Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Oct 29, 2005 21:03:07 GMT -5
I think this'll go on fanfiction sooner or later, but I need help on a nicer title. Any thoughts? ;D
Anyways, here's more. I really need to sort this out chapter by chapter ...
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Sandra nearly slipped on the roof while she tried to get down, since it was still a little wet from the rain, but she was happy to finally be on all four feet. With a slightly more relaxed sigh, she headed down the street, only to remember she’d have to find Randall sooner or later or else he’d be even more annoyed if she ended up leaving him here …
A distant splatter of water hitting wood caught her attention, and up ahead, pretty far, was Splash Mountain …. Damn she hated that ride … Le Plume dragged her and Packard on once …
She looked away, but then turned back that same instant. She could see Randall down there, near the gift shop, with Silver. Aw geez …
The next instant she heard a piercing scream, and she was suddenly lifted in a vice grip of hard metal, “Sandeee rah rah!!” it yelled.
“B.E.N …” she warned the robot, her arms practically nailed at her sides, “It’s nice to see you, but … put me down.”
“Oh … right,” he said sheepishly, putting her down gently.
“Where were you??” Randall’s voice demanded, and she flinched. Avoiding his eyes, she straightened her shirt, taking her time.
“Oy, missy!” Silver called, “If t’eh metal man bugs ye more, jus’ toss somet’in colorful an’ he’ll chase it.”
“I know” she replied, nodding, “Thanks for the reminder …” she glanced up and smiled at Silver uneasily, and her eyes unintentionally met Randall’s.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run off on you ... well, if I was trying to avoid you, I wouldn’t be standing here at the moment, now would I?” she asked.
Randall didn’t answer; he just sighed and folded his arms, looking away. He didn’t look too happy … in fact he looked downright pissed. She couldn’t blame him.
“What’s your name?” a girl’s voice asked, and Sandra looked over to see Lilo shaking B.E.N.’s hand, “I’m B.E.N.!” he greeted, his voice screeching a bit, “Bio-Electronic Navigator!”
Sandra groaned, putting her hand to her head, “… B.E.N. … d’you think you can hang out with …”
“Lilo.” The girl introduced.
“Right … Lilo … can you two just chat or go somewhere or something? I’m not trying to be mean,” she quickly apologized- (B.E.N was a very emotional robot), “But I need to speak with Randall here …”
“Uhh … sure.” Lilo decided, and she walked off with B.E.N, tugging his arm, “C’mon- you can help me find my friend!” she said happily.
Sandra waited until they were a good distance away … but she suddenly just lost her voice. She found herself wrapping her arms close to her body, looking at her feet as she walked slowly so that she was facing Randall. He glanced up, his eyes dark.
He spoke finally, “Listen, I shouldn’t have come here, it’s just …” he searched to find a good answer, “It’s … money’s been tight for me lately, and the only thing I could think of was to write a script. That’s it. It’s not exactly a good script, but I tried.” He shrugged. Sandra just watched him as he spoke- it was the first time they’d actually stopped arguing. She wondered if that would last long …
“You see … I hate Toon Town,” he admitted, looking at her, “I want my life to be the way it was- before I found out my life was a lie.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I found out it’s the same with all the 3-D toons. They create them; put them in their made-up world, and basically … well, we were all like robots. It’s different with 2-D; they’re just actors …”
Sandra’s eyes widened, “You can’t be serious … Gypsy would’ve told me. One of them would’ve told me.”
“I’m serious,” he replied grimly.
She shook her head, “No … they don’t have the power to do that!” she laughed, “Controlling toons like robots? I think you’ve seen too many sci-fi movies.”
“I’m serious.” He repeated, “And no, I’ve never seen a sci-fi film.”
Sandra stared at him, waiting for him to admit it’s a joke. And then she remembered something, “Okay, if what you’re saying is true- someone would’ve told someone and word of it would have gotten around.”
Randall scoffed, “Yeah … the only other 3-D character I’ve spoken to lately was my friend Fungus, and he thinks that it’s normal the way we were treated. But he wasn’t the one to take a couple whacks on the head in order to figure out it isn’t normal.”
“Is that why … Hopper … he was pretty badly messed up after the film. And you’ve got some pretty nasty scars …” she trailed off, trying to avoid staring at the scar across his skull.
“Yeah …” he muttered, “… You should see Syndrome. They managed to keep him alive, but he had to re-grow his hair and pay nearly all his toon money he got for the movie just for his arm to get re-drawn.”
“It’s not like they can feel it though,” Sandra pointed out.
Randall was confused, “What do you mean …?”
“Toons can’t feel pain,” she said matter-of-factly “… even humans know that.”
