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Jan 4, 2008 15:29:07 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 15:29:07 GMT -5
Crash! Or Bam! Or Whack! Whichever one of those sounds was most appropriate for the fact that Ismir had fallen over. And a wooshing noise would be most appropriate for the fact that his new buddy had landed on her trash bag. Which had to be better than landing face down on the floor. Well, he had been injected with a buttload of morphine. As a result, however, he was now knocked unconscious, and his hand was bleeding all over the floor.
Let's just say that during the time it took for Mable to have a discussion with herself on the world with trash bags for saftey, the machine Izzy used to be hooked up to like a gaming device now realized he wasnt there. And started beeping loudly that his heart wasnt beating anymore. Poor machine, having to work itself up for nothing. Anyway, finally the blonde girl cut her own rant off and grabbed the winded brunette, who's face still wore a look of determination at the thought of reaching the door. His good hand was even molded for grasping a doornob.
Smack! Once again with the pretty sounds. Izzy landed on the toilet seat, luckily not headfirst. Then something else landed on him, and the teen was abruptly jerked into consciousness. His face appeared to be pressed into something. Kind of squishy, and there were two of them... Ismir opened his blue eyes to face-- oh jeezums. Boobies, he thought. It was like Heaven in a girl's bathroom cubicle. He closed his eyes again, smiling stupidly from the queasiness of the morphine. Good ol' morphine that gave him the excuse to rest his head on a girl's breasts.
After about two minutes the teen was able to realize that while indeed his head was in heaven, his bottom was sitting exposed over a toilet seat, which risked his falling in and wetting his rear. Which wasnt such a Heavenly thing. So reluctantly the pale chalky guy removed himself from Mable and managed to stand up without her collapsing onto him. His face was probrably cherry red by now, but he clung to what remained of his dignity.
"Well," he said in a voice that seemed to be slightly affected by those drugs, and the recent boobage. "My name is Ismirshalen Linnaeus. What might yours be?"
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Jan 4, 2008 15:43:19 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 15:43:19 GMT -5
While Izzy was very much indeed resting his head on a very personal part of her body, Mable held back, I mean, even if he's awake, atleast he's hot (Despite the scratch on his face). Goodness, it's not like anyone has ever touched her before, hardly even shaked her hand. She unconsciously started stroking his hair. She liked hair, and he had hair. Ebony dark hair that contrasted perfectly with his pale blue eyes. Yup, hair was good.
Of course when he woke up it took her by surprise and was very frizzled, but quite interestingly, she still looked as fresh as a daisy, even after all that had happened. Natural beauty? Or maybe it was because of what she /was/.
"So your name's Chalk Board?"
"Mine is Mable Trea, but please, give me a few minutes to prepare myself for the inevitable nickname you're probrably going to 90% say," She joked. "Oh yes, /never/ NEVER, call me Mable," Names are just meaningless IDs your parents gave to you, for goodness sake, they don't even know your personality! Tsk tsk,"
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Jan 4, 2008 16:03:12 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 16:03:12 GMT -5
Somewhere in the back of his mind he just knew she'd still call him Chalky. Or something similar. But when it did happen, he still let out a brobdiginagian mental sigh. Mental sighs were cool, cause no one could know you were sighing but you. Unless the person next to you could read your mind and therefore know you were mentally sighing. Oh jeez, he had to stop this, he was starting to think like Mable.
Speaking of Mable, shouldnt she look a little sweaty or at least slightly tired from running around the hospital? But no, she didnt, instead she looked as if she had just traipsied out of a steaming hot shower. Her creamy blonde hair was still as un-greasy and well groomed as ever, and she didnt smell of BO. Kind of like... Like him. Or any other werewolf you might come across. His heart beat slightly faster. If she was a werewolf, he might acctually have a buddy in this screwed up world. He might even convince her to join his pack. The thought of Amadeus looming over his shoulder with a silver bullet was suddenly less threatening. Well, there's nothing like a good consult with your mind. But unfortunately you have to snap back to reality sometime.
"Uh, sure, it's Chalk Board," he agreed. No it's not! It's Izzy! Izzy! His mind screamed back at him. But he'd play along, there was obviously no changing her mind once it was set. Once the pretty teen spoke her name, however, he was instantly given a connection. Mable Trea... Hey, that kind of sounded like... "Maple Tree," he said out loud, smiling the crooked smile he had. She had an odd view on names, but it kind of made sense. "So it's Pretty Waitress, right?" He added, for she did remind him of his version of a waitress. A waitress that served, say, coffee. That was his kind of waitress.
"Hey, there's something I have to ask..." He couldnt hold in the question any longer or he would burst into a kajillion pieces. "It's kind of weird, but you shouldn't mind weird, really. Not that you're weird! But... Have you ever heard of werewolves...?"
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Jan 4, 2008 16:19:17 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 16:19:17 GMT -5
"Maple Tree pretty waitress?" She laughed out, of course she could feel the heat rushing to her face, of course turning to a soft russet color. I might actually want to stalk around with this guy for awhile longer. Couldn't hurt?
