I’m back!
ravensand-wr1tingd3sks:
I don’t suppose anybody missed me?
Oh, look. It’s the lunatic with the hat kink. Welcome.
People…
g-h0stt:
Nobody else has volunteered yet. -shrugs a little, grinning; but the expression quickly fades-
…oh.
So…what are you going to do then? Where do you even live now?
*nods, crossing her arms over her chest*
I don’t know. I’m just kinda living from day to day at the moment. I live with a girl named Beth now. She’s just about the only friend I have left now…*frowns* Why the hell do I keep telling you this stuff?
People…
g-h0stt:
Somebody has to be.
You’re leaving Burtonville? What about Oogie? I mean. Don’t you…I don’t know, doesn’t he sort of—?
…
What’s going to happen? I’m sure he doesn’t really take leaving lightly.
Yeah, but why does it have to be you?
*frowns, suddenly defensive* I don’t think…I mean,… I don’t think I’m in his little club anymore. We’ve had some…minor issues. Not that you need to know.
*laughs and rolls her eyes* I know. Trust me, I know he doesn’t.
[the sound of silence | open]
sympathy-f0r-martyrs:
The sound of his own nickname sent a shock through him—an odd wave of some sort of emotion he couldn’t quite place jolted along his spine at the word. Although he hadn’t noticed her before she’d spoken, for some strange reason, he wasn’t surprised by the fact that she was there. It was as if he was expecting her.
Or they were meant to find each other.
For several impossibly long seconds, he didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her existence. He simply watched the grey skies and the stormy ocean below. Took a drag from his cigarette.
Fate was a cruel fucker. Oliver let slip a small smile as he realized. There was always a loose end. There would always be somebody from his past, something left to do. He would always be the little boy, running.
Finally, he turned to face her. The smile broadened as he looked her over quietly and slipped the cigarette from his lips. “You’re walking again,” he stated simply. As if every aspect of the conversation was normal. Pleasant. “I’m glad to see it, Sandra.”
Sandy shifted her weight from one foot to another, not quite sure what to think or what to feel. She had trouble with that these days. She should be afraid and she was, a little bit. Not nearly as much as she should be. Instead, another emotion came over her. Something along the lines of…Pity? Loyalty? The past weeks had softened her, she thought bitterly.
Sandy looked at him as he spoke, her mouth almost entirely open before she recovered herself. She nodded once, staring at him like he was entire new being from another planet.
“Took me some while.” She finally said, still looking at Oogie apprehensively. “I first had to focus on the not dying part.” The last part of the sentence sounded sarcastic, and she was glad that she had found at least that part of her back.
Sandy sighed and wrapped her arms over her chest. “You don’t happen to know where Barrel and Lock are, do you?” Her tone was hopeful, despite her fully knowing that if Oliver knew, they’d probably be dead. No second chances.But they had been her brothers…and they left you, Sandy.
And she couldn’t trust anyone. Especially the person she was talking too. And yet, here she was.
You’re a fool, Sandra Harrison.
People…
g-h0stt:
Yeah, he is. He just had to take some time to himself; I don’t blame him for that.
Anyway—you’ve met some shitty people. Fine. But you move on; you get over it. They aren’t walking all over you if you find a way to get on with your life.
-shrugs- Besides. Not everyone in this town will just leave.
You don’t? That’s so you. Always the loyal friend to everyone.
*blinks, staring at him* That actually makes sense… Oh, I moved on. And I learned about people and how stupid I was.
Why don’t you tell me that again in a few months, then we’ll see how much of this town has stayed. I’m not even sure if I’m staying myself but I can’t leave Beth.
People…
9-h0st:
sandy-harrison:
They all leave.
Maybe you just need to make better friends.
For what? So, they can walk all over you? Psh. You should know better. Jack’s gone too, isn’t he?
[the sound of silence | open]
sympathy-f0r-martyrs:
It was there again, festering in the pit of his stomach like a sickness. That feeling he couldn’t shake; the feeling he thought he could outrun.
When he’d arrived to find an empty house, the Oogie Boogie Man’s collected demeanor shattered. Her belongings were gone, the room was neatly ordered.Sally was missing, Jack was missing. The calm, rational part of his brain concluded that these facts were separate; they had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
But his control eroded with the plausible explanation.
Jack and Sally had finally run off together, Barrel and Lock were gone. Everyone had fucking left him. As he suspected they would.
Oliver stood near the edge of the bluff, taking an occasional drag from his dwindling cigarette. Dark eyes moved across the horizon as he took in the details of the setting sun and the great expanse of ocean.
Funny how things always ended where they began.
He was a boy again, dragging his broken universe. He had allowed himself to make a foolish mistake. He’d let himself believe that it might be different this time. With her.
Silly dreamer; in the end, one of them would always leave.
And now, Oliver would have to recollect himself. Start again. With Jack Skellington gone, the town was his. He would have to constantly remind himself of his purpose, move toward it without fucking distraction this time. It would all be his; he’d have this pathetic little people in the palm of his hand. A grin flickered across his lips at the thought.
He exhaled and a cloud of light grey smoke rolled from his lips and billowed into the frozen atmosphere.
She stared at the sky, the grey clouds slowly gathering above her head, strangely copying the way she felt like now. Her thoughts were a gaze, a thick mist which she couldn’t decipher. In truth, Shock didn’t know how to react right now. With people missing or leaving, days had gone by without her noticing or caring. Even the ones she thought she’d never miss, she missed.
Fate had pulled her a cruel trick. First shattering her shield by throwing these people at her, and then taking them away. She’d managed to recover the bits of both her shield and her life. Beth was one of the few exceptions who would still be able to go through, but then again, it seemed that she herself had put up a shield of anger and revenge about her.
She missed her friend. She missed her friends. (Were they ever friends?)A feeling of loss came over her, stronger than ever.
Sandy started walking, her feet taking her to unknown destinations. She’d always been a wanderer and running was one of the few things she was good at. She didn’t even notice the bluff when she reached it. The only thing she felt was the soft caress of wind on her cheeks and the scent of the sea.
Shock walked towards the end, a bit surprised by the height of the cliffs. She felt tiny compared to them. Tiny and weak.
Something, a feeling, made her lift her eyes and look around. She wasn’t alone, which was an unsettling fact. She’d been avoiding most people for some time now.
Her eyes fell on a shape and after a few minutes, she recognized him. Images of the last time they’d met flashed before her eyes, and she took a few shaky breaths, trying to calm her already fragile nerves. Shock opened her mouth, but was at a loss for words now, a rare thing.
“Oogie…”
I'm Burtonville's very own witch. Nightmare Street is our territory, enter at own risk. I've warned you, so I'm not responsible for all the "accidents" that might cross your path. It's a hard world we live in doll, and we all have to stay alive one way or another. I'm usually seen with my two cohorts, my little idiots. Without me, they would've been long dead or in jail. I work for Oogie, the "big guy". You don't wanna mess with him, darling. Nor with me, I'm a kitty with claws.
