TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Ever wonder if those things you hear about in stories are real?
If they aren't really stories?
Well just remember. Ignorance is bliss.
We warned you.
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Things That Go Bump In The Night [CLOSED]
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Ever wonder if those things you hear about in stories are real?
If they aren't really stories?
Well just remember. Ignorance is bliss.
We warned you.
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Jack Banks slammed the door of his old pickup, trudging through the damp grass and dirt, pistol hanging loosely from his right hand, before examining the house in front of him, the cool, autumn night air blowing leaves around his ankles. To anyone else, the house looked like an ordinary one. A little old, maybe, but otherwise seemingly normal. It was in a line of about six other houses on one side of a neighborhood street, and the lights were off. A 'For Sale' sign was posted right outside on the front lawn.
"Well," the boy sighed, turning back to face his partner, a small smirk playing on his lips. "M'pretty sure this is it. You ready?" He shifted his weight onto his left leg, waiting for he other to get whatever it was they needed. "No, really, take your time," he added sarcastically, "I hear ghosts aren't in a rush."
"Well," the boy sighed, turning back to face his partner, a small smirk playing on his lips. "M'pretty sure this is it. You ready?" He shifted his weight onto his left leg, waiting for he other to get whatever it was they needed. "No, really, take your time," he added sarcastically, "I hear ghosts aren't in a rush."
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spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Maxine Caulfield was sitting in the passenger seat of her partner's pickup truck, as she tried to reassure herself that everything would be alright. She had always been a rather shy girl, as well as getting scared rather easily. Why she agreed to such a job as she did was unknown even to her, and she regretted it on every call where they had to go out. I should be used to this by now... The air was a crispy cool outside, so she zipped up her gray jacket with a small shiver. Her partner-in-crime, Jack Banks, had always been more intrepid, more outgoing, so he found this to be all fun. Paranormal going-ons just never sat with her nicely without forcing out a shudder. Jack had already stepped out of the car, because he had enough pride and confidence to just run into this battle. Max, however, had to take a mental breather and reassure herself that everything was going to be alright. She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door, cool air instantly permeating her thin jacket as her sneakers hesitantly touched down at the grassy ground below.
Max gripped her Polaroid camera tightly, as she looked around at her surroundings. Definitely ominous... she thought to herself. She was soon interrupted when Jack called out to her, bringing his sarcastic two-sense into it. Even though there was a sense of urgency with their mission, Max liked to be cautious with this sort of stuff, and he knew that as much as anybody. They were at a rather vintage home, the roof slightly dilapidated and peeling back at the panels, the grass a dying mess. The house had clearly been abandoned, and held a sort of sinister air around it. Max brought up her own vintage camera in her hands and snapped a nice picture of the creepy scene, a smile on her face. Even though her freckled cheeks seemed sapped of color from the ominous situation, she still managed to pull a smile as the pulled out the drying negative and slipped it into a small designated folder in her side bag over her shoulder.
Max then looked over at her partner after closing the car door behind her, taking in another reassuring breath to herself. There was unease clearly evident in her face, as she walked over to where Jack was standing. There was a clear physical difference between the two of them, him tall and her short, her small and petite and him rather average. But she didn't mind that. Sure, it wasn't a confidence booster, but agree couldn't let it bother her. "I don't appreciate your sarcasm, by the way." Max said with a frown at Jack, looking up at him because of the height difference. "Let's just," she sighed, looking over at the house with furrowed eyebrows, "get this over with."
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
Max gripped her Polaroid camera tightly, as she looked around at her surroundings. Definitely ominous... she thought to herself. She was soon interrupted when Jack called out to her, bringing his sarcastic two-sense into it. Even though there was a sense of urgency with their mission, Max liked to be cautious with this sort of stuff, and he knew that as much as anybody. They were at a rather vintage home, the roof slightly dilapidated and peeling back at the panels, the grass a dying mess. The house had clearly been abandoned, and held a sort of sinister air around it. Max brought up her own vintage camera in her hands and snapped a nice picture of the creepy scene, a smile on her face. Even though her freckled cheeks seemed sapped of color from the ominous situation, she still managed to pull a smile as the pulled out the drying negative and slipped it into a small designated folder in her side bag over her shoulder.
Max then looked over at her partner after closing the car door behind her, taking in another reassuring breath to herself. There was unease clearly evident in her face, as she walked over to where Jack was standing. There was a clear physical difference between the two of them, him tall and her short, her small and petite and him rather average. But she didn't mind that. Sure, it wasn't a confidence booster, but agree couldn't let it bother her. "I don't appreciate your sarcasm, by the way." Max said with a frown at Jack, looking up at him because of the height difference. "Let's just," she sighed, looking over at the house with furrowed eyebrows, "get this over with."
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Jack watched the girl as she exited the vehicle, and noticed her shiver. He guessed it was kind of cool out. They'd be inside soon enough, he supposed. The adrenaline would warm them up. Max seemed to hesitate, then pulled up her old Polaroid camera. Jack suppressed an eyeroll as she snapped a photo, a small smile on her face. He guessed it was cute, or whatever you wanna call it. He just hoped she wasn't about to make a scrapbook or anything.
After placing the new photo delicately into her side bag, Max slammed the truck door and made her way over. As she drew nearer, he smirked fondly as he was reminded once again how short she was. He didn't say anything, just grinned as she approached.
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm, by the way," the girl frowned, and Jack shrugged.
"Sorry, can't help it. It runs in my blood," he smirked, then cleared his throat. He figured he'd back down with the snarky remarks for now, then, since he doubted Max would want to (or would) repeat herself. And after all, he liked her. He didn't like seeing her unhappy. Well... she was always... not particularly happy... on a hunt, but that was just the job, right? It wasn't supposed to make you happy.
"Let's just..." Max began, then sighed, frowning at the house before them, "...get this over with."
Well, the job was doing a damn good job at making them not particularly happy.
Jack gave her a wink and made his way up the front porch steps, turning to make sure she was still following. "So, recap," he said. "1933. Helen Earl, housewife, married to James Earl." Jack held up his hand, holding up two fingers, then adding the other three. "Three kids-- Susan, James, Jr., and Timothy. One night, after dinner, husband supposedly takes the wife and the two older kids outside, hangs 'em up in the backyard tree. Husband gets arrested and little Timmy gets sent somewhere." He looked sheepish, shrugging. "Couldn't find where; he kind of went off the grid. Only thing I know is Daddy dearest died about two years later, suicide. Only fishy thing is..." He raised a finger and leaned closer to her. "...He came back here to do it."
Leaning back again, Jack sighed. "House gets sold in 1937, only all the residents end up killing themselves." He paused. "Not an average occurrence. Hasn't been bought since then. 'Bout a month ago, Mr. Johnny-Cash-realtor-back-there-we-talked-to-earlier buys the house... and all the surrounding houses, for that matter. Wants to tear 'em down, build a whole new neighborhood on top. Only thing is, construction worker are, uh... dwindling. If you know what I mean."
He studied his partners face, hoping this wasn't a job that got her too shaken up. "All we gotta do is salt the bodies of the wife and kids, then burn 'em. Also, lucky for us, bodies are buried under the tree." 'Jesus,' he thought, 'Who does that? Bury the family right below the place they died? It's just sick.' "We don't even have to go in." He gave her a lopsided grin, wondering if his seemingly cheerful demeanor was going to make her feel better or worse.
After placing the new photo delicately into her side bag, Max slammed the truck door and made her way over. As she drew nearer, he smirked fondly as he was reminded once again how short she was. He didn't say anything, just grinned as she approached.
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm, by the way," the girl frowned, and Jack shrugged.
"Sorry, can't help it. It runs in my blood," he smirked, then cleared his throat. He figured he'd back down with the snarky remarks for now, then, since he doubted Max would want to (or would) repeat herself. And after all, he liked her. He didn't like seeing her unhappy. Well... she was always... not particularly happy... on a hunt, but that was just the job, right? It wasn't supposed to make you happy.
"Let's just..." Max began, then sighed, frowning at the house before them, "...get this over with."
Well, the job was doing a damn good job at making them not particularly happy.
Jack gave her a wink and made his way up the front porch steps, turning to make sure she was still following. "So, recap," he said. "1933. Helen Earl, housewife, married to James Earl." Jack held up his hand, holding up two fingers, then adding the other three. "Three kids-- Susan, James, Jr., and Timothy. One night, after dinner, husband supposedly takes the wife and the two older kids outside, hangs 'em up in the backyard tree. Husband gets arrested and little Timmy gets sent somewhere." He looked sheepish, shrugging. "Couldn't find where; he kind of went off the grid. Only thing I know is Daddy dearest died about two years later, suicide. Only fishy thing is..." He raised a finger and leaned closer to her. "...He came back here to do it."
Leaning back again, Jack sighed. "House gets sold in 1937, only all the residents end up killing themselves." He paused. "Not an average occurrence. Hasn't been bought since then. 'Bout a month ago, Mr. Johnny-Cash-realtor-back-there-we-talked-to-earlier buys the house... and all the surrounding houses, for that matter. Wants to tear 'em down, build a whole new neighborhood on top. Only thing is, construction worker are, uh... dwindling. If you know what I mean."
