Should I continue the Jackbuscus Needing/Getting at the moment or The Audience Walk? Because I feel like such an arse for not continuing either. I would love to know what you think.
Sherlock arrived at the old flat in the outskirts of London, out of breath and tired. He had been running the full way. From St. Barts, where he was staying, to John. Almost as soon as he arrived, the paramedics were pushing a stretcher out of the door with a full body bag that lay on top of it.
Sherlock rushed over, breath stopped completely. Some of the men pushed him back as they raised the gurney into the vehicle. Sherlock didn’t protest, however. He was too completely shocked by sadness and self-hatred to make sense of any words that were going to come out of his mouth. He just backed away from the ambulance slowly with wide eyes.
Two burly police men took him by the arms and brought him to sit on the back of one of the other ambulances they had in front of the, now vacant, flat. He sat with a trembling body and kept his face low and hands in one another, not wanting anyone to disturb him in his own sulking.
An officer came up from behind him and placed some thing on his shoulders. He looked to his side and saw that it was a bright orange cloth being draped around him. The hand patted him lightly before working with something else. Sherlock closed his eyes before a tear fell from his eye and into his lap.
I would be lost without my blogger; and here I am. Lost.
|Stranger:||Look, come back to the flat, okay? -JW|
|Stranger:||I said I was sorry. -JW|
|Stranger:||I didn't /mean/ to kiss you. It just happened. -JW|
|You:||That's not how kissing /works/ John. -SH|
|You:||You don't just not mean to. And you just made the situation 1 million times worse. -SH|
|You:||I hope you are happy. -SH|
|Stranger:||What the hell, Sherlock? -JW|
|Stranger:||It can be how it works. I...fuck. I've cocked everything up. -JW|
|Stranger:||I /did/ mean it. But I didn't mean /to do it./ -JW|
|Stranger:||Because I knew you'd storm out, and you did. -JW|
|You:||Yes. Yes you have. You have cocked everything up. -SH|
|You:||And I did. You know me so well, don't you Mr. Watson? -SH|
|You:||Now, if you would just leave me alone for /5 minutes/ I could calm down and happily come back to the flat. -SH|
|You:||Just keep your mouth shut for that amount of time, kay? I need at least that. -SH|
|Stranger:||Fine. Fine. Five minutes. But after that you better bloody tell me what's going on. -JW|
|You:||Thank you. That's all that I am asking for. -SH|
|You:||I will be back in at least that amount of time, okay? I will explain then. -SH|
|Stranger:||I'm in the flat. Door's unlocked. -JW|
|You:||Be back soon. Be prepared. Don't exactly know what I am going to do. -SH|
|You:||Stupid human things annoy me. -SH|
|Stranger:||Prepared. Whatever you've got. Relatively prepared. -JW|
|You:||Okay then. Be there in 5. -SH|
|You:||*Five minutes later*|
|You:||Coming back know. God... I um... Yeah. Prepared? -SH|
|Stranger:||I suppose. -JW|
|You:||Okay. Well... Not sure how /this/ is going to go down... -SH|
|Stranger:||Just come up. -JW|
|Stranger:||Please. It's cold outside. -JW|
|Stranger:||John put his phone on the arm of his chair and waited.|
|You:||Sherlock pocketed his phone and took a deep breath. He walked up the stairs and into the flat, nervous. He saw John sitting in his chair. "I um.... I'm sorry." He said to John as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.|
|Stranger:||"I'm the one that should be sorry," John shrugged. "It was over the line. And I apologize for that."|
|You:||"Just, ah... Just, can you come here?" He furrowed his brow and nodded to the spot in front of him.|
|Stranger:||John warily approached the detective, standing where indicated. "Yes? You all right?"|
|You:||Sherlock shook his head. "N-Not really...." He bit his lip and put his hand in his pocket, reaching for something to pull out for John.|
|Stranger:||John watched as Sherlock dug in his coat pocket. His question was cut off by the revelation of the object.|
|You:||Sherlock pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed John 47 times in the chest. "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ACTUAL CANNIBAL SHERLOCK HOLMES!" He screamed as the blood gushed from his wounds. Once he knew that John was dead, he feasted on his corpse and ran away to the Swiss Mountains where he lived as a goat herder for the rest of his life, dying with 3 wives and 24 children all named either Gertrude or Nemo.|
Proof read this once… Soddy! Too tired to catch mistakes at the moment. Kind of awkward story: I was writing this during Social Studies in the computer lab when I was supposed to be working. Teacher came up next to me and looked to my screen. Thankfully, I was zoomed in 40% so he didn’t see anything XD I thought it was funny. Thank God for my good lying skills! Well, yep. That’s about it! Enjoy :3 5K337!
