WHO: Lock & Shock WHEN: The first night after they're brought in, before their introduction notes were even posted up. WHAT: Reunion. WHERE: Shock's room. WARNINGS: Some language, incest and violent themes.
They were here. He knew they were, because he could sense it. Just the way he knew when they had taken Barrel away. It was a strange sort of sixth sense, or something like that. But either way, he had to get to them. He just had to tell Barrel and Shock about how he had finally gotten himself here. Just thinking about it was enough to give him that familiar euphoric rush, and a maddening grin slowly curled the thin tiers of his lips, appearing there like a knife-slice in the angular planes of his face. They had taken away his mask and costume, confiscated it for the time being... he could only assume they had taken it to be cleaned of all the blood that had been splattered into the red fabric, the crimson liquid too dark a shade for it to have effectively blended in. At first it had made him mad, that these stupid people were messing with his stuff, but he had managed to steal a black lighter off one of the orderlies, which put him in somewhat lighter spirits.
Stalking the hallways of the second floor now, he was dressed in a simple black fitted teeshirt and a pair of matching sweatpants that hung low on the pointed slants of is hips. His hair was styled in its typical fashion, the thick curls swept into makeshift horns, and his long fingers continuously flicked the flint of the lighter as he walked. Stalking past the Rec Room, he was tempted to go inside and set the couch on fire, but refrained. He had somewhere to be! The first door he tried was locked. Which was just as well, because upon closer inspection it wasn't the one he was looking for anyway. What had that fat nurse said? 218 and 17, wasn't it? Right.
Creeping up to room 218, he quickly pocketed the lighter and, without even bothering to knock, slipped right on in. "Shock," he hissed into the darkness.
Bright blue eyes darted backwards and forwards in the darkness as the small girl who owned them listened carefully to the sounds outside. There was the odd nurse or orderly scuffling down the hall to help patients that needed it, and the girl decided she despised them all already. Never mind that one of the nurses that looked after her had offered to fix her tattered witches robes, never mind that she had done everything within her power to make sure she was comfortable. None of that mattered to her in here, she was stuck here and her robes were being fixed and she wanted to see her brothers. They were the only reason she was in here. It was because of them that she had done all of those nasty things to the girls in the neighbourhood. She shifted from her cross-legged position on the floor to get more comfortable and her pointed witches' hat slid down her head so it became crooked but she paid no mind to that.
She refused to stand up and turn on the lights, because with the lights on everything was less exciting. There were footsteps at her door, now, and there was the slightest temptation for her to grab any sharp object she could find so she could stab the perpetrator in the ankle. Just so she didn't have to answer anyone's questions. They were all so stupid. But that was just how twisted Shock was, she would hurt anyone just to get what she wanted. The door opened, and she heard her name being said. A large, and rather horrible smile spread across her harsh features and she nearly stood to hug her brother.
"Lock.." She murmured in a blank tone, but with an underlying hint of excitement. "You idiot."
"Am not," was his immediate retort, even though his lips were curled into a lopsided sort of grin as he reached out to close the door behind him. Those teeth gleamed in the dim lighting, a chesire-cat's leer... he always did have such sharp canines, giving his handsome face an almost feral appearance whenever he smiled. "Managed to sneak out and get here, didn't I? All you're doing is sitting on the floor like a moron. In the dark, even."
He moved further into the room and folded himself with surprising grace to sit across from her, one elbow dangling from his bent knee. He had a self-possessed fluidity to his movements, even when his behavior was erratic and uncontrolled. "Barrel's in the next room over, I think," he informed her, gloating slightly at knowing something that she didn't.; It rarely ever happened, so he was going to enjoy it while he could. "I heard those disgusting nurses talking about it." He hesitated, reaching into his pocket to draw out his new lighter, snapping it to life so that it cast horrible shadows across his face before snuffing it back out just as quickly. "Stupid bitches took my mask."
"Are too." was her equally immediate response. While his grin was practically glued to his face, hers turned into an angry frown. If there was anything Shock was, it definitely wasn't stupid but her eldest brother always liked to try to convince her as much. "I could have easily done that.." she replied quietly, the tone of her voice warning him not to try and start anything with her, as she would clearly win. "I was just listening to people. They gossip like little, pathetic baby birds. I've been getting information." Her chin lifted slightly, although he could barely see it in the darkness, she was trying to be high and mighty.
She ignored his sudden gloating, and her eyes lit up like the flame Lock had ignited just at that moment. Fire was always so horrific. "But you don't need a mask, stupid. You're as ugly as they come." This wasn't true, but she did love to banter.