He studied his partners face, hoping this wasn't a job that got her too shaken up. "All we gotta do is salt the bodies of the wife and kids, then burn 'em. Also, lucky for us, bodies are buried under the tree." 'Jesus,' he thought, 'Who does that? Bury the family right below the place they died? It's just sick.' "We don't even have to go in." He gave her a lopsided grin, wondering if his seemingly cheerful demeanor was going to make her feel better or worse.
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spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max studied the house more; the cracking pillars, the front panels that seemed to bend a little inwards, the discoloration that added the cherry on the pie. She couldn't help but notice that her partner, Jack, smiled at her when she walked over to him. She couldn't even force a decent smile in this situation. He only saw her comment as a joke about him being sarcastic, and that wasn't at all appreciated. Sarcasm is learned, not passed on by blood. she thought to herself, not really wanting to continue the situation about this. Max didn't like his snarky remarks much, but she had learned to deal with them after a while. She knew that he was just trying to cheer her up, yet she was oblivious to his actual romantic feelings towards her. She furrowed her eyebrows when Jack winked at her, as she merely wondered what that was about. They walked up to the porch steps, as she looked up at the patio that seemed almost like it was caving in. Maybe it's just my imagination... she thought to herself while walking up to the front steps. Hopefully... Max followed Jack as he then began to speak to her, giving her a rather detailed yet brief recap on why exactly they were here.
The story started off with a happy scene, with the three kids and the parents at a nice family dinner, only to end with the wife and two eldest children hung up on the tree outside by the husband himself. Max shuddered. What was his motive..? she wondered, seeing the entire act as utterly horrible. The story of the family then ends with the husband being arrested and the youngest child sent somewhere, most likely some sort of mental institution from the incredibly scarring event. And for some reason, two years later, had the father committed suicide, but had come back to his original home to do it. It was actually a rather interesting story; a bit strange and ominous, but interesting all the same. Jack then informed her that the house was somehow sold in the mid nineteen hundreds, but hadn't been bought ever since then. Max looked up at the features in front of the house, studying them again. It was probably a nice house at some point... she thought to herself. He then told her about the Realtor that they had spoke with earlier about it, and how he had bought the house as well as all the surrounding houses. He also said he wanted to tear everything down, but the workers never got around to doing it. Max shrugged.
Jack then told her that all they had to do was salt the buried bodies and burn them. He also informed her that they had been conveniently buried under the tree in the backyard, so they weren't even required to walk into the house or anything. She still shuddered at the thought. She could never honestly bring herself to really hurt someone, even if it were for self defense. She just didn't have the guts, which was one way to put it. She was a coward at such an act, even though it was pretty much her job. In her mind, her job was to take all the pictures. She looked over art Jack to see his usual lopsided grin, and she knew that its purpose was to cheer her up, in addition to a rather strangely cheerful demeanor of his. Max merely forced a smile at him as she looked back at the house and then down at her Polaroid camera. "A-Alright."
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
The story started off with a happy scene, with the three kids and the parents at a nice family dinner, only to end with the wife and two eldest children hung up on the tree outside by the husband himself. Max shuddered. What was his motive..? she wondered, seeing the entire act as utterly horrible. The story of the family then ends with the husband being arrested and the youngest child sent somewhere, most likely some sort of mental institution from the incredibly scarring event. And for some reason, two years later, had the father committed suicide, but had come back to his original home to do it. It was actually a rather interesting story; a bit strange and ominous, but interesting all the same. Jack then informed her that the house was somehow sold in the mid nineteen hundreds, but hadn't been bought ever since then. Max looked up at the features in front of the house, studying them again. It was probably a nice house at some point... she thought to herself. He then told her about the Realtor that they had spoke with earlier about it, and how he had bought the house as well as all the surrounding houses. He also said he wanted to tear everything down, but the workers never got around to doing it. Max shrugged.
Jack then told her that all they had to do was salt the buried bodies and burn them. He also informed her that they had been conveniently buried under the tree in the backyard, so they weren't even required to walk into the house or anything. She still shuddered at the thought. She could never honestly bring herself to really hurt someone, even if it were for self defense. She just didn't have the guts, which was one way to put it. She was a coward at such an act, even though it was pretty much her job. In her mind, her job was to take all the pictures. She looked over art Jack to see his usual lopsided grin, and she knew that its purpose was to cheer her up, in addition to a rather strangely cheerful demeanor of his. Max merely forced a smile at him as she looked back at the house and then down at her Polaroid camera. "A-Alright."
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
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TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
As Jack repeated the story he had spent the last day or so researching, Max merely listened. She nodded occasionally, and shuddered at the creepier things, but all the while said nothing. Finally, after he had finished, she offered him a forced smile, before glancing at the house, then her camera again. "A-alright..." she mumbled quietly, and Jack stared at her for a moment.
That was it? That was all she had to say? 'Thanks for that enthusiastic input,' he thought, and was about to say aloud, before remembering he had promised himself not to say anything else sarcastic. Besides, he knew Max was scared, and no matter how exasperating it sometimes was to him, he wasn't about to be a dick about it. So he just managed to give her a thumbs up before rounding around the porch.
The two were stopped short, however, by a long, tall, wooden fence. Jack frowned. "Seriously..?" he muttered in annoyance. "No way we can climb that..." He glanced around. "Well, maybe..." Then he paused, shooting Max an uneasy look. He had a feeling she wasn't going to approve of his idea.
"You don't think you might have the strength in you to boost me up, would you?" he asked doubtfully, grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of his head. "I think I could get over from there, then let you in." He didn't dare suggest boosting her over the wall. She was shaken as it was; no need to add more fuel to the fire that was fear. There was going to be even more things to be scared of in a moment, anyway.
He didn't mention the fact that by 'letting her in', he meant through the house, having a feeling she would not approve of that idea, either.
He also didn't tell her to be on the watch for police. He had kept that comment quiet, half to keep her calm, half because he just assumed she knew. As construction workers... 'dwindled', as he had so elegantly put it... the police had been phoned multiple times. Not at first, of course, but as more and more workers were found strung up in the same tree as Helen, Susan, James, Jr., and Timothy Earl, people started to get freaked out.
He didn't mention that either.
It wasn't like he was keeping secrets. He was just... withholding information. That wasn't technically lying, right? Besides, it was all to be nice. He hated having to take Max with him on hunts, but he was still to inexperienced to go alone. Or so he said.
In all honesty, he probably would have been fine doing it by himself, but... he didn't want to. It was selfish, he supposed. Dragging her into this when she so obviously hated it. But he did too. So why was he here? He couldn't say he knew. Sure, maybe to find his brother. But this was unrelated to any of that. Why was he here? Maybe it took his mind off of other things. Or maybe he liked blowing off steam by just feeling like he was doing a good thing.
He wasn't sure, and he couldn't tell you if you asked.
That was it? That was all she had to say? 'Thanks for that enthusiastic input,' he thought, and was about to say aloud, before remembering he had promised himself not to say anything else sarcastic. Besides, he knew Max was scared, and no matter how exasperating it sometimes was to him, he wasn't about to be a dick about it. So he just managed to give her a thumbs up before rounding around the porch.
The two were stopped short, however, by a long, tall, wooden fence. Jack frowned. "Seriously..?" he muttered in annoyance. "No way we can climb that..." He glanced around. "Well, maybe..." Then he paused, shooting Max an uneasy look. He had a feeling she wasn't going to approve of his idea.
"You don't think you might have the strength in you to boost me up, would you?" he asked doubtfully, grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of his head. "I think I could get over from there, then let you in." He didn't dare suggest boosting her over the wall. She was shaken as it was; no need to add more fuel to the fire that was fear. There was going to be even more things to be scared of in a moment, anyway.
He didn't mention the fact that by 'letting her in', he meant through the house, having a feeling she would not approve of that idea, either.
He also didn't tell her to be on the watch for police. He had kept that comment quiet, half to keep her calm, half because he just assumed she knew. As construction workers... 'dwindled', as he had so elegantly put it... the police had been phoned multiple times. Not at first, of course, but as more and more workers were found strung up in the same tree as Helen, Susan, James, Jr., and Timothy Earl, people started to get freaked out.
He didn't mention that either.
It wasn't like he was keeping secrets. He was just... withholding information. That wasn't technically lying, right? Besides, it was all to be nice. He hated having to take Max with him on hunts, but he was still to inexperienced to go alone. Or so he said.
In all honesty, he probably would have been fine doing it by himself, but... he didn't want to. It was selfish, he supposed. Dragging her into this when she so obviously hated it. But he did too. So why was he here? He couldn't say he knew. Sure, maybe to find his brother. But this was unrelated to any of that. Why was he here? Maybe it took his mind off of other things. Or maybe he liked blowing off steam by just feeling like he was doing a good thing.
He wasn't sure, and he couldn't tell you if you asked.
