Really? I have never had, (proper) homework in my life, why am I going to have to receive it in death?
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We're busy running from the …………………… thing Seth is calling a Zombie.
We'll be back, in-time for the end of school,…… possibly.
Edit: @Dragonite777 I'll believe you on that then. :)
We'll be back, in-time for the end of school,…… possibly.
Edit: @Dragonite777 I'll believe you on that then. :)
Actually I gather that to do pakor you have to be fairly strong, (my brother wanted to learn it at one point) so Maggie is fairly strong, and filled with adrealine .
Actually, she probably is strong, just judging that she can drag a kicking and screaming Ren after her, and still keep ahead of that monster, thing, ZOMBIE! (says Seth.)
@Dragonite777 It's okay, Ren needed dragging by the hoodie, (Or so she tells me) and thank-you for looking after her. :)
And Ren's back to normal, or at least what passes for normal in Miso City.
And Ren's back to normal, or at least what passes for normal in Miso City.
I'm Back!!!
Okay…… if you can't keep up with who thought what in the long dotted thought thing, don't worry cause I have no idea either, some is one, some is the other, and some is both, just read it as you like.
Okay…… if you can't keep up with who thought what in the long dotted thought thing, don't worry cause I have no idea either, some is one, some is the other, and some is both, just read it as you like.
She wasn't listening, word's just bounced off her cat ears, meaning nothing to either of them. All of it; meaningless noise. As the body moved, twitching to start, and then moving, spider-like, their attention snapped to it, following every move. Even being dragged away by her hoodie wasn't enough to stop 'Ren' from catching every move it made. Dragging their heels, the Seth side of things wanted badly to stay and fight, to beat the crap out off that……… thing. And so one moment, when they were being dragged away, the two had lunged forward, lugging Maggie a few feet in the opposite direction, before suddenly moaning and slumping back down, enabling Maggie to keep dragging them.
Somewhere along the way they had twisted round in an effort to escape, and so, that meant that when they lunged forwards, Seth’s body, still at the school, had lunged straight smack-dab into a wall.
Most of the ‘maze’ was a blur to them, not even paying proper attention, just struggling to break free and fight, but Maggie wasn’t letting go. When Maggie stood them upright however, or as uprightish as she could, the cat side faded, not by much, just a little, just enough for words to make sense, "Ren? You ok? We need you to be you again. This reaction isn't helping. Please come back to us. Ren...?"
Oi, Idiot! What the hell do you think you’re doing! …… I’m not! ……fight……No!……Sethren……NO! …… knife, defend, hunt, kill,…… Ren?? ……… Help her. The girl. …… no, fight…… Seth!??……yes!, no, I’m…… us…… run, flee, fight, blood, die, ………Ren, Ren, what’s going on?…… I dunno.…… together, …… NO!…NO!, ……Ren? ……Seth, go away.…… No. ………
Ren, finally gaining control yelled silently: GET OUT OF MY FRIGGING HEAD!!!!! to which Seth replied with a silent, I’m not in your head, you’re in mine. Ren staggering upright, yelled at him; I DON'T CARE, JUST GET OUT NOW!!!!! before focusing her attention on the scene in-front of her. The…… what even was that?, Zombie Seth commented, GET OUT!, was coming round the far corner, Maggie was beside her, and the boy…… was, …… Ren couldn't see him, but he was likely round here somewhere. "Uhhh…… is that thing chasing us?" She knew she was asking the obvious, but sometimes it just had to be done, now was not one of those times, the thing, Zombie!, Shut it!, was getting closer and closer, penning them in and forcing them backwards, "Run?" Ren asked, vaguely remembering that Maggie had been running, and that she had been dragging Ren along as well, probably saving her from a terribly grim fate.
Seth groaned, Ren's yell echoing round his head. He ached all over, sitting on the ground as he was, wait why was he sitting on the ground. getting a vague image come through of the thing that had been, no, was chasing Ren and the other girl, Seth helpfully supplied a name, Zombie, and got yelled at for his effort. Clambering to his feet, he shook his head still a little disorientated, having been in a alley and now suddenly back in his body at the school. Ren still wasn't accepting that that thing was a zombie, so Seth finally decided shutting up, might be the safest idea, Ren was in a mood, and when she was like that something would die, or at least be destroyed violently, in the most destructive manner possible. He could almost feel the rage simmering off her from here, she hated that she had been weak enough to need to be dragged round by a girl who until a few minutes ago had kept collapsing. He could also tell that Ren was blaming him for it, for taking over, and merging, for being there. A feeling that thrummed through him, displeasure showing, it was a feeling he'd rather never have felt.
