whoooooooooooooo! pie time! lets all dance!
lol, ok, so, my place is a place of peace, a place of prosperity, a place of DANCING LIKE A MORON AND JELLO WRESTLING!(must be fully clothed, and first one down loses) i do not believe in perverts, so if you come in a pervert, some douche, or manwhore, please leave. i will not stoop to your level of stupid and block you from my site. so, have fun, dance, eat, drink, and be merry!^^
this video is soldiers in iraq getting bored while their leaders are in meetings, so, they dance behind them, and the leaders are none the wiser!
(like i promised, part 2!)
sirt squeaked when he was done and ran up to sorivile's face, he smirked."good shirt hampster." sirt wiggled his way back in sorivile's shirt and fell back asleep.
"i said to!......" the bald man's voice trailed off, the long lanky 6 foot 11 inch figure looming over him, white teeth sparkling against his darkened face.
"you shouldn't have touched sarah." he said "she's my friend."
"sorivile i'm fine! get yourself out of here!" sarah yelled.
"no! no one hurts my friends!" something flashed in his hand, a curved knife, both men staggered back, letting sarah drop to the floor and starting to run. "you get back here! i'm not even starting!" he ran after them down an alleyway. sarah was shocked, insane or not, he called her a friend, something he's never done with anyone. her deep thoughts were broken by screaming from the two men, and squealching sounds. they stopped after a while, sarah made her way over to the turn and poked her head around, her went wide, blood everywhere, the men were unrecognizable, sorivile was covered in blood and his hair plastered down from it, he dug his hand into one of the bodies and tore out something, he threw it against a wall.
"s-sorivile...." her eyes were getting teary
he turned his head, eyes went from mad to "oh, i shouldn't of done this...." kind of look.
"s-sarah i-i'm...." before he could finish she ran, as fast as she could trying to get home. thinking she was completly wrong for letting him out, that she should have never done it. "sorry...." he looked at the ground, sirt popped his head out of his shirt and crawled up to his shoulder snuggling up to him, he put a hand on sirt closing the little hampster in a mini dome.
"sirt what have i done? this was just like last time....." sirt squeaked sadly. "you're right...we need to clean this up, that was our mistake last time." he started cleaning up.
(sad i know but, it was a perfect time to show that sorivile can talk to sirt and he understands him. sorivile isn't all that crazy after he goes insane, actually he gets quiet normal, he sometimes forgets he's the one that killed the person/people in the first place and is shocked and appalled)
just a LITTLE insane
"sorivile!...sorivile!" sarah was running furiously through the streetes trying to find him. "aw shit! i just let the most homicidial man in the city loose! SORIVILE!!!" a few heads turned as they watched her run and call out his name, some their eyes went wide remembering the crazy boy, others confused. she spent the rest of the day checking every street. it seemed hopeless till she heard a scream down an alley way, she ran as fats as she could, that scream was recognizable, not some innocent person. sarah stopped right before the people could see her, poor sorivile wasn't the one standing....
"i said don't make a sound!" a man with no hair(bald!) kicked him. he was crying,mouth closed and trying to make any noise. "what are going to do with this excuse for a maniac? i don't see how the boss thinks this guy a threat."
"just wait till he shows up." another with short bonde hair replied holding a sword. sarah decided to take action, she found the small pistol she always kept on her and jumped into site.
"let sorivile go! i'll shoot!" sarah yelled
"oh really?that's intresting, because last time i checked, you don't even hve the guts to swat a fly." the bald man said
"shut up! you know nothing about me!"
"sarah wellings, 18, blood type O, likes to help the cronically insane and hates normality"
"h-how?..."
"internet. google is a wonderful thing."
"you don't know everything! i will shoot!"
"right...we're so scared!" a shot rang out, it went right over the man's head. "......"
"i said i would! i have 5 more shots! let sorivile go! next time i'll aim lower!"
"sorry missy but, the whole you were talkin' we got you!" the gun was swatted out of her hand, and her arm painfully bent behind her. sorivile watched the whole time, tied up from the ground, eyes widened, he wouldn't let anyone hurt sarah, not if he was alive. little sirt popped out and look at sorivile, noticing something wrong, he jumped out and started nibbling away on the rope that was keeping sorivile from killing them.
(part 2 of chapter 3 tomorrow! i promise!)
"what's this?"
"a television."
"what's this?"
"microwave"
"what's this?"
"that's a coat hanger."
"ooooooooooooooooooooooh!" sorivile was asking what every little thing was in sarah's house, amazed at how much technology has grown since he was trapped in the asylum. little sirt the hampster snuggled in his shirt, he wasn't called sirt for nothing.
"sorivile why don't you play outside?"