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max was filled with an insatiable unease from just the sight of this house. Sure, it made for an excellent picture, but she found herself loathing to get any closer. Jack gave her a thumbs up after looking at her briefly, as they both began to walk around the porch and to the side of the house. Soon enough were the two of them stopped by a tall wooden fence that seemed impassable for one person alone. Her partner muttered in annoyance, irritated at the fact of the obstacle. They only had to go to the backyard, yet even that proved a little difficult. She frowned and looked up at the fence, it being quite tall, and probably pass the legal limit. She only assumed that this was for some sort of construction purposes. Max looked over at Jack as he mentioned that it would be quite impossible to just climb the wooden fence, then paused mid-sentence and gave her an uneasy look of his own.
Jack was cool most of the time, a majority of the time actually, and not much seemed to creep him or or prove difficult, so she wondered what the look was for. She looked back at the fence, and back at her partner. His next statement, actually a question, shocked her. He grinned sheepishly as he asked her if she had enough strength to give him a boost, up and over the fence. She felt a little offended, as he rubbed the back of his head, but it was all true. Max had very minimal upper body strength, if any real muscle at all. "There's no way," she said doubtfully as well, "I mean..." she mumbled with a gulp. He said that he could hop over the fence then, and let her in from there. Her first assumption, given the context, was to let her into the house and not any other place that he may have been thinking of. She thought for a moment, as a small bead of cold sweat brought itself to the surface of the side of her forehead. "I-I could probably go over, and let you in, or maybe just unlock the fence when I'm over f-for you." Max said in a rather quiet voice that not even she was sure of. "There's probably a sliding lock or some locking mechanism on the other side of t-this." she proposed, gripping the sides of her Polaroid camera in her hands. She was scared incredibly to go through with what she was suggesting.
The more she thought about it, the more she was unwilling to be sent over into the unknown of an incredibly ominous murder scene that could have may or may not been extremely paranormal. If she were to be boosted over to the other side, she could be facing something completely awful and dreadful, and Jack wouldn't be there to save her. But, there was really no other way around this. She swallowed the ball in her throat and nodded at him with a more reassured look. Max still retained her intense look of fear, but she had to do this. "Yeah, l-let's do that." She had to get over her fears sometime, starting with such an intense scene, however. She faced Jack and placed her hands on the wooden bar reinforcements that ran across the fence diagonally, gripping on the hard wooden ledges. She stepped one of her feet up, and lifted the other off the ground a little bit for Jack to grab and lift himself, then looked at her partner straight in the eye with her own fear filled blue ones, hoping that this wouldn't last too long and that she would be alright in the end.
Jack was cool most of the time, a majority of the time actually, and not much seemed to creep him or or prove difficult, so she wondered what the look was for. She looked back at the fence, and back at her partner. His next statement, actually a question, shocked her. He grinned sheepishly as he asked her if she had enough strength to give him a boost, up and over the fence. She felt a little offended, as he rubbed the back of his head, but it was all true. Max had very minimal upper body strength, if any real muscle at all. "There's no way," she said doubtfully as well, "I mean..." she mumbled with a gulp. He said that he could hop over the fence then, and let her in from there. Her first assumption, given the context, was to let her into the house and not any other place that he may have been thinking of. She thought for a moment, as a small bead of cold sweat brought itself to the surface of the side of her forehead. "I-I could probably go over, and let you in, or maybe just unlock the fence when I'm over f-for you." Max said in a rather quiet voice that not even she was sure of. "There's probably a sliding lock or some locking mechanism on the other side of t-this." she proposed, gripping the sides of her Polaroid camera in her hands. She was scared incredibly to go through with what she was suggesting.
The more she thought about it, the more she was unwilling to be sent over into the unknown of an incredibly ominous murder scene that could have may or may not been extremely paranormal. If she were to be boosted over to the other side, she could be facing something completely awful and dreadful, and Jack wouldn't be there to save her. But, there was really no other way around this. She swallowed the ball in her throat and nodded at him with a more reassured look. Max still retained her intense look of fear, but she had to do this. "Yeah, l-let's do that." She had to get over her fears sometime, starting with such an intense scene, however. She faced Jack and placed her hands on the wooden bar reinforcements that ran across the fence diagonally, gripping on the hard wooden ledges. She stepped one of her feet up, and lifted the other off the ground a little bit for Jack to grab and lift himself, then looked at her partner straight in the eye with her own fear filled blue ones, hoping that this wouldn't last too long and that she would be alright in the end.
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TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"There's no way," Max mumbled, her tone laced with doubt. "I mean..." She paused, and Jack could vaguely make out the beginning of a sheen of cold sweat forming in beads atop her forehead. She was nervous. Really nervous. No, scratch that-- she was terrified. 'Crap,' Jack thought, 'This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have brought her.' He hated seeing her in distress, and her next words made him do a double take.
"I-I could probably go over," she suggested, stuttering a little, "and let you in... or maybe just unlock the fence when I'm over, f-for you." Jack froze. "Wait, what?" he said, her words not really processing in his mind. "There's probably a sliding lock," she continued, "or some locking mechanism on the other side of t-this." Her hands gripped her camera tighter, and Jack simply stared. "Yeah, l-let's do that."
The girl faced him, before placing her hands on the fence's reinforcements, gripping them tightly. She followed suit with one of her feet, then the other, though this one didn't touch the ledge. She left it in the air, no doubt for him to take, before lifting her over the fence. Max looked at Jack, staring him right in the eyes. Jack swallowed, seeing the fear that swirled within them. 'Damn it,' Jack thought again. 'Damn it, damn it, damn it.'
"Wh-- no! Hell no!" the boy protested, once he had regained his voice. He planted his feet firmly, giving her a defiant look, though he wasn't so defiant at her than he was at the idea. Sure, it was probably their best option at the moment, but he hadn't mentioned it for a reason. "No way I'm letting you do that!" Damn it, she was scared enough already. Why would he throw her over into the unknown without a safety line? That was just a dick move.
"Who knows what could be over there," he added, then mentally kicked himself. He knew there was no way of changing Max's mind, but now he'd probably only managed to succeed in making her even more paranoid. 'Damn it.' "We'll find another way in."
"I-I could probably go over," she suggested, stuttering a little, "and let you in... or maybe just unlock the fence when I'm over, f-for you." Jack froze. "Wait, what?" he said, her words not really processing in his mind. "There's probably a sliding lock," she continued, "or some locking mechanism on the other side of t-this." Her hands gripped her camera tighter, and Jack simply stared. "Yeah, l-let's do that."
The girl faced him, before placing her hands on the fence's reinforcements, gripping them tightly. She followed suit with one of her feet, then the other, though this one didn't touch the ledge. She left it in the air, no doubt for him to take, before lifting her over the fence. Max looked at Jack, staring him right in the eyes. Jack swallowed, seeing the fear that swirled within them. 'Damn it,' Jack thought again. 'Damn it, damn it, damn it.'
"Wh-- no! Hell no!" the boy protested, once he had regained his voice. He planted his feet firmly, giving her a defiant look, though he wasn't so defiant at her than he was at the idea. Sure, it was probably their best option at the moment, but he hadn't mentioned it for a reason. "No way I'm letting you do that!" Damn it, she was scared enough already. Why would he throw her over into the unknown without a safety line? That was just a dick move.
"Who knows what could be over there," he added, then mentally kicked himself. He knew there was no way of changing Max's mind, but now he'd probably only managed to succeed in making her even more paranoid. 'Damn it.' "We'll find another way in."
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max waited for her partner to lift her up and over the fence, and when he was hesitating to do so, she returned her attention over to him with a frown. He questioned her, with a 'wait, what?', as if he hadn't understood what she had just told him. Were her words not clear to him? When she looked over at Jack, he stared at her as if she was crazy. His next words scared her a little, as he became a little hysterical. He retorted her idea, with a raised voice in a protesting manner. Was that also concern in his voice? she wondered, a little oblivious to his feelings. She stepped down from the fence and stood on her two feet. She didn't understand. He suggested being lifted over the fence, and Max wasn't nearly strong enough to follow through with giving him a boost up, but when she suggested it herself, she was quickly given a no, as if her idea had been the craziest he had ever heard. Sure, she was plenty afraid, but what choice did they have? And why was it such a problem when she merely switched the roles around? She was very confused at this moment.
"Well why not?" she asked him, raising her voice a little as well at Jack as he told her that there was no way that he was going to let her follow through with this. He explained to her why not, informing her that neither of them knew what could be behind that fence, that being the same thoughts she had about going over the fence. Max was set on her idea, but frowned at her partner, then nodding when he suggested them find another way to get to the backyard. "May I ask why there's a problem that I can't go over the fence, but you can? That doesn't make any sense!" she retorted, looking him straight in the eye. Some of the fear had gone because of her sudden anger, but she was still visibly shaking a little. She mentally cursed to herself when she rose her voice at Jack, but the intense atmosphere was almost choking, making them both very tense. She wanted to apologize to him, but she also wanted answers.