"Yea right," he scoffed. "Then why didn't you?" He didn't have to see her to know what she was doing... he knew all of Shock's mannerisms probably better than she did by now. Settling back against the side of her bed, he could not help the amusement that played in those hazel orbs as he reached out to flick the lighter right under her nose, just to get a rise out of her. "Ha, not nearly as ugly as you, dummy." They bantered like small children half their age, though he personally wouldn't have had it any other way. Arguing with Shock was just second nature by now, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
"So what kind of 'information' have you been getting?" he inquired, making sure to sound as doubtful as he possibly could. He knew his sister was smarter than he, but that wasn't going to stop him from challenging her every chance he got.
A sly smile spread across her face like a snake and she adjusted her at as she felt it fall over her eyes, "Because, retard, I didn't feel like it." As she said this, she stretched her legs out in front of her so they met up with Lock's, her eyes narrowing dangerously as he taunted her. With a sudden, fluid movement of her leg she had kicked him in the shin playfully. Although, her idea of playful constituted as rough and tumble for any normal child. "Are you kidding? You'd win the competition for ugliest person alive." She knew they probably sounded stupid, but she loved it.
Her hand slid down to her dress, picking at the loose threads on the end of the cheap thing. "Oh, you know. Just the usual." She knew what he was doing, and she was prepared to make him work for it.
His eyes narrowed at her suspiciously, a sharp yelp emitted as her small foot crashed quite unexpectedly into his shin. He reached out to grab to offensive limb, bony fingers grasping her ankle with a deceptive amount of strength for such a wirey boy. His other hand slipped up to deliver a biting punch to the side of her thigh, punishment for beginning the scuffle in the first place. "Oh yea? I've seen rats and spiders prettier than you!"
Again he slanted a wary gaze at her, frowning as she coyly played around his question. "What do you mean, the usual? What'd you find out?"
She expected the payment for her rough kick aimed at him but it didn't mean it hurt any less. With a small squeal at his action, she attempted to bring her thin leg free of his grip and when it did come free it slipped out quicker than she expected and she ended up kicking him in the stomach. But she didn't apologize. That was unheard of. "Well I'd rather look at my ugly cats all day than have to be tormented with your horrible face for one second!"
Shock quickly moved her legs away from him before he could grab either one of them again and curled them underneath her. Her eyes darted from him to the door, as she listened to footsteps stop outside and then continue. "I wouldn't tell you anyway. You punched me, you ugly cat."
He grunted as her foot landed in his stomach, an expression of anger briefly washing over his face before the sound of footsteps coming from just outside caused him to go still. It wasnt until he heard them retreat that he pounced at her, knocking her back and yanking the hat right from her head. He held it tauntingly out of reach, smirking. "I'd rather put my head in a guillotene than look at your ugly mug! And you deserved it, you slime. Now tell me what you know, or you're not getting this back." Just to emphasize his point he swung the witch's hat by its curled point, watching her reaction with a gleeful smile.
Had it been any other pair of siblings, their behavior towards one another might have been labeled as being cruel or harsh. But for Lock? This was flirting.
A loud, almost scream came out of Shock's mouth as her much larger brother knocked her backwards, practically tackling her to the floor. She struggled underneath him, a permanent expression of complete, and utter anger frozen on her face. Oh, he did not just take her hat. "I'd rather chew on both of my legs for a week than be forced to look at your horrific features," she all but spat out, still struggling to reach for her hat. "I'm not going to tell you. You can't make me, you dirty little toad. Maybe if you spent more time paying attention to your surroundings than lurking like some disease infested rat you wouldn't have to steal your darling sister's hat." She tried as hard as she could to get the hat out of his hands, but he was far too tall for her, and overpowered her by a great deal.
She could say to anyone that what he was doing upset her. But really, she liked it.
"I'd rather wear pink than have to stare at you for two seconds!" He continued to swing the hat over her, holding her down with his other hand and laughing at her struggles. Now that the large sweeping brim of her hat was no longer there to obscure her face, he was taking in its features as best as his night-adjusted vision would allow. A pronounced nose, enormous eyes, and that mouth set into such a ferocious frown... he only smiled wider, quirking a brow down at her as though to say 'oh really?'
"I think I can make you, darling sister," he said, matter-of-factly. A second later she'd feel a sharp, twisting pinch against the side of her left breast, followed shortly by another that caught what little flesh resided there on her hip.
There were no words to describe just how angry the girl was at that exact moment in time. It was almost an unspoken rule between the Nouvelle siblings that you weren't allowed to mess around with each other's costumes. None of them liked it. Yet, they still did it because it was how they got what they wanted. She couldn't for the life of her muster up any words to break through the haze of her anger. She could just give in, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning.
She yelped in pain as he pinched her and just for a taste of revenge, she leaned her head to the side and bit him on the arm. "I won't tell you because there is nothing to tell." She argued back fiercly.
