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Post by §ilvercell on Nov 16, 2005 8:01:06 GMT -5
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Post by hell0sunshine on Nov 16, 2005 8:57:25 GMT -5
Ohhh poor Jonathan. Not the dreaded pajamas Aunt Connie made! At least they don't have bunny slippers attached to them. hahaha! OR... a little opening flap on the butt! I would pay to see Cillian in those. |
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 16, 2005 10:12:02 GMT -5
hahaha! OR... a little opening flap on the butt! I would pay to see Cillian in those. Good Lord!  Crane is made to suffer ... ;D |
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Post by §ilvercell on Nov 16, 2005 16:02:35 GMT -5
Ohhh poor Jonathan. Not the dreaded pajamas Aunt Connie made! At least they don't have bunny slippers attached to them. hahaha! OR... a little opening flap on the butt! ok,who was lazy enough to invent those?! "well,i hate taking things off to go to the bathroom,why don't i make a flap so i can crap in my pajamas!" |
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Post by stormy on Nov 16, 2005 17:09:13 GMT -5
Those pajamas are generally for small children, silvercell, not adults. Which makes the image even more funny for poor Dr. Crane. Actually, I think they do make some for adults, but they're usually worn in extremely cold climates.
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Nov 16, 2005 17:20:22 GMT -5
^LMAO!!!! I don't know how we ended up here, but I was reminded of the movie "A Christmas Story" and the part where the mom makes his son wear the pink bunny pijama suit and he loathes it and they laugh at him! At least the dad allowed him to take it off! Poor Poor Crane! No wonder he was distrot when they had to use 'bunnies' to hide the fear toxins in BB!  Great chapter, once again! |
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 16, 2005 19:32:34 GMT -5
^LMAO!!!! I don't know how we ended up here, but I was reminded of the movie "A Christmas Story" and the part where the mom makes his son wear the pink bunny pijama suit and he loathes it and they laugh at him! At least the dad allowed him to take it off! Poor Poor Crane! No wonder he was distrot when they had to use 'bunnies' to hide the fear toxins in BB! Great chapter, once again! Thanks. Yes, I admit as I said to Azina, Christmas Story is where I got the idea. |
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Nov 16, 2005 19:35:27 GMT -5
ahhh ok! I just read both your comments abou that! I don't know what I ate last night, but I I think it knocked a few brain cells out of my head! Don't mind me.. my mind is shot off and I can't think straight!
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Post by azina on Nov 16, 2005 22:45:21 GMT -5
^LMAO!!!! I don't know how we ended up here, but I was reminded of the movie "A Christmas Story" and the part where the mom makes his son wear the pink bunny pijama suit and he loathes it and they laugh at him! At least the dad allowed him to take it off! Poor Poor Crane! No wonder he was distrot when they had to use 'bunnies' to hide the fear toxins in BB! Great chapter, once again! Thanks. Yes, I admit as I said to Azina, Christmas Story is where I got the idea. Yes, I immediately thought of A Christmas Story when I read that scene. Oh, poor Jon! |
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 17, 2005 0:10:10 GMT -5
Short chapter tonight, I apologize.
Oh, slight language advisory here.
Chapter 3
He tried to hide his nervousness upon entering the department store. Shopping for clothes was another entry on the long list of things he did not enjoy. As he strode across the ground floor, cool blue eyes vacant to the passerby, his heart was pounding.
This is ridiculous, he thought. What am I doing here?
He had not spent the $50 his mother had given him three years before. It was in his pocket. He had decided this would be the most appropriate use for it.
“May I help you find something, sir?”
He looked down and saw a small, plump woman, her blonde hair fading into grey. Her beige-colored nametag said ANNIE.
He cleared his throat, working the muscles of his jaw. He couldn’t quite manage a smile. “Yes, I’m looking for pajamas.”
Annie looked up at him quizzically, then her face became a mask of professionalism. “Right this way, sir.”
He followed her bustling figure past pressed suits, racks of socks, polo shirts and button-down flannels. Somewhere between Isotoner slippers and rows of clean white Fruit of the Loom, she stopped. She turned back to him and asked, “These are for you, sir?”