She looked up at the fence as well as the wooden support beam that ran across it diagonally, as she picked up her Polaroid camera that had been resting on it from when she put it on there in hopes that Jack would lift her over. She slipped her camera into her side bag and stuck her hands into her pockets, stepping back a step. There would be nothing worse than if her prized Polaroid was ruined. If her partner wouldn't boost her over, then they had to go find another way. Max didn't want to do that, however, as that was very evident. Fences that lead to backyards had sliding locks that could be undone to get to the backyard, so all she had to do was go over the fence briefly and undo the lock, thus letting him in a mere second after being sent over. It was simple, so what was his problem?
"Well why not?" she asked him, raising her voice a little as well at Jack as he told her that there was no way that he was going to let her follow through with this. He explained to her why not, informing her that neither of them knew what could be behind that fence, that being the same thoughts she had about going over the fence. Max was set on her idea, but frowned at her partner, then nodding when he suggested them find another way to get to the backyard. "May I ask why there's a problem that I can't go over the fence, but you can? That doesn't make any sense!" she retorted, looking him straight in the eye. Some of the fear had gone because of her sudden anger, but she was still visibly shaking a little. She mentally cursed to herself when she rose her voice at Jack, but the intense atmosphere was almost choking, making them both very tense. She wanted to apologize to him, but she also wanted answers.
She looked up at the fence as well as the wooden support beam that ran across it diagonally, as she picked up her Polaroid camera that had been resting on it from when she put it on there in hopes that Jack would lift her over. She slipped her camera into her side bag and stuck her hands into her pockets, stepping back a step. There would be nothing worse than if her prized Polaroid was ruined. If her partner wouldn't boost her over, then they had to go find another way. Max didn't want to do that, however, as that was very evident. Fences that lead to backyards had sliding locks that could be undone to get to the backyard, so all she had to do was go over the fence briefly and undo the lock, thus letting him in a mere second after being sent over. It was simple, so what was his problem?
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Max stepped down from the fence ('thank God,' Jack thought), and listened to him, quiet for the most part. At his suggestion for finding another way in, she nodded, and Jack gave a sigh of relief. 'Good thing that's settled,' he thought, before stopping cold as he heard her very next sentence. "May I ask why there's a problem that I can't go over the fence, but you can?" she demanded with a frown, her tone harsher than he expected. "That doesn't make any sense!"
'Damn it,' he mentally cursed. He should have known she'd question that part. She wasn't stupid, after all. And she certainly wasn't one to play the helpless damsel... unless she wanted to, he supposed. '...Damn it, Jack, focus.'
He hesitated. "Just... 'cause, okay?" he said finally, and mentally smacked himself. What kind of a lame answer was that?! No way she was gonna buy it. So he tried again. "...'Cause I said so." Shit, that was worse. "'Cause.. uh... 'cause..." 'Great job, Jack. Fan-freaking-tastic.' "Uh... 'cause you're.. um... not as experienced! Yeah, that's it." 'Better late than never,' he guessed. He doubted that was gonna work either, but she couldn't deny it was true.
"I can't send you out there now. You'd need more...uh... training. ...Sure." He crossed his arms, watching as the girl plucked her beloved, prized camera off of the top of the fence and returned it to the protected safety of her bag. "Besides, might as well search around the house. Who knows what kind of crap we should know about?" 'She really better buy this,' he thought. 'Or you're about to be screwed.'
'Damn it,' he mentally cursed. He should have known she'd question that part. She wasn't stupid, after all. And she certainly wasn't one to play the helpless damsel... unless she wanted to, he supposed. '...Damn it, Jack, focus.'
He hesitated. "Just... 'cause, okay?" he said finally, and mentally smacked himself. What kind of a lame answer was that?! No way she was gonna buy it. So he tried again. "...'Cause I said so." Shit, that was worse. "'Cause.. uh... 'cause..." 'Great job, Jack. Fan-freaking-tastic.' "Uh... 'cause you're.. um... not as experienced! Yeah, that's it." 'Better late than never,' he guessed. He doubted that was gonna work either, but she couldn't deny it was true.
"I can't send you out there now. You'd need more...uh... training. ...Sure." He crossed his arms, watching as the girl plucked her beloved, prized camera off of the top of the fence and returned it to the protected safety of her bag. "Besides, might as well search around the house. Who knows what kind of crap we should know about?" 'She really better buy this,' he thought. 'Or you're about to be screwed.'
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max retained her frown as she then crossed her arms over her chest at her partner as he attempted at explaining himself to her as to why she wasn't allowed merely over the fence. When he gave his response, she was very surprised. 'Just 'cause'? What, is he my boss now? she thought to herself, even though that was true for the most part. Jack was far more experienced at this than she was, and he was sort of her guardian while on a mission. Then he tried again. 'Cause I said so'? Now this is just getting a little offensive, she thought once more until he spoke again. "I'm not as experienced? I need more training? To what, j-jump over a fence and undo a lock?" she asked, slightly appalled at Jack's words to her. "I'm not that incompetent, Jack." Max said with a deep frown, the edges of her lips curving downwards quite a bit. Her fear was mostly replaced with irritation towards him, which was good on some levels. At least she wasn't really shaking anymore, distracted almost by their little altercation.
Max noticed that her partner had crossed his arms as well as she had, then told her that they may as well search around the house, for other facts or evidence of some sort; research, almost, on the crime. After a couple moment's hesitation, she slowly nodded, retaining her deep frown at Jack. "Fine, seeing as that you won't let me go this way." she said, pointing at the fence with furrowed eyebrows. Even though she really didn't wan to go through the fence way, she still didn't understand why she couldn't just go over to undo a lock. It would have saved them so much effort, assuming that it even lead way to the backyard, which was almost very implied. And why did he get so worked up about it? Sure, it was unknown to the both of them what could have been behind that fence, but it would honestly take a mere second to do what she had planned to do. Instead, they had to go through the house. Max swallowed, as the unease began to settle in once again, slithering down and coating her body as well as crawling along her skin and giving her goosebumps. Who knows what could be in there?
Max noticed that her partner had crossed his arms as well as she had, then told her that they may as well search around the house, for other facts or evidence of some sort; research, almost, on the crime. After a couple moment's hesitation, she slowly nodded, retaining her deep frown at Jack. "Fine, seeing as that you won't let me go this way." she said, pointing at the fence with furrowed eyebrows. Even though she really didn't wan to go through the fence way, she still didn't understand why she couldn't just go over to undo a lock. It would have saved them so much effort, assuming that it even lead way to the backyard, which was almost very implied. And why did he get so worked up about it? Sure, it was unknown to the both of them what could have been behind that fence, but it would honestly take a mere second to do what she had planned to do. Instead, they had to go through the house. Max swallowed, as the unease began to settle in once again, slithering down and coating her body as well as crawling along her skin and giving her goosebumps. Who knows what could be in there?
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"I'm not as experienced?" Max repeated, her voice sounding both indignant, appalled, and insulted. 'Shit, wrong answer again,' Jack thought. "I need more training?" she went on, seeming to be getting more and more annoyed the more she continued speaking. "To what, j-jump over a fence and undo a lock? I'm not that incompetent, Jack." 'Damn it,' he mentally cursed again. Why couldn't she have been a dumb blonde?
"Well, yeah..." he tried again, mentally picturing himself dripping in sweat. 'Jesus, this is like disarming a bomb,' he mused. "I mean, of course not! It's just... It, um... I just wanna make sure... that um..." 'That you don't get hurt,' he thought, but he wasn't about to say that. This was no time to start getting all dramatic. This was real life, not some Lifetime movie. "...That we didn't miss anything. No harm in checking the house over again, right?"
A moment of silence passed, before Max finally sighed. "Fine," she huffed, "seeing as that you won't let me go this way." She jerked her thumb at the fence, her entire face dripping with disapproval. 'Figures,' Jack thought, 'It's probably more creepy in the house anyway. Damn it.' He decided not to dwell on it, and instead nodded, giving her a curt, semi-mocking nod, and a "Thank you."
He started to lead her back around the way they had come, before stopping. He sighed to himself, his mind waging a mini war. Before Max could ask what the hell he was doing, he whirled to face her.
"...Okay, you know what?" he asked, though it hadn't really been a question. "...If you wanna do it, let's do it." He turned back to the fence, bending his legs for leverage, and holding out his cupped hands a little in front of him, lower than his knees. "...I mean, you gotta start getting experience sometime." 'And I've gotta learn to stop worrying about you so much and just let you be a real hunter,' he added mentally.
"C'mon," he said, "let's do it." He looked at her expectantly, and he couldn't help but hope she'd change her mind.
((Sorry for the lateness of this =P My day has been p busy today ^^0))
"Well, yeah..." he tried again, mentally picturing himself dripping in sweat. 'Jesus, this is like disarming a bomb,' he mused. "I mean, of course not! It's just... It, um... I just wanna make sure... that um..." 'That you don't get hurt,' he thought, but he wasn't about to say that. This was no time to start getting all dramatic. This was real life, not some Lifetime movie. "...That we didn't miss anything. No harm in checking the house over again, right?"
