Hello. Moth here.
So this is probably the more pressing part of this update, I've reunited with Picasso and Navi.
Navi is pretty fucked up. Or was. We let some time ass. We've been moving. Always moving. Have to be. Fracture's been chasing us pretty hard. Or at least his men have. Hes mad. Madder then I've ever seen him. We stopped leaving the car. We loiter off in parking lots. Have to be ready to leave in a moments notice. Gas prices have been hell on our budget lately as a direct result. And now that we don't have Sloth to fund our mission, that budget isn't going to be getting any bigger so we have to be frugal... if money should get tight we may very well end up robbing some poor fucks to make a quick buck at some pawn shop.
My greatest concern there is the possibility of accidentally creating some new runners... I'll have to be careful with how I handle things if it gets to that. Then again, that risk is supposedly present in everything we do. Kind of hell on the nerves if you think about it too much. Just have to... try to ignore it I guess.
... I got so sidetracked there. Damn it. I'm rambling. I need to watch that. Its a terrible trait.
So Navi was pretty fucked up. We're not sure who bandaged her up, as Picasso can't see Navi and Navi was apparently passed out for it but they did a pretty good job. They were in New York though. Everything from New York City to Philadelphia is an uncannily active hub for proxies and fears so it could have been anyone looking to cut a light blow against Fracture. I'd like to think its an old friend or something but, I can't imagine they'd risk it.
But since they did such a good job, and since I've been pulling more than my own fair share of the work to make sure she can take it easy, (And since shes such a good girls she insists on constantly reminding me) she healed up pretty quick. Her stitches aren't quite out but shes been doing some minor exercises to get back into form. She should be bouncing off the walls and pissing me off in no time flat at this rate.
I'd had sustained some minor injuries myself... but not as troubling as a stab wound. My opponent was careful just to piece my skin. My arms were pretty ripped up. I think they were trying to induce minor blood loss while disabling my ability to fight. We'll get back to that later in the post.
It made moving my arms a pain in the ass. Every little muscle flex would irritate those nerves. I suppose I should just be happy I didn't end up with any snapped ligaments.
Since my range of motion had to be slow and deliberate, Picasso was doing a lot of the driving and buying. Once Fracture's goons really started to come down on us I had to push myself to drive so she could sleep. I've had a lot of cuts rip open on me. Now that I'm better, I have to be honest, my arms look like shit. More scarred flesh then I'd ever hope to have earned. My over all range of motion is... mostly what it was. I can still make my wide breath of motion with my arms but I have to tell myself that I can. I haven't quite gotten over that sensation that they could rip back open if I over do it when but I'm pretty sure they're fine now.
If we ever find more then a days break somewhere, I'll have to spar with Picasso or something. I need see if I'm more fucked up than I think I am and the best way to find out is by doing. So here is hoping that goes well if the opportunity should ever present itself.
So back to the asshole that disabled me. For those that can remember him, apparently Helrick is still alive.
News that absolute made Picasso perk up.
"What?! NO! You're lying! HOW?! Did he actually kill them all himself? OH MY GOD IS HE AWESOME?!"
'No. Hes working for Fracture.' Her smile sank as she read those words. She smashed one of the rear view mirrors with her fist and kicked the non-discript vehicle hard enough to dent it. Furious.
"FUCK HIM. I knew he was weak..."
Yeah... weak.
He fucked me up. Once more, I'm ahead of myself.
So I had been making a point of being track-able. Fracture made a point of announcing that he was sending his finest after us so I made of point of being known. I path traveled a lot. I made transactions with Sloth's account. I used my old cell number to shoot fake plans to Picasso. I'm thinking I over did it and he caught on that something was up because his finest didn't show up to face me.
As Hollow's Eve night fell on me, I made my final stop. A big ass aquarium. A place I'd done a job at before. And from that job, I knew how to rig the room I was waiting in to flash flood with the press of a button. I just had to wait for his finest to show up looking for me and then with the press of that button they were gonna drown to death. Not exactly the kind of victory I like but at this point I'll take any victory.
But as I've said, his finest did not show. Instead I got a single arrival. A muscular man with his arm in a sling. His face concealed by a black hoody. I figured this was just a scout. If he didn't come back, surely the rest of the 'finest' would come out and I should spring the trap then. So I stepped out into view and flicked on the lights.
To my surprise, it was Helrick.
"Ah. Hello Moth. Just you? Where's Picasso... and that one girl. Whats-her-tits. Novi I think? Or maybe Navi. 'Hey listen!', hahaha. I can't believe she made that her name.... where are they?"
'...'
"Oh right. You're mute. See, I've been looking for you guys. You were right. That assault on the police station was... it was a shit idea you know? I took a few bullets. I was lucky to get out of there with my life. Had to go hide and lick my wounds... guess I was lucky I left Black lake when I did. You guys really fucked that place up. I mean jeez. Overkill. But hey, that town tried to kill me for helping them... hard to fault you.
... So where is everyone else."
His demeanor was offensive. His guard was high. His unslung hand had was hidden, I suspected on a weapon. I considered he might have been being followed but that was giving him too much befit of the doubt. How could he have possible have tracked me? Pathing around made it easy for Fracture to track me, but for any non-proxy it should be terribly fucking difficult. Hell, I don't even know how Fracture does that shit. And yet as soon as I stop moving for more than a day... there he is. Like he knew exactly where I was.
He was lying. Fracture sent him. No doubt. I drew my spear.
I could see him grin. I guess he already had a pretty good idea that wasn't going to work.
"I never was a good liar," he laughed pulling off his eye-patch to reveal his cat eye and pulling his arm from its sling to reveal his rake claw. "But a fight I can do. I'll make a liar out of you when I leave you lying on the floor!" He snickered at this terrible fucking joke. He dropped down on all fours and started dashing at me.
Hes fucking fast. I thought I had him. A running start is a terrible idea against a spear, but he leapt against wall and kick into my side. Once he was in and on me, my spear was not doing me a lot of good.
I kept trying to spin and swing at him but he kept pace and ripped at my arms. By that last swing, when I finally did hit him, it wasn't very hard. He just grinned his toothy grin and shoved me against the wall. My arms were fucked. Useless. That spear was dead to me. I couldn't much leave with it now. It'd just get in the way. Colors were fading. I was dizzy.
He brought his fist up. I think he thought I was done. He was wrong. He threw my weight hard in on direction. I knew it was gonna be coming at me so I just had to make a good point of moving. Heard him shout. Listened to bones snap with a loud thud as he accidentally brought his fist against the wall in what was likely supposed to be a knock out punch. That rake claw, its real good for slashing and impaling but not punching. Given the shape those hands take when a feral-ling mutates, they break easily under the force of a punch.
I grabbed his shoulders. I needed to secure the advantaged before he could recoup from the pain. I couldn't push or pull real hard but holding him like that made it easy to drive a knee into his gut. He crumpled over, winded.
Time to fuck off. I Pathed out to my car and sped off for as long as I could bear, not long, into the middle of nowhere. Bandaged up. Did my best to drive further way before the adrenaline wore off and I finally had to curl up and sleep to escape the pain.
I spent the next few days trying to meet up with Picasso. Moving around was hellish. I'm lucky I made it.
They kept showing up at the meeting spots before me. Had keep changing it closer until I just had them coming in to pick me up.
That sucked.
... Better now. But fuck that asshole. Helrick, I'm sure you read this. Fuck you buddy. Traitorous asshole. I'm gonna feed you your own claw. Seriously, fuck you.
Moth out.
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Sunday, November 24, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Never Red Remention
First off, it's good to see Fracture starting to crack. I'm kind of hoping he does himself in trying to protect those people... feels kind of harsh to say in light of how many people would be going with him but I think it would be worth it to be rid of him.
At least, I thought so. Picasso, oddly enough, seems to disagree.
"NO! He's not allowed to die until I'm done making him watch me kill Duckie. That HAS TO HAPPEN FIRST, then we can go roll him off a cliff or something."
But I personally think I'd still rather just see Fracture dead and done with. Things would be safer and easier that way.
I don't remember her being so hellbent on making Fracture pay before. Then again, he has been trying to kill us. Not hard to imagine how she would take that personally.
...
So... we're just trolling around right now. We have to assume Fracture has people huffing after us after what we did so we're trying to move as constantly as possible.
Traveling with Red has been odd. She's stopped cowering in the back seat and is actually up and relaxing. It's nice to see her calm and smiling. Much like Picasso, she's taken to talking at me. Although, worse than Picasso, she keeps going as if I've been saying things back.
"Morning Quiet Guy. Good. Like a baby," she giggles. "One. I dreamt I was a Walrus soaring through the sky! I know walrus don't do that. It was a dream, ass. Weird things happen in dreams. Don't give me that! I bet your dreams were weird too. Oh yeah, what did you dream about then? Liar, you so totally did, you just don't want to tell me because you know it was weird! Yeah whatever," she says grinning to herself and pulling out a notebook. She then starts sketching... a walrus flying with the clouds.
And that's what about 80% of my day has been since she started traveling with us.
Although, it gets worse than that. Picasso and Red have this weird thing going where they seem to be completely oblivious of each other despite being about five feet from each other for 4/5ths of the day.
I'm not sure entirely sure how unaware of each other they actually are since they never bump into each other or accidentally sit on each other when we stop to eat somewhere but they don't ever acknowledge each other. The most notable issue with this is the way they casually talk over each other.
"So how are Moth I want I'm good and a BAGEL the chips please the cream cheese I WILL thank you SKULL."
I've actually taken to letting Red drive so I can pretend to sleep and avoid this new fresh hell.
I did manage to get Red alone the other night and that brings us to our tittle tie in. I found out what her actual name is.
'Hi.'
"Hi paper! Do you have a message for me from Quiet Guy?"
'... My name is Moth.'
"Hahaha. Liar."
'No. It really is.'
"That so? Your mommy called you Moth?"
I stared at her blankly for a minute and shook my head no.
"I knew it. You turn orange when you lie! What's your real name?"
'A secret.'
"Well, Mr. Secret, if that's how you want to play then my name is.... Not Navi! Ha! So, like, call me that and stuff."
I just stared at her, started questioning to myself why every girl I have to travel with acts like a lunatic.
"No! Of course not!" she said deciding to continue the conversation on her own.
I'm really starting to regret all the time I spent looking for her.
I'll see what I can't get out of her later when she quiets up a bit.
Moth out.
At least, I thought so. Picasso, oddly enough, seems to disagree.
"NO! He's not allowed to die until I'm done making him watch me kill Duckie. That HAS TO HAPPEN FIRST, then we can go roll him off a cliff or something."
But I personally think I'd still rather just see Fracture dead and done with. Things would be safer and easier that way.
I don't remember her being so hellbent on making Fracture pay before. Then again, he has been trying to kill us. Not hard to imagine how she would take that personally.
...
So... we're just trolling around right now. We have to assume Fracture has people huffing after us after what we did so we're trying to move as constantly as possible.
Traveling with Red has been odd. She's stopped cowering in the back seat and is actually up and relaxing. It's nice to see her calm and smiling. Much like Picasso, she's taken to talking at me. Although, worse than Picasso, she keeps going as if I've been saying things back.