He stared at her coldly, biting the edge of his lip. “Yes.”
“Very good,” said Annie, taking a turn down an aisle. Crane found himself facing a mannequin wearing a pair of flannel long johns. “We have a selection here,” said Annie cheerily, sweeping from the long johns to several thick, monogrammed robes.
“I’m just looking for something simple.”
Annie looked back at him, her glance appraising. Crane matched her gaze, his eyes glittering malevolently. He dared her to say something disparaging. “What size are you? Small?” He nodded. She indicated a folded pair of red-striped pajamas. “We have these in small. These also.”
She handed him a folded pile of plaid. “No,” he snapped. “I don’t want these.”
She stared at him. She moved on. “There are these.” She handed him a pair of chamois pajamas, dyed a deep blue. He examined the lapels; they were wider than most he had seen, almost like those of a smoking jacket. Simple, slightly elegant. He glanced at the price tag; and in his price range, too.
Something behind the saleswoman caught his eye. He reached his hand out absently and came into contact with black silk, smooth and yielding under his fingers. The softness was unimaginable, tingly on his fingertips . . .
“They match your eyes.” Annie broke him out of his half-daze. She was still holding the blue chamois pajamas. Crane swallowed and let his hand drop from the silk.
“Yes,” he said humorlessly. “I’ll take them.”
*
He tried to forget his new purchase that Saturday afternoon, as he worked rigorously, studying silently in the library and then in his dorm room. Somehow he felt it was indecent to attribute so much importance to a piece of cloth. But around three a.m., with Hugh still out, Crane carefully crept to the bathroom to brush his teeth—and came back to the room in the brand-new pajamas.
When he reentered the room, Hugh was lying face down on his bed. Crane could tell he wasn’t asleep, but his whole posture communicated exhaustion. Without wanting to, Crane wondered if Hugh had been out with his girlfriend, Megan.
Hugh lifted his head, and Crane froze. He swallowed and neatly put his toothbrush and toothpaste away, dropped his neatly folded clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. “Nice, I like them,” Hugh said sleepily.
Crane was rooted to the spot. Part of him was angry, certain that Hugh was being insincere. He’s mocking you, said a dark voice. He’s just laughing at you in your pretty new clothes. So fastidious, Jonathan, you little f*g**t.
“Don’t say I’m a f*g**t.” The words were out almost before he knew it. He clenched his fist until it turned white.
Hugh sat up, clearly shocked. “Jon . . .? You know I don’t think that.” He grimaced. “That’s a nasty word, man.”
Deeply ashamed, Crane looked at his bare, skeletal feet. He tried to examine his feelings rationally: plain happiness to finally have a pair of pajamas that he liked; self-conscious to a fault; and now worried he had alienated the only person he could begin to trust. “I—”
“Would you turn out the light, if you’re going to bed?”
In darkness, Crane crept into bed and was reassured to hear Hugh’s snores.
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Nov 17, 2005 19:16:27 GMT -5
chamois pajamas? Well, I guess it's progress from plaid cotton pajamas!  You'll get silk someday Jon...someday! *sigh* |
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Post by azina on Nov 17, 2005 22:32:09 GMT -5
Poor Jonathan, even getting a pair of simple pajamas is a harrowing experience. *sigh* Ahhh, the thought of Jonathan swathed in black silk against that fair, flawless skin. Perfection!
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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Nov 18, 2005 5:06:25 GMT -5
I'm so used to picturing him in an expensive suit....the idea of him in pajamas is cute! PS- Post more of the story! |
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Post by scotsrockgod on Nov 18, 2005 19:09:50 GMT -5
I'm so used to picturing him in an expensive suit....the idea of him in pajamas is cute! How about in bunny slippers? Ha ha ... |
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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Nov 18, 2005 20:22:51 GMT -5
I'm so used to picturing him in an expensive suit....the idea of him in pajamas is cute! How about in bunny slippers? Ha ha ... Omg...as soon as I read this post I looked up and the banner ad at the top of the screen was advertising big fuzzy slippers and I laughed sooo hard. |
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Crane is made to suffer ... ;D
Great chapter, once again!
You'll get silk someday Jon...someday! *sigh*
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