Somewhere along the way they had twisted round in an effort to escape, and so, that meant that when they lunged forwards, Seth’s body, still at the school, had lunged straight smack-dab into a wall.
Most of the ‘maze’ was a blur to them, not even paying proper attention, just struggling to break free and fight, but Maggie wasn’t letting go. When Maggie stood them upright however, or as uprightish as she could, the cat side faded, not by much, just a little, just enough for words to make sense, "Ren? You ok? We need you to be you again. This reaction isn't helping. Please come back to us. Ren...?"
Oi, Idiot! What the hell do you think you’re doing! …… I’m not! ……fight……No!……Sethren……NO! …… knife, defend, hunt, kill,…… Ren?? ……… Help her. The girl. …… no, fight…… Seth!??……yes!, no, I’m…… us…… run, flee, fight, blood, die, ………Ren, Ren, what’s going on?…… I dunno.…… together, …… NO!…NO!, ……Ren? ……Seth, go away.…… No. ………
Ren, finally gaining control yelled silently: GET OUT OF MY FRIGGING HEAD!!!!! to which Seth replied with a silent, I’m not in your head, you’re in mine. Ren staggering upright, yelled at him; I DON'T CARE, JUST GET OUT NOW!!!!! before focusing her attention on the scene in-front of her. The…… what even was that?, Zombie Seth commented, GET OUT!, was coming round the far corner, Maggie was beside her, and the boy…… was, …… Ren couldn't see him, but he was likely round here somewhere. "Uhhh…… is that thing chasing us?" She knew she was asking the obvious, but sometimes it just had to be done, now was not one of those times, the thing, Zombie!, Shut it!, was getting closer and closer, penning them in and forcing them backwards, "Run?" Ren asked, vaguely remembering that Maggie had been running, and that she had been dragging Ren along as well, probably saving her from a terribly grim fate.
Seth groaned, Ren's yell echoing round his head. He ached all over, sitting on the ground as he was, wait why was he sitting on the ground. getting a vague image come through of the thing that had been, no, was chasing Ren and the other girl, Seth helpfully supplied a name, Zombie, and got yelled at for his effort. Clambering to his feet, he shook his head still a little disorientated, having been in a alley and now suddenly back in his body at the school. Ren still wasn't accepting that that thing was a zombie, so Seth finally decided shutting up, might be the safest idea, Ren was in a mood, and when she was like that something would die, or at least be destroyed violently, in the most destructive manner possible. He could almost feel the rage simmering off her from here, she hated that she had been weak enough to need to be dragged round by a girl who until a few minutes ago had kept collapsing. He could also tell that Ren was blaming him for it, for taking over, and merging, for being there. A feeling that thrummed through him, displeasure showing, it was a feeling he'd rather never have felt.
Stretching like a cat, Exo rolled over, barely staying on the seat, "We all here yet?" she muttered hearing the voice of someone other than that loud-mouthed Officer, the one who hated that she had slept in the jeep. but really, if she had stayed at the dorms, there was no way she'd be up and at the gate in-time. Sitting up, she blearily rubbed at her eyes, before wincing and shading them from the sun, "can we go yet?" scratching the back of her neck, she pulled her lose, long, midnight hair back into a high pony-tail. Grimacing and squinting, she wasn't the biggest fan of the sun, Exo noted the female in the front, probably the person she'd be deferring to. "Sir." she stated, "Exo Neversong. Scout, night-shift. Reporting in." Her words were slightly stunted, a result of having little less than a few hours sleep.
Nope, sleep in the jeep is fine, but I'll probably wake her up now. or once I'm done reading anyway.
Alex stretched, reaching for the clouds, even though the roof was all she was likely to get in here. Yawning a little, she wandered over to where her father was, boots clomping gently, and found him halfway under a car, even though his latest thing was supposed to be fixing up a mantle-piece clock.
“Those tyres over there” one of his grey stained pants and a old sneaker gestured in a wild ark to a stack of about six tyres, “Put ‘em with the others, thanks love.” She nodded, even if he couldn’t see her, and headed over, lugging them two at a time, one under each arm, around the barn-like door of the workshop, and out into the tyre shed. Yep they had a whole shed for tyers, stacked round the inside walls, most piles nearly touching the ceiling. Shoving the ones she was carrying inside she added them to the next layer of tyers on the inside ring.
When she was done, after popping her head round the door to yell that she was going, Alex headed back to the house. A bit ramshackle, the door to the house was peeling, blue paint flecks strewn everywhere, and a few of the windows needed replacing, but all in all it was a nice place.