Rules were made to be broken. And it wasn't like he would ever do anything to destroy or maim the costumes... that would be just downright blasphemous. But a little teasing never hurt anyone, right? Right.
Her bite, along with her confession that there was nothing to actually tell, illicited a frustrated growl from him, and after a moment of deep deliberation those sharp features of his suddenly contorted into a most wicked grin. "Alright, ugly. Listen up. You can have your stupid hat back... but only if you say that I'm the handsomest." Ha! It was a genious plan. Even as the last word left his mouth his fingers were creeping down the outside of her thigh, pinching here and there as they went, sure to leave little jewel-sized bruises in their wake.
Her frown lifted slightly, as she knew she would be getting her hat back soon but it still didn't make her any less angry. He was, after all still pinching her and right now it did more to annoy her than delight her.
She shook her head quickly, her scraggly, dark hair shifting slightly as she did so. Her body slackened under his for a moment, and before he knew what had hit him she had mustered up all of the energy she had within her and pushed him off her. She now had the upper hand, and was instead holding him down with her hat in her hand as a token of her triumph. He could easily throw her off again, she knew that but she wanted her revenge. With her hat back on her head, her hands moved down to his chest, small thin fingers gripped his nipples and twisted them, her face twisting into a grin of delight. "I would never, ever tell malicious lies such as those ones."
A comic expression of surprise etched itself into his features as he found himself suddenly pushed back onto the floor, a soft 'oomf' emitted as she plopped herself on him and grabbed her hat back. However, it seemed the punishment wasn't going to end there; a gasp was the result of her fingers' merciless application of the dreaded purple-nurple. His hands rose to snap in a vice-like grip around her tiny wrists, pulling her hands forcefully away from his chest and yanking her down so that his face was inches from hers. "I'd return the favor if you had anything to pinch," he hissed, looking genuinely pissed now that his sister had gotten the upper hand. But before she could reply he tilted his head and bit the bare stretch of alabaster flesh just visible above the neckline of her dress. When he pulled back, he looked very smug indeed, still holding fast to his sister's hands just incase she decided to retaliate again. "Just admit it," he sing-songed, "I'm the handsomest, best trick-or-treater!"
Her eyes were narrowed fiercely as he grabbed her wrists, it hurt like Hell but she wasn't going to admit it. She hated how, whenever she had the upper hand for at least five seconds, he always won it back just as quickly as she had gotten it in the first place. A small gasp came out of her mouth as he pulled her down, face to face and she wriggled against him in a futile tempt to get away. She wasn't desperate to get away because that look on his face was gold. Karma really was a bitch. Her own glory didn't last long as her mind ticked over to how great she was at making him angry, she felt a sharp pain on her neck and if she could have managed it, the small girl would have punched her brother square on the nose. "But you're not," she replied menacingly "I am the prettiest and the best trick-or-treater! And you can hurt me all you want but I'm not going to glorify your ugly mug!"
"Ha! The prettiest?! I'd rather kiss a gargoyle." But this was a lie. Because right now, kissing Shock was looking like a brilliant idea. Her rage only made her prettier; the only time he'd ever seen her look prettier than when she was mad was when she was coming up with one of her mastermind schemes. But he'd never tell her that. She'd just punch him in the head or something.
Finally, he released her hands, flopping back onto the floor and looking up at her with a mocking little pout. "Ah sis, you're no fun," he drawled, mouth once again quirking into a crazy grin. "I think that how I got in here proved that I'm the greatest trick-or-treater ever. There's no way you topped it."
A small, pretend-pout graced her features, as if she had truly been hurt by his comment. Really, there was no difference between a gargoyle and Scotia Nouvelle. They were both cold and unfeeling things. When he let go of her, she hopped off him as quickly as possible, as if he were a disease and lay down next to him.
"I'm more fun than you are." Her tone was bored, as if it were common knowledge that she was indeed the most exciting person around. The teenager's head rolled to the side to look at him with a raised eyebrow, her small mouth grinning already. "I threw cats at girls who thought they were pretty, but weren't. They maimed. They tore off ears and ripped out eyes. I am the superior trick-or-treater."
He laughed out loud upon learning of her prank. "That's pretty brilliant," he confessed, rolling his head to the side to look at her. There was a certain amount of pride gleaming in those gold-colored eyes, but as he propped himself up on one elbow he could hardly contain the excitement of finally getting to brag about his own mischief-making.
"But I think I've still got you beat. You remember those pipe-bombs I made a few nights before we went to get Sandy Claws?" She should remember them well. He had very nearly lost his arm trying to perfect the ingredients. "Well I took them and planted them in people's mailboxes. I even put one in the tailpipe of Logan Piere's car." He paused long enough to let that sink in; Logan Piere had been nothing short of bothersome for the Nouvelle's since day one, always the first to start rumors about them, nevermind how true they usually were.
