Post by chaos on Oct 17, 2008 19:37:18 GMT -5
(What we posted on Deviant)
dibs pov
A wince, and a sharp inhale. This pattern continued over and over, lungs struggling to catch the sacred oxygen above.
"Does it really have to be this tight?"
"Whiner."
Gasp, inhale - gasp, inhale. "Owe! Hey!"
"Do you want my help or not?"
I slumped as my sister's fingers knotted a string on the back of my outfit tighter and tighter. I had a hunch it was intentional at this point. "God... how could he do this to us?"
"It's your fault." my... ahem... adorable... little sister scoffed, pulling the strings so tight my eyes began to water.
It was only partially true that it was my fault. The American school system had banned me from their campuses... for being too smart. This set my dad over the edge, and one night, by chance, he drowned his sorrows at the local pub. He bet this Asian guy ridiculous amount of money that he could still walk in a straight line.
Of course, my dad, having never been drunk since the day of my mom's funeral all those years ago, toppled to the ground before he even managed three steps. So much for being smart.
While my dad is the richest man on Earth, the wager was ludicrous - twice as much as my dad's net salary. It was days later, after staggering home, before he realized that he didn't have enough money. So, he and the Asian man, who happened to be a head chairman at a private all girls secondary school in Japan, compromised that Membrane's children - Gaz and I - would go to high school there with high charges. You can only imagine the amount of publicity the chairman imagined.
Too bad for him that hardly anyone realizes my sister and I exist.
Of course, it was an assumption that Membrane had only daughters - a false one. I found out a few days before the interview, when my dad brought home a cosplay dress. He insisted, to save the family name, that I cross dress for the next three years of my life.
Yes, three years. Japanese high school only lasts for three years. I should be in middle school, in that case, but some lard in the transfer headquarters messed up my paperwork.
Of course I resisted at first... but then he offered to build a fortress stocked with the latest alien technology.
So here I stand, cringing as I stare in the mirror, hardly able to breathe as my sister ties the knot on the back of my dress. "I look so stupid." I moaned.
"I don't know, you'd make a pretty girl, and if you talk softly, maybe you can pull it off and go professional." I glared at my sister, who only shrugged. She had been forced by our father to assist me into my... feminine rouse.... So far, she had viciously displayed her resentment.
Suddenly, from in her bed-table, she whipped out a pair of scissors, and stalked towards me maliciously.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I stammered, as she shoved the tip of the blade so it skimmed my neck. Suddenly, she grabbed my scythe-styled hair. Realizing what she was doing, I wrestled with her.
"You're just going to be obvious if you keep that, moron! Come here!" she demanded. Of course I fled.
I just barely managed to make it out of the house scythe intact, but styled in front of my face to look like a large bang. She had managed to give me a sloppy, beachy looking nearly bowl-cut look. None the less, despite my efforts, a strand of hair on the back of my head sticking up in a slight curve in memoir to my once cool hair. Worst of all, I looked just like a cute little girl.
All in all, as I walked to my interview, I appeared like a wanna-be freak - a freak that should've been put out of its misery to become road kill. Oh, the humility.
XXX
Zim's Pov
I huffed down the sidewalk towards the Dib-things nest.
“That horrible child!” I shouted at the sky. “I know it was him who did it. Who else would bother to seek into my secret base? And I know that's what happened! He stole it! I know he did! My next evil plan cannot come in to effect with out that piece of equipment! Oh if only Gir hadn't been tempted by those stupid TACOS!”
I was really ticked. I had been so close to a break through in a new take over the world plan. All I did was look away for five minutes to test the regulators on one of my containment devises and when I looked back it was gone! All that was there was Gir eating something.
In my fit of rage I didn't notice anyone else using the sidewalk and ended up smashing in to someone and falling on the ground.
“WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!” I shouted at the mysterious person. Looking at the human I could see it was a girl. She had black hair and was wearing a strange dress. She looked at me and a wide range of emotions flew across her face. Surprise, fear, uncertainty anger. Then her expression finally settled on one of extreme hatred.
“Why don't you watch where your going!?” She shouted at me oddly with a very familiar boyish voice.
I stared at her slightly confused. Why did she sound almost just like Dib? Then it hit me she was probably related to the little big headed beast somehow.
Before I could say anything though she shoved past me and ran off and around a distant corner. “That was weird.” I stated. I began to head home. “I wonder what that was all about.”
