Titan's such a joke. The Punchline's always the best. [CLOSED TO SEAN]

by Venus December 4th 2013, 9:27 pm

Dirty fingers with scabby green nail poilish repeatedly battered a red button. Their pace was that of a frustrated child, but to a child the fingers did not belong. Punchline's face had contorted into one of great agitation. The detonater within her hand was being tempermental, like a stroppy teenager. NO, I DON'T WANNA WORK! it would have mocked, were it a sentient thing and not an extremely dangerous, if somewhat useless, piece of plastic. She gave one final push before giving a long yawn, which was pluckered with bored tones. She lowered the detonater and turned around to her captive, who was currently bound to a waterpipe in the basement of a car making factory within the glorious city of Washington DC.
Punchline smiled her widest smile, and giggled looking him in the face. She held the useless detonator up and pointed at it. "It-It's not workin', I dunno." Her tone was surprisngly innocent, or was it confusion? It was quite hard to tell. Although, what made what would have usally been a pleasant and quite entertaining voice sickeningly sinister was the fact that it was spoken over the muffled screams of a gagged accountant who's tie she hadn't liked. He also looked like a silly bossy boots, so she had taken the liberty to scribble "MISTAH BOSSY BO0TS" on his forehead in her favourite coloured sharpie. Blue.

She blew her fringe out of her eye and looked at her button eyed teddy bear, which sat on the slightly damp floor on this huge basement. "Mister Button, why wont it work?" She stared at him for a while and then grunted at his lack of response. She turned back to the terrified employee. She narrowed her eyes into what was meant to be an intimidating tone but instead made her look like an agitated toddler. "Now listen here Mister... um...' She leaned into his chest and squinted at his name Badge. John. It said John. 'Mister John! I don't like your attitude!" John gave a confused stammer and stifled cry. Turning around, she smiled at the bundle of Dynamite which surrounded the area around John. All of them rigged up to the teenage detonater with 'behavioural problems' as social workers say. She turned back to John and let out a slightly sad sight this time. "Why does nothing I ever plan work... Huuffhtttt." The last noise was the best attempt at a disapointed lip fluster she could manage. She knelt down and picked up Mister Button, and then the detonator, giving it's beaming red button one final shove. Beep. Punchline's face lit up, as did the LED display on the detonater! It had finally stopped sulking! "Yay!" Punchline began to swing her body into a forgetful little jingle however she was interupt- Beep. Punchline's smile quickly became a laugh when she held the detonater in the air. "I SHOULD PROBABLY RUN!" She lazily tossed the detonater behind her and began to skip through the basement and into the elavtor's already open doors.

The bombs had not yet went off, although it was only a matter of time. Her fingers mimicked their previous actions as she pushed the button with the detonator, her dirty nails rapidly pushed against the elevator's this time. CLICLICLICLICLICLILICK went the button, unresponsive to her demands, giving time for any other passengers of the lift to get in, as it usually would. But it seemed blissfully unaware that the only other passenger was probably an explosion. Or maybe pieces of John. Probably both.
Finally, the doors allowed themselves to slide over closed, and the muffled screaming of John was quickly replaced by lovely elevator music. Punchline bobbed her head side to side, long blue pigtails swishing gently. Although, her music was quickly interupted by an almighty boom! The lift was sent sauring up it's shaft by the exciting explosion. It flung upwards, and then was suspended while gravity got it's bearings back and then quickly flung it downwards.

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Went Punchline, arms flailing in the air. The elevator crashed into the debris that used to be the Basement, and only one of the eleavtor's doors opened, the other had been broken into place. Smoke and dust was in the air of that floor and Punchline merilly skipped out. She looked around at everyone who was screaming, hurt or taking cover on the floor. She shrugged. I wonder what their problem is, she thought before walking out of the building's door, before she realised that her leg hurt. She peered down to see a gentle red river was flowing out of a hole in it. Stupid lift must have hurt her leg. "I blame John." she tuttered, before wrapping some of the nearest rag around it and she tied it into a bow knot. He looked at the now filthier Mister Button and booped his nose with her finger. "Let's go get some Ice cream." she sung to the dead faced stuffed bear, before she began walking down the road, M14 strapped to her back.