His voice dropped down to a whisper as he continued, one strangely sharp canine tugging at the corner of his lip. "And then I found Stacy O'Grady. You remember her, don't you? That blonde twit." He almost added 'the police Chief's daughter', but felt it wasn't necessary. It was a well-known fact that the white-bread tramp had some sort of weird obsession with Dameon. "She was walking home from the mall. She had all these bags, ful of stupid Christmas stuff. Dolls and clothes and this really ugly snowglobe with a stupid reigndeer in it. " He seemed lost in his reverie now, like one gets caught in a pleasant daydream. "I took that snowglobe and pounded in her face... and I had my mask on the whole time. So she didn't know it was me until her daddy found us."
Her eyes widened considerably as he told her all about his antics, and what he had done. It was, of course nothing short of brilliant. Masochistic, but that wasn't a matter of concern for either of them. They both knew it was brilliant. There was a reason this guy was still considered her sibling.
There was a grin on her lips, a horrifying one and she could hardly conceal her pride in her brother. She had always hated that silly bitch, Stacy. The girl didn't even know why, but it was so much more fun to hate her than like her. She lifted herself up, propping herself up on her eyebrow and her eyes glinted with something.. Envy? "I guess you win.. this time. I'm glad it was her. I hate her. You did kill her, right?" There conversation was sick, and rather twisted but to them it was just a conversation. A chance to brag. "Did you kill her father, too?"
He'd known right from the start that she'd be happy that he'd chosen Stacy as his victim. He was revelling in the knowlege that he'd not only bested his sister in terms of mischief, but he'd also gained her approval at the same time. He shrugged nonchalantly in response to her question. "I dunno. She'd stopped moving by the time they showed up, though. You should have heard the way she screamed.." He paused to relive it before he turned back to Shock, quirking a brow at her. "She's even uglier than you, now."
He wasn't quite sure why Shock hated Stacy. Maybe it was because Stacy was pretty and popular. That was a good reason for girls to hate other girls, as far as he could tell. Or maybe she was jealous that she flirted with him. The Nouvelles were known to be pretty protective. "Of course I didn't kill her father, dummy. I wanted to get sent here, not straight to the electric chair. I almost didn't get away with that insanity plea as it was. "
A small, thin hand reached up to Lock's face and dealt him a stinging slap. He deserved it, for saying that she'd once been uglier than Stacy in the first place. "She already was uglier than me. Duh, stupid head." Even if her brother had simply said she had smelled bad, he would have gotten a kick or a slap. But he never learned. "Anyway, Stacy was really stupid. She was even more stupid than you, and that's hard to beat."
Maybe the reason she did hate the girl was because she flirted with her brother. Scotia didn't know, and she didn't really care, but Lock wasn't anyone's to flirt with but well, her. That little pout appeared on her lips again, "But he's so annoying. Like, really really annoying."
He snarled as her hand left a red tattoo across the cut angles of his pronounced cheekbones, rubbing the sore spot with his palm even as a laugh betrayed him. "Well, now she's even more ugly. It's hard to be pretty and popular when you don't have any teeth and your cheekbones look like spiderwebs." He cackled at that and finally drew his hand away from his face so that he could reach over and pull her hair, tugging her face insistantly towards him by it.
"Yea, well you're really really annoying too. Maybe I should kill you. Cut you up into a million pieces and feed you to Barrel. " And then he kissed her, hard and insistant, his teeth nipping her bottom lip as he pulled away. "You taste like peppermint. I'll just tell him you're candy and he'd eat you right up." He was only playing, of course... he'd never dream of harming his sister, or his brother for that matter.
There was a brief, feeble attempt on her behalf as she tried to grab her hair out of his grip but she decided it would give her more pain than it was worth. Her intense blue eyes searched his, wondering what he could possibly be planning.
Those eyes were quickly narrowed while the girl considered his words and before she could say anything in protest, her lips were on his and she could swear that her lip was bleeding. However, just as quickly as she had been forced into the kiss, it was over and she was wiping her bottom lip. Her own blood was on her finger and she stuck it in her mouth to suck it off, "You wouldn't dare.." Shock said defiantly, her voice muffled slightly around her finger.
"Sure I would," he said with a laugh. "It'd be perfect. And when Barrel asks where you dissapeared to, I'll just tell him that Oogie got tired you being such a dumb brat, and he cooked you with his snake and spider stew." The sudden shock of red against her white skin was visible to him even in the darkness of the room, and he grinned slowly at her, quirking a brow.
He finally rolled from on top of her, licking the taste of coppery blood from his teeth and folding his arms behind his head. "Or maybe I'll just keep you around. It just wouldn't be the same if we weren't Lock Shock and Barrel."
