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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:27 pm
Azzo sat waiting for Remi, he'd left a note tacked to the boy's door to meet him outside Azzo had brought those folding chairs like directors sit in. Why he had those readily accessible no one really knew.
He had one leg crossed over his knee and was just kind of resting there in the chair waiting for his new Assistant. His eyes were closed, but he was totally not off guard, speically after Frankie threatened him.
He totally wanted to use the Theater though, it'd be a lot safer, at least he would hope so when he managed to talk to Miss/Mrs[?] Johnson. For whatever reason he couldn't remember if she was married or not. That doesn't matter though... where the hell is Remi!? He's late.
[edit: Also disclaimer, you'll find out who the poor mystery person will be soon enough. ^^]
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:27 pm
It just so happened that Remi had been outside already, but in a more secluded area on the grounds. He had a errand to run that required some digging. This was even harder when he only managed to borrow a gardening shovel from a student botanist. Breathing out, he set a heavy rock on the grave he created, wiping the dirt of his nose and looking at his handiwork. Unless it sprouted limbs and crawled it’s way out, the possessed DS was going nowhere. However, just to be on the safe side, he pulled out a paper and started to recite some scripture that was suppose to get ride of evil spirits. After butchering the Latin Language, he fished out the other paper he had. Azzo, the puppet master, had wanted to see about another session. While he just met the kid, he saw no harm in giving the hypnotizing thing another go.
Navigating around the building, he came up to see the chairs and the puppeteer. He didn’t seem pleased, but who did when they sitting in the middle of the lawn. Personally, Remi liked it where it was busier. In all this quite and open space, how did anyone think?!
Remi was a mess when he flopped in the chair. Since there had been no dressing requirement, he was in his uniform, his pants dusty with dirt and hands grimy from digging. “Hello ~ Azzo, the puppet master. What’s will all this scenery. I didn’t take you for a nature buff.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:35 pm
Azzo's tophat had fell off at some point and lay behind him on the ground. When he heard his new 'assistant' sit down he opened one eye and looked at him. "You're late."
He said ignoring the question for a moment to notice the boy's hands and well how he was dressed over all. Which induced a sigh from the Hypnotist. "And, even worse still a mess."
He pulled from his pocket a rag and tossed at Remi, "I wish you would've cleaned up a bit. If you're going to be my assistant you can't walk around looking like you've just risen from the dead. It'll give Frankie another reason to try to kill someone. Consorting around with a "Werewolf" when you're looking like a dirty Vampire, or well Zombie, I guess she wouldn't go after Zombies..."
He shook his head, "And we're out here because I'd rather you not get bruised up if you walk like a drunk while hypnotized." He nodded in a matter-o-factly manner.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:37 pm
“Wow boss. That hurts. That gets me right here.” He took a fist to his heart before using the rag to wipe off his hands and then go about dusting off his pants. “You never wrote anything on the note saying about dressing nice. If I knew that, I would have put on this really nice silk shirt I have that I’ve been saving for such a flashy occasion. But…considering where we are…” Being outside didn’t seem the sort of place to start wearing your Sunday best, and there was no audience to even make it worth getting all dolled up. Remi didn’t even make the effort for class. Why would he bother getting all gussied up for no one. Well, there was Azzo, but that didn’t count.
“…I think the dirt accents the nearby wilderness very nicely.” He didn’t expected to be burying anything, and while he hoped Azzo would ask why he was dirty in the first place, the puppet master didn’t even bat an eye. Just when Remi had already thought of a great way to tell the story of the demonic DS too!
Getting cleaner, he pulled out a mechanical pencil and used that to get some of the dirt that got under his fingernails. “If I do walk like a drunk, having my pants dirty now really doesn’t matter in the long run. Glancing over, he watched the sour expression of his new boss and leaned in to shove his shoulder. “Lighten up, man. It’s not like I’m leaving you out here in the cold. It was only a few minutes.” More like near half an hour, but Remi wasn’t about to point that out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:02 pm
Azzo watched him. "Yes but I expected you be at least a little presentable. I mean what if you ended up accidentally kissing someone because you didn't snap out of it?"
He stood there crossing his arms and looking around, "Where were you anyways?" He didn't seem impressed with the so far lack luster of an excuse.
"Hah... few minutes, if you're this late for a show someone better be dead." Okay so Azzo was a little hard on his assistants, but you had to be to get them broken in.
