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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 18:40:42 GMT -5
Phoebe scoffs at the offer of protection, "I don't need you to protect me. You're a wimp compared to me!" Well, she's definitely not talking physically. But even when she apprehended him she'd never felt the least bit threatened herself. Worried about Agent Stevens and the other agents, of course, but not herself. If Scarface wants this girl to be scared of him, he's got a lot of work to do yet.
She frowns slightly at the next part, though there's another thoughtful pause as she consults her guardian once again. This causes the frown to deepen. "Just because I'm young doesn't mean that I'm stupid," she informs him, "Agent Stevens says that it's your fault you're not taking your medicine." She pauses, tilts her head slightly and comments, "Did you know I can tell when people are lying?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 22:03:27 GMT -5
Upon hearing the little girl use 'wimp' as an adjective to describe Arnold Wesker made the target of the comment flinch. He would attribute her rudeness and abrasive comment to her age. Why he was a respected villain of Gotham City. A deranged lunatic with a gimmick, a motto, and guns.
"Our fault that We're not taking the medications! Heee what a joke. Zyprexa, Haldol, Ativan, Risperdal! Hah. Nothing more then toxic chemicals meant to suppress Our minds..."
Along with his mouth, the eyes of the Ventriloquist began to narrow into a creepy smile of their own. He responded to her last statement/question.
"Oh. We have no doubt that you can tell if someone is lying or not. You are quiet a unique little girl aren't you? Even though you can decipher our lies and motivations, the fact of the matter still remains. We will not cooperate with the FBI nor make life easy for their agents while in detention unless given the proper motivation. Heee."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 23:36:59 GMT -5
Actually, being a wimp when compared to Phoebe would simply put Arnold Wesker in the same place as the vast majority of humanity - or at least in her eyes. Then again, her assessment of herself isn't inaccurate. Nobody's quite sure just how powerful she is, but she has a better grasp on it than anyone outside of her trainers or Agent Stevens. Sure she has a few weaknesses and blind-spots, but she figures that if she can't protect herself from something then pretty much nobody can. And it certainly wouldn't be the disgusting, creepy guy she's talking to right now.
"But that's not how it works here," she says simply, "First you have to behave yourself, then they'll be nice. Not the other way. Unless you like being locked up here all alone with that straitjacket on instead of where you were before." While she's sure that was no picnic either, she's sure that it's a lot better than being in solitary.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2011 18:11:15 GMT -5
Unbelievable. If it were physically possible, Arnold Wesker would have given himself not one, not two, but three face palms in a row. Looking over at the little girl, and that is what she is in the eyes of the Ventriloquist of course, the villain began to see someone they were despising. She was quickly rising up on their hate list. At the top of that list was a Miss Pamela Isley. It would be awhile before anyone triumphed her at the top of the dislike rankings, and that is another story for another day.
Scarface: Is sh’ tryin’ to do dis on purpose?
Ventriloquist: Yes. I t—think so.
Scarface: Figwures.
Ventriloquist: What do you t---think we should do?
Scarface: Hurt her. G’ut dat’s a little tough right now. Let me ‘think. Watever you do, just don’ take da meds.
Ventriloquist: Oh. I know. I know. If I take the medications then you won’t be able to talk to me.
Scarface: Heh. Silly Arnold. Scarface will al-w-ays be arwround. Always. It’ll just be a little tougher for meh to talk to ye.
Snapping out of the mental conversation with Scarface and focused back on Phoebe. What would you do if you were a sociopathic lunatic with multiple personalities deeply rooted in your psyche and you were faced off against someone half your size and barely a quarter of your age? Rather than continue the “Uh-Huh and Nu-Uh” Battle with an eight year old girl, he decided to act.
The Ventriloquist struggled to get to a standing position. Without the ability to use his arms, he had to use only his legs. At first he only used his legs to try and stand up, but that resulted in him stumbling back to the ground face first just as he was halfway getting up. The second time he tried to stand, he used his chin – straining, sweating, and grunting as he tucked his cheek on the top of the bed and finally was able to push off his face to get to on his feet.
“Finally. Hee.”
Even though he was only 5’6, at a full standing position his figure still loomed over the little girl. The bushy hair which sprouted from his sides was wild and unkempt like a mad scientist. Once again parts of his face scabbed dried skin flakes. The chiming once again resumed this time for beckoning for the little girl alone.
“What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, And everything nice, That's what little girls are made of”
Rancid yellow teeth were stained inside the mouth and the breath of the Ventriloquist resembled that of hot bile rotting inside of a car on a hot sunny day.
