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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 17, 2005 16:08:51 GMT -5
Alright. Next chapter is up. This one has the setting up of Randall leaving the factory. Also, you'll start to see Celia more. She comes to allot of decisions in the chapter. Enjoy ^_^
Chapter 3 For Pity’s Sake Celia had been waiting in the Lobby for the past ten minutes now, twenty if you count before the C.D.A. arrived. There were agents guarding the door and questioning Floor F’s staff and Scarers about what had happened and what they had seen. None of them knew much. Celia on the other hand had been question but didn’t answer. Her sole concern was for Mike. He and Sully had been gone for too long. She stayed behind the Lobby desk, a hand to her mouth, her snake hair with pursed mouths and half open eyes. She was worried about him. She remembered that she had called over the loud speaker to stop Randall from catching up. But it didn’t help much. Fungus stayed behind while Randall had gone on into the Door Vault with Mike and Sully. She had tried to talk to Fungus, but he was already being bombarded with questions as it was. All though she knew Mike would be safe with Sully, he concern was for them getting hurt by Randall. She didn’t know the monster well. She dropped her arms, going into a crouch then sitting down behind the desk, holding her head with a hand, which the snakes had to wiggle out of. When Randall had first come the M.I. he was kinder. He worked is tail off to get to the title of Top Scarer. He had succeeded in record time. During those confident times, he wasn’t always snapping at people, yelling and shouting. He actually sat down and talked about simple things. Like a normal monster. But now. Something had made him change for the worse. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Which is why she called on the loud speaker and not for the C.D.A. Of course, she mostly did it so Mike wouldn’t get the end of it. She didn’t like what Randall had become. But still she didn’t know why. He had a history with Mike and Sully, sure. But the way Randall looked. The fear in Mike’s voice. Did Randall really meant to kill them? Celia shook her head, her snakes looking questioningly at what she was thinking. No no. Randall couldn’t. Even though he had changed, he always seemed like the kind who wouldn’t hurt someone. Let alone kill them. She had to know. She had to know if Mike and Sully were alright. She had to know if Randall didn’t do what she think he had done. She got back up, a focused look on her face. Leaning down at first, she retrieved one of the small yet heavy phone books under the desk. If Randall had come back, and he had hurt Mike and Sully, she had to protect herself. He snakes looked side to side before she did to see if any agent was nearby before she started into the halls for the floor. * “You may be a talented fighter and Scarer my boy….but your always too over confident of yourself!” Waternoose laughed, enjoying Randall’s simple yet effective pain. Randall rushed through any back up options he had. He was a quick thinking, but the situation proved to be to Waternoose’s advantage. “Consider your promotion Mr. Boggs…..to be your death….” he chuckled, leaving Randall with wide eyes and opened jaw. What was he going to do now!? Waternoose looked at his pawn in this collection of lies and betrayal. He knew that Randall would have won this fight if he hadn’t let his emotions get the best of him, though Randall knew that as well. Waternoose moved over to Randall’s side, his front right claw still digging into Randall’s tail, which was still leaking. He rose his left claw, smiling as he readied to stab it right between Randall’s eyes. “What’s going on!”. Randall and Waternoose both looked to the entrance of the Scare Floor. Both shocked to see that someone had come. * Celia stood where she was, unable to make heads or tails, literally, of this situation that she saw. Waternoose. The beloved boss of Monsters Inc. The monster who was to continue on the company as it’s CEO. The monster who had shown compassion for his Scarers. And Randall. The monster who had changed. The monster who seemed to have caused all this. The monster who had threatened the life of the two people she had cared about. But this….this she had not expected. The CEO’s claw was digging into Randall’s tail, Randall holding back yells of pain with his teeth. Celia thought that Waternoose would never do such a thing. Knowing the risk of slitting Randall’s tail, he could die. Randall had known this, he had not gotten up. But why would the CEO do such a thing? She started over, her shocked look still on her face as she stopped near Waternoose, unable to determine what ha happened. * Waternoose at first was shocked, but then his web of lies concocted a new abomination that he would set on Celia. “Ah…Celia good…I was hoping someone would come….now…be a good girl and call the C.D.A…..” Waternoose asked, trying not to order. * Celia didn’t move. She didn’t know what had happened. He vision shifted to Randall on the floor. “No…no Celia…he’s….” Randall struggle to say, still hiding his pain behind his clenched teeth. “Quiet Boggs! You caused enough trouble already with bringing a human child in!” Waternoose yelled back. Celia looked over at