Ya know. Religion is pissing me off.
Most religons have one big MALE head honcho. Anyone consider that maybe he's the same dude everytime?
Religion has almost always put down females btw. Except Druids and Amazons (wtf did they worship?) women have been the lower sex.
Fuck that.
I have so many questions. (Really. I could go on) But asking a priest (do you see any priestesses? NO. There are nuns but no FEMALE POPE.) makes him say 'read the bible'. umm... it's tainted and been messed with a mistranslated over the years.
Halp.... Someone who will answer logistically.
A sneer on your lip, but want in your eye.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Royal Atrocity 2
"Jeezuz our dad's horrible, like you." Rontu snapped, and at the last bit he paled.
"Th..that's al ie! My sister would never..." HE bit down on his lower lip, panicking a bit.
"Don't you dare-! Gaah, fuck you!" He nsapepd, pissed, annoyed, and shcoked all at once.. Did his sister really move on, ignoring the fact he was kidnapped, and snogging with a man far odler hten her?
"Oh please, you ARE the pervert, chaining me up like this, havign me as a slave instead of killing me-and I'm red beacuse...beacuse I'm MAD, that's why!" HE snapped, turning his head away to glare at hte window. Antoehr bump, and a leg came out, causing his wrists to pop and bruise, nadh e sowre, getting back on the seat and glaring at the ground.
"......Not like I wanted to kiss some snobbish brat who's been pampered and bathed in perfumes all his damn life..'
Xavier sat quiet for a moment, wincing then got up and undid the boy's chains before retreating to the farthest corner away from the boy. "Yeah. Because I'm totally having your skin flayed... And yes, your sister would. Which wouldn't be bad, Jem's a fine kid, respectful. And don't I dare what? Tell you what will happen if you escape? Don't be stupid."
His dark hair hid his eyes as he stared at the window, the day turning to night, "You'd rather be dead then huh... And you kissed a pervert then. And you may be mad but your face isn't red because of that particular emotion." That's right Xavier, state the obvious... He was pissed, he'd enjoyed that kiss more than he thought he should and it bothered him to no end. If he did decided to swing that way it shouldn't be with a boy who not only made a fool of him but totally hated his guts. Well, except the reaction. Lust maybe? He shrugged to himself, it was more than likely...
Ahhh....
He sighed with relief, moving away to the farthest corner-not mirroring the other's moves, he just did'tn want to be close, and he rubbed his wrists, sitting down properly and glaring out the window.
"He'd better not touch her anywhere..." HE muttered, the brotherly instincts kicking in. He was older, by five minutes, so he had that authority.
"I meant don't you dare use her as a threat, and if Jemmy's a 'nice guy' liek oyu say, I'm sure he'd slit her throat the moment I escape and you alerted him or somethign along hte lines of that."
He crossed his legs, out of habit, in the female fashion, andh e crossed his arms, movign them a bit to get the blood flowing as he stared out of hte window, a flush still on his face.
"Go check your eyes Prince-not everyone fawns over you....I don't liek you at all, it's just that..." HE blushed ab it mroe, then sighed.
"Dressing up as a woman does get you ...grabbed, in places, and you tend to get used to men fawning over you, alright? S...so just shut up, it's apart of my act for my sheeks to flush, it's become involuntary now."
A total lie, but he did'nt want the prince winning this battle.
As night turned to day, Rontu restedh is head against the wall, and soon his eyes closed. Onceh e was asleep, his hands fell into his lap, and gradually he laid down across the seats, sleeping rather soundly....Then again, his sister did say he always slept like a rock.
He chuckled at the boy's remark, "Rontu, I seriously doubt you have control over her choices so calm. And..." He tilted his head as the boy fell asleep after speaking..
"Hmm, you are on weird fellow... And a bad liar." He brought a cloak from under the seats and laid it over the boy. "Yeesh... Some scary prince I am. Letting you go and now this.. What the fuck am I thinking." Xavier, talking to himself, assumed Rontu was fast asleep and could not hear him.
"Well... I'm sure I'll think of worse things once we reach the castle... Should be early tomorrow morning. I doubt the sun will even be up then.." He yawned and slowly fell asleep himself, sitting up.
Hours later the carriage rolled to a stop and a gentle tap from the door woke Xavier up. Ora was there, smiling warmly as usual. She looked at Rontu and raised her eyebrow, "You better fix that M'lord before somebody sees."
Xavier nodded and picked up the boy, covering his face with the robe, "He sleeps like a frickin board..." The Prince and maid quickly scurried inside the castle, being seen by only one guard but a kind one so they wouldn't be ratted out. Xavier and Ora reached his room and he put the boy down on the windowseat. "Um... What do I do now with him.. I don't want Father to see."
Ora smirked, ironically mirroring the Prince's, "I'll just tell them you fell ill. They'll stay out of your room for awhile. I'm sure your Father thinks the boy was taken by the Slave Caravan so don't worry." She left the room, firmly closing the door behind her. Xavier turned and looked at Rontu's sleeping form.. the boy was certainly different than what he'd expected. Then again what had he expected? A scared out of his mind slave?
"....mnn...."
He twisted a bit in the other's grip as he was carried, and gripped his shirt, yawnign and snuggling into the warmth-he figured it was his sister, they shared the same bedi n the small caravan....
"Nng....Issie..move over...." HE kicked the air gently, and felt cloth over his face.
Ah, she pushed the blanket, didn't she?
He grunted, but relaxed after a while, yawning....hnn, the blanket smelled funny....
He stirred, rolling off the windowside and falling with a thud on the ground.
"....Mph?"
Did...Issie kick him off the bed?
"Owww....." HE sat up, a hand slidign out form under the cloak to yank it off, and he rubbed the back of his head, blinking-
Hnn?!
He looked around the elaborate room with wide eyes fileld with surprise.
The..hell?! This wasn't the caravan-!
His eyes laid on the prince, and he stood up, dropping the cloak and glarign at him, though he was surprised, his mind blank at hte moment.
"Who....what the-hell?" It came to him and he wiped his eyes, figuring this was just some weird dream, and glanced at the prince again.
Nope, not a dream-he really was a prisoner....
"Ah...umm...Morning?" He rubbed the back of his head, then slid his hands into his shirt and yanked out the sandbag breasts-no wonder he felt uncomftorle. HE let them drop, his shirt flattening ot a simple blackshirt, and after pulling otu the sandbags at his waist, to reveal narrow hips instead. Once he was done with all of this, he crossedh is arms, glaring up at hte Prince.
"ANd just how long are you going to stare at me?" HE snapped, a bit embarrassed that the other had watched him.......
Xavier frowned, the boy undoubtedly missed his sister. He wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, maybe a bit better for having parent's 'attention'. He laughed out loud as Rontu fell off the bed, "You've got to be kidding me!" He slowly stopped laughing, "Very graceful for an acrobat."
"Heh, good morning. Finally got it in your head to get rid of the girly attributes eh?" Xavier smirked and kicked the sandbags toward the garbage, "That is strange beyond words. Ah well." He sat down across from the window seat and deliberately stared at the boy, "As long as I want thank you. Technically you are my property like it or not."
“Sh..shut up...I move in my sleep....” He muttered,, crossing his arms and leaning against hte window sill, only the man kept staring at him, so he glared right back, though after a while he had to avert his gaze, a shiver running down his spine.
“So...you kidnap me just to stare at me? You’re just like the men that watch me dance, always gawking...” He stuck out his tongue, then smirked.
“And by men, I mean old men, geezers.”
He stood up, glancing at hte window-they were pretty high, but those ledges looked..durable. He’d try later.
“Property? More like stolen goods, you rotten prince.” Yes, he knew he was going low, insulting the prince and all, but if it got him death quicker, hten maybe he could haunt him in the afterlife or something.
Xavier laughed, "Right. Because I am soooo old. And quit thinking about escaping." He turned away from the boy to walk across his room and to a large, ornate dresser. "And you were mine once your kin accepted the money. Quite funny actually. ...And is rotten prince the best you can do? Seriously."
He dug around in some of the drawer's until he came up with a set of new clothes. His dark eyes glared at Rontu until he was sure the boy was to.. whatever he was... to look back. Xavier quickly changed. "You might just want to stay in this room by the way. If anyone finds you, they will kill you and then what fun would that be?"
The prince ran over to the other wall to grab a decorated rapier from it's case and attached it to his belt. "Fortunately for you Rontu I have a court meeting." He cast one last look at his new acquisition, one of confusion then left the room. Xavier's dark boots clacked against polished marble floors as he swept towards the council's room. He really could care less since he had no say but Xavier figured that he needed to learn this for when he ruled the country.
"Oh I could say alot worse, but I'd rather keep my limbs intact." HE crossed his arms, hten blinked.
He rolled his eyes, groaning to himself as the other grabbed clothes, and glared at him. HE blinked, hten realized what hte lok meant.
"I'm not a pervert-what a self concious prince..." HE rolledh is eyes and turned his back, though he did get a view of hte other's broad chest in the window's reflection. HE flushed a bit, but since he was facing the otehr way, he was sure the other did'nt notice.
"...kill me? Why?" He seemed annoyed-did htey order them to kill him if they saw him? What kidn of vicious jerk was this guy?
He turned around as hteo ther walekd and grabbed hte jeweled sword, looking at him puzzled. THat made Rontu raise an eyebrow, and he leaned agaisnt the wall until theo ther left.
As the footsteps faded, he turned ot hte window, grabbign the corner and tugging. Half an hour later, he tugged, then sighed, resting agains it-
"W-woah!" HE fell throguh-ah, he forgot castles had the kind that pushed out...
He winced as his back scraped agianst the stone tiles and he tumbled, barely managing to catch the ledge with a hand. HE glanced down over his shoudler, saw the country side, and paled, grabbign the edge with his otehr hand, and pulling himself up, panting.
"Ah....m-made it...."
Only.... he was on a tower top, and there was no way down...damn.
He glanced around over the edges, but there were no windows. So he sat there, trying to make himself comftorble as he measured distances mentally, to see ifh e could try running and jumping.
The closest was the stone edge near hte prince's window, so he ran and jumped, only he missed and yelped, catching it with his hands, only a part crumbled away. Glancing under him, he saw spides of towers-no way he'd survive the fall. He grabbed at the drapes, and tugged himself up beforei t ripped, and he fell back into the Prince's room, still holding a part of hte drapes and panting heavily.
"H...holy shit..."
I am NOT doing that again...
(I hope y'all are likng the rp. )
"Th..that's al ie! My sister would never..." HE bit down on his lower lip, panicking a bit.
"Don't you dare-! Gaah, fuck you!" He nsapepd, pissed, annoyed, and shcoked all at once.. Did his sister really move on, ignoring the fact he was kidnapped, and snogging with a man far odler hten her?
"Oh please, you ARE the pervert, chaining me up like this, havign me as a slave instead of killing me-and I'm red beacuse...beacuse I'm MAD, that's why!" HE snapped, turning his head away to glare at hte window. Antoehr bump, and a leg came out, causing his wrists to pop and bruise, nadh e sowre, getting back on the seat and glaring at the ground.
"......Not like I wanted to kiss some snobbish brat who's been pampered and bathed in perfumes all his damn life..'
Xavier sat quiet for a moment, wincing then got up and undid the boy's chains before retreating to the farthest corner away from the boy. "Yeah. Because I'm totally having your skin flayed... And yes, your sister would. Which wouldn't be bad, Jem's a fine kid, respectful. And don't I dare what? Tell you what will happen if you escape? Don't be stupid."
His dark hair hid his eyes as he stared at the window, the day turning to night, "You'd rather be dead then huh... And you kissed a pervert then. And you may be mad but your face isn't red because of that particular emotion." That's right Xavier, state the obvious... He was pissed, he'd enjoyed that kiss more than he thought he should and it bothered him to no end. If he did decided to swing that way it shouldn't be with a boy who not only made a fool of him but totally hated his guts. Well, except the reaction. Lust maybe? He shrugged to himself, it was more than likely...
Ahhh....
He sighed with relief, moving away to the farthest corner-not mirroring the other's moves, he just did'tn want to be close, and he rubbed his wrists, sitting down properly and glaring out the window.
"He'd better not touch her anywhere..." HE muttered, the brotherly instincts kicking in. He was older, by five minutes, so he had that authority.
"I meant don't you dare use her as a threat, and if Jemmy's a 'nice guy' liek oyu say, I'm sure he'd slit her throat the moment I escape and you alerted him or somethign along hte lines of that."
He crossed his legs, out of habit, in the female fashion, andh e crossed his arms, movign them a bit to get the blood flowing as he stared out of hte window, a flush still on his face.
"Go check your eyes Prince-not everyone fawns over you....I don't liek you at all, it's just that..." HE blushed ab it mroe, then sighed.
"Dressing up as a woman does get you ...grabbed, in places, and you tend to get used to men fawning over you, alright? S...so just shut up, it's apart of my act for my sheeks to flush, it's become involuntary now."
A total lie, but he did'nt want the prince winning this battle.
As night turned to day, Rontu restedh is head against the wall, and soon his eyes closed. Onceh e was asleep, his hands fell into his lap, and gradually he laid down across the seats, sleeping rather soundly....Then again, his sister did say he always slept like a rock.
He chuckled at the boy's remark, "Rontu, I seriously doubt you have control over her choices so calm. And..." He tilted his head as the boy fell asleep after speaking..
"Hmm, you are on weird fellow... And a bad liar." He brought a cloak from under the seats and laid it over the boy. "Yeesh... Some scary prince I am. Letting you go and now this.. What the fuck am I thinking." Xavier, talking to himself, assumed Rontu was fast asleep and could not hear him.
"Well... I'm sure I'll think of worse things once we reach the castle... Should be early tomorrow morning. I doubt the sun will even be up then.." He yawned and slowly fell asleep himself, sitting up.
Hours later the carriage rolled to a stop and a gentle tap from the door woke Xavier up. Ora was there, smiling warmly as usual. She looked at Rontu and raised her eyebrow, "You better fix that M'lord before somebody sees."