"Morning Quiet Guy. Good. Like a baby," she giggles. "One. I dreamt I was a Walrus soaring through the sky! I know walrus don't do that. It was a dream, ass. Weird things happen in dreams. Don't give me that! I bet your dreams were weird too. Oh yeah, what did you dream about then? Liar, you so totally did, you just don't want to tell me because you know it was weird! Yeah whatever," she says grinning to herself and pulling out a notebook. She then starts sketching... a walrus flying with the clouds.
And that's what about 80% of my day has been since she started traveling with us.
Although, it gets worse than that. Picasso and Red have this weird thing going where they seem to be completely oblivious of each other despite being about five feet from each other for 4/5ths of the day.
I'm not sure entirely sure how unaware of each other they actually are since they never bump into each other or accidentally sit on each other when we stop to eat somewhere but they don't ever acknowledge each other. The most notable issue with this is the way they casually talk over each other.
"So how are Moth I want I'm good and a BAGEL the chips please the cream cheese I WILL thank you SKULL."
I've actually taken to letting Red drive so I can pretend to sleep and avoid this new fresh hell.
I did manage to get Red alone the other night and that brings us to our tittle tie in. I found out what her actual name is.
'Hi.'
"Hi paper! Do you have a message for me from Quiet Guy?"
'... My name is Moth.'
"Hahaha. Liar."
'No. It really is.'
"That so? Your mommy called you Moth?"
I stared at her blankly for a minute and shook my head no.
"I knew it. You turn orange when you lie! What's your real name?"
'A secret.'
"Well, Mr. Secret, if that's how you want to play then my name is.... Not Navi! Ha! So, like, call me that and stuff."
I just stared at her, started questioning to myself why every girl I have to travel with acts like a lunatic.
"No! Of course not!" she said deciding to continue the conversation on her own.
I'm really starting to regret all the time I spent looking for her.
I'll see what I can't get out of her later when she quiets up a bit.
Moth out.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Falling Through the Willow Trees
"...Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering..."
"This guys amazing! I mean... hard to look at but god is he fast. And that claw is cool shit!"
"Yeah... hes something."
"Whats this for? This guns kind of crap for this sort of hunt isn't it?"
"Yeah. I guess it is. Hank... when this is over I need you to put the mutt down."
"Wh-What?! No! Hes helping us."
"Hes one of them. A freak. Another monster whose existence threatens to safety of our loved ones!"
"H-Hes different."
"Is he? You know how things like this beast we're hunting in come about? Because they get clawed and they change like he is. Sure hes our friend now, but its taking over. Do you really want him around when he finally loses it and goes Feral?"
"He isn't gonna go Fe-"
"Oh yes he is. Hes strong. I'll give him that. And he may fight it for a long time, but hes gonna lose it and start killing people. Then that blood will be on your hands! TAKE the god damn gun and DO what needs to be done."
"I..."
"Be a fucking man."
"..."
"...Suddenly hearing, when I want to scream..."
Bullets rip through the sky... the hunters have lit flares... travel in wide facings to make their numbers look big...
Mice standing standing tall to be scary...
Even mice can kill... in numbers...
Swaszks
Skit
sleesh
skuuuph
scrooop
It cuts through the branches in leaps and bounds... its scared... too many... needs to pick them off... find the smaller groups...
stragglers... pick them off... piece by piece....
Raining leaves... everywhere it goes.
"...Who will care for the falling leaves?"
Small group... a straggler... a loner cut way from the numbers... a single flare held high above traitors head...
Pick it off... one less rat in the bunch...
"Come get me you son of a bitch!"
Drops...
...leaps...
...It's so fast.
Traitor tries puts out a hand to protect himself... the beast puts out a claw... scissors will beat paper...
"...Keep on falling down, keep on falling down..."
Falling freak beats scissors... apparently.
Slit
graaah
gra-gra
urraff
The true hunter, the freak, drops down hard on it. Rends it
His hand... he has one nasty claw hand...
A hollowed eye and a sharp protruding fang.
Nasty claw marks on his scalp where hair don't grow.
Resembles a man...
looks and fights like a Feral-ling...
Rending it over and over...
SQUAAAAAAUUUURRRRRRRRRR... cuuf.... cuuf cufff
Death cry... it wheezes for air...
He watches it... as it slowly... desperately... tries to crawl away.
It has to run... it'll die if it doesn't get away.
But its lost so much blood.
The traitor raises his gun... points it at the back of the beats skull.
"No..."
The freak steps in the way...
goes back to watching the beast die.
"...Tender, cool breeze, keeps me where I am..."
"Leave it to suffer."
So very... Mad.
The butt of the gun comes down hard on his shoulder.
Heavy kick on the back of the shin.
The freak is forced to fall to a knee.
"What the hell are you doing..."
"You're dangerous. You're one of them...
...I have to do this... its for the best."
"..."
"..."
"What the fuck are you waiting for you fucking coward?!"
"...Autumn shades, calm my shaking hands..."
Deep breath... a moment of focus. Fret over future regrets...
Steels his nerves.
"Good bye buddy..."
"...Oh, please just cut me down, leave me in my dreams..."
"JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!"
"...Who would care for the fallen?..."
Sudden thud from a rock as it bounces off a tree...
"What?"
Turned heads.
She giggles.
A sudden drop kick.
Plants square into his hip.
He winces... grabs his side.
Desperately grabs for a radio.
"Wh-What the fuck..."
I step out from my hiding spot as he grabs his radio.
Smash it with the butt of my spear.
"Wh-Who-"
Bring the spear's butt hard on his forehead.
"... And just who the fuck are you two."
"...Who will care for the fallen?..."
"Who? US?! Based on that asshole, WE'RE YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS!"
"Hank, what the fuck is taking so long over there. Finish it and lets go!"
"FUCK... hey fugly face, you coming with us OR NOT?!"
"Hank?!"
"Oooohhh... my head..."
"Y-Yeah... Wait up!"
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What the fuck is THIS SHIT?! This is like the... WORST, explanation for anything EVER.
How about, we stole feral-ling?! JUST FUCKING SAY THINGS YOU STUPID FUCKING MUTE.
And what is THIS SHIT.
What kind of PORTENTOUS asshole does...
THIS?!
Did you take a lesson from Sloth on how to be CRYPTIC AS FUCK before we left?
Unfucking believable.
[Redacted.]
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She goes on like that for a while... so I deleted most of it.
We stole their mutated feral-ling because they were going to kill it.
Happy?
Moth out.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Lacus Ater
"He can't fucking hide from me. He WILL pay for his betrayal. Him and ANYONE who gets in the way WILL be destroyed! This whole fucking world will burn if that's what it takes to destroy him! FUCKING ALL OF IT. The organization and their little system of lies can't protect him now. They're not Father's will. I AM FATHER'S WILL. And we will burn it all to the ground and leave beautiful fields of ash... but first I have to find him.
The Logs I stole from the electronic word box indicate he keeps coming here. Black Lake, [Redacted]. They're sending him here for something. Something important. He'll have to come back at least once to try to make off with whatever it is they're keeping here. I just need to find it and catch who ever comes to get it. Then they can lead me to that betrayer.
In a small little shit hole like this with fuck all to offer the world but fish, I think I'll know important when I see it. God I can practically FEEL his flesh now. I can't wait to RIP IT FROM HIS BONES!"
The Logs I stole from the electronic word box indicate he keeps coming here. Black Lake, [Redacted]. They're sending him here for something. Something important. He'll have to come back at least once to try to make off with whatever it is they're keeping here. I just need to find it and catch who ever comes to get it. Then they can lead me to that betrayer.
In a small little shit hole like this with fuck all to offer the world but fish, I think I'll know important when I see it. God I can practically FEEL his flesh now. I can't wait to RIP IT FROM HIS BONES!"
--Duckie, November 2, 2008.
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So we arrived at Bla-... I... Fuck. Do I really sound like THAT?! Blondie says Duckie's old rantings remind her of me. IT MAKES ME WANT TO RIP THE FLESH FROM H-... FUCK.
I AM NOT DUCKIE. I'm not. I'M NOT
Duckie had stupid FUCKING self delusions. I DON'T! THAT FUCKER WILL PAY FOR BETR-... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!
We. Are. Not. Alike.
We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. We. Are. Not. Alike. WE. Are. Not. Alike. We. ARE. Not. Alike. We. Are. NOT. Alike. We. Are. Not. ALIKE. WE. Are. Not. Alike. We. ARE. Not. Alike. We. Are. NOT. Alike. We. Are. Not. ALIKE. WE. ARE. Not. Alike. We. ARE. NOT. Alike. We. Are. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. Alike. We. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE. WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.WE. ARE. NOT. ALIKE.
WE ARE NOT FUCKING ALIKE.
...
I... had an episode. THOS FCKERS TIED ME DWN>
But I'm better now. All.... better. I broke Moth's nose a little when he was untying me... BUT HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF FOR TYING ME DOWN.
Sure he can smell it off in no time. The mutes a champ! Champ mute! MY MUTE IS MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS.
My mute can walk right through the door.
Its disgusting to think that Duckie use to think like me. Uh... vomited a little in my mouth just thinking that.... and now its ALL OVER THE FUCKING COMPUTER.
...
Third try. Third try is the charm. When can we do it? On the third try. Why? BECAUSE WE'RE FUCKING LOSERS AND IT TAKES US THREE ATTEMPTS TO WRITE SOMETHING OUT.
FUCK. Just... REMEMBERING THAT STUPID FUCKING JOURNAL ENTRY makes me so mad. AND I SIT HERE and I see it.
Its a viscous fucking cycle! Cycle of doom! DOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
...
Okay... threw the Frog out the window screaming doom. Fourth try! Super FUCKING LOSER try time. Yeah!
Uh... huh. Was already lifting it over my head to throw it out the window. Gotta try... harder. Control. CONTROL.
Just... focus. Calm. Melodies... la, la l-....
...
Moth here. We had to tie Picasso down again. She started freaking the fuck out. And by we, I mean me. LeCroix took off about 10 minutes before Picasso's latest episode. Said she was going out for 'Research'. Didn't say on what though. Or where. Or when she was coming back. I find it concerning.
Back on Picasso, I went through a lot of trouble to keep her out of those books because I knew she would get like this. I was kind of surprised myself. I know he snapped when he went rogue but... its hard to imagine Duckie acting like a screaming raving fucking lunatic.
Maybe that's just the nature of Wrath...
Uhghhhhh.... I shouldn't have left that bookmark in the journal. I don't know if I can take another night of Picasso screaming and slamming herself against the wall.
I think, I'm just gonna leave her in the trunk tonight. Hope to god she doesn't attract police or something.
Anyways, lets try this a fifth time shall we?
We're in Black Lake. Its a small town in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, Sloth [the Betrayer] use to frequent here back when Duckie was an agent.
I know for a fact there must still be something in this town. When I was still working for Fracture, he use to send me here every Month to spend a night at Black Lake Inn. I never really questioned it but seeing how this has apparently been a tradition for four years now there must be something about the town that's tied to him.
Something we can use against him.
Moth Out. [Ending Picasso's Entry.]
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Sniper
Moth here...