"No you wouldn't," the smaller sibling persisted. "If you got rid of me, you wouldn't have the brains of your operation. And without me, you'd just be a couple of idiots and no one would take you seriously." She said it as if she were so sure, but the very mention of Oogie doing something to her such as cooking her made her shiver slightly. She would never admit it, but she was dreadfully scared of the giant sack of terror.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to stop it from bleeding any longer and stared at him, her witch's hat slipping down over her eyes for what seemed like the hundreth time that day. Pushing it back up, she snorted a very unlady-like snort. "You'd be a joke. Lock and Barrel. It doesn't have the same ring to it."
He rolled his eyes, turning to fix her with that amber gaze just in time to see her shudder. Yes, Oogie certainly was a terrifying figure... despite their alliance with him, their loyalty was only based on the fact that He was probably the only thing on earth that actually scared them. "Yea, I guess I won't be killing you any time soon then. That does sound pretty stupid."
He hoisted himself up into a seated position, leaning forward to prop his elbow on one upturned knee. "I just can't wait until we get our masks back. Then we'll really be in business."
As he sat up, so did she and she settled her slight frame next to him, leaning on him as though she couldn't be bothered keeping herself upright. "I miss my mask.." A short huff was heard as she turned her head to look at him. "This place is so stupid. Do you know, if you do something wrong you get put in solitary?" Tone incredulous, Shock looked genuinely confused by this. Why anyone would throw any of them in solitary for their genius acts, she didn't know.
"They won't catch us though, will they? They're far too stupid."
"Solitary?" He repeated the word as though it left a bad taste in his mouth, scrunching his nose and glancing down at where his sister was leaning against his arm. "That's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Slipping an arm around her, a rare sign of affection that didn't involve hurting her in some way, and enthusiastically shook his head so that a few curls of gelled hair fell from his horns to obscure his vision.
" If they even try to put us into one of those rooms, we'll make 'em sorry." But he grinned and gave her a significant look. "But there's no way we'll get caught. We're the best at what we do."
She nodded, also disgusted. For her, solitary was like dying and going to Heaven. The very idea of that horrified her. "It's awful and stupid, isn't it? It's up there with seeing Rose O'Donnell naked." Her face twisted slightly and she poked her tongue out, making a pretend vomiting noise.
"They'll wish they had never been born," she agreed with a curt nod, reaching up with small fingers to fix her brother's devil horns. When she was satisfied with them, she gave him a malicious grin. "We're even better. We're so good, even Oogie gets a little jealous sometimes.." The last part was a slightly hushed whisper, Shock was kind of scared that he'd be listening to her speaking and hurt her.
He looked at his sister, his expression a mask for pure horror. Naked Rosie O'Donnell was the last thing he'd ever hoped to have cross his mind, and she had gone and implanted the thought there anyway. But that was what she did best, he supposed. Horrify and disgust people. It was part of why he was so infatuated with her.
He sat patiently as she went to fix his hair, watching her face as she moved and breaking into another devilish smile that matched her own. His eyebrows shot upwards upon his forehead at her claim, but his expression of surprise quickly melted into an agreeable smirk.
"What would he do without his loyal henchmen?" he whispered back, knowing why it was that she lowered her voice so. Oogie was terrifying when he was in a good mood, but when he was angry... his wrath was downright paralyzing. "He knows that we're the best, that's why he chose us."
She shook her head, not knowing the real answer to his question. "He wouldn't be able to do anything without us. He knows just how good we are." Her small hand gripped his arm tightly as she thought she heard something in the room. They never knew when Oogie Boogie was going to show his face. Eyes darted from him to the corner back to him again. Maybe she was just being paranoid.
"Word will spread about how good we are, one day. Soon everyone will be fighting to hire us. We'll be so very rich." The smile still tugged at the corners of her mouth and she leaned over to flick him in the nose with her finger.
He followed her startled gaze to watch the darkened corner of the room. But no twin emerald glow emerged from the shadows' depths, and he turned back to look at her with a slightly condescending 'I wasn't scared' look on his face.
The flick to his nose made him frown, wrinkling it to show his dissatisfaction with her gesture. But at her talk of riches and fame, he chuckled and leaned in to press his forehead against hers, winding some of her dark hair around his fingers without actually pulling it. "Wars will start over who gets to hire the Boogie Kids first," he agreed with a laugh. "And who knows? Maybe when we're powerful and rich, then we can go back and kill O'Grady and his stupid ugly daughter with her spider's cheeks. Because they'd never be able to stop us."
