Well I was going write haliyula.. haliyewa halijah? I dunno my spell checker don't even know how to spell it. But any way yippee! My project is done. A chapter is in order. WOOOT! I watched the chronicles of Riddick last night. It rocked! DUOBLE WOOT!
Clue: ow… my head don't yell so loud!
Heheeh hangover man. That's all I got to say about that.
--Get Your Freak On--ch 12--
Jak stared up at the ceiling from his position on a very uncomfortable couch. He listened to Jules footsteps slowly crossing the floor above him; apparently, he wasn't the only insomniac.
For about the eighth time that night he wondered, "why?" this was the second time apparently that this Clue character had done him a favor.
"Why?" he asked the ceiling quietly, the ceiling was curios so Jak continued, "I did shoot up his dune buggy…he shouldn't be so friendly…" he wasn't so sure friendly was the right word.
The couch he was on was ungodly uncomfortable. He tossed over to his other shoulder. 'I wonder what he wants in return?'
"Shit shit shit, where's the sodium nitrate!" Jak stared up at the ceiling were the yell came from.
"What the hell?" he sat up and continued to stare up, he glanced at the ladder in the corner and considered going up.
"Haha! Got it!" he heard from above.
'What the hell does she have up there? A chem. Lab?' he wondered as he lay back down on the almost painful couch.
He stared up at the cracks in the floorboards above him. Suddenly light exploded through the cracks bringing a loud explosion with it.
Jak bolted upright. A furry orange otsel next to him rolled over. A tentative silence passed.
The trap door slammed open, and a very distraught Clue came barreling up, "Julianis!" he bolted across the room and scampered up the ladder.
The sight that greeted him was a large laboratory, counters lined three walls, and a table sat in the middle lab equipment drowned every surface. A large black scorch mark splashed up one corner and counter top.
He ran the short distance to the other side of the large table. Jules sat blinking dumbly. Her face was covered with soot, two pink goggle shaped holes pocked through around her eyes.
She looked up at clue; he still wore his khakis and his long gloves, which covered his shoulders and part of his chest.
"That didn't work..." the cute little mad scientist said quietly. He frowned and pulled her to her feet.
Jak stared up at the ceiling. If the ceiling could of it would have told him that staring was impolite. He listened as the two above him conversed in hushed tones.
"ITS WHAT I DO DAMNIT ALL!" he heard Jules screech venomously.
Some one stomped toward the ladder "fine." Clue growled as he slid down it.
Jak's COM picked this exact moment to chirp. Jak answered as the kitchen door slammed shut. "Now that I've woken your lazy asses up get them over here, king Damos want some one to clear out some metal heads." The COM went silent.
Jak grabbed the sleeping otsel by the scruff of the neck. By time Daxter came to his groggy senses, Jak was already out in the dark Spargus street.
Clue leaned over the porch's railing, looking more like the dark and quiet man Jak had met in the bar that day. "Where're you headed?" he asked shooting him an unreadable glance.
"Kleiver," Jak answered shoving the COM back in his pocket.
"What's that bastard want us to do now?" Daxter asked fully coming to his senses with a yawn.
"Kill things," Jak said with a shrug as he started down the steps.
"Wait let me get a shirt," clue turned toward the door, which was unexpectedly opened. A floppy hated woman held a long brown duster and stared harshly at him.
Next thing he knew he blinded by the duster and the door was slammed in his face. He pulled the jacket off his face and stared at the door indifferently. He tried the knob, it was locked.
"Some one's gona be sleeping on the couch." Daxter said overly loud to Jak.
Clue threw on the duster to cover his lower abdomen. With his strange belly shirt glove combination abomination, he looked like some kind of male striper.
Jak started to walk into the street, clue caught up, now fully clothed in his trench coat.
They walked silently for a few blocks; Jak gave him a look like he was crazy as he patted down his pockets almost frantically.
He pulled out a very crumpled red cigarette pack and stared into its empty depts. "This day just keeps getting better," he said obviously unhappy.
"What?" Dax asked hopping from Jak's shoulder to Clue's. He had missed the whole dilemma; a very hot waste lander girl with a very low cut shirt had walked by. I wonder what had distracted our ever so chaste otsel?
Daxter peeked into the very empty carton. Dax noticed the small box moving toward his head to late.
Clue crammed the carton over the otsel head and pushed him back towards Jak.
Jak caught him as he fell of the waste lander's shoulder. Jak tried not to laugh as Daxter tried to pry the crumpled carton off his head with varying amounts of success.
"Do you know how uncomfortable that couch is?" Clue said more than asked as they turned the corner.
Jak frowned and nodded as he pulled the box off his ailing friend's head.