Gonzo

Incursions (Redux)

I cannot decide between Bill Pullman or Jeff Daniels for Henry. I am thinking more Jeff Daniels, but I am not totally sure.

Incursions (Redux)

I cannot decide between Bill Pullman or Jeff Daniels for Henry. I am thinking more Jeff Daniels, but I am not totally sure.

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Here you guys go.

Three decent pictures

Nothing else. Felt like deleting them.

Incursions (Redux)

Glad to have some of the old characters back! I think I will make Henry's CS soon, and maybe a new character.

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No one has posted in a day. Hm. Might put a picture of my unflattering (not fishing for compliments.) self up. maybe.

Gonzo's Corner

The Attic

I live in a pretty standard house. It is a medium sized, two story house. It's basically something you would see out of "Little Boxes," but with a sort of twist. We have a pond in the front yard, right in front of the giant sliding windows that allow onlookers to look inside the family room, complete with a couple of couches, TV, oak coffee table, and various family gaming consoles. That room is what you see on your right when you walk in through the front door. Turn to your left, immediately when you walk in, and you see a white door. That is the door to the garage.

When you walk into the garage, you are met with a clutter. Well, clutter is more of an understatement. I'm not saying that it is impossible to maneuver through it, there is a just a bunch of stuff around that can be thrown away, but hasn't. If you look straight ahead, there is an old, still working refrigerator staring back at you. Next to it, with a space in between for a door that allows access to the side of the house, is a white freezer, about an inch or so shorter than me (I am 6'0, by the way). Next to that, facing perpendicular to both appliances is the silver washing machine, and matching dryer. Standing at the door, if you were to look at the middle of the ceiling, you would be able to see, depending on if the ladder was down or not (which it usually is, because my family is too lazy to put it back up), some of the inside of our attic. I could probably tell you the whole layout of the garage like it was the back of my hand, but that isn't the point of this story. The point of the story is that every time I go into the garage, whether it is to put a load in the washer, to get something from the fridge or freezer, or something from the pantry, or for anything else, I get extremely uncomfortable. Why is that, you ask?

Because there is something in my attic.

I am not sure what it is, all I know is that it is living up in my attic. I know what you must be thinking, Oh Gonzo you silly goof, there is nothing living in your attic! It is just your over-active imagination. Normally, I would agree with you, mainly because I am a major skeptic, and don't believe in ghosts or spirits or daemons, but this is a bit different. Maybe it is my over-active imagination, but then again, maybe not.

I go into the attic frequently, mainly because I am the one who gets all of the stuff when we go on trips, when we decorate, etc., and I am totally fine every time I go up into it (except for one time where I went up and a small decorative lamp started wobbling for no reason at all, which only just helped with the notion that something is up there). It isn't until I am down in the garage, with my back turned, that I start to feel uneasy. I find myself rushing into the garage, taking a quick glance up at the open attic, looking for anything that would confirm my suspicion, quickly doing what needs to be done, and then rushing out without a glance behind me.

I have thought a lot about the thing up in my attic, and have tried to envision what it looks like. Sometimes I see it as a little creature, resembling Gollum, but with more grotesque features such as decomposing flesh, half a face, and a drooping eye. Sometimes I see it as one of the things I hate the most, a clown. Nothing grotesque, just a regular clown. Sometimes I just see a face, no body, no head, just a face. No matter what I see it as, it always has the same damn, demented smile on it's face. I imagine it staring at me, hungrily, waiting for me to turn around and look. Waiting for me to open my mouth in surprise. Waiting for me to not be able to move out of sheer terror so that it can snatch me up and take me away to God knows where.

I know this probably sounds silly to you, and more often than not, I find myself laughing at the notion that anything like that possibly exists. Nevertheless, I always find myself looking up to the open attic when I walk into the garage, and not bothering to look back when I rush out of it.

Gonzo's Corner

Hello and welcome to my literary mind! I will pop in from time to time and write anything that comes to mind. My posts shall consist of anything I want; small poems, writings, etc. If you take the time to read these things, I want to thank you in advance. Any criticism is greatly appreciated! Just shoot me a PM.

Incursions (Redux)

Names: James and Mason Jamison
Age: James and Mason are both 21, although James is older by a few minutes
Appearance:

Twins

James (http://www.creationwarrior.net/gallery/635829#2) (couldn’t find just the picture on the internet for whatever reason, so I put the link of where I saw the picture.
Mason

James is 6’1”, Mason is 6’0”
Personal Details:
James and Mason have lived what many would call a very privileged life. They are the sons of a prominent Politian in Ancora, and have lived in District Zero all their life. They were waited on hand and foot by servants, and got the best education possible in Ancorda. They attended the best parties, and were dressed in the best clothes. Everywhere they went, the two boys never separated.
As both of them grew older and moved into high school, they still stayed together, but not as much. James continued to hang with the upscale crowd, whereas Mason started to hang with the “bad” crowd (the drinkers, smokers, etc.). They easily became the popular ones in both their small groups, mostly because they both threw the best parties, and had the best alcohols and drugs available.
When they graduated high school, both of them had grown tired of living in the same, sheltered environment of the Zero District, and wanted to move out. After talking it over with their parents, who were very reluctant to let them go, the boys were able to move to District One, the safest district, aside from District Zero
James tends to be the more responsible one of the two brothers. He is studious, hard-working, polite, respectful, a bit of a neat freak; all the “good kid” personality traits, really. Mason is more of the “bad boy.” He stays out later than James, drinks more than James; he smokes, and does drugs. Both are party people, although Mason likes to party more. They both share a pretty large flat, and there is a clear distinction on where each of them spends most of their time.
Occupation: Both of them are college students.
District: 1
Additional: Although James doesn’t know it yet, he has already started to form an addiction to a drug called “It.”

Incursions

I'll have the twins' CS up in a bit. And then maybe I will get to Making Henry's CS haha

Incursions

ROMAN! YOURE BACK!
I think a reboot should be fine