Xavier nodded and picked up the boy, covering his face with the robe, "He sleeps like a frickin board..." The Prince and maid quickly scurried inside the castle, being seen by only one guard but a kind one so they wouldn't be ratted out. Xavier and Ora reached his room and he put the boy down on the windowseat. "Um... What do I do now with him.. I don't want Father to see."
Ora smirked, ironically mirroring the Prince's, "I'll just tell them you fell ill. They'll stay out of your room for awhile. I'm sure your Father thinks the boy was taken by the Slave Caravan so don't worry." She left the room, firmly closing the door behind her. Xavier turned and looked at Rontu's sleeping form.. the boy was certainly different than what he'd expected. Then again what had he expected? A scared out of his mind slave?
"....mnn...."
He twisted a bit in the other's grip as he was carried, and gripped his shirt, yawnign and snuggling into the warmth-he figured it was his sister, they shared the same bedi n the small caravan....
"Nng....Issie..move over...." HE kicked the air gently, and felt cloth over his face.
Ah, she pushed the blanket, didn't she?
He grunted, but relaxed after a while, yawning....hnn, the blanket smelled funny....
He stirred, rolling off the windowside and falling with a thud on the ground.
"....Mph?"
Did...Issie kick him off the bed?
"Owww....." HE sat up, a hand slidign out form under the cloak to yank it off, and he rubbed the back of his head, blinking-
Hnn?!
He looked around the elaborate room with wide eyes fileld with surprise.
The..hell?! This wasn't the caravan-!
His eyes laid on the prince, and he stood up, dropping the cloak and glarign at him, though he was surprised, his mind blank at hte moment.
"Who....what the-hell?" It came to him and he wiped his eyes, figuring this was just some weird dream, and glanced at the prince again.
Nope, not a dream-he really was a prisoner....
"Ah...umm...Morning?" He rubbed the back of his head, then slid his hands into his shirt and yanked out the sandbag breasts-no wonder he felt uncomftorle. HE let them drop, his shirt flattening ot a simple blackshirt, and after pulling otu the sandbags at his waist, to reveal narrow hips instead. Once he was done with all of this, he crossedh is arms, glaring up at hte Prince.
"ANd just how long are you going to stare at me?" HE snapped, a bit embarrassed that the other had watched him.......
Xavier frowned, the boy undoubtedly missed his sister. He wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, maybe a bit better for having parent's 'attention'. He laughed out loud as Rontu fell off the bed, "You've got to be kidding me!" He slowly stopped laughing, "Very graceful for an acrobat."
"Heh, good morning. Finally got it in your head to get rid of the girly attributes eh?" Xavier smirked and kicked the sandbags toward the garbage, "That is strange beyond words. Ah well." He sat down across from the window seat and deliberately stared at the boy, "As long as I want thank you. Technically you are my property like it or not."
“Sh..shut up...I move in my sleep....” He muttered,, crossing his arms and leaning against hte window sill, only the man kept staring at him, so he glared right back, though after a while he had to avert his gaze, a shiver running down his spine.
“So...you kidnap me just to stare at me? You’re just like the men that watch me dance, always gawking...” He stuck out his tongue, then smirked.
“And by men, I mean old men, geezers.”
He stood up, glancing at hte window-they were pretty high, but those ledges looked..durable. He’d try later.
“Property? More like stolen goods, you rotten prince.” Yes, he knew he was going low, insulting the prince and all, but if it got him death quicker, hten maybe he could haunt him in the afterlife or something.
Xavier laughed, "Right. Because I am soooo old. And quit thinking about escaping." He turned away from the boy to walk across his room and to a large, ornate dresser. "And you were mine once your kin accepted the money. Quite funny actually. ...And is rotten prince the best you can do? Seriously."
He dug around in some of the drawer's until he came up with a set of new clothes. His dark eyes glared at Rontu until he was sure the boy was to.. whatever he was... to look back. Xavier quickly changed. "You might just want to stay in this room by the way. If anyone finds you, they will kill you and then what fun would that be?"
The prince ran over to the other wall to grab a decorated rapier from it's case and attached it to his belt. "Fortunately for you Rontu I have a court meeting." He cast one last look at his new acquisition, one of confusion then left the room. Xavier's dark boots clacked against polished marble floors as he swept towards the council's room. He really could care less since he had no say but Xavier figured that he needed to learn this for when he ruled the country.
"Oh I could say alot worse, but I'd rather keep my limbs intact." HE crossed his arms, hten blinked.
He rolled his eyes, groaning to himself as the other grabbed clothes, and glared at him. HE blinked, hten realized what hte lok meant.
"I'm not a pervert-what a self concious prince..." HE rolledh is eyes and turned his back, though he did get a view of hte other's broad chest in the window's reflection. HE flushed a bit, but since he was facing the otehr way, he was sure the other did'nt notice.
"...kill me? Why?" He seemed annoyed-did htey order them to kill him if they saw him? What kidn of vicious jerk was this guy?
He turned around as hteo ther walekd and grabbed hte jeweled sword, looking at him puzzled. THat made Rontu raise an eyebrow, and he leaned agaisnt the wall until theo ther left.
As the footsteps faded, he turned ot hte window, grabbign the corner and tugging. Half an hour later, he tugged, then sighed, resting agains it-
"W-woah!" HE fell throguh-ah, he forgot castles had the kind that pushed out...
He winced as his back scraped agianst the stone tiles and he tumbled, barely managing to catch the ledge with a hand. HE glanced down over his shoudler, saw the country side, and paled, grabbign the edge with his otehr hand, and pulling himself up, panting.
"Ah....m-made it...."
Only.... he was on a tower top, and there was no way down...damn.
He glanced around over the edges, but there were no windows. So he sat there, trying to make himself comftorble as he measured distances mentally, to see ifh e could try running and jumping.
The closest was the stone edge near hte prince's window, so he ran and jumped, only he missed and yelped, catching it with his hands, only a part crumbled away. Glancing under him, he saw spides of towers-no way he'd survive the fall. He grabbed at the drapes, and tugged himself up beforei t ripped, and he fell back into the Prince's room, still holding a part of hte drapes and panting heavily.
"H...holy shit..."
I am NOT doing that again...
(I hope y'all are likng the rp. )
Monday, August 10, 2009
My Current Yaoi Roleplay!
"Eeh, royals are coming, as in the king and the prince?!" Isabel asked hte gaurd who held hte proclomation, who nodded. She glanced over at her brother, who was speechless up until now.
"To..to see us during the festival?!"
"Do you want me to reread this or not?!"
"N..no no, that's fine ,thank you." They both bowed and left, and once on the street they both shrieked and hugged each other, laughing and smiling.
"Aha! This is our chance to become royal preformers! How awesome is that Issie?!" Rontu chiped as they hooked arms, waving to locals as they headed to the fitted stage at the center of hte town. A small caravan was next to it-it was thier home for now, and inside they hurridly changed as the people around began to prepare for hte festival of lilys.
They were identical twins, Rontu and Isabel Amaru, though the only differences was their genders. Isabel, for a girl, was well equiped with a huge bosom and wide hips, and Rontu was, well you get the image, it was their only differences.
Sooo, they would either wrap her chest up, or give him fake breasts and hips, which they did mroe often since she claimed it hurt. All the locals knew Rontu was a boy, so it was hilarious to see men of new towns gawk at him and his sister.
They were 'sexy acrobats', as in they flipped abotu the stage, teasing men with jiggling breasts(Rontu's were wrapped up sacs of lard, and hers were shown more then his, to prove the realness.) and huge thighs (bread dough for Rontu)
He would dress as the shy yet sexy dancer, with a skin tight appeal so as nto to show the fake breats or hips, while she was the ravishable maid, the one wearing scantily clad clothing that looked like a bra and underwear, with a scarf around her neck.
-nighttime-
The fesitaval was on! Dozens of preformers littered the stage and all around, preforming infrotn of the prince and the king, who were not much of jokers themselves.
No, they were both heartless and cruel, so jokers had to be careful least tehy get their heads chopped off. As women passed out lilies to those they cherished and loved, the stage was illuminated with candles, and the first twin appeared, Isabel.
Clad in scantily clad uniform of red, she danced around the stage, walking off to flip and land ifnrotn of hte prince, give him a lap dance and showing off her breast while men hollered. She did the same for hte king before bowing and flipping onto the stage, whiel the second twin apepared, a 'girl'.
Both twins preformed various tricks, and even acted, showing how the second twin was too shy to dance like hteo ther, but in the end she did, earning whistles form the men and laughs from the locals.
Once they were done, both twins threw their own lilies, Isabel's landing in the prince's lap, and Rontu's in the kings. They bowed before 'exploding' into smoke, and when the smoke faded they were gone.
Xavier's face remained passive during the whole trip. It would be interesting enough to see the festival but he disliked being able to actually hear the talk 'behind' his back. Would the peasants rather go somewhere else? The taxes in this country were lower than any other nearby country. And the war rate was definitely low and conscription never heard of. His father loved this sort of thing, anything to get a few more laughs before he died. Funny enough, only Xavier could tell when his father was actually having a good time because his face rarely showed it. His left nostril twitched a bit when King Tholand was happy or amused. The prince himself liked to think that his face revealed nothing, but maybe that was because he was rarely having a good time, as he got bored fast.
He settled into his seat to watch the festival's performers and sighed. Yet another juggler, how utterly unique. But that was when the dancer girl came on... What did the man beside him say? Isabel? He smirked a bit as the voluptuous girl toyed with him then out came her twin. Rontu? What the hell kind of name was that. But this one was just as endowed, if a bit more modest. He decided right then and there that he had to have both. A trophy bride perhaps... Either or, it'd be certain to please his father who was beginning to wonder about his sexuality.
He waited until the show was over then quickly left his father's, and incidentally his guards', side and ran off to find out more about the twins. Soon, after he'd paid off enough performers, he found out most of what he needed to know. Well, except that one was male.
Back at the royal's tent he ordered some of his men to go capture one of the girls. Even if someone noticed one was gone they couldn't say anything. Who'd second guess the prince. Xavier smiled as his men left to find the twins. Soon he'd have a new toy.
As Rontu finished dressing, hte slid on a baggy cloak, turning to watch his sister take her time in removing make up.
"You sure showed off to the prince.." He mumbled, and she glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
"What to you mean?"
"You were a bit too flashy with him."
"And what about you and the king, hmm?" She teased, and Rontu shook his head.
"All I'm saying is that you were a bit...well, not that you are, but you looked slutty."
"Sl..slutty?!" HEre she turned, glaring at him, and he held up his hands, smirking softly.
"Look what I'm saying is you were all like this-" Here he stood up on a little platform in hte caravan, as one of hte Prince's gaurds peered in.
"Oooh, I'm Isabel, I'm sooo sexy~" He began to dance rather..ah, sexually until Isabel through a pillow at him, and he laughed. THe gaurd figured that one was Isabel, and he knocked on the door.
"I'll get it." Rontu chided as Isabel, still in her uniform, dashed off to change, and Rontu opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Someone would liek to have your autograph, ma'am."
Alright no need to correct him on hsi gender, but Rontu smiled anyways and stepped out.
"Well, alright." He closed hte door behind him, and when he turned to hte gaurd the man grabbed him. HE gasped and struggled as anotehr gaurd covered his mouth beforeh e could scream.
A sharp sting at hte back of his head, andh e was out cold, carried away by the gaurds, who stuffed the dancer into a bag and set him down in the back of a wagon, the driver heading down the long road to the palace, which was only a few miles away.
"Rontu?"
Isabel peered out, glancing around, and saw a bangle on the ground-Rontu's. She picked it up, and worry flashed in her eyes. She asked around hte locals, who only shook theirh eads and averted her gaze, but a kind blacksmith who had witnessed it whispered what happened, and she gasped.
"Wh-what?! Men in black too khim!? I..I must find him!"
"You'll never get him back, those were the king's men in disguise."
"B..but what would they want with Rontu?"
"I do not know Issie, I'm sorry."
"Oww...." The boy groaned, his head was throbbing andh e could'nt move, and...he was in...a bag? He fumbled around, but his hands and feet were bound behind him, and a kick to his side alerted him that he was not alone, some of hte gaurds told him to stay still least he be stabbed, and he obeyed, trembling.
"Wh...why-"
"Don't talk either."
"......"
What was going on? What just happened?
Xavier growled, "Hey. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to hurt a lady... Let alone MY property." The reprimanded guard quickly left, knowing he'd be punished later, "The rest of you, good job. I haven't heard about anyone coming to complain... Don't let Dad know just yet..."
He leaned over the bag and nudged it. Hopefully the female wouldn't have any diseases... "Which one?" The men indicated that it was Isabel and the prince smirked yet again. Ah, the one with courage. She had been getting many looks from the other men at the festival and would likely make any male of the court jealous. Xavier undid the tie on the bag, letting the other human out.
The prince stood up and his eyes widened. This was definitely one of the twins, not Isabel, but the shyer one. Luckily for her, he felt this might be better, less chance of disease between the legs. He lifted her up by her hand, playing the charming prince, "I'm very sorry Ma'am. My guards were too rough. I hope you are ok... Please, sit." He indicated towards a plush chair and a pointed finger cast the rest of the guards out of his tent. "As I'm sure you know... My name is Xavier."
The bag was opened and he sat up slowly, blinking as he stared up at the-holy shit-prince.
He stared in disbeleif as he was helped up, almost stumbling a bit due to the chains, and he swallowed the insults down and looked down, as customary way-peasants were not allowed to look upon lords in their eyes, least they get punished, so he stared at the ground, his voice barely a whisper.
"Wh...where am I? Where...where is my sister?" HE asked as he sat down, heh ad to admit the seat was rather comfy, but he sat in it stiffly, to tensed up to relax, and hoping not to make the prince mad-rumors of his anger frightened him, and he was glad his sister wasn't around... Or was she?