"We need to get you a stage name too, something you'll remember."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:44 pm
“If I accidentally kiss someone, it wouldn’t matter how I dressed. It would be on accident, and what are you doing while I’m hypnotized then? Are you asking me to make out with people?” Remi had little recollection during his first time being under other than having a nice nap. Turning, he leaned on his armrest with a parting grin. “Are you doing mean things to me? I’m going to have to do a more though examination after each time I have you hypnotize me. Who knows what things you have planned in that head of yours that I’m not aware of.” He jabbed his pencil against Azzo’s temple before leaning back.
“ If you send me to kiss someone, make sure they’re hot. If I have to do it, I want to make it worth it.” Thus far, Remi had no action to speak of. Prom was well on it’s way and he still didn’t have anyone! Everyone seemed taken or not interested. If he couldn’t land a date, how could he manage a kiss? Remi as either going to die a virgin or having to pay for his first time.
“Oh man, you should have been there. You see, me and this one guy were in the lobby when his DS went all Exorcism on us. Our faces melted and huge shadows just swallowed EVERYTHING up. It kept going Wheeeeeee really loud and things just got worse and worse from there. He had to turn it off and throw it against a wall to kill it. I was just burying in the back. Nintendo makes some very durable products. Not really flammable either.” He pointed out, excited to tell the story to the point he just blurted it all out in a rush.
Bouncing in his seat, he pointed off in the distance. “I can show you. Like, if it comes back from the dead, you should know what’s coming after me.” Forget stage names. He just encountered a supernatural force in a kid’s game! Wasn’t that more exciting?
“Which means I was late. Unless it comes back from the grave, I won’t be late. Well, unless someone dies. Then I’ll be taking a sick day.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:10 pm
Azzo's jaw dropped looking at Remi. This was re... wait no it wasn't this unfortunately was normal. "Yeah I'll try. Hopefully, however you'll snap out of it. I have a feeling though I should've hired a Whore...."
He just kind of ... he shook his head at the DS thing. "Everyone knows you throw those things in the microwave. It kills whatever is communicating with them, then you could prolly tell DS that a bolt of lighting hit it and got a new one."
He didn't like where this was going. "You better be appearing in person to tell me you're taking a sick day." He chuckled, and shook his head as he watched Remi leaning on the chair's armrest.
He sighed as he could but couldn't believe the excuses, "Stage name. Be thinking of one."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:31 pm
He pulled back on his chair, looking at Azzo with narrow eyes. “Are you calling ME a whore? That’s not right. If anything, I’m only a healthy teenager. I didn’t say I was slobbering on everyone. I’m selective. You’re the one that brought up kissing random people. Maybe you got some suppressed urges or something. It’s still no reason to be calling me a whore.” This kid really needed to learn to pick his words. Tactful didn’t seem to be part of Azzo’s talents, and he wondered if the reason the boy didn’t have an assistant was because he didn’t have anyone willing to put up with his lip. Bossy and name calling wasn’t really part of the golden star treatment.
Leaning back, he reached up and adjusted his cross earrings as he watched the sky. “If I’m taking a sick day due to someone’s death, you’re getting a text message as I’m crossing the border. The first thing I’m going to be doing is putting some distance between me and any evil that comes near me.” The microwave idea was a good one, but he didn’t think the floor would like burnt plastic wafting down the hallway or their only microwave being busted. Remi made his burritos in there!
“Well, aside from a name, what else are we going to do? I thought I was going to get hypnotized again, not lectured.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:40 pm
Azzo looked at him, "No... I said maybe I should've got a whore for this." He laughed and grinned, "You should learn when people kid."
Shaking his head as he sighed, "And I don't really have a phone, so you can't really text me.. Thus why in person is a good idea. That way I can come with. WE could go to Los Vegas and make a fortune."
He chuckled, "Yeah we are, I'm getting around to it. I just needed to cover the "try to be clean next time" rule. I don't need the teachers thinking we were burying a body."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:52 pm
“Yeah, Yeah. I doubt the teachers would care. If I said I was dumping a body, they would just think I was playing around. Vegas still. Now that is an idea. Wouldn’t want Vegas. Too dry. I say somewhere with beaches, a view, and lots of great restaurants. You can find casinos anywhere.” He reclined back, snuggling into his seat and wishing he had a foot stool.