But as soon as that question came out her thoughts turned serverely dark. She tried as hard as she could to hold herself together, but that reminded her of something. Oh yes, that reminds me... What moon faze is it tonight? Well that was diareha that just slipped through her thoughts, hoping she didn't speak it out loud. (I hope you know about metaphores). She didn't enjoy thinking about that monster that she was, so she didn't, as simple as that, and it didn't bother her that much, all she needed to do was look up at the sky every now and then... but last night she convenently forgot. She looked up at his face and saw that she either muttered it a bit too much for human ears to understand, or either, she just didn't.
"Werewolves huh... Well..." Common, you know this guy isn't a human mable. MAPLE.
"Oh yes," She started off in a heavily sarcastic voice "I know about werewolves, alot actually, so much in fact that I might be-
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Jan 4, 2008 18:23:00 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 18:23:00 GMT -5
Izzy smiled at how funny the name sounded. Well, all combined together it sounded funny anyway. Maple Tree the pretty waitress. He'd stick with calling her Pretty Waitress. After all, he was Chalk Board. Her name was cooler, acctually. Names. He guessed they were just meaningless IDs. But did he really remind her of a chalk board?
His happy thoughts ended as the look on Mable's expression changed to a dark one. Maybe werewolves werent a happy topic for her. Maybe she didnt believe in that stuff... Or maybe... Maybe he could just listen to her, for half of her thoughts she was whispering to herself. But what she did say was too vague for him to really find out his answer. He needed just a bit more to confirm his suspicions... Well okay. What she said next pretty much answered his burning question. She was a werewolf, all right. And obviously not too happy about it.
"A werewolf yourself?" Izzy finished her sentence, cocking his head. "Hey, it's okay," he added, putting a hand on her shoulder in case she might spontanuosly combust. "If you are a werewolf, uh, well if you arent I might sound like an idiot and you might not believe me, but I am too." He stopped there, waiting for one of two possible reactions to that.
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Jan 4, 2008 19:00:24 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 19:00:24 GMT -5
Mable's large brown eyes turned into two larger dark orbs when she heard what the owner of the pretty blue eyes said. Is he tricking me? No, he doesn't look like a 'dooshbag' Maple desided she didn't give a crap if he was or wasn't, because he was a pretty 'dooshbag' (I like spelling it that way). She ran the 2 feet away from them and gave him a big squeeshy hug, and cried into his exspensive shirt emotionly, for everyone knows she is a huge person for overeacting. "You're a monster too!?" She sobbed.
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Jan 4, 2008 19:18:37 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 19:18:37 GMT -5
Those pretty blue eyes looked alarmed as Mable's large brown ones grew all dark and emotional. He almost expected her to acctually expload, but instead he found that two seconds later he was having the life sucked out of him from a big squishy hug. Her boobs were pressing into his chest, and at that moment he wished he was shorter. His black sleeveless T was getting soaked, but he figured she wouldnt mind him shirtless while he let it dry later. That is, if she wanted to go with him... The thought of being alone again was slightly scary. So instead of just standing there at such an emotional moment, Izzy decided to hug her back.
"Yeah, I'm a monster too," he said, though he didnt consider himself a monster. Okay, so maybe he did, but at least he was a controllable monster... "It's okay though, I can control myself..." A thought struck him suddenly, and he hugged her tighter. "Can you?"
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Jan 4, 2008 19:31:47 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 19:31:47 GMT -5
Mable got a sudden hold of herself and backed away alittle looking up at the tall werewolf in front of her very eyes. When she was about to reply she noticed the extremely large blotch of her tears all over his shirt. "Sorry," she wispered, studying her very long red and black boots. She remembered when she got those... Do they come in green? "No, I'm afraid I'm a purebred evil killer hungry ugly hairy mean monster monster," She could have went on for hours using different adjectives. The walking lexicon she is. But then she saw the stain again and relized she must have a numeorous amount of tears on her freckled face an nervously started wiping them away.
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Jan 4, 2008 19:53:06 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 19:53:06 GMT -5
Izzy almost pouted as she backed away, wishing she would've kept hugging him. The morphine was still strong in him, and that was a very very good thing, seeing as he would be screaming in pain later. He hadnt even had Mable wrap his hand up, and his hand was hidden in his pocket so she wouldnt see the blood flowing. His pants were probrably soaked by now, though... At the news that the pretty blonde couldnt control herself, Izzy felt pity. That was surprising. He didnt feel pity.
"I see.." he trailed off, thinking hard. "There are ways to learn how to control yourself, but that takes time. I wouldnt know how to teach you." Blue eyes watched in curiosity as Mable proceeded to wiping off her tears. "Hey..." He started, then stopped, trying to phrase his question correctly. "You see... Well..." Izzy would have explained to her his huge problem about having to defeat Amadeus and his evil brood that could only be spreading by the minute, but he might scare her about what was going on or something. She seemed to be a pretty emotional person to be able to take so much at once. "Want to join me? I mean, like friends or something or like a pack... I mean, only if you're okay with leaving here, you must've been here pretty long..." Okay. Lost for words there.