He hoped she was alright, and he stared at the ground, fumbling iwth the bonds on his wrists.
This was all so confusing, he did'nt want to accuse the prince of kidnapping or anything, and hearing earleir in the bag that he was..property....
"Why a-am I here, P..prince Xavier?"
Xavier smiled, if it didn't reach his eyes, "Now now.. Don't hide those beautiful eyes." As he put a finger under the girl's chin and lifted it up. "You're in my tent. And come morning you'll be in the carriage on the way back to the palace. Your sister, I'm assuming, is still at your two's abode. More than likely extremely worried about you. I've sent enough gold to her that she'll never have to work another day of her life, not to worry." Amazingly, that was true. At that very moment, Isabel had a young guard presenting her with gold, and protection until she could hire some.
Xavier ran a hand through his dark hair, still trying to look his best for the girl. "How would you like to be a princess? Let's just say... You've captured my interest." The prince raised an eyebrow as the girl messed with the bonds. He got up and undid the chains, "Terribly sorry, That's no way to treat a lady such as yourself is it?"
Outside, guards were whispering amongst each other. The girl was pretty enough, but they couldn't fathom why the prince wanted her. Soon their hushed words were overheard by the King. Sitting in his own tent, surrounded by pretty maids(He would never cheat on his wife but he kept the girls around to look at.), he pondered to himself. Perhaps his son was actually getting interested in the opposite sex. Finally. Maybe he'd get a grandchild before he died, he'd almost lost hope.
Depsite the fact he was a boy, he flushed at the Prince's words, heasitantly lifting his gaze to meet hte Prince's eyes as his chin was lifted, and he swallowed a shaky breath, exhaling it after a few seconds.
E-ehh?
"Wh..what?"
"Exhcange for your sister, payment and a gaurd."
"Ah-n..no thanks, I'd rahterh ave my sister back!" Isabel muttered, denying the box of gold, btu the gaurd was persistant, shaking his head.
"THe prince demands it, your sister he keeps, and he gives you gold and a gaurd until you're able to hire someone else."
Isabel was stunned, worry in her eyes, but she accepted hte gold, slowly putting it in the Caravan and sitting with her face in her hands.
"V..very well.."
She told the gaurd what to do, and together they closed up the caravan and tied the family ox to it-she decided to leave the city and move onto the next, as a one woman act until she could find her brother and beg the prince for his return.
"A...a princess?"
The...prince thought he was a girl? He wasn't even in uniform!"
"B..but I can't-I mean no offense, but I'm..." The prince undid his cuffs and he rubbed his wrists, shaking his head as he stood up.
"I'm...not a girl, I'm a boy, it's just an act I do to help my sister!" He held up his hands in defense, hoping hte prince would'nt lash out or anything, and he bit his lower lip-he figured the man would be pissed, liking someone he thought was a girl-even offering them a side at the throne!
"I...I'm Rontu...."
Xavier smirked at the girl's reaction. Perhaps his family's infamous charm did work... even if he rarely used it. His dark eyes flashed a bit before removing her cuffs. He sat back on his ankles to hear her words.
"You can't? That's not allowed ma'am... Arguing with your prin-" He stopped, his face automatically flushing, "You are male....... a Boy?!" He stood up and turned away from the boy, grinding his teeth in anger. No wonder her... His name was so strange. It was a boy's name! "Rontu..." He threw the chair he'd been planning to sit in over, "You've got to be joking..."
Turning he snarled at the boy, "No one makes a fool of me..." He voice wasn't loud but extremely low and cold. A vase thrown through the tent opening quickly brought in many guards, "You idiots! Go execute this fucking MALE!" His dark eyes seemed to have red in them and the guards stepped back a little before grabbing Rontu. They led him quickly outside, to avoid what was sure to be the beginning of the Prince's wrath. As the group left the tent they could hear more things crashing and an extremely loud voice yeling, "MALE?" among with many curse words, A rather colorful choice actually.
The guards were winding the boy through the camp, a little gently for these felt sorry for the kid, "Sorry about this.. Looks like we messed up. Are you the twin's brother or something?"
Rontu flinched at the chair was flipped over, and before he could speak gaurds had grabbed him, and he paled.
"Wh-what?! No wait I-" He began to kick and struggle as they dragged him out-this wasn't fair, it was'nt his fault he was born a boy!
"LET GO OF ME! I did nothing wrong!" He yelled, struggling, nad as he heard one of the gaurds he lowered his head, his eyes full of hot, angry tears that slid down his cheeks as he struggled a bit less.
"Y...yes..." He whispered-Gods, why was he being punished for a mistake?! He wasn't tryign to make the pricne look like an idiot, proposing to a male and all. He was angry now, and so he snapped at the gaurds.
"If...if it's YOUR mistake, should'nt YOU get puncished instead of me!?" He snapped, glaring at them all, sobbing angrily. It was no use pinnign it on the gaurds, it was a simple mistake. HE hoped hte prince did'nt head back for his sister or anything.
'Over my dead body...which might come true!'
HE saw the guillotine, and dug his heels into the ground, struggling even harder as his heart thudded out of his chest.
"No! I-if you kill me, I-I'll haunt you all, I swear it!" He yelled, even managing to bite one of their arms, but to no avail on his release. He kicked, struggled, swore, and tried not to get near the guillotine, only they tied him up and to it, his hair tied by a lfew ropes to keep it in place as they closed the top.
"Oh G-god...." He began to pray, tears flowing as he stole a glance up to the blade, fear etched in his eyes.
Xavier's anger was only rising. And he had changed his mind... It wouldn't be enough to just kill the boy. Death would be easy. He'd make him suffer first... The Prince's boot-clad feet ran over the ground after his guards. He stepped into the shadows a bit as they put him in the guillotine. His teeth were barred, showing a glint of white in the blackness. He walked forward,showing himself to the boy.
The guards stopped what they were doing, waiting to see what Xavier wanted. Their faces shown with fear, worried they would be punished as well. It wasn't just the Prince's authority, it was his prowess with weapons as well. Xavier waved them away from the machine of death and walked til he was face to face with Rontu, "Guess what... Death isn't good enough."
Turning he looked at his guards, "He lives for now... Take him to the slave's tent." His fists clenched as he walked away.
Rontu closed his eyes when the executioner grabbed hte rope, ready to drop it... Death did'tn come...or was he already dead?
A voice broke out, and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking away tears that blurred his vision till he saw the prince.
He...he was going to live?
Rontu almost smiled, but hte thoughts worried him-what was worse then death?
His thoughts were answered as soon as he heard the word 'slave'.
He...was goign to be a slave?
He did'nt struggle much as they pulled him out of the guillo tine, keeping him bound, and it wasn't until he was fitted a chain collar and sitting in the corner of the tent before he exhaled the breath he was holding, tilting his head to the sky.
"I...I swear I'll never pickpocket again...thank you lord for letting me live, no matter how...odd of a way to do it..." Slave or not, he was alive!
He almost smiled to himself, though slave....that wasn't so bad, was it? He might just be sold to a nice person, and prehaps he could get his sister to pay him off, yes, that might be better.
At least he had his head.
The boy was left in the slave keeper's care for the night while Xavier sat in his tent brooding. His tent was a right mess but was quickly being cleaned up by a small girl. She was his only maid and used to his rage. She'd been in his service once he'd saved her. In a way, she, Ora, was evidence that the cold prince had a heart, albeit small. But.. that was a story for another time.
Xavier's thoughts worked calculative through his head. Why did the boy react like that if he was indeed male? This intrigued him now that his angry had subsided. He could make the boy suffer for making him look like a fool... and a pay cut for the guard's who'd brought him a male. He rose and looked out of his tent as the rest of the royal group cleaned up the campsite.
Ora looked up from her work, "Sir... if you put him up as a slave you'll never know if he is... receiving to full of suffering you intended." The small maid had an idea forming in her head, for she knew more than the Prince did of his sexuality. Mainly, because if she had another master... well, she likely wouldn't still be a virgin.
Xavier turned back to her and smiled coldly, "That is a good point! I knew I kept you around for something." His dark form left the tent hurriedly as Ora rolled her eyes.
The Prince reached the slave tent and quickly cornered the slave keeper, "I want that Rontu kid in my carriage on the way back ok."
Rontu was laying on his side, dozing quietly. He was surprised he actually went to sleep that night, even with the cold chains around his arms and legs.
In the mroning he was awoken to the smell of gruel, and his face formed a frown and he refused to eat it.
The man only shrugged and dumped the slop back into the pot, while other slaves ate it like it was the best in the world. He sat up, yawning as he stared about, fingering the chains... IT wasn't too late to escape, was it? Maybe during a cart ride he could escape....
His hopes were crushed as the gaurds came in, unchianing him from the wall and forcing him to follow them, yanking on the chians at his neck as they led him to a rather elaborate carrige.
He rose an eyebrow, wondering why here, and not where the other slaves were being hoarded, and he was hoved in rudely, stumbling over the seat and sitting up, muttering a few choice words underh is breath.
"..JErks, that's going to bruise..." He lifted his hsirt to stare at his side, where a red scrape formed form hitting the seat edge, and he glanced around, scooting to the far side and staring out the window, curious.
A gaurd came in, grabbing his chains and attatching htem to the seat sides, so that his neck was chained against the top, and his arms above him, leaving his legs free. He stuck out his tongue as the man left, and tugged at his binds.
"Somehow I doubt bruises will become the worst of your problems... and sticking your tongue out isn't mature." Xavier snarled at the boy the turned back to the book he was reading, "They took long enough to get you here. Now you may be wondering..." He turned the page, "what's going on... Well, let's just say someone intervened on your behalf and gave me a better idea. How would I know you were receiving the proper amount of beatings, starvings and general other things if I couldn't keep you in sight? Now really?"
His gray eyes scanned the boy, "What the hell are you wearing anyway... And we're cutting your hair. If you are to be in my presence I except some goddamned hygiene." He stood as best he could and shut the door to the carriage before grabbing the boy by the ear, "No one makes a fool of me and you'll find out why soon enough."
His long legs guided him back to a sitting position in the opposite corner, away from Rontu. "No food for awhile... I have to ask, Why the HELL would you dress like a girl?" He shuddered, remembering how he'd stared at what was probably a fake ass. Xavier had picked up his book and turned a page, "It's about an hour ride to the castle so I hope you're as uncomfortable as possible." His eyes looked up at the boy, noticing his arms had been chained in a rather erot- No! He shouldn't be thinking that.
He glanced up after hearing the Prince, staring at him with disbelief. Of course.
IT would'nt be this easy, the Prince was cruel as they said he was-he'd make sure Rontu was punished to the max. Great, and no amount of gold form his sister could save him now.
"Y...you could just umm...see weekly visits or something-really you don't have to put any trouble on me, you've got a kingdom to run..." He mumbled, trying to worm his way out of this, only flinching as his cold, stormy gray eyes surveyed him, and he glanced away, flushing a bit.
"It...it's a skin tight trousers...and sandbags for breasts..." He mumbled, slightly ashamed, and at hte mention of his hair he blinked, looking up, wincng as his ear was tugged.
"Ow! I did'nt WANT to make a fool of you, you decided that yourself! And what's wrong with it? It's only shoulder length..." Ah, he did'nt really care, but it was better then wearing an itchy wig. Well, he did'nt have to even think about preforming anymore, now thath e was a slave..
"Sorry if I don't bathe in perfume like oyu, Prince." Alright, he knew he should'nt snap at royals, but was it right to enslave an innocent person?
Why?
Here Rontu shifted a bit, moving to sit on his knees-it was better then hovering on the seat, and far more comftorble.
"Well... My sister and I needed a double act, and no one wants to see a brothe and sister dancing, they want to see the hard stuff, and well, we're not into incest... It was her idea to dress me up, and it was easier beacuse the locals knew I was a boy, and it was funny to see men hollering and stuff. IT was also easier to to stay close to my sister, so that she would'nt get raped or anything after the show...."
THe no food rule was alright-sometimes if thier acts did'nt sell, they would scrounge on bread and dry cheese, hence why they always ate sparingly just incase..
Rontu almost slipped when the carrige started to move, and he shifted, spreading his legs and sitting on his knees and ankles, his arms up above him, grippign the chains so he would'nt fall again.. a bit less comftorble, but it was better hten standing, so he would'nt complain.
Xavier smirked, "Weekly visits? Uh huh.. right... Don't count on it. And you know perfectly well that I do not run the country. The one be my job til daddy dearest kicks the bucket." He moved back so his face could be hidden by the shadows cast by the carriage's interior. Only the small light from the window allowed him to read and illuminated the boy's body. He looked... decent... enough in the light. Perhaps he'd leave Rontu's hair, it wasn't bad.
He snickered a bit, "Wow... We're getting you out of those clothes. That's awful." Xavier would put that plan into action soon, but he'd talk a bit more before attending to that. "I'm sure you didn't want to.. but you did all the same... I hate looking like a fool in front of my men. I can hear them whispering you know. And by now my father would've heard..." This scared him a little, if his father thought for any reason he had done something with this boy... Ah well, he'd have to stand up to the old mand someday.
"I don't bathe in perfume.. what the hell gave you that idea? I merely want you to wash more than once a week..." He tilted his head then, listening to the boy's explanation of cross-dressing, "Well that makes a little sense I guess... Too bad those stupid guards didn't grab your sister... Ah well, I can't go back now." Xavier's eyes widened a bit as Rontu moved position. Who the fuck had ordered him to have his arms chained up like that. ... Ora. God damn it... She knew it was just so... He brushed his dark hair back a bit, nonchalantly wiping away the small amount of perspiration. "Quit squirming."
Rontu watched the other shift, and suddenly he had to squint, and still he could'nt see the prince's face, so he shifted his gaze to the closed window, annoyed a bit.
"Well, sorry I don't know anythign about politics-I'm only a dancer." He muttered in his defense, sighing as he tugged on the chains a bit.