Personally, Azzo seemed a bit of a tight shirt. He couldn’t see him being too crazy, but who knew. Maybe he secretly had some sort of crazy lunatic side to him. Thus far, Remi only saw business professional, but that could change. “ Oh, being clean is a rule now. Need to mark that on my list of important things.” Reaching up with his finger, he wrote out into the air and then marked it off. “There. I’ll be as pressed and proper as a poodle in a dog show.” If Remi couldn’t pick out when Azzo was kidding, he wondered if Azzo could figure out sarcasm. Being clean was one thing he could manage, but presentable was never his style.
“If we’re setting up rules, I have one. Get a phone. How can you NOT have a cell phone? This is the 20th century. We’re not using telegrams anymore, Azzo the puppet master. The Pony Express isn’t dropping the mail at your door anymore. Time to get up to date and get yourself a cell. Learn to text while you’re at it. Better yet, how about I get you one? Yup, that’s it. You’re getting a phone. I’ll pick it out and you’re going to use it.” Remi had plenty of cash from his last book. In fact, he should get around to buying that kid a new DS. It would be mean to leave him hanging.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:12 pm
He chuckled, "Cali then? I heard the Hard Rock might be looking for some new entertainment."
"Yup, 'clean' I dont care how pressed you are just no dirt." He shook his head cracking a smile. At least he could bark back like the prior assistant. He cracked his knuckles and pulled out his gem, yeah he was ready to get the show on the road in a second.
"Pah... Phone. I don't have anyone to call! So Why would I have one?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:16 pm
Azzo wasn’t just a stuffed shirt, he was a SAD stuffed shirt. “You have no one to call?!” It seemed like the greatest crime to come to Remi’s ears. “Azzo, that’s just SAD! How can you be in the school and not have not one number in your address book? Don’t you get out of your room? Don’t you talk to anyone? No wonder you think having a cell phone is weird. You’re not even socially up to date!” It was a sad state of affairs when his boss didn’t even own the most vital piece of technology to date. In the end, all he could do was shake his head and pat Azzo on the shoulder.
“It’s okay. I can help you become normal. Just trust me on this.” Leaving Remi to make someone normal was a joke in itself, but the writer was now set on ordering a phone that night for the puppeteer. It would be a act of charity to help Azzo along. Even better, he’d take him out to talk to people. Talking to puppets was sure to make him a shut in without a life.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:35 pm
Azzo looked at him "Remi don't waist your money. Naxish's busy doing her DJing s**t she doesn't need to hear from me. Neither do my parents, I write them enough."
He crossed his arms as he held out the crystal and swung it in front of Remi, if for nothing else than to get him to shut up. "Watch the crystal Remi, you're falling into a deep sleep."
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 8:26 am
He pushed the crystal aside as he got up. “Hold your horses. You’ve avoiding it all together. You need to get yourself out there and talking to people. It’s fun to have people to chat with. I talk to PLENTY of people, and I never bother then when I do. You should think about that, Mr. I’m too good for technology.”
Pushing he crystal back where it belonged, he dusted off his pants as if to clear the matter of socializing for now and then found a nice patch in the grass. “If I’m going to pass out, I’m not doing it in a unstable chair. Give me a second or two, will ya?” He had to make himself comfortable after all. If he was going to walk around, he was sure he could manage getting up off the ground. That and it just was better to fall asleep in the grass than in a chair. He had enough back problems from writing for hours at his desk that taking a nap in one would only make it worse. The last thing he needed was a hump at the age of 30. It wasn’t like he owned a bell tower to pull that sort of thing off.
Laying down on the grass, Remi shuffled a few times until he gave the ‘ok’ sign. “All set.” While it meant Azzo would have to lean in, it was the same procedure. While this was work for Azzo, it was an opportunity to take a nap and maybe wake up to a fun story. He never thought he would be the easily hypnotized type, and for now, it still had a fun aspect to keep him interested. Once it got boring or Azzo got on his nerves, he’d find other students to fill up his time.
It didn't take long at all, and after a few deep words, Remi was asleep.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:18 am
Azzo looked at Remi. "We'll finish that converstation later..."
He wrinkled his nose, he'd much rather walk out and talk to people. It was easier than talking to someone you can't see. You can tell what people are thinking.
When Remi was asleep Azzo rubbed the back of his head. Azzo waited a moment, "Are you asleep?" He asked, common questions once a yes it prompted a new mode of action.
"Please stand up." He said watching Remi hoping that the guy wouldn't actually hurt himself standing up.
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