Fandom: Original
Pairing: Camino/Camera-head
Setting: Somewhere along the highway.
Summary: More head musings from our dark hero.
Rating: R for language and descriptions.
Owned By: Me
A/N- This starting to have a slight “Donnie Darko” feel. That’s a movie where a hug robotic looking bunny follows Donnie around everywhere. He disengages from his surroundings and family. At the end, a missile lands on their house, a direct hit over Donnie’s bedroom. He dies, it's apacalyptic, blah, blah, de blah.
A/N2-Chill miss d, kay? i'll get around to describing the head.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 10b
I had come to her house in asshole mode. She had been ignoring me and I didn’t like that. So I started painting out and slashing her canvases. Yeah, that’d show the bitch. I looked around, surveying my path of destruction, but I wasn’t satisfied. Then a brilliant idea occurred to me. Aaah! I got it! I undid my pants and waited. Then I heard the sound. I can’t really describe it. But if you’ve heard piss hit fabric that’s it. I turned slightly and let it fly over her paint table. I pissed on the tubes and brushes there. Into cups and cans. All over the carpet. I smeared black acrylic on the floor, windows, the fucking door.
Did I mention that she wasn’t really ignoring me? She was working. Preparing for her first solo show. Which was happening in exactly 2 days. As I said. Asshole here.
I thought about this as I stared at camera-head, sitting across from me as I ate lunch outside a Mickey-d’s. I got off the bus feeling clauster phobic and hungry. Brite called. I didn’t answer. She hadn’t tried again as expected. Which worried me, despite the situation. Reluctantly, I let it go and called dad instead. Camera-head cleared our table and followed me back to our bus. It handed me a bottle of water. The indigestion kicked in almost immediately after I was finished eating.
“Thanks.” I said. It blinked and nodded. “That shit used to be good when I was a kid.”
“You’re not a kid anymore.” It told me. Only it was from inside my head.
“Why are you here?” “Were you following us?”
A confirmation nod from the seat next to me.
“Now me?”
“Yes. I was. She asked me to keep an eye on you.”
Aaah. Brite. Of course.
The guy behind me looked freaked.
“Who are you talking to?” He asked.
The bus started up. The driver cleared his throat and pulled out.
“No one.” I gave the dude a slight dismissive wave, turning around.
Pairing: Camino/Camera-head
Setting: Somewhere along the highway.
Summary: More head musings from our dark hero.
Rating: R for language and descriptions.
Owned By: Me
A/N- This starting to have a slight “Donnie Darko” feel. That’s a movie where a hug robotic looking bunny follows Donnie around everywhere. He disengages from his surroundings and family. At the end, a missile lands on their house, a direct hit over Donnie’s bedroom. He dies, it's apacalyptic, blah, blah, de blah.
A/N2-Chill miss d, kay? i'll get around to describing the head.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 10b
I had come to her house in asshole mode. She had been ignoring me and I didn’t like that. So I started painting out and slashing her canvases. Yeah, that’d show the bitch. I looked around, surveying my path of destruction, but I wasn’t satisfied. Then a brilliant idea occurred to me. Aaah! I got it! I undid my pants and waited. Then I heard the sound. I can’t really describe it. But if you’ve heard piss hit fabric that’s it. I turned slightly and let it fly over her paint table. I pissed on the tubes and brushes there. Into cups and cans. All over the carpet. I smeared black acrylic on the floor, windows, the fucking door.
Did I mention that she wasn’t really ignoring me? She was working. Preparing for her first solo show. Which was happening in exactly 2 days. As I said. Asshole here.
I thought about this as I stared at camera-head, sitting across from me as I ate lunch outside a Mickey-d’s. I got off the bus feeling clauster phobic and hungry. Brite called. I didn’t answer. She hadn’t tried again as expected. Which worried me, despite the situation. Reluctantly, I let it go and called dad instead. Camera-head cleared our table and followed me back to our bus. It handed me a bottle of water. The indigestion kicked in almost immediately after I was finished eating.
“Thanks.” I said. It blinked and nodded. “That shit used to be good when I was a kid.”
“You’re not a kid anymore.” It told me. Only it was from inside my head.
“Why are you here?” “Were you following us?”
A confirmation nod from the seat next to me.
“Now me?”
“Yes. I was. She asked me to keep an eye on you.”
Aaah. Brite. Of course.
The guy behind me looked freaked.
“Who are you talking to?” He asked.
The bus started up. The driver cleared his throat and pulled out.
“No one.” I gave the dude a slight dismissive wave, turning around.
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