"It's...not that bad, sure the bags of sand are a bit itchy, but it pays well when I need it, though I would do better in normal clothes..." He hated the fact the other was sniggering at him, and he clenched his fists agaisnt the chains, glaring at the ground.
"It wasn't my fault or yours-you could've just punished them for bringing the wrong twin-that would'nt make you look like a fool, that would show that THEY made a mistake. Though the marrige thing did turn the tables..." He smirekd a bit himself, it really did make hte prince look like an idiot, if anyone had been watching and knew of Rontu's gender.
"Well, alot of people say nobles don't use water but perfumes and oils to wash them selves. And I DO wash mroe then once a week! You..just caught me after a show, I did'nt have time to bathe, sorry for getting kidnapped and forgetting a bar of soap."
He wriggled a bit more, shifting until he heard the prince, and he rose an eyebrow.
"Well, if you undid the chians, maybe I would'nt squirm at all, your highness." He jiggled the chians to piss off the prince, then proceeded into random poses until he felt comftorble, which was sitting on the balls of hsi feet, leags apart, and arms above him, while he leaend back into the wall.
Ah, much better.
"It's common knowledge. Obviously a King runs the place, he's higher up in rank..." He rolled his eyes and noted the boy tugging on his chains. He wouldn't get out that easily... "And shut up, you've made a fool of me already despite what you think. Don't make your situation worse." Xavier contemplated smacking the boy for his smirk.
"Well a lot of people tell me peasants don't bathe!" The prince stood angrily and proceeded to hit his head on the roof of the carriage, "Goddamned mother-(etc.) I'm going to kill you." He sat back down angrily, rubbing his head and glared as the boy spoke some more, "I don't know Rontu. If I undid the chains I might just throw you out of the moving carriage to be trampled a bit under the horse hooves of the stupid guards...."
THe smack hurt, and he ended up glaring at the ground, blinking away his tears of pain.
"Hnn, and someone told ME that royals bathed in perfume. See how annoying gossipers are?" He muttered, chuckling-he did'nt know why he was trying to be annoyign and sarcastic-in a situation like this he would've been sad, scared ,and quiet.
Hnn?
Rontu rose an eyebrow as the prince began to bang his head, and he could'nt surpress a giggle-what an odd prince.
"If you did that, I'd be grateful."
I would'nt have to suffer whatever punishment you have planned.
"Then again, I'm an acrobat, I can just do some crazy twist and fall unahrmed, and escape by the time you even stop the damn carriage to gawk at me."
He shifted again, sitting with his front out and his legs on his sides, alright this pose was better, andh e rattled the chains, not to break them, but pretending to tug at them when in reality he was doing it on purpose to annoy the prince-who probably had a migrane from bashing his head into the roof the whole time.
"Well, I don't want to be killed for no reason-now being irritating, that's a good reason to kill someone, I suppose." HE tried to shrug, bit in his position it was akward to do so, so he merely nodded.
Scared?
"WEll...to be frank, I was, but now I see you're just some snobbish rich prince who acts just like his daddy-and you said that, not me." He chuckled to himself, then shook his head.
"I'm an actor and an acrobat, I can easily change my looks with a wig, and woman's clothign doesnt botehr me anymore, so you'll never be able to find me-I could easily escape and entertain the other countries with my sis you know, we aren't entitled to stay here...."
HE triaeld off as the other edged close-too close for his comfort, and he scooted backc as much as he could, but the toehr only got closer...
"Undoing the chains you be..just peachy..." HE said warily, not wanting the other to 'force' him, in however way, his cheekss turning into a light pink.
The carrige rolled over a rock, bumping up the passengers to where Rontu's lips met the Prince's, and he flushed red, breaking away and moving his leg to kcik the man hard in teh gut, to back him up.
"Y-you pervert!" He snapped, flushing and turning his head away, over looking the fact that hte bump had made him move, and not the prince, so technically, he kissed him and not the other way around.
Xavier growled, "Yes it is a good reason. And I said I sounded like my Dad, not acted like him. If I did, you'd have died by having your skin sliced off with a rusty hairpin.. Seriously. And snobbish would technically... never mind." Crap. He did fit the description of snob.
"Yes... but you've forgotten, one of my guards is with your sister. And after the incident he's staying with her as a 'free bodyguard'. For your info she's taken quite a liking to him." He wasn't saying this as a threat, merely as a fact.
Xavier grinned as the boy's reaction became the same as before in the tent. He was about to back up and laugh it off when the boy kissed him... then kicked him. From pleasure to pain all within 5 seconds. Lovely.
"You stupid son of a bitch! How am I, " He rubbed his stomach, sitting back in his seat, "The pervert when you kissed me.. Ow. And yet, your face is as red as a cherry. Go. Ow. Figure."
(To be finished Later! The red posts are courtesy of Tom_Suke. You can obviously tell the blue ones are mine. Heh.)
"To..to see us during the festival?!"
"Do you want me to reread this or not?!"
"N..no no, that's fine ,thank you." They both bowed and left, and once on the street they both shrieked and hugged each other, laughing and smiling.
"Aha! This is our chance to become royal preformers! How awesome is that Issie?!" Rontu chiped as they hooked arms, waving to locals as they headed to the fitted stage at the center of hte town. A small caravan was next to it-it was thier home for now, and inside they hurridly changed as the people around began to prepare for hte festival of lilys.
They were identical twins, Rontu and Isabel Amaru, though the only differences was their genders. Isabel, for a girl, was well equiped with a huge bosom and wide hips, and Rontu was, well you get the image, it was their only differences.
Sooo, they would either wrap her chest up, or give him fake breasts and hips, which they did mroe often since she claimed it hurt. All the locals knew Rontu was a boy, so it was hilarious to see men of new towns gawk at him and his sister.
They were 'sexy acrobats', as in they flipped abotu the stage, teasing men with jiggling breasts(Rontu's were wrapped up sacs of lard, and hers were shown more then his, to prove the realness.) and huge thighs (bread dough for Rontu)
He would dress as the shy yet sexy dancer, with a skin tight appeal so as nto to show the fake breats or hips, while she was the ravishable maid, the one wearing scantily clad clothing that looked like a bra and underwear, with a scarf around her neck.
-nighttime-
The fesitaval was on! Dozens of preformers littered the stage and all around, preforming infrotn of the prince and the king, who were not much of jokers themselves.
No, they were both heartless and cruel, so jokers had to be careful least tehy get their heads chopped off. As women passed out lilies to those they cherished and loved, the stage was illuminated with candles, and the first twin appeared, Isabel.
Clad in scantily clad uniform of red, she danced around the stage, walking off to flip and land ifnrotn of hte prince, give him a lap dance and showing off her breast while men hollered. She did the same for hte king before bowing and flipping onto the stage, whiel the second twin apepared, a 'girl'.
Both twins preformed various tricks, and even acted, showing how the second twin was too shy to dance like hteo ther, but in the end she did, earning whistles form the men and laughs from the locals.
Once they were done, both twins threw their own lilies, Isabel's landing in the prince's lap, and Rontu's in the kings. They bowed before 'exploding' into smoke, and when the smoke faded they were gone.
Xavier's face remained passive during the whole trip. It would be interesting enough to see the festival but he disliked being able to actually hear the talk 'behind' his back. Would the peasants rather go somewhere else? The taxes in this country were lower than any other nearby country. And the war rate was definitely low and conscription never heard of. His father loved this sort of thing, anything to get a few more laughs before he died. Funny enough, only Xavier could tell when his father was actually having a good time because his face rarely showed it. His left nostril twitched a bit when King Tholand was happy or amused. The prince himself liked to think that his face revealed nothing, but maybe that was because he was rarely having a good time, as he got bored fast.
He settled into his seat to watch the festival's performers and sighed. Yet another juggler, how utterly unique. But that was when the dancer girl came on... What did the man beside him say? Isabel? He smirked a bit as the voluptuous girl toyed with him then out came her twin. Rontu? What the hell kind of name was that. But this one was just as endowed, if a bit more modest. He decided right then and there that he had to have both. A trophy bride perhaps... Either or, it'd be certain to please his father who was beginning to wonder about his sexuality.
He waited until the show was over then quickly left his father's, and incidentally his guards', side and ran off to find out more about the twins. Soon, after he'd paid off enough performers, he found out most of what he needed to know. Well, except that one was male.
Back at the royal's tent he ordered some of his men to go capture one of the girls. Even if someone noticed one was gone they couldn't say anything. Who'd second guess the prince. Xavier smiled as his men left to find the twins. Soon he'd have a new toy.
As Rontu finished dressing, hte slid on a baggy cloak, turning to watch his sister take her time in removing make up.
"You sure showed off to the prince.." He mumbled, and she glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
"What to you mean?"
"You were a bit too flashy with him."
"And what about you and the king, hmm?" She teased, and Rontu shook his head.
"All I'm saying is that you were a bit...well, not that you are, but you looked slutty."
"Sl..slutty?!" HEre she turned, glaring at him, and he held up his hands, smirking softly.
"Look what I'm saying is you were all like this-" Here he stood up on a little platform in hte caravan, as one of hte Prince's gaurds peered in.
"Oooh, I'm Isabel, I'm sooo sexy~" He began to dance rather..ah, sexually until Isabel through a pillow at him, and he laughed. THe gaurd figured that one was Isabel, and he knocked on the door.
"I'll get it." Rontu chided as Isabel, still in her uniform, dashed off to change, and Rontu opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Someone would liek to have your autograph, ma'am."
Alright no need to correct him on hsi gender, but Rontu smiled anyways and stepped out.
"Well, alright." He closed hte door behind him, and when he turned to hte gaurd the man grabbed him. HE gasped and struggled as anotehr gaurd covered his mouth beforeh e could scream.
A sharp sting at hte back of his head, andh e was out cold, carried away by the gaurds, who stuffed the dancer into a bag and set him down in the back of a wagon, the driver heading down the long road to the palace, which was only a few miles away.
"Rontu?"
Isabel peered out, glancing around, and saw a bangle on the ground-Rontu's. She picked it up, and worry flashed in her eyes. She asked around hte locals, who only shook theirh eads and averted her gaze, but a kind blacksmith who had witnessed it whispered what happened, and she gasped.
"Wh-what?! Men in black too khim!? I..I must find him!"
"You'll never get him back, those were the king's men in disguise."
"B..but what would they want with Rontu?"
"I do not know Issie, I'm sorry."
"Oww...." The boy groaned, his head was throbbing andh e could'nt move, and...he was in...a bag? He fumbled around, but his hands and feet were bound behind him, and a kick to his side alerted him that he was not alone, some of hte gaurds told him to stay still least he be stabbed, and he obeyed, trembling.
"Wh...why-"
"Don't talk either."
"......"
What was going on? What just happened?
Xavier growled, "Hey. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to hurt a lady... Let alone MY property." The reprimanded guard quickly left, knowing he'd be punished later, "The rest of you, good job. I haven't heard about anyone coming to complain... Don't let Dad know just yet..."
He leaned over the bag and nudged it. Hopefully the female wouldn't have any diseases... "Which one?" The men indicated that it was Isabel and the prince smirked yet again. Ah, the one with courage. She had been getting many looks from the other men at the festival and would likely make any male of the court jealous. Xavier undid the tie on the bag, letting the other human out.
The prince stood up and his eyes widened. This was definitely one of the twins, not Isabel, but the shyer one. Luckily for her, he felt this might be better, less chance of disease between the legs. He lifted her up by her hand, playing the charming prince, "I'm very sorry Ma'am. My guards were too rough. I hope you are ok... Please, sit." He indicated towards a plush chair and a pointed finger cast the rest of the guards out of his tent. "As I'm sure you know... My name is Xavier."
The bag was opened and he sat up slowly, blinking as he stared up at the-holy shit-prince.
He stared in disbeleif as he was helped up, almost stumbling a bit due to the chains, and he swallowed the insults down and looked down, as customary way-peasants were not allowed to look upon lords in their eyes, least they get punished, so he stared at the ground, his voice barely a whisper.
"Wh...where am I? Where...where is my sister?" HE asked as he sat down, heh ad to admit the seat was rather comfy, but he sat in it stiffly, to tensed up to relax, and hoping not to make the prince mad-rumors of his anger frightened him, and he was glad his sister wasn't around... Or was she?
He hoped she was alright, and he stared at the ground, fumbling iwth the bonds on his wrists.
This was all so confusing, he did'nt want to accuse the prince of kidnapping or anything, and hearing earleir in the bag that he was..property....
"Why a-am I here, P..prince Xavier?"
Xavier smiled, if it didn't reach his eyes, "Now now.. Don't hide those beautiful eyes." As he put a finger under the girl's chin and lifted it up. "You're in my tent. And come morning you'll be in the carriage on the way back to the palace. Your sister, I'm assuming, is still at your two's abode. More than likely extremely worried about you. I've sent enough gold to her that she'll never have to work another day of her life, not to worry." Amazingly, that was true. At that very moment, Isabel had a young guard presenting her with gold, and protection until she could hire some.
Xavier ran a hand through his dark hair, still trying to look his best for the girl. "How would you like to be a princess? Let's just say... You've captured my interest." The prince raised an eyebrow as the girl messed with the bonds. He got up and undid the chains, "Terribly sorry, That's no way to treat a lady such as yourself is it?"
Outside, guards were whispering amongst each other. The girl was pretty enough, but they couldn't fathom why the prince wanted her. Soon their hushed words were overheard by the King. Sitting in his own tent, surrounded by pretty maids(He would never cheat on his wife but he kept the girls around to look at.), he pondered to himself. Perhaps his son was actually getting interested in the opposite sex. Finally. Maybe he'd get a grandchild before he died, he'd almost lost hope.
Depsite the fact he was a boy, he flushed at the Prince's words, heasitantly lifting his gaze to meet hte Prince's eyes as his chin was lifted, and he swallowed a shaky breath, exhaling it after a few seconds.
E-ehh?
"Wh..what?"
"Exhcange for your sister, payment and a gaurd."
