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 Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:36 am
However as they neared the park and the sounds of kids running and laughing and shouts of ‘Found one!’ reached him it put his fears to rest. It seemed that his mom wasn’t playing a joke on him. Looking up at her and seeing she was giving him a ‘And you didn’t believe me?’ look he silently asked permission to run ahead and join in the hunt. Getting a nod from her he gave a brief smile to her before racing off.
He spent several minutes looking through bushes, under seats, up on play equipment and in ditches he finally found one hidden in the corner of the sandbox under a bucket. Looking at the egg lovingly he carefully unwrapped it from its foil and slowly bit into the chocolate outer coat, his Mom had warned him that there where plastic eggs inside with prizes. Eating the chocolate carefully he was left with a bright orange plastic egg and a satisfied smile. For half a second he considered getting rid of the plastic egg, he only wanted the chocolate, before his curiosity over what was inside one. Carefully opening the orange egg he gave a slightly disappointed look at the piece of chalk inside before he was distracted by a jolt going down his spine causing him to jump.
Suddenly a vacant look came over his face and moving slowly like he was under some kind of spell he took the chalk from the egg and knelt down the nearest patch of concrete and began to draw. It was a minute or two later before his eyes cleared again and he got up looking confused. His confusion quickly turned to horror as he looked down at what he’d drawn. There in bright pink chalk was a large picture of a smirking Jezebel with the words ‘Jezebel Rules, Pilot Drools!’ scrawled next to it in large writing.
Backing away slowly from the drawing he felt a shudder go down his spine, She-Devil had gained the ability to control him from a distance! Giving a small shriek of horror at the thought he dropped the chalk before sprinting off in the direction Ophelia was so that he could go home. He’d known this Park was bad news, he was never coming again!
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:37 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:05 pm
Pilot sat at his desk, a worn brown leather book open in front of him, pages where falling out and there where ink stains all through it from where a pen had rested too long and leaked. Tapping his pen against the page he worried his lip in thought. Usually he only used this book to get down his ideas for inventions, pages where devoted to the theory necessary for each piece to work, but today he felt the need to put something completely different in the pages of the battered book. Giving a sigh of frustration he ran his hand through his hair, messing it up further, before firmly pressing the pen to the page and beginning to write.Usually this space is devoted to endless calculations, cold facts, but something happened today that I need to think about and I know no way but to write it down. It started in the lab; this weird orb somehow found its way into the lab and charged me. Next thing I know I’m strapped down to a table in what looks like a very bad doctor’s surgery with Jeze strapped down next to me. I won’t go into what happened in there, let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant. No this is about some revelations I had about Jeze. After the ‘dream’ I called her just to be safe in case it wasn’t and she remembered it too and something has now fundamentally changed in our relationship. Before all I could see of Jeze was a stuck up overly pampered she-devil but now I’ve seen a side of her which frankly kicks a**. Despite getting the s**t beaten out of her she kept going and that’s a trait I have to admire, never giving up. She was someone that I could get along with. I mean we’re still villainess and hero but now it’s we’re sort of like frenemies. After all a Villainess is measured by her Hero and a Hero is measured by his Villainess. ‘Sides she was kind of cute out of her normal get up, and that thought is even more confusing than others. I guess it’s just that I wish I knew what to do, let this change happen and see where it goes or resists? Because I’ve got this feeling if she became someone closer to me then stabbed me in the back as Villains are wont to do it’d really break me. Which says something about how far I’ve fallen that this is even in my mind! I’m a kid, I should be clueless to this stuff but she gets under my skin and doesn’t let me. I don’t know what to think. Pausing in his ramblings on page he groaned and thumped his head against the table. This wasn’t getting him anywhere.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:54 am
There was a squawk of surprise and then a crash as a piece of delicate looking chemistry equipment shattered on the ground. "Ack! Don't sneak up on me like that! Now I have to start all over again..." his voice dripped with obvious dejection.
"Aw, come now Pilot sweetie, I'm sure it's not that bad. That wasn't any of your long terms any way, you where just messing around."
"Yeah.... but... It could have been important. And now I have to start over, and buy a new still." The pout on his face was, in her opinion, absolutely adorable.
"You weren't trying to make alcohol where you? I told you, not till your sixteen."
"No Mom, I was not trying to make alcohol. I was trying to figure out something to help me with the gauntlets energy problem."
"Still having trouble with that? I thought you where going to power it yourself?"
Here Pilot sighed, "I worked the equations and powering it directly would exhaust me dangerously, even if I supplemented with a simple battery. Besides, I don't relish the idea of sticking needles into myself every time I put it on."
That was fair enough in her opinion, it would really hurt if it was jostled when he wore it anyway. "What are you going to do then?"
