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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 8:46 am
((This picks up from where the first entry of Maxwell's journal ended))
Maxwell tucked the purple ball and it's accompanying note under his hoodie and moved back to the sidewalk. He looked up and down the street, for some reason he couldn't explain, he didn't want to be seen. When he saw no one, he turned the corner and continued on to Wendell's house, for the moment ignoring the fact that a ball stuffed into his sweat shirt didn't do anything to keep him anonymous.
He whistled a song by XTC as he walked, unaware that to anyone else his rendition of "Scissor Man" sounded more or less tuneless.
He arrived at Wendell's front door and turned the knob. The Van de Burg's never insisted he knock. He entered and called out to see who was there.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:20 pm
"Maxwell darling!!!" was the usual greeting he got from the happy Mrs. Van de burg. She swept him up into bit squishy hug and proceeded to fix his hair. "There now! Always such the gentleman! Wendell is up in his room playing his guitar. Says he has a new muse and will understand the true meaning of love and death. Or whatever that is in your young people slang! Ha ha! I'll be up in a bit with a bit to eat and some lovely apple cider!" And thus the whirl of the plump woman was over and Maxwell was free to go.
Upstairs Wendell was clad only in his tight fitting jeans and his usual boots. Also on were his long gloves which he used to hide his cutting problem from Clara. He played his guitar with his eyes closed so he could memorize the feel of the instrument as it sang it's tune. He imagined the depressive and moody Bethoveen was the same way. He heard his mother of course, who in the world couldn't, and awaited Max's entrance. As always, he never needed to knock. At his side was a dark black orb with a bleeding cracked heart in the middle. It had appeared in his room and knowing his parents lacked the sense to give him such a thing, he considered it a gift from the dark musical gods and proclaimed it his muse.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:48 pm
Maxwell grinned as he accepted the hug from Mrs. V. He nodded and grinned more as he tromped up the stairs to Wendell's door. He even grinned as he entered the room. "Your mom thinks I'm a gentleman still," he announced. "Check out what..."
His eyes went wide as he stared at the orb sitting next to Wendell. "you got one too?" His voice was quiet, nearly reverent as he withdrew the purple orb from his sweatshirt and held it out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:03 pm
Wendell blinked as Maxwell entered and held out the orb. "Yeah, I found it by my bed with a note. This Jareth must be a powerful guy." Wendell put his guitar aside and picked up his orb. He sat crosslegged on his bed with the orb held up. "She's my muse, but I wonder what they are for. She feel's so.......alive. How about yours?
He looked to his friend, his confidant. Maxwell seemed quite interested in the orbs, then again he was too. He looked back to his orb, into the inky blackness of it. The heart inside seemed to beat as the blood flowed from it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:12 pm
"It... feels like Clara, actually." He grinned, realizing how that sounded. "Not liek her skin, or the touch. but.. .the feelinging. You know how you feel when Clara is around?" he paused. To be honest, he couldn't say definitely how Wendell felt when Clara was around. Though it was sure to be different than how Maxwell felt. He grinned. "Well, let me restate that. This orb makes me feel how I feel when Clara is around. It's kind of weird." He sat down next to his friend, and leaned back, his arms propping him up. "I don't suppose your note told you anything more about this Jareth than mine did?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:17 pm
The smirk on Wendell's face was easy to read. Maxwell and he never talked about sex around Clara. He didn't think it was necessary for her to know yet, despite his knowledge of the subject. "Mine feels different. Not like when Clara's around. It's like.....it takes the saddness and pain inside me and makes it something physical. Different from my cutting, like the orb itself can feel it too so we share it."
Wendell glanced at his friend with the visable eye as he sat down next to him and shook his head. "Nope. It just said to let it bring me the knowledge I truely want. Seems kind of strange.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:27 pm
Cutting. one of those few subjects that Maxwell didn't really find very amusing. He wasn't sure how, or even if he could change anything. He knew that in some very strange way it helped Wendell deal with... everything. He understood that in some way. Maybe this orb was a very good thing. "Is it... better than cutting?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:33 pm
"I dunno. I just got it last night and I haven't cut myself in about a week. I suppose I'll find out." He pulled up his glove to show healed wounds from his last bout of pain. It was caused by the football tam cornering him and stuffing him in the trash can in the locker room again. He pulled his glove back down and picked up his guitar. "Check this out."