"Ah-n..no thanks, I'd rahterh ave my sister back!" Isabel muttered, denying the box of gold, btu the gaurd was persistant, shaking his head.
"THe prince demands it, your sister he keeps, and he gives you gold and a gaurd until you're able to hire someone else."
Isabel was stunned, worry in her eyes, but she accepted hte gold, slowly putting it in the Caravan and sitting with her face in her hands.
"V..very well.."
She told the gaurd what to do, and together they closed up the caravan and tied the family ox to it-she decided to leave the city and move onto the next, as a one woman act until she could find her brother and beg the prince for his return.
"A...a princess?"
The...prince thought he was a girl? He wasn't even in uniform!"
"B..but I can't-I mean no offense, but I'm..." The prince undid his cuffs and he rubbed his wrists, shaking his head as he stood up.
"I'm...not a girl, I'm a boy, it's just an act I do to help my sister!" He held up his hands in defense, hoping hte prince would'nt lash out or anything, and he bit his lower lip-he figured the man would be pissed, liking someone he thought was a girl-even offering them a side at the throne!
"I...I'm Rontu...."
Xavier smirked at the girl's reaction. Perhaps his family's infamous charm did work... even if he rarely used it. His dark eyes flashed a bit before removing her cuffs. He sat back on his ankles to hear her words.
"You can't? That's not allowed ma'am... Arguing with your prin-" He stopped, his face automatically flushing, "You are male....... a Boy?!" He stood up and turned away from the boy, grinding his teeth in anger. No wonder her... His name was so strange. It was a boy's name! "Rontu..." He threw the chair he'd been planning to sit in over, "You've got to be joking..."
Turning he snarled at the boy, "No one makes a fool of me..." He voice wasn't loud but extremely low and cold. A vase thrown through the tent opening quickly brought in many guards, "You idiots! Go execute this fucking MALE!" His dark eyes seemed to have red in them and the guards stepped back a little before grabbing Rontu. They led him quickly outside, to avoid what was sure to be the beginning of the Prince's wrath. As the group left the tent they could hear more things crashing and an extremely loud voice yeling, "MALE?" among with many curse words, A rather colorful choice actually.
The guards were winding the boy through the camp, a little gently for these felt sorry for the kid, "Sorry about this.. Looks like we messed up. Are you the twin's brother or something?"
Rontu flinched at the chair was flipped over, and before he could speak gaurds had grabbed him, and he paled.
"Wh-what?! No wait I-" He began to kick and struggle as they dragged him out-this wasn't fair, it was'nt his fault he was born a boy!
"LET GO OF ME! I did nothing wrong!" He yelled, struggling, nad as he heard one of the gaurds he lowered his head, his eyes full of hot, angry tears that slid down his cheeks as he struggled a bit less.
"Y...yes..." He whispered-Gods, why was he being punished for a mistake?! He wasn't tryign to make the pricne look like an idiot, proposing to a male and all. He was angry now, and so he snapped at the gaurds.
"If...if it's YOUR mistake, should'nt YOU get puncished instead of me!?" He snapped, glaring at them all, sobbing angrily. It was no use pinnign it on the gaurds, it was a simple mistake. HE hoped hte prince did'nt head back for his sister or anything.
'Over my dead body...which might come true!'
HE saw the guillotine, and dug his heels into the ground, struggling even harder as his heart thudded out of his chest.
"No! I-if you kill me, I-I'll haunt you all, I swear it!" He yelled, even managing to bite one of their arms, but to no avail on his release. He kicked, struggled, swore, and tried not to get near the guillotine, only they tied him up and to it, his hair tied by a lfew ropes to keep it in place as they closed the top.
"Oh G-god...." He began to pray, tears flowing as he stole a glance up to the blade, fear etched in his eyes.
Xavier's anger was only rising. And he had changed his mind... It wouldn't be enough to just kill the boy. Death would be easy. He'd make him suffer first... The Prince's boot-clad feet ran over the ground after his guards. He stepped into the shadows a bit as they put him in the guillotine. His teeth were barred, showing a glint of white in the blackness. He walked forward,showing himself to the boy.
The guards stopped what they were doing, waiting to see what Xavier wanted. Their faces shown with fear, worried they would be punished as well. It wasn't just the Prince's authority, it was his prowess with weapons as well. Xavier waved them away from the machine of death and walked til he was face to face with Rontu, "Guess what... Death isn't good enough."
Turning he looked at his guards, "He lives for now... Take him to the slave's tent." His fists clenched as he walked away.
Rontu closed his eyes when the executioner grabbed hte rope, ready to drop it... Death did'tn come...or was he already dead?
A voice broke out, and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking away tears that blurred his vision till he saw the prince.
He...he was going to live?
Rontu almost smiled, but hte thoughts worried him-what was worse then death?
His thoughts were answered as soon as he heard the word 'slave'.
He...was goign to be a slave?
He did'nt struggle much as they pulled him out of the guillo tine, keeping him bound, and it wasn't until he was fitted a chain collar and sitting in the corner of the tent before he exhaled the breath he was holding, tilting his head to the sky.
"I...I swear I'll never pickpocket again...thank you lord for letting me live, no matter how...odd of a way to do it..." Slave or not, he was alive!
He almost smiled to himself, though slave....that wasn't so bad, was it? He might just be sold to a nice person, and prehaps he could get his sister to pay him off, yes, that might be better.
At least he had his head.
The boy was left in the slave keeper's care for the night while Xavier sat in his tent brooding. His tent was a right mess but was quickly being cleaned up by a small girl. She was his only maid and used to his rage. She'd been in his service once he'd saved her. In a way, she, Ora, was evidence that the cold prince had a heart, albeit small. But.. that was a story for another time.
Xavier's thoughts worked calculative through his head. Why did the boy react like that if he was indeed male? This intrigued him now that his angry had subsided. He could make the boy suffer for making him look like a fool... and a pay cut for the guard's who'd brought him a male. He rose and looked out of his tent as the rest of the royal group cleaned up the campsite.
Ora looked up from her work, "Sir... if you put him up as a slave you'll never know if he is... receiving to full of suffering you intended." The small maid had an idea forming in her head, for she knew more than the Prince did of his sexuality. Mainly, because if she had another master... well, she likely wouldn't still be a virgin.
Xavier turned back to her and smiled coldly, "That is a good point! I knew I kept you around for something." His dark form left the tent hurriedly as Ora rolled her eyes.
The Prince reached the slave tent and quickly cornered the slave keeper, "I want that Rontu kid in my carriage on the way back ok."
Rontu was laying on his side, dozing quietly. He was surprised he actually went to sleep that night, even with the cold chains around his arms and legs.
In the mroning he was awoken to the smell of gruel, and his face formed a frown and he refused to eat it.
The man only shrugged and dumped the slop back into the pot, while other slaves ate it like it was the best in the world. He sat up, yawning as he stared about, fingering the chains... IT wasn't too late to escape, was it? Maybe during a cart ride he could escape....
His hopes were crushed as the gaurds came in, unchianing him from the wall and forcing him to follow them, yanking on the chians at his neck as they led him to a rather elaborate carrige.
He rose an eyebrow, wondering why here, and not where the other slaves were being hoarded, and he was hoved in rudely, stumbling over the seat and sitting up, muttering a few choice words underh is breath.
"..JErks, that's going to bruise..." He lifted his hsirt to stare at his side, where a red scrape formed form hitting the seat edge, and he glanced around, scooting to the far side and staring out the window, curious.
A gaurd came in, grabbing his chains and attatching htem to the seat sides, so that his neck was chained against the top, and his arms above him, leaving his legs free. He stuck out his tongue as the man left, and tugged at his binds.
"Somehow I doubt bruises will become the worst of your problems... and sticking your tongue out isn't mature." Xavier snarled at the boy the turned back to the book he was reading, "They took long enough to get you here. Now you may be wondering..." He turned the page, "what's going on... Well, let's just say someone intervened on your behalf and gave me a better idea. How would I know you were receiving the proper amount of beatings, starvings and general other things if I couldn't keep you in sight? Now really?"
His gray eyes scanned the boy, "What the hell are you wearing anyway... And we're cutting your hair. If you are to be in my presence I except some goddamned hygiene." He stood as best he could and shut the door to the carriage before grabbing the boy by the ear, "No one makes a fool of me and you'll find out why soon enough."
His long legs guided him back to a sitting position in the opposite corner, away from Rontu. "No food for awhile... I have to ask, Why the HELL would you dress like a girl?" He shuddered, remembering how he'd stared at what was probably a fake ass. Xavier had picked up his book and turned a page, "It's about an hour ride to the castle so I hope you're as uncomfortable as possible." His eyes looked up at the boy, noticing his arms had been chained in a rather erot- No! He shouldn't be thinking that.
He glanced up after hearing the Prince, staring at him with disbelief. Of course.
IT would'nt be this easy, the Prince was cruel as they said he was-he'd make sure Rontu was punished to the max. Great, and no amount of gold form his sister could save him now.
"Y...you could just umm...see weekly visits or something-really you don't have to put any trouble on me, you've got a kingdom to run..." He mumbled, trying to worm his way out of this, only flinching as his cold, stormy gray eyes surveyed him, and he glanced away, flushing a bit.
"It...it's a skin tight trousers...and sandbags for breasts..." He mumbled, slightly ashamed, and at hte mention of his hair he blinked, looking up, wincng as his ear was tugged.
"Ow! I did'nt WANT to make a fool of you, you decided that yourself! And what's wrong with it? It's only shoulder length..." Ah, he did'nt really care, but it was better then wearing an itchy wig. Well, he did'nt have to even think about preforming anymore, now thath e was a slave..
"Sorry if I don't bathe in perfume like oyu, Prince." Alright, he knew he should'nt snap at royals, but was it right to enslave an innocent person?
Why?
Here Rontu shifted a bit, moving to sit on his knees-it was better then hovering on the seat, and far more comftorble.
"Well... My sister and I needed a double act, and no one wants to see a brothe and sister dancing, they want to see the hard stuff, and well, we're not into incest... It was her idea to dress me up, and it was easier beacuse the locals knew I was a boy, and it was funny to see men hollering and stuff. IT was also easier to to stay close to my sister, so that she would'nt get raped or anything after the show...."
THe no food rule was alright-sometimes if thier acts did'nt sell, they would scrounge on bread and dry cheese, hence why they always ate sparingly just incase..
Rontu almost slipped when the carrige started to move, and he shifted, spreading his legs and sitting on his knees and ankles, his arms up above him, grippign the chains so he would'nt fall again.. a bit less comftorble, but it was better hten standing, so he would'nt complain.
Xavier smirked, "Weekly visits? Uh huh.. right... Don't count on it. And you know perfectly well that I do not run the country. The one be my job til daddy dearest kicks the bucket." He moved back so his face could be hidden by the shadows cast by the carriage's interior. Only the small light from the window allowed him to read and illuminated the boy's body. He looked... decent... enough in the light. Perhaps he'd leave Rontu's hair, it wasn't bad.
He snickered a bit, "Wow... We're getting you out of those clothes. That's awful." Xavier would put that plan into action soon, but he'd talk a bit more before attending to that. "I'm sure you didn't want to.. but you did all the same... I hate looking like a fool in front of my men. I can hear them whispering you know. And by now my father would've heard..." This scared him a little, if his father thought for any reason he had done something with this boy... Ah well, he'd have to stand up to the old mand someday.
"I don't bathe in perfume.. what the hell gave you that idea? I merely want you to wash more than once a week..." He tilted his head then, listening to the boy's explanation of cross-dressing, "Well that makes a little sense I guess... Too bad those stupid guards didn't grab your sister... Ah well, I can't go back now." Xavier's eyes widened a bit as Rontu moved position. Who the fuck had ordered him to have his arms chained up like that. ... Ora. God damn it... She knew it was just so... He brushed his dark hair back a bit, nonchalantly wiping away the small amount of perspiration. "Quit squirming."
Rontu watched the other shift, and suddenly he had to squint, and still he could'nt see the prince's face, so he shifted his gaze to the closed window, annoyed a bit.
"Well, sorry I don't know anythign about politics-I'm only a dancer." He muttered in his defense, sighing as he tugged on the chains a bit.
"It's...not that bad, sure the bags of sand are a bit itchy, but it pays well when I need it, though I would do better in normal clothes..." He hated the fact the other was sniggering at him, and he clenched his fists agaisnt the chains, glaring at the ground.
"It wasn't my fault or yours-you could've just punished them for bringing the wrong twin-that would'nt make you look like a fool, that would show that THEY made a mistake. Though the marrige thing did turn the tables..." He smirekd a bit himself, it really did make hte prince look like an idiot, if anyone had been watching and knew of Rontu's gender.
"Well, alot of people say nobles don't use water but perfumes and oils to wash them selves. And I DO wash mroe then once a week! You..just caught me after a show, I did'nt have time to bathe, sorry for getting kidnapped and forgetting a bar of soap."
He wriggled a bit more, shifting until he heard the prince, and he rose an eyebrow.
"Well, if you undid the chians, maybe I would'nt squirm at all, your highness." He jiggled the chians to piss off the prince, then proceeded into random poses until he felt comftorble, which was sitting on the balls of hsi feet, leags apart, and arms above him, while he leaend back into the wall.
Ah, much better.
"It's common knowledge. Obviously a King runs the place, he's higher up in rank..." He rolled his eyes and noted the boy tugging on his chains. He wouldn't get out that easily... "And shut up, you've made a fool of me already despite what you think. Don't make your situation worse." Xavier contemplated smacking the boy for his smirk.
"Well a lot of people tell me peasants don't bathe!" The prince stood angrily and proceeded to hit his head on the roof of the carriage, "Goddamned mother-(etc.) I'm going to kill you." He sat back down angrily, rubbing his head and glared as the boy spoke some more, "I don't know Rontu. If I undid the chains I might just throw you out of the moving carriage to be trampled a bit under the horse hooves of the stupid guards...."
THe smack hurt, and he ended up glaring at the ground, blinking away his tears of pain.