Before I rounded the street corner to lead me back to my home base I realized something. “GAH! I FORGOT ABOUT DIB!” Turning around I quickly ran back towards Dib's house. “Curse the pig-human and his relatives!”
dibs pov
A wince, and a sharp inhale. This pattern continued over and over, lungs struggling to catch the sacred oxygen above.
"Does it really have to be this tight?"
"Whiner."
Gasp, inhale - gasp, inhale. "Owe! Hey!"
"Do you want my help or not?"
I slumped as my sister's fingers knotted a string on the back of my outfit tighter and tighter. I had a hunch it was intentional at this point. "God... how could he do this to us?"
"It's your fault." my... ahem... adorable... little sister scoffed, pulling the strings so tight my eyes began to water.
It was only partially true that it was my fault. The American school system had banned me from their campuses... for being too smart. This set my dad over the edge, and one night, by chance, he drowned his sorrows at the local pub. He bet this Asian guy ridiculous amount of money that he could still walk in a straight line.
Of course, my dad, having never been drunk since the day of my mom's funeral all those years ago, toppled to the ground before he even managed three steps. So much for being smart.
While my dad is the richest man on Earth, the wager was ludicrous - twice as much as my dad's net salary. It was days later, after staggering home, before he realized that he didn't have enough money. So, he and the Asian man, who happened to be a head chairman at a private all girls secondary school in Japan, compromised that Membrane's children - Gaz and I - would go to high school there with high charges. You can only imagine the amount of publicity the chairman imagined.
Too bad for him that hardly anyone realizes my sister and I exist.
Of course, it was an assumption that Membrane had only daughters - a false one. I found out a few days before the interview, when my dad brought home a cosplay dress. He insisted, to save the family name, that I cross dress for the next three years of my life.
Yes, three years. Japanese high school only lasts for three years. I should be in middle school, in that case, but some lard in the transfer headquarters messed up my paperwork.
Of course I resisted at first... but then he offered to build a fortress stocked with the latest alien technology.
So here I stand, cringing as I stare in the mirror, hardly able to breathe as my sister ties the knot on the back of my dress. "I look so stupid." I moaned.
"I don't know, you'd make a pretty girl, and if you talk softly, maybe you can pull it off and go professional." I glared at my sister, who only shrugged. She had been forced by our father to assist me into my... feminine rouse.... So far, she had viciously displayed her resentment.
Suddenly, from in her bed-table, she whipped out a pair of scissors, and stalked towards me maliciously.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I stammered, as she shoved the tip of the blade so it skimmed my neck. Suddenly, she grabbed my scythe-styled hair. Realizing what she was doing, I wrestled with her.
"You're just going to be obvious if you keep that, moron! Come here!" she demanded. Of course I fled.
I just barely managed to make it out of the house scythe intact, but styled in front of my face to look like a large bang. She had managed to give me a sloppy, beachy looking nearly bowl-cut look. None the less, despite my efforts, a strand of hair on the back of my head sticking up in a slight curve in memoir to my once cool hair. Worst of all, I looked just like a cute little girl.
All in all, as I walked to my interview, I appeared like a wanna-be freak - a freak that should've been put out of its misery to become road kill. Oh, the humility.
XXX
Zim's Pov
I huffed down the sidewalk towards the Dib-things nest.
“That horrible child!” I shouted at the sky. “I know it was him who did it. Who else would bother to seek into my secret base? And I know that's what happened! He stole it! I know he did! My next evil plan cannot come in to effect with out that piece of equipment! Oh if only Gir hadn't been tempted by those stupid TACOS!”
I was really ticked. I had been so close to a break through in a new take over the world plan. All I did was look away for five minutes to test the regulators on one of my containment devises and when I looked back it was gone! All that was there was Gir eating something.
In my fit of rage I didn't notice anyone else using the sidewalk and ended up smashing in to someone and falling on the ground.
“WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!” I shouted at the mysterious person. Looking at the human I could see it was a girl. She had black hair and was wearing a strange dress. She looked at me and a wide range of emotions flew across her face. Surprise, fear, uncertainty anger. Then her expression finally settled on one of extreme hatred.
“Why don't you watch where your going!?” She shouted at me oddly with a very familiar boyish voice.
I stared at her slightly confused. Why did she sound almost just like Dib? Then it hit me she was probably related to the little big headed beast somehow.
Before I could say anything though she shoved past me and ran off and around a distant corner. “That was weird.” I stated. I began to head home. “I wonder what that was all about.”
Before I rounded the street corner to lead me back to my home base I realized something. “GAH! I FORGOT ABOUT DIB!” Turning around I quickly ran back towards Dib's house. “Curse the pig-human and his relatives!”