He placed his orb on the ground infront of the bed, it just sat there. Then he plucked the strings of the guitar to one of his more sad songs and the orb began to move. It seemed to respond to music and move in time with the rhythm. "It seems to respond to music, like it's alive. It's even moved when I read my poetry."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:41 pm
Well, that was news. He resisted the urge to joke that at least someone was moved by his poetry. It really was fascinating, so he watched and observed. "You've had yours longer then." he looked up. "this'll freak some people out." He leaned forward and looked more closely at Wendell's orb. It was subtly different, and there was a different vibe from it. As an experiment, he moved his orb closer, setting it right next to Wendell's.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:40 pm
"Well that's nothing new for us. Heck they may just expect it from us." He watched as Max put his orb next to the black one. He wondered what his muse would do being next to something so....bright. The orb clinked against Max's orb, then spun around and rolled behind the courner of Wendell's bed. It seemed to 'peek' out from the courner at the brightly colored thing.
"I think your orb scares mine. Speaking of scary things, how's Skippy?" Wendell smiled a bit at Max. He knew the monkey was a sore spot but Skippy had never done anything to hurt him so he didn't consider him a bad little primate.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:51 pm
"Perhaps it's just playing a game," Maxwell pointed out. Though he doubted it. Wendell's orb felt like Wendell, much in the same way that Maxwell's orb felt like Clara. That was unusual. Not the least unusual was that the orb was self-locamotive. He hadn't expected that.
Maxwell's orb rolled to one side, then the other, then back. Then it nudged close to to Wendell, tapping him once on the leg. Then it went back to Maxwell, and ... hopped a bit. Maxwell raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'd say it lives." He did his best Vincent Price.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:59 pm
"I think it wants you to pick it up. She does that when she wants up." The black haired teen reached over and picked his orb up from the corner. He placed it on his pillow then leaned back to stare at his ceiling. His bangs fell aside to reveal his full face. It was hard to believe he was really a blonde, but he kept it costantly dark. His ceiling had lots of glow in the dark starts on it, mostly left over from when he and Clara were children together. With her afraid of the dark he told her the stars would always shine in his room so she wouldn't be afraid.
"So what are you up to today? Other than finding orbs and visiting the funeral home?" The shirtless teen looked to the one person he could confide in and trust.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 7:41 am
"She?" Maxwell wasn't at all sure at how Wendell had decided on a gender for the black orb. But he lifted the purple orb and gazed into it, and that was the one feeling he got that was different from Clara. It felt male. He nodded. Ok, so yeah, the orbs had gender.
At the question everything that had happened came back to mind. He sighed and let himself fall, lying down on the bed, his legs still danging off the side. "Yeah, remember Stacy? that girl from MySpace? Turns out she's not a she. Then Skippy came after me, so I left. Reckoned I'd rather be with friends right now."
He pulled out the note he'd found next to the orb and read it again. Care for it like you did "her." This Jareth guy was fast then. He held the orb up over his head and gazed into its -- his -- depths. A heart, sewn up. Mended. He grinned.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:52 pm
"Ah, rather dishonest of him. He might have been a gay guy looking to get himself a straight guy to go gay. It happens. Or he was just curious. I've seen those types of guys too. But best to stay away from them. Eventually they go back to being straight and then kick your a** whenever they see you to prove their "straightness." Did Wendell speak from experience? Maybe, not that he talked about it in any depth. He didn't have to with Maxwell.
"Why did Skippy come after you? What'd you do to him?" Was he accusing Maxwell? Not really. He knew Skippy caused trouble, it's kinda why he liked him. More than once he'd been tempted to sneak the simian into the school to let him run amok but that would get Maxwell in trouble and might get Skippy hurt. He couldn't have either of his friends hurt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:44 pm
Maxwell shrugged, which was difficult since he was lying down and had his hands in the air. "Yeah, it was a little disappointing." He pointedly ignored the question about Skippy. He didn't talk about anything much. And Skippy was particularly low on his list.
Hadn't actually cared abut sex, or even meeting. He ad just felt betrayed. And that's when the orb had come.
"So the orb just showed up in your room? You think this Jareth's a stalker?"
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