I’ve been a bad girl and slipped back into my lurking ways.
I’ve fallen in love with The Strokes. I must have been wandering around with my head in the sand, cause I was barely aware of their existence until 3 weeks ago.
I’ve also taken a liking to the Libertines.
I blame this on
boy_touching and MTV2.
I’ve been writing on and off. Mostly strange stuff.
I’ve added Johnny Depp to my ever expanding box of obsessions.
I wrote this to amuse my RL friends, who have to put up with my rambles.
*the handcuffs and blindfold disappear as he lands on all fours on a cold stone floor.
“Christ! Not another one.” Sounds an incredulous voice from the shadows.
Dazed he takes in a torch lit chamber, filled with many beds.
“Boys, it appears we have a new arrival.” The voice drips with malicious satisfaction.
Slowly 3 men appears from the shadows and eye him warily.
“Where am I?” he asks the least threatening of the group.
The boy blinks at him from behind thick rimmed glasses.
“This is where Hydrus keeps all of her obsessions” is his cryptic answer.
Puzzled he looks to the other men for confirmation.
The pale bald man nods and extends a hand. “Lex Luthor”
The bleached blond man appears to lose interest, snorting he turns and heads back into the shadows.
“How do I get out?” he asks desperate.
The boy doubles over with laughter, composing himself he manages to gasp out, “there is no escape”.
Grabbing the boys by the shoulders he shakes him slightly. “there must be some way out!”
Another figure emerges from the shadows and in a swirl of black cloth he finds himself no longer gripping the boy.
He looks up and finds a tall thin man clothed in a floor length black robe, sneering down his rather impressive nose at him.
“There is no escape” the man growls, black eyes blazing.
“Perhaps you’ll get lucky and she’ll tire of you. That is unlikely however, we’ve all been here for over a year now” the man continues.
The boy comes back into view and wraps himself around the black robed man.
They turn to go, the man stills for a second and looks back over his shoulder. “You’ll keep your hands off Harry in the future.” He warns before disappearing from view.
Suddenly he is pounced upon by a colourful blur. “Johnny it’s you. It’s really you.”
“Orlando?” he asks confused.
“Oh Johnny it’s been terrible!” Orlando answers clinging to him. “She keeps tossing me into bed with men! First there was Viggo then Dom then Lij and even bloody Billy! Er…even you a few times…not that you’re terrible or anything…I mean…”
“Orli”
“Eh…Yeah?”
“Shut up”
Suddenly Johnny was feeling slightly better about being incarcerated.*
*meep* must sleep now.
I’ve fallen in love with The Strokes. I must have been wandering around with my head in the sand, cause I was barely aware of their existence until 3 weeks ago.
I’ve also taken a liking to the Libertines.
I blame this on
boy_touching and MTV2.I’ve been writing on and off. Mostly strange stuff.
I’ve added Johnny Depp to my ever expanding box of obsessions.
I wrote this to amuse my RL friends, who have to put up with my rambles.
*the handcuffs and blindfold disappear as he lands on all fours on a cold stone floor.
“Christ! Not another one.” Sounds an incredulous voice from the shadows.
Dazed he takes in a torch lit chamber, filled with many beds.
“Boys, it appears we have a new arrival.” The voice drips with malicious satisfaction.
Slowly 3 men appears from the shadows and eye him warily.
“Where am I?” he asks the least threatening of the group.
The boy blinks at him from behind thick rimmed glasses.
“This is where Hydrus keeps all of her obsessions” is his cryptic answer.
Puzzled he looks to the other men for confirmation.
The pale bald man nods and extends a hand. “Lex Luthor”
The bleached blond man appears to lose interest, snorting he turns and heads back into the shadows.
“How do I get out?” he asks desperate.
The boy doubles over with laughter, composing himself he manages to gasp out, “there is no escape”.
Grabbing the boys by the shoulders he shakes him slightly. “there must be some way out!”
Another figure emerges from the shadows and in a swirl of black cloth he finds himself no longer gripping the boy.
He looks up and finds a tall thin man clothed in a floor length black robe, sneering down his rather impressive nose at him.
“There is no escape” the man growls, black eyes blazing.
“Perhaps you’ll get lucky and she’ll tire of you. That is unlikely however, we’ve all been here for over a year now” the man continues.
The boy comes back into view and wraps himself around the black robed man.
They turn to go, the man stills for a second and looks back over his shoulder. “You’ll keep your hands off Harry in the future.” He warns before disappearing from view.
Suddenly he is pounced upon by a colourful blur. “Johnny it’s you. It’s really you.”
“Orlando?” he asks confused.
“Oh Johnny it’s been terrible!” Orlando answers clinging to him. “She keeps tossing me into bed with men! First there was Viggo then Dom then Lij and even bloody Billy! Er…even you a few times…not that you’re terrible or anything…I mean…”
“Orli”
“Eh…Yeah?”
“Shut up”
Suddenly Johnny was feeling slightly better about being incarcerated.*
*meep* must sleep now.