So Picasso ran off while I was off getting supplies and LeCroix was in the bathroom. That's what 'Blondie' actually calls herself, by the way, LeCroix. I have no idea why Picasso calls her Blondie. Her hair isn't Blonde.
Now, if it was up to Picasso there would probably be an eight paragraph explanation of how her little trip went. That's not happening. We don't have time, I'm certain we have someone right on our tail right now. So I had Picasso summarize it in a sentence.
"Lys was a FUZZY and playful little fur ball of PRIMAL ANIMAL RAGE. Cat was saucy and had delicious meatballs! And the spaghetti was cuddly and CU-... err... HANDSOME "
Beyond that likely inaccurate mess of words, this covers about all you really need to know.
So Picasso ran off while we weren't watching her like the two year old she is. Fortunately, she left that delayed post for us and I caught it before it went up and delayed it further. She was even nice enough to tell us where she was going in that little post, to visit Lys. I think if that had gone up without us noticing it, she'd be dead right now.
So, I called up a friend to find out where where Lys was. I was surprised find my contact was out of station. It took a little while for them to pull up the information while they were out in the field, but they gave us our lead and from there we were able to track down Picasso. Fortunately, she wasn't more than an hours drive away.
From there, LeCroix and I decided we should use this opportunity to test a theory.
See, LeCroix seems to believe Fracture has figured out a way to track our Path usage. I found that to be highly unlikely but not impossible. But it was something we could finally test here since Picasso Paths everywhere whenever she goes off on her own.
So her idea was that we follow Picasso around for the day and essentially use her and Lys as bait to see if anyone showed up to kill them. After I used a piece of paper to explain the incident we had with Picasso getting sniped, I could she was starting to have second thoughts on her little plan but be we pressed on with it anyways confident that even if her Path usage had given away her location, that Fracture would not have had the kind of time he would need to get a sniper into position on such short notice.
The little experiment was starting to look like a dud until Picasso and Lys left the restaurant they had stopped to eat at. LeCroix and I noticed that someone followed them out and tailed them all the way to the hotel they eventually retired to. Funny thing about stalkers, they don't tend to notice you stalking them.
From there we followed the stalker to a nearby roof but had to stop just short of the roof entrance. There were two masked figures there guarding the door. I saw the stalker on his phone on the way up. He must have been calling in some security detail so no one would disturb him.
LeCroix turned out the lights and I took the blunt side of my spear to their heads. I wasn't against killing them but at this point I was pretty sure that was a sniper on the roof and his head would send a much louder message to Fracture to fuck off.
I was busy tucking away the bodies of those two guards and I guess LeCroix went ahead without me. The next thing I hear is gunshots on the roof.
I ran up to see if she was okay to find she was the only one up there. Apparently I was right, It was a Sniper. LeCroix tried to hold him up at gun point and he fled through a path portal and she fired a few rounds in after him.
Not exactly the clear message I wanted to send with my plans for a mutilated sniper corpse but I guess it'll have to do.
By this point it was already morning. I went ahead and grabbed Picasso and the three of us hit the road again, much to Lys' concern and dismay.
At this point it would seem that LeCroix was right. Unless we're missing something here, it would certainly seem Fracture is tracking us through our Path usage somehow. I'm not sure how though. That still doesn't seem possible to me.
But at least now we know and Picasso is safe. I'm going to call this a win.
Moth out.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
To Moth it May Concern...
YOUR A FUCKING MUTE! YOU DON'T TALK. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING MUTE. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. YOU DRESS YOURSELF FUNNY.
Also I left. I'm gonna go see Lys. I THINK, I can help her with the same thingy.
Since I don't open path portals, I literally rip them open TEARS, I was thinking maybe I could make a tear to Sam, assuming there really is a place where hes just chilling out their like a SACK OF SAD POTATOES.
Plus I'll get to see Lys and Cat. That'll be AWESOME.
Tell Blondie I'm sorry for running off without saying anything. TELL YOURSELF TO GO FUCK YOURSELF.
I can totally take care of myself! I got this. I SO GOT THIS. Its crazy how incredibly much I got this. Like you wouldn't believe.
See you when I get bored and come back. GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Picasso Delayed Entry End.
~
Edit: Moth here.
Picasso left this post behind on a delayed timer so it would go up a few hours after she left. Thankfully I caught and turned it off. This post was an incredibly stupid idea that accomplished little more than telling Fracture we were both divide and unprepared to deal with him or his people.
I have already tracked her dumb ass down and she is safe again, as of yesterday morning.
I'll write up something myself about tracking her down soon but we need to keep moving right now. I made a few Path trips to rush her return and I think Fracture found a way to track track those...
Moth Out.
Also I left. I'm gonna go see Lys. I THINK, I can help her with the same thingy.
Since I don't open path portals, I literally rip them open TEARS, I was thinking maybe I could make a tear to Sam, assuming there really is a place where hes just chilling out their like a SACK OF SAD POTATOES.
Plus I'll get to see Lys and Cat. That'll be AWESOME.
Tell Blondie I'm sorry for running off without saying anything. TELL YOURSELF TO GO FUCK YOURSELF.
I can totally take care of myself! I got this. I SO GOT THIS. Its crazy how incredibly much I got this. Like you wouldn't believe.
See you when I get bored and come back. GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Picasso Delayed Entry End.
~
Edit: Moth here.
Picasso left this post behind on a delayed timer so it would go up a few hours after she left. Thankfully I caught and turned it off. This post was an incredibly stupid idea that accomplished little more than telling Fracture we were both divide and unprepared to deal with him or his people.
I have already tracked her dumb ass down and she is safe again, as of yesterday morning.
I'll write up something myself about tracking her down soon but we need to keep moving right now. I made a few Path trips to rush her return and I think Fracture found a way to track track those...
Moth Out.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Rehab on the Run
Hate, this stupid keyboard and its stupid broken keys. I just want to run the damn thing through a grinder and take a sledge hammer to the shredded remains of this horrible source of technological despair.
Hate technology. I hate that its everywhere. That the manufactured newborn doesn't already own this world is absolutely baffling. Laptops, radios, phones, TVs, iPods, streetlights, cars, vending machines. His tools are absolutely fucking everywhere. More and more of the mundane things of our society are literally have computers tacked on into them as an advertised feature that seems to do fuck all on the consumers end. The manufactures use it to track us and study us. The newborn will use it to rule us.
I hear we are even shipping laptops to what few places in the world lack such things. Slow crushing our futures for a better, and brief, life in the present. We're all fucked. Father save us...
...
Picasso is doing better. Her stitches came out today. She tried to do a hand stand. That turned into a face stand and then a crumpled on the floor yelling profanities stand.
She hasn't been able to do much with that whole arm. I think she's suffering a bit of muscle loss in that arm from inactivity and that's fucking with her muscle memory. Or something. I think that's how that works.
I've been pushing her to do one handed push ups, pull ups, finger work, and to try to use that arm as her primary attack arm in spars. I then try to make her do normal push ups, pull ups, and a shorter spar in her normal stance and style.
Not that she seems to quite grasp what I'm asking of her... burden of the unspoken word.
This post is more for her than anything else, so she can read it and understand what I'm asking of her.
And now I publish, pass this over to her, and hopefully we'll see a more productive rehabilitation session.
She'll need to be strong if she's gonna take down Duckie, hollowed or not.
Moth out.
Hate technology. I hate that its everywhere. That the manufactured newborn doesn't already own this world is absolutely baffling. Laptops, radios, phones, TVs, iPods, streetlights, cars, vending machines. His tools are absolutely fucking everywhere. More and more of the mundane things of our society are literally have computers tacked on into them as an advertised feature that seems to do fuck all on the consumers end. The manufactures use it to track us and study us. The newborn will use it to rule us.
I hear we are even shipping laptops to what few places in the world lack such things. Slow crushing our futures for a better, and brief, life in the present. We're all fucked. Father save us...
...
Picasso is doing better. Her stitches came out today. She tried to do a hand stand. That turned into a face stand and then a crumpled on the floor yelling profanities stand.
She hasn't been able to do much with that whole arm. I think she's suffering a bit of muscle loss in that arm from inactivity and that's fucking with her muscle memory. Or something. I think that's how that works.
I've been pushing her to do one handed push ups, pull ups, finger work, and to try to use that arm as her primary attack arm in spars. I then try to make her do normal push ups, pull ups, and a shorter spar in her normal stance and style.
Not that she seems to quite grasp what I'm asking of her... burden of the unspoken word.
This post is more for her than anything else, so she can read it and understand what I'm asking of her.
And now I publish, pass this over to her, and hopefully we'll see a more productive rehabilitation session.
She'll need to be strong if she's gonna take down Duckie, hollowed or not.
Moth out.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The Dreamers... Dreams? FUCK YOU TOO!
I can rhyme dream with dream if I want to! YOUR NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER.
Asshole.
QUIT JUDGING ME.
...
Right so, I feel better... ish. I'm not completely like, healed but I can do jumping jacks and like AN push-up if I try hard. I don't know if the wound is still there but THE FUCKING MUTE seems to think so. He won't take these stitches out even if I just sit there and yell to do so it must not be time. I guess. NO idea. Fucking mutes.
...
You know whats funny? Like REALLY funny? I don't think Daddy is after us. JUST Lord Gutless Fracture. I guess that doesn't make us runners... maybe? We ARE running. Are you a runner if its just the proxies after you? I don't... know. SOMEONE TELL ME.
Maybe its because of Moth? He still thinks of himself as a proxy. I assume so at least. His STUPID always wear a mask thing is like, a sign of Faith or something.
"We are GIANT TOOLS. Show no spirit, bear no soul, bear only Father's will."
Something RIDICULOUS like that. I forget the sales pitch. Not that its their sales pitch. Fracture has to fucking make up that shit for them. Lazy ASSHOLES.
Mute is not a legitimate handicap, its just LAZY .
...
You know, I was thinking... WHAT IF THIS IS LIKE a David Banks deal thing.
I see Moth fidget and squirm in his dreams... some nights he even wakes up SCREAMNG. Can Daddy do that to you? Can he give you orders in your dreams?
MAYBE THEY ARE HAVING ENTIRE CONVERSATIONS IN THERE?! Bartering and stuff! Do you think Moth keeps me safe?
You know, I also wake up to find hes already gone too... hunting in the morning when I sleep? SUPER SECRET DOUBLE LIFE HUNTING without me for Daddy, FOR me?
Moth, if your reading this and you're doing that, FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND.
This is JUST as much FATHERS FAULT as it is Fractures and I will not take his FUCKING HELP FOR A SINGLE FUCKING MOMENT.
This will be MY REVENGE. I AM killing Duckie and so help me god if I found out you are making deals with THAT WORTHLESS FACELESS FREAK I will permanently stick you to the wall via a knife through the BACK OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.
I'll let you help because Duckie hurt you too BUT THIS MESS IS DADDY'S DOING. HE DID THIS TO US and he is not to be trusted! EVERYONE must pay...
So stop it.
Picasso Entry End.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Blondie
Not this blondie.
A new one. Although, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HER REAL NAME. Its just what I call her.
