RP Thread - Nny and Squee
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Even with his current worries, flying made Nny smile. Nothing pressed at him, when he was flying. No intrusive throngs of human flotsam, no stupid, squalid bleating that usually passed for conversation, no disappointments, no...
But it could be nice, flying with someone else. If it was someone whose company wasn't inherently abhorrent. And there actually were a few people here who fit that stringent description.
Oddly enough, most of them were in Gryffindor.
Well, it was a destination. Even if the approach did make him wince a little. What had happened to that heart, anyway? He must have dropped it at some point. Probably in the lake. He wondered idly if Cthulhu would take points if he noticed it.
Someone to fly with. Catching sight of a small figure seated at a desk in one of the Gryffindor dorms, his smile widened. There was someone he hadn't gone flying with. Come to think of it, Nny couldn't remember having seen him on a broom at all. Perfect! He flew up to the window, jiggled it a little, then pushed it open and leaned casually on the windowsill.
"Come on, Squee! I'm going to take you flying." He grinned. "Call it a reward for your Charms grade."
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Date: 2006-02-02 01:28 pm (UTC)The crayon snapped, and Todd's eyes went huge.
"SQUEE!!"
*Come on, what made you think he wouldn't come up here eventually?* Shmee pointed out from his spot on the edge of the table, *It's not like he had any qualms about window-visits back home.*
Todd took a deep breath and cautiously walked over to the window, clutching Shmee in a deathgrip and trying to nonchalantly make sure that Johnny wasn't carrying any organs with him this time around.
"...Flying?" he finally squeaked, once he'd found his voice properly. "But... um... I don't have a broomstick..."
Todd had always liked the idea of being able to fly. In fact, a lot of his dreams had started out as happy flying dreams. The problem was that these dreams always turned into nightmares where he started flying out of control, going so quickly that his skin started to peel off of his face from the speed, and then he'd hit mach 1 and EXPLODE, and then - well, that was usually when he woke up and went downstairs to get a glass of milk.
*This is a bad idea, Squee. This is a really bad idea!*
(OOC: Was the title for this a Wicked reference? If so... Yeee!!)
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Date: 2006-02-02 03:09 pm (UTC)(*g* Yep! I figured someone was bound to use it eventually)
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Date: 2006-02-02 04:27 pm (UTC)"Umm..." he gulped and tightened his grip on Shmee again. "... One sec." Todd walked back to his desk and put down Shmee, then gently pulled apart some of the loose stitches in Shmee's head and took out a wad of fluff.
*Squee? You're not seriously doing this, are you? I'm not kidding, this is a really bad idea. On a one-to-ten scale, this is like an eleven. No, a thirteen!*
"It's ok, Shmee," Todd whispered back. "I'm gonna take some of your stuffing with me in my pocket so we can still talk while I'm hanging on for dear life." He paused, then added (without much conviction) "And he said he'd make sure I didn't fall off."
Besides, politely refusing probably wouldn't do him any good. And flying did look kind of neat. From what he'd seen, the Crazy Neighbor Man seemed to be pretty good at it.
"Umm..." Todd turned back to the window and put the stuffing in his pocket, unsure of whether he should climb up onto the windowsill or not, especially with Johnny still leaning on it.
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Date: 2006-02-02 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 08:23 pm (UTC)"...Eep." He glanced up at Johnny and raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'now what?'
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Date: 2006-02-02 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 10:55 pm (UTC)Todd clung to the broomstick like his life depended on it (which, if Shmee was right, was more or less the case). He would've screamed if he'd been able to get enough of his wits together, but at the moment, all he could manage was a drawn-out, feeble "Squee!"
*See? Any minute now he's gonna do a barrel roll or something and dump you in the lake. Then you'll be Cthulu-jerky.*
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Date: 2006-02-02 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 11:32 pm (UTC)Todd's eyes widened to the point where they looked as though they would pop out of his head at any moment. Shmee!! You were right, we're gonna die, we're gonna be Cthulu-jerky, what do I do?!
*Don't ask me,* Shmee replied, sounding uncharacteristically huffy. *You're the genius who got on the broom with this lunatic. I'm just along for the ride.*
By this point, Todd was gripping the broom so tightly that his hands had gone totally numb. He warily glanced up at Johnny, and felt his hair stand on end when he saw the weirdly normal expression on his face. It only made the situation that much more surreal and terrifying.
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Date: 2006-02-02 11:38 pm (UTC)He jerked the broomhandle up, launching them into one of his beloved, dizzying, near-vertical upswings.
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Date: 2006-02-02 11:56 pm (UTC)"AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
*So, next time the poster boy for mental disturbance comes knocking at your window, you're gonna listen to me, right?*
(OOC: Laughing so hard right now xD)
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Date: 2006-02-03 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-03 12:27 am (UTC)Eventually, he managed to croak out something that sounded a bit like 'Cthulu-jerky...!'
(OOC: New icon for the occasion! If it works, anyway.)
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Date: 2006-02-08 03:15 am (UTC)Todd ignored Shmee, sat back (inasmuch as that was physically possible on a broomstick) and stared down at the water, his thoughts buzzing around his head a mile a minute.
" he mumbled.
Shmee had once told him that Squeegee was another word for a window-wiper. He'd really have to look that up or ask about it sometime...
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:22 am (UTC)Instead of mentioning anything to that effect, he looked up from the water and stared at Johnny as he started half-singing. It wasn't a horrified stare, though - this one was slightly puzzled and surprised, even moreso once the lyrics sunk in.
((*looks at how this string of replies is disconnected from the main one and facepalms* D'oh! Also, so much love for that song right now!))
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:31 am (UTC)((No worries! And such an awesome song. Voltaire = Love. Poor little Todd needs a lullabye ;) ))
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Date: 2006-02-08 06:45 pm (UTC)This was... weird. Johnny sounded almost as if he were speaking from personal experience. And he wasn't being scary or crazy or anything, either. *For the moment, anyway.* He almost sounded... well, nice, for lack of a better word.
((Totally not sneaking online during school ;P Hoo-hah! Definitely gonna have to look up this Voltaire guy, never heard of him before last night, and he's got a beautiful voice. That song is way too perfect :D))
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Date: 2006-02-08 06:56 pm (UTC)((He's got a few songs up on his MySpace page, and I think I have at least one song that isn't... he's stylin' all right!))
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:51 pm (UTC)"A-are we learning those?!" he cried in disbelief.
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 08:16 pm (UTC)*See? What'd I tell ya?*
Todd tried to scooch further away, forgot that there wasn't anywhere else to scooch to, and almost fell off the broom. He grabbed hold of the handle again, gasping for breath, and made a mental note to stay away from the school library, especially if Johnny was anywhere near it. He really hadn't liked the quotation marks around 'Defence Against', either.
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