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Post by andiboi on Mar 17, 2008 20:15:52 GMT -5
Timothy stood, holding his shirt up, looking at his stomach. Seeing alittle that only he can see, oblivious to his own good looks.
Stomach pains, cause him to convulse, falling a little, but catching himself on the sink. He felt like vomiting; coughing and gagging on his on saliva he dragged himself over to a stall.
He clung to the edge of the toilet, he continued to gag, but nothing was coming out. How could anything come up if he hadn't eaten anything that day.
He sat down on the tiled floor, seeing a slight silhouette of himself, and once again he felt sicken.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on May 23, 2008 19:45:48 GMT -5
Cuyler Hudd Zeeby was not one of the brightest kids on the bloke. If anything he was just a dull light, but his bright hair and randomosity made up for all of that.
He came barreling into the bathroom. Actually running, yes. Of course Mozzy would be running. He did, after all, have to go pee. Practically skipping up to the urinal he unzipped his pants and let all the fluid flow out of him. It was such a good feeling, going pee. You always felt so much better after you did it. Zipping his pants back up he wandered over to the sink and turned on the faucet. Mozzy hummed a soft tune while he lathered the soap all around his hands.
"Clean Clean Clean Clean....Everybody loves to be clean. Clean Clean Clean Clean! CLEANCLEANCLEAN! Yeeeaaaaahh." with that he turned off the tap and grabbed some paper towels. He took a step towards the garbage and plunked the handy towels of paper into it, then froze in place.
What was that sound? It sounded like a bird dieing. Or...he tiptoes over to the stall and knocked on the door, "H-hello?" he stuttered, nervous to know if there was actually somebody in there gaging. What if they died? That would be horrible. He would be the prime suspect being in the bathroom with the dieing fool. OH NO! What to do, what to do. If Alex or Cam were here they would know what to do. But they weren't allowed to come.
Cuyler ran his hands through his hair, and tugged on it. "Hello in there?" he said again, "Are you dieing?" by this time he had his ear against the door to the stall and was listening intently, "You don't sound too well. You should open the door. You need help, dear sir. YOU SOUND LIKE A DIEING BIRD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Mozzy was stressed.
He looked about frantically, for the person wasn't answering. Maybe he'd died! Oh no oh no oh no oh no. That couldn't be. That couldn't happen. He jumped up and down on the spot, "Dear sir dear sir! I don't want you to die. It would be awfully tragic. I don't even think I know you, but...death...is horrible." he trailed off, images of his dear mother and pet dog flashing across his thoughts.
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Post by andiboi on Jun 7, 2008 20:28:41 GMT -5
"I'm fine!" Tim stated to this awkward stranger, "i'm jsut feeling a bit under the weather, why are you prancing about the washroom???"
Tim stared at the shoes of the boy from within the stall, and watched his silhouette as it seemed to move around, never stayingt still.
Tim realized he hadn't even opened the door, as he did his eye fell on a deliscously randomly dressed boy. Being the hopeless boy addict he is, his heart skipped a beata and he began to stutter and sweat. "we . . . ll . . . ..we?ll weel??, w what were y you doing dancing through the washroom?" he said trying to said confident.
He began the tedious process of standing up, his head reeled, he slumped against the stall wall.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Aug 2, 2008 10:40:06 GMT -5
"I'm fine!" the boy stated, "i'm jsut feeling a bit under the weather, why are you prancing about the washroom???" the boy was still inside the stall. But his talking was calming him down now.
He is alive. There is nothing wrong with him. He's just....going ...to the bathroom?
Cuyler shuddered, then leaned up against the wall. He really had to go pee. GAAAHHEHHDGS! TOILETS! They're evil! They just want to suck you up and take you to another world. A world where creepy sewer creatures dwell and want to eat your internal oranges. Oranges? What? Oranges is what we eat too. I love oranges! Does that mean that I'm a sewer creature that dwells in the base of peoples toilets and eats their oranges! OH GAWSH! WHY! WHY HAS NOBODY TOLD ME THIS!
He slowly sidestepped away from the stall and found himself infront of the sink again. "I will not eat your oranges. I will not eat his oranges. I will not eat her oranges. I will not eat anyones oranges," he began to mutter to himself, "I will not eat them inside a box with a fox, wearing socks. I will not eat them by a train. I WILL NOT EAT THEM WITH A CRANE!" His words were mere whispers that he himself could barely hear. He didn't even realize he was speaking.