She giggled an almost witch-like giggle and her eyes were full of genuine mirth. "The whole world will be in chaos. All over the world countries will be destroyed and people will be dying and it'll be all because people want to hire us for their evil-doing." She nodded enthusiastically, but this kind of enthusiastic was a dark kind, and they both knew just how serious they were about it happening one day. Or, so they would like to believe. "As soon as we get out of this stupid place it'll be what we do. And they'll regret putting us in here." She didn't realize it, but her lips were hovering dangerously over his.
The scenario she spun in her witchy little voice sounded perfect, to him... that was the kind of world he wanted to live in. Chaos, destruction and pain everywhere, and he, Barrel and Shock at the center of it all. It was what the strived for, afterall. "We'll burn this place to the ground," he vowed, actually delusional enough to think that after the horrid things he'd done he was actually going to roam free one day. With good behavior Shock might one day see the light of day again. But Lock and Barrel? No way.
Even if she wasn't aware of the way her mouth whispered against his with every syllable, he certainly was. His arm came up to embrace her lithe form. "And every day of every year will be Halloween," he added, and snaked his tongue out to brush her upper lip with its tip with a mad little laugh.
"With one thousand matches." She concluded, shifting on the hard floor and pulling her legs in underneath her. If she ever did get out of here, she didn't want to leave with her brothers. If she was released, but they weren't she really would burn the place to the ground all by herself so they could escape. There was no point even attempting to enjoy freedom without them. It wouldn't be freedom. The authorities would be stupid in thinking they could let her out.
The tickle of his tongue on her lip elicited a slight shiver from her and she touched her lips to his ever so lightly. "Even my birthday?"
"Even your birthday," he murmered, momentarily distracted by the way her mouth brushed feather-light against his own. "No one will even be allowed to think about Christmas, not ever." He tilted his head up, feeling almost giddy with the excitement of their sinister plotting.
The hand he'd tangled in her hair before was used to shove her head slowly to the side with firm insistance, and, simply because he liked when she shuddered like that, he licked her again, this time right along the spot where her jaw met her throat. That accomplished, he released her and leaned back on his hands, smiling darkly at her. "And it'll just be us. You, me, and Barrel. Forever."
She grinned a very delighted grin, "Brilliant.. And if they do? We should line them up and shoot them for even thinking about Sandy Claws. And then we will shoot them again for thinking about Christmas."
His actions, of course received the reaction he expected and she shivered from the cold feeling of his tongue against her warm flesh. "Forever" she replied flatly. "Is a long time to have to put up with your stupidity."
"It'll be a Christmas Holocaust!" he declared triumphantly, watching with great satisfaction as she trembled from his touch. But then she went and ruined it all by insulting him, as she was ever so prone to do, and he scowled at her. "Then you don't have to be part of it. I wouldn't wanna look at your nasty mug for that long, anyway."
They ran so hot and cold it was ridiculous. But it was a functional sort of disfuction; it worked for them. "Barrel and I will rule the world together forever ourselves. We'll just kick you out. Because by then we'll be powerful enough to work as just Lock and Barrel."
Her hands clapped together triumphantly at the thought of a Christmas Holocaust. They would be.. heroes. But as usual, it was ruined by their constant bickering and she cast an angry frown in his direction, returning his scowl. "What makes you think people will want to see your face printed on billboards? They'd die from fright and you'd have no one left to kill, yourself."
At the mention of being kicked out of their little trio once more she almost saw red. It was bad enough everyone saw her as the middle child, and she was often overlooked by her parents, but to be kicked out by the two people that mattered most? She took it a little seriously. Her small fist punched him square in the chest and she shook her head quickly, "You wouldn't dare kick me out. You don't have the balls."
Watching her go from childish glee to murderous rage in a matter of seconds would have been greatly amusing if he didn't suddenly feel that he'd overstepped a line. The punch to his chest caused his breath to catch, leaving his body with a rasping gasp and sending him flopping onto his back once more. Frowning at her, he slowly pulled himself back up, still straining for breath... the stupid bitch had hit him right in the solar plexus! And he'd just been about to apologize, too. Or at least tell her he was kidding.
It was only after he was able to breathe regularly again that he lunged for her, grabbing her by the jaw and squeezing until her lips puckered out like a fish. "Sure I do," he growled, "you've seen them." And then his face broke into a wild smile, and his grip loosened just a little. "Lighten up, Shock. You're such a dummy, I swear."
She watched him go down with a slight sense of satisfaction. Perhaps she had indeed hit him a little too hard, considering they never really hurt each other too badly but a part of her couldn't help but thinking about how much he deserved it. Even if he was just joking, she couldn't help but feel paranoid that one day someone would seperate her from them and they'd just go on without her.
A small squeak came from her as he grabbed her jaw and she glared at him from behind his hand with an utmost look of hatred. "I'm sorry, I got that a little mixed up. I meant you don't have a pair that are visibly big enough," the smaller Boogie child retorted, her voice muffled as her cheeks were squeezed. "Let go of me, stupid-head before I kick you in the balls that you claim to have."