She reminds me a heartless blond haired bitch. Blondie doesn't have blond hair though. She does act just as inhuman, cold, and calculated as the heartless blond haired bitch did though. So I call her blondie, just like I use to call that heartless blond haired bitch blondie.
Also, I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD. Seriously, what the FUCKING FUCK.
Like that STUPID SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE could ever HOPE to imitate me for ANY length of time. FUCKING SERIOUSLY.
...
Right... this post is supposed to be about Blondie.
So, Moth had just gotten back from food shopping. He brought back lots of delicious can! MOST of which HAD FOOD in them. Most of them. I'm not sure why he brings back empty cans or WHERE THE FUCK he even gets them. Its a mystery.
He came home and redid my stitched. I keep ripping them open... THEY ARE SO restricting. The wound would probably be gone already if I didn't keep tearing it open every day.
I can't help it. I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL!
So he restitched me, which hurt like FUCK. And then he got to putting the foods into our bags.
I took the opportunity to play with my brothers sword a little. I LOVE this thing. Its so cool. FUCK HATCHES, swords are awesome.
Like, SUPER FUCKING DOPER MEGA SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME. To the power of 5!
I was trying to be careful so I wouldn't rip my wound open again. But that arm isn't very strong in general and I lost my grip while I was playing with it and it... sort of... went through a wall.
Cheap FUCKING motel.
I didn't even have to fucking turn around to know Moth was giving me the EVIL EYE.
"YOU shut the fuck up! It's not my fault, the sword did it. Its being a GIGANTIC FUCKING BABY."
That's when we got a knock on the wall. I guess our WHINY neighbor wasn't to happy about the sword that had just gone through their wall.
"Hello? Everyone okay in there?" I asked pulling out the sword with my good arm. "HELLO?!"
A deep voice answered back. "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep you damn kids."
"FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE... sorry about your wall..." and I taped a piece of paper over the hole to hide it. Good as NEW!
Then there was another bang on the wall. I'm was pretty sure at the time that that ASSHOLE has thrown his shoe. Not entirely sure what happened now.
"Asshole. Can we PLEASE move again? I HATE our neighbors. That ones obviously an asshole," I said moving to the other wall and knocking on it. "Don't EVEN know if there someone in this room."
I looked back across the room to see Moth with an his ear to the wall. Ease dropping in on our new neighbors I assumed.
"What's up?" I asked. I could see concern in his eyes. Something was wrong.
He knocked against the wall I had put a hole in. Gently at first but he slowly KNOCKED louder and LOUDER until it got loud enough that that ASSHOLE could possibly have ignored it.
No response from the other side though. I realized it then to. Something was fishy with the NEIGHBORS.
We Nodded to each other. We were pretty sure this was another of Fracture's attacks and we were prepared this time.
I started singing and while I kept them destracted with my position, Moth snuck out the back window and went to go ambush our ambushers.
"If you go down in the woods today you're in for a surprise,
If you go down in the woods today you'd better close your eyes!
They're dying down in the woods today! They scream and Cry before Puss Filled Eyes.
And if you go down to the woods today,.."
I stopped there and waited for my cue. It came in the sound of the neighbor's door smashing open. I quickly RIPPED OPEN a path portal and stepped through to where I was assuming would be our ambushers flank to assist Moth in fighting them.
"...That SCREAMING never dies!" I sang on my way in finishing the song. I'm a sucker for good theatrics.
I stepped in to find that our ambushers was an ambusher. Just one. A GIRL! Moth was wrestling with her get a hold of the gun she had on her.
He managed to strip the gun of its clip and unchambered the round it had in it and gave her a bit of space to see what she would do. She IMMEDIATELY pulled out a clip and tried to reload her firearm. Moth tackled her ass HARD to the ground.
I walked over and put a foot on the had that was hold the gun to keep it down.
"What the fuck do you want lady?" I asked her leaning over he a bit.
"You're Proxies right?" she asked struggling a bit under moth's weight.
"He is. I'm NOT!"
"Bullshit. It's not Halloween, only proxies run around masked full time."
And with that she managed to get a hand free and pulled a little knife and made a swipe for my leg.
I barely dodged the swipe but it cost me ALL of my balance. I fell back back, HARD on my ASS.
Moth to the opportunity to grab her by the head and spam said hard hard on the ground, knocking her out. Surprised it didn't FUCKING KILLER her. She's made of tough stuff.
So we tied her up and felt her up. We HAD to be thorough. She looked resourceful. We separated her from her bags, emptied her pockets and ... PLACES... and then we waited for her to wake up.
I was happy when she finally stirred awake. I though she might have DIED at some point.
"MORNING SLEEPY HEAD," he announced.
She didn't respond. Just made a slow sweep of the room.
"I was worried you might have a concussion. DO YOU?! How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Do you have anything useful to say or do you just have a need to run that mouth dry?" the BITCH said glaring up at me as she struggled against the rope.
"Release me, now."
"I don't WANNA. You'll just attack us again."
"Promise not to make it long and painful."
"FUCK THAT. I promise not to pistol WHIP you to death with you're OWN gun."
"Experienced it already," she remarked. Kind of an odd remark with all that NOT DEAD that she is.
"You claimed not to be a proxy, state what you are then."
"Donno. WHATEVER I WANT, I guess. I've got people to kill. And I do it for me," I said stomping my foot. "NOT for the worthless, faceless, fuck!"
"A proxy turned serial killer... this change of information hasn't altered anything.""
"Fuck you too. What's YOUR story?"
"That's a need to know basis, and all you need to know is I'm eradicating you and your kind. How hurry up and release me already."
"Why THE FUCK would I do that?"
"Because the longer you allow me to sit here the more hostile I will become over time. You're allowing me time to think and I will not be bound forever."
"Analysis: If you're already hostile, why does it matter if your hostilities worsen?"
"Because my mind is preoccupied with other matters rather than to immediately kill you."
"I want a promise that you won't KILL ME!"
"Promises mean something to your kind?" she asked a bit surprised by the very notion. BITCH.
"Fact: It doesn't need to mean anything to me"
"Yet you ask for it."
"Affirmative. Sentiment is only needed on your end"
She gave me a funny look and spent a few minutes studying me before she finally answered, "I promise. Release me."
So I pulled out one of my WORTHLESS hatches and cut her free of the ropes.
As soon as she was free she moved over to the pile we had made with her things and started checking things over. She opened her mouth to say something as she turned but STOP IN HER TRACKS when she FINALLY noticed Moth was in the room too. He'd been sitting behind her on the bed the whole time, like a CREEPER.
She took a minute to do that CREEPY thing she likes to do where she looks you up and down and then pretends she wasn't staring even if you WATCHED HER do it. She finally got back to putting her stuff away. "Names?"
"I'm Picasso. The STUPID FUCKING MUTE is Moth."
She absent mindedly nodded in response looking like THE SOURPUSS she is. She eventually turned back to Moth. "Do you still have my ammo?"
Moth just shook HIS HEAD and then pointed back at her pile of stuff to indicated where we put the ammo.
Fucking MUTE.
"Very well," she said going back to sorting through her own stuff.
I came over to get a look at her stuff curious on what all she had that she was fussing over it all SO MUCH.
"WHATCHA GOT?!" I asked.
She jumped a bit and turn to us making A BIT OF distance from me to her. "Supplies. All you really need to know..." she says giving us ANOTHER ONE of those looks. "How old are you two?"
"I'm 18. Shit breath turned 17 recently. Hes a BIG BOY now."
"Teenagers..."
"Yes. I guess. FOR NOW! Not an OLD LADY yet like you," I teased. She looked... maybe in her early twenties? Not much older, but definitely older then me.
"Not by much" she teased back letting a bit of sass slip through before she BIT her lip and went back to her COLD BITCH self. "So explain this to me, you're proxies... but not proxies?"
"I want someone dead. My boss said NO. We said FUCK YOU. And now they are after us. I won't stop until that ASSHOLE and my LYING boss are dead. I have no idea why the STUPID MUTE is helping me. Same goals I assume."
"So... you're not a proxy anymore... but he still is... but you both separated from your cult?"
"Yes. Fuck them."
"What exactly is... the difference between you two then?"
"He blames the cult. I blame EVERYONE."
"... And you expect me to let you live?"
"Its not like I'm running around KILLING EVERYONE. Just, those that deserve it. One asshole so far... and some hollows."
"Proxies killing proxies?"
"That guy was a cockroach... we thought... he tried to kill us. He was PARANOID as fuck! We sent him out to sea to bleed to death with the FISHIES."
She looked up to Moth for confirmation. "I'M NOT FUCKING LYING!"
"So you are attacking..."
"Bad people, people who side with Fracture, and DUCKIE!"
"No civilian casualties?"
"Nope. Just some hollows, some proxies... that one STUPID FUCKING COCKROACH... and some frogs"
"Runners will die out eventually, mostly a lost cause. Already infected... What happens afterwards if you succeed in your revenge?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll take a vacation. Go RUNNING FOR MY LIFE in the Alaskan sun. I hear its nice up there."
"No more killing?"
"Unless they DESERVE it!"
"Hmm.... Perhaps then I'll save you both for last," she said turning her attention back to her stuff. "Decide then."
AFTER ALL THAT she was STILL FUCKING PLANNING to KILL ME. STUPID CUNT BITCH.
"Save him for last! YOU MADE A PROMISE!" I SCREAMED getting RIGHT THE FUCK in her face.
She froze up and looked me over for a moment before shrugging BRUSHING ME OFF like I was NOTHING. "We'll see. You're infected like the rest of them. My hopes are not high for your future."
"And you're not infected?"
"I am but killing myself in the middle of things takes away the point."
"Just keep your FUCKING PROMISE, okay?"
She looked at me all confuseded. "I do not understand you."
"I get that, A LOT"
She gave me more funny looks before she finally pulled her bag over her shoulder and moved for the door.
"Well, our business here is concluded for now."
"KEEP YOUR PROMISE," I yelled.
"That solely depends on you... I'll be watching you both."
Before she could disappear out the door Moth ran over and pulled her into a hug and them moves back over to his corner like the RIDICULOUS FUCKING CREEPER that he is.
She froze up until he finally let go and moved.
"Please... clarify?" she asked looking to me for an explanation on WHAT THE FUCK just happened.
"He hugs people. EVERYONE BUT ME! I think its a not talking thing."
"I wouldn't have taken him for one to do that... especially to someone that was ready to shoot him," she says looking into her bag. Think she might have been considering shooting him RIGHT FUCKING THEN.
"Hard to say what thoughts hide behind that STUPID FUCKING MASK"
"I do not think you're one to talk about masks..." she said giving me more CREEPY looks.
"Its not a mask... its pieces of... PIECES. Your one to talk... Blondie!"
"Except for the fact that I'm not blonde," she said taking on a SLY smirk. "Color blind, girl?"
"I... maybe! You... remind me of blonde."
"Oooh, not a good save. Continue believing what you will. I have a bus to wait for," she said disappearing out the door.
"Bye blondie! I'll miss you"
"Doubtful," she yelled back. And she was right. THAT BITCH IS CRAZY. Like, THE SCARY KIND.
As soon as she was out the door WE GRABBED OUR SHIT AND RAN FOR IT.