"Hnn, and someone told ME that royals bathed in perfume. See how annoying gossipers are?" He muttered, chuckling-he did'nt know why he was trying to be annoyign and sarcastic-in a situation like this he would've been sad, scared ,and quiet.
Hnn?
Rontu rose an eyebrow as the prince began to bang his head, and he could'nt surpress a giggle-what an odd prince.
"If you did that, I'd be grateful."
I would'nt have to suffer whatever punishment you have planned.
"Then again, I'm an acrobat, I can just do some crazy twist and fall unahrmed, and escape by the time you even stop the damn carriage to gawk at me."
He shifted again, sitting with his front out and his legs on his sides, alright this pose was better, andh e rattled the chains, not to break them, but pretending to tug at them when in reality he was doing it on purpose to annoy the prince-who probably had a migrane from bashing his head into the roof the whole time.
Xavier shrugged, "Yeah... They are rather annoying..." He felt a bit bad for hurting the boy and didn't have a clue why. His hands wrung in his lap as he sat back trying not to show the pain his own head was feeling. What was the word? Karma?
He frowned at the boy's next words, "You'd be grateful if I killed you...? Nah, I don't think so. Or you wouldn't have been throwing a fit as you were led to the guillotine. Or are you really that scared of me?" Like everyone else and rightly so... Xavier's lips morphed into his normal smirk. Didn't this boy want to see his sister again? Eventually that is.
He chuckled at Rontu's counter, "Well. That is true. But you realize that if you escape I will have all the more pleasure at hunting you down? Making your situation far worse... Because you cannot escape me forever..." He shook his head, "Ugh.. I sound like Dad."
Xavier looked up to see the boy in yet another interesting position. He thought about the boy's previous reaction in the tent and grinned. He moved in his chair until his nose was almost touching Rontu's. "I would undo those chains as to stop the rattling... Or I could force you to stop." The boy wasn't attractive in body with the stupid clothes he had on but his eyes and hair were nice enough. If Xavier saw it that way of course. He shouldn't but he wanted to.
He frowned at the boy's next words, "You'd be grateful if I killed you...? Nah, I don't think so. Or you wouldn't have been throwing a fit as you were led to the guillotine. Or are you really that scared of me?" Like everyone else and rightly so... Xavier's lips morphed into his normal smirk. Didn't this boy want to see his sister again? Eventually that is.
He chuckled at Rontu's counter, "Well. That is true. But you realize that if you escape I will have all the more pleasure at hunting you down? Making your situation far worse... Because you cannot escape me forever..." He shook his head, "Ugh.. I sound like Dad."
Xavier looked up to see the boy in yet another interesting position. He thought about the boy's previous reaction in the tent and grinned. He moved in his chair until his nose was almost touching Rontu's. "I would undo those chains as to stop the rattling... Or I could force you to stop." The boy wasn't attractive in body with the stupid clothes he had on but his eyes and hair were nice enough. If Xavier saw it that way of course. He shouldn't but he wanted to.
"Well, I don't want to be killed for no reason-now being irritating, that's a good reason to kill someone, I suppose." HE tried to shrug, bit in his position it was akward to do so, so he merely nodded.
Scared?
"WEll...to be frank, I was, but now I see you're just some snobbish rich prince who acts just like his daddy-and you said that, not me." He chuckled to himself, then shook his head.
"I'm an actor and an acrobat, I can easily change my looks with a wig, and woman's clothign doesnt botehr me anymore, so you'll never be able to find me-I could easily escape and entertain the other countries with my sis you know, we aren't entitled to stay here...."
HE triaeld off as the other edged close-too close for his comfort, and he scooted backc as much as he could, but the toehr only got closer...
"Undoing the chains you be..just peachy..." HE said warily, not wanting the other to 'force' him, in however way, his cheekss turning into a light pink.
The carrige rolled over a rock, bumping up the passengers to where Rontu's lips met the Prince's, and he flushed red, breaking away and moving his leg to kcik the man hard in teh gut, to back him up.
"Y-you pervert!" He snapped, flushing and turning his head away, over looking the fact that hte bump had made him move, and not the prince, so technically, he kissed him and not the other way around.
Xavier growled, "Yes it is a good reason. And I said I sounded like my Dad, not acted like him. If I did, you'd have died by having your skin sliced off with a rusty hairpin.. Seriously. And snobbish would technically... never mind." Crap. He did fit the description of snob.
"Yes... but you've forgotten, one of my guards is with your sister. And after the incident he's staying with her as a 'free bodyguard'. For your info she's taken quite a liking to him." He wasn't saying this as a threat, merely as a fact.
Xavier grinned as the boy's reaction became the same as before in the tent. He was about to back up and laugh it off when the boy kissed him... then kicked him. From pleasure to pain all within 5 seconds. Lovely.
"You stupid son of a bitch! How am I, " He rubbed his stomach, sitting back in his seat, "The pervert when you kissed me.. Ow. And yet, your face is as red as a cherry. Go. Ow. Figure."
(To be finished Later! The red posts are courtesy of Tom_Suke. You can obviously tell the blue ones are mine. Heh.)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Foamy Fanmail IV
Foamy: Okay, apparently you people are not getting the point! When I said 'This is the last Foamy fan-mail' I expected 'oh ok the letters will stop' they'll get it they'll listen to me, no apparently you people just don't get it.
You people don't understand that the idea gets stale after a while; you can't keep answering e-mails over and over and over!
Because the reason it gets stale is not because I'm not funny, it's because your e-mails are redundant.
I've separated all my e-mails here (3 piles of e-mails are in front of Foamy)
Pile one, the worst pile of all! This pile is just constant letters of wanting to see things naked in the cartoons.
This is the other pile which says I'm totally cool and I'm awesome and I kick ass, all very true-but what am I going to do? Respond to each one of them?
The third pile! Probably the most irritating pile - The pile where 'the fans' - the fans and their ideas! Stuff, you know story ideas where people want me to get a girlfriend or people want Germaine to get a boyfriend - now let me tell you something straight off about the girlfriend-boyfriend scenario:
1. It's predictable 2. Every time I've ever watched a cartoon and all of a sudden a 'significant other' is introduced to the main character's life the whole thing falls apart. Like a fucking shattered stained glass window in a church.
Let's make it as clear as day, that there will be no more Foamy fan mail, and here's how I do it, you see these letters
(Foamy appears with lighter fluid)
Wrreet! Lighter fluid! woo
(Foamy then holds a book of matches)
And what do we have here?
It's a fucking pack of matches!!! Wheee matches! Fire on a stick! Wohoo hoo hoo hoo!
(Foamy lights the match) Hut.
(A wall of flame envelopes around the room, except for Foamy)
There you go, see setting the place on fire! Ha ha!!
Burn, Burn! There is fire everywhere!
Why can't you people accept that!
You have invoked the squirrelly wrath that has destroyed the fan mail!
(END)
You people don't understand that the idea gets stale after a while; you can't keep answering e-mails over and over and over!
Because the reason it gets stale is not because I'm not funny, it's because your e-mails are redundant.
I've separated all my e-mails here (3 piles of e-mails are in front of Foamy)
Pile one, the worst pile of all! This pile is just constant letters of wanting to see things naked in the cartoons.
This is the other pile which says I'm totally cool and I'm awesome and I kick ass, all very true-but what am I going to do? Respond to each one of them?
The third pile! Probably the most irritating pile - The pile where 'the fans' - the fans and their ideas! Stuff, you know story ideas where people want me to get a girlfriend or people want Germaine to get a boyfriend - now let me tell you something straight off about the girlfriend-boyfriend scenario:
1. It's predictable 2. Every time I've ever watched a cartoon and all of a sudden a 'significant other' is introduced to the main character's life the whole thing falls apart. Like a fucking shattered stained glass window in a church.
Let's make it as clear as day, that there will be no more Foamy fan mail, and here's how I do it, you see these letters
(Foamy appears with lighter fluid)
Wrreet! Lighter fluid! woo
(Foamy then holds a book of matches)
And what do we have here?
It's a fucking pack of matches!!! Wheee matches! Fire on a stick! Wohoo hoo hoo hoo!
(Foamy lights the match) Hut.
(A wall of flame envelopes around the room, except for Foamy)
There you go, see setting the place on fire! Ha ha!!
Burn, Burn! There is fire everywhere!
Why can't you people accept that!
You have invoked the squirrelly wrath that has destroyed the fan mail!
(END)
Foamy Fanmail III
{{PG-13/R/NC-17}}
{The Warning screen appears.}
Foamy: Okay this is going to be the last "Foamy fan mail" I do. You want to know why? Because I'm sick of it, okay. I'm fucking sick and tired of these constant letters, of nonsense. So this is it, don't e-mail me anymore for any more Foamy Fan Mail because the fucking fan mail is fucking dead (Foamy hold a small squirrel which is thoroughly dead with a noose tied around its neck) Okay! Dead! Now this is the last one so I'm going to get straight to the letter so that you can fucking leave me alone! Okay. I just want to spend my weekends in a tree, hurling nuts at people. I don't want to have to come in here every Saturday morning to deal with your fucking fan mail, alright!
"Dear Foamy, I was disappointed with your last three cartoons. They weren't as good as the other cartoons and I keep waiting patiently for a cartoon to be good"
Oh-oh.. Great we've got fucking Siskel and Ebert here!
"Dear Ebert, Here's what you do with your two thumbs up; you stick them up your ass and die! Thanks for watching. Your lord and master, Foamy"
Alright, next letter
"Dear Foamy, I don't want to see the Goth chick naked, but I do however want to see you naked."
Eheheh (Foamy shudders) Okay, we're dealing with a sick fuck here!
"Dear squirrel-phile, You're the sickest bastard I have ever encountered in my entire life: 1) Squirrels are always naked. 2) Wanting to see squirrels is illegal in all 48 states with the exception of maybe Texas, and I think some other southern state. But if you live there, then it's okay. But if you're outside those legal boundaries, I'll have to call the squirrel-phile section of the FBI and they'll be at your door shooting you in the head. Thank you for your letter and thank you for watching YOU SICK FREAK, Your lord and master, Foamy"
I feel so dirty.
Dear Germaine.. Whoa, wo wo wo! (Scrunches up letter and throws in corner) This is "Dear Foamy" this is not "Dear Germaine" you want to fucking write her a letter, you write her a letter! I do not take her messages! Fucking bastards.
"Dear Foamy, In that cartoon '5 more minutes' did you ever get your bagel?"
What kind of stupid fucking question is this?!
"Dear Stupid Question Writer, None of your damn business"
Next Letter
"I don't know who you are but I saw this link on the website and I'm writing to you just for the sake of writing, hello. Hi my name is..." What the fuck? Man, they're all coming out of the woodwork today!
"Dear Misguided Youth, Stop randomly clicking on websites because you'll never know where you'll end up. Before you know it, you'll be having your mind warped by sick little cartoons and you don't need that. Signed, Your lord and master, Foamy"
Next Letter
Dear Foamy .. wha ree, forget it! That's it, that's all I'm doing no more fucking mail okay! I don't do no more fan mail! Get on with your life okay! Don't you people have fucking better things to do than write to a squirrel?! Write to your mother okay, she doesn't know where you've been!
{The Warning screen appears.}
Foamy: Okay this is going to be the last "Foamy fan mail" I do. You want to know why? Because I'm sick of it, okay. I'm fucking sick and tired of these constant letters, of nonsense. So this is it, don't e-mail me anymore for any more Foamy Fan Mail because the fucking fan mail is fucking dead (Foamy hold a small squirrel which is thoroughly dead with a noose tied around its neck) Okay! Dead! Now this is the last one so I'm going to get straight to the letter so that you can fucking leave me alone! Okay. I just want to spend my weekends in a tree, hurling nuts at people. I don't want to have to come in here every Saturday morning to deal with your fucking fan mail, alright!
"Dear Foamy, I was disappointed with your last three cartoons. They weren't as good as the other cartoons and I keep waiting patiently for a cartoon to be good"
Oh-oh.. Great we've got fucking Siskel and Ebert here!
"Dear Ebert, Here's what you do with your two thumbs up; you stick them up your ass and die! Thanks for watching. Your lord and master, Foamy"
Alright, next letter
"Dear Foamy, I don't want to see the Goth chick naked, but I do however want to see you naked."
Eheheh (Foamy shudders) Okay, we're dealing with a sick fuck here!
"Dear squirrel-phile, You're the sickest bastard I have ever encountered in my entire life: 1) Squirrels are always naked. 2) Wanting to see squirrels is illegal in all 48 states with the exception of maybe Texas, and I think some other southern state. But if you live there, then it's okay. But if you're outside those legal boundaries, I'll have to call the squirrel-phile section of the FBI and they'll be at your door shooting you in the head. Thank you for your letter and thank you for watching YOU SICK FREAK, Your lord and master, Foamy"
I feel so dirty.
Dear Germaine.. Whoa, wo wo wo! (Scrunches up letter and throws in corner) This is "Dear Foamy" this is not "Dear Germaine" you want to fucking write her a letter, you write her a letter! I do not take her messages! Fucking bastards.
"Dear Foamy, In that cartoon '5 more minutes' did you ever get your bagel?"
What kind of stupid fucking question is this?!
"Dear Stupid Question Writer, None of your damn business"
Next Letter
"I don't know who you are but I saw this link on the website and I'm writing to you just for the sake of writing, hello. Hi my name is..." What the fuck? Man, they're all coming out of the woodwork today!
"Dear Misguided Youth, Stop randomly clicking on websites because you'll never know where you'll end up. Before you know it, you'll be having your mind warped by sick little cartoons and you don't need that. Signed, Your lord and master, Foamy"
Next Letter
Dear Foamy .. wha ree, forget it! That's it, that's all I'm doing no more fucking mail okay! I don't do no more fan mail! Get on with your life okay! Don't you people have fucking better things to do than write to a squirrel?! Write to your mother okay, she doesn't know where you've been!
