Wow! Some one reviewed other than Erika. That is amazing. I've never been entirely sure what a marry sue is… and the narater is me. Yes, I'm a little slow sometimes so blah! And yes, Erika is a real person. And she's just like this too. A bit cracked I know. So here's another round of insanity.
--- No skillz---
It was night by time we figured out we had nowhere to go. I huddle myself up in my trench and leaned against a wall. Erika had long lost the evil fun loving glint in her eyes and was staring at the brick wall across from us with the intensity of a slow child thinking very hard. Which she was.
I wanted a bed. I wanted my bed. My wonderful nautilus airbed. I'm not shitting you I had one of those things. So comfy. Unlike the brick wall I was leaning against.
"Hey Keet?" I asked using my pet name for her. Don't look at me like that I've known her since she was two months old. You know Krikeet the parakeet. No? Well you have no sense of humor. Anyway…
"What" she growled at me.
"Where's that thing that um... transported us here?"
"I dunno," she said rising her voice to near whining pitch at the end, "home?"
I shrugged, like I said it was probably in the woods… but most likely not.
The city was horribly dirty. I had only ever been to one big city before and that was Boston. This soooooo wasn't Boston.
It started to rain. Big fat wet drops of coldness. I looked across the muddy street with slit eyes. I was not a happy camper. Wait that's an understatement, at this point being an unhappy camper with severe schizophrenia would be better than being me.
An annoying bright flickery sing caught my attention.
"Hey," I kicked Erika with my foot. She mumbled and looked up at me. "We just going to sit here all night?"
"I dunno!" she mumble whined agitatedly again.
I sighed, "Get up…." I said firmly. "How do you expect to blow up the oracle if we die of hypothermia?" She looked at me funny.
"Over there…." I pointed at the bar.
"She looked at me funny again. Erika usually liked to be a good girl with evil ambitions. Sometimes she forgets this.
I started to drag her across the street.
"But we're underage!" she mumbled as I dragged her into the warm booze ridden bar.
"I don't think they care…" I said as I looked around and saw boys younger than her annoying skater punk little brother washing down beers and feeling up whores. Lovely place I must say. Erika got quiet. When it came to us a dynamic duo Erika lead when we were alone. She was smart, horrifying, bigger than me, and a little crazy. But when it came to people, I did the talking.
I spotted a table, adjusted my trench and walked over putting on the demeanor I used at school, which I must add was vastly cooler than the immature person I rely am. At least I hope so…probably not but a girl can try right.
We sat down and Erika stared around with her darty hazel eyes. Io sighed at least it was warm and no fat stupid man on a hover chair who I would imagined smell as ugly as her looked.
"Hey ladies…. Can I buy you gals a drinky?" I nearly fell out of my chair as the man who had had to many drinkies that night himself slobbered all over our table. He was sickeningly lanky unkept and had greasy hair and bad teeth.
I stared at him for amount with my version of a death glare. I was good at those too. Erika stared up at him and back at me.
"Hell no." I said blankly.
"Oh come…. hic... on girlies…. it'll be a hoot!" he attempted to purr as he nearly fell over.
"Go away," Erika said glaring a very different death glare than mine.
He was leaning to close to me now and he smelled like alcohol. His face was in front of mine. Erika was probably wondering why I hadn't done anything yet.
I must add…back home I was known for doing crazy stuff. Jumping over people sitting in desks, running along cafeteria seats and tables. And especially for spontaneously and effectively hurting people. I do it a lot ask Erika.
So, I grabbed him by the hair and smashed his face into the table. He didn't hit so squarely and I hit my knuckles. He staggered around drunkenly and tipped over like a dazed cow. No one seemed to notice.
Erika burst out giggling, and so did I. We entertained our self for the next ten minutes watching the narsty drunk retain his balance. Watch them stumble see them bumble…. You get my point.
A pretty looking young bartender clicked over in her oh so feminine high heels. She smiled.
"You girls want anything?" she asked with a sickly sweet voice. Erika shook her head like a nun watching an orgy. You ever seen that? Me neither. Hope I never do.
I smiled my lopsided mischievous grin. Erika may be a potential mass murdering homicidal maniac, but I have no fear. Well I do. But you know what I mean. Ask my once the answers no. Ask me twice. Why the hell not?
I then received a viscous kick to the shins. I squealed unceremoniously so I shook my head. The waitress looked at us funny and wandered away. Why does every one look at us funny?
I heard the door squeak open over the ruckus and looked up. We weren't far from the door. I got a sudden feeling of deja this seems familiarly vu.