Waternoose. The monster’s eyes were filled with hate, but more than Celia thought he should have. Was this Waternoose at all? She looked back to Randall, who still seemed to want to convince her of something, convince her that something was wrong. “Don’t….don’t listen t to him Celia! He’s lying to you! I know….I know your smart enough to…to see past don’t believe him!” Randall yelled. Celia didn’t know what to do. Waternoose was her boss. The boss of everyone in this building. But what he was doing to Randall. No. This didn’t seem like the fatherly Waternoose at all. And Randall. He was…..he was just laying there while he could be bleeding to death. What had happened? She knew Randall was a fighter. He didn’t go down easy and tricks were something he could spot. But how could Waternoose get him like this? Something wasn’t right…. Randall heaved breaths as he spoke once more. “He…planned this Celia….not just me but Sullivan…and Wazowski too…..don’t….don’t believe him…” he heaved. Celia took it in now. The way Randall looked. Those emerald eyes of his. They didn’t show that scowling look. They looked almost like they were before. When Randall seemed happy in his life. He didn’t lie then…did he? “Celia…”. She looked to Waternoose. He was starring at her with an ordered glance. “Go on now….get the C.D.A. so they can take this scaly away….” he ordered. Celia knew that wasn’t Waternoose. In the few times she had seen Waternoose talk about Randall or talk to him, he never said that racial word. Paired with Randall’s eyes or honesty, she also knew that he was the only one who knew what happened to Mike and Sully. She had to make a choice. Help Randall or help Waternoose. Which one?
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 17, 2005 16:09:30 GMT -5
* Celia nodded, looking ahead. Waternoose glanced back at Randall with a sick look that any deranged monster would. “Now you’ll be with others like you scaly” Waternoose said with a smile. “Don’t call him that!”. Before Waternoose could react, he felt an abundant of weight slam into the back of his neck. He fell to the floor, his claw lifting out of Randall’s pinned tail, sending a spurt of vital fluid into the air. * Randall squinted to deal with the pain, but didn’t move himself or his tail yet. He just watched in amazement as Celia crouched down next to his face, looking over at Waternoose, the phone book she had carried in laying next to the unconscious crab monster. Celia had listened to him…. She looked back at him, a stern face. “Randall….what happened?” she asked. He could tell she wanted to know. Wanted to know what happened to Sullivan and Wazowski. She wanted to know of the madness that stirred in the halls…. Randall didn’t get to his feet, but turned onto his back and leaned up. Holding his upper body up with his hands, he took his bottom feet and grasped the start of his tail from his body. He heaved several breaths as he looked at the near death wound. Waternoose had luckily not pierced all the way through, but the hole was dark and deep, still bleeding with trickles. He noticed Celia rush to her feet, looking for a second, then grab something. When she came back down, he noticed what she had. It was a roll of paper towels. The monster at the station used them as coasters for the cup of coffee that Randall personally now knew well. She looked for a moment at him. He gave a gittered smile. Celia knew he didn’t like his tail to be grabbed by anyone, one of his anger turn-ons one would think. Randall thought it was nice she respected that. He held his tail firmly as Celia quickly wrapped several rolls around the wound as tightly as she could. Telling Randall to hold it, she got some tape and enforced the makeshift bandage. Shortly she was done. Randall looked over his tail for a minute. She had done good patch work. Then again, Celia always seemed like the type to be good at such things. The bleeding hadn’t stopped, but was slowing. He had owed her. Forgetting his tail for the moment, he looked back to Celia. “T…Thanks…” he said. For a moment, Celia didn’t reply, but got to her point. “What happened Randall?” she asked, as low as she could for him to hear. Randall knew that Celia had at least some knowledge of the situation, so he tried to be as vague as possible. “Waternoose…..he did this all….it was for the….profit of screams ehh…”. Randall stopped, still feeling the surge of pain in his tail. “Ehh….he….he made me pawn…forced me to do what he wanted….and well……”. He looked over to the tunnel to the Door Vault, Celia doing the same. “In the end….Sullivan and Wazowski…”. He looked down, Celia not looking at him. “….They…..fell…..I don‘t know if they died….they may be in the human world I heard the door but nothing else so they may have….but…”. * Celia finally looked back at Randall now. She didn’t know completely everything. But she could tell he had regret in what he had done. He had guilt. Waternoose had forced him into it. She could tell by Waternoose’s voice. She had forced him into a spot he could not escape. He was ordered to get rid of them. Randall had done it by his own hand, and he was guilty for it, but it was not completely his fault. She thought she would be angry at what Randall had done to Mike and Sully. But she felt pity for Randall. Mike and Sully could still be alive. Randall had said all he heard was a door being smashed to pieces. Celia held onto that hope. But now she felt a lower degree of anger toward Waternoose that Randall had. The monster had tricked everyone, made them pawns and sacrifices. “I’m sorry Celia…..”