Jack awoke from his deep sleep to the sound of a steady, rhythmic beep to his left and the sound of a breath stabilizer across wherever he was. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. He retracted a bit from the bright light that was over head. He went to rub his eyes, but found that he was tangled in wires. There was a painful throbbing in the back of his head. Surges of pain rushed through his abdomen as he tried to breathe deeply. Also, he could feel that his left leg, from heel to mid-thigh, was enclosed in some sort of encasement. He cringed from the pain and reclosed his eyes. He lay there, wondering what had happened. Then the memory hit him like a train. The lazy vlog, the laughter, the sound of crunching metal, the eighteen-wheeler; all of it. He realized that he must be in a hospital. He must be. He tried to pick up his head to look around, but found that he was being restrained by a brace that was locked around his neck. He was in so much pain; he had to take at least four deep breaths, that weren’t that deep because of the pain that was surging through him, before trying to move again.
Something suddenly occurred to him; Toby. He was in the car as the truck had hit them, and Jack was pretty sure that it had crashed into them on the driver’s side. His eyes shot open as he thought about it. It hurt him a lot, but he lifted his head up from the pillow that it was on. He looked across the room. There was a broken man with many bandages with gauzes. Jack’s heart dropped to his feet that had pins and needles. There was a breath stabilizer to his right and many wires and needles attached to the arm that didn’t have a cast spanning from his thumb to bicep. /Oh God, there’re wires everywhere!/ That couldn’t be a good sign. From what he could see, there was a cast that resembled Jack’s on his left leg as well. Gauze was diagonally crossed over his head, letting only his right eye and half of his nose down to be seen. His breathing was erratic and shallow. Jack wasn’t sure how bad everything was, but it seemed that way. It hurt Jack to see him like that. It was like another truck came crashing into him. Exhausted, he lay back in his bed and drifted off into yet another deep sleep.
The next time Jack woke up, there were several different people in the room. He couldn’t open his eyes; it felt as if weights were attached to them. From what he could hear, there were two women and three men; he could tell from the different cries. He went to speak, but his mouth was hinged closed. He couldn’t open his mouth at all. He started panicking inside of his head, staying still on the outside, He heard his own beeping’s get faster and a scurry of feet across the floor. “Jack?” A male voice said with certain sadness to it. He went to nod, but there was still a brace around his neck. He moved his right hand to show that he was listening. “Oh thank God,” a female voice called out with a breath and an accent. He felt someone hold his hand, seemed feminine. He squeezed the hand slightly, not having much power. “You’ll be fine…” a different voice said. “Unlike him,” another sad voice added. If he could, Jack’s eyes would have opened as fast as the truck hit them.
His heart beat was speeding up after the last thing was said. “What did they mean,” he thought to himself. “Were they talking about Toby? What the hell was going on?” He was still panicking when a burly hand took his right. “No, no. Jack. Don’t do that. He’s fine… For the most part.” Jack squeezed his hand hard to show that he wanted to know more. He had to know. He was still freaking out and his heart rate was still increasing. A small voice spoke up, full of pain. “They said he has a 10 percent chance of st-… Staying for the night.” He thought for a moment. “That was… That was Toby’s mother,” he thought. He tried to register the other voices. He came to the conclusion that Sean, Toby’s mom, and Olga. But he heard five different cries when he awoke. He kept thinking about it, trying to decide on who it was. As he did so, he fell back into unconsciousness, exhausted from staying up for that long.
Ah! I gotz it out to you! Yay! I made sure that this sounded extra special for all of you! I think that it is really good, but then again, I did write it. I probably looked over this specific chapter at least 3 times. Yeah. Kinda got carried away. And sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes… Wrote this on Wordpad. Not the best choice. And the title of this series is the name of the song Needing/Getting by OK Go. My favorite song in the world (At the moment). So I hope you enjoy and make sure to tell me what you think! 5K337! (And this is a joke, take your complaints somewhere else please!)
It started out as a normal day for Jack. He got up at 9:00, like always. He shot some scenes for PMS, like always. He practiced some piano, like always. He questioned his sexuality, like always. He trolled his biches, like always. His car was in the shop since it had broken down on a back road the other day, so he couldn’t do most of the things that were on his to-do list. Cyr and Stefan had left for the day, God knows why. They had just left without a word as of where they were going, as always.
Jack was lounging around, checking YouTube comments on YGS #30 with his laptop on the couch. His droid buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and muttered to himself. “Shit.” His phone reminded him that he had a dentist appointment in 30 minutes, and he didn’t have anything or anyone to drive him. He thought for a moment, and had hoped that Toby would have been able to take him. He always did Toby favors, so it was the least that he could do. He exited out of the calendar app and called his friend on speed dial 2.
“Hey man. Say, could you take me to the dentist? Cyr was supposed to, but he left earlier.” He was talking pretty fast; he always got nervous talking to Toby, even if it was just over the phone. “Sure thing. Just need to bring Gryphon home.” He paused. “Isn’t that right, Gwiffen. We’re on a walk of epicosity.” He mumbled in his animal voice, just barely into the phone. Jack smiled and shook his head at his friends sillieness. “Kay thanks dude. I owe you one. I need to be there in 30, so get here in 10, alright?” He was pacing around his small bedroom with a smile glued to his face. He couldn’t help it while talking to Toby. “Okay Moe’suckra! Be there in 10. BOOP!” Jack laughed with Toby. It was contagious. “Bye!” He hung up his mobile and started to get ready.