“Well, I could.” Randall admitted, “And so could the others …”
Sandra’s eyes widened, “Really?” Randall nodded. Sandra now understood why Gypsy was so eager to sue after the robotic bird accidentally nipped her arm.
“I can’t … I mean, none of us 2-D toons know what it’s like. Is it a lot like emotional pain?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess … only it hurts a lot more and you can’t control it. As in …” he searched for a good example, “As in others can’t cheer you up to make you feel better. Others can keep your mind off the pain, I’m sure, but it hurts …”
Sandra stared at the floor, hugging her midsection as she took all this in. She couldn’t begin to know what physical pain was, and no amount of describing could come close, she decided. She never knew what it was like to bleed- she’d merely get a red cut that didn’t flow blood, just remained there for an hour or less, and disappeared. Simple things as falling on her face, a past time she was used to, would only hurt for several seconds, and she’d see flying birds, or if she was lucky, stars. It didn’t really hurt as much as emotional pain- physical pain to her was like a very light slap on the arm.
She knew one thing- if it hurt much more than emotional pain, she would never be able to bear it.
She looked up from the ground, and Randall was just staring into space, as if lost in memory. She … well, she thought it wouldn’t feel right just snapping him out of it … but it was a rather awkward void …
“Umm … so, mind if I see that script of yours?”
“I left it in the car,” he replied, smiling a bit, “Didn’t want you to think I was hounding you to read it.”
She forced a shocked expression, putting her hand over her heart, pretending to sound touched, “Oh, and I thought you didn’t care about me …” she said, smiling. Randall looked slightly … scared from this sudden goofing off, and she laughed, “C’mon, I’m only trying to have fun with you,” she shook her head in disbelief, “Geez … so …” she looked around, “Do you wanna go on a ride or something? I mean … ever been on one before?”
“Not really, no …” he replied, remembering the chase in the door vault.
“Well, we’re definitely not going near that,” she pointed towards Splash Mountain, “I was dragged onto that ride, and Le Plume’s got the pictures to prove it. I hate roller coasters and fast moving rides, and thanks to my ex, everyone knows it …”
She looked over to Randall, and at the same time his eyes met hers. She felt like she was going to blush … which was stupid. He was good looking and all … but she would much rather be thrown into a can of Dip before she’d date again. Or fall in love again, for that matter.
“Umm …” she let out a nervous laugh, “You wanna just … walk around or something?” she asked with a small smile.
He smiled, “Yeah, sure … beats standing here …”
“Yeah …” she agreed.
Anyways, here's more. I really need to sort this out chapter by chapter ...
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Sandra nearly slipped on the roof while she tried to get down, since it was still a little wet from the rain, but she was happy to finally be on all four feet. With a slightly more relaxed sigh, she headed down the street, only to remember she’d have to find Randall sooner or later or else he’d be even more annoyed if she ended up leaving him here …
A distant splatter of water hitting wood caught her attention, and up ahead, pretty far, was Splash Mountain …. Damn she hated that ride … Le Plume dragged her and Packard on once …
She looked away, but then turned back that same instant. She could see Randall down there, near the gift shop, with Silver. Aw geez …
The next instant she heard a piercing scream, and she was suddenly lifted in a vice grip of hard metal, “Sandeee rah rah!!” it yelled.
“B.E.N …” she warned the robot, her arms practically nailed at her sides, “It’s nice to see you, but … put me down.”
“Oh … right,” he said sheepishly, putting her down gently.
“Where were you??” Randall’s voice demanded, and she flinched. Avoiding his eyes, she straightened her shirt, taking her time.
“Oy, missy!” Silver called, “If t’eh metal man bugs ye more, jus’ toss somet’in colorful an’ he’ll chase it.”
“I know” she replied, nodding, “Thanks for the reminder …” she glanced up and smiled at Silver uneasily, and her eyes unintentionally met Randall’s.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run off on you ... well, if I was trying to avoid you, I wouldn’t be standing here at the moment, now would I?” she asked.
Randall didn’t answer; he just sighed and folded his arms, looking away. He didn’t look too happy … in fact he looked downright pissed. She couldn’t blame him.
“What’s your name?” a girl’s voice asked, and Sandra looked over to see Lilo shaking B.E.N.’s hand, “I’m B.E.N.!” he greeted, his voice screeching a bit, “Bio-Electronic Navigator!”
Sandra groaned, putting her hand to her head, “… B.E.N. … d’you think you can hang out with …”
“Lilo.” The girl introduced.
“Right … Lilo … can you two just chat or go somewhere or something? I’m not trying to be mean,” she quickly apologized- (B.E.N was a very emotional robot), “But I need to speak with Randall here …”
“Uhh … sure.” Lilo decided, and she walked off with B.E.N, tugging his arm, “C’mon- you can help me find my friend!” she said happily.