I looked back for a moment and noticed she could see us from the bus stop scrambling to leave.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK, RUN!" I yelled to Moth and we FUCKING BOOKED IT out the window.
And that is how I met Blondie. Fun as she was... kind of hoping that doesn't happen again.
Picasso ENTRY end.
A new one. Although, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HER REAL NAME. Its just what I call her.
She reminds me a heartless blond haired bitch. Blondie doesn't have blond hair though. She does act just as inhuman, cold, and calculated as the heartless blond haired bitch did though. So I call her blondie, just like I use to call that heartless blond haired bitch blondie.
Also, I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD. Seriously, what the FUCKING FUCK.
Like that STUPID SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE could ever HOPE to imitate me for ANY length of time. FUCKING SERIOUSLY.
...
Right... this post is supposed to be about Blondie.
So, Moth had just gotten back from food shopping. He brought back lots of delicious can! MOST of which HAD FOOD in them. Most of them. I'm not sure why he brings back empty cans or WHERE THE FUCK he even gets them. Its a mystery.
He came home and redid my stitched. I keep ripping them open... THEY ARE SO restricting. The wound would probably be gone already if I didn't keep tearing it open every day.
I can't help it. I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL!
So he restitched me, which hurt like FUCK. And then he got to putting the foods into our bags.
I took the opportunity to play with my brothers sword a little. I LOVE this thing. Its so cool. FUCK HATCHES, swords are awesome.
Like, SUPER FUCKING DOPER MEGA SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME. To the power of 5!
I was trying to be careful so I wouldn't rip my wound open again. But that arm isn't very strong in general and I lost my grip while I was playing with it and it... sort of... went through a wall.
Cheap FUCKING motel.
I didn't even have to fucking turn around to know Moth was giving me the EVIL EYE.
"YOU shut the fuck up! It's not my fault, the sword did it. Its being a GIGANTIC FUCKING BABY."
That's when we got a knock on the wall. I guess our WHINY neighbor wasn't to happy about the sword that had just gone through their wall.
"Hello? Everyone okay in there?" I asked pulling out the sword with my good arm. "HELLO?!"
A deep voice answered back. "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep you damn kids."
"FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE... sorry about your wall..." and I taped a piece of paper over the hole to hide it. Good as NEW!
Then there was another bang on the wall. I'm was pretty sure at the time that that ASSHOLE has thrown his shoe. Not entirely sure what happened now.
"Asshole. Can we PLEASE move again? I HATE our neighbors. That ones obviously an asshole," I said moving to the other wall and knocking on it. "Don't EVEN know if there someone in this room."
I looked back across the room to see Moth with an his ear to the wall. Ease dropping in on our new neighbors I assumed.
"What's up?" I asked. I could see concern in his eyes. Something was wrong.
He knocked against the wall I had put a hole in. Gently at first but he slowly KNOCKED louder and LOUDER until it got loud enough that that ASSHOLE could possibly have ignored it.
No response from the other side though. I realized it then to. Something was fishy with the NEIGHBORS.
We Nodded to each other. We were pretty sure this was another of Fracture's attacks and we were prepared this time.
I started singing and while I kept them destracted with my position, Moth snuck out the back window and went to go ambush our ambushers.
"If you go down in the woods today you're in for a surprise,
If you go down in the woods today you'd better close your eyes!
They're dying down in the woods today! They scream and Cry before Puss Filled Eyes.
And if you go down to the woods today,.."
I stopped there and waited for my cue. It came in the sound of the neighbor's door smashing open. I quickly RIPPED OPEN a path portal and stepped through to where I was assuming would be our ambushers flank to assist Moth in fighting them.
"...That SCREAMING never dies!" I sang on my way in finishing the song. I'm a sucker for good theatrics.
I stepped in to find that our ambushers was an ambusher. Just one. A GIRL! Moth was wrestling with her get a hold of the gun she had on her.
He managed to strip the gun of its clip and unchambered the round it had in it and gave her a bit of space to see what she would do. She IMMEDIATELY pulled out a clip and tried to reload her firearm. Moth tackled her ass HARD to the ground.
I walked over and put a foot on the had that was hold the gun to keep it down.
"What the fuck do you want lady?" I asked her leaning over he a bit.
"You're Proxies right?" she asked struggling a bit under moth's weight.
"He is. I'm NOT!"
"Bullshit. It's not Halloween, only proxies run around masked full time."
And with that she managed to get a hand free and pulled a little knife and made a swipe for my leg.
I barely dodged the swipe but it cost me ALL of my balance. I fell back back, HARD on my ASS.
Moth to the opportunity to grab her by the head and spam said hard hard on the ground, knocking her out. Surprised it didn't FUCKING KILLER her. She's made of tough stuff.
So we tied her up and felt her up. We HAD to be thorough. She looked resourceful. We separated her from her bags, emptied her pockets and ... PLACES... and then we waited for her to wake up.
I was happy when she finally stirred awake. I though she might have DIED at some point.
"MORNING SLEEPY HEAD," he announced.
She didn't respond. Just made a slow sweep of the room.
"I was worried you might have a concussion. DO YOU?! How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Do you have anything useful to say or do you just have a need to run that mouth dry?" the BITCH said glaring up at me as she struggled against the rope.
"Release me, now."
"I don't WANNA. You'll just attack us again."
"Promise not to make it long and painful."
"FUCK THAT. I promise not to pistol WHIP you to death with you're OWN gun."
"Experienced it already," she remarked. Kind of an odd remark with all that NOT DEAD that she is.
"You claimed not to be a proxy, state what you are then."
"Donno. WHATEVER I WANT, I guess. I've got people to kill. And I do it for me," I said stomping my foot. "NOT for the worthless, faceless, fuck!"
"A proxy turned serial killer... this change of information hasn't altered anything.""
"Fuck you too. What's YOUR story?"
"That's a need to know basis, and all you need to know is I'm eradicating you and your kind. How hurry up and release me already."
"Why THE FUCK would I do that?"
"Because the longer you allow me to sit here the more hostile I will become over time. You're allowing me time to think and I will not be bound forever."
"Analysis: If you're already hostile, why does it matter if your hostilities worsen?"
"Because my mind is preoccupied with other matters rather than to immediately kill you."
"I want a promise that you won't KILL ME!"
"Promises mean something to your kind?" she asked a bit surprised by the very notion. BITCH.
"Fact: It doesn't need to mean anything to me"
"Yet you ask for it."
"Affirmative. Sentiment is only needed on your end"
She gave me a funny look and spent a few minutes studying me before she finally answered, "I promise. Release me."
So I pulled out one of my WORTHLESS hatches and cut her free of the ropes.
As soon as she was free she moved over to the pile we had made with her things and started checking things over. She opened her mouth to say something as she turned but STOP IN HER TRACKS when she FINALLY noticed Moth was in the room too. He'd been sitting behind her on the bed the whole time, like a CREEPER.
She took a minute to do that CREEPY thing she likes to do where she looks you up and down and then pretends she wasn't staring even if you WATCHED HER do it. She finally got back to putting her stuff away. "Names?"
"I'm Picasso. The STUPID FUCKING MUTE is Moth."
She absent mindedly nodded in response looking like THE SOURPUSS she is. She eventually turned back to Moth. "Do you still have my ammo?"
Moth just shook HIS HEAD and then pointed back at her pile of stuff to indicated where we put the ammo.
Fucking MUTE.
"Very well," she said going back to sorting through her own stuff.
I came over to get a look at her stuff curious on what all she had that she was fussing over it all SO MUCH.
"WHATCHA GOT?!" I asked.
She jumped a bit and turn to us making A BIT OF distance from me to her. "Supplies. All you really need to know..." she says giving us ANOTHER ONE of those looks. "How old are you two?"
"I'm 18. Shit breath turned 17 recently. Hes a BIG BOY now."
"Teenagers..."
"Yes. I guess. FOR NOW! Not an OLD LADY yet like you," I teased. She looked... maybe in her early twenties? Not much older, but definitely older then me.
"Not by much" she teased back letting a bit of sass slip through before she BIT her lip and went back to her COLD BITCH self. "So explain this to me, you're proxies... but not proxies?"
"I want someone dead. My boss said NO. We said FUCK YOU. And now they are after us. I won't stop until that ASSHOLE and my LYING boss are dead. I have no idea why the STUPID MUTE is helping me. Same goals I assume."
"So... you're not a proxy anymore... but he still is... but you both separated from your cult?"
"Yes. Fuck them."
"What exactly is... the difference between you two then?"
"He blames the cult. I blame EVERYONE."
"... And you expect me to let you live?"
"Its not like I'm running around KILLING EVERYONE. Just, those that deserve it. One asshole so far... and some hollows."
"Proxies killing proxies?"
"That guy was a cockroach... we thought... he tried to kill us. He was PARANOID as fuck! We sent him out to sea to bleed to death with the FISHIES."
She looked up to Moth for confirmation. "I'M NOT FUCKING LYING!"
"So you are attacking..."
"Bad people, people who side with Fracture, and DUCKIE!"
"No civilian casualties?"
"Nope. Just some hollows, some proxies... that one STUPID FUCKING COCKROACH... and some frogs"
"Runners will die out eventually, mostly a lost cause. Already infected... What happens afterwards if you succeed in your revenge?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll take a vacation. Go RUNNING FOR MY LIFE in the Alaskan sun. I hear its nice up there."
"No more killing?"
"Unless they DESERVE it!"
"Hmm.... Perhaps then I'll save you both for last," she said turning her attention back to her stuff. "Decide then."
AFTER ALL THAT she was STILL FUCKING PLANNING to KILL ME. STUPID CUNT BITCH.
"Save him for last! YOU MADE A PROMISE!" I SCREAMED getting RIGHT THE FUCK in her face.
She froze up and looked me over for a moment before shrugging BRUSHING ME OFF like I was NOTHING. "We'll see. You're infected like the rest of them. My hopes are not high for your future."
"And you're not infected?"
"I am but killing myself in the middle of things takes away the point."
"Just keep your FUCKING PROMISE, okay?"
She looked at me all confuseded. "I do not understand you."
"I get that, A LOT"
She gave me more funny looks before she finally pulled her bag over her shoulder and moved for the door.
"Well, our business here is concluded for now."
"KEEP YOUR PROMISE," I yelled.
"That solely depends on you... I'll be watching you both."
Before she could disappear out the door Moth ran over and pulled her into a hug and them moves back over to his corner like the RIDICULOUS FUCKING CREEPER that he is.
She froze up until he finally let go and moved.
"Please... clarify?" she asked looking to me for an explanation on WHAT THE FUCK just happened.
"He hugs people. EVERYONE BUT ME! I think its a not talking thing."
"I wouldn't have taken him for one to do that... especially to someone that was ready to shoot him," she says looking into her bag. Think she might have been considering shooting him RIGHT FUCKING THEN.
"Hard to say what thoughts hide behind that STUPID FUCKING MASK"
"I do not think you're one to talk about masks..." she said giving me more CREEPY looks.
"Its not a mask... its pieces of... PIECES. Your one to talk... Blondie!"
"Except for the fact that I'm not blonde," she said taking on a SLY smirk. "Color blind, girl?"
