Izzy (izzy_bella) wrote in omega_rpg, @ 2008-07-03 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | izzy, kieran |
The first and second wonder of what's left of the world.
Who: Izzy and Kieran
What: Discovering Canhenge. And pot.
Where: The motel.
When: July 2nd
Kieran pushed open the door to the motel office, and stuck a giant foam hand in through it. "Follow the foammmmm...." he called in an 'eerie' voice.
Izzy glanced up from her sketchbook, staring blankly at the foam hand. Even without seeing him, she knew it was Kieran. "You are truly one of the most bizarre people I've ever met," she said in a monotone.
"The foam hand is non-corporeal," Kieran insisted, still trying to 'talk' through the hand. "It is not people. It is an instrument of the apocalypse that commands you to follow to behold the first Wonder of what's left of the world..." If there were Seven Wonders of the ancient world, Kieran figured, there should be at least seven wonders of the world-that-was-left. He'd recently created the first in his room.
"Is the non-corporeal hand going to give me a reason to care?" Izzy said, going back to her sketch.
"Well... no. But it will become all emo and cut its own fingers if you don't," Kieran said, making the foam hand droop down in 'disappointment'. "Aww, Foam Hand is sad."
"Foam hand is stupid," Izzy replied.
"Foam hand! I told you not to mess this up," Kieran said, appearing from around the corner and 'admonishing' the hand by shaking his head at it. "For shame. Now you will be banished to the great outdoors..." He tossed it out the door. "Fuck that foam hand. He was a poser."
"I guess you would know," Izzy said with a smirk.
"But seriously. You have to come and see Canhenge. I built it in honor of you," Kieran said. He leaned on the counter, and peered over to see what she was doing. "What's that?"
"Sketchpad." Izzy closed it. "You built what in honor of me?"
"Canhenge," Kieran said. "You've got to come see it."
Izzy wasn't positive she wanted to know. She was positive, however, that Kieran wasn't going to leave her alone. With a sigh she said, "Fine."
Kieran grinned, and proudly led the way to his room. He'd left the door open, and rolled out a red carpet (lord knows where he'd stolen that from) . A piece of paper taped to the door declared this to be Canhenge, the first wonder of the new world. "Are you ready?" he asked, blocking the doorway at first.
Izzy crossed her arms, looking dubiously at the door. "Somehow, I doubt it."
Kieran stepped aside, and swept his arms wide. "Ta-da!" He had stacked a wide variety of cans into stonehenge-like formation, using boxed foods as the top stones. The stacks reached nearly to the ceiling. In the center of them stood a canopener on a table that had been set up like an altar. To make room for this, the rooms furnishings had been all pushed to one side.
Izzy blinked at the creation, and responded by pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "You have too much time on your hands."
"It's because I don't have drugs," Kieran admitted. "Also, because I figure we have to keep a supply of food in case the zombies attack and we need to hole up here - or in case the other townsfolk want to fight it out for our food."
"Have you been hording all this from the grocery store?" Izzy asked, taking a drag.
"Nah," Kieran said. "I've got more class than that. I've been looting. Lots of people left town, and their houses are just full of shit wating to be taken. Canned goods, beer, porn, dvds..."
"Dude, you’ve been stealing porn?" Izzy leaned against the doorframe. "Other people have probably jizzed on that shit, you know."
"Yeah, that's somewhere between hot and disgusting - but what can you do? I didn't take anything where the pages were stuck together," Kieran said, grinning a bit. "Besides man, if I didn't jerk off on a regular basis I'd be going absolutely crazy without my shit. Seriously- I haven't smoked up in like what, a month now? And believe me, the pill selection in this town is not all that hot."
"There you go. Silver lining." Izzy exhaled a breath of smoke. "Thirty days of sobriety. They say starting's the hardest part."
"Fuck that," Kieran said. "There's got to be some pot somewhere in this damn town." He grumbled. "I just haven't found it yet- but I will. If I have to search every damn inch of this place, by God, I'll do it. This would be a lot easier if I was spiderman - my spidey-senses would tingle and lead me to pot."
"Spiderman senses danger, not weed," Izzy said. She dug into one of the many pockets of her cargo pants and pulled out a small plastic bag of said plant. "Behold, the Second Wonder of what's left of the world." She tossed it to him.
Kieran blinked, opening up the package and taking a big hearty sniff. "Oh that heavenly smell... sweet christ on a christmas cross, you rock hard." He pocketed it before she could change her mind, then gave her a big enthusiastic hug. "You are SO worthy of Canhenge!"
"Ugh," Izzy said, trying to push him off. "Detach yourself, parasite."
Kieran detached, still grinning. "Tell me there is more of this bounty!"
"There might be," she said noncommittally.
