Hallo! Let's just get started. No special introductions. If you want to translate the two languages I'm using is German and Serbian.
Wait… Nick, Ich wird haben meine rache!
"If I were a banana where would I be?" Jay wonders as we scour the wild jungle for non-other than the possible cure to all of humanity, saving our lives and all the world's as well, the leading source of potassium… bananas.
"I would prefer you as a banana." Nick mumbles.
"Jay, be a banana." I command.
"Well that's just-"
"Bananas don't talk." I cover his mouth with my hand. He licks it and I smack him, shrieking, than proceed to wipe my hand on his hair. "Gross."
"But Minneapolis your tongue has-"
"Schweigen!" I shove him down a slope that we had been walking past. He tumbles down into a river, and thankfully stands up unharmed… but visually upset.
"What was that for?" Nick asks.
"Der junge bedroht zu verschütten meine geheimnisse... so ich gedumpten ihm in das fluss. " I say. Nick looks at me with a baffled expression. "Boy get dumped in river.
"And your logic behind it is...? " He asks. I roll my eyes and dump Nick into the river as well.
A few minutes later the two boys return, muddy and frowning. I laugh, and continue down the small clearing with them following behind.
"There! Do you see that?" Jay points up into the trees.
"Uhm…"
"It's a monkey." Nick says flatly.
"Exactly!" Jay grins, beginning to climb a sturdy tree.
"So the monkey is exciting because it what?" I ask.
"Well what do monkeys eat?" Jay asks, halfway up the tree. It was like a natural ability of his.
"Lots of things, bugs, leaves, wild berries…" Nick begins.
"And?"
"And what?" Nick hisses. He didn't seem so excited that Jay was interrupting him.
"Bananas!" Jay leaps from one tree to the next in attempts to follow the monkey. He swings on a vine and-
"Jay! That's ridiculous! That's only a stereotype, monkeys don't actually eat…" Nick trails off as we come upon a large clearing… that of which was filled with the doubted fruit. "Bananas…"
Jay gives us a sly grin, swinging down to the ground on a nearby branch and winks at me. "Now let's bring some of that posatnium-"
"Potassium."
"Potassium back to the hotel so we can save the world." Jay picks a bunch of bananas and me up, grabbing a vine, me screaming as he takes us back to the hotel… monkey style. Also leaving Nick alone in the jungle.
"You're still here?" I question Reaver as I walk through the lobby doors. He, Bipolar, Bavaria and Charlotte were still sitting there.
"Yeah, Nel and Russia went off to go do some crazy biz." He shrugs, leaning back in his chair.
"I see you didn't learn a lesson from Jay earlier." I roll my eyes, hanging my backpack on the coat rack next to the table. Reaver quickly comes to his senses and sits upright.
"Glad I was of service." Jay nods, passing the eating area and heading towards the elevator. I quickly follow. The doors open and him and I step inside. A silence that really should be awkward follows, but we're not much for unneeded emotions anymore.
"So how far do you think Russia and Nel are in their research?" Jay asks me as we walk down the hall to the room.
"Oh I don't know," I say, sliding the key through the door. "My bets are that they're pretty far, I mean currently they are saving the world…" I open the door, look inside and immediately slam it back into place. Shaking.
"Minne, what's wrong?" Jay asks, confused. I slump against the door frame and sink to my knees, covering my eyes.
"Hello?"
"They're certainly not saving the world in there." I gag. I peek out from behind my hands and see Jay's eyes widen.
"Lord have mercy on your soul." He hugs me. "I'd rather stare directly at the sun the go in there."
Just then the door bursts open with Russia's hair in a mess and Nel's pants only halfway up. "Minneapolis!" Russia gasps, hands covering her mouth. "I am so sorry!"
My face contorts as I rush away towards the hallway bathroom.
3rd Person
Somewhere in the middle of the jungle…
Sacrifice dečaka! Za našeg šefa! Uzmi mu poklon! više čista!
Nick hears chanting as he makes his way in the wrong direction out of the jungle.
Sacrifice dečaka! Za našeg šefa! Uzmi mu poklon! više čista!
He wondered what that could be. Who it could be. He hid beneath a pile of large leaves and peered out through the openings. A group of tan people with straw skirts and red tattoos became visible. The majority of the group consisted of women and who, as Nick suddenly noticed, were not wearing anything to cover their chests. Nick, clearly a gentleman and former farm boy, looks away, blushing. ****Rache ist lieb, ist es nicht?**** The two men in the group threw their spears down as the leader of the pack, an unusually muscular woman, commanded something in the foreign language.
"Ja ga osetim!" She cries, looking around then straight to were Nick was hiding. "Tamo."
"Da!" The two men nod in unison. The march toward the leaves and pull Nick out of the brush. Exposing him to the entire group.
"What do you want!?" He cries. The two men were lifting him off the ground by his arms, which seemed impossible by Nick's height.
"Čistoće. Dečak je čist. Novi. Savršen za naš vođa. Dovedite ga do šefa. On će biti zadovoljan." The muscular woman grins mischievously and commands her hunting group to return to their village.
"It'll be okay." Jay sighs, holding my hair back as I puke over the revolting sights, somehow becoming the water in the toilet. They were everywhere. Images. BlaH!
"I never really took you for the kind of girl who would get so upset after seeing-" Another large amount of vomit escapes my mouth. "something so…" cough, cough, gag. "Natural." Jay finishes.
"Uh…" Is all I can get out, limp, hanging over the toilet.
"Y'all good now?" He asks, flushing the toilet for me. Nodding is the best I can do. I stand up, shaking, and make my way carefully to a mirror, cleaning my face up, than fall to the floor.
"Ow…" I sniff. It was no longer the images of Nel sweating over Russia. It was actually the feeling of sickness.
"Come on." Jay says, scooping me into his arms. He carried me down the hall into a (thank the lord) different room than the one were the "cure" was being "created."
"Thanks, dude." I cough, laying on my back.
"No! No, no." He scolds me.
"What?!" I ask, confused.
"You have to lay on your side so you don't choke on your own puke!" He shoves me onto my side.
"Oh, how pleasant." I say sarcastically in a nasally voice.
"Don't worry. I'll stay here to make sure you don't!"
The thought of him near me while I rested was revolting. It suggested compassion. And I didn't have time for that. "Go away!" I hiss.
"Nope."
I cross my arms, but lose the argument. Too weak to continue. Then I remember something kind of important. "Jay...?"
"Yes?"
Ugh, he's still here. "Where's Nick?"
Silence.
"…Shiiiit."
HAH! See that Nick?! It only gets worst. Go ahead, insult my writing one more time. I dare you. Plenty of people love what I do, and I don't see you get hundreds of views every damn day. Haha, ich liebe du, rache. Ich liebe dich.
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