Just as fast as that grin appeared it was gone when she insulted his anatomy. It was a low blow, but she probably knew that. It should have been normal sibling banter, but from Shock it was like a real barb. He released her with a snort of disgust, shoving her back a bit harder than he really had to. "Do it and I'll punch you in the tits you claim to have" he muttered, and a hand reached up to instinctively draw down the mask that was usually strapped right above his head. But alas, all he managed to grab was a handful of his own hair, effectively mussing his horns again. Which only made him glare harder at her.
Wincing in discomfort and still nursing his abdomen from when she'd punched him, he pushed himself up onto his knees. "I should just woop you anyway, for being such a retard."
Her very slight body still hadn't grown used to being shoved around when he shoved her away she fell hard on the ground with a loud "oompf". Tears from the pain stung at her eyes and she wiped them quickly before he could see she had nearly cried. She had to stop their argument before either of them took it one more step too far, because as it was they were teetering dangerously on the edge of a fall-blown fight and, being the self proclaimed smart one she had to prevent it from happening. She ignored his own low blow, even though it offended her greatly. It wasn't her fault she was scrawny.
She sat awkwardly in the corner, nursing her sore jaw with her legs outstretched in front of her. She hated having to apologize to people, and it was a very rare thing indeed when it happened but she knew how to cut deep and sometimes she regretted it when she did so to her brothers. "I'm sorry.. Lock.."
He Sat back on his heels and stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest, deliberately looking away from her like a snotty kid who didn't get his way. Because of this he missed the way she secretly swiped at her teary eyes, though he suspected he must have hurt her by the way she'd landed. It was hard, sometimes, to remember how easily he could physically overpower her... it was the only real advantage he had over her, what with her being so brainy.
The silence that stretched between them felt like it went on forever, and he was about to turn around and say something when her apology tore through the quiet. He slowly turned to acknowlege her, eyes narrowed almost suspiciously as they gazed upon her tiny form, hunched there in the corner. She looked like a doll or something. And suddenly he felt downright guilty, an emotion reserved only for when he made Shock or Barrel genuinely upset.
Sighing, he crawled over to her on hands and knees, peering into her face with an unreadable expression on his own. Ah, he had such a weakness for the girl, it almost wasn't fair. He shook his head slowly side to side and reached out to gently cup the side of her neck, kissing the spots on either side of her cheeks where his fingers had dug in so harshly before. "Yea well... you should be," he muttered awkwardly. He wasn't good at apologizing, or recieving apologies either for that matter. But he grinned at her to show it was ok. An almost typical end to one of their worser fights.
She stared at him blankly for a moment as he kissed her cheeks, such rare displays of affection after fights. She'd never get used to them. As he grinned, she did too and it was all very quickly forgotten. Their insults had, after all just been petty and stupid and she didn't mean them. She rarely every did.
Those damned devil horns, though. Did they never do as they were told? There was a huff, and she used both of her hands to fix them up, making sure they stuck together how they were supposed to. "If you weren't such a buttmunch, I wouldn't have to fix your hair all the time." The girl smiled in triumph at her handiwork and pulled her brother to sit down next to her, keeping hold of his hand even when he was seated.
"We need to get our masks back."
He made a face as she mussed with his hair again but obligingly bowed his head so that she could better she what she was doing, resting his brow against her shoulder until she was done. He even let her pull him back down to sit next to her, tilting his head back against the wall and glancing down at where her hand still held his. "Yea well, maybe if you weren't such a troll I wouldn't act like such a buttmunch," he retorted, though it was noticeable that his insults were said in a light-hearted manner.
His head bobbed in extreme agreement. "It's weird not having them," he confessed; though he didnt wear his mask nearly as often as Shock or Barrel did, it was still a part of him. An essential part, at that, always pushed up above his brow when it wasnt covering his face. "Tomorrow we should go find Barrel and then we can look for them together."
Shock poked her tongue out at him, wrinkling her nose. "Well maybe I wouldn't be such a troll if you weren't such a giant buttmunch of a.. dickhead," was her retort in a matter of fact tone. There was a playful grin on her lips and she squeezed his hand tightly before letting it go. "There's more dick in your head than there is in your dick." It was so lame, but she giggled her witchy giggle and crossed her legs to sit Indian-style.
"It is weird no having them. It's like someone ripped off my leg, ran away with it and dumped it somewhere. I can't walk outside without it." Her mask was essentially a part of her, she hardly ever went without it. There wasn't much of a difference between her face and the mask, but it was like a third leg to her. "And if they don't hand our masks over we'll make them pay."