by **Arcana** December 20th 2013, 2:39 pm

His heartbeat raced unforgiving in his ears, thumping louder and louder against a shroud of black tinted red, until Sean could no longer take it. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead in rivulets, and he bolted upwards, eyes meeting with the cream colored ceiling of their crappy motel room. He was breathing heavily; chest heaving as if he would suffocate any second. Someone tossed beside him, strands of blonde hair contrasted in the darkness of the room. Everything that had happened was still fresh within his mind, most of the time disrupting his sleeping pattern altogether, and much to the chagrin of his other half. Having two Sean’s share the same bed is not as fun as one would imagine, especially since one has the libido of a nun, and the other is exactly the opposite. ”Wheeze a little quieter won’t you? You’re too damn loud.” Naes grumbled, eyes opening only a slit as they glowed within the dark room, Sean taking notice of him for a second before grumbling to himself.

He ran fingers over his jaw, feeling the beginnings of black grainy stubble forming over the usually smooth flesh, Sean grimacing lightly. Even now he could never get used to having it coat his face, especially now that it seemed to grow much like weeds. It was the curse of humanity as he had come to call it, as well as the need to eat among other things. The one lying next to him had none of those concerns, he simply chose to partake in the same activities, if only to make his other half feel more at ease. It had been a while since that event, and since Naes decided that he would not longer be safe anywhere near any of the ethereals, not like Sean had much choice within that one. This included his sons, as well as anyone else that he could have called an ally, including the Hales.

It was still night time within the capitol city, people going about their regular business, but Sean was strictly told that he could not go anywhere without his new guardian; the only one that could keep him from getting killed by various Metahuman psychopaths. If his dying had any effect on the blonde was unknown, but then again it seemed that he did not want to risk something happening anyway. A grumble ran through his stomach, punctuating the weakness that he was feeling through his entire body; hunger. One thing that he did not want to do more than anything else was eat, considering that it was just another thing that would remind him. Naes turned over, glaring at Sean with a lopsided scowl that could melt ice. ”You’re not eating are you?” He asked scathingly, though the male already knew the answer before Sean could say anything.

Sean shook his head lightly, much to his other halfs chagrin. He shook his head lightly, blonde locks shaking about before they settled upon his forehead, over eyes that showed what Sean’s once were; vibrant silver that glowed almost constantly, more lively than his dull grey orbs. ”What? I don’t need to eat.” Sean said lips curling into a frown as he turned away, almost petulantly.

”You do need to eat.”Naes snapped back pulling from under the sparse covering, and rolling his shoulder, joint popping loudly.

”Not if you give me back what’s mine.” Sean snapped back, looking rather jealously at his counter parts unmarred physique.

”Can’t do that.” Naes said in return, moving from the bed in a blink and quickly putting on a pair of faded blue jeans, and a simple white t-shirt. He tossed a small pair of khaki colored shorts, and a black graphic shirt to the dark haired male, briefly looking at the stump where his right arm was, before looking to the ground.

”Where the hell are you going?”

”We are going to get you something to eat, and I will force you to eat if I must.” he said simply waiting for Sean to put on the clothes thrown at him, and finally the male complied, pulling the shorts over plaid boxers, and then short followed. Next came the shoes, after he pulled socks on and jumped out of bed, not really having much choice in the matter.

’Why are you bothering yourself with my health? You could have let me die and been on your merry way.” Sean questions running fingers through his hair, eyes narrowing upon his double, who only shook his head lightly. Naes buckled his belt, and pulled the zipper of his striped jacket up, sighing deeply before stepping out into the world, with Sean close behind. It was a typical night, but not cold, which meant that the blondes choice in forcing him in shorts was not an unwise one. He intended to bring the dark haired male to a local restaurant, perhaps one that was still open at this time, and that was mostly fast-food; considering that they could easily make a buck on people craving a late night bite. ”So what are we going to be dining on tonight?”