. Randall was serious in his tone, she could tell. She had never seen him this way before. It was like every time he had a small hint of regret for something, he didn’t actually come out and say he was sorry. “Ohh…”. Randall’s head fell and his eyes closed as Celia looked to where the sound had come from. She saw a shadow near the trash bin of the table next to the one Randall was against. “What’s that?” she asked. Randall didn’t open his eyes, looking down. “I didn’t know why they had her Celia…..all I knew was that I was trying to get her back to her door so I could end this….” he said. Instantly, Celia knew who it was. She placed a hand on Randall’s shoulder, assuring him that things would be at a truce between them for the time being. She got up heading to where the kid was. * Randall didn’t know why. He felt tired. He wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss that had contributed, but he could feel it. His eyes felt weak with the rest of his body. But he knew he could recover. All he needed was rest. But not now. Not here. He heard Celia near him, so he opened his eyes to look up at her. She had the kid in her arms. She still looked scared out of her mind, but so far Celia was doing a good job of calming her down. Randall felt like kicking himself in the tail. He would have if it would hurt so much and he had the energy to. He couldn’t help but wonder how the kid was. She had seen him hurting Waternoose. Hurting someone else. Randall knew she was scared to death of him….. But Randall didn’t want to scare her that way. Sure. Scaring is what he did. But that was roars, scary positions and such. Not scaring a person by hurting someone else or putting an Extractor in front of them. He couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of him right now. He didn’t want to bear it. But then again. It ended now. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore. He wanted to end this. Randall slowly twisted himself onto his stomach and got to his feet. He held onto the table with all hands, feeling unbalanced and weak in his bones. But he ignored it. Turning to Celia, he gave a deep sigh. “Ok….Celia….I’ll get the kid back….I…I don’t know what to do after it though” Randall said. Honestly he didn’t. The C.D.A. and Waternoose would no doubt go against Randall, Celia and a few Scarers may go on Randall’s side but…. He saw Celia looking at him with compassion. She could see the difficulty he was having through this. He had been used. He had been the pawn in everything, used like a dog for a hunter. Waternoose was the hunter, and Randall was the dog. Randall tore his look from Celia away, heading to the door. Grasping it firmly with his right top hand, he opened it. “….No….”. It just opened up to the other side. It wasn’t to the kid’s room. * “Thank you for your corporation Mr. Oz….”. Agent 11 briskly shook the hand of the Assistant, finally letting him leave with a regretful look on his face. Turning to Agent 13, he shook his head. “It’s Boggs alright….” 11 said with a shake of his head. 13 nodded. “What a disappointing turn of events….Number 1 won’t like this….”. The two turned to look over the Lobby, seeing many more agents questioning Scare Floor F’s employees. 11 shook his head. “Yes…she will be very disappointed to hear that covering this operation had failed…” he said at a whisper. 13 chuckled. “Heh heh…guess we should have believed when we were told this Extractor was a dangerous idea…”. “Hmm…wait a moment…” 11 said with a deep voice. 13 watched as the agent scanned the Lobby. He had missed someone. “….Where’s Ms. Mae?”.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 17, 2005 16:10:43 GMT -5
* Celia stood in watch at Randall’s scaled, blue strip back. She could tell that he had a shocked look on his face. He closed the door slowly, gripping the handle hard. He hadn’t noticed. “Randall….”. “He cut off the power….great….and they probably have C.D.A. all over the place…” Randall announced. Randall knew he could vanish, sure. But between keeping the kid quiet and concentrating on staying unseen, paired with the fact he had to keep her concealed in all hands for the entire time, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t ask Celia either. Randall turned around. “They cut off the power Celia…I can’t get her back…”. Celia could see that he had yet again been pushed into a new hard place. They couldn’t take the kid back. Celia was about to try and comfort Randall in all this, but. “Tssh….Agent 13 to Agent 11 no sight of Celia Mae in Floor E, heading to Floor F…..”