The sky was barely beginning to brighten to a bolder shade of blue, moon vanishing behind the cityscape but stars still bright in the dark sky. Sadiq and Gilbert were leaning against one another, seated on the edge of the street gutter, discussing Edward Scissorhands.
“I mean - hic - it’s my favorite movie,” Gilbert was slurring to an emphatically nodding Sadiq.
“Edward’s so fuckin’ pure,” Sadiq said. “Just, ya know, does stuff...because it makes his woman happy....” he trailed off.
“I know! I - fuckin’ - I know, dude! And, and Kim! She just -”
“Just leaves him!”
“But, but man,” Gilbert shook his head. “Those townieshits-”
“-brainless suburban fuckers -” Sadiq snarled.
“ - yeah, them - they would have...have killed ‘im! It wasss....sacrifice, you know?”
“Dude, yeah, got ya.”
“She loved that weirdo motherfucker. And never - hic - went back! Never went back?!” Gilbert looked imploringly over to Sadiq.
Sadiq sat motionless for a minute, staring at the street. “...yeah. ‘S rough.”
Gilbert scraped his scissors on the pavement. “I dun’ think I could do that,” he tried to state casually.
“Eh?” Sadiq looked up.
“Not see - see someone I loved ever again. ‘m too selfish,” he shrugged. “S’what my last ex told me, least.”
“Mmmm, exes,” Sadiq laughed, but it was a bitter thing. “Fuck that.”
“Psh, really. No more ‘o that tonight.”
Sadiq finished the last of Gilbert’s flask and hummed a tune Gilbert couldn’t quite place.
“S’at?”
Sadiq laughed and threw an arm around Gilbert’s shoulders before belting out “Not. One. More. Woooooord tonight,” into the night. Gilbert placed it immediately and the two began an off-key duet with the stars as a twinkling, captive audience in their drunken minds.
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Alfred, Ivan, and Kiku stumbled into the middle of the performance. Alfred immediately jumped in, hopping into the middle of the deserted street and facing the two, throwing an arm out, while Ivan and Kiku shot confused glances at one another.
They extended the end a bit further than necessary and finally Alfred broke it up with loud chattering. “Hey, so Gil man, me, an’ Ivan, an’ Ivan’s pal - we’re gonna go home and play video games until we pass out. You coming?”
“Can we - can we smoke some weed?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it!” Alfred reached down and hauled Gilbert up, steadying him when he almost fell over.
“Okay - you - hic - wanna come, Sadiq?”
Sadiq waved them off. “Nah, I should get to sleep.”
“Kay, see ya around,” Gilbert called. He turned around. “You two - if you’re goin’, you’re goin’. C’mon.” He began to head down the street, Ivan and Kiku following.
Alfred looked at Sadiq a second. “You sure? Yeah? Alright. Sweet costume, by the way!” he said, then turned around and ran to catch up with the rest of them at the end of the street.
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Good Lord. What a chapter. Will probably take a breather for a bit after this one O.o Anyway, here are some links to costumes that might need to be clarified (remove the spaces):
Norway - Per Yngve Ohlin - warning, blood! - h ttp://i170.photobuc ket.com/albums/u248/darklore666/dead33.jpg
Poland - Margot Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenenbaums - h ttp://img.photob ucket.com/albums/v56/ottoautopilot/margot-bus.jpg
France and Spain - Daft Punk - I imagine that France would dress it up a little -htt p://ww w.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/12/13/daft_punk_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg
Germania, Denmark, Netherlands - The Nihilists from The Big Lebowski - except instead of looking derpy they ended up looking insane/fucking terrifying - h ttp://ww w.tifr.us/storage/post-images/The-Big-Lebowski-Nihilists.jpg
Rome - John Oates of Hall and Oates - ht tp://ww w.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/john-oates.jpg
Russia - Radiohead bear - IVAN YOU CREEPER ILU - ht tp://farm3.static.flic kr.com/2202/2473968159_d18d92976a.jpg?v=0
LATFF [4k/?]