"I... maybe! You... remind me of blonde."
"Oooh, not a good save. Continue believing what you will. I have a bus to wait for," she said disappearing out the door.
"Bye blondie! I'll miss you"
"Doubtful," she yelled back. And she was right. THAT BITCH IS CRAZY. Like, THE SCARY KIND.
As soon as she was out the door WE GRABBED OUR SHIT AND RAN FOR IT.
I looked back for a moment and noticed she could see us from the bus stop scrambling to leave.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK, RUN!" I yelled to Moth and we FUCKING BOOKED IT out the window.
And that is how I met Blondie. Fun as she was... kind of hoping that doesn't happen again.
Picasso ENTRY end.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Exaggerated Reports of my Death
They are exaggerated.
Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!
Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.
Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?
So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?
See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!
...
Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.
I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."
He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.
...
Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.
Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.
Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.
Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"
So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.
I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.
I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.
I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.
"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!"
I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...
'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?
I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.
It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....
'Click'
I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.
I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...
Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.
So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.
'Click'
"NO!!"
I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.
SCREAMS EVERYWHERE. FROM ME, THE BULLET, THE HALL, THE PORTAL, THE PATH, AND the TREE.
Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.
THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.
Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.
It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...
Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.
More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...
Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.
Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.
I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.
And I've been recovering ever since.
See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.
I'm fine.
Picasso Entry End.
Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!
Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.
Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?
So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?
See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!
...
Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.
I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."
He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.
...
Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.
Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.
Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.
Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"
So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.
I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.
I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.
I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.
"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!"
I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...
'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?
I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.
It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....
'Click'
I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.
I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...
Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.
So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.
'Click'
"NO!!"
I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.
SCREAMS EVERYWHERE. FROM ME, THE BULLET, THE HALL, THE PORTAL, THE PATH, AND the TREE.
Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.
THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.
Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.
It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...
Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.
More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...
Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.
Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.
I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.
And I've been recovering ever since.
See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.
I'm fine.
Picasso Entry End.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
TREE TRICKS
So.... this is... AWKWARD...
I crashed the car. Its fixed now. Moth was MAAAAD, I think. I can never quite tell with his STUPID MASK... but he was glaring. Although, he usually is.
Its not like it was my fault! THAT TREE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. And it TOTALLY FUCKING had it coming too. STUPID FUCKING TREE and its STUPID FUCKING EYES!
So that cost us the rest of the money we got for saving Kenny. BACK TO FAST FOOD AND CANNED GOODS!
Wheee...
I'll be sad when we run out of gas money, because its also FOOD MONEY. I miss my allowance.
I guess if things get bad enough we could always pawn off one of the extra frogs we stole at a pet store. Actually tried that sometime back. BITCH WOULDN'T TAKE MY FROG! Kept trying to send me to a pawn shop.
CAN'T PAWN FROGS, stupid.
So... reccap for this post...
Secret thing progress these last few days: ZERO
Spent most of our time sitting around waiting for the car to fix.
Wrote up some moreSister girl Nee-Chan AWESOME in that time. So... here is that... I GUESS...
...
Days and days ago now, after the car ride TO SAFETY.
We arrived at a motel to hide out at and recover. Moth and Nee-Chan climbed out of the car. I crawled out of the window. CONFORMITY IS BAD.
"So... are uh... you and Theta gonna... HANG OUT for a whole or...?" I asked Nee-Chan as I scrambled off the floor to the feet in ELEGANT STYLE.
"No idea. I'm sorta hoping so though!"
"You don't know? How's that possible? YOU LETTING YOUR STUPID MUTE CALL THE SHOTS!?"
"Lord Theta can talk. He just doesn't do it very often. Hes super gloomy like that."
"CAPTAIN DOOM AND GLOOM CALLING THE SHOTS!?" I demanded noting her OBVIOUS DODGE.
"Between us, yeah mostly. He can do it better than I can. He's always so focused and serious... I tend to get distracted..."
"Its your AWESOME PINK HAIR. I would get distracted if my hair was THAT awesome."
That's when Moth FUCKING SLUGGED ME... AGAIN.
"AH! THE FUCK?!"
Nee-Chan started giggling at my hair gushing though. "At least my face doesn't look like a half finished Jigsaw puzzle," she said poking the mask piece on my cheek. I bit at finger playfully..
"I'll have you know ITS A STATUS SYMBOL!... in France... AND AMONG CERTAIN HANDLERS... But mostly just in France..."
That's about when Theta finally pulled up. He stuck his head out of the car and said one thing, "Nee-Chan."
I called back before he could leave with her, "YOU TWO STAYING?!"
I think that kind of caught him off guard.
"Can we pleeeaassee Lord Theta?!" pleading Nee-Chan making adorable pink hair flavored faces.
"COME ON, Lord Egyptian Death God... guy!" I begged flaunting my own hair based cuteness.
He finally sighed and caved. "I'll call and ask. No promises though..."
I was so happy I hugged Moth. And then shoved him away into the car before Nee-Chan or Theta could catch onto my silly mistake.
Neither of them seemed to notice though. Nee-Chan was to busy hugging her own WORTHLESS MUTE.
Moth ran off to pay for a room real quick and then we headed off to enjoy a soft bed thing.
"God hes a downer," I said commenting on Theta on the way to the room. "MIGHT PREFER A MUTE AFTER ALL."
"Be nice," she giggled.
"NEVER!" I declared.
And into the room we were.
So Moth went to doing... stupid mute thing around the room. I... I'd say I never asked what the hell he was doing before but HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK so that would be REDUNDANT.
Nee-Chan sat down on the bed. I climbed onto the table. "So is your boss nice? WILL THEY LET YOU STAY?!"
"Well... Senior Tempest is strict... shes also kind of scary... even Lord Theta fears her... but shes fair so she might!" she said taking on a big smile. "So what are you guys gonna do after this?" she asked as she started bouncing up and down on the bed. Still sitting, but BOUNCING. In place.
I stood up so I could maintain PERFECT eye contact with her. I moving up and down with her as she bobbed to keep our eyes PERFECTLY LEVELED. "NO IDEA! Moth pointed at something on the map to indicate our next move but since," I said turning towards him with a pause. "HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK," I screamed turning back to Nee-Chan to resume our PERFECT EYE CONTACT, "I don't actually FUCKING know."
That seemed to make Nee-Chan giggle again. Adorable little laughing... THING...
"You two are funny," she smiled. "Are you always so mean to each other?"
"Of course, HES A DICK," I declared. Moth wandered over while still doing Moth stuff and slugged me which made her giggle some more.
But then she put on a SERIOUS face. "Even still... deep down, you two only really have each other right?"
"He does! I also have MYSELF!" I declared before FUCK FACE wander by and slugged me again.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
He followed that up the same way he always does... glared and went back to doing shit I DON'T CARE ABOUT.
So I turned my attention back to Nee-Chan.
"What about you? Do you have anyone?"
"I... Don't..." she started. I could see light fade from her eyes. He voice lost flavor. No energy or soul in her words anymore. Her fire faded and I could see she was breaking herself trying to deal with it. "I had... Messi Boy and Poe Girl but they're got gone now... Messi never really liked me anyways... and Senior Morningstar was..."
Shallower and shallower. Her words had less and less energy in them until they simply stopped coming out. I got the sense she was still talking... but she was broken and I couldn't hear it anymore.
Sudden fear. Mild panic breathed new life into her. "Ah," she said looking up to realize she still had an audience. "I'm sorry! That was... nothing. It was stupid. Unimportant," she insisted shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
I had to stomp my foot hard on the ground to finally catch her attention and shut her up. "SHUT UP!"
If she kept going on like that... she might bright for good.
"THERE IS NOTHING... wrong with being upset over losing someone, REGARDLESS of how you lost them! I WOULD NOT BE DOING, if not for all I've lost."
I leaned in real close to make sure this got through to her. "NEVER, EVER, FORGIVE THEM"
I don't know if that got through to her though. We were interrupted with Theta knocking on the door. FUCKER.
Moth opened the door to let him.
He stepped maybe a foot in and started talking without so much as closing the FUCKING door.
"We can stay tonight and tomorrow. We have to leave for home the morning after that," he explained.
The news seemed to have fixed Nee-Chan right up. She sprang up to her feet and ran over and hugged Theta giggling like an adorable giggle farm. I was relieved to see her no longer broken.
"Where do you want her?" asked Theta plainly.
"Can I stay with you guys? Pleeeaaasssee?!"
Moth nodded before I could answer and Nee-Chan let go of Theta and clung onto Moth instead.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Moth Boy!" she cheer ecstatically.
Not that Moth could be bothered to say or do anything. He just stared down at her coldly and waited for her to lose interest and move on. And eventually she did and moved back to sitting on the bed.
"So. Only two beds... is someone gonna share theirs or..." she asked as she pulled out and passively played with a Butterfly knife.
"You'll can share with ME! If you stay with Moth you might catch his terminal STUPIDITY."
"Yeah... besides... sharing a bed with a guy would be..." she started turning a little red and putting her fingers together to focus on them in a foreign mannerism denoting shyness. "Im-Improper..."
"Improper?"
"Y-Yeah... a boy and a girl... sharing a bed... all kinds of dirty things could happen to me..."
"What? I've never had the problem with Moth. We usually can't afford a place with more then one bed so we share a lot," I explained turn towards Moth. "HE HOGS THE FUCKING BLANKET."
"Does that mean... you've caught his Stupid?"
"Nope. I'M TOO SMART AND AWESOME. Makes me immune!"
"So you said I could share a bed with you right?" she asked again.
"YES!"
"Yay!" she smiled and cheered. "Thank you Twitch Girl!"
"NO PROBLEM Sister Gir-... Nee-Chan... sorry..."
Nee-Chan shook the knife she had been playing with at me both playfully and THREATENINGLY.
"Don't you forget it!"
"Don't tempt me!" I declared. "I'LL DESTROY US BOTH."
"I'd like to see you try!" she announced challenging me.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
I tackled her and we wrestled over her knife. Eyes DEADLOCKED as the knife waved back and forth, both of us trying to push it into the other ones THROAT.
Took me a minute to remember I didn't want to actually kill her. I started giggling. She did the same. And then we both let up on the knife. She tossed it aside, off the bed.
We curled into each other, exhausted and trying to catch our breaths.
"I almost killed you, moron."
"No! I almost killed you, Pink one!"
That's when she grabbed me and roll us to get above me.
"SNEAK ATTACK?!" I cried and rolled us back over to take back dominance.
She used my momentum to roll us further to the bed edge.
And it went on like that for most of the night. I won. I cheated for the pin. Cheating is how you win!
"Cheater," pouted Nee-Chan.
"Its how you WIN" I declared moving off of her.
She looked over at Moth. At some point he finished whatever it was he was doing and had taken to reading his stupid book.
"Twitch Girl, does he ever take mask of?"
"NOPE! He lifts it to eat, but never takes it off... that I've seen. WHY?!"
"Moth sweety... could you take your make off for me? I wanna see what you look like."
He glared back at her, same as ever.
"For meeeeee?" she begged flexing her cuteness.
He growled and lifted up his mask for a moment, showing off that DISGUSTING FUCKING FACE he hides, before bring it back down and going back to his book.