"oooh! outside! outside!" he ran out to the back yard and jumped up into a tree. sarah laughed and then the phone rang, she aswered it.
"hello?"
"bring him to me or you're dead." a voice said, low and scratchy.
"huh? who are you?"
"you have till the end of the month sarah." and the voice hung up.
"hello?hello?! how do you know my name?! hello?!" she put the phone down and started muttering to herself."who was he? how does he know my name? who does he want? why the hell am i talking to myself?"
"sarah i got a boo boo!" sorivile was pointing at a splinter on his hand. "it huuuuurts."
"come here i'll get it out." he came over, "wow that's tiny."she was able to get it out ten minutes later when she found a pair of tweezers.
"thank you!" he smiled, she smiled back but only half heartedly.
"you ok sarah?"
"huh? oh ya, i'm fine."
"no something's wrong."he was being stern, amazing since he was sane as well.
".....just a phone call, someone said i had till the end of the month to bring someone to him. no idea who he is or who he wants.....sorivile?" she looked at him, his eyes were wide, dilated, it was rom fear not insanity. "sorivile what's wrong?"
"i'm not going outside....."
"what?"
"he wants me! he'll kill me! you can't let him take me away! i shoul've stayed back at the place with the rubber ducky!" he was panicing.
"sorivile calm down!" she grabbed hold of him and made him sit down, that book by nota sosane came in handy sometimes wih it's advice. "tell me what's wrong, who's after you?"
"him........"
"who's him?"
"mokuishi....."
"wha?" a crash, sarah screamed, someone's crashed the front window, sorivile had ran outside, he, was mad. "sorivile get back here!!"
"he ruined you're house! he's not getting away!" he ran after them, sarsh sighed.
"he forgot his meds...." she ran offafter him.
(short i know)
ch.1 out of the nasty place
"oh my gosh! tree!" sorivile was having the time of his life, he gasped. "ANOTHER PERSON! HI PERSON!" he waved wildly, the man, freaked out, walked away ignoring him.
"sorivile it's not polite to scream in public." sarah said holding a suitcase of his cloths, and a little cage with a hampster, sirt, in it. she was always perplexed about his poofy pants red outfit had blue swirls always changing, like a lava lamp.
"ok sarah....." he perked up even more, making him look even taller. "where do you live?!" he was smiling wildly....kinda creepy to sarah.
"i stay in a big house, with a big backyard and front yard, lot of room for you to play and have fun with sirt." sorivile squealed with glee and eagerly took out sirt from his cage.
"you hear that sirt?!" he smiled. " lots of room to play!" the hampster squeaked and was set down o sorivile's shoulder, it stayed there and fell asleep.
"ok sorivile, rules while outside." the bus was pulling up to the stop they were standing at. "1, no killing."
"not even one?"
"no."
"aaaaaaaaw! no fun!"
"2. unless we're at my house, you must stay in my sight. at my houe you must stay on property."
"ok."
"3. absolutly no torturing, pain inflicting, or going insane, or forgetting to take your meds."
"you make this no fun sarah." he frowned slumping.
"just get in the bus."
"yay! out of the nasty place!" he jumped on
"never sad for a moment are you?"
"nope!ooooooooh! bars!" he jumped up and hung from the bars on the bus's celing as it drove down the street.
"hard to see you insane....maybe cute and inncent, but not insane."
"i find that offensive!" sorivile said, sarah laughed.
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"wow! you have a big room!"
"there's a lot of rooms, it's not like the asylum."
"more then one room?! you have it all sarah!" sorivile ran up to the door, for some reason it was unlocked because he just opened it and went in. sarah's eyes went wide hoping sorivile picked the lock in a split second.
"sorivile get back here!" she screamed, he immediatly came back and hid behind her, it was akward because he was two feet taller then her.
"there's a man in there! he's got a gun!" he was shaking.
oh shittake mushrooms! why did it have to be the month the insane boy lives here?!
"ok listen sorivile, rule number one right?"
"i don't see where you're going...."
"i guess, you may break it this one time, but don't if you can help it!" sorivile's eyes dilated, a wide grin came up on his face.
"you have kitchen knives?"
"ya....HEY!" sorivile had already ran into the house, a moment of silence, then a yell. she went as pale as a sheet. srivile poked his head out the window, face back to his normal cuteness instead of wild insanity.
"bad man ran off as soon i got him in the leg. he was no fun." a little splatter of blood on his cheek.
"i-it's ok, just, just clean up the blood, i'll put your stuff away...."
"ok sarah!" he smiled and pulled his head back in, he opened the door for sarah then went to cleaning the mess, sarah went sraight to the spare room and started unpacking sorivile's clothes into a dresser.
"what have i gotten myself into?" she muttered.
