Post by theatrewraith on Jul 2, 2007 4:03:17 GMT -5
So I was really bored and decided to write this random fic. In it, a bunch of Cillian's character are locked together in the same room for 48 hours. Let the madness begin!
Chapter One: Meetings & Greetings
A pretty, young man (or is it a woman?) enters the room. He sits in one of the chairs, shifting until he is comfortable. He unzips his purse and takes out a mirror. Frowning at his reflection, he pulls out some lipstick and begins to apply it.
“AHHHHHHH!!!”
“Goodness gracious!” The man looks up from the mirror as another man enters the room. He slams the door shut and locks it. He pants heavily and flops down in one of the chairs.
“I hate zombies.” He spots the man with the lipstick. “Hi,” he gasps, “I’m Jim.”
“Kitten.”
Jim gets up to shake Kitten’s hand. They shake, and Jim’s eyes widen. “Jesus, you’re a man.”
Kitten frowns. “I’m afraid you are quite mistaken sir.”
Jim stares for a moment before shrugging and sitting back down. He closes his eyes and rests back in the chair catching his breath
The doorknob twists. It doesn’t open. There’s a loud knock.
“Coming,” calls Kitten. He puts the cosmetics back in his purse and sets them on the floor. He stands up and hastens to open the door.
A man stands in the doorway, a large briefcase in his left hand. His eyes peer out suspiciously from behind his glasses.
“Hello,” says Kitten. “I’m Kitten.”
“Scar- err, Jonathan Crane.”
Kitten holds out a hand. Jonathan looks unsure whether or not he shook shake it. He does, a bit stiffly. Coming into the room, he shuts the door and sits down across from Jim.
Jim nods a greeting. “Jim.”
Jonathan looks at him, saying nothing.
There is a loud banging noise, and man with a dark scarf around his neck dashes in. “They’re not here are they?”
“What, are the zombies after you too?” asks Jim.
The man gives him an odd look. “No, the police.”
“Why, are you dangerous? An escaped criminal? Ooo, do tell, I love a good story,” squeals Kitten.
The man stares at Kitten, then sits down next to Jonathan with a dismissive glance.
“And you are?” asks Jim.
“Jackson Rippner.”
“Do you go by Jack?”
“No.”
“Why?” questions Kitten.
Jackson gives him a long look. There is a pause.
Jonathan lets out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny?” inquires Jackson.
“Jack the Ripper.” He laughs again.
“So you figured it out.”
“Tell me,” says Jonathan, an odd gleam in his eyes, “are you afraid of being associated with death?”
Jackson glares at him. “No.”
“But do you fear death?” Jonathan whips out a pad of paper and a pen.
Jackson jumps out of his chair. “Get that thing away from me.”
“What?”
“That pen.”
“So you’re afraid of pens. Interesting.” Jonathan puts the pen in his breast pocket, and Jackson sits cautiously back down.
There is another rap on the door and a fifth man enters. He looks around the room and takes a seat next to Kitten.
“Why, hello. I’m Kitten.”
“John.”
“Oh!” Kitten notices a ring on John’s finger. “You’re married.”
John smiles and fingers the ring. “Her name’s Deirdre.”
“She’s a lucky woman.”
“No, I’m the lucky one.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “What man would ever give up his freedom for a woman?”
John looks at him. “Deirdre’s not just any woman.”
“Right.”
Another man enters through the open door. He takes a seat next to Jim, and glances at his watch nervously. “This better not take too long. Lift off is in six hours.”
“Where are you going?” asks Jim.
“To reignite the sun. I’m Capa, by the way.”
“So you’re an astronaut. How exciting!” exclaims Kitten.
“Aren’t you afraid of something happening to your rocket?” asks Jonathan.
“Uh, maybe a little. I guess…”
“What is with you and fear?” asks Jackson.
Jonathan fingers the lock on his briefcase. “I’m a psychiatrist. It’s part of the job.”
“So does anyone actually know what we’re doing here?” asks Capa.
All the men look round at each other. No one is actually sure.
“You’re all here because I summoned you here.”
“Did you here that?” asks Kitten.
John nods.
“Where is that coming from?” questions Jim, looking around.
“Don’t bother looking. You won’t find me. I have summoned you all hear for an experiment.”
Jonathan’s eyes light up at the mention of the word ‘experiment’. “What kind of experiment?”
“I wanted to know what would happen if a bunch of Cillian Murphy’s characters got together.”
“Who’s Cillian Murphy?” asks Capa.
“He’s the actor that played all of you in various movies.”
Jackson snorts derisively. “Impossible.”
"You can think what you want but-"
“Sorry I’m late.” A seventh man hurries in. “I got lost on the way to-”
“Damien, what are you doing here? You can’t be here!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re dead. Now, out!”
“But-”
“OUT!”
“All right, I’m going.” Damien leaves the room slamming the door behind him.
“Anyway, you will now be together for the next forty-eight hours-”
“But I’ll miss my launch!” protested Capa.
