I just got my internet reconnected! I'm so happy!
Jonathan Crane belongs to DC Comics. Stupid company won't even let me buy him {grumble} o well, at least I can rent him for a while.
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It was a normal day. Jonathan was formulating new fear toxins and getting ready to try them on his newest test subject while his new, err, house mate, bounced around upstairs with the radio turned up. Jonathan sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. Yes, it was definitely a normal day for him.
"You'd think she'd listen to something else once in a while," he muttered while filling a spray bottle with fear toxin and standing from his chair. "Instead of that one radio station all day."
After successfully dosing his test subject, Jonathan decided to go upstairs and either turn the radio off or change the station.
Becca noticed him and turned the radio down. "Hey," she said while putting a hardcover copy of New Moon on the wall's built-in bookshelf.
"Becca," Jonathan sighed. "Would you please keep that irritating noise you call music low enough so as not to distract me from my research?"
Becca tilted her head. "Huh?"
"Turn your music down and keep it down," he snapped.
Becca gave him a look that said "seriously?" He gave her a look back that said "Yes, seriously." After a five minute staring contest, Becca sighed. "Whatever." She turned the radio back up but not quit as loud as it was. It was pretty close, though. Jonathan scowled and followed her across the room, then reached out for the volume dial. Becca saw him and blocked his hand. He tried again and she blocked him again. She batted his hands away and stood in front of the radio. "Don't even think about it."
Jonathan tried to pull her out of the way but she held her ground and didn't budge. When he tried to twist her wrists she locked onto his wrists and twisted them around. Jonathan gave a startled yelp as he was knocked down and pinned to the floor with his hands above his head. He tried to squirm away and use his legs to push Becca away. She let go of his wrists, flipped him onto his stomach, wrapped her legs around his so he couldn't move them, and twisted his arms behind his back with one hand while pushing his head onto the floor with the other.
"Give up?" Becca asked. Jonathan didn't answer. She twisted his arms more and he grunted, but still he didn't say anything. He struggled some more and managed to loosen her grip for a split second, but she grabbed hold again before he could get free. "Ow! Fine, I give! I give! For the love of god, get off!"
Becca released his arm and hopped off his back. "I win," she said smugly, and then turned the radio up full blast.
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A/N: just pointless filler. The plot will proceed . . . . . as soon as I can organize my plot idea into coherent sentences. I've got the ending all planned out, but I need more time to pass, so expect a lot of random pointless filler chapters about Becca and Jonathan's day-to-day lives.
On another note, stupid "Becca" left for stupid college up in stupid Greeley. I miss you, Sperky :(