A face like the one Duckie was using while he was still wearing that loop...
Nee-Chan's words pierced through the growing screams and snapped me back to attention.
"Ohhhhh, someones blushing!" she giggled teasingly, an evil smirk spreading across her lips. "I think hes embaaaaaarrrrreeeessssed."
Moth growled again and tried to ignore us, focusing on his book.
"I think he is!" I giggled joining in. "SCARED OF GIRLS?!" I teased.
Nee-Chan could barely get her next taunt out, she was laughing so hard. "Hey Moth swwweeetttyyy... is that a switch blade in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?!" she asked and broke out laughing again.
Moth finally huffed and left the room with his book.
She broke out laughing some more. "Wow!" Nee-Chan declared. "Hes cute, but I didn't realize he was so young! He tries to come off as such a tough guy."
"GUESS THE MASK IS MEANT TO HIDE THE TRUTH!" I laughed stopping when I finally fully grasped what she had said.
"Wait... cute?"
She ignored me and kept going. She has SHIT taste in men. "Oh no! Hes so young! Am I gonna go to jail now or something?"
"It'll be our secret," I smiled reassuringly.
He both relaxed a bit took a moment to catch out breaths after all the laughing after that.
"This is so much fun," she eventually said. "Everyone back home is so serious and boring."
"I'll have to visit sometime so I can liven them up for you! May give that Tempest lady a hug for sending you... maybe."
"I'd like that," she smiled pulling me over into a hug. "I'm glad I got to meet you guys... you're a good friend Twitch girl."
"MORE LIKE THE GREATEST!" I declared cuddling up with her. "You're a good friend too."
"Thank you... Twitch Girl" she whispered, starting to pass out.
"Your welcome Pink one," I whispered closing my eyes and waiting til I was sure she was asleep to plant a kiss on her cheek before drifting off to sleep.
...
And then I wrote about it on my public blog so they could rag on her at work for me! Have fun with that Nee-Chan~! <3
Picasso's Entry End
I crashed the car. Its fixed now. Moth was MAAAAD, I think. I can never quite tell with his STUPID MASK... but he was glaring. Although, he usually is.
Its not like it was my fault! THAT TREE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. And it TOTALLY FUCKING had it coming too. STUPID FUCKING TREE and its STUPID FUCKING EYES!
QUIT STARING. QUIT BLEEDING. QUIT
FUCKING SCREAMING.
So that cost us the rest of the money we got for saving Kenny. BACK TO FAST FOOD AND CANNED GOODS!
Wheee...
I'll be sad when we run out of gas money, because its also FOOD MONEY. I miss my allowance.
I guess if things get bad enough we could always pawn off one of the extra frogs we stole at a pet store. Actually tried that sometime back. BITCH WOULDN'T TAKE MY FROG! Kept trying to send me to a pawn shop.
CAN'T PAWN FROGS, stupid.
So... reccap for this post...
Secret thing progress these last few days: ZERO
Spent most of our time sitting around waiting for the car to fix.
Wrote up some more
...
Days and days ago now, after the car ride TO SAFETY.
We arrived at a motel to hide out at and recover. Moth and Nee-Chan climbed out of the car. I crawled out of the window. CONFORMITY IS BAD.
"So... are uh... you and Theta gonna... HANG OUT for a whole or...?" I asked Nee-Chan as I scrambled off the floor to the feet in ELEGANT STYLE.
"No idea. I'm sorta hoping so though!"
"You don't know? How's that possible? YOU LETTING YOUR STUPID MUTE CALL THE SHOTS!?"
"Lord Theta can talk. He just doesn't do it very often. Hes super gloomy like that."
"CAPTAIN DOOM AND GLOOM CALLING THE SHOTS!?" I demanded noting her OBVIOUS DODGE.
"Between us, yeah mostly. He can do it better than I can. He's always so focused and serious... I tend to get distracted..."
"Its your AWESOME PINK HAIR. I would get distracted if my hair was THAT awesome."
That's when Moth FUCKING SLUGGED ME... AGAIN.
"AH! THE FUCK?!"
Nee-Chan started giggling at my hair gushing though. "At least my face doesn't look like a half finished Jigsaw puzzle," she said poking the mask piece on my cheek. I bit at finger playfully..
"I'll have you know ITS A STATUS SYMBOL!... in France... AND AMONG CERTAIN HANDLERS... But mostly just in France..."
That's about when Theta finally pulled up. He stuck his head out of the car and said one thing, "Nee-Chan."
I called back before he could leave with her, "YOU TWO STAYING?!"
I think that kind of caught him off guard.
"Can we pleeeaassee Lord Theta?!" pleading Nee-Chan making adorable pink hair flavored faces.
"COME ON, Lord Egyptian Death God... guy!" I begged flaunting my own hair based cuteness.
He finally sighed and caved. "I'll call and ask. No promises though..."
I was so happy I hugged Moth. And then shoved him away into the car before Nee-Chan or Theta could catch onto my silly mistake.
Neither of them seemed to notice though. Nee-Chan was to busy hugging her own WORTHLESS MUTE.
Moth ran off to pay for a room real quick and then we headed off to enjoy a soft bed thing.
"God hes a downer," I said commenting on Theta on the way to the room. "MIGHT PREFER A MUTE AFTER ALL."
"Be nice," she giggled.
"NEVER!" I declared.
And into the room we were.
So Moth went to doing... stupid mute thing around the room. I... I'd say I never asked what the hell he was doing before but HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK so that would be REDUNDANT.
Nee-Chan sat down on the bed. I climbed onto the table. "So is your boss nice? WILL THEY LET YOU STAY?!"
"Well... Senior Tempest is strict... shes also kind of scary... even Lord Theta fears her... but shes fair so she might!" she said taking on a big smile. "So what are you guys gonna do after this?" she asked as she started bouncing up and down on the bed. Still sitting, but BOUNCING. In place.
I stood up so I could maintain PERFECT eye contact with her. I moving up and down with her as she bobbed to keep our eyes PERFECTLY LEVELED. "NO IDEA! Moth pointed at something on the map to indicate our next move but since," I said turning towards him with a pause. "HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK," I screamed turning back to Nee-Chan to resume our PERFECT EYE CONTACT, "I don't actually FUCKING know."
That seemed to make Nee-Chan giggle again. Adorable little laughing... THING...
"You two are funny," she smiled. "Are you always so mean to each other?"
"Of course, HES A DICK," I declared. Moth wandered over while still doing Moth stuff and slugged me which made her giggle some more.
But then she put on a SERIOUS face. "Even still... deep down, you two only really have each other right?"
"He does! I also have MYSELF!" I declared before FUCK FACE wander by and slugged me again.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
He followed that up the same way he always does... glared and went back to doing shit I DON'T CARE ABOUT.
So I turned my attention back to Nee-Chan.
"What about you? Do you have anyone?"
"I... Don't..." she started. I could see light fade from her eyes. He voice lost flavor. No energy or soul in her words anymore. Her fire faded and I could see she was breaking herself trying to deal with it. "I had... Messi Boy and Poe Girl but they're got gone now... Messi never really liked me anyways... and Senior Morningstar was..."
Shallower and shallower. Her words had less and less energy in them until they simply stopped coming out. I got the sense she was still talking... but she was broken and I couldn't hear it anymore.
Sudden fear. Mild panic breathed new life into her. "Ah," she said looking up to realize she still had an audience. "I'm sorry! That was... nothing. It was stupid. Unimportant," she insisted shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
I had to stomp my foot hard on the ground to finally catch her attention and shut her up. "SHUT UP!"
If she kept going on like that... she might bright for good.
"THERE IS NOTHING... wrong with being upset over losing someone, REGARDLESS of how you lost them! I WOULD NOT BE DOING, if not for all I've lost."
I leaned in real close to make sure this got through to her. "NEVER, EVER, FORGIVE THEM"
I don't know if that got through to her though. We were interrupted with Theta knocking on the door. FUCKER.
Moth opened the door to let him.
He stepped maybe a foot in and started talking without so much as closing the FUCKING door.
"We can stay tonight and tomorrow. We have to leave for home the morning after that," he explained.
The news seemed to have fixed Nee-Chan right up. She sprang up to her feet and ran over and hugged Theta giggling like an adorable giggle farm. I was relieved to see her no longer broken.
"Where do you want her?" asked Theta plainly.
"Can I stay with you guys? Pleeeaaasssee?!"
Moth nodded before I could answer and Nee-Chan let go of Theta and clung onto Moth instead.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Moth Boy!" she cheer ecstatically.
Not that Moth could be bothered to say or do anything. He just stared down at her coldly and waited for her to lose interest and move on. And eventually she did and moved back to sitting on the bed.
"So. Only two beds... is someone gonna share theirs or..." she asked as she pulled out and passively played with a Butterfly knife.
"You'll can share with ME! If you stay with Moth you might catch his terminal STUPIDITY."
"Yeah... besides... sharing a bed with a guy would be..." she started turning a little red and putting her fingers together to focus on them in a foreign mannerism denoting shyness. "Im-Improper..."
"Improper?"
"Y-Yeah... a boy and a girl... sharing a bed... all kinds of dirty things could happen to me..."
"What? I've never had the problem with Moth. We usually can't afford a place with more then one bed so we share a lot," I explained turn towards Moth. "HE HOGS THE FUCKING BLANKET."
"Does that mean... you've caught his Stupid?"
"Nope. I'M TOO SMART AND AWESOME. Makes me immune!"
"So you said I could share a bed with you right?" she asked again.
"YES!"
"Yay!" she smiled and cheered. "Thank you Twitch Girl!"
"NO PROBLEM Sister Gir-... Nee-Chan... sorry..."
Nee-Chan shook the knife she had been playing with at me both playfully and THREATENINGLY.
"Don't you forget it!"
"Don't tempt me!" I declared. "I'LL DESTROY US BOTH."
"I'd like to see you try!" she announced challenging me.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
I tackled her and we wrestled over her knife. Eyes DEADLOCKED as the knife waved back and forth, both of us trying to push it into the other ones THROAT.
Took me a minute to remember I didn't want to actually kill her. I started giggling. She did the same. And then we both let up on the knife. She tossed it aside, off the bed.
We curled into each other, exhausted and trying to catch our breaths.
"I almost killed you, moron."
"No! I almost killed you, Pink one!"
That's when she grabbed me and roll us to get above me.
"SNEAK ATTACK?!" I cried and rolled us back over to take back dominance.
She used my momentum to roll us further to the bed edge.
And it went on like that for most of the night. I won. I cheated for the pin. Cheating is how you win!
"Cheater," pouted Nee-Chan.
"Its how you WIN" I declared moving off of her.
She looked over at Moth. At some point he finished whatever it was he was doing and had taken to reading his stupid book.
"Twitch Girl, does he ever take mask of?"
"NOPE! He lifts it to eat, but never takes it off... that I've seen. WHY?!"
"Moth sweety... could you take your make off for me? I wanna see what you look like."
He glared back at her, same as ever.
"For meeeeee?" she begged flexing her cuteness.
He growled and lifted up his mask for a moment, showing off that DISGUSTING FUCKING FACE he hides, before bring it back down and going back to his book.