He quirked a brow at her, even laughed at how pathetic her insult had been. "See how much dick you'll have in you if you keep calling me that," he teased, grinning devilishly at her and mimicing her position, folding his legs like a pretzle.
He smirked and nodded his head to show that he knew just what she was talking about. She was always better at putting thoughts into words. "That's because if you did people would have you sent to the zoo," he said matter-of-factly, but turned serious at her proposal of punishing anyone who dared to keep their costumes. "I don't think they'd be that stupid. But if they are... well. We'll come up with something extra nasty to change their minds."
One of her own brows quirked in return and she shot him a smug look. "Is that a promise, dearest Lock or are you just talking out of your ass again?"
Her mouth opened into a small 'o' and she swatted him lightly with her hand. "This is a zoo, you buttmunch and if I'm in here for crimes of having the ugliest face around I don't think you got the better deal, really." She nodded, clearly thinking she had one up on him over that comment. "I think everyone here was born stupid. They came into the world wanting to have the worst job invented and they'll go out having nothing to show for it, except maybe a dent or two in the head from three kids who knew better than them." She tilted her head thoughtfully, "Or one kid. Because.. you're both stupid."
"Do you want it to be?" he fired back, and arched a brow right back at her. He already knew the answer, so he stuck his tongue at her, grinning victoriously.
But her next comment wiped that leer right off his face, and he squinted at her, trying to figure out just what she meant by that. Guh, he hated being reminded that she was smarter than him, and he sulked and folded his arms over his stomach. "I'm not the stupid one," he grumbled. "Though I'd like to give these morons more than just a dent in their skulls. I wanna bash 'em in!"
She didn't say anything to that, not wanting to stick her foot in her mouth. It was best not to joke about those sorts of things with either of her brothers, knowing that they'd take it that one step further to teach her a lesson.
The leer being wiped off his face, in addition to his sulking and pouting made her grin widely. Oh, how she loved putting Lock in his place. "You are so the stupid one. Though you're not as stupid as Barrel, but you're well up there with him anyway." Shock rested her stick legs over her brother's and twisted her mouth in a pout to the side as she thought. "Maybe we could put holes in the ground and they could fall in them. Then.. we grab giant mallets and have turns at whacking them all."
He couldn't help but laugh at the bizarre idea, resting one palm on her calf and tracing idle patterns against the pale flesh with his fingertips. "Whack-A-Dummy!" he cackled, but sobered rather quickly at her insistance that he was, in fact, stupid. He would have pinched her again if they hadn't just recovered from that last fight.
"I'm not nearly as dumb as Barrel!" he insisted, an edgey note entering his voice. "I bet I'd be smarter than you if I did nothing but read boring books all day, like you."
Shock hated being ticklish, and she knew her brothers used the fact that she was to their full advantage. Her leg twitched slightly under his touch but she didn't say anything. "It'll be great, you know. And we can make other patients in here pay to have a go with the mallet. One hundred dollars a whack."
She snorted, kicking him lightly on the thigh with her heel, "You wouldn't be able to manage it. You have the attention span of a fly on acid."
"I could too, if I wanted to be a loser," was his quick retort, mischievous intent gleaming in his coppery eyes as his fingers trailed up to lightly tickle behind her knee. "But I have better things to do with my time than just sit around like a toad!" The truth was that, back when they were children, he had actually tried to catch up to Shock in terms of reading. But it was a futile effort, and he turned his focus more towards making bombs and maiming small animals. You know. The fun stuff!
"But you are a loser," the younger sibling insisted, shifting her leg further away from his wandering fingers. "If those better things you speak of include being stupid and being even more stupid, then you need to find something better to do." Being the smarter one definitely had its advantages, especially when everyone else knew it but he probably was right when he said she needed to find something better to do with her time. But she did join in with their pranks whenever they wanted her to.
"Better than being ugly and even more ugly," he murmered, grabbing hold of her leg as she tried to draw it away and guiding it back into his lap with a chuckle. The two had been talking for hours now, and he was getting too tired to want to argue with her anymore. In fact, he was debating whether he was going to put the effort into sneaking back into his own room or just crashing there. With her sitting there next to him, he was definitely leaning more towards the latter.
Rolling his head to look at her, he shrugged a little, and in a rare moment of seriousness asked, "You think they're gonna try and keep us from seeing each other?"
"I'd rather be ugly than the biggest butthead in the world," she replied quietly, too tired herself to come up with anything really cut-deep to insult him with or shift her leg away again. She scooted her slight form closer to him, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
"I won't let them. I don't know who these people think they are, but if they think they can just tell us what to do like that then they'll be sorry," her tone was in fact, very serious and her brother knew her well enough to know that she would probably make sure whoever kept them apart would be severely mentally damaged if they so much as looked at her funny.