. They both looked over to the entrance of the Scare Floor. Randall’s quick thinking skimmed through each positive and negative option. If they found him here with Celia, she’d be taken in too. If he left them, he’d be leaving the kid in who knows what kind of danger. He only had one option that seemed to work out. He quickly looked back at Celia. “Give me the kid…”. “What?” Celia asked, confused at what he was thinking. Randall shook his head. “No time…I’ll take the kid and get out of here….if I can get her out of the city away from the C.D.A. I could figure out some way to get her back to her door” Randall quickly explained. Celia could tell Randall was making this up as he went along. She heard another crackle of the C.D.A. which made her decision forced. Randall could see she still had questions that needed answers. “Celia I swear….as soon as I find a place where me and the kid can hide I’ll call you…”. Celia remembered. Randall had her number memorized, being the Lobby Receptionist, he had contacted her a few times. Randall glared at the entrance, the to Celia. He turned around, his back to her. “Put the kid on my back ok….I have only one way out of here….”. Celia nodded. Moving over to his side she placed the child on his upper back. She was still scared, even as Randall twisted his top hands back to hold onto her arms, almost like a piggy back ride. When he found she was securely on him, Randall turned back to her. Celia could tell Randall was unsure about what he was doing, but also knew the monster had no other options. “You’ll call me….” Celia assured. Randall nodded, looking past her in a second. “Yeah….but Celia….d…” Randall bit his forked tongue, but reminded himself he only had a few moments. “Cover for me and..…Be safe…”. With that, Randall took off for the Scare Floor north wall. The kid whimpered with fear as the objects she saw go by in incredible speed. Celia watched as Randall scaled the wall with six limps, his tail still shaking with pain as he reached the top. Lowering his fronds and using his head, he pushed the sky light window that every station had and opened it upward, crawling through. * Agent 13 turned into Scare Floor F. “What happened here!?”. Celia was kneeling on the ground next to Waternoose, a shocked look on her face. She looked like her eyes were watery. When she picked her head up to noticed the agent, she strained her voice. “He….he went in there!!!” she yelled, pointing to the tunnel leading to the Door Vault. The agent ran over, brining up his communication to his mouth slit. “Agent 13 to Lobby Crew….we have the CEO down and possibly injured civilian….get a recovery team here now! And send a recon team to the Door Vault!” he yelled, kneeling down next to Waternoose, observing him. Celia held back her want to smile. The tear stains were just some of the spilt coffee and her strain was fake…… * Randall got to his feet when he reached the outside of Monster Inc.’s confines. Reaching a tree, he half leaned on it, he watched the scene. Monsters Inc. had become a terrible place now. Once it was all Randall had dreamed to be in. Now it was a place of once blissful memories now turning into complete disasters. He lost himself there today. He lost to his anger and frustration. Perhaps killing those that he wished he never had even met. But…. “Oohh..” the kid snuffled from behind him, digging the side of her head deeper into Randall’s back chest scales. Randall tilted his head slightly. “(Don’t worry….when things cool down….I’ll getcha back….)” he thought. He turned back to give one final gaze at the building. He had become a Scarer when he entered those doors the first day on the job. It was what he trained his whole life, or at least when he could, for. He wanted to be someone to be remembered. Top Scarer did that for him. But then he lost it. Only to have it used against him. It was Randall’s own character, and mostly the forcing of Waternoose, that caused him to be where he was. Now he had a human child he had to take care of till he could put her back. Faintly. Randall didn’t know what to do. But he did know he could contact someone he hadn’t seen in years. Before he turned, Randall took one last sentence to be carried into Monsters Inc. “Thanks Celia….”. He turned, walking off…..mixed feelings dwelling inside….
Sorry it's so long, but it had to be that way. Well....looks like Celia is having some difficulty with how to process these things. She'll appear more in the story, Fungus too. Hope you liked it, tell me what'cha think ^_^
Next chapter is Randall's thoughts, and the call to an old friend......^_^
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Post by pitbulllady on Mar 17, 2005 18:02:52 GMT -5
Celia's last name is "Peterson", according to her bio in "Disney Adventures". "Mae" is her MIDDLE nama-Celia Mae Peterson. It's a Southern thing; lots of Southern gals have "Mae" as a middle name-Sally Mae, Ida Mae, etc. Celia Mae DOES have a Southern accent(being voiced by Jennifer Tilly, who is from one of the Southern states, Texas, I think-have to check IMDb data base). According to her bio, her age is "29 and Holding" and her weight is "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS"!
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 17, 2005 18:48:31 GMT -5
Ok......But she's usually called Celia Mae......
And....comments?
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Post by pitbulllady on Mar 17, 2005 21:59:20 GMT -5
Yeah, I know she's called Celia Mae, since most woman who have "Mae" as a middle name are called by both names. I've known many myself, since like I said, it's popular in the South to give "Mae" as a middle name. I've known a couple of Ida Maes, a Cora Mae, a Judy Mae and even a Johnny Mae(named after her father, who had no sons), and you had to call them by both their first and middle names.
