"Actually..." Now he had to decide whether he wanted a little kid pranking him for the rest of his life or the same little kid clinging to him happily and thanking him over and over. "Yeah, he is, to be honest. Don't tell him I said that, though." The Plant decided that it liked Cura's blood. It didn't know what it was that made it taste so good, but it liked it. It bit down harder when she tried to pull away. It wasn't done yet. Its grip on her waist tightened as it marched towards the office and Twoey. It was feeling stronger now. But it thought that it was due to the fact that it was feeding, not because of her blood.
"In an ancient Swahili dialect, which is where we took it from, it means 'men sitting around in crumpled suits and sometimes talking.' " --Danny Elfman, on the name "Oingo Boingo"
Tim frowned. "Fine. Okay then, Barrel, why didn't you do what Jack told you when he tried to take over Christmas? About leaving Oogie out of it?" Cura let herself go limp in defeat. She was loosing more and more blood, and that wasn't good. In the space of a few minutes, she weakened to the point that she couldn't have struggled if she wanted to. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was limp as a ragdoll(normal one). Her wings buzzed slowly, weakly.
"`Cause Jack's a stupid bonehead who doesn't know what he's talkin' about," Barrel almost immediately replied. "And Mr. Oogie's cool. He promises us cool stuff if we work for him. And 'sides, everyone knew Jack was gonna screw up. So we had to make sure ol' Sandy was in the most comfortablest place in town, like he said." The Plant pushed its way into the office and walked inside, soon reaching Twoey. It reluctantly pulled Cura's arm out of its mouth and set her down in front of the larger plant. It decided that it was full now. Besides, it didn't want to hurt after drinking too much like earlier.
"In an ancient Swahili dialect, which is where we took it from, it means 'men sitting around in crumpled suits and sometimes talking.' " --Danny Elfman, on the name "Oingo Boingo"
Cura's head lolled slightly as she was sat down. She was concious, but just barely. She'd lost alot of blood, so her body was trying to shut down so it could heal her. It was just a natural reaction. Her wings draped limply over her like a sort of thin cover. She looked very much like either a captured fairy or pixy. Twoey considered for a moment, then decided to keep her captive in case other humans didn't come along. It was smart, and could just TELL that she had healing powers, and that meant her body healed itself, which basically meant a never-ending suply of blood for it. So it grabbed her with numerous vines, making an almost cuccoon-like casing around the girl. "You're just saying that so he won't torture you," Tim pointed out. Brianna looked around suddenly. Huh? Edward was gone! See, the Vampire had realized that he was supposed to meet Bella at her house in about ten minutes, and he was never late. So he had had to leave. She snuck over to the opening of the tunnel and peered in. She wondered what was at the other end... Despite her recent demise, she was still very curious.
"No I'm not! Mr. Oogie's not here. If I was sayin' it just to please him, then it's not workin'. 'Cause he's not here. And ol' Jack IS a moron bonehead guy!" Barrel told Tim, arms crossed. The little ghoul stuck his tongue out. Yes, he actually still believed the lies Oogie had told the kids. The Plant looked up at Twoey proudly, as if it had discovered a way to stay immortal or something awesome like that.
"In an ancient Swahili dialect, which is where we took it from, it means 'men sitting around in crumpled suits and sometimes talking.' " --Danny Elfman, on the name "Oingo Boingo"
Tim raised an eyebrow. "You DO know that Oogie's also a liar, right?" he said in a rather hesitant voice. DIDN'T the trick or treaters know? Brianna looked around real quick, then crept into the tunnel. She wanted to go by herself for now. She wondered what exactly WAS at the end of it. Twoey appeared to roll its eyes. "Stop starin' at me, it's creepin' me out," it muttered uncomfortably. It wasn't really used to something...smiling at it.
"Nuh-uh! He's not! Mr. Oogie's not a liar! Jack is!" Barrel argued. "Sandy didn't have claws or a rain coat! His holiday wasn't cool! And Mr. Oogie doesn't lie to us, ever. He's nice to us. He lets us stay up as late as we want, lets us eat what we want, an' he lets us do what we want. Most of the time, anyways." The Plant nodded and obediently turned away, wiping the smile off of its face as it did so.
"In an ancient Swahili dialect, which is where we took it from, it means 'men sitting around in crumpled suits and sometimes talking.' " --Danny Elfman, on the name "Oingo Boingo"
spoonerdoodle: me neither
Apr 4, 2015 21:03:38 GMT -8
Lock_the_admin: wow is anyone still here
Jan 16, 2016 18:24:22 GMT -8
Jack's Girl: I'm here.
Oct 31, 2016 20:18:42 GMT -8
FF love: I loved reading this
Nov 5, 2018 7:21:05 GMT -8
Shock: I came back on a whim after my friends' D&D night after thinking about all the good RP times and I just want you all to know, if you ever come back here like I did, that I never forgot you and you were all amazing.
Mar 10, 2021 1:58:10 GMT -8
Lock: Hey all!!! I remember all the good times and just wanted everyone to know that I think of everyone occasionally. Let's catch up sometime!!
Apr 14, 2022 0:41:19 GMT -8