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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:11 pm
 [Noel The Rooster] Noel shook her head, he truly was an idiot. "Please... be more careful." She leaned back into the couch and kept her eyes on his. His pupils where slightly dilated, if it got any worse she's have to rewrap him. "Are you having memory issues or something? What year is it?" She scooched closer to him, her legs where now touching his and one hand was planted firmly on his shoulder.
"What's your name?" She ignored his question, talking about it hurt her on the inside and she preferred just to forget the whole thing. They both where around six or seven, and he had basically torn out her little young pure heart and squashed it into a cream pie then thrown it back in her face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:27 pm
 [Monkeyboy]
Christoph furrowed his eyebrows. The year? His name? He looked at her with a funny face, still slightly confused.
"Why? Did you forget?"
Christoph scratched the okay part of his head, thinking. The year? Yearyearyearyearyearyear... Christoph raised a finger.
"Ah! The ox! It's the year of the ox! The ox? Is it the year of the ox? It's two thousand... nine. Right?"
Christoph faintly remembered Ox-boy celebrating his year. Christoph looked up and saw Noel, on him, trying to make sure that he was okay. Christoph looked into Noel's deep blues again, a new look coming across his face. It was an odd one, especially for Christoph. It couldn't quite be read, either. Not thinking, like usual, Christoph raised his hand to Noel's face, cupping her cheek.
"Noel... answer my question... please."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:35 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel sighed, “No I didn’t forget the year, I’m trying to make sure you’re brain is still functioning.” She answered his last question and pushed his hand away from her face. “If you feel like your going to throw up it’s normal. I’ve got a trash can right here. Puck on me and you will die for sure.” She moved to unbutton his shirt it was stained with blood around the back of the collar and she would need to soak it soon if she didn’t want the stain to stick.
“Ok, you got the year right now how about your name? Your home address?” She skirted around his question once again and averted her gaze to his chest, where her fingers where quickly working on the tinny buttons.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:51 pm
[Monkeyboy]
Monkeyboy was not happy. Monkeyboy was upset. Noel kept avoiding his question. Christoph, feeling he needed time in his room, gruffly shoved Noel off of him, and clambered to his feet. He nearly fell over. Apparently losing a good deal of blood could do that. Christoph slowly began shuffling away, face now completely stony, down to the color. Fine, if she wouldn't answer his questions, he wouldn't answer hers. His eyes set dead ahead, he almost fell once or twice, tripping over the garbage and his own feet. But now that he thought about it... he was pretty warm. After all, it was pretty warm. Christoph slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, until he got it unbuttoned and took it off. His exposed chest revealed a handful of tattoos, all covering his hairless torso. The further down his harms, however, the hairier he got until you could see curly little hair popping out of his wrist. No one knew that Christoph had actually began shaving, except for the girls he was with. And they didn't tell a soul a thing. He tossed aside his shirt, finally reaching his door. He tried to open it all the way, but something blocked the way. Christoph shuffled into his room, slamming the door behind him. It was apparent he was upset. Christoph stumbled, tripped, and fumbled his way to his rather large yet squeaky bed. He finally just collapsed on top of it, face first. Christoph fumbled with a remote, turning on loud American music. Unfortunately, for some bizarre reason, it was set to love songs. Christoph looked up groggily at the speakers, hitting the next button, only to hear another love song come on. He began hitting the next button repeatedly, cycling through all the various love songs. Stupid music player...
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:02 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel went tumbling when shoved. She hit the ground face first and her glasses scattered across the floor. She hated being pushed around but something was wrong with him, he needed to be observed. The boy couldn’t just crawl into his room and pass out. Slowly she got up and found her glasses, they had landed under the couch. Once re organized she raced towards the boy’s room and knocked on the door. “Chris? I’m coming in…” She opened the dark wooden door and closed it behind her, avoiding his gaze, and the mess she had created.