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Post by Ranger Parsec on Mar 17, 2005 22:50:50 GMT -5
Very nice third chapter. The interaction between Randall and Ceila was very nice. I liked how Ceila finally listened to him and helped him out. ^_^ Good move on Ceila's part.
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Post by MelTSS on Mar 19, 2005 3:05:55 GMT -5
=D Can't wait fer more! ^ ^ *sits and waits and doodles a bit*
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 22, 2005 19:48:57 GMT -5
Next chapter's up! This sets up for Randall getting a hideaway.
Anyway. The first part introduces someone most of you already know by Randall's past ^_^. Don't worry, I won't reveal much ^_^ Anyway. Enjoy....
Chapter 4 A Friend’s Hideaway (BBBRRRR) (BBBRRRR) (EERRROOOCCCHHH) “This is a recording….”. “I’m busy right now so leave your message after the beep….I will get to them as soon as I can….”. (BEEP) “Lan! Lan! Pick up! Oh please pick up!…..Come on…..come on….please!”. (EERRROOOCCCHHH) “Yes yes who is this?”. “Lan it’s me….Randall”. “Randall….Randall….Oh! Boggs of course….”. “Lan listen…I didn’t know who else to call about this but…listen Lan…what I’m about to tell you please don’t tell anyone….”. “…..Ok Randall what’s wrong?”. “Allot of complicated matters…..but the end result is I got that kid their looking for on the news”. “What?”. “It’s complicated but…..I was going to send her back but they cut the power for the doors so I had to run….”. “Why call me?”. “Lan I…..listen Strife told me that when he was away that if I got into any trouble with the C.D.A. to call you….”. “……Alright fine….listen….don’t go back to your place….”. “I didn’t….I’m calling from a payphone….”. “Good….now listen….I didn’t expect this but I do have an option for you….”. “Anything….”. “Alright….near Monstropolis boarder where the forest is there’s a cabin….me and my dad use to go up there when I was a kid…..as far as anyone is concerned it’s private property….I kept it incase I every wanted to leave the city for awhile….”. “And this helps me how?”. “Randall listen….I’ll let you hide there….I haven’t been there so some of the necessities might be unavailable…the key is in the water drainage pipe for the roof…ok?”. “I’ll take what I got…”. “Good….now….how long has it been since you left?”. “I don’t know a few minutes maybe…”. “Ok….you have a few hours before they start announcing to find you…and perhaps the kid as well….so you have only that time to get some supplies….”. “And what am I suppose to do then!?”. “Randall calm down….getting panicky at this point isn’t good believe me…”. “S….Sorry….”. “Now listen….I’ll get through to Strife as soon as I can….he’ll find a way for you to get the kid back….”. “So….stock up….hide….and wait right?”. “Essentially yes….”. “Ehh…ok”. “Good luck Randall….if you have any trouble call me….with all this I should be here most of the time….”. “Thanks Lan….”. “Be careful….now here are the directions….”
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 22, 2005 19:53:06 GMT -5
* Randall heard the change dispense as he put the phone on the vertical receiver. He sighed heavily, trying to take in the events. After he had ran out of Monsters Inc., he had gotten to the city limits. Specifically one with mostly reptilian citizens. The area was basically half into the city, the other half into the outskirts. He had ran for several minutes, ducking into alleys and trying his best to avoid main roads. Which led him to his current place. It was an ending street that led into a road of the outskirts. The sidewalk and a few street lamps accompanied the few establishments that were around. The other few passers by and shouters from apartment buildings didn’t care to look at him most of the time. They just thought that the monster was just jogging with his kid. Of course, Randall reminded himself that if anybody asked, that’s what he would answer by. And if they commented on the wrapping around his tail, he would just reply he didn’t have enough for a tail warmer. Randall felt he was finally getting some luck. Tilting his head to the kid on his back, he smiled. She had practically fallen asleep. Everything that happened this morning would have tired anybody out. He had had an easier time two. He didn’t want anyone hearing her cries. One might have gotten suspicious. Randall straightened, making sure not to wake the kid up, before starting off with directions Lan had given him. During his unnoticed walk, Randall began to think about the future. When he found Lan’s cabin, he’d get the kid settled in. Their had to be a bed there. He’d make sure it was safe of course, and make sure she could leave it. Then he’d sneak back to his apartment. Lan was right. They would probably be examining his apartment for any signs of his whereabouts. But he needed to get his money and a few things before they started trashing the place. He was sure the C.D.A. wouldn’t take it easy on his affections. But then Randall reminded himself. When he was sure no one was going to cut in front of him, he tilted his head back to look at the kid. She was sleeping, her eyes closed. Why were monsters scared of humans? Sure. Randall knew what adults could do. But why be afraid of