batterwitch-boy
Son of a Batterwitch!
Your name is JOHN EGB- ahem, you mean CROCKER. Yes, that's what you meant to say. Slip of the tongue there, you suppose. You are the SON of the BATTERWITCH, and despite her name, she's actually PRETTY NICE to you. Of course, you're ADOPTED. You look NOTHING like her. YOUR SISTER, JADE, had taken off awhile ago. You MISS HER. Sometimes you wish that you'd taken off with her instead of stuck around this place. Oh well. What's done is done.
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ATTENTION!
I'm sorry to say this, but, this blog is now PERMANENTLY inactive. It will be left here for people to go through for memories, but I will not be using this blog ever again. I've had some great times with all of you. You can find my personal here: (x)
So long, everyone!
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EB: oh...ehehehe :B
what am i even doingnfjdfkbgnhfjdkbhg
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tried out my new brushes ^___^
HAVE A SWEET LITTLE CROCKER.
i like this one :3
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OOC: Sorry I haven't been on, but who wants to bug John right about now?
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His hand feels nice and warm against your forehead. It's soothing and you sigh a bit. "Keep your hand there, it feels nice." You mumble.
“Are you cold?” You shrug out of your jacket, draping it over his shoulders. “It’s pretty damn hot in here, John…” You’re worried that his body temperature could be messed up.
“Yeah…” You say shakily. “No, no, it’s cold.” You say determinedly. It is cold, isn’t it? You’re shivering after all, and it feels cold to you.
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"Never seen a movie?" Okay, consider you shocked. "Damn John. What have you done all this time?" You enter the gates, the happy music getting louder. You haven't let go of John's hand the entire time.
"Worked and taken care of things and nearly died multiple times." You answer. "I never really had the privilege of having fun, so I've never seen a movie or anything." You squeeze Dave's hand a bit as you walk past the gates. It's like a little town or something. The lights are up and there's an assortment of shops.
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"Are you cold?" You shrug out of your jacket, draping it over his shoulders. "It's pretty damn hot in here, John..." You're worried that his body temperature could be messed up.
"Yeah..." You say shakily. "No, no, it's cold." You say determinedly. It is cold, isn't it? You're shivering after all, and it feels cold to you.
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You're a little surprised that he took you seriously, but you shrug internally. Whatever makes him feel better. You pull him along by the hand, whistling the tune to 'It's A Small World' quietly. The kid looks scared to death, so you pull him forward and turn your head towards him as you walk. "Hey John. Seen any Disney movies?"
"No...?" You say. "I haven't ever really seen a movie, but I sort of know what those are." You smile as you walk with him into the park. The sun's just setting, and it's actually...really nice. The park is all lit up, too. There's some weird metal contraptions that people get on, and you suppose that they're for fun? That's what Dave meant by amusement park. Right.
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"You're warm." You say. It feels nice when strokes your hair, and you try to hum a bit before you end up going into a slight coughing fit. You cover your mouth up as best you can, and groan when it's over, your body feeling more exhausted than it already was.
“John.” You smile at him slightly, taking the empty carton from him. “How ya feelin, tough guy?”
“Not all that good.” You answer. “I feel downright awful.” You lean your head on his knee, since it’s close enough for you to do that. There’s nothing sexual in the action, you just want to be close to him.
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"You've never HEARD of fucking Disneyland?" Your jaw went slack, almost dropping open. "John. John. How." You shake your head in disappointment, stepping forward and taking the comb from him before brushing it through a couple times, then shrugging your jacket back on and sticking the comb in a pocket. "As for being near people... You can hold my hand if you want." You smirk and wink at him.
"No..." You say quietly. You've never seen Dave so surprised. "Um...I was kind of holed away in a couple of remote places my whole life, so, Disneyland's one of the things I've never heard of." You answer. When Dave offers you his hand, verbally, you assume that he's being serious and actually take his hand. "I-Is this okay?" You're terrified. More than you let on. But, you think that you'll get through this well enough with Dave here.
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"John." You smile at him slightly, taking the empty carton from him. "How ya feelin, tough guy?"
"Not all that good." You answer. "I feel downright awful." You lean your head on his knee, since it's close enough for you to do that. There's nothing sexual in the action, you just want to be close to him.
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You take the juice carton and drink the juice. It's tart and citrus-y and it makes your mouth taste all weird, but you manage to get it down. "Dave." You say quietly. You want him to stay by your side and just comfort you, and it's the strangest thing to want, but...you can't help but what that. Are you thinking straight? You're not sure. You're so confused and ill, and the sickness just makes it worse to sort things out.
You finally find him, and drop the bags with a thunk, grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the bed. “OJ or AJ? Or should I ask, wanna get better or have your thirst quenched?”
“I’d rather get better for the time being.” You mumble, turning to face him. Your forehead was glossed with a sheen of sweat and your throat was hoarse as you spoke. You reach out and grab Dave’s forearm, just trying to comfort yourself with the thought that he’s actually here.
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The faint sound of happy music can be heard as you shrug out of your jacket, draping it over the handlebars and grabbing a comb from the pocket. You turn around, handing the cherry red comb to John with a wink. "You look like you just saw Michael J. Fox transform into a werewolf or some shit. How about a smile, you're at Disneyland for fuck's sake. Happiest place on earth. Besides maybe the bedroom of a Strider."
You blush even more and glance away, combing your hair meticulously. "I've never really heard of Disneyland..." You say quietly. "And...um. What are we supposed to do? I don't really know how to be around people..." You're so awkward that it's actually worthy of crying over.
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You finally find him, and drop the bags with a thunk, grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the bed. "OJ or AJ? Or should I ask, wanna get better or have your thirst quenched?"
"I'd rather get better for the time being." You mumble, turning to face him. Your forehead was glossed with a sheen of sweat and your throat was hoarse as you spoke. You reach out and grab Dave's forearm, just trying to comfort yourself with the thought that he's actually here.
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