A face like the one Duckie was using while he was still wearing that loop...
Nee-Chan's words pierced through the growing screams and snapped me back to attention.
"Ohhhhh, someones blushing!" she giggled teasingly, an evil smirk spreading across her lips. "I think hes embaaaaaarrrrreeeessssed."
Moth growled again and tried to ignore us, focusing on his book.
"I think he is!" I giggled joining in. "SCARED OF GIRLS?!" I teased.
Nee-Chan could barely get her next taunt out, she was laughing so hard. "Hey Moth swwweeetttyyy... is that a switch blade in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?!" she asked and broke out laughing again.
Moth finally huffed and left the room with his book.
She broke out laughing some more. "Wow!" Nee-Chan declared. "Hes cute, but I didn't realize he was so young! He tries to come off as such a tough guy."
"GUESS THE MASK IS MEANT TO HIDE THE TRUTH!" I laughed stopping when I finally fully grasped what she had said.
"Wait... cute?"
She ignored me and kept going. She has SHIT taste in men. "Oh no! Hes so young! Am I gonna go to jail now or something?"
"It'll be our secret," I smiled reassuringly.
He both relaxed a bit took a moment to catch out breaths after all the laughing after that.
"This is so much fun," she eventually said. "Everyone back home is so serious and boring."
"I'll have to visit sometime so I can liven them up for you! May give that Tempest lady a hug for sending you... maybe."
"I'd like that," she smiled pulling me over into a hug. "I'm glad I got to meet you guys... you're a good friend Twitch girl."
"MORE LIKE THE GREATEST!" I declared cuddling up with her. "You're a good friend too."
"Thank you... Twitch Girl" she whispered, starting to pass out.
"Your welcome Pink one," I whispered closing my eyes and waiting til I was sure she was asleep to plant a kiss on her cheek before drifting off to sleep.
...
And then I wrote about it on my public blog so they could rag on her at work for me! Have fun with that Nee-Chan~! <3
Picasso's Entry End
Monday, January 28, 2013
Driving Soulless
So we're still doing 'Something'. We're actually on the move again. Apparently Moth has NO FUCKING IDEA where the thing is. I took a look at the map and he had SOOOO many locations circled!
I don't even FUCKING KNOW how the hell hes eliminating possibilities here! He drags me somewhere, looks around and FUCKING LEAVES WITHOUT A SINGLE FUCKING WORD. No gesture to to point out whatever it was we came for so I can try to piece together what we're doing. HE COULDN'T EVEN BE FUCKING BOTHERED TO GIVE ME A FUCKING WRITTEN EXPLANATION!
I wish he would just fucking TALK TO ME ALREADY!
He spoke for David! He even fucking spoke to Nee-Chan and he wrote an entire post about how irritated he was with her. HES is UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.
Worse yet, he has been making me clean out his fucking stab wound. Note to self, next time I stab someone I intend to keep I shouldn't do it in their FUCKING BACK so they can tend to it THEIR FUCKING SELVES.
FUCK.
Lets recap that, we are traveling around doing 'something' I can't really talk about. Moth still doesn't FUCKING talk EVER unless ANYONE ELSE asks him to. And his stab wound is UNFORTUNATELY healing.
Woo... fuck my life. I fell like I set out do something, KILL DUCKIE, and I've gotten absolutely no where on that.
Hrrmph
Oh yeah, guess I promised to talk about Nee-Chan some. I should have just killed Theta and stole her instead of letting her leave so she could still be here with me...
...
So yeah. As Moth (Being the incredible fucking INGRATE that he is) explained earlier in his post about how we escaped Fractures men, the fabulous Nee-Chan the awesome OF THE GREATNESS and her own stupid looking MUTE THING, Theta, showed up out of the blue and saved us!
Worried about more of Fracture's goons showing up to deal with us, he hopped in our transports and booked. Theta took their car and Nee-Chan rode with us! IT WAS AWESOME.
"Sooo...." said Nee-Chan shifting around uncomfortably in the back seat, "Does he never take that mask off?"
"Nope! He's part of this," and I turned and put my mouth a few inches from his ear for this part, "SUPER STUPID CULT THING!"
I leaned back into my own chair again. "They never take off their masks and they never talk," I explained before leaning back over to Moth's ear again. "BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO SOULS!"
"That's not very nice Twitch Girl," Nee-Chan playfully scolded.
She kept calling me that for like, HER ENTIRE VISIT! I am not TWITCHY!
"If its so bad he can," and I once again turned to Moth's ear for this part, "FUCKING TELL ME TO STOP HIMSELF!" I had to giggle a bit when he let out a little growl. That was really starting to get to him.
And then I turned to the back seat so I could face Siste... Nee-Chan.
"Its nice to have people around I can ACTUALLY FUCKING TALK TO for a change," I beamed at her.
"Is he actually... mute or...?"
"Oh I know he can talk." And I put this one right to his stupid FUCKING EAR again, "HE FUCKING DOES IT FOR RAPISTS!"
After that... things got a little tense... and silent... TOO SILENT! Well TOO SILENTERER! Its never quiet nowadays.
Anyways, I broke it. The silencishness. Not Si... Nee-Chan.
"So how did you finds us... and umm... WHY?"
"Tempest, my senior, told us where to go! She thought Mr. Moth might need help saving you Twitch Girl so we kept an eye on him in case he hit any trouble."
"Why are the Bureaucrats helping us? DO I HAVE TO FILE FORM 982?!"
"I don't know. They didn't give me any forms. I don't deal with that stuff. They don't really tell me why to do things, they just tell me and I do it."
"Huh..."
Then things got SILENTERER again. This time she broke it though.
"You're both awesome, I'm glad I got to meet you both."
"You're half right, I'M AWESOME!" I giggled.
But of course Moth had to ruin my extreme truthfulness with his FUCKING FIST. He always punches the SAME FUCKING SPOT on my arm...
"OW! THE FUCK?!" I glared over at him.
"You two are funny" she giggled. Her cute laugh thing drew my attention back to her and her BEAUTIFUL FUCKING PINK HAIR THAT I FAILED TO REMEMBER OR MENTION UNTIL NOW.
"YOU'RE PINK!" I yelled back at her giggling and teasing.
Which made her giggle even more in return, plus also her text is pink now, "Thank you, do you like it?"
"Yep!" I grinned and we went on giggling for what little was left of our drive as we pulled up to the Motel we were all gonna be staying at, Theta pulling into a parking spot shortly after our arrival.
...
That's probably good enough for now.
That reminds me, WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT DRIVING STILL?! This is bullshit. I save us SO MUCH TIME cutting through curbs and ramming those SLOWER BITCHES off the street!
I'M DRIVING NEXT.
Picasso Entry End.
I don't even FUCKING KNOW how the hell hes eliminating possibilities here! He drags me somewhere, looks around and FUCKING LEAVES WITHOUT A SINGLE FUCKING WORD. No gesture to to point out whatever it was we came for so I can try to piece together what we're doing. HE COULDN'T EVEN BE FUCKING BOTHERED TO GIVE ME A FUCKING WRITTEN EXPLANATION!
I wish he would just fucking TALK TO ME ALREADY!
He spoke for David! He even fucking spoke to Nee-Chan and he wrote an entire post about how irritated he was with her. HES is UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.
Worse yet, he has been making me clean out his fucking stab wound. Note to self, next time I stab someone I intend to keep I shouldn't do it in their FUCKING BACK so they can tend to it THEIR FUCKING SELVES.
FUCK.
Lets recap that, we are traveling around doing 'something' I can't really talk about. Moth still doesn't FUCKING talk EVER unless ANYONE ELSE asks him to. And his stab wound is UNFORTUNATELY healing.
Woo... fuck my life. I fell like I set out do something, KILL DUCKIE, and I've gotten absolutely no where on that.
Hrrmph
Oh yeah, guess I promised to talk about Nee-Chan some. I should have just killed Theta and stole her instead of letting her leave so she could still be here with me...
...
So yeah. As Moth (Being the incredible fucking INGRATE that he is) explained earlier in his post about how we escaped Fractures men, the fabulous Nee-Chan the awesome OF THE GREATNESS and her own stupid looking MUTE THING, Theta, showed up out of the blue and saved us!
Worried about more of Fracture's goons showing up to deal with us, he hopped in our transports and booked. Theta took their car and Nee-Chan rode with us! IT WAS AWESOME.
"Sooo...." said Nee-Chan shifting around uncomfortably in the back seat, "Does he never take that mask off?"
"Nope! He's part of this," and I turned and put my mouth a few inches from his ear for this part, "SUPER STUPID CULT THING!"
I leaned back into my own chair again. "They never take off their masks and they never talk," I explained before leaning back over to Moth's ear again. "BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO SOULS!"
"That's not very nice Twitch Girl," Nee-Chan playfully scolded.
She kept calling me that for like, HER ENTIRE VISIT! I am not TWITCHY!
"If its so bad he can," and I once again turned to Moth's ear for this part, "FUCKING TELL ME TO STOP HIMSELF!" I had to giggle a bit when he let out a little growl. That was really starting to get to him.
And then I turned to the back seat so I could face Siste... Nee-Chan.
"Its nice to have people around I can ACTUALLY FUCKING TALK TO for a change," I beamed at her.
"Is he actually... mute or...?"
"Oh I know he can talk." And I put this one right to his stupid FUCKING EAR again, "HE FUCKING DOES IT FOR RAPISTS!"
After that... things got a little tense... and silent... TOO SILENT! Well TOO SILENTERER! Its never quiet nowadays.
Anyways, I broke it. The silencishness. Not Si... Nee-Chan.
"So how did you finds us... and umm... WHY?"
"Tempest, my senior, told us where to go! She thought Mr. Moth might need help saving you Twitch Girl so we kept an eye on him in case he hit any trouble."
"Why are the Bureaucrats helping us? DO I HAVE TO FILE FORM 982?!"
"I don't know. They didn't give me any forms. I don't deal with that stuff. They don't really tell me why to do things, they just tell me and I do it."
"Huh..."
Then things got SILENTERER again. This time she broke it though.
"You're both awesome, I'm glad I got to meet you both."
"You're half right, I'M AWESOME!" I giggled.
But of course Moth had to ruin my extreme truthfulness with his FUCKING FIST. He always punches the SAME FUCKING SPOT on my arm...
"OW! THE FUCK?!" I glared over at him.
"You two are funny" she giggled. Her cute laugh thing drew my attention back to her and her BEAUTIFUL FUCKING PINK HAIR THAT I FAILED TO REMEMBER OR MENTION UNTIL NOW.
"YOU'RE PINK!" I yelled back at her giggling and teasing.
Which made her giggle even more in return, plus also her text is pink now, "Thank you, do you like it?"
"Yep!" I grinned and we went on giggling for what little was left of our drive as we pulled up to the Motel we were all gonna be staying at, Theta pulling into a parking spot shortly after our arrival.
...
That's probably good enough for now.
That reminds me, WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT DRIVING STILL?! This is bullshit. I save us SO MUCH TIME cutting through curbs and ramming those SLOWER BITCHES off the street!
I'M DRIVING NEXT.
Picasso Entry End.
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