Note:
I've had these snippets lying around for a while. They have nothing to do with the story so far, and don't tie anything together at all or connect to the original work. I just figured it would be interesting to write.
And, admittedly, I've been very bad with updates lately, even though my school finished over a week back. The Anime Expo of Los Angeles is coming up, and I've been cramming for that. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more after that ends. Anyways. Enjoy! Or don't. I'll hopefully have something more like the rest of the story up soon.
Explanation: Five times that Sarah and Jareth met during their time as addicts, all at parties thrown by their dealer.
1.
A man with a bright red mullet stood on the roof, hoisting a baby in the air, voice barely carrying over the music.
"I'VE GOT THE BABE!"
Nobody listened. They were all too caught up in a swirl of music, sex, laughter, drama, creepy puppets, and whatever drugs are floating around that evening.
Jareth spent the rest of the party cooing over the plastic monstrosity in his hands, trying to use a small cactus as a baby bottle.
2.
A young girl, no more than sixteen, sat on the couch, staring at her hands in a daze. She made quite the scene, her long dark hair in a hazy mess around her head, blue eyes wide and glassy as she twirled her hands slowly in front of her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a red mullet lower itself beside her, floating over an ethereally pale face.
"You remind me of the babe," the mullet said conversationally, "You know, the babe with the power of..."
Here the mullet paused for a while, swaying back and forth.
"Voodoo," he finally said, rather triumphantly.
3.
The next time the girl saw the mullet, it was solidly attached to a spindly young man, who in turn was rather solidly attached to a tree, dressed in a fluffy white feather cloak and hooting loudly. She stared at him for a little while, sitting down in a conveniently placed lawn chair, the like of which where scattered all across the yard.
"Are you going to come down from there?" she asked, taking out a tube of lipstick and applying it sloppily across the lower half of her face.
The mullet man hooted.
A burst of laughter escaped from girl. The guy in the tree fell off the branch in his surprise, thankfully landing on another one right below it and hanging on for dear life.
The girl took out a flask and took a long swig from it, still watching the owl man through half closed eyes.
4.
The girl was crying. Sobbing, in fact. She was wearing a tacky white dress that looked like she'd jacked it from a thrift shop in its last leg of business. On her head sat a smooth circlet with a huge, plastic, shiny, stone in the front. Any more tears out of her, and she'd do like Alice and float away to Wonderland. After a couple more moments of pitiful wailing, she stood up and walked a few steps. However, her determination was quickly stopped by a wall of plant. A very specific plant. A hedge. She turned around and walked the other way, but the effect was much the same. Plant wall. She sat down and started sobbing again. Such were the problems of a hedge maze.
Somewhere above her, a laugh resounded through the walls of greenery. The girl looked up and came face to face with the asshole grin of Red Mullet, who was somehow balancing precariously on top of the hedge. Apparently, balancing precariously on random objects was just his thing.
"Ready to give up yet?"
The girl gave him a murderous glance and flipped up her middle finger at him. The man just laughed harder.
Suddenly enraged and spurred on by the downside of her high, the girl shot to her feet and ran at the plant wall, eyes screwed tight.
A scream resounded through the grounds, causing the party to pause for a brief moment before starting up again. A quick glance at the hedge maze revealed all anyone would want to know in the form of a human-shaped hole in the greenery, a pissed off girl, and a heavily bruised young man.
5.
The two didn't really see each other often in the first place, as they floated in different social circles, different age groups. They wouldn't even remember each other in a couple of weeks, let alone years, except for brief flashes of hazy, smudged out pictures. However, the last time they made contact was especially trivial.
"Scatter!" someone screamed, and instantly, a flurry of bodies exploded from the house, running this way and that with only one goal: to get away.
In the midst of it all, a young man with a red mullet vaulted off the roof, hitting the ground with a roll and instantly jumping to his feet, getting swept away by the rapid current of people pushing out. In the midst of it, from the other side of the crowd, he spotted the dark haired girl, tugging along a dwarf, both of them running for their lives. He was about to look away when the the girl happened to look up, making eye contact. Red Mullet saluted her cheekily. She stuck out her tongue at him.
And that was the last they saw of each other for a long time.