"...tell me what I have to do to get a steady supply. I'll build you another Canhenge," Kieran offered. "Climb up to the top of town hall and paint your name. Spin a web that has your name in it when I finally become spiderman."
"Easy there, Charlotte." Izzy finished up her cigarette and tossed it out the door onto the pavement. The offers, however, made her think. "There might be a few things you can help me with."
"You name it," Kieran said. "Though if one of them is sex, you might want me to change the sheets first..."
"No and ew." Izzy pulled a face at the mere suggestion. "I want to go through the back stores of the grocery store and see what kind of food they've got back there."
"Oh! Yeah, we can do that. Why, you want to build another Canhenge?" Kieran asked. "I'll share my canly bounty with you, if your food's running low - especially if you will lead me to pot."
"I don't want to horde it, I just want to.. put it out, I guess." She shrugged. "No one else is stepping up to do it. Probably haven't used their brains to realize it's even there."
Kieran frowned. Sharing wasn't in his usual strategy for survival. Yet, Izzy was sharing her pot with him, so who was he to complain. Besides... the list. "Oh, hey..check this shit out." He climbed up onto the bed and got his notebook out to show her the list. "See here - this part about taking over as king? We could be co-regents. See, if we figure out this food and survival stuff- and no one else is stepping up to do it- that means we rule!"
"Have you always been this deranged or did the radiation do some serious damage?"
"This is all me, baby." Kieran grinned. "Actually, I think the radiation may have calmed me down a bit- I used to be a lot more hyper. So what do you think? Queen Isabella of Normalville? Empress Izzy? Grand Duchess of Asskicking?"
"The last one," she said, glancing over the rest of the list before handing it back to him. "And what will you be? King of the State of Delusion?"
"I, of course, will be the Spider King," Kieran said, as if this should be obvious. "I'll have t-shirts made with my emblem on them and everything. And people will worship us because we shared the-- oh, food! That reminds me. I also know where we can get a little bit of fresh food."
"Dude, you've got to give up the spider fantasy." She raised an eyebrow at his declaration. "Where?"
"I will when I find something else to obsess over - like maybe pot again. Thanks for that, by the way. Oh... there's this lady who I've been doing some work for- she has a garden. Her yippie dog almost killed me when I was skating the other day and we worked out a deal." Kieran tucked his list away again. "Pretty sweet, huh? I've got this survival thing covered."
"Who is it?" Izzy asked. She (unfortunately) knew a lot of people in town, so it wasn't unlikely she'd met the lady before.
"Her name's Lilly," Kieran said. "Like the flower. Her dog's kind of cute, once you get over the fact that it's about the size of a happy meal."
Oh Izzy knew a Lilly with a dog fetish. She'd given her a C in history. "Lilly Elliot?" she said. "Went right for the hottie teacher there, huh champ?"
"Ugh, she's a teacher?" Kieran wrinkled his nose. "I usually avoid those on principal." He wondered if she'd been one of Adam's teachers - he couldn't recall much about his school days, mostly because he tried to block all that out. She didn't look familiar though. "She's not all that hot anyhow. Not like you, o'benevolant herb giver."
"Uh huh," Izzy replied, rolling her eyes. "That's the prospect of pot talking."
"Well, partially," Kieran admitted. "And because it's the end of the world, we might need to get it on to save the species. And you saved me from vomitous doom when I arrived. That doesn't hurt either. But other than that, it's all you."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," Izzy replied flatly. "And you ought to start scoping out other people to repopulate with if that's your goal. I'm sure there's still a couple sluts from high school in town."
"Nah, I'm probably a bad choice for repopulation - between all the drugs and the voices in my head," Kieran said. "Unless of course I become spiderman - in which case, I'll want to pass on my mutated genetics to as many people as possible."
Izzy shook her head, slightly amused. "Well, as interesting as this little trip was, I'm going back to the office."
"Okay- when you want me to help you with that grocery store thing?" Kieran asked, leaning up against the wall.
"Tomorrow I guess? Or will you be tending garden then?"
"Tomorrow's good," Kieran said. "Don't worry- you can count on me. Anything you need help with doing- you just come get me, okay? I'm on it."
"Yeah, all right, Spidey," Izzy said, heading out of the room. "See you."
Kieran waved, and called after her. "Oh- do you mind if I expand my territory into the next room? 'Cause Canhenge is sort of taking over in here..."
"You can until someone needs it," Izzy said with a shrug. "But be prepared to get kicked out."
"Rock on," Kieran said. "Can I fight them over it? Like a rock-paper-scissors type affair?"
"No."
"Damn. Okay then - I'll seize temporary possession."
"Stop by the office for the key," she said, lifting her hand in a motionless wave.
"Will do," he said, and turned to head back in to Canhenge to spend some private time with the pot before doing anything else at all.