Pilot blushed a bit at the questioned and looked quiet embarrassed as he went on, "I've had these dreams of how to turn sunlight into liquid energy, I'm just working on the exacts of the process and how exactly to store it... At the moment all my ideas are a bit... Bulky."
He obviously wasn't talking about normal solar power here, it was probably that shard giving him odd ideas again.... Talking about it, "Hows the 'bot going?"
Pilot looked a bit startled by the sudden conversation change but more than happy about it. "Excellent! Everything is going as planned and Uncle Morphy promised to help me with the programing!"
She gave a warm laugh at his enthusiasm, "Thats good to hear, I look forward to seeing him up and running. I best leave you to your work then, be careful ok."
All she received was a wave in reply, Pilot already back to work - cleaning up the mess her intrusion had created. Closing the door to the lab she let her cheery demeanor drop, as awful as it was she wished Pilot never solved his problem. Because all she could see was that project bringing woe.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:02 pm
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Pilot opened his eyes to find himself on an old brown couch with a rug in front of him and a table with a lamp on it next to him, the room was otherwise empty. All of a sudden out of nowhere a guitar started playing a rather catchy tune. Then all of a sudden he found himself opening his mouth without his consent and beginning to sing, “Love me cancerously”. Despite trying to resist he found all he could do is go along with the song, he couldn’t even stop smiling!
“Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea. ‘High-maintenance’ means you’re a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean.” Who was even singing about anyway? All of a sudden he turned and clicked the lamp on only to see two people in the background that looked suspiciously like him and Jezebel. The guitar took a sudden shift in its pace and he sang out smirking, “Kill me romantically.” The two people then stabbed each other with knives but instead of blood coming out there where red streamers.
Highly confused and alarmed he then jumped up on the couch only to have some random guy vomit right next to him. “Fill my soul with vomit then ask me for a piece of gum.” And just in time with the words he handed over some gum out of the pocket of the suit he was wearing.
His face twisted in a grimace he then saw what looked like Jezebel wearing a grotesque white sad mask and holding a plate of dumplings. She then tried to feed one to him only for him to turn it away as though it was bitter when really he thought it was rather nice. “Bitter and dumb, you’re my sugarplum You’re awful, I love you...”
He then leapt up from the couch and a vision moved in front of him through white streamers. It was Jezebel dancing in a white dress and he couldn’t help but internally sigh at how pretty she looked. “She moves through moonbeams slowly”
Listening to the melodious Chorus of ‘Ooohs’ and sitting down on the couch, still staring after Jezebel he picked up a bone off a bed that has mysteriously appeared next to him. “She wears me down to bones in bed...” sniffing the bone he then belted out, using said bone as a microphone, “must be the sign on my head it says, ‘Oh, love me dead!’ Love me dead!”
Looking around awkwardly he scrambled back onto the couch, ditching the bone as he went. For the next bit he really didn’t see anything going on but he could tell something was happening behind him, mainly because he felt a book hit him. “You’re a faith-healer on T.V. You’re an office park without any trees corporate and cold gushing for gold - leave me alone.”
Suddenly the lights went out and he felt a hand grab him from behind. “You suck so passionately. You’re a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature finger-bangin’ my heart.” Wanting to scream he watched as a man dressed up in a Dracula costume pushed him down and threatened him with a cane.
Thankfully before anything too bad could happen a bed slide in front of him, Jezebel lying on it with the mask on and a phone. “You call me up drunk, does the fun ever start?” then everyone slid away and he was on his own again, though he got that same feeling of something happening behind him. “You’re hideous... and sexy!”
Then the room darkened and Jezebel sat next to him on the couch, once again in her delicate dress. Looking at her in awe he gently sang the next part, lying his head happily in her lap. “She moves through moonbeams slowly. She knows just how to hold me and when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.” Sadly she then left him once again on his own on the couch.
The next part was once again on his own, except for at the end when he flopped back and saw three bones with the words of what seemed to be the catchphrase of this song written on them. “I know she drains me slowly. She wears me down to bones in bed... must be the sign on my head, it says, ‘Oh, love me dead!’ Love me dead!”
The next part was a musical solo that was too crazy for him to keep up with, though he did note that he almost got sawed in half by a chain saw! Whilst he then sang his next bit a group of girls stripped of his jacket and bow tie. “Love me cancerously..” he then whistled as a podium came up next to him with a bunch of guys on it. Joining them he belted out a few nonsensical half-words in turn with the music.
Then he seemed to become enraged and grabbed a chainsaw, screaming his line. “How’s your new boy?!
Does he know about me?! You’ve got the mark of the beast. You’re born of a jackal!” he then calmed and put down the chainsaw, singing the next part with a smile and his arms wide open, “Your beautiful!”