“Silence! You’re time together begins now!”
There is a long silence.
“Well, this should be interesting,” comments Jackson.
Chapter One: Meetings & Greetings
A pretty, young man (or is it a woman?) enters the room. He sits in one of the chairs, shifting until he is comfortable. He unzips his purse and takes out a mirror. Frowning at his reflection, he pulls out some lipstick and begins to apply it.
“AHHHHHHH!!!”
“Goodness gracious!” The man looks up from the mirror as another man enters the room. He slams the door shut and locks it. He pants heavily and flops down in one of the chairs.
“I hate zombies.” He spots the man with the lipstick. “Hi,” he gasps, “I’m Jim.”
“Kitten.”
Jim gets up to shake Kitten’s hand. They shake, and Jim’s eyes widen. “Jesus, you’re a man.”
Kitten frowns. “I’m afraid you are quite mistaken sir.”
Jim stares for a moment before shrugging and sitting back down. He closes his eyes and rests back in the chair catching his breath
The doorknob twists. It doesn’t open. There’s a loud knock.
“Coming,” calls Kitten. He puts the cosmetics back in his purse and sets them on the floor. He stands up and hastens to open the door.
A man stands in the doorway, a large briefcase in his left hand. His eyes peer out suspiciously from behind his glasses.
“Hello,” says Kitten. “I’m Kitten.”
“Scar- err, Jonathan Crane.”
Kitten holds out a hand. Jonathan looks unsure whether or not he shook shake it. He does, a bit stiffly. Coming into the room, he shuts the door and sits down across from Jim.
Jim nods a greeting. “Jim.”
Jonathan looks at him, saying nothing.
There is a loud banging noise, and man with a dark scarf around his neck dashes in. “They’re not here are they?”
“What, are the zombies after you too?” asks Jim.
The man gives him an odd look. “No, the police.”
“Why, are you dangerous? An escaped criminal? Ooo, do tell, I love a good story,” squeals Kitten.
The man stares at Kitten, then sits down next to Jonathan with a dismissive glance.
“And you are?” asks Jim.
“Jackson Rippner.”
“Do you go by Jack?”
“No.”
“Why?” questions Kitten.
Jackson gives him a long look. There is a pause.
Jonathan lets out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny?” inquires Jackson.
“Jack the Ripper.” He laughs again.
“So you figured it out.”
“Tell me,” says Jonathan, an odd gleam in his eyes, “are you afraid of being associated with death?”
Jackson glares at him. “No.”
“But do you fear death?” Jonathan whips out a pad of paper and a pen.
Jackson jumps out of his chair. “Get that thing away from me.”
“What?”
“That pen.”
“So you’re afraid of pens. Interesting.” Jonathan puts the pen in his breast pocket, and Jackson sits cautiously back down.
There is another rap on the door and a fifth man enters. He looks around the room and takes a seat next to Kitten.
“Why, hello. I’m Kitten.”
“John.”
“Oh!” Kitten notices a ring on John’s finger. “You’re married.”
John smiles and fingers the ring. “Her name’s Deirdre.”
“She’s a lucky woman.”
“No, I’m the lucky one.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “What man would ever give up his freedom for a woman?”
John looks at him. “Deirdre’s not just any woman.”
“Right.”
Another man enters through the open door. He takes a seat next to Jim, and glances at his watch nervously. “This better not take too long. Lift off is in six hours.”
“Where are you going?” asks Jim.
“To reignite the sun. I’m Capa, by the way.”
“So you’re an astronaut. How exciting!” exclaims Kitten.
“Aren’t you afraid of something happening to your rocket?” asks Jonathan.
“Uh, maybe a little. I guess…”
“What is with you and fear?” asks Jackson.
Jonathan fingers the lock on his briefcase. “I’m a psychiatrist. It’s part of the job.”
“So does anyone actually know what we’re doing here?” asks Capa.
All the men look round at each other. No one is actually sure.
“You’re all here because I summoned you here.”
“Did you here that?” asks Kitten.
John nods.
“Where is that coming from?” questions Jim, looking around.
“Don’t bother looking. You won’t find me. I have summoned you all hear for an experiment.”
Jonathan’s eyes light up at the mention of the word ‘experiment’. “What kind of experiment?”
“I wanted to know what would happen if a bunch of Cillian Murphy’s characters got together.”
“Who’s Cillian Murphy?” asks Capa.
“He’s the actor that played all of you in various movies.”
Jackson snorts derisively. “Impossible.”
"You can think what you want but-"
“Sorry I’m late.” A seventh man hurries in. “I got lost on the way to-”
“Damien, what are you doing here? You can’t be here!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re dead. Now, out!”
“But-”
“OUT!”
“All right, I’m going.” Damien leaves the room slamming the door behind him.
“Anyway, you will now be together for the next forty-eight hours-”
“But I’ll miss my launch!” protested Capa.
“Silence! You’re time together begins now!”
There is a long silence.
“Well, this should be interesting,” comments Jackson.
