Home Sweet Hell

[Lissachoa]

*The Jeeeeeeep screeches into the car park, knocking 2D over and causeing him to pass out. simply shruging this off with no care I get out of my seat and gently takes Murdoc of of the Jeeeeep*

ok, we are here...this should be interesting if you ask me...

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((.... The JEEEEP thing is getting old. 8( ))

Very *she smirked wickedly to herself.*

*She helps her carry him to the winnebago, only to feel something odd about his body.*

His body is cold and he's not breathing. Interesting. He's a zombie. Kekeke.

[Murduck]

*He lets out a heavy, deep groan.*

[Lissachoa]

(( that's what it's called ^_^; ))

What...what?! *Fell's his chest* You heve got to be kidding me?!

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Did you really expect him to be alive without organs, Choa? *She rolled her eyes, scoffing at the idea*

His heart isn't there. Don't bother searching for a pulse. The only thing left of him would be his mind, and that thing's already half dead thanks to those stupid injections. Dx

Come come, he's about to awake, we have to get him inside. *She carries him roughly to the winnebago and kicks down it's rusty, untouched door*

[Lissachoa]

*takes in a deep breath and sighs*
call me crazy but I just love the smell of this place...
*walks him into his bed room and lays him down on the bed.*

[Murduck]

*His eyes open sharply, as a terrified look grows on his face. He pushes lissachoa away from him.*

They're still here. They are!! *He backs away from her and looks around the Winnebago front, pausing and looking up at the damp air fresheners that lost its scent years ago. An image grows in his head. In a man's arm, a small girl, with raven black hair was playing with one. The image scatters and fades away.*

[Lissachoa]

for Peter Puppy sake, they are not here....*deeply sighs as I sit down roughtly on the bed*

[Murduck]

*He stares at the air fresheners again, desperately trying to recollect that memory, and he feels his arm, cold and stiff, but it looked like it was his that was holding that child. She was in her arms, letting out that expression the woman before had, only it felt real. He timidly spoke.*

Where.. where am I?

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*She watches him.*

Interesting..*she mumbled to herself.*

*She let out a smirk and grabbed a metal rod laying on the floor. She charges up to him.*

GET ON YOUR KNEES!! NOW, YOU FILTHY ROTTEN CARCASS!! *She points the rod to his neck*

[Murduck]

*His eyes widen and he gets down on his knees, cowering and trembling.*

[Lissachoa]

waht the! *slaps amma over the head*
What the Hell was that about?! We wanna calm him down, not scare the soul out of him! Geez!

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You're filthy, horrible and you deserve nothing!! *She yelled at him*

You deserve to suffer, you worthless pungent morsel!! *She prods him roughly with the rod again and again*

Now PICK YOURSELF UP, AND SIT AT THE SOFA, AT THE OTHER END!

[Murduck]

*He stumbles and quickly scrambles to the couch, trembling still*

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*She blocks Lissachoa's hand*

I am testing him. He responds only to threats.

Masochistic behaviour.