children? He knew that toxic ideal was a lie. But why say such a thing if it is a lie? Randall shook his head, looking back to his front, still walking. He had more than that to worry about. He had no idea how long before all this would blow over and he could get the kid back. But all he knew was that he had to take care of her till then. But…..how? He didn’t know. He never had had a kid of his own. A one so young as this either. He didn’t….have a father or a mother to tell him how to be one. In the eyes of elders, Randall was still a child himself. What was he suppose to do? His brother had been with him, like a dad. But Randall could hardly remember the times when he was the same age as the child on his back. How was he suppose to act? What responsibilities did he have? Such questions boggled his mind. And it’s not like he could sit down and read a “Guide to Fathering” book or something. Besides. Adding in the fact that the kid was HUMAN made a bigger difference. How was he suppose to be a HUMAN father? Randall’s vision shifted to the cracked gray cement at his three toed feet, still deep in thought. Why him? Why was it always him? He could have left the kid to Celia, but that would have been irresponsible. Even if he did, the C.D.A. would have gotten hold of her before Celia could even had gotten out of the Floor. Randall did a gittered chuckle. “(Heh heh….now more than ever I need my parents heh)” he laughed to himself in thought, slowly regressing to a state of sorrow. He tried to make a joke out of the situation. Randall had only tried in very few times in such situations, but never seemed to work. All it did was make him more sad. Why did he have to take responsibility? He had no parents. No current siblings. Few friends that can physically help him. Not to mention that the C.D.A. and Monsters Inc.’s high rankers are hot on his bleeding tail. And soon, as Lan said, the whole city will know who to look for. But he had allot more going on in his head. Not only was their the responsibility of the kid. But there was also growing guilt. What he did back there. With Sullivan and Wazowski. Why? Why did he do it? Why did he let the anger get the best of him? Why did he do that to them. Randall knew he was no killer. He knew he never wanted to be. He had been forced by Waternoose in a style of blackmail. He had worked to death on a machine for months, which Sullivan had destroyed in only a few seconds. He had given them a chance to get out of the mess and they didn’t take it. They only got in deeper. Randall had never wanted to hurt them. He said so himself. “James P. Sullivan will be working for me”. Yes. He wanted just that. For Sullivan to be below him like he should be. But now…. Randall gave a heavy blink, looking back up. He regretted. Yes. He wished things never turned out this way. His life had been complicated enough. Now it was slowly becoming unbearable. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even them. Sure. He hated their guts and he wanted something, SOMETHING….to show them he wasn’t lower than they were. But not this….. Randall wished to himself that they were still alive. He had no idea why. His empty thoughts, where threats laid, did want them dead. But he never wanted to actually do it at all. But the fact he probably did….led him to guilt. But….why did they want to hurt him with the kid? Why did they still keep the kid even after they knew he was in enough trouble? Randall didn’t understand it. Was there something he had missed? Randall shook his head. No. He did wish they were still alive. But he already had problems to deal with. His deep thought had made him completely forget where he was going. But as fate would have it, he found himself on the forest trail near Monstropolis outskirts. Randall remembered the directions Lan had given him from here. So he started up, his thoughts still chasing after him.
For those who don't know Lan, let me give you a brief description. He's about the size of a 18 year old male. He has the body of an iguana with few exceptions..... Oh heck... Here's Randall's description of him:
"His scale tone was green, slightly darker from green’s true color. He had thin, frond-like spikes that went down his back, kinda like mine but shorter and thin. His eyes were similar to mine, but a little smaller. He had two arms and legs, his hands five fingered, and his feet were three-toed. His other features included his tail. It was longer than mine, that's for sure. It was like the rest of his body. He was sitting down on the bench, his tail between his legs. Aside from himself, he had glasses on, black colored. And he had a silver cane "
Oh...and....a defining characteristic...... He's blind....
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Post by tailmister on Mar 23, 2005 2:20:08 GMT -5
Wow... Waternoose destroying the Boggs family like that?
Sheesh, Randall's a mere toddler compared to Waternoose, in terms of villanary.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 3, 2005 14:27:14 GMT -5
Alright... Who wants the next chapter?
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 20, 2005 13:42:52 GMT -5
Whoa! It's been a while since I updated this. Anyway. Hope you all are enjoying this.