A moment of silence passed, before Max finally sighed. "Fine," she huffed, "seeing as that you won't let me go this way." She jerked her thumb at the fence, her entire face dripping with disapproval. 'Figures,' Jack thought, 'It's probably more creepy in the house anyway. Damn it.' He decided not to dwell on it, and instead nodded, giving her a curt, semi-mocking nod, and a "Thank you."
He started to lead her back around the way they had come, before stopping. He sighed to himself, his mind waging a mini war. Before Max could ask what the hell he was doing, he whirled to face her.
"...Okay, you know what?" he asked, though it hadn't really been a question. "...If you wanna do it, let's do it." He turned back to the fence, bending his legs for leverage, and holding out his cupped hands a little in front of him, lower than his knees. "...I mean, you gotta start getting experience sometime." 'And I've gotta learn to stop worrying about you so much and just let you be a real hunter,' he added mentally.
"C'mon," he said, "let's do it." He looked at her expectantly, and he couldn't help but hope she'd change her mind.
((Sorry for the lateness of this =P My day has been p busy today ^^0))
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max frowned at her partner as she could see the dread on his face as well. He apparently had agreed with her when she questioned him about being able to simply hop over a fence. He then tried to fix the situation by telling her that they didn't want to miss anything, and that there was no harm in going into the house to investigate. And when she finally agreed with going into the house, Jack nodded at her and thanked her for her decision. Then did they begin to walk back around, towards the front of the house again. Jack then turned sharply on his heels to face her. He told Max that if she really wanted to jump the fence, then they would do it. She was shocked. After making such a fuss, he was finely deciding to let me do it? she thought, utterly confused at her partner and his decisions. Although she was relieved and and slightly more happy with him for finely agreeing with her and a plan of hers, the dread still wouldn't leave her. Almost as if something was there, there behind that fence, waiting for her to just hop over...
Max shuddered at that thought, as she looked over at Jack as he turned back to the fence and bend at his knees and holding his hands together in front of them, the fingers laced into a cupping gesture. She walked back over to him, placing a hand shakily along the wooden support beam along with her other hand about a foot from the other. She stepped up onto the bottom support beam which was a couple inches from the ground and looked over at Jack. He told her that she had to start training sometime, to finally get some experience in what they were doing. Max then lifted her foot a little that was on the ground and placed her heel of her sneakers into her partner's cupped hands, waiting for him to help her up and over this fence. They were finally going to go inside and finish this, rather than just chickening out and trying to come up with better ideas that weren't necessarily better. She was glad that he finally agreed to her plan, feeling Luke they were finally getting somewhere with this. "Alright. Let's do this." she said to Jack, nodding softly at him as she swallowed the ball in her throat, mentally preparing herself for this.
((It's plenty fine! I have finals this week, so i haven't been on much anyways because of studying. :3 ))
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
Max shuddered at that thought, as she looked over at Jack as he turned back to the fence and bend at his knees and holding his hands together in front of them, the fingers laced into a cupping gesture. She walked back over to him, placing a hand shakily along the wooden support beam along with her other hand about a foot from the other. She stepped up onto the bottom support beam which was a couple inches from the ground and looked over at Jack. He told her that she had to start training sometime, to finally get some experience in what they were doing. Max then lifted her foot a little that was on the ground and placed her heel of her sneakers into her partner's cupped hands, waiting for him to help her up and over this fence. They were finally going to go inside and finish this, rather than just chickening out and trying to come up with better ideas that weren't necessarily better. She was glad that he finally agreed to her plan, feeling Luke they were finally getting somewhere with this. "Alright. Let's do this." she said to Jack, nodding softly at him as she swallowed the ball in her throat, mentally preparing herself for this.
((It's plenty fine! I have finals this week, so i haven't been on much anyways because of studying. :3 ))
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Max made her way back over to the fence where Jack waited, then stepped back up onto the support beams with one foot. The other she settled into the boy's waiting, cupped hand, before glancing down at him. "Alright," she said quietly, nodding. "Let's do this."
Jack took a deep breath, nodding back at her, before bracing himself. Then, he pushed upwards, straightening his legs until the other could reach over the fence. He felt the momentum of her go over, and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He turned to look at the fence. Max must have been on the other side now, then. His eyes moved to the top, where she had gone over.
"Max!" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth. A warm, white puff of air followed the sound, marking how cold it had suddenly gotten. "Shit," he mumbled quietly to himself, feeling the panic rising in his chest. "Max! Max, you okay?" he tried again, trying to keep his emotions under control.
((Sorry for the short post =P I'm kinda rushing atm))
Jack took a deep breath, nodding back at her, before bracing himself. Then, he pushed upwards, straightening his legs until the other could reach over the fence. He felt the momentum of her go over, and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He turned to look at the fence. Max must have been on the other side now, then. His eyes moved to the top, where she had gone over.
"Max!" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth. A warm, white puff of air followed the sound, marking how cold it had suddenly gotten. "Shit," he mumbled quietly to himself, feeling the panic rising in his chest. "Max! Max, you okay?" he tried again, trying to keep his emotions under control.
((Sorry for the short post =P I'm kinda rushing atm))
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max looked at her partner as she began to mentally prepare herself for what was about to come. There couldn't be anything behind the fence, if it were would it be incredibly silent, because no sound was coming from the other side; this was other than the ominous whistles of cold wind around them swirling through their surroundings and forcing out soft whirring noises through circular holes of the house, or the slits in the fence perhaps. It was a little sinister, and the cold outside didn't help either. Max had never been built for cold, her body frame being relatively thin and small, the coolness flowing straight through her thin jacket. But, nevertheless, Jack was about to boost her up and over the fence, and she was ready, the focusing on where her limbs would go when they would be moving. Her partner then pushed her upwards, as she climbed up the fence and went up and over with a small shriek, a soft noise of her stumbling.
Max had never had the best balance, so when she jumped over to the other side, she fell onto her unstable legs and had to slap her palm onto the side of the fence once she had stumbled upon hitting the ground. There had been a very brief moment of silence until Jack's voice pierced the cold air. He called out her name with some urgency, minimal panic in his voice. He called again, asking if she was okay. "It's okay, Jack. I'm a-alright." Max said, as she felt a small aching in her ankle from falling on it a little awkwardly. "There's no need to freak out." she said as calmly as possible as she then turned around to look up at the fence door. When she looked over to see what she had expected to see, where the sliding lock was supposed to be, she froze and fell to her knees. There was no lock. And that meant that her first plan that Jack had agreed upon was an utter failure, and this could mean something severe. Dread washed over her body, as her vocal cords felt tight and made it unable for her to speak.
(( It's okay, really. ^w^ I understand, as real life stuff is a lot more important than on here. So you have no reason to apologize because I completely understand. ))
Max had never had the best balance, so when she jumped over to the other side, she fell onto her unstable legs and had to slap her palm onto the side of the fence once she had stumbled upon hitting the ground. There had been a very brief moment of silence until Jack's voice pierced the cold air. He called out her name with some urgency, minimal panic in his voice. He called again, asking if she was okay. "It's okay, Jack. I'm a-alright." Max said, as she felt a small aching in her ankle from falling on it a little awkwardly. "There's no need to freak out." she said as calmly as possible as she then turned around to look up at the fence door. When she looked over to see what she had expected to see, where the sliding lock was supposed to be, she froze and fell to her knees. There was no lock. And that meant that her first plan that Jack had agreed upon was an utter failure, and this could mean something severe. Dread washed over her body, as her vocal cords felt tight and made it unable for her to speak.
(( It's okay, really. ^w^ I understand, as real life stuff is a lot more important than on here. So you have no reason to apologize because I completely understand. ))
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TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
((Crap I'm sorry the alert didn't come up =P))
"It's okay, Jack," Max assured him, though her voice was shaky. "I'm a-alright." She must have heard the urgency in his voice, because she also added, "There's no need to freak out." Crap, she was good at reading people.
He nodded, before realizing she couldn't see him. "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to unlock the gate or... something. There was silence for a few moments, and Jack tried to mentally tell himself to chill out. She had this. But damn it if he wasn't allowed to be worried. He started to feel the anxiety creep back in, though, when he didn't hear a clicking of a lock... or her voice anymore, for that matter.
"...Max?" he called again, trying not to sound as worried as he really was. Sounding worried would only make her worried, and that would just make things worse. "You, uh... you... you got the... the lock?" He tried not to make it seem pushy. That would just make her stressed. But he backed away from the fence, ready to move if he had to. "Max?"
"It's okay, Jack," Max assured him, though her voice was shaky. "I'm a-alright." She must have heard the urgency in his voice, because she also added, "There's no need to freak out." Crap, she was good at reading people.
He nodded, before realizing she couldn't see him. "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to unlock the gate or... something. There was silence for a few moments, and Jack tried to mentally tell himself to chill out. She had this. But damn it if he wasn't allowed to be worried. He started to feel the anxiety creep back in, though, when he didn't hear a clicking of a lock... or her voice anymore, for that matter.
