Indiana Jones (i_hatesnakes) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-07-10 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | indiana jones, zz:status complete |
Maybe he WAS Mickey Mouse (narrative)
Indiana Jones was soaked to the skin. So was Elsa. But this had to work, and it had to be done, because Henry Jones was inside this castle.
When the heavy door swung open and the butler greeted them, Indy started to talk, the thick, phoney Scottish accent comical coming out of his mouth, the stupid beret sitting askew on top of his head instead of his fedora.
".... and his lovely assistant," Indy said, grabbing Elsa by the arm, "are here to view the tapestries."
Tapestries?
"This is a castle, isn't it? And you do have tapestries?"
"Yes, this is a castle. And we have many tapestries. But if you are a Scottish lord, then I am Mickey Mouse!"
Indy widened his eyes in feigned shock, turning his head to this blond sidekick. "How dare he!" he said, accent still in place, before reaching back and punching the butler in the face, laying him out flat on his back.
Focused, now, and knowing he could find his father, that he was close and everything would fall into place-- the Grail would be kept away from the Nazis, if the Jones boys had anything to say about it-- Indy ducked through a doorway, Elsa behind him, her high heels clicking on the floor.
But the other side of the doorway was not a castle hallway. It was... wrong.
This looked just like his office. At Barnett. And he was still soaked. Indy turned, puzzled, and the castle anteroom was gone entirely. So was Elsa. Elsa who was wearing his hat. As he opened his mouth to curse that fact, the fedora rolled on its brim through the open office door, stopping at his boots and settling like it knew it was home.
Indiana Jones bent to pick it up, and he threw the beret in the trash can next to his desk with a wet plop.
"Just what I needed," he said.