”Cheeseburgers, it’s what I’m in the mood for and I’m sure you would love one too.” He did not deny that he would love a cheeseburger, and something told him that his other knew that. That was however when Naes sensed something, a brief pulse of energy that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Looking up ahead he took notice of a burger joint that was still open, and perhaps the employees were hating themselves every minutes of it. With Sean close behind, both walked through, two males of similar features, the same height of 5’3 and over one would mistake them for brothers; though if they only knew. Sean stood behind the more confident male, musing to himself as the blonde leaned against the counter and looked over all of what was available. The two did not take notice of the figure that was looking barely even a block away, eyes narrowed into predatory slits, not that anyone could have seen it anyway. That was when they heard the explosion, something that caught attention rather easily, considering that they were not supposed to be the norm. Sean mostly found himself curious but at the same time unwilling to snoop into whatever it was. It was the blonde that would say something first, silver orbs narrowing into slits. ”I assume you would expect me to see what that was.” He pondered out loud, looking to Sean with a rather annoyed expression playing across his face.

”Was wondering but didn’t want to assume.” Sean answered with a coy smirk, cracking the knuckles on his only hand. So with that done, both would begin to walk towards the source of noise, forgetting about food for now, not that it would be forgotten forever, considering the overbearing nature of his other half. That was when they took notice of someone, a woman walking from where smoke rose, with a gun strapped to her back. ’This looks promising.” Sean muttered pleased.

”To you maybe.” He said sighing deeply, following the females movements carefully,considering a way to deal with her.[/color]

by Venus December 20th 2013, 8:33 pm

The blue tendrils that were her ponytails danced in the wind like giddy children at their first disco. Her bright brown eyes glared upwards to the sun as it finally began to drag itself below the horizon. Biting her lip curiously, before he held Mister Button right in her face, glaring straight into his dead eyes. One a marble, the other a button. "Mister Button, where does the sun go when it sets?" she asked, like a child to their mentor. Silence. Rude and abrut silence was all that came from Mister Button's X shaped mouth. Prodding his chest repeatedly for an answer, eventually she just blew a raspberry in his dust clung face before laughing and hugging him into her bosom. "I love you Mister Button." Her lips parted into a giggle, and she rose him into the air as if he were an infant. While behind her, one broken spire which stood in the flaming reckage of the building gave in and collapsed into itself. It roared a final moan of defeat before a relaxed silence once again impregnated the air, before it was aborted by a bored sigh from Punchline.

Rubbing her head, she began to skip down the road whenever the absent minded thought of ice-cream began tugged on her brain's sleeve for attention once more, like a hungry toddler. "Ice cream yay!" she cried, folding her hands into fists before wiggling them infront of her face. People had began to gather around the burning building like satelites, most of them on thier phones: Either filming or phoning the emergency services. I wonder what they're all worried about, she pondered, before it dawned on her once more. Oh yeah, John was in there. Haha. Boopping her finger against Mister Button's nose she began to skip off once more in the direction of an ice-cream parlour she'd seen on the way over there. But something caught her eye.

Turning around, her slender body cartwheeled twice before she skipped up to what looked like twins. Her face was blank and she raised an eyebrow at the rather similarly odd looking pair. Her hands plunked on her hips, a bandoiler full of shotgun shells rattling gently, before she pulled Mister Button from one of her belt loops: holding him to the side. "Mister Button, somethings weird with these two guys' she mused, as they weren't there. 'They both look the same but one of 'ems a bimbo." She jivved, clearly making a reference to the popular 'Blonde' jokes. "I bet he's easily confused!" she laughed, nearly wetting herself at her own joke. After wiping a tear from her eye she just looked at them both and continued her dialogue. "An' the other's got some kinda weird...' she pointed at it with Mister Button's stub hands 'Elbow for an arm. But his hair makes him look like a silly-cry baby." The words left her mouth like the set up for a joke, and she pulled an expression with her eyes widened and mouth gaping open. "I bet he's quite... ' The Punchline would come soon, she just had to think of one, but something else sprayed itself across her brain ' ... Hey he only has one arm! Hahaha!"

Allowing herself to descend into silence, she just watched the pair with her massive brown eyes. Blinking once to get some of the sout from the building out of her eyelashes.

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