Like I said before I'm slow, so I took me a minute to place the blonde hair and the massive cigar.
"Erika!" I said in a hoarse whisper for no good reason.
"What?" Erika asked back in the same over loud hoarse whisper.
"I think that's Jinx…"
She snapped her head and gaped. I stared too…I have never seen a cigar that big.
"…Come on!" she said pushing her seat back.
I give her an unlikely look.
"We can at least try…."
I scrunched up me mouth real small in the way I do when I think hard…some time I twitch too but not this time it wasn't that strenuous.
"Okay…." We got up and walked over to his lonely bar table. I wasted no time and simply sat down in front of him and attempted not to let the cigar smoke bother me. My parents smoked I was used to it…sorta. Erika sat down next to me hesitantly. It was her Idea I thought gloomily.
"Hello Jinx." I said blandly. I adjusted my hat… Kay I get nervous I play with my hat. I know I'm so vain. Hey, I play with it when I get board too.
He gave me an odd look…. I realized then. Bare with me I'm slow like this, that I was lacking the long pointy ears of any normal person in the room. I cleared my throat.
"What you staring at you?" I said trying to be all intimidating like. I'm not good at that…. I'll be honest.
"Aight…. who sent you?" he said in that greasy slightly new yorkish accent.
The question threw me off so bad I forgot to stumble on it, "no one, we were just looking around for work and were told to check you out."
"Aren't you young to be hookers." He flicked his cigar in the ashtray. Erika went wide-eyed for a second then glared. I simply groaned.
"No dumb ass." I hate being accused of being sexually ambiguous. It just bothers me. "We do odd jobs…not men,"
Erika snickered. Jinx looked skeptical.
"You chicks got names?" he looked interested now. I'm sure the chances of us actually getting a job from him must have been next to nilch. But miracles happen.
"That's Eruka. " I said with a nod of my head. She used the name in role-playing video games and the likes. Meh why not I had thought.
I paused for a moment. "…My sister." We had always planed at some point to pull of being sisters or even twin. We were both blonde. But that was it. But that's all that maters. And was more brownish any way.
"And I'm Leni…" I said with only half a thought. For the moment, I forgot the name I used in role-playing, video games and the likes. I had forever eff-ed up the universal balance of Erika and Sarah on a whirlwind adventure. It must have been the Jak 2 ness of the place. Alls I could think about was my pen name on fan fic. I'm a dork. I know.
The newly proclaimed Eruka, Remember I like proclaiming things, kicked me viscously once again for using the wrong name and messing with the natural order of things. This name of mine shall not be mentioned for it is the reason for the messing of the ways that are ours. Don't ask I just confused myself too.
Where was I? Oh yesems…
"Aight."
He was the finest conversationalist I ever met. Maybe…just a little.
I watched him look around with darty eyes. I looked around too. "Umm you waiting for some one or something."
For some reason at this moment, I started thinking about machetes. I don't know why. But I did. And at the same time, I imagined jinx in a Darth Vader mask. Hopefully he is not my father. Yes that mind of mine? Yeah where was I?
"Sort of," he said looking toward the door. I nodded and gave Erika what should have been a meaningful look and poked her.
Apparently, the door opened. I didn't notice. Somebody with heavy boots walked over.
"Oh hey, there you are!" jinx said suddenly snapping to life again.
Jinx got out of the booth and walked away. I didn't notice, I was attempting to read the crazy Elvin signs…. gibberish I tell you, gibberish.
Erika was poking me and trying to attract my attention with mumbled complaints. I completely ignored her. One of these days, it just might be important. Jinx came back and I snapped to attention.
"Alright girls…." He said in that swindler kind of jinxy way he had about himself, "Yous got your self a job. I need this delivered to the race stadium."
He handed Erika a package. She looked at it and shook it. I elbowed her; it would be just our luck that she broke it.
"And that's the pass to get there, now scram I got things to do."
Erika and I stood awkwardly for a moment and made for the door. Out in the dirty city air, I really wasn't used to it coming from the mostly rural area I came from, Erika started hopping up and down.
"Yesssss!" she hissed…
"We got skills?" I said walking past her…. it was still raining and I had no desire to walk all the way to the race stadium.
"Um Sarah…its that way…." She said pointing down the other side of the street.
"Right." I said and started walking behind her.
"What do you think this is?" she shook it again.
"No idea…. but maybe something good will happen when we get there…." I trailed of realizing suddenly I had just laid the biggest jinx I could of ever laid.
"Maybe…" Erika mumbled over the rain, "but probably not."
At least we were on the same page.