. No more George trying to scare me to death. No more annoyed father. No more wonderful fantasy visions about brutally killing people. No more Celia." Oh God. She'd just regressed into angsty early teenage stage. Damn. She felt like a pathetic rabid cow about to be killed and eaten, getting sick absolution from knowing she'd screwed over some people in the process. Damn, why Celia?
"You aren't going to jump on me again are you?" Jack asked her suspiciously. Celia wheeled around and faced him disgustedly.
"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself. I only jumped on you because I was going insane- err more insane. Had I been in my usual state of mind I wouldn't have came near you. Which is why, as you'll notice, that I'm as far away as possible from you. Besides, if I was going to attack you, there'd be nothing you could do to stop me." She said turning back around.
"Bloody hell. You are one insane girl, lass. Mind telling me why you're going to die? I'd like to know, so that when it does happen, I'll be ready with rum for celebration." He said smiling. Celia clenched her fists. Damn him.
"Fine, III-told-Hart-the-wrong-place-because-I-honestly-don't-know- what-the-diamond-thingy-I-keep-getting-asked-about-is, -and-I-don't-want-to- die-I-haven't-tried-really-good-dessert-yet, -so-I-can't die now." The whole time she'd been speaking so fast, that when she slowed down to speak the last three words; it had sounded like she went into slow motion replay. Not that she knew what slow motion replay is. I mean, they didn't even have TVs yet, so how could she? Anyway back on topic Celia was now banging her head against the iron bars that caged her.
"Dessert? You're reason for not wanting to die is you haven't tried good dessert?" He asked.
"Err- yeah, among other things, but you know good dessert is VERY hard to get. I mean have you ever had REALLY good dessert?" Celia asked turning around; again. Jack just stared at her and inched away from her. Damn it. So what if one of her primary goals was to eat good dessert? Why should it be any of his concern? That asshole wasn't exactly normal himself.
"DAMN IT! I don't know what's going on. I'm tired; I'm hungry, and I WANT CHOCOLATE! EVERYBODY CAN JUST BURN IN HELL!" Oops. She hadn't planned on saying that out loud, and even worse was that she was whining. WHINING! Celia HATED whiners. Jack stared at her funny.
"If you don't quit looking at me like that, I'll show you again why I don't like shaking hands!" Jack immediately looked away. Myep, you didn't want to invoke the wrath of Celia, especially when there's groin hitting involved. She just needed some time to think. Maybe after that she'd go back to being her normal terrified self, but for now she needed to do something and quick.
She hit the back of her head against the bars repeatedly, progressively getting harder and harder. She quit when she had to rub the back of her head to insure that there wasn't any blood. Damn it. What could she do?
She looked over at the other cell, which was crammed with Jack's crew. They were all staring at her.
"Hey if I threatened him about staring at me what makes you think you can get away with it?" She yelled at them. They just continued to stare at her. Well they could all rot for all she cared. She turned away from them, and looked at Jack, remembering all the stories she'd heard about him.
"What can we do to get out of here?" she asked him, but he didn't acknowledge her.
"Err- hello? I'm talking to you, the least you could do is look at me."
"Lass, you just threatened me for lookin' at you." He replied calmly.
"Uh- sorry, but I really don't want to die, and well being faced with impending doom has a weird effect on me. I guess it's just the thought of dieing painfully that gets me." She said with a mixture of remorse, and sarcasm. Of coarse, when you boil it all down, they're both pretty much one in the same.
"You said that you have no idea what the Diamond Dragon is right?" Jack asked her, as if they'd been having a heated conversation for hours.
"Yeah-" Celia started.
"That's interesting." He said leaning back and thinking.
"What's interesting? How is my lack of knowledge interesting?" She asked eager to figure out what the hell was going on. Celia took a step closer to Jack, tripped, and fell flat on her face. Ouch. Damn, second time. Celia rubbed her pain filled head. She really needed to be more careful with it. She was lucky to have escaped brain damage so far, but she'd better not try to push her luck.
Jack paid no attention to Celia, or her fall. Instead he walked over her, and looked through the bars.
"How could someone use you to hide something, without you knowing it?" He asked more to himself than Celia. She had a bad feeling, and DAMN IT! She still wanted chocolate.
Well that's all I got. Oh yeah, I picked a winner- but you'll have to wait till next chapter to figure it out. I'll tell you this though, as soon as I read the review, I knew I had a winner. I'll update tomorrow, or Monday, but I will get in another update before I get into the middle of the week. Cross my heart hope to die- well maybe not die, more like hope I get a hangnail. Myep tune in next time to find out the winner, and some other stuff. Err- bye bye.