Foamy Fanmail II
{Foamy's laptop sits at a desk. Beside it are a moldy bagel and a soda, left in the same position they were in the first Foamy Fan Mail.}
Foamy: All right... {groans} You people and your fan mail. You know, I came out, I did the thing, and responded to some of your fan mail. And all of a sudden I get more mail, and everyone’s like, "I want to see another 'Foamy Fan Mail'!" {exasperated} So let’s just start, cut the crap, and get right to it! Okay? {reading and speaking} Dear Foamy: I would like this letter to be in a "Foamy Fan Mail". {speaks} Well there you go. {sarcastic} Oh, great, aren’t our goals really high. Don’t we have such high expectations of ourselves. Let me respond to this. {typing and speaking} Dear person clambering for attention: Your letter was in a "Foamy Fan Mail". Aren’t you proud of yourself. Your life goal has been met. You can go kill yourself now, because everything you do after this will amount to nothing. Thank you for writing, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks, disgusted} Next letter. You know, squirrels aren’t even supposed to read, but I’m doing this as a favor. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I live in Sweden and I watch your cartoons repeatedly, almost to the point of being nauseated. I like your cartoons and thank you. {speaks} Whoa-ho-ho, look at that. {types and speaks} Dear swiss miss: I thank you for your letter. I appreciate, also, the fact that your country puts out some half-way-decent musical bands. Unlike here, where we just keep producing the same swill, month after month! {exasperated} The fucking boy bands. all this other nonsense, I am getting so sick of this pop crap! Thank you for watching. Your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} Ah, here we go another letter, another letter. Ah, maybe this one will be in English. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I liked your first "Foamy Fan Mail". If you do another "Foamy Fan Mail", I don’t think it’s going to be as good as the first one. {speaks} All right. {types and speaks} Dear oracle: What do you think? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} All right, next letter! Next letter {beat noises} next letter. Next letter {beat noises}. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: You have been in a lot of cartoons, and I have still yet to see the Goth chick naked. {speaks} Whoa! I knew it was only a matter of time until I got one of those stupid "I have to see the goth chick naked" fucking letters, man! {flips auidence off}. I am so sick of this. {types and speaks} Dear horny maggot: I am so sick of your species looking at anything that has an ass. If you want to see naked cartoons, go to any Japanese animation site. Read my lips: the cartoon you are watching is not real. The goth chick in this cartoon does not exist. You are lusting over something that is non-existent. You can just jerk off in a comic book, for all I care. I hope you get a paper cut on your nuts and they fall off. How do you like that, you fucking freak? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. P.S. Thank you for watching. {speaks} Do I have time left or am I just going to shoot myself because of everybody’s stu-pid-it-y? {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I liked that cartoon where you were singing and dancing. Please do it again. {typing and singing} Dear song boy: I am singing right now, but you don’t know it. Because I am typing in a computer; I’m answering your email. It’s just some text, but you don’t know the rest. 'Cause I’m singing, how do you like that? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. P.S. Thank you for watching {beat noises}. {speaks} Okay, that’s all I’m doing, because anytime a sequel is done, it usually sucks, okay? And if this sucks, it’s your fault, not mine! You wanted to see it, not me! {offscreen} I hope you all get paper cuts.
{The Ending screen appears.}
Foamy: All right... {groans} You people and your fan mail. You know, I came out, I did the thing, and responded to some of your fan mail. And all of a sudden I get more mail, and everyone’s like, "I want to see another 'Foamy Fan Mail'!" {exasperated} So let’s just start, cut the crap, and get right to it! Okay? {reading and speaking} Dear Foamy: I would like this letter to be in a "Foamy Fan Mail". {speaks} Well there you go. {sarcastic} Oh, great, aren’t our goals really high. Don’t we have such high expectations of ourselves. Let me respond to this. {typing and speaking} Dear person clambering for attention: Your letter was in a "Foamy Fan Mail". Aren’t you proud of yourself. Your life goal has been met. You can go kill yourself now, because everything you do after this will amount to nothing. Thank you for writing, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks, disgusted} Next letter. You know, squirrels aren’t even supposed to read, but I’m doing this as a favor. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I live in Sweden and I watch your cartoons repeatedly, almost to the point of being nauseated. I like your cartoons and thank you. {speaks} Whoa-ho-ho, look at that. {types and speaks} Dear swiss miss: I thank you for your letter. I appreciate, also, the fact that your country puts out some half-way-decent musical bands. Unlike here, where we just keep producing the same swill, month after month! {exasperated} The fucking boy bands. all this other nonsense, I am getting so sick of this pop crap! Thank you for watching. Your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} Ah, here we go another letter, another letter. Ah, maybe this one will be in English. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I liked your first "Foamy Fan Mail". If you do another "Foamy Fan Mail", I don’t think it’s going to be as good as the first one. {speaks} All right. {types and speaks} Dear oracle: What do you think? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} All right, next letter! Next letter {beat noises} next letter. Next letter {beat noises}. {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: You have been in a lot of cartoons, and I have still yet to see the Goth chick naked. {speaks} Whoa! I knew it was only a matter of time until I got one of those stupid "I have to see the goth chick naked" fucking letters, man! {flips auidence off}. I am so sick of this. {types and speaks} Dear horny maggot: I am so sick of your species looking at anything that has an ass. If you want to see naked cartoons, go to any Japanese animation site. Read my lips: the cartoon you are watching is not real. The goth chick in this cartoon does not exist. You are lusting over something that is non-existent. You can just jerk off in a comic book, for all I care. I hope you get a paper cut on your nuts and they fall off. How do you like that, you fucking freak? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. P.S. Thank you for watching. {speaks} Do I have time left or am I just going to shoot myself because of everybody’s stu-pid-it-y? {reads and speaks} Dear Foamy: I liked that cartoon where you were singing and dancing. Please do it again. {typing and singing} Dear song boy: I am singing right now, but you don’t know it. Because I am typing in a computer; I’m answering your email. It’s just some text, but you don’t know the rest. 'Cause I’m singing, how do you like that? Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. P.S. Thank you for watching {beat noises}. {speaks} Okay, that’s all I’m doing, because anytime a sequel is done, it usually sucks, okay? And if this sucks, it’s your fault, not mine! You wanted to see it, not me! {offscreen} I hope you all get paper cuts.
{The Ending screen appears.}
{A laptop, a bagel, and a soda lie on a desk.}
Foamy: Okay. This cartoon is going to be dedicated to your fan mail. That’s right! I’ve been getting a lot of fan mail, and sometimes I feel the need to respond, in kind, to some of the nifty comments that I receive. So, let’s start with {holding letter} this one. {reading} Dear Foamy: Your last cartoon was disappointing. I think you could do a lot better, blah blah blah. Signed, some shmuck. {speaking} Well, here’s my response. {typing and speaking} Dear asshole: You can go fuck yourself, because I don’t give two shits what you think. If you got shot in the head today by your own mother, I wouldn’t care. I hope you grow up to have many children, and each one of them has his throat slit and have their guts taken out of their own body and smeared down your throat. How do you like that? What I find disappointing is your lack of creative sentence structure within your email. You are a poor example of a human being. Have a nice day, thank you for watching, and please come again. Sincerely yours, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaking, holds next letter} Next letter! {reading} Dear Foamy: Your cartoons are funny, and I like that goth chick. {speaking} Okay, well, it’s a short letter, and I appreciate it nonetheless. {typing and speaking} Dear short letter writer: Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate it, and I wish nothing bad on you. Thank you, and please come again. Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaking} Next Letter! {squeals} next letter! Oh yeah! {holding next letter} Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. {reading} Dear Foamy: Your stories are stupid, I don’t like you, and how come that goth chick in your cartoons is never naked? {speaking} Well... {typing and speaking} Dear cock sucker: You are a complete moron for the following reasons. One, you have no sense of humor. Two, you want to see a person naked who doesn’t even really exist. It’s just a few frames of animation. Are you out of your mind? Are you completely stupid? {eyes grow wider} Are you living in a complete fantasy land where all you want to see is naked cartoons? Are you completely out of your mind? {eyes return to normal size} Signed, sincerely, your lord and master, Foamy the squirrel. {speaking} All right, let's see. {holds letter} This one had better be good. I’m getting sick of this. {reading} Dear Foamy: Let’s see, ya, blah blah blah blah... naked naked... {speaking} Why does everyone want to see this girl naked? Naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, throw out, throw out, {crumples letter and throws off screen} burn, burn, burn, burn, burn... {reading} Dear Foamy: Um, I live in a cave, and I still manage to see your cartoons via the “inter-web” via satellite, through my cell phone, delivered by camel.
{The view cuts to Cave Dweller in a cave.}
Cave Dweller: {points to laptop, voice echoing} This squirrel is so fucking funny!
{The view cuts back to Foamy.}
Foamy: {types and speaks} Dear Cave Dweller: I appreciate that you like my cartoons and hope that you find some suitable habitat to dwell in. Thank you for your letter. Your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} Ah, all right, you know what? I’m done with this shit. You know, you people and your fan mail. You know I can’t please everybody, man! All right? Just leave me alone!
{The Ending screen appears.}
Cave Dweller: Oh, praise Allah! He’s written back to me!
Foamy: Okay. This cartoon is going to be dedicated to your fan mail. That’s right! I’ve been getting a lot of fan mail, and sometimes I feel the need to respond, in kind, to some of the nifty comments that I receive. So, let’s start with {holding letter} this one. {reading} Dear Foamy: Your last cartoon was disappointing. I think you could do a lot better, blah blah blah. Signed, some shmuck. {speaking} Well, here’s my response. {typing and speaking} Dear asshole: You can go fuck yourself, because I don’t give two shits what you think. If you got shot in the head today by your own mother, I wouldn’t care. I hope you grow up to have many children, and each one of them has his throat slit and have their guts taken out of their own body and smeared down your throat. How do you like that? What I find disappointing is your lack of creative sentence structure within your email. You are a poor example of a human being. Have a nice day, thank you for watching, and please come again. Sincerely yours, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaking, holds next letter} Next letter! {reading} Dear Foamy: Your cartoons are funny, and I like that goth chick. {speaking} Okay, well, it’s a short letter, and I appreciate it nonetheless. {typing and speaking} Dear short letter writer: Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate it, and I wish nothing bad on you. Thank you, and please come again. Signed, your lord and master, Foamy. {speaking} Next Letter! {squeals} next letter! Oh yeah! {holding next letter} Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. {reading} Dear Foamy: Your stories are stupid, I don’t like you, and how come that goth chick in your cartoons is never naked? {speaking} Well... {typing and speaking} Dear cock sucker: You are a complete moron for the following reasons. One, you have no sense of humor. Two, you want to see a person naked who doesn’t even really exist. It’s just a few frames of animation. Are you out of your mind? Are you completely stupid? {eyes grow wider} Are you living in a complete fantasy land where all you want to see is naked cartoons? Are you completely out of your mind? {eyes return to normal size} Signed, sincerely, your lord and master, Foamy the squirrel. {speaking} All right, let's see. {holds letter} This one had better be good. I’m getting sick of this. {reading} Dear Foamy: Let’s see, ya, blah blah blah blah... naked naked... {speaking} Why does everyone want to see this girl naked? Naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, throw out, throw out, {crumples letter and throws off screen} burn, burn, burn, burn, burn... {reading} Dear Foamy: Um, I live in a cave, and I still manage to see your cartoons via the “inter-web” via satellite, through my cell phone, delivered by camel.
{The view cuts to Cave Dweller in a cave.}
Cave Dweller: {points to laptop, voice echoing} This squirrel is so fucking funny!
{The view cuts back to Foamy.}
Foamy: {types and speaks} Dear Cave Dweller: I appreciate that you like my cartoons and hope that you find some suitable habitat to dwell in. Thank you for your letter. Your lord and master, Foamy. {speaks} Ah, all right, you know what? I’m done with this shit. You know, you people and your fan mail. You know I can’t please everybody, man! All right? Just leave me alone!
{The Ending screen appears.}
Cave Dweller: Oh, praise Allah! He’s written back to me!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Crap I know of that no one else around here does XD
-Hellboy. Specially Number 2. (Nuada why must you die!?!)
-Lady In Black
-Julie Doiron
-Jason Wade
-Halfcocked
-Foamy
-Newgrounds
-Final Fantasy
-..actually many video games
-I could go on!
-Lady In Black
-Julie Doiron
-Jason Wade
-Halfcocked
-Foamy
-Newgrounds
-Final Fantasy
-..actually many video games
-I could go on!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
RANT
(It's my 30th post. Woot)
Ok... You fucking stupid little men.
I HAVE HAD IT!
Three times this week! Count 'em! Three! And by more than one person. Have I been (even if indirectly) thought of as ugly, gross or "ew, who would want to be with her." Fuck you
I like who I am and what I am. If you can't except that. Go to hell and die your moronic dick wavers. I am not going to maintain your idealistic style of beauty. No. And my personality, I LIKE it. If you have a problem with it, stop being my 'friend'. You're here for pity, nothing else. I know your talking behind my back...
I am not stupid. By usual standards I am often smarter than you and am always right. Always. It's been proven.
Now it may be just males that do this but it has happened constantly over the years.
I am not fat. I am relatively decent looking. And have fantastic personal hygiene.
And I'm not one goddamned dimensional. Like some OTHER FRIENDS I could name.
It wouldn't be so bad. But it's not one male. It's been at least 20. And often they are ones I happen to like. (stupid me on that point.) And one was my only boyfriend! Ok! It's WRONG!
....I hate you. I really do.
Ok... You fucking stupid little men.
I HAVE HAD IT!
Three times this week! Count 'em! Three! And by more than one person. Have I been (even if indirectly) thought of as ugly, gross or "ew, who would want to be with her." Fuck you
I like who I am and what I am. If you can't except that. Go to hell and die your moronic dick wavers. I am not going to maintain your idealistic style of beauty. No. And my personality, I LIKE it. If you have a problem with it, stop being my 'friend'. You're here for pity, nothing else. I know your talking behind my back...
