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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Dec 19, 2005 1:30:49 GMT -5
YAY A POST!!! ...  ...and a good one too! beautiful! i'll try to write soon. |
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Post by Dayna on Dec 20, 2005 2:19:34 GMT -5
ok, I hope you guys like this chapter. It's not as good as the others and its kinda long.
Jonathan put his glasses on the counter and stared at his reflection, things seemed to be going from bad to worse. When he had gotten home, he tried to make some coffee while wearing his wet suit, which caused him to get shocked when he plugged the damn thing in. Then he had called Rose and asked where she would like to go. She said that she wanted to go to a little restaurant called The Crow, then gave him the directions to it, just as his landlord had yelled that he needed this months rent. That incident left him extremely embarrassed and he wished that he could cancel going to the restaurant with her. She might give him more money and the last thing Jonathan wanted to be was a charity chase.
He had finally changed out of his wet, coffee stained suit before it got him killed and into an old pair of kaki pants with a faded light blue stripped button up shirt and dark blue tie. He wanted to look presentable to Rose, and with these clothes he just might. Crane ran his sindged fingers through his dark brown hair, which always seemed messy; Jonathan wished he could find some way to make it look better for her.
“Why do you want to look better? She’s after something, from you and you know it. Don’t trust her, she’ll use you to get what she wants and leave, is that what you want Jonathan? To be fooled by her like a common idiot? Or what, do you really think you can whoo her into liking you? There’s nothing that you could do to make her like you. After she finds out your crazy, she’ll leave you like there’s know tomorrow.”
“Shut up! I‘m not crazy!” yelled Jonathan to the mirror. His ice blue eyes stared at the reflection as though it would reasure him that he wasn't crazy.
“Crane’s crazy. Crane’s crazy. Crane’s crazy.” repeated the voice in Jonathan’s head
“Shut up!” yelled Jonathan as he punched the mirror, sending glass particles flying. Jonathan knew that it was extremely stupid to punch the mirror, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. When Jonathan was about to pick us his glasses he saw that he had gashed his right hand and blood was now dripping on his pants and glasses.
“Dammit!”
“Smooth Crane, she already thinks you’re weird, show up with blood on your cloths and she’ll think you’re a freak. Hahahahah”
Jonathan ignored the voice as he wrapped toilet paper around his right hand. The bleeding soon stopped and he put a bandage on the cut. He looked at his kaki pants, the blotches of red made the pants seem as though they were for a clown. Jonathan knew it was pointless to change, so he stood up heading to the door.
Suddenly, the apartment started to shake and rumble, the Gotham Train must have been passing overhead. Jonathan kept on walking to the door when pieces of the ceiling fell onto his head and back. It felt like he had been shot, as Jonathan grabbed his head and back. When he looked at his hand he saw that his head was bleeding. Perfect he thought he was bleeding again; he hoped that it wouldn’t get on his shirt.
“Don’t be worried about blood on your shirt; you should be worried about that plaster on your shirt. Trust me, it won’t come off. You’ll look so nice to your dear old Rose, a dumb bandage on your hand, bloody pants, shirt that’s covered with plaster, and to top it all off, your hair is covered in blood.” hisses the voice
“Why won’t you just shut up” hissed Jonathan back.
“I’ll shut up when you start listening to me, it’ll be the best thing you’ll ever do.”
“I doubt it” said Jonathan as he walked out the door.
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Jonathan could count all the times he was late on his hand, and this time was one of them. It was still raining and his Chevy Malibu wasn’t going as fast as he wanted. He was about to pull into one of the restaurant’s parking space when a red 1969 Cobra pulled in front of him. With all that has happened that night including this, Jonathan finally lost his cool. He stopped his Chevy Malibu and got out of his car to teach that person a lesson on driving. He walked to the red 1969 cobra and banged on the window.
“Excuses me! But I was going to park in that spot, but you took it. Now, how stupid are you too not seeing my car going to park in this spot? My God, people who drive like you should drive off a cliff! “He yelled to the window. Jonathan stared into the black window of the car, when suddenly the window was rolled down to find that it was Rose staring back at him. His jaw dropped as her eyes narrowed.
“Well Dr. Crane, with this rain, I could barley see. But I’ll keep in mind about driving off a cliff.”