“:Why don’t we find out Hmmm? Heee.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2011 18:53:57 GMT -5
The look on Phoebe's face as she listens to the man's inner conversation and struggles to his feet can only be called incredulous. Exactly how many times does she have to beat this guy before he figures out that she's much too strong for that? Apparently, at least once more.
She simply places one of her standard invisible walls about a foot in front of her, not moving an inch as she says, "You can't hurt me - you can't even touch me." This is getting boring, and it was already highly irritating. Which is why she doesn't bother to make it give at all this time. It's easier to simply make it as solid as a steel wall.
Fortunately, that's solid enough for it to be airtight - not that the odor on her side of her wall is all that pleasant, but at least he's on the other side of it right now. He's likely curing her from ever complaining about attending to personal hygiene for the rest of her life - gross.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2011 19:49:27 GMT -5
No doubt about it. This is the girl from before. This was the weapon from the outskirts of the city.
The barrier prevented the Ventriloquist from getting close to the girl. Prevented It from getting into melee range. The ancient Greeks deemed intelligence -- not as knowing all of the answers. But learning from mistakes and not getting the same question wrong twice.
The Ventriloquist wiped the saliva from It's mouth. Then turned back to the sleeping cot in the center of the room and sat at the edge of the bed. It went back to rocking Its upper body back and forth, all the while singing a new song.
"On top of spaghetti, All covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball When somebody sneezed."
The Ventriloquist was reminded of the outskirts of town. It decided to ignore or avoid the little girl depending on your situation. Pretended like she wasn't even there.
"It rolled off the table And onto the floor, And then my poor meatball Rolled right out the door!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2011 22:51:15 GMT -5
While the Ventriloquist may be remembering their last encounter, his song is reminding her of something else. She's not the only powerful child in the hands of the government, and she's met many of the others. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to remember one of the things she learned from them.
"On top of old smokey, all covered with blood, I shot my true lover with a 44 slug.
I went to his funeral, I went to his grave. When people threw flowers I threw a grenade."
It's amazing what happens when a bunch of kids get together and decide to rebel against authority in the mildest possible way by teaching each other disgusting lyrics to supposedly benign songs. Even Agent Stevens doesn't know that she knows this one. Well, unless they're listening to this - then her guardian is finding this out now.
"I opened his coffin. He wasn't quite dead. So with a bazooka I blew off his head.
His face was all bloody And covered with flies. And there were two sockets Where I plucked out his eyes."
She stops there, frowning. She could have sworn that she knew more verses.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2011 16:27:49 GMT -5
The thought of a little girl using those lyrics to sing what was supposed to be a simple nursery rhyme was a bit disturbing or would be disturbing to a normal person.
The Ventriloquist however was not your normal individual, nor could he be considered crazy. The little girl continued where he had left off with a darker version and theme of On top of Spahghetti. Her rendition kept playing in his mind over and over again.
Sitting on the bed, the Ventriloquist did not realize how fatigued he was. Tired. Exhausted. Beat. The song played over and over again in his head until he fell asleep.
The Ventriloquist laid down to rest, with straight jacket intact. Avoiding a physical confrontation with Force, keeping their mind from being a main course.
"ZzzzzzzzzZzzz" The Ventriloquist snored.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2011 17:33:23 GMT -5
Phoebe sighs to herself as her musings about the rest of the verses are interrupted by the man laying down an promptly falling asleep. Huh, figures that a man like that would find such a song relaxing enough to fall asleep to. She quietly knocks on the door to be let out, and is actually mildly relieved when she can step out into a less confined space that she doesn't have to share with someone so disgusting.
"He fell asleep," Phoebe gripes to Agent Stevens once she's out.
Agent Stevens frowns at that news as she starts leading the girl back down the hallway, "I suppose that's a slight improvement, actually. May wake up in a better state of mind. Do you want to try again when he wakes up?"
Phoebe sighs a little, "I don't know, his mind keeps not making sense."
Pursing her lips, Agent Stevens says, "Well, I know that allowing him to have another doll is out of the question."
"But Scarface came back to his mind while we were talking without the doll," Phoebe explains, "Though he told the real guy not to take medicine because it would make him go away."
"He did?" Agent Stevens replies, surprised, "Hmm, we might try sedating him and giving him medication through an IV. We can do that with the right approval."
"He also said that Scarface is the one who can answer the questions," Phoebe adds, knowing that might be important.
Agent Stevens frowns, "These DID people... Well, we'll add what you've learned to his file and let the shrinks figure out what to do with him. But you know that you're probably one of the better ways to get answers from him if you can do it."
Phoebe sighs again and says, "Yeah, I know - I'll think about it." On the plus side, talking to this guy did make her feel better about this cause she's a part of. He's definitely someone who should not be allowed anywhere but jail.
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