“Umm… What happened? Your mood shifted so fast. Don’t lay down.” She made her way over to him and sat down beside him. Gently she tried to pull him into a sitting position. In the back of her mind she was totally judging him for his music choice. “Please don’t lay down, you’ve got to talk to me Chrisy.” She bit her bottom lip and breathed out hard.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:10 pm
[Monkeyboy]
Why was there only love songs?! Christoph, shoving Noel's hands away from him, stood up and stumbled to his stereo. He inspected it, finding the CD tray. He opened it up to find the current disk was entitled 'Making The Mood'. Ah, so the last time he listened to music in his own room was him having sex. That must have been a while ago, considering most of the time he didn't even stay at the house. Most of the time he was over at a girl's house. Christoph tossed the disk over his shoulder, not caring where it hit. He heard it bounce off of something hard, most likely wood, and clatter to the ground intact. Good, so no broken plastic on his floor. Bueno. Christoph looked through his music, moodily tossing CD's over his shoulder, not caring where they hit. Besides, they were all burnt, and half of them were devoted for sex. What could he say, man was a whore.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:19 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel watch a horrified look on her face. Why was he acting this way? Did he had more damage than she thought? but at least he was up and not passed out yet. As long as he was up he could do what ever he wanted.
"Sooo you are not going to talk to me?" She asked and crossed her legs before plopping over onto the bed. She folded her arms behind her head and watched him out of the corner of her eye. "Because you.... what? Suddenly find my voice more irritating than normal?" She hoped teasing him would get the boy more engaged. But she didn't care as much as long as he was standing.
A CD hit her and she narrowed her eyes. "Watch where you throw those things, they do hurt you know." The girl wiggled slightly and stretched her long legs out on the bed, before bending one knee a little.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:41 pm
[Monkeyboy]He couldn't help it. He had to. Christoph grinned when he heard Noel's complaint. Yes, he got her! Christoph dug through his CD's some more, this time actually trying to hit her once or twice, before he finally picked a CD. Hopefully this would get her to leave. Christoph turned it to random and stumbled back to his bed, purposefully landing on Noel's one spread out leg. He turned on the music, face now set back to stone. He checked his forearms, and resolved his next tattoo would be on his forearm. He didn't know what, but that's where it would be. Maybe on the inside, like a lot of people liked to do. But that would mean he would have to shave. Christoph, still trying his utmost to ignore Noel, found a razor and was about to start a very stupid thing. Shaving while woozy from blood loss. Christoph paused and listened to the song.
'She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.'
Christoph turned towards the stereo and glared again. It was playing another love song. Apparently his stereo had it in for him. Finally just giving up, Christoph just sighed and laid down, eyes fixated on the ceiling. Okay, ow, that hurt, apparently his wound was still tender. Christoph was going to ignore Noel until she answered his question, and he could last for years.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 6:53 pm
[Noel The Rooster] The girl yelped when he sat on her leg. “Hey! Butt face!” she pushed him slightly and freed herself. “Sit up. I told you not to lay down.” Noel tugged on his arms making him sit up. “Come on. Why are you acting like this?” She was truly worried about the boy. He was never quite for this long. “Chrisy?” She made him look at her by holding his face. “Are you messing with me?” She asked worry splashed across her young face.
He was an imbecile, a complete nut job, but even so… Noel cared about him. She had always and probably always would. The boy never did the right or smart thing, but… he was important. She didn’t care that he slept around or did dumb things, that was part of him. It was nice that he could get away with it. Noel did secretly wish that she could be so foolish and still live peacefully.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:01 pm
[Monkeyboy]
Christoph felt his face get grabbed and soon he was face-to-face with Noel. She was pleading with him. Desperate to hear him speak. Now she knew what it was like... Christoph simply brushed her hands aside, now sitting against the wall. He looked off to the side, then looked back at her.
"Because of you. Answer my question, and I'll talk. If not, this is the last time I'll ever speak."
Christoph simply looked at her, knowing the gravity of his words. She wouldn't allow that. At some level, she had to enjoy their little spouts and fights, and depended on them as much as he did. Sure, it was a bit childish, in fact, incredibly, but it was the most effective way that he could think of.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:18 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel sighed and sat down beside him her back up against the wall. “ Remember when I was six, you had just turned seven…” She started, not looking at him. Her eyes where on her feet and she was already embarrassed. “Well, you know we use to do everything together but… you where, you and I was me… I couldn’t keep up and you never wanted to stop. “ She didn’t want to go into detail and cry… again. “One day, it was just to much, You always told me I could do things that I couldn’t… I fell off of the roof, and while I was getting better you got a new best friend. She was prettier than me, and better at stuff, and she was your age too. You… well.. you where close to her for the week That I was in bed recouping and You didn’t visit me once. No one did…” She sighed and crossed her arms. “When I was able to walk… Remember I had that cast on my leg for like a month and a half?” She glanced up at him only to look back down. “When I was again able to walk around the house, I saw you two and You where hugging her… I was jealous. Before that I thought we where going to be best friends for ever. But that was the first time I realized that people only care about others when there’s something to be gained.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her cheek on them, facing away from the boy still.