I am not stupid. By usual standards I am often smarter than you and am always right. Always. It's been proven.
Now it may be just males that do this but it has happened constantly over the years.
I am not fat. I am relatively decent looking. And have fantastic personal hygiene.
And I'm not one goddamned dimensional. Like some OTHER FRIENDS I could name.
It wouldn't be so bad. But it's not one male. It's been at least 20. And often they are ones I happen to like. (stupid me on that point.) And one was my only boyfriend! Ok! It's WRONG!
....I hate you. I really do.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
You're Not Sorry
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I’ve been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it’s taking me this long
but I figured you out
And you’re thinking we’ll be fine again,
But not this time around
You don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn’t know
Could’ve loved you all my life
If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I’m tired of being last to know
And now you’re asking me to listen
Cause it’s worked each time before
But you don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
You had me falling for you
And it never would’ve gone away
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade
So you don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There’s nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
You’re not sorry....
Hoping you would come around
I’ve been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it’s taking me this long
but I figured you out
And you’re thinking we’ll be fine again,
But not this time around
You don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn’t know
Could’ve loved you all my life
If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I’m tired of being last to know
And now you’re asking me to listen
Cause it’s worked each time before
But you don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
You had me falling for you
And it never would’ve gone away
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade
So you don’t have to text anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There’s nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you
Like I did - before
You’re not sorry, no
You’re not sorry....
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
IHTILY
"How nice it is to see you."
"Tell me how you've been."
"We've all missed you its true."
Here we go again....
Your perfect words can't hide your lies
Your ever so perfect disguise
And yet I stay...
The truth falling from my eyes
A fake smile...
Through the tears.
Holding me while
my world unravels
Your all to far away
To hear my screams
rip the night apart
Tearing at the seams
Giving up
Is all I can do
No more hope
thanks to you...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Hmm
Ci è così tanto io vuole dirlo. Ma non sono permesso. Devono mantenere la mia bocca chiusa. Accetti che it' s troppo duro.
Inganno (With Italiano)
Having Fun?
Living for the one
Enjoying the sun
Deception
Inganno
The mistakes I hate
Dragging me down
Destroy the morals that I've made
Is this why life's so mean
How its supposed to be
Desiderio for a better day
Non può trovare il mio senso
Tell me this can't be so
Inganno
I had believed you
Not entirely sure why
T'was something new
Deceiving is a bright sky
Yet with all these lies
I see you through crystal eyes
Whether to betray a friend
To these feelings can't give in
Severo it is to me
Tis why I can't see
Is this how it's supposed to be...
Inganno
So while I'm andato
That's when it happens
Confession between the two
Quite like forbidden fruit
Torn between un volere e un bisogno.
My elders tell me no
Just ignore...
Inganno
Living for the one
Enjoying the sun
Deception
Inganno
The mistakes I hate
Dragging me down
Destroy the morals that I've made
Is this why life's so mean
How its supposed to be
Desiderio for a better day
Non può trovare il mio senso
Tell me this can't be so
Inganno
I had believed you
Not entirely sure why
T'was something new
Deceiving is a bright sky
Yet with all these lies
I see you through crystal eyes
Whether to betray a friend
To these feelings can't give in
Severo it is to me
Tis why I can't see
Is this how it's supposed to be...
Inganno
So while I'm andato
That's when it happens
Confession between the two
Quite like forbidden fruit
Torn between un volere e un bisogno.
My elders tell me no
Just ignore...
Inganno
Way
Take a look around
Take a walk downtown
Wondering if what you have been telling me is true
That i've been living large
Should accept that it's too hard
Forget about your dreams girl
No you wait a minute
'Cause i've opened my eyes
I'm making my way, you see
Throwing out the disbelief
I'm jumping in
Giving it everything
There's nothing left to prove
To anybody else but me
So go right ahead and call me crazy
'Cuz i'm making my way
You bet i am
My Way
Does it freak you out?
I am fierce and proud
Doing it with style baby,
Who's the fool now?
I've finally sifted through
The useless attitudes
Ain't nobody pushing me around, no
I know who i am
This life is a maze sometimes
But at least this life is mine
Take a walk downtown
Wondering if what you have been telling me is true
That i've been living large
Should accept that it's too hard
Forget about your dreams girl
No you wait a minute
'Cause i've opened my eyes
I'm making my way, you see
Throwing out the disbelief
I'm jumping in
Giving it everything
There's nothing left to prove
To anybody else but me
So go right ahead and call me crazy
'Cuz i'm making my way
You bet i am
My Way
Does it freak you out?
I am fierce and proud
Doing it with style baby,
Who's the fool now?
I've finally sifted through
The useless attitudes
Ain't nobody pushing me around, no
I know who i am
This life is a maze sometimes
But at least this life is mine
Monday, March 2, 2009
Well..
AJ was moved to intensive care today. He can barely breathe and had a huge seizure last night. We might have to go to Stoon to see him.. just in case... you know. This isn't fair! He's such a sweet little boy. Why do these things always happen to him? He is always laughing and smiling. He only cries when he hurts. Never if he's just fussy. He's been through so much pain. His diaper rash was so bad because of this sickness that it looked like someone had taken a razor to his buttcrack. And that may sound funny to some lamebrains but its not! He's in so much pain... He can't breathe. It's bad enough that he's got West Syndrome so why does he need even more suffering! He's an innocent child! What's he done to deserve this?!? Nothing thats what! What do I need to do to get my baby brother some relief. I've prayed, cried, begged... I don't know what to do. Why can't he get a break? He's just a baby....
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I do not Love you except because I love you
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
-Who is this by?
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
-Who is this by?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Ghostie
She gazed down at the placid piece of rock, giving the figures on it a good glare. Amber Turnpage, 1914-1932. Forgotten Friend. She sighed, turning to sit on the said gravestone as best she could. Staring at her hand she saw a transparent image of what used to be. What was left, a blue smokelike feature in the shape
-of what used to be her hand. She could move it sure, but it wasn't the same. How many normal hands could pass through solid objects at will. How many hands could become invisble when need came? How many hands no longer beat with crimson blood... She shook her head. She was an image now, of a average height female, wearing a
-simple dresslike material. Although all color was absent from her so it was difficult to tell much of anything. Her ghostly hair was long and tied back with a dark ribbon. As with the rest of her, the hair was an unkown color but could be called light. The one thing she had left was her large eyes. The literally glowed in the darkness of the cemetary.
-of what used to be her hand. She could move it sure, but it wasn't the same. How many normal hands could pass through solid objects at will. How many hands could become invisble when need came? How many hands no longer beat with crimson blood... She shook her head. She was an image now, of a average height female, wearing a
-simple dresslike material. Although all color was absent from her so it was difficult to tell much of anything. Her ghostly hair was long and tied back with a dark ribbon. As with the rest of her, the hair was an unkown color but could be called light. The one thing she had left was her large eyes. The literally glowed in the darkness of the cemetary.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
You belong with me ts
You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset.
She's going off about something that you said
'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do...
I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
'But she wears short skirts
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me
Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say your fine
I know you better than that
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that
She wears high heels
I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby... You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh'I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong
I think I know it's with me...
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby you belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
She's upset.
She's going off about something that you said
'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do...
I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
'But she wears short skirts
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me
Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say your fine
I know you better than that
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that
She wears high heels
I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby... You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh'I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong
I think I know it's with me...
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby you belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Outside looking in. jp
You don't know my name
you don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
If you could read my mind
You might see more of me that meets the eye
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
Well, I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
...on the outside looking in
you don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
If you could read my mind
You might see more of me that meets the eye
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
Well, I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
on the outside looking in
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
...on the outside looking in
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Switch
With an new attitude
Everything can change
Aim for higher altitude
and a larger range
If ever your feeling lonely
Whenever your feeling down
Just pick up the phone and call me
You know I'll always be around
Don't give up on life
See the friends you have
Calm down and ease the strife
Live it up and laugh
Sing if you need to
If you want to dance
What you feel to do
will always be a chance
Everything can change
Aim for higher altitude
and a larger range
If ever your feeling lonely
Whenever your feeling down
Just pick up the phone and call me
You know I'll always be around
Don't give up on life
See the friends you have
Calm down and ease the strife
Live it up and laugh
Sing if you need to
If you want to dance
What you feel to do
will always be a chance
Monday, February 2, 2009
Bored Beyond Belief
Ribbon of Stone
Wrapped in Bone
When the graves all crumble
When your frown is gone
When you fall and stumble
When the nights are long
Ribbon of Stone
Wrapped in Bone
Thats where I will find you
Without noise or sound
Your wondering what to do
Silence dragging you down
Ribbon of Stone
Wrapped in Bone
Wrapped in Bone
When the graves all crumble
When your frown is gone
When you fall and stumble
When the nights are long
Ribbon of Stone
Wrapped in Bone
Thats where I will find you
Without noise or sound
Your wondering what to do
Silence dragging you down
Ribbon of Stone
Wrapped in Bone
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Claimed Soul
Over that ocean so wide
Across Mountains mantled blue
Tossed ashore by the tide
A ship's prow named after you
On an island in a stormy sea
between the broken wood
the waves flow now quietly
I'd be there if I could
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My soul flies hearing sounds of your bells.
The salty brine sends a mist
Clouds gather overhead
The only one I've ever missed
Shall I forever regret the dead?
So deep down in your watery grave
as I weep in sorrows hands
My only heart to you I gave
By dying, broke it, into strands
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My sould dies hearing sounds of your bells
Across Mountains mantled blue
Tossed ashore by the tide
A ship's prow named after you
On an island in a stormy sea
between the broken wood
the waves flow now quietly
I'd be there if I could
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My soul flies hearing sounds of your bells.
The salty brine sends a mist
Clouds gather overhead
The only one I've ever missed
Shall I forever regret the dead?
So deep down in your watery grave
as I weep in sorrows hands
My only heart to you I gave
By dying, broke it, into strands
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My sould dies hearing sounds of your bells
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Passage 3
They killed my friend today. His soul, its gone. The only one that dared talk to me. Gone. They didn't give a reason. A thug down the hall said he was dead because he screwed around with the wrong girl. How the hell do you manage that in prison? Ah well. Sounds like typical humanity to me. I've had it. I've started my own hole in the wall... And been secretly killing guards... stealing the powder from their guns. Fuck this, I'm leaving.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Interesting 2
Passage on the Cell Wall 2
Ivan swiped my food today. I'm hungry as it is. Ah well. He's not scared, he's just a moron who likes to pick on those weaker than him. Evolve from the mindset of a caveman, please! The person made it through the wall. They talk to me sometimes. I still don't know who they are, for real. It'd be nice to know. Although, it is actually relieving to have some conversation. Oh well, Goodnight.
Ivan swiped my food today. I'm hungry as it is. Ah well. He's not scared, he's just a moron who likes to pick on those weaker than him. Evolve from the mindset of a caveman, please! The person made it through the wall. They talk to me sometimes. I still don't know who they are, for real. It'd be nice to know. Although, it is actually relieving to have some conversation. Oh well, Goodnight.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Little Quotes and Shtuff
"'before you critisize someone walk a mile in their shoes' Well I tried that but I didn't get to far before she tackled me and took the shoes back."
"If you don't like me at my worst then you don't deserve me at my best."
"mankind fears what it does not understand... i shall always be feared."
"permanent solution to any problem? bullet in the forehead, buddy."
"Hints are games cowards use."
"Weak Willed Bastard."
"You left me here alone,
You left me here to die,
Now I'm coming after you
And it's your turn to hide."
That last one, has GOT, to be a quote about assassins playing tag!
"If you don't like me at my worst then you don't deserve me at my best."
"mankind fears what it does not understand... i shall always be feared."
"permanent solution to any problem? bullet in the forehead, buddy."
"Hints are games cowards use."
"Weak Willed Bastard."
"You left me here alone,
You left me here to die,
Now I'm coming after you
And it's your turn to hide."
That last one, has GOT, to be a quote about assassins playing tag!
Interesting
Passage from a 'Book'Writing on the Cell Wall
So confused. It's daylight now, I think they've forgotten
I'm here. It would be a good chance to escape... No, I
think I'll stay here. This dungeon seems more peaceful
right now. It's so confusing in the real world. Not sure
what's a hint and what's not. Not sure whether to trust
myself, my instincts, to just go on a whim. Or to just be
safe, and not take that chance. That chance is so slim
anyway. Who could love someone like me? Most of the
inmates down here are scared of me. I'm beginning to
think it's a good thing. If their scared, it keeps them
away. They won't bother me then, or hurt me. There's
this person in the cell next to mine. I don't know who it is
but they are tapping away over there at the bricks...
Trying to get in. They won't leave me alone no matter
how mean I try to sound. Huh, I don't know why their
trying to break through anyway. Strange. Here come the
guards. I wish I actually was a murderer. They deserve
to die so badly... Bah, I'm getting away from myself. Tap
Tap Tap. It's driving me crazy. What should I think? And
if they get through to me... then what?
So confused. It's daylight now, I think they've forgotten
I'm here. It would be a good chance to escape... No, I
think I'll stay here. This dungeon seems more peaceful
right now. It's so confusing in the real world. Not sure
what's a hint and what's not. Not sure whether to trust
myself, my instincts, to just go on a whim. Or to just be
safe, and not take that chance. That chance is so slim
anyway. Who could love someone like me? Most of the
inmates down here are scared of me. I'm beginning to
think it's a good thing. If their scared, it keeps them
away. They won't bother me then, or hurt me. There's
this person in the cell next to mine. I don't know who it is
but they are tapping away over there at the bricks...
Trying to get in. They won't leave me alone no matter
how mean I try to sound. Huh, I don't know why their
trying to break through anyway. Strange. Here come the
guards. I wish I actually was a murderer. They deserve
to die so badly... Bah, I'm getting away from myself. Tap
Tap Tap. It's driving me crazy. What should I think? And
if they get through to me... then what?
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