"...Max?" he called again, trying not to sound as worried as he really was. Sounding worried would only make her worried, and that would just make things worse. "You, uh... you... you got the... the lock?" He tried not to make it seem pushy. That would just make her stressed. But he backed away from the fence, ready to move if he had to. "Max?"
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max tried to shake herself from her frozen daze, but it wasn't working. She couldn't even speak for that matter, as she had fallen to her knees mere moments before, just looking up at the fence door with fear in her eyes. Dread coated her entire body, pricking at her skin and making her light brunette hair on her neck and arms stand on end. All she wanted was to impress Jack in a way, whether it be figuring something out while on missions, or making some sort of perfect plan, all she wanted was to appear as more than just an inferior little girl that he has to lug around all the time. She was just a hassle to him, always in the way, and now she really messed to this time. Finally, she was able to speak to him, but what came out was practically a dying croak. "J-Jack..?" Max spoke out weakly, her voice even trembling. "It's all m-my f-fault. I can't do a-anything right and I f-failed you again." she said as she swallowed the ball in her throat as it began to feel tight. She placed her hands gently on the fence door, its coldness seeping through her fingertips.
"There's n-no lock." Max confessed to her partner after a couple long moments of not saying anything. A small tear soon rolled down her cheek, staining her skin wet with the salty liquid. "I s-should have j-just g-gone with y-you into the house. Now if I wasn't so s-stubborn!" she whined, raising her voice in an almost fed-up sense. Like she was desperate, almost, feeling terrible about herself for her horrible choices. More tears rolled down her cheeks, and her voice showed it, shaky and nasally from crying. She tried to mask it as best she could, but it wasn't working. Her voice was also very anxious. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the fence door, sniffling as she tried to will herself to stop crying. Max hadn't dared look behind her at the backyard. Sure, the tree could have been right there, merely yards away, but she didn't want to know. She couldn't bear to do any of this by herself. Too shy, too easily scared by such paranormal activity. There could be someone out there if she got up from being on her knees to go check things out. She wouldn't dare, however. She probably couldn't even stand to her feet without losing her balance from her trembling legs.
((It's alright ^w^ thanks for telling me ))
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
"There's n-no lock." Max confessed to her partner after a couple long moments of not saying anything. A small tear soon rolled down her cheek, staining her skin wet with the salty liquid. "I s-should have j-just g-gone with y-you into the house. Now if I wasn't so s-stubborn!" she whined, raising her voice in an almost fed-up sense. Like she was desperate, almost, feeling terrible about herself for her horrible choices. More tears rolled down her cheeks, and her voice showed it, shaky and nasally from crying. She tried to mask it as best she could, but it wasn't working. Her voice was also very anxious. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the fence door, sniffling as she tried to will herself to stop crying. Max hadn't dared look behind her at the backyard. Sure, the tree could have been right there, merely yards away, but she didn't want to know. She couldn't bear to do any of this by herself. Too shy, too easily scared by such paranormal activity. There could be someone out there if she got up from being on her knees to go check things out. She wouldn't dare, however. She probably couldn't even stand to her feet without losing her balance from her trembling legs.
((It's alright ^w^ thanks for telling me ))
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
After a few moments of pure, terrifying silence, Jack heard a noise he never thought had sounded so beautiful as it did now. Sure, it sounded sniffled, and nasally, almost as if she was or had been crying. ...Wait, what? Crying?!
"J-Jack..?" came the croaking, trembling voice from behind the fence.
"I'm here, Max," the boy reassured her, placing a hand of the wood beside him as if she could feel it and use it as comfort. 'Damn it,' he thought, mentally sending himself through a wood chipper for being so reckless. 'Something's wrong. Something has to be wrong. I knew I shouldn't have let her go alone.'
"It's all m-my f-fault," the girl continued, stumbling over her words. "I can't do a-anything right and I f-failed you again." 'Shit.'
"Hey, whoa," Jack countered, moving along the fence to where he believed her voice was coming from. "That's not true, alright? You've never let me down, and this is not your fault." 'Whatever 'this' is...' he added mentally. It probably wasn't anyway, whatever it was. After all, what could possibly be her fault now? He didn't have to wait long for an aswer; Max piped up again a moment later, seemingly on the verge of sobbing.
"There's n-no lock," the girl explained quietly, after a few moments of silence. Jack froze. 'Oh. Well... shit.' "I s-should have j-just g-gone with y-you into the house," she continued, and he could nearly imagine her whole body wracked with sniffling shivers. 'Damn it!' "Now if I wasn't so s-stubborn!" It sounded like she was almost scolding herself, and Jack leaned back against the fence, options whirring through his mind.
"Hey," he said, trying to sound calm in an attempt to soothe her. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here; we're both okay." The words rolled off his tongue like routine, though his mind barely paid ay attention. The sweet nothings were just... natural... (he supposed was the word...) to him. He barely even realized he was speaking at all, until he stopped himself from saying the name 'Timmy'.
Suddenly, a chill swept through the air. A bad one. Jack felt his heart rate begin to go up. "Max," he said quickly. "What do you have on you? Any supplies at all?" He tried not to sound panicked, but damn it, he was. 'Please let her have salt or something...' he mentally prayed. He could hear the leaves on the other side of the fence-- Max's side-- fly up and around as if thrown. 'Damn it...!'
"J-Jack..?" came the croaking, trembling voice from behind the fence.
"I'm here, Max," the boy reassured her, placing a hand of the wood beside him as if she could feel it and use it as comfort. 'Damn it,' he thought, mentally sending himself through a wood chipper for being so reckless. 'Something's wrong. Something has to be wrong. I knew I shouldn't have let her go alone.'
"It's all m-my f-fault," the girl continued, stumbling over her words. "I can't do a-anything right and I f-failed you again." 'Shit.'
"Hey, whoa," Jack countered, moving along the fence to where he believed her voice was coming from. "That's not true, alright? You've never let me down, and this is not your fault." 'Whatever 'this' is...' he added mentally. It probably wasn't anyway, whatever it was. After all, what could possibly be her fault now? He didn't have to wait long for an aswer; Max piped up again a moment later, seemingly on the verge of sobbing.
"There's n-no lock," the girl explained quietly, after a few moments of silence. Jack froze. 'Oh. Well... shit.' "I s-should have j-just g-gone with y-you into the house," she continued, and he could nearly imagine her whole body wracked with sniffling shivers. 'Damn it!' "Now if I wasn't so s-stubborn!" It sounded like she was almost scolding herself, and Jack leaned back against the fence, options whirring through his mind.
"Hey," he said, trying to sound calm in an attempt to soothe her. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here; we're both okay." The words rolled off his tongue like routine, though his mind barely paid ay attention. The sweet nothings were just... natural... (he supposed was the word...) to him. He barely even realized he was speaking at all, until he stopped himself from saying the name 'Timmy'.
Suddenly, a chill swept through the air. A bad one. Jack felt his heart rate begin to go up. "Max," he said quickly. "What do you have on you? Any supplies at all?" He tried not to sound panicked, but damn it, he was. 'Please let her have salt or something...' he mentally prayed. He could hear the leaves on the other side of the fence-- Max's side-- fly up and around as if thrown. 'Damn it...!'
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max wiped her eyes when her partner answered her, trying to stifle her sniffling as he reassured her that he was right there for her. It may have been a little calming, at least a little, but it still wasn't helping too much as she lie there on her knees, trying to sit up straight and regain her composure; she also didn't want for Jack to think of her as weak as she really was, and crying wasn't helping any. After she told him that she had failed him, and that she 'couldn't do anything right', he stopped her, trying to counter her own confidence bashing towards herself. He told her that it wasn't true, and that she never did let him down. Max didn't believe his words, even if he was trying to help her here. After informing Jack that there was no lock, and after scolding herself for her own poor choices and stubborn attitude, he tried his best to calm her, the tears still rolling down her cheek and dribbling down her chin. Her partner told her that it would be okay, and that it would be that way because he was right there with her, despite the tall wooden barrier that now separated them both. It was very ominous out, and she shivered.
Max wiped her eyes again with the sleeves of her sweater, staining them with the teary wetness off her face. She froze and looked around when she felt a chill in the air as well. Jack then suddenly said her name, she perked up and faced the fence, as if she could somehow see him. When he asked what she had with her, she thought to herself for a moment, then touching her bag quickly as well and opening the flap of her sidebag. He sounded a little panicked, some urgency in his voice. Umm...W-weapons? A silver knife...uh..a vial of h-holy water... Max said as she looked through her bag. She probably didn't have any sort of firearm with her, because she was an absolutely terrible shot, and even Jack knew that. "Why..-?" she asked, as she turned around on her knees as leaves stirred around her. "Oh God, p-please, no." she mumbled to herself with extreme anxiety as her face drained to an entirely new shade of white. She gripped her hand onto the fence as she forced up all the strength that she could muster to pull herself to her feet, her legs trembling something fierce. Using the fence as support, Max blinked and tried to focus on what was around her.
