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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:59 pm
“It can only be a joke, frankly.” Fortunately, he didn’t feel like elaborating verbally on this matter any longer. Arastoo left his chair and addressed a grin to Jon. “Of course I do! Let’s see if my hypothesis is correct…”
He walked towards the cupboard and raised his left arm to shield himself, should the rabid critter attack. With the right one, he opened it casually.
[I hope it won't disturb the mods plan if I post Ara's reaction now? gonk ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 6:57 pm
What was inside immediately flew at Ara's arm, and jumped up from there to scrabble at Ara's face -- it looked like some kind of exoskeleton with far too many large, bony legs and protrusions, wrapping its legs around the side of Arastoo's cheeks and staying there. This was compounded by the fact that it was also making SCREEEEEEE noises as it did so, its sharp claws digging into Ara's skin as Jon watched.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:28 pm
...dude, that was messed up. What was more messed up was the way that Jonathan sat and stared at the mess for about five seconds before getting off his a**. This was why doing drugs was bad; his reflexes slowed and everything a little dulled around the edges, he reached for the chair slower than he would have liked, flinging it across the room at Ara and stumbling back a step toward the door.
"Hey, help!" It caught in his throat, though, as he fell back another step, pushing more chairs into the way. "Holy s**t what is that thing!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 2:07 am
What happened to just leaving squirrels in lockers? No, scratch that – what was happening to him?
His terrified eyes drifted down to his cheek. What the hell. What the HELL. How could he make sense of THAT? Staring down at the thing (did he really count an odd numbers of legs? Or was it just panic?), Ara lifted a shaking hand at cheek height. And very quickly, took the thing the most firmly he could. It was hard to take it off; he could feel its claws in his epidermis, and possibly clawing further.
Only then, he felt safe turning around and opening his mouth. And though his body language was telling otherwise, he spoke with incredible phlegm that could only be described as British. “Either I’m having a bad trip without having smoked any; either I can really use pot right now, after all…”
Whoah whoah WHOAH.
Good thing Ara still had his other arm to shield him and better reflexes than Jonathan; otherwise, not just his arm would hurt, but his whole chest. At least, he didn’t release the creature. “Ouuuuuuch… accuracy: not stellar… ugh, help me. Don't throw more things.” Here's a less confident redhead now with a screeching thing near his head.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:08 pm
The thing immediately jumped down off his arm and made a move to run away -- it ran straight into the wall, bumping itself frantically into the particle board as though it had changed its mind and wanted to get away now. It was scuttling, its multiple legs loud and scratchy on the linoleum, frantically beating itself into the wall over and over.
It wasn't a bug.
It wasn't a squirrel.
It was not something that had ever been shown on the Discovery Channel.
It raced forward, made a double-8 loop around Jon's legs, and then went back to hurling itself into the wall.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:28 pm
Jon made a half-swallowed gulping sound that was like a smothered scream. His heartbeat had picked up, his eyes gone wide, he pranced and stumbled out of the creature's way. As it slammed into the wall, he hopped up onto a chair, wobbly and dangerous, wishing he were just a bit more sober.
He couldn't remember the last time he wished he were sober.
"Dude, what the hell is that thing? You see that thing?" His voice held a frantic, panicked edge to it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:28 am
Thank God, it’s getting away. Maybe it’s more scared of the students than they are of it.
No, actually, that’s quite unlikely.
Arastoo also let out a weird-sounding exclamation, something between “eeeew”, “yuck” and “WHAT THE HELL”. Teeth clenched against each other, unable to get his eyes off the horrid little critter, he nonetheless replied to Jon. “It’s not you. I wish it was, but it’s not just you.”
Carefully, extremely slowly, he raised his foot above it, since it was helplessly trying to defy the laws of physics and walk through the wall…
… and crushed it very quickly (or at least, tried to).
It was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was insanely weird. It couldn’t even be classified for certain as an Arthropoda, Chordata, or any other phylum. And most importantly, it tried to open his cheek. Therefore, he didn’t want to deal with it in any other state than dead. Science's not stupid, you know.
Ara’s voice was calm, but he was shaking. He put his hand on his bruise: it was bleeding, and it also ruined the symmetry of his face thousand times more than the freckles did. “Please, tell me I didn’t miss it.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:45 am
The creature was still and slightly smushed after having been cracked with Ara's uniform boot. It stayed there, unmoving, its hard outer shell looking like a boiled egg shell that had been tapped hard with a spoon. It was still. Grotesquely still, as both Ara and Jon watched.
And then it came back to life again, skittering out underneath Jon's legs and out of the room to disappear down the corridor -- not dead, not missed, but definitely still alive. Alive, and apparently leaving for nicer climes than had been found under Arastoo's foot.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:27 am
Jonathan made a shuddering noise, still up on one of the chairs, just a little wobbly where he stood. To recap: he'd just about screamed like a girl and had scrabbled off the ground to get away from the thing. Nice. Fortunately, there was only one witness, and maybe he could keep Ara from talking.
"Man, seriously, you okay?" But he didn't even wait for an answer, just blinked down at the other boy and stumbled into another question. "You wanna smoke?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:28 am
The sweet, sweet embrace of relief. It was smushed, it was still, it was dead, it…
… HEY.
Things were supposed to stay dead once they were crushed, dammit.
Ara saw it disappear in the corridor. Chasing bugs never paid off, but he almost wanted to study the strange animal(‘s corpse). After finding out how to kill it, of course.
How odd. He was then too disturbed to feel like finishing his problems; an uneasiness he never felt more than once a year at most. Still in mind, the strange anatomy of the thing, and he automatically tried to attribute patterns.
The scream had been quickly dismissed (after all, he’s seen worse reasons for screaming with such a high pitch), but Jon didn’t need to know that.
“Let’s call it a day. Let me just go to the infirmary so this won’t get infected. Smoking sounds like about the right idea right now…”
Ara might be insufferably phlegmatic and analytic, but he was just a teenager, after all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:42 am
Worked for Jonathan. Still oddly antsy, jumpy, he'd even be willing to escort Ara to the informatory, if he needed it; counting step and windows, mostly in his head but stray numbers sometimes escaping out of his mouth, as well. He was fine, of course. A little freaked out, sure, but fine.
Given twenty minutes and some quality time spent wrapped around his Drug Of Choice, he'd be more than fine. It'd go forgotten, or exaggerated, in the back of his mind. It had just been a weird bug, was all, though maybe someone should call an exterminator or something...
((finished? (: wanna wrap it up, or call it here?))
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:46 am
[Let's call it here wink
All hail Snuzzles.]
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