“Rose, I am so sorry, I didn’t know and-”
“Save it for later Jonathan, lets just go in.” said Rose as she got out of her car and thrusted Jonathan’s umbrella into his hands. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
Jonathan was stunned that she still wanted to have dinner with him. The pain of having the umbrella shoved at him was nothing to the pain of embarrassment that washed over him.
“I told you she wants something for herself, why else would she stay after you were just an ass to her?” said the familiar voice
“I think you might right” whispered Jonathan
“I told you listening to me was a good idea, do it more often and you’ll be an a$$hole quite less.” replied the voice
“Who are you talking to Jonathan?” said Rose, appearing right behind him
“Nothing” said Jonathan straightening his tie and looking up and Rose’s disappointed face.
“Jonathan”
“Yes Rose?”
“Why in God’s green Earth do you have plaster on your shirt?”
“I ummm…”
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Post by Dayna on Dec 20, 2005 12:59:04 GMT -5
I know its stupid to double post, but I found this pic and I thought it went well with the story  
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 20, 2005 17:52:05 GMT -5
That chapter was great Dayna! Could his day get any worse? poor poor Jonathan. I was actually laughing at some parts, so thanks for putting a little humor. And again, you brought back the scarecrow. It seems like he's beginning to take his advice. *CB.... GRRR. As soon as I'm allowed* That picture is neat. Especially the scarecrow half. Did you draw it? |
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Post by Dayna on Dec 20, 2005 19:02:29 GMT -5
Thanks ;D no I found it at livejournal 
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 21, 2005 18:37:11 GMT -5
anyone else(not me!)
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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Dec 22, 2005 2:13:57 GMT -5
oooh such a great post! Awesome job dayna! I lam really starting to like this story! I think I may try to write some more *for real this time* tomorrow. I'd do it now but I'm tired and just finished writing the post for my Cillian instruction manual, and to top it all off, my mom wants the comp. *sigh* Oh well, maybe later. In the meantime, beautiful posts everyone!
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Post by Dayna on Dec 22, 2005 2:20:55 GMT -5
Thanks, but everyone whose been writing here also deserve credit for this awesome story. Don't worry, when you write a chapter, it will be great.
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 25, 2005 13:48:31 GMT -5
MORE(look at my sig)
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Post by girl in the sharkskin tuxedo on Dec 27, 2005 22:15:19 GMT -5
Jonathan was blushing hard, his entire face turning a bright red. Wilhelmina looked apologeticly at him, as if she insulted him.
"I...I was just trying to look nice for you...My apartment is crap, my ceiling caved in a bit..."
"Oh, dear..."she muttered. She began to wipe a trail of blood that was trailing down Jonathan's neck with napkins off of a table. Her face was so close, her free arm instinctively wrapped around his shoulder, Jonathan's blush only grew.
"Poor thing. You should get to a doctor. How about we do this another time? Breakfast, maybe? You just need to get some stitches and rest for now..."
Her gentle voice cooed in his head as she let go of him and walked beside him to his car.
"Take care of yourself. I'll see you tommorow."
She smiled and waved goodbye as she got back into her car. Jonathan was embarrased. She had such a motherly responce with him.
What did I tell you? No one treats aquantances that way...
Shut up. She was kind enough to care about my injury. She's just a nice woman.
The voice growled, but was silent for the drive back to his rickety place of residence.
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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Dec 28, 2005 11:10:04 GMT -5
Wow, jinna. Nice! LOL, poor Crane, he has to try AGAIN! things are just not going very well with him, are they?
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 28, 2005 19:16:39 GMT -5
awwww. That was sweet Jinna. I'm happy she didn't make fun of him for it. write more, will ya?
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Post by girl in the sharkskin tuxedo on Dec 30, 2005 22:17:31 GMT -5
D: someone else should continue! |
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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Jan 1, 2006 4:48:03 GMT -5
hmmm...I'll try tomorrow night, but I've said that a million times and just got my sims game to work, so we'll see...
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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Jan 6, 2006 23:25:59 GMT -5
Wow...it looks like I have some Cillian Bars to hand out!!! Sorry I vanished for a bit...the quarter has started up again at school and my days are a bit action-packed right now. You all are doing such an awesome job...thanks for the contributions. Maybe, if things slow down a bit, I might throw out a short chapter of my own. Either way...keep up the good work ladies, you ROCK!!!!
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Mega thanks to Greenday for the awesome sig!!
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