Bathrooms had always made him go crazy, ever since he was two years old. He had been learning to go to the bathroom on a potty and had managed to fall right in. Every time! EVERY TIME HE WENT TO THE BATHROOM, he fell in. Of course, he didn't know...but that was because when he had to sit on the toilet he made it as quick as he possibly could. No goofing around, staring at the toilet paper, or admiring the designs on the wall, or the graffiti on the stall door.
Mozzy's outward thoughts were interrupted when the boy opened the door.
He was alive!!!!!
"we . . . ll . . . ..we?ll weel??, w what were y you doing dancing through the washroom?" Mozzy had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't care either, he ran up to the boy and gave him a warm hug, "YOU'RE OKAY!" he said, a tear in one of his eyes, he let go of the hug and held the boy by his shoulders. He looked into the boy's eyes, serious, "I thought the toilet had eaten you! It's done that to me soooo many times! It's almost unbelievable! BUT! YOU, my new friend, are okay and alive looking well! This is good news!"
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Post by andiboi on Aug 2, 2008 11:26:47 GMT -5
Who is this guy . . . . he's very . . . odd! ugh soo tired . . . . . he's rather warm. I think i'll jsut sleep here . . . . . in his arms.
Timmy fell off into a dream of prancing boys and man eating toilets, slowly it became an adventure. Defeating giant man eating toilets, rescuing boys in distress and prancing happily ever after.
Timmy slowly woke up on the floor in the arms of a beautiful stranger.
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Aug 20, 2008 16:05:44 GMT -5
Cuyler. Must. Save. Toilets! Monsters! Mi Quesito! Stupid teacher, holding me up. Who knew what horrors Mozzy was going through? He had to save him. Had to! It was unheard of to go into public washrooms alone. There were terrors beyond imaginable there. What if the seats were too big and you fell in? Or if the toilet plugged? Or what if someone was watching you? It was just to atrocious to think of! And Cuyler was there. All alone. Helpless and at the hand of evil. No! He could not let this happen. He could not let anything hurt his precious cheese.
So, Camillo ran. Turning corners, not bothering to acknowledge anyone in the hall. Except for the mean looking man standing in front of him with hands on his hips. This man did not look happy at all. The bathroom was so close. Right behind the man, was the door with that little sign that read ‘BOYS’. In there, Mozzy would be trekking through uncharted lands. Alone. Cammy bit his lip and found himself squirming on the spot, wringing his hands. He already had a detention. He did not want another. Oh, but this man was in the way!
“Might you like to explain to me, young man, why it is you are running like a mad-man through the hallway? Shouldn’t you be studying away in class? Hmm?”
Hs voice was cold and his eyes were glaring holes into poor Cam. This guy obviously wasn’t going to let him through.
“Permiso Don…ahh…Proffesor, I just really, really needed to use the washroom is all,” he said pointing to the door.
The teacher glanced behind him momentarily before turning back to Camillo. “Is that so?” He asked quirking an eyebrow.
Este hombre…he was purposely holding him up. He’d never actually seen this teacher before. Maybe he was new?
“I’m really sorry but I must go right now. This is a matter between life or death!” He cried no longer able to wait out this man’s game. Pushing past the man he scurried into the washroom, shutting the door behind, hearing some tsking and muttering from the teacher as he walked away, presumably to the principle’s office. Unfortunately, Camillo would no doubt be getting in trouble, but no matter. He had made it! His eyes quickly glanced from side to side.
“Cuyler!” He called venturing into the fourth public washroom he’d ever been in. And there he was. Camillo nearly tackled poor Cuyler in his happiness of seeing him alive once more.
“Oh Cuyler. Pense que te avias muerto! You are so lucky. I thought for sure that the creatures living in the pipes had burst out and attacked you! Or that the toilets had swallowed you up, or maybe even drowned you! And I saw a man outside! I thought he was a teacher but then I thought, ‘what if he’s an evil alien that had kidnapped you while you were in the bathroom!’ Ai Mozzy it was horrible. Do not ever come in here alone again, I-who is this?” He asked stopping suddenly to look at the boy who looked as if he were sleeping.