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Jan 4, 2008 20:13:06 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 20:13:06 GMT -5
"Control? I don't even hardly know I'm a monster most of the time... Usually I just wake up naked under a tree and have to do Gannet of the jungle until I make it back here," She had to smile at some of the memories though. If you can imagine. She was very happy at the thought of joining a 'pack' and kind of amused, it showed. "I like so want to like joi-
OH MAH GODDESS!" Mable yelled. "YOUR PENIS IS BLEEDING!" She pointed to his hand that was in his pocket that currently was soaked through his pants and had a very unpleasent scent. "Was it when I landed on you?" She freaked out at the thought of breaking someone's dick (especially Izzy's), she'd never done that before.
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Jan 4, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Izzy couldnt keep his face straight as he listened to her story. Gannet of the jungle. That was a good one. He couldnt decide between smiling or laughing. He was about to reply with a question on if the humans noticed a lot of blood around when Mable got back when suddenly she started yelling about... Oh jeezums. Ismirshalen's face went bright red, and he yanked his hand out from his blood soaked pocket. Now he really needed new clothes. Maybe she wouldnt mind him pantless while those dried too.
"Not my penis!" he yelled, looking competely embarrassed. He waved his hand in front of her. "My hand! Oh Jeez..." He was starting to feel light-headed.
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Jan 4, 2008 20:45:46 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 20:45:46 GMT -5
Mable couldn't help but crack up at that. Actually, keel over from laughing, but non the less, she laughed. ANYWAYS. "Thank goodness, I didn't want to fix you," Mable cried out, thinking that the nurses were having a radio comedy outside. "Of course I can check if you're not sure it's your hand," Mable snickered at him. "I am part nurse, but of course you /are/ in a /girl's/ bathroom," She turned and started looking for something to wrap his hand in. "So, are you feeling ready to run for your life yet?"
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Jan 4, 2008 21:01:24 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 21:01:24 GMT -5
Izzy looked down at his pants. Hey, it acctually looked like his penis was bleeding. If Amadeus was there... The brunette didnt know if the monster would laugh too or actually do the deed. Probrably the latter option. Good thing he wasnt there then.
"Oh, I'm not entirely sure, but you can have a look at that some other time if you want," Izzy replied, a wry and crooked smile on his face that was altogether charming. He watched as Mable looked for something to wrap his hand in, and was once again very glad that what he had stabbed himself full of was strong. Was he ready to run for his life? Of coarse he was! In fact, if he wasnt feeling a bit off balance, he'd be able to carry the pretty girl out without going any slower. "Always am, and I have to do that quite often," he said, wondering if she would question the quite often. "Once you wrap my hand up we can be on our merry way, Pretty Waitress."
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Jan 4, 2008 21:10:20 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 21:10:20 GMT -5
"Maybe I will!" Maple said smugly. "Be careful what you say!" She added just to tease him. She flashed a big smile to counter his charming crooked one.
"Ah, here we go," She said in her destracted voice and grabbed his dead hand and studied it. "You're a gonner when those drugs wear off," Mable started wrapping it up really tight so he could hear his heart beat in his ears and feel it in his hand. Oh the joy she got from helping and hurting people at the same time.
"I'm ready Chalky" She wispered, leaning onto him gently.
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Jan 4, 2008 21:45:48 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 21:45:48 GMT -5
Izzy smiled wider at her smile and comment, secretly hoping she would. He couldnt keep his newfound joy out of his face. He had a new member in his pack, which had previously been very small and consisted only of him. Thoughts of that lurking monster that was constantly looking to ruin his life vanished. For once in his life, he was happy. Forget that his hand was now permanently crippled! Forget that he had a ton of coal burns on his stomach! Forget that he was almosted killed by his own personal Hell! He had a new buddy, a friend, and he wasnt going to let anything get in the way of that.
"Thanks for the reminder," he said sarcastically, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to rubbing his left temple with his good hand. "When that happens I beg you to knock me out or sneak back here to grab a sedetive." He opened one eye to watch as she wrapped his hand up extra tight, making it so that he could feel it's pulse. Finally they could get out of here. Not that being alone together in a bathroom was a bad thing.
"Okay then, Pretty Waitress, this should be a smooth ride." As long as I dont crash into anything, he added silently to himself. Without further ado, he proceeded to wrapping his left arm around her shoulders and lifting her up under her knees with his right. Izzy then crashed through the door, trying not to hurt Maple while doing so. He almost slid into the sinks because of the blood on the floor, but managed to keep balance while racing for the door. The nurses must have been listening to the whole thing, for they looked shocked and grossed out at the same time and scattered instantly as he passed. "Oh dear," he muttered, imagining what would happen if they told anyone else. "Well, I guess they wont look at you the same again," he mentioned to Maple. Nurses had to dive and dodge out of the way as the two passed, the drugs making the blue-eyed teen not such a good driver. Finally came the door. But when he tried to stop, he instead skidded straight for it. Lucky for both of them someone was coming in, so they managed to slip past him and out. Out into the fresh out. Out of the hospital, finally! Except for the fact that Izzy tripped right outside the place and landed with Maple on top of him, it had gone pretty smoothly.
"So," Izzy wheezed, the wind knocked out of him from the blonde landing on him. "Want to go clothes shopping?"
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