Heading inside she clomped into the kitchen sticking her nose in the fridge and getting a good, but soft, wallop from behind, “Dinner’s nearly ready, twenty minutes, change and fetch your brother, kay?” Alex rolled her eyes but pulled her head dutifully out of the fridge. “Yes mum.” She monotoned before high-tailing it out of the kitchen.
Changing out of her greasy work-clothes, into her normal gear, Alex ditched her face-stompers and padded over to the entrance to the ‘den’.
The ‘Den’ was in the attic, right at the very top of the old house, and filled to bursting with stuff. Two of the walls had computer desks against them, with all sorts of technical equipment scattered on and around them. The walls above and around had bookshelves cluttered supreme with books of all shapes sizes and genres, ranging from how-to books all the way to; cheesy romances, serious brain-busting Sci-Fi, Mega kick-butt action, and dragon-filled fantasy.
Rick, Alex’s skinny brother, was currently occupying one of the multiple computers blinking colours in here, it was, as her mother had said countless times before, “lit –up like a Christmas tree”, with all of the screens displaying something utterly different to all the others, and all of the blinking lights of things charging, things running, and things just saying “I’m here!”
Plopping herself down in one of the empty, roller, office chairs, Alex wheeled herself up to a lap-top, ‘her’ one, if anything is this mess could be defined as a single persons. Passwording it in, she opened up her email account, tapping her fingers on the desk as she waited for it to load. Humming to herself, she glanced across to see what Rick was working on, and getting a face full of meaningless code for her efforts.
“Hey, Lex?” Rick asked in a distracted sort of way, using his pet name for her. She stopped her humming, “Yeah?”
“Could you do something for me?” He was focused intensely on the little black letters on his screen, “Grab the Desktop and type in what I tell you, kay?”
Shrugging and glancing at her email, it having finally opened, Alex rolled her chair over and woke up the Desktop, a brand-spanking new desktop computer of Rick’s, he’d been saving up a lot of money to get this and, so far, Alex had not been allowed to touch.
“Ok!” She grinned, “shoot.”
Rick listed a series of numbers, letters, and symbols, taking her to a particular page, of a website, one belonging to one of Rick’s cyber-buddy friends, “There should be a link, click it, and you should,” he scooted over to another computer showing more lies of code, “End up on a screen, Yup that one,” he had glanced over and seen her screen as she followed his instructions.
>Enter The Hack
>Input Username _
Alex blinked, The Hack was a rumor Rick had been talking about for a few day’s, and she thought, but wasn’t sure, that he was trying to crack it.
“O……kay, pick a name and type it in.”
“Like what?” she asked, trying and pulling a blank.
“Lex?” He suggested, receiving a death-glare in return, “Okay, then, how about ‘Anonymous’?”
“A…n…o…n…o……………, how do you spell that?”
“Get rid of the O and replace it with a…………”
Alex started re-typing, but hit the enter key without meaning too.
>Anon
Before Rick could finish, or Alex could completely register what she had done, the whole deck of computers, flashed bright white, but only The brand new Desktop, shutdown.
Propelling herself backwards, as if being away from the computer would change something, Alex heard Rick’s voice, fading out then cutting off, sharp as glass; “Bloody Hell, what th………………”
Glancing at him, or where Rick should have been, Alex frowned, the wall, normally a dirty shade of grey cream, was…… pulsating blueish-black, the shelves empty of books, and made up of the same late-night colour, the chair was the same, frayed fabric no longer visible, like the world had been swallowed in blue-black goop. Although not goopy.
She jumped out of the Attic, it couldn’t be called the Den without the computers, books, bean-bags and moth-eaten couch, now it was just another empty room in a empty mirror house. “MUM!!! DAD!!! RICK!!!!” She pounded into the kitchen, not even bothering to question when her face-stompers had appeared on her feet.
No one. Rick had vanished right in the same room, so why would anyone else not? Slouching her way back up to the attic, hoping to find a way back, although without a computer, she had no idea how to go about that, Alex spotted something she had missed before. Right where the new computer had been was a pair of gloves, made of what looked like a fairly thin material, the wrist encircled by a thick band of bright Spanish-red metal that also laid along the back of each glove in a solid lump.
Unable to stem her curiosity, Alex reached a pale hand out to touch them.
“Those tyres over there” one of his grey stained pants and a old sneaker gestured in a wild ark to a stack of about six tyres, “Put ‘em with the others, thanks love.” She nodded, even if he couldn’t see her, and headed over, lugging them two at a time, one under each arm, around the barn-like door of the workshop, and out into the tyre shed. Yep they had a whole shed for tyers, stacked round the inside walls, most piles nearly touching the ceiling. Shoving the ones she was carrying inside she added them to the next layer of tyers on the inside ring.