This chapter features where Randall and Boo will be staying for nearly the whole story. I was actually surprised at myself. The DESCRIPTION blew me away actually...seemed better than any descritpition I have done. Anyway. Enjoy. Light Rises, I know you like detail, so check it out too ^_^
Chapter 5 The Hideaway It was going to be getting dark soon. Randall didn’t know if any true dangerous wildlife was out here. If they got to the cabin they’d be fine. Randall started to wish he had brought at least one pair of shoes. His feet were really starting to hate him from the rocks and twigs. Going up a small hill, passing by tall trees and tiny rocks. His body was getting cold. He was lucky the kid was in something warm. Randall on the other hand was bare in scales. It was November. Which meant that the weather would be it’s coldest ever. The place was like any old forest. Randall had heard on the news that they would soon turn the place into industry. He didn’t relatively like the idea. Everywhere was becoming industrialized nowadays. Can’t they leave at least one natural thing in this world? Randall reached the top, a smile appearing across his face. There it was. Setting on a strong foundation, surrounded by fallen leaves and tiny pebbles was the cabin Lan had told about. Starting from the top. There were shingles for the ceiling, all tight together with no signs of deteriorating. Heading down half under it was the wall. The building had smooth brown and almost redish tan wood. Sturdy, Randall could tell. There were two cherry wood bordered windows, shades already down. The door was wood too, simple design actually, having a frame second door in front of it with metal springs for opening and closing auto. There was a porch of course. Nothing was on it. But it was bordered by light brown boards and had a checkered underside, which dug deep into the foundation of the building. It was small. About a quarter the size of the Scare Floor. Maybe half if Randall wasn’t looking at it right. Heading over, he walked, with little difficulty, up the stairs to the door. Opening the frame with one bottom hand, he gripped the handle of the main door. It wouldn’t budge at all. “(What?!….Oh….right…)” he reminded himself. Closing the frame slowly, he went over to the left side of the cabin, looking at the white drain pipe that connected to the ceiling gutters. Lowering slightly, he dug his hand in. Pulling his hand out, he was rewarded with a silver key that matched the door’s keyhole. Heading back with key in hand this time, he opened the frame and then the main door, stepping inside. * Randall peered around the room. Since the would be staying here for who knows how long, he might as well know it well. The middle of the solid wooden floor had a green and white carpet that looked pretty ragged. Randall just guessed it had been here since the cabin was built. He looked on his left, starting right beside him. There was a dark brown 3 slit shelf. The first slit had some small and large books set into it. A few Randall actually knew. The set was put between two black metal bookends, while at the end of the slit there was a jar of pencils and different pens. The second slit had a few tapes. Some look like Lan’s personal ones, but there were many that were movies from a few years ago. The last slit near the bottom had a few large paper binders, like the ones for school. Randall didn’t care to look through them yet. There was also a red toolbox sitting to the side, along with an unplugged microwave. Continuing on with the left wall. Past the shelf, there were two cushioned rocking chairs set against the wall. Next was a tall cabinet that Randall swore would reach up to his top hands. Beside that was a slightly dusted oval table. Randall could tell it had been moved a long time ago, considering the slits in the rug. Past that near the back was a refrigerator. An old style. Simple white with metal designs, though it’s white enamel was scratched. Past that at the end was a bunk bed. Same wood as the shelf and table. There were already pillows there, and dark blue blankets as well. Looking to the north wall now. Randall saw a dart board hung on the wall by a rust nail, it’s darts hiding in a side case. Below it was a trunk, looked to be made out of dark leather. In the right corner there was a door that probably led to the bathroom. Near the front of that there was a light blue and dark white couch. Surprisingly in good condition. Leading up, there was a T.V. set against the wall. Randall could tell it was a model from at least the past 5 years. Besides, if it didn’t work, Randall knew he could fix it. Nearing the final corner, Randall saw a small stove and oven that looked about half the size he was and beside it was a stand with, low and behold, a telephone.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 20, 2005 13:43:22 GMT -5