Sandra waited until they were a good distance away … but she suddenly just lost her voice. She found herself wrapping her arms close to her body, looking at her feet as she walked slowly so that she was facing Randall. He glanced up, his eyes dark.
He spoke finally, “Listen, I shouldn’t have come here, it’s just …” he searched to find a good answer, “It’s … money’s been tight for me lately, and the only thing I could think of was to write a script. That’s it. It’s not exactly a good script, but I tried.” He shrugged. Sandra just watched him as he spoke- it was the first time they’d actually stopped arguing. She wondered if that would last long …
“You see … I hate Toon Town,” he admitted, looking at her, “I want my life to be the way it was- before I found out my life was a lie.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I found out it’s the same with all the 3-D toons. They create them; put them in their made-up world, and basically … well, we were all like robots. It’s different with 2-D; they’re just actors …”
Sandra’s eyes widened, “You can’t be serious … Gypsy would’ve told me. One of them would’ve told me.”
“I’m serious,” he replied grimly.
She shook her head, “No … they don’t have the power to do that!” she laughed, “Controlling toons like robots? I think you’ve seen too many sci-fi movies.”
“I’m serious.” He repeated, “And no, I’ve never seen a sci-fi film.”
Sandra stared at him, waiting for him to admit it’s a joke. And then she remembered something, “Okay, if what you’re saying is true- someone would’ve told someone and word of it would have gotten around.”
Randall scoffed, “Yeah … the only other 3-D character I’ve spoken to lately was my friend Fungus, and he thinks that it’s normal the way we were treated. But he wasn’t the one to take a couple whacks on the head in order to figure out it isn’t normal.”
“Is that why … Hopper … he was pretty badly messed up after the film. And you’ve got some pretty nasty scars …” she trailed off, trying to avoid staring at the scar across his skull.
“Yeah …” he muttered, “… You should see Syndrome. They managed to keep him alive, but he had to re-grow his hair and pay nearly all his toon money he got for the movie just for his arm to get re-drawn.”
“It’s not like they can feel it though,” Sandra pointed out.
Randall was confused, “What do you mean …?”
“Toons can’t feel pain,” she said matter-of-factly “… even humans know that.”
“Well, I could.” Randall admitted, “And so could the others …”
Sandra’s eyes widened, “Really?” Randall nodded. Sandra now understood why Gypsy was so eager to sue after the robotic bird accidentally nipped her arm.
“I can’t … I mean, none of us 2-D toons know what it’s like. Is it a lot like emotional pain?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess … only it hurts a lot more and you can’t control it. As in …” he searched for a good example, “As in others can’t cheer you up to make you feel better. Others can keep your mind off the pain, I’m sure, but it hurts …”
Sandra stared at the floor, hugging her midsection as she took all this in. She couldn’t begin to know what physical pain was, and no amount of describing could come close, she decided. She never knew what it was like to bleed- she’d merely get a red cut that didn’t flow blood, just remained there for an hour or less, and disappeared. Simple things as falling on her face, a past time she was used to, would only hurt for several seconds, and she’d see flying birds, or if she was lucky, stars. It didn’t really hurt as much as emotional pain- physical pain to her was like a very light slap on the arm.
She knew one thing- if it hurt much more than emotional pain, she would never be able to bear it.
She looked up from the ground, and Randall was just staring into space, as if lost in memory. She … well, she thought it wouldn’t feel right just snapping him out of it … but it was a rather awkward void …
“Umm … so, mind if I see that script of yours?”
“I left it in the car,” he replied, smiling a bit, “Didn’t want you to think I was hounding you to read it.”
She forced a shocked expression, putting her hand over her heart, pretending to sound touched, “Oh, and I thought you didn’t care about me …” she said, smiling. Randall looked slightly … scared from this sudden goofing off, and she laughed, “C’mon, I’m only trying to have fun with you,” she shook her head in disbelief, “Geez … so …” she looked around, “Do you wanna go on a ride or something? I mean … ever been on one before?”
“Not really, no …” he replied, remembering the chase in the door vault.
“Well, we’re definitely not going near that,” she pointed towards Splash Mountain, “I was dragged onto that ride, and Le Plume’s got the pictures to prove it. I hate roller coasters and fast moving rides, and thanks to my ex, everyone knows it …”
She looked over to Randall, and at the same time his eyes met hers. She felt like she was going to blush … which was stupid. He was good looking and all … but she would much rather be thrown into a can of Dip before she’d date again. Or fall in love again, for that matter.
“Umm …” she let out a nervous laugh, “You wanna just … walk around or something?” she asked with a small smile.
He smiled, “Yeah, sure … beats standing here …”
“Yeah …” she agreed.