She couldn't see the supposed tree that they needed to go to, where the dead were hung, so maybe it was behind the house more? She shuddered at the thought of even moving from where she was. She pulled the knife out from her bag and gripped the handle tightly in her right hand, her knuckles white around the hilt, her other hand on the fence for support. How was she going to get to Jack; or, something more plausible: how was he going to get to her? Her legs weren't responding to her too well, as her thighs trembled underneath her standing. She probably couldn't even walk if she tried to.
Max wiped her eyes again with the sleeves of her sweater, staining them with the teary wetness off her face. She froze and looked around when she felt a chill in the air as well. Jack then suddenly said her name, she perked up and faced the fence, as if she could somehow see him. When he asked what she had with her, she thought to herself for a moment, then touching her bag quickly as well and opening the flap of her sidebag. He sounded a little panicked, some urgency in his voice. Umm...W-weapons? A silver knife...uh..a vial of h-holy water... Max said as she looked through her bag. She probably didn't have any sort of firearm with her, because she was an absolutely terrible shot, and even Jack knew that. "Why..-?" she asked, as she turned around on her knees as leaves stirred around her. "Oh God, p-please, no." she mumbled to herself with extreme anxiety as her face drained to an entirely new shade of white. She gripped her hand onto the fence as she forced up all the strength that she could muster to pull herself to her feet, her legs trembling something fierce. Using the fence as support, Max blinked and tried to focus on what was around her.
She couldn't see the supposed tree that they needed to go to, where the dead were hung, so maybe it was behind the house more? She shuddered at the thought of even moving from where she was. She pulled the knife out from her bag and gripped the handle tightly in her right hand, her knuckles white around the hilt, her other hand on the fence for support. How was she going to get to Jack; or, something more plausible: how was he going to get to her? Her legs weren't responding to her too well, as her thighs trembled underneath her standing. She probably couldn't even walk if she tried to.
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"Umm...W-weapons...?" Max repeated, amidst her sniffling. She seemed to be calmer than before, so that was good. Unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual. "...A silver knife... uh... a vial of h-holy water..." she began to list off, and Jack assumed she was going through the bag she had brought with her. 'Good...' he thought to himself. 'Atta girl... Still, nothing useful against spirits... damn it...'
"Why...?" she started to ask, then stopped herself, voice quickly turning to panic. "Oh God, p-please, no..."
"Max?" Jack called, banging his fist on the fence. "Max, what is it? Are you okay?!" He turned away, muttering a string of curse words under his breath as he ran both hands through his short, spiky hair. Of course this had to happen to her. The one time he wasn't with her. He mentally flipped God the bird, imagining him just laughing at their misfortune.
"Max!" he called again, cupping his hands around his mouth for more volume. "Max, just get to the house, okay? Find some salt, make a circle. And you stay in that circle until I come get you, you hear me?" He didn't suggest for her to get something made of iron to defend herself. It would only give her one more thing to worry about doing, and besides, he'd rather have her cowering and safe versus chivalrous and dead.
"Can you do that for me?" he asked again, getting more and more worried. There were spirits near, no doubt about it. And Max was right on top of their playground without adult supervision.
Another large gust of wind blew through the air, and the temperature in the backyard seemed to drop about twenty degrees. Soft, eerie voices floated on the air, though they were almost impossible to make out. ...Something about death was Jack's guess.
"Why...?" she started to ask, then stopped herself, voice quickly turning to panic. "Oh God, p-please, no..."
"Max?" Jack called, banging his fist on the fence. "Max, what is it? Are you okay?!" He turned away, muttering a string of curse words under his breath as he ran both hands through his short, spiky hair. Of course this had to happen to her. The one time he wasn't with her. He mentally flipped God the bird, imagining him just laughing at their misfortune.
"Max!" he called again, cupping his hands around his mouth for more volume. "Max, just get to the house, okay? Find some salt, make a circle. And you stay in that circle until I come get you, you hear me?" He didn't suggest for her to get something made of iron to defend herself. It would only give her one more thing to worry about doing, and besides, he'd rather have her cowering and safe versus chivalrous and dead.
"Can you do that for me?" he asked again, getting more and more worried. There were spirits near, no doubt about it. And Max was right on top of their playground without adult supervision.
Another large gust of wind blew through the air, and the temperature in the backyard seemed to drop about twenty degrees. Soft, eerie voices floated on the air, though they were almost impossible to make out. ...Something about death was Jack's guess.
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
After Max had told her partner about what weaponry she had with her, he hadn't answered because of her own quickness to do so. Her sudden panic caused Jack as well to be filled with unease, as he banged on the fence door in some kind of attempt at getting to her. She jumped at the sudden noise from behind her on the fence, that being highly unexpected, then soon looked around her, at the swirling leaves beside her. It could have just been the wind, that in which was highly plausible, but she honestly highly doubted that being the case pertaining the nature of both her job as well as the particular crime in question. Max listened to Jack, unable to speak for a couple moments to his question. She swallowed the ball in her throat, and attempted to again speak to her partner. "Uhh, y-yeah. I'm f-fine." she said, not necessarily answering his question of what exactly that was.
He called her name again, and then began to give her orders. Instead of being stubborn for many times that had soon enough been at her fault, she decided that now was a crucial time to just shut up and listen to what she was told. He told her to get to the house, that in which she shuddered a bit, and said for her to find some salt in there somewhere and create a circle around her with it. She nodded. "Yes, I think I can." Max said in response to his question as to whether or not she would be able to follow through with the task. Even though just the mere thought of walking any closer to the house made her knees weak, she agreed to doing this to hopefully save her from the unknown that was here. She then froze when a large gust of wind made the temperature around her even colder than it had already been. Max shivered, retaining her white color as voices sounded, eerie and phantasmal voices. "Jack, w-what is t-that?" she said with evident fear as she took a small yet hesitant step away from the fence.
He called her name again, and then began to give her orders. Instead of being stubborn for many times that had soon enough been at her fault, she decided that now was a crucial time to just shut up and listen to what she was told. He told her to get to the house, that in which she shuddered a bit, and said for her to find some salt in there somewhere and create a circle around her with it. She nodded. "Yes, I think I can." Max said in response to his question as to whether or not she would be able to follow through with the task. Even though just the mere thought of walking any closer to the house made her knees weak, she agreed to doing this to hopefully save her from the unknown that was here. She then froze when a large gust of wind made the temperature around her even colder than it had already been. Max shivered, retaining her white color as voices sounded, eerie and phantasmal voices. "Jack, w-what is t-that?" she said with evident fear as she took a small yet hesitant step away from the fence.
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"Yes, I think I can," Max replied, and Jack nodded, feeling a little better than he had ten seconds ago.
"Good," he said, "Go do that, I'll find a way in and I'll get to you, okay?" He pressed an ear to the door, taking out his pistol from the back of his pants where he had stored it. Rock salt rounds didn't fit in it-- he used his shotgun for that, but it was back in the car where he'd left it. This was filled with iron rounds, or as he liked to call it, ghost repellent.
Max didn't respond to his question, though her voice seemed to tighten up as she squeaked out, "Jack, w-what is that?" 'Shit.'
"It's okay, Max," he said. "Don't worry about it; just get to the house, do as I say, and you'll be fine." He hesitated, waiting for her to start running before he hurried back to the front door of the house. "I promise."
((Sorry this is short; I'm not at home so I have limited wifi... =P))
"Good," he said, "Go do that, I'll find a way in and I'll get to you, okay?" He pressed an ear to the door, taking out his pistol from the back of his pants where he had stored it. Rock salt rounds didn't fit in it-- he used his shotgun for that, but it was back in the car where he'd left it. This was filled with iron rounds, or as he liked to call it, ghost repellent.
Max didn't respond to his question, though her voice seemed to tighten up as she squeaked out, "Jack, w-what is that?" 'Shit.'
"It's okay, Max," he said. "Don't worry about it; just get to the house, do as I say, and you'll be fine." He hesitated, waiting for her to start running before he hurried back to the front door of the house. "I promise."
((Sorry this is short; I'm not at home so I have limited wifi... =P))
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Max stepped away from the fence once more, taking another shaky step away from it. Jack told her once again to go do what he had told her, and she nodded to herself. She gripped her knife in her hand tightly, looking around with cautious eyes. He told her that it was going to be okay, and that she shouldn't worry about it and just get to the house. "Alright, I trust you." She said as she then sucked in a reassuring breath as her partner left her from the fence, presumably to go to the front of the house himself. She began to walk along the side of the house, constantly hoping that there was a side door or a window or something that she could use to somehow get into the house as quickly as possible. Max shivered as she looked around her, the ominous breeze swirling about her. The sun was fading from view, changing the sky to a dark and starless blackness. There was still visibility for anyone out, as the neighborhood around them was still bright and alive.