The final part was just as busy as the middle musical solo and left him confused and on his own on the floor in the end, everyone around him dead.
“She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
and when her edges soften
her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed...
Wha’ ’bout this sign on my head
it says, "Oh, love me dead!"
Love me dead!
Love me dead!
Love me dead!
Oh... love me dead!”
---
Waking with a start all Pilot had to say about his dream was, “What the Hell!?!”.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 12:18 am
 I think I need to check what mom's putting in our food because I've been having some reeeeally weird dreams lately, all of them about Jeze.
...And ew I just re-read over what I wrote and I DID NOT MEAN IT THAT WAY.
...Why am I justifying myself to my journal? Nobody else should read it. And if you are put it down and get away, it's rude to snoop.
Anyway, the dreams. So the first one I can so blame on sleep deprivation, the radio and all the weirdness between me and Jeze lately but it really wasn't that bad. Just me acting out a weird video clip I've never seen with Jeze. The other one though ...?
It seemed normal enough at first. I was just lounging around in a field when all of a sudden Jezebel appeared and started chasing me with her rocket launcher. Still perfectly normal, I mean sure usually I'd be fighting back instead of just running but whatever. Then I did fight back and here's where things get a bit... odd.
We'd ended up on the ground rolling around as we took swipes at each other and then the next thing I know where... Kissing. I'm not sure which one of us started it but it was kinda nice ok. But it was Jeze! Evil and slight cute Jeze! My rival. You don't kiss your rival or get squiggling feelings for them, it only leads to doom! All the comic books and movies say so!
...Ok, yeah, that sounded lame even to me. Still Jeze and I have only just started being friendly, I don't want to complicate the thing we have by being all weird. I'd miss being friends with my Villainess if things went sour.
So yeah, I might be developing a tiny crush on her but I'm not going to act on it. Unless she does first.
Not getting my hopes up, Jeze is still evil. Bye.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 12:21 am
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 5:28 am
Letting out a relived sigh when the last connection was made he snapped closed the platting before taking a step back, pleased at what he saw. Sure it wasn’t the prettiest thing out there, the outer shell was a bit clunky and the joints needed to make it all work really didn’t sit that well but he’d made it with his own two hands.
Now the only thing left to do was to upload the programming so that everything ran correctly and then power up the batteries. Flipping open a panel he plugged in a USB cable that joined to his computer before dumping the program into the new device that popped up before running. Sitting down at the desk he let his head flop tiredly as he waited for the program to do its job, he’d been up all night completing this. At least he hadn’t had to do much for this part, he didn’t know a lick of computer programming but Uncle Morphy was a whiz so he’d let him do it.
Time ticked by and he slowly fell into a light doze as he waited for the progress bar to reach 100%. He was jerked awake suddenly though when the computer gave out the happy little beep that meant it had reached that magic number. Giving a little excited whoop he jumped out of his chair and detached the cable, closing the panel as he did.
Running his fingers over his creation one final time to check for any final faults he prepared himself for the last step. Laying his dominant hand upon its back he closed his eyes and felt for the wires that picked their way back to the battery. Once he had found the whole route in his head it let the electricity flow out him and along, slowly filling the battery. It was almost a full minute later when he stepped back, sagging slightly from controlling and expelling so much energy.
He quickly got over though as a broad grin spread over his face, it was time! After months and months of work, it was time. Letting out a small shout of joy he finally gave the small presence that had been growing at the back of his mind attention and sent a single thought.
Live
As he did he gave an awed gasp as the presence suddenly swelled like no other machine he’d felt did and watching the form before him slowly the red eyes light up.
‘Hello Master’
The grin that hit Pilot’s face as he heard that voice could have blinded a crowd. Reaching out a touching the head of his beautiful creation, his robotic cape petrel spy, he tentatively sent a reply.
‘Hello Navigator, welcome to life.'
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 4:38 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:22 am
I'm not sure what to think about it. I went out in the morning with Mom to the movies, had a blast, went to lunch and then spent the afternoon browsing the hardware store with her. It was one of the best days I've had with her in a while, it was nice to see her up and about instead of sick for once. But, well, when we got home... well.
I had a cousin. I mean what do you say to that? I thought if there was ever going to be another kid in the house I'd get a bit of warning but noooope, it was just BAM INSTA-COUSIN. It's not like the kids that bad either, bit shy, it's just, I've never thought about it being anything other than just Mom, Uncle Morphy and Me.
Kinda selfish I guess, of course Mom would one day want another kid around and why wouldn't Uncle Morphy want his own munchkin. Not that he says he had much choice with Olly. He was apparently just dumped on the doorstep with a note, which is rather rude if you ask me. Not that anyone would.