“I mean - hic - it’s my favorite movie,” Gilbert was slurring to an emphatically nodding Sadiq.
“Edward’s so fuckin’ pure,” Sadiq said. “Just, ya know, does stuff...because it makes his woman happy....” he trailed off.
“I know! I - fuckin’ - I know, dude! And, and Kim! She just -”
“Just leaves him!”
“But, but man,” Gilbert shook his head. “Those townieshits-”
“-brainless suburban fuckers -” Sadiq snarled.
“ - yeah, them - they would have...have killed ‘im! It wasss....sacrifice, you know?”
“Dude, yeah, got ya.”
“She loved that weirdo motherfucker. And never - hic - went back! Never went back?!” Gilbert looked imploringly over to Sadiq.
Sadiq sat motionless for a minute, staring at the street. “...yeah. ‘S rough.”
Gilbert scraped his scissors on the pavement. “I dun’ think I could do that,” he tried to state casually.
“Eh?” Sadiq looked up.
“Not see - see someone I loved ever again. ‘m too selfish,” he shrugged. “S’what my last ex told me, least.”
“Mmmm, exes,” Sadiq laughed, but it was a bitter thing. “Fuck that.”
“Psh, really. No more ‘o that tonight.”
Sadiq finished the last of Gilbert’s flask and hummed a tune Gilbert couldn’t quite place.
“S’at?”
Sadiq laughed and threw an arm around Gilbert’s shoulders before belting out “Not. One. More. Woooooord tonight,” into the night. Gilbert placed it immediately and the two began an off-key duet with the stars as a twinkling, captive audience in their drunken minds.
---
Alfred, Ivan, and Kiku stumbled into the middle of the performance. Alfred immediately jumped in, hopping into the middle of the deserted street and facing the two, throwing an arm out, while Ivan and Kiku shot confused glances at one another.
They extended the end a bit further than necessary and finally Alfred broke it up with loud chattering. “Hey, so Gil man, me, an’ Ivan, an’ Ivan’s pal - we’re gonna go home and play video games until we pass out. You coming?”
“Can we - can we smoke some weed?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it!” Alfred reached down and hauled Gilbert up, steadying him when he almost fell over.
“Okay - you - hic - wanna come, Sadiq?”
Sadiq waved them off. “Nah, I should get to sleep.”
“Kay, see ya around,” Gilbert called. He turned around. “You two - if you’re goin’, you’re goin’. C’mon.” He began to head down the street, Ivan and Kiku following.
Alfred looked at Sadiq a second. “You sure? Yeah? Alright. Sweet costume, by the way!” he said, then turned around and ran to catch up with the rest of them at the end of the street.
---
Good Lord. What a chapter. Will probably take a breather for a bit after this one O.o Anyway, here are some links to costumes that might need to be clarified (remove the spaces):
Germany - I’m thinking Arby’s - ht tp://ww w.flickr.com/photos/87215627@N00/291787471/
Norway - Per Yngve Ohlin - warning, blood! - h ttp://i170.photobuc ket.com/albums/u248/darklore666/dead33.jpg
Poland - Margot Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenenbaums - h ttp://img.photob ucket.com/albums/v56/ottoautopilot/margot-bus.jpg
France and Spain - Daft Punk - I imagine that France would dress it up a little -htt p://ww w.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/12/13/daft_punk_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg
Germania, Denmark, Netherlands - The Nihilists from The Big Lebowski - except instead of looking derpy they ended up looking insane/fucking terrifying - h ttp://ww w.tifr.us/storage/post-images/The-Big-Lebowski-Nihilists.jpg
Rome - John Oates of Hall and Oates - ht tp://ww w.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/john-oates.jpg
Russia - Radiohead bear - IVAN YOU CREEPER ILU - ht tp://farm3.static.flic kr.com/2202/2473968159_d18d92976a.jpg?v=0
Oh, and Francis requested Air’s Sexy Boy, FYI.