Boredom
Q. What did Geronimo say when he jumped out of the airplane?
A. ME!!!- Ahahahahaha wasn't that funny? Wait a minute, that was just plain
sad. That wasn't funny at all. What the hell is wrong with me? Anyway fun
fact- the flashback in last chapter was from an earlier version of this
story. Now on wit the fun.
Celia was currently drumming her fingers against the bars singing 'I Want a
Banana' this had been going on for a good couple of hours nonstop. This was
the kind of thing that could be used for torture. Celia guessed that by the
way Jack kept banging his head into the wall, and the rest of the crew were
moaning and groaning. But did that stop Celia? Nope, no way, uh-huh. She
was singing just as strongly as she had when she started about three or
four hours ago.
"THAT HAS NO TUNE! It's just a bunch of strung together words with differing pitches! It's driving me insane! STOP! I BEG YOU! STOP" One of the pirates in the other cell screamed at her. She yelped at the sudden out burst, and fell quiet. She didn't quit drumming her fingers. Without her singing the sound of her fingers hitting the bars seemed magically magnified, and the sound echoed throughout the room. More groans sounded.
"Bloody hell! Stop already, lass. I don't know how much more any of us can take. Four hours is too much." Jack said walking over to her, and yanking her hand away from the bars. Asshole. Celia narrowed her eyes at him, and stuck out her tongue. He let go of her hand, and glared at her with a look that said quite plainly 'Go on, try it, see what happens.' Maybe she would- when mutant gerbils inhabited her bellybutton. She wasn't going to risk pissing off anyone right now, just lay low. She groaned, and slumped down to the floor.
"As long as we've got nothing better to do, why don't you tell me what in God's name is going on?" Celia asked using all the will power she had not to drum her fingers.
"No," he said bluntly, and continued, "lass, first of all I'm slightly confused myself, second the less you know the better. You're an idiot, and there's nothing worse than an idiot with a little knowledge." Celia fumed. OH THAT ASSHOLE!
"I'M NOT AN IDIOT! At least I'm not an egotistical pompous ugly FROG!" She yelled at him. Jack just looked at her and laughed. Oh damn him, and all that he stands for. Damn that playful attitude of his, damn it strait to hell.
"UURRG- you're just so- UURRH" She practically screamed at him. He just smiled. Err oh how that pissed her off beyond all reason. She wanted to kick his sorry ass all the way to China. She sighed and rested her head against the bars, and started whistling 'I Want a Banana.'
"Don't you even think about it." The same voice that had yelled at her earlier rang out. She instantly stopped whistling. Damn she was bored, she needed stimulation gosh darn it.
"Soo- errm- what's up?" Everyone turned at looked at her. Ok so maybe she knew what was up.
"I NEED STIMULATION! STIMULATION! I am so bored that I'm actively considering gouging my eyes out with my thumb just for some source of entertainment. Gee wiz how about some interaction." A couple of mouths dropped open, and it took her a minute to catch on.
"I wouldn't REALLY gouge out my eyes, but it wouldn't kill you people to be a little more social. DAMN IT! DO SOMETHING!" (Ahahahahaha cabin fever's drivin' her nutzo. Heh. Her pain amuses you, no?) She banged her head against the bars. Oh the abuse her head had suffered, and would suffer.
"Quit it. You're going to cause some permanent damage, not that there'd be all too much of a difference-" Jack trailed off. She stuck out her tongue at him again. Yep that was Celia's greatest solution to most problems. When in doubt, stick your tongue out.
Yeah yeah, this is really short, but this is more of a prelude to the next chapter, which will be out in no later in than 4 days. It takes me about 2 days to write this, one day to start, get bored and walk off, another day to get inspired, finish, and update. So yeah, I figure 4 days gives me some elbowroom. Warning there will be a time jump next chapter. This was just to show you what the crew has to go through until we catch back up with them, utter hell. Review.
"THAT HAS NO TUNE! It's just a bunch of strung together words with differing pitches! It's driving me insane! STOP! I BEG YOU! STOP" One of the pirates in the other cell screamed at her. She yelped at the sudden out burst, and fell quiet. She didn't quit drumming her fingers. Without her singing the sound of her fingers hitting the bars seemed magically magnified, and the sound echoed throughout the room. More groans sounded.
"Bloody hell! Stop already, lass. I don't know how much more any of us can take. Four hours is too much." Jack said walking over to her, and yanking her hand away from the bars. Asshole. Celia narrowed her eyes at him, and stuck out her tongue. He let go of her hand, and glared at her with a look that said quite plainly 'Go on, try it, see what happens.' Maybe she would- when mutant gerbils inhabited her bellybutton. She wasn't going to risk pissing off anyone right now, just lay low. She groaned, and slumped down to the floor.
"As long as we've got nothing better to do, why don't you tell me what in God's name is going on?" Celia asked using all the will power she had not to drum her fingers.
"No," he said bluntly, and continued, "lass, first of all I'm slightly confused myself, second the less you know the better. You're an idiot, and there's nothing worse than an idiot with a little knowledge." Celia fumed. OH THAT ASSHOLE!
"I'M NOT AN IDIOT! At least I'm not an egotistical pompous ugly FROG!" She yelled at him. Jack just looked at her and laughed. Oh damn him, and all that he stands for. Damn that playful attitude of his, damn it strait to hell.
"UURRG- you're just so- UURRH" She practically screamed at him. He just smiled. Err oh how that pissed her off beyond all reason. She wanted to kick his sorry ass all the way to China. She sighed and rested her head against the bars, and started whistling 'I Want a Banana.'
"Don't you even think about it." The same voice that had yelled at her earlier rang out. She instantly stopped whistling. Damn she was bored, she needed stimulation gosh darn it.
"Soo- errm- what's up?" Everyone turned at looked at her. Ok so maybe she knew what was up.
"I NEED STIMULATION! STIMULATION! I am so bored that I'm actively considering gouging my eyes out with my thumb just for some source of entertainment. Gee wiz how about some interaction." A couple of mouths dropped open, and it took her a minute to catch on.
"I wouldn't REALLY gouge out my eyes, but it wouldn't kill you people to be a little more social. DAMN IT! DO SOMETHING!" (Ahahahahaha cabin fever's drivin' her nutzo. Heh. Her pain amuses you, no?) She banged her head against the bars. Oh the abuse her head had suffered, and would suffer.
"Quit it. You're going to cause some permanent damage, not that there'd be all too much of a difference-" Jack trailed off. She stuck out her tongue at him again. Yep that was Celia's greatest solution to most problems. When in doubt, stick your tongue out.
Yeah yeah, this is really short, but this is more of a prelude to the next chapter, which will be out in no later in than 4 days. It takes me about 2 days to write this, one day to start, get bored and walk off, another day to get inspired, finish, and update. So yeah, I figure 4 days gives me some elbowroom. Warning there will be a time jump next chapter. This was just to show you what the crew has to go through until we catch back up with them, utter hell. Review.