Randall finally stopped observing, and started to walk toward the bed in the corner. His feet awed with pleasure, finally liking their master from switching from sharp rocks to smooth carpet, or rug, basically the same. The place did have a few pieces of extra space, but Randall felt he’d take care of it later. He got over to the bed, turning his back to it and gently crouching down. His tail hit the wooden base, making him cringed for a moment. When he felt the kid had made contact with the bed, he moved her arms away from his neck. Keeping a hand on her so she wouldn’t fall, he turned back to face her. She was tired, moving her head slightly with an exhausted breath. Randall smiled. She could be scared of him when she was tired. Taking her in his top hands, he placed her head slowly on the white pillow. Seeing she was comfortable, she pulled the covers up slightly. For a moment he just stood there, watching as she slept. He hadn’t really noticed how innocent children look when they slept. Of course, Randall hadn’t thought about this. All he thought about was, in such situations, was scareing the living daylights out of the kid. But now as he watched her, his Scarer talent didn’t seem to matter. It was as if the world didn’t matter to her. Randall felt nearly the same way…. Shaking his head, Randall moved off to the end of the bunk bed, placing his right palms on the end pole. He thought it best to check the “necessaries” that Lan mentioned. Of course that meant water, food, electricity, working pipes, such things like that. Yeah. It was best to check now then get whatever he’d need after re-visiting his apartment. Tapping his six fingers on the pole, he turned first to something that would be important in updating his situation, and of course entertainment, the T.V. Heading over to it, Randall flipped it’s on switch. It was a button, not a knob, which he was more thankful for. Nothing happened. Walking over to it’s back, he checked it’s in and out wires. Randall didn’t know if there was an electrical line somewhere, but he bet it was underground or something. Wanting to look inside, Randall gazed around the cabin for something to use. Re-spotting the toolbox, he got it and brought it open, opening it to find a gold mine in his machiners mind. Taking a screw driver, he unhitched the back and took a quick peek inside. He grinned at the site. It was in good condition, but dusty. All that was missing was a Projector Lamp, this one broken. Getting it back on, Randall got up and went over to the bathroom. It was a tight place. Randall was beginning to wonder how Lan used it, having nearly half his body be his incredibly long tail. Though it was tight, Randall fit in. A sink and mirror on the left, a cylinder shower on the right. Ahead was the toilet. Randall nearly held a barf at the state of it. It was backed up to near impossibility. And he bet his money that the pipes were in bad condition. He could fix machines, but when it came to pipes, Randall hated them. Getting back out, he reminded to close the door. He took a moment to glance at the kid, seeing her still asleep on the lower bunk bed, resting silently. He gave a slight smile, heading over to the fridge. Taking a moment to get the thing open, he looked inside. All he could see was a plate with bare bones on it, a few cola cans, a few rotten vegetables in left open bags, and a few condiment packets, probably from ordering out. Randall growled slightly. He had to stretch any money he had. But then again, he did have a stock of money for something he was funding for. Shaking his head, Randall closed the fridge door, placing his left elbows on the cold metal. Things were switching good and bad all over the place. His emerald eyes shifted to the stove. Walking over, he studied it for a moment. Looked like an auto gas burner, as in one you didn’t have to light a match for. Setting a heat temp, Randall twisted another nob beside a picture with a square of four orbs, all hollow, except the lower right which was filled. Randall just thought it indicated which part of the stove was on. After a moment nothing happened. “(Darn it….what next….)”. Randall placed his hands to his hips, shaking his head. “(Just great….gonna get cold…..huh?)”. Randall dipped his head slightly to the left at the side window, just beside the stove. He could see something white. Blinking once, Randall looked back at the kid. Still sleeping. Looking back, Randall reminded he wasn’t in an apartment anymore. Heading to the door, he opened it and went outside. Going around to the cabin’s right, he saw what provided heat. Sitting next to the cabin was a large, white oval propane tank. Randall couldn’t tell how it’s condition was, but for the moment he didn’t care, if it worked that was good enough. Heading over to it’s side, he saw the red handle to turn the thing on. Grasping it with two hands, he pulled it back. With a squeaking sound, it twisted. A sound came from the tank, almost like a dull hiss. Randall smiled. Success! Heading back in and trying the stove again, Randall got a good sign. It worked. Along with it, he could feel the cabin getting warmer. Good. Turning around, Randall put his hands together, rubbing them like a handyman. “(Alright….the heat works….I can fix the T.V…..the bathroom pipes are busted…I’ll have to stock up some food….but I expected that….what else….what else…)” Randall checked off. His head tilted to his left, as if indicating to him. Of course the phone. Randall had recalled seeing telephone poles and wires as he walked to get here. It must work. Walking over, Randall looked at the model. It was a black shiny phone with white push-in dials going in a circle manner. The receiver itself was normal size. It was then Randall remembered he actually had a purpose for it. “Celia….” he whispered to himself. He stomped his front left foot on the rug. He should have called her back on the street. Then again…. Randall picked it up, shaking his head. Taking a moment to remember he number, he dialed.
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Post by Greenstars on May 1, 2005 23:20:32 GMT -5
Nice. I loved Randall's letter at the beginning. I actually cringed at the mental image I had when Waternoose dug his claw through Randall's tail. I got a wee bit queasy at the thought. Ouch...
But anyway, I'm really enjoying this! *thumbs up*
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