ANYWAY. Olly, Oleander. What to say about him? Well his part unicorn for one which is kinda cool, I guess. His very quiet and shy like I said before, but that may be just because he got ditched at some strangers house. I would have been confused too, at least I always knew that Mom would be my well, Mom. Then again apparently this is standard procedure for the lab he comes from.
Yeah, lab. It's almost as weird as coming from an item, I guess. I mean who decides to one day just throw some DNA together for the shits and giggles and then force some poor stranger to look after whoever comes from it. S' awfully irresponsible.
Could explain why he seems so under enthused about inventing though, he prefers to spend time in the garden. Just staring at the plants. Kinda creepy. I mean what does he think they will do, get up and play with him? Mom thinks he may just be interested in gardening and doesn't know how to ask yet. Which is... Ok. Don't see anything that great about gardening. Though I have been meaning to get another hobby...
It's nearly 11 so I should probably get to bed, Moms been on a thing lately about sleep deprivation. Night.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:50 pm
Pilot had only gotten back half an hour ago, immediately ditching his costume and flopping down on his bed with his new acquisitions and his journal. Humming along to the song blasting through the class heads phones he flicked his journal open to a blank page, ready write, whilst the ghosts of The Nightmare floated around him.
Tapping the page thoughtfully he pondered how best to put down his thoughts on Halloween and his first experience of it. Halloween Rocks! I now get what all the hype is about, at first I was a bit so-so, especially considering the costume mom had stuck me in, but I got lots of cool stuff! Eeeeeh. No. That didn't sound quiet right. Scratching out what he'd written he tried again. So I have to admit I was a bit skeptical at first about Halloween, I mean it seemed to go against everything where taught about strangers and the costume mom insisted on stuffing me in was well- the less said the better really, but well, it actually wasn't that bad.
Ok that's a lie. It wasn't just 'not bad'. It rocked! I mean the things people give out! At first it was just what i'd been told to except, a load of mars bars and other candy, but then I started to get some really awesome stuff! A set of class headphones and a nightmare! Though I'm pretty sure their not usual Halloween fair Pilot huffed and scratched that out too, he wasn't sure where that was going and the wording was just awkward.
....Why did he care about that though? As he'd clearly stated before he was the only one that should be reading it so as long as he got the message across so he could remember stuff if he needed it later it shouldn't matter what it was like.
Nodding decisively at this thought he put pen to paper again. Halloween = Great Thing.
Lots of candy + Class Headphones & The Nightmare
Note: Poor Anon, wonder if those girls ever gave up or if his still hiding. Hopefully the former. Should check on him soon anyway, device progressing nicely.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:48 pm
Somethings been bugging me lately and I'm not quiet sure what it is. It's just... Some people have been feeling off lately there's a vibe in the air that can't be explained as the usual weirdness of Gaia, even with all this ghost business. Never did like that company.
I think the most obvious person to start with would be Kay. His sorta like an older brother to me, especially since the car crash. We'd call each other and chat, though I reckon some of the stuff he said was a bit inappropriate to a kid and I think he may have been a bit drunk once or twice but, hey, that's just Kay. What isn't Kay is just up and disappearing. I haven't heard from him for weeks! I tried to find him at the shop but no one was there and his number just keeps ringing out. And even before that he'd been acting... Odd. But at the time i'd just put it down to girl troubles he'd been talking about, now though? I think back and something in his tone of voice makes me shiver and remember that glimpse I saw at the crash sight. I don't like that glimpse, whatever it was wasn't Kay.
Then there's Mom. It's nothing definite like Kay... But well, shes been ill a lot lately. I know, everyone gets sick, but- well- it's different. I know Mom and I know that she's healthy enough to only get the occasional cold, she has NO medical conditions, I checked with Uncle Morphy. And yet... In the past couple of moths she's been.... Fading. That's the only word I can find that describes it. It seems every week or so she's sick with another cold or the flu or SOMETHING! She just lies in bed looking pale, feeling cold and not there. I don't know what to do! Uncle Morphy just looks at her sadly and what share what he knows, because he does know something, and Olly just stares at me blankly! He doesn't seem to get it! UGH!.... Not that I can really blame him, his only ever known her like this which just alarms me more! When was the last time her smiles where true and she bubbled with energy. I miss my old mom.
The only person being weird that I can understand is Jeze. She called me up was all awkward and then hung up before I could even start chatting properly. It didn't take me long to figure out what it was about, she misses me. Which is kinda cute. My fault partially, I've been so caught up that I hadn't been in contact with my favorite Villainess. Still, she does realize she could call me right? Or come over herself. Silly girl. Least her crystals have all settled, that's the only good news that seems to be around at the moment.
Anyway, still confused but I'll just keep rambling if I go on, I'll write if anyone decides to stop being all secrety.
Pilot.
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