When she was done, after popping her head round the door to yell that she was going, Alex headed back to the house. A bit ramshackle, the door to the house was peeling, blue paint flecks strewn everywhere, and a few of the windows needed replacing, but all in all it was a nice place.
Heading inside she clomped into the kitchen sticking her nose in the fridge and getting a good, but soft, wallop from behind, “Dinner’s nearly ready, twenty minutes, change and fetch your brother, kay?” Alex rolled her eyes but pulled her head dutifully out of the fridge. “Yes mum.” She monotoned before high-tailing it out of the kitchen.
Changing out of her greasy work-clothes, into her normal gear, Alex ditched her face-stompers and padded over to the entrance to the ‘den’.
The ‘Den’ was in the attic, right at the very top of the old house, and filled to bursting with stuff. Two of the walls had computer desks against them, with all sorts of technical equipment scattered on and around them. The walls above and around had bookshelves cluttered supreme with books of all shapes sizes and genres, ranging from how-to books all the way to; cheesy romances, serious brain-busting Sci-Fi, Mega kick-butt action, and dragon-filled fantasy.
Rick, Alex’s skinny brother, was currently occupying one of the multiple computers blinking colours in here, it was, as her mother had said countless times before, “lit –up like a Christmas tree”, with all of the screens displaying something utterly different to all the others, and all of the blinking lights of things charging, things running, and things just saying “I’m here!”
Plopping herself down in one of the empty, roller, office chairs, Alex wheeled herself up to a lap-top, ‘her’ one, if anything is this mess could be defined as a single persons. Passwording it in, she opened up her email account, tapping her fingers on the desk as she waited for it to load. Humming to herself, she glanced across to see what Rick was working on, and getting a face full of meaningless code for her efforts.
“Hey, Lex?” Rick asked in a distracted sort of way, using his pet name for her. She stopped her humming, “Yeah?”
“Could you do something for me?” He was focused intensely on the little black letters on his screen, “Grab the Desktop and type in what I tell you, kay?”
Shrugging and glancing at her email, it having finally opened, Alex rolled her chair over and woke up the Desktop, a brand-spanking new desktop computer of Rick’s, he’d been saving up a lot of money to get this and, so far, Alex had not been allowed to touch.
“Ok!” She grinned, “shoot.”
Rick listed a series of numbers, letters, and symbols, taking her to a particular page, of a website, one belonging to one of Rick’s cyber-buddy friends, “There should be a link, click it, and you should,” he scooted over to another computer showing more lies of code, “End up on a screen, Yup that one,” he had glanced over and seen her screen as she followed his instructions.
>Enter The Hack
>Input Username _
Alex blinked, The Hack was a rumor Rick had been talking about for a few day’s, and she thought, but wasn’t sure, that he was trying to crack it.
“O……kay, pick a name and type it in.”
“Like what?” she asked, trying and pulling a blank.
“Lex?” He suggested, receiving a death-glare in return, “Okay, then, how about ‘Anonymous’?”
“A…n…o…n…o……………, how do you spell that?”
“Get rid of the O and replace it with a…………”
Alex started re-typing, but hit the enter key without meaning too.
>Anon
Before Rick could finish, or Alex could completely register what she had done, the whole deck of computers, flashed bright white, but only The brand new Desktop, shutdown.
Propelling herself backwards, as if being away from the computer would change something, Alex heard Rick’s voice, fading out then cutting off, sharp as glass; “Bloody Hell, what th………………”
Glancing at him, or where Rick should have been, Alex frowned, the wall, normally a dirty shade of grey cream, was…… pulsating blueish-black, the shelves empty of books, and made up of the same late-night colour, the chair was the same, frayed fabric no longer visible, like the world had been swallowed in blue-black goop. Although not goopy.
She jumped out of the Attic, it couldn’t be called the Den without the computers, books, bean-bags and moth-eaten couch, now it was just another empty room in a empty mirror house. “MUM!!! DAD!!! RICK!!!!” She pounded into the kitchen, not even bothering to question when her face-stompers had appeared on her feet.
No one. Rick had vanished right in the same room, so why would anyone else not? Slouching her way back up to the attic, hoping to find a way back, although without a computer, she had no idea how to go about that, Alex spotted something she had missed before. Right where the new computer had been was a pair of gloves, made of what looked like a fairly thin material, the wrist encircled by a thick band of bright Spanish-red metal that also laid along the back of each glove in a solid lump.
Unable to stem her curiosity, Alex reached a pale hand out to touch them.
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