Was this perhaps one of the prisoners that belonged to the hideous green slimed people that lived in toilets? Had Cuyler rescued him? Helped him escape? But wait. If this boy was a prisoner, and he escaped the clutches of the horrid little people then-
“We must leave right now! As we speak the Sewer people must be on his tracks! We have to get out of here before they do! Ah, pero….maybe we can slow their process by plugging their exit! Yes!” With tat Camillo all but jumped from his spot to grab handfuls of paper towels.
Imagination had always been one of Cammy’s best qualities, as well as one of his worst. He would often create these scenarios and act is they were real. Once they were games that he played when he was lonely, but now they seemed to be a part of him as much as his ears and nose were. It was all real to him, well, mostly, and the fact that the boy on the floor/Mozzy couldn’t have possibly come out of the toilet never crossed his mind. Right now he was set on plugging the exit for the Sewer people to surface. So the paper towel went into each toilet, successfully plugging each one.
“Ah, there. Now they will never come out,” Camillo said triumphantly. Looking over the scene, Cammy found his smile slightly faltering. He would be getting in trouble for this. A lot of trouble. Maybe…he had over done it again. It was so easy to get lost in what he was doing. Especially when he was around people like Cuyler, Alex, or even LaDon, who also participated in these antics. His parents would not be happy about this phone call at all.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Sept 15, 2008 20:00:58 GMT -5
“Cuyler!” a voice called, making his head turn to the direction of the bathroom door. The Evil Ones are COMING! THEY’RE COMING TO KILL US! He dropped the now sleeping male and readied himself for the attack.
“Oh Cuyler. Pense que te avias muerto!” His heart began to race like a fly with a lost wing, spinning in circles on the floor. The Evil One knew his name! How did it know his name? That was impossible! They must stalk him in his sleep...just like the Aliens! AND...they speak a different language! NOOOOO
“You are so lucky. I thought for sure that the creatures living in the pipes had burst out and attacked you! Or that the toilets had swallowed you up, or maybe even drowned you! And I saw a man outside! I thought he was a teacher but then I thought, ‘what if he’s an evil alien that had kidnapped you while you were in the bathroom!’ Ai Mozzy it was horrible. Do not ever come in here alone again, I-who is this?” Everything this person said pretty much just blew right by him. It was as if someone had shot a gun at him and it just nearly missed his head. It wasn’t an Evil One. The Evil One was yet to come. But he was just so glad to see his dearest friend Camillo! All the logic he had in him, which wasn’t very much, washed away and all he could do was smile and hug the boy. He really needed a hug about now.
“Cammy, I....” his eyes began to water as he held the boy by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, “I’m so glad to see you! The Evil Ones...they....” he looked down at the sleeping boy, “They almost killed someone!” he whispered, not wanting the unknowing boy to know what almost happened to him, “He needs serious help! He doesn’t smell very well and keeps falling asleep in my arms..I..” his voice broke off as he hugged his friend once more.
“We must leave right now! As we speak the Sewer people must be on his tracks! We have to get out of here before they do! Ah, pero….maybe we can slow their process by plugging their exit! Yes!” With that said Camillo all but jumped from his spot to grab handfuls of paper towels.
Cuyler watched wide eyed as his friend did the most unimaginable thing. He was...plugging the toilets?! His mother had always told him not to do that..that it makes certain people very angry. He always thought it just made the plumber guy..also know as dad, very angry. But was it really the Evil Sewer People all along?
He listened as the toilets were filled with toilet paper and Camillo flushed them one by one. Water began pouring out of a few...
He turned to the boy next to him...what was his name now? He couldn’t even think of it. “H-hey you there...what’s your name? I’m Cuyler..and that over there,” he pointed to Camillo, “That’s my friend Cammy! He just saved both of us! Isn’t he the best?” he exclaimed although by the look of the mess Cuyler knew that they weren’t saved yet. He’d already gotten a detention today..what if someone saw the mess? And blamed him for it? Oooh nooo. His father would not be a happy camper.
“Ah, there. Now they will never come out,” Camillo said triumphantly. Cuyler grabbed the boy’s hand and walked him over to Cammy. He tapped Camillo on the shoulder and sighed saying, “I think we should leave now Camillo. This doesn’t look too good.” He half smirked, “But at least the Evil Sewer Ones won’t get us now!” he threw in a bit of enthusiasm to the situation at hand.
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