“But I’ve grown up a lot since then… I don’t care anymore, It was only fair that you found a new play mate. I was not a good match for you anyway and we both knew it.” She gave a false smile and forced a laugh looking to him now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:41 pm
[Monkeyboy]
When Noel started her story, part of Christoph, that stupid, idiotic part, squealed in joy. Story time! He listened to the story, and when he brought up the new friend. He closed his eyes and set his head against the wall, facing ahead. He had a disgusted smile on his face. Ah, that. When she finished, Christoph gave a small little laugh, the kind that carried disgust, pain, and every other negative feeling.
"In reality, it wasn't one girl. There were tons. I went through them like I go through rubbers now. You probably didn't notice because they all looked similar."
Christoph ran a hand through his hair, eyes now open and full of remorse. Ah, so it was that. Part of him damned his own nature.
"You think they were all so pretty and beautiful... and yet, they weren't pretty enough for me. I couldn't find a girl with just the right shade of blonde, or their eyes just weren't blue enough. None of them were good enough."
Christoph closed his eyes again. Damn it. Why did he have to do it? Why?
"I couldn't stand to see you hurt. I knew that was my fault you were hurt, and I just couldn't stand to see that. So I tried to replace you. But nothing could do it. No girl looked right, talked right, even argue right. It just wasn't right. And then, when you wouldn't talk to me afterwards, I couldn't take it. No matter what I did... you just wouldn't talk to me. So I dropped eggs on your head so that you would hate me. So you would talk. I figured it was better for you to see me as an enemy and a b*****d than not see me at all."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:57 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel listened as he talked but didn’t say anything. It had never occurred to her that any of the girls looked anything like her. She didn’t see herself as pretty. In fact she went out of her way to mess up her hair and wear thick unneeded clunky glasses. She was no beauty compared to all of the other cursed female children. Her clothing was always ripped from a recent fall or not quite the right size, she was just not the ideal hot blonde that Chris usually dated. Not to mention all of the other girls where some how way better at not falling, tripping, losing their balance, or getting hurt, than her, they where all more graceful and feminine. To her it seemed like he was trying to replace her with a new and improved model.
“Oh… I really hated you for that… I guess I still kind of do.” She looked into his eyes and shrugged. Noel hated him, but still cared about him, but she hated him all the same. It was probably because she was afraid to get hurt on the inside again when it was so much easier just to get hurt on the outside once in a while.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:10 pm
[Monkeyboy][[ The whole 'Inner-Retard' bit is a reference to Christopher Titus' comedy special 'Love is Evol'. It's hilarious, watch it. ]] Christoph smirked.
"Yeah, I hate me too."
Christoph looked over at Noel, and before he could stop himself, he was petting her head. He had her hair in his hand, and he simply stroked it. After a moment, he heard the song change into another, and he jumped. He realized what he was doing, and quickly removed his hand back to his side, propping his knees up. He rested his arms on his knees and hung his head down. He heard a small voice in the back of his mind, or as he liked to call it, his 'Inner-Retard'.
Wait to go, dumbass! You just blew it. She thinks you're a freak now! I hope she kicks your a**.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:20 pm
[Noel The Rooster] Noel smirked and looked over to him. “I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep okay?” She got up and walked quickly out of the room and into the next room down the hall which just so happened to be hers. It held everything she now liked and could afford to own and so she took up her CD case and walked back into Chris’s room. Carefully she took his current CD out of the player and placed her own into it before hitting play. “I really don’t like your taste in music.” She told him matter-o-factly as her current favorite song started to play. She sat down beside him in she same place she had been before.
“I think that’s why you can’t keep a girl friend for more than a week… you scare them off with your stupid metal.” She chuckled and leaned against his shoulder. “Or maybe it’s your breath… I know it make’s me want to barf…” She couldn’t help it. He was being to serious, and that’s not who he was. He was her fun, her spontaneous, her cute little monkeyboy.
[I've seen it, and it is very cute]
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