She kept walking, slowly by the side of the house, one hand's fingertips grazing the old wood house beside her while the other cautiously gripped her silver knife in hand. She was very much on edge, and even the slightest of sudden noise could startle her and make her jump back in fear. Her steps were slow and shaky, as Max looked around and kept her eyes, as much as she could, in front of her, trying to watch all around her. Soon enough had her fingertips along the house grazed against smooth glass, and she turned on her heels quickly and faced an opaque window at her side. She then quickly fished around in her bag, looking for something thick and blunt that could be used to break open the window. Journal, too flimsy...Camera, like hell that's going to happen...Ah hah! Book! she thought to herself with some hope filling her.
Max pulled out the thick novel from her sidebag, suddenly thankful that she decided to even bring it. Before the trip had she been seriously debating on whether or not it would just be a dead weight to her, also thinking that she could maybe use it if there was some sort of boring free time, which was never likely. But now it was perfect. She looked at the book for a second, then took in a hopeful breath. She slipped the knife in her hand back into the bag and gripped the book firmly in her right hand. She brought her arm back slowly, bending at the elbow behind her, until she then struck out forward, the book slamming against the glass. Max was recoiled slightly, as she fell back a little on her heels. But, there was a wide crack, spider-webbing across the murky glass surface. She tried again, and one more time, until it all shattered in both directions. She screamed, jumping backwards and stumbling onto her rear end with her hands cupped over her head, dropping the book behind her. Glass shards rained down like starfall as her scream split the silence of the night.
She kept walking, slowly by the side of the house, one hand's fingertips grazing the old wood house beside her while the other cautiously gripped her silver knife in hand. She was very much on edge, and even the slightest of sudden noise could startle her and make her jump back in fear. Her steps were slow and shaky, as Max looked around and kept her eyes, as much as she could, in front of her, trying to watch all around her. Soon enough had her fingertips along the house grazed against smooth glass, and she turned on her heels quickly and faced an opaque window at her side. She then quickly fished around in her bag, looking for something thick and blunt that could be used to break open the window. Journal, too flimsy...Camera, like hell that's going to happen...Ah hah! Book! she thought to herself with some hope filling her.
Max pulled out the thick novel from her sidebag, suddenly thankful that she decided to even bring it. Before the trip had she been seriously debating on whether or not it would just be a dead weight to her, also thinking that she could maybe use it if there was some sort of boring free time, which was never likely. But now it was perfect. She looked at the book for a second, then took in a hopeful breath. She slipped the knife in her hand back into the bag and gripped the book firmly in her right hand. She brought her arm back slowly, bending at the elbow behind her, until she then struck out forward, the book slamming against the glass. Max was recoiled slightly, as she fell back a little on her heels. But, there was a wide crack, spider-webbing across the murky glass surface. She tried again, and one more time, until it all shattered in both directions. She screamed, jumping backwards and stumbling onto her rear end with her hands cupped over her head, dropping the book behind her. Glass shards rained down like starfall as her scream split the silence of the night.
TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
"Alright," came Max's shaky voice through the fence, "I trust you." Jack thought those were the greatest words in the world. ...Okay, so maybe 'I love you' was a little higher up on the chart, but a guy couldn't be picky. 'Focus, Jack; this isn't the time for monologuing, for God's sake...!'
Jack didn't move away from the fence until he heard her footsteps going away from him through the crunchy grass and leaves. 'That's it; atta girl...' he thought, then when he was sure she would be okay (well, as okay as she could be on a freaking ghost hunt), he turned and hurried back to the front of the house. With any luck, he'd be able to make it inside, get to Max, and salt-and-burn the bones before the sun came up.
Unfortunately, when it came to luck, Jack was a black cat.
He made it to the front door again, and though he wasn't sure why, he tried to open the door normally. Locked. Of course it would be locked; why did he even try? The reason escaped him. He reached into his back pocket and cursed when there weren't and bobby pins or thin pieces of wire. Of course he just happened to have run out right when he needed them most.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." the boy growled under his breath, before inspecting the door. It didn't look like it was boarded up. He knocked on the door and cursed again when the sound wasn't hollow. There was something (a very heavy something) in front of the door. Guess he wasn't kicking this sucker open. Of course.
He was contemplating climbing up onto the roof and entering through the second floor when a scream filled the air, shortly behind what sounded like shattering glass. Jack didn't need to think about it to guess who it was.
"Shit," he cursed again (not for the last time), and his eyes went wide. "Max!" he called, feeling his heart beginning to race. He wasn't sure if she would even hear him, or if she could, if she would even answer. He didn't have the time to go back to the fence; he needed to get in through the house and out to the backyard. So he swallowed and cursed again with a hard solid mental kick before heaving himself up onto the house's front porch railing, then onto the roof from there. 'She had so better be okay, or I swear I will kick God's ass myself...'
Jack didn't move away from the fence until he heard her footsteps going away from him through the crunchy grass and leaves. 'That's it; atta girl...' he thought, then when he was sure she would be okay (well, as okay as she could be on a freaking ghost hunt), he turned and hurried back to the front of the house. With any luck, he'd be able to make it inside, get to Max, and salt-and-burn the bones before the sun came up.
Unfortunately, when it came to luck, Jack was a black cat.
He made it to the front door again, and though he wasn't sure why, he tried to open the door normally. Locked. Of course it would be locked; why did he even try? The reason escaped him. He reached into his back pocket and cursed when there weren't and bobby pins or thin pieces of wire. Of course he just happened to have run out right when he needed them most.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." the boy growled under his breath, before inspecting the door. It didn't look like it was boarded up. He knocked on the door and cursed again when the sound wasn't hollow. There was something (a very heavy something) in front of the door. Guess he wasn't kicking this sucker open. Of course.
He was contemplating climbing up onto the roof and entering through the second floor when a scream filled the air, shortly behind what sounded like shattering glass. Jack didn't need to think about it to guess who it was.
"Shit," he cursed again (not for the last time), and his eyes went wide. "Max!" he called, feeling his heart beginning to race. He wasn't sure if she would even hear him, or if she could, if she would even answer. He didn't have the time to go back to the fence; he needed to get in through the house and out to the backyard. So he swallowed and cursed again with a hard solid mental kick before heaving himself up onto the house's front porch railing, then onto the roof from there. 'She had so better be okay, or I swear I will kick God's ass myself...'
spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
After her scream, after all the raining glass, had Max opened her eyes and looked up at the now shattered window. The air was silent after that, until she heard Jack call out for her. She knew she shouldn't had screamed like that, knowing how he was with her and her safety, but the glass was very frightening. "I'm alright, Jack! I just broke a window is all." She called out back to him as she began to pull herself to her feet. She was pretty sure that she was alright, but right now was not the time to worry about that. Max stood up and picked up her book, slipping it back into her side bag and fastening the metallic clasp securely. She then looked over at the window and sucked in another reassuring breath to herself and for what she was about to do. She placed her hands up on parts of the bare wood paneling where the glass had been completely removed. Even though she was being cautious, she knew that she wouldn't make it through this window without a few minimal cuts along her hands or thighs.
Max then hoisted herself up with a large exertion of strength, pushing herself up and placing a knee up on the windowsill. She gasped when she felt a sharp edge against her knee, soon cutting up against her skin. She then jumped off from the sill as he sneakers hit the wooden floor with a loud thud that reverberated throughout the house. She gasped again, yet covered her mouth while she did so, almost in some sort of protection against anyone or anything hearing her. Her heart was beating out of her chest, so loudly at that that she was sure that the entire house could hear it. It was dark in the house, darker than it had been outside, so she couldn't examine her knee for its injuries at the moment. All Max could see was dark shapes, and her imagination was beginning to get the best of her, turning them into truly malevolent beasts. One disadvantage of being an experienced photographer was that you often had a very active imagination. But, now wasn't a time for dwelling on what wasn't even there. She had to find salt, which probably meant finding the kitchen or the dining room.
"Oh boy..." Max whispered to herself as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Turning the face light down as low as she could, she faced her phone away from her as she began to slowly trudge through the current room that she was in, that in which she could assume was the living room based on size and wares inside.
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
Max then hoisted herself up with a large exertion of strength, pushing herself up and placing a knee up on the windowsill. She gasped when she felt a sharp edge against her knee, soon cutting up against her skin. She then jumped off from the sill as he sneakers hit the wooden floor with a loud thud that reverberated throughout the house. She gasped again, yet covered her mouth while she did so, almost in some sort of protection against anyone or anything hearing her. Her heart was beating out of her chest, so loudly at that that she was sure that the entire house could hear it. It was dark in the house, darker than it had been outside, so she couldn't examine her knee for its injuries at the moment. All Max could see was dark shapes, and her imagination was beginning to get the best of her, turning them into truly malevolent beasts. One disadvantage of being an experienced photographer was that you often had a very active imagination. But, now wasn't a time for dwelling on what wasn't even there. She had to find salt, which probably meant finding the kitchen or the dining room.
"Oh boy..." Max whispered to herself as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Turning the face light down as low as she could, she faced her phone away from her as she began to slowly trudge through the current room that she was in, that in which she could assume was the living room based on size and wares inside.
"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" ~ Gerard Way
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE: 2001— FOREVER