He was in a great mood. It was most likely because of Toby, but Jack wouldn’t bring himself to admit it. He started getting ready to leave for the appointment. The place was almost always dirty since Kristen wasn’t around to yell at h im to pick anyrthing up off of the barely visible floor. It took him a bit to find his sneakers and actually get them on. One of the things on his to-do list was to buy new shoes. Those ones were getting worn out. He took roughly a minute and a half to get his jacket and wallet. He did have a tendency to lose things of importance. The rest of the time was well spent; he was trying to make his messy hair, messily perfect. Again, he would never come to admit it at the time, but it was for Toby, hoping that one day they would be more than just /friends/. He heard a honk that disruppted his thinking come from out front of the shared apartment, so he grabbed his jacket and ran out of the small space.
Jack’s grin grew wider, if humanly possible, as he saw Toby in his car. “Hey man!” he exclaimsed while opening to door and climbing into the vehicle. There were boxes and ripped open envolopes from fans that lay at his feet. He did have a tendancy to hord stuff that came from his Audites. “Hey there, Jack,” he said with a returning smile. “Just need to run to the bank quickly, if it’s fine with you. I gotz no cash.” He joked asI Can Swing my Swordblasted through the speakers, making Jack laugh a bit more as he buckled himself in. “Yeah, o’course,” he said with enthusiasm and a nod. Once Toby saw that he was strapped in, he sped off. He reached his hand that wasn’t holding the steering wheel steady and fished out his phone. “Hey, could you make a lazy vlog?” he asked Jack. “Kinda forgot to make one while on the walk with Gryphon.” He held out his phone that had the word, ‘Audience’ on the back. “Kay. Works for me.” He took the mobile out of his hand and went onto the video recorder app and pressed the red button.
“Audience?!?” Wha-… What are you doing watching me driving as Jack films me?!? See what I did there? HA! I am so funny! And that is percarious! Something serious could happen if you distract me and/or Jack! The video could stop recording.” Jack stifled a laugh as he watched his frinend on the tiny screen that was held in front of him. “And plus, is this legal? Could I be arrested? Tell me in the comments if you are a cop!” He glanced over to the lense a couple times, but mostly kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. “Only if you;re a cop. Doesn’t count if you aren’t a cop,” added Jack from the penut gallery. Toby laughed loudly, making Jack laugh as well. Toby reached out and put a finger over the camera. “INTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEN WHI-” His intro was interrupted by eighteen screeching tires, a strong impact, and the sound of crushing of metal.
My mom, being the most awesome “terrorist” as we call her, took away the wireless router and now I am at her work pretending to do homework so I can be on here! Sorry that I didn’t get it out last night, I left my USB at school which had everything on it. Oops. Mistake on my part. And even if I did have my USB, my dad took away my laptop because it was 10:30 (PFT) and I talked back to him. Not really though. But first chapeter of Needing/Getting Jackbuscus is coming your way soon!
I’m going to put a hold on The Audience Walk and put out my newest Jackbuscus!
I have already got the first chapter done, so get ready! It’s coming your way soon!
Hey! 30 followers! WHEEEEEEEEEW! This is awesome! Just want to say thank you for reading and enjoying my fanfics!
New chapters of The Audience Walk, angst angst angst.
Started a new jackbuscus! Working on it now! Gonna be goood!
So I hope you all are enjoying what I am putting out!
A different form of writing… Wha? Lots have changed! It has been over a month, I know. I am such a horrible person. I guess you will just have to reread the series! I think, personally, that I have become a better writer. So this will be interesting to compare with the others. The tense has changed too, so it will be as if Toby or Jess is narrating. Blah blah blah, talk talk talk. Who cares? No one reads this… If you did read this whole thing, leave a message in my ask saying what your favorite song is. No one will though, so it’s whatever. Just keep in mind that half of this was written over a month ago, and the rest was written just now sooo… Whatevs. And I just went back and read the past chapters. How far I have come… I was a horrible writer! How did you put up with me?!? 5K337!
More like Iam building a religion. It is called: TUMBLRISM!!!
- It is just for people who have Tumblrs.
- You can believe in any god/gods you like.
- You can be a part of an actual IRL religion at the same time too.
- David Karp is the leader of all gods and Tumblrites.
- Every Saturday, you post picture/pictures of the god/gods that you worship in Tumblrism.
- There is no discrimination towards your sexual orientation, who you believe in, your nationality, etc.
- Everyone is equal before the gods.
- Always help the people who need it.
I just thought that since we are all really awesome people, that we might as well do something as awesome as this. Re-blog if you want this to be a thing :D
TOBUSCUS NEEDS TO BE A GOD!!!!