miss_lollipop_murder
April 21st, 2008, 11:19 PM
Alrighty now...I've been reading some fanfics on here...holy crap they're good ^^ So I've been wanting to do this for awhile just not really knowing where to start
my first FF so be nice mkay? *nervous smile* mkay...
Chapter One
“Well I guess we know what her favorite song is…” Bill proudly said as he hummed along with a familiar tune of his creation. Across him was a chaos of spirals, pieces of ripped paper, pens, color pencils, and a MP3 player which repeatedly blasted “Ich Bin Nicht Ich” was nestled in the slender hand of the mess’ core. She was slouched over the table separating her from the two boys, breathing slowly. Her blond hair was messed over her face and arms, showing off bits of hidden black and hot pink. Her nails perfectly matched her black and rainbow, thigh-high socks. Wrapped around her legs were ribbons attached to a pair of black ballet slippers splotched with an assortment of pink, blue, red, and green paints. A black miniskirt hugged her hips accompanied by a silver studded black belt. And she wore a black baby-doll tee plastered with a pink and blue David Bowie with fingerless fishnet gloves that reached to her elbows. Tom grabbed a slip of paper, easily sliding it from under her limp arm
The paper was labeled "Adelaide Diesher" it was blank except for a few drawings. “Adelaide Deisher,” Tom stated. “That’s her name?” A curious Bill asked, snatching the paper from his hands. “Bill. Don’t you know that you shouldn’t go around grabbing at other peoples things? It’s an invasion of privacy.” Tom snapped as he thumped his twin’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re definitely the one to be talking about ‘invasion of privacy’” Bill yanked at one of Toms thick, dirty blond dreads. “****!” he managed to turn a few heads, “Bill! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?”
“As many times as I tell you not to thump me. It hurts.” Bill folded his arms and leaned against the trains chilled window looking out at the green fields quickly passing by. “Oh look, her wallet.” Tom grinned. Bill quickly turned to his brother giving him a stern look, “No, Tom, that is an invasion of privacy.” Bill stated as he tried reaching for the black, leather holder. Tom smiled at his brother as he held the wallet out in the aisle, “I guess you’re right, but…” As Tom opened the wallet Bill made a partial leap obtaining the precious item. “But,” He asked with a sense of pride in his voice. Tom just stared at him blankly trying to process Bill’s swift movements. “But you have it now…” he finished as he stared at the table dismayed. Bill gave his brother a smile and placed the wallet beside the young girl. The booth grew quiet; the only noise was the endless melody coming from two misplaced head phones lying on either side of the girl’s body. Bill picked up the head phones and carefully tugged at the MP3 player by the cord. The girl opened her clenched hand letting the player drop on the table which Bill took as the perfect opportunity to scoop it up. He gently placed the headphones in his ears and started to riffle through her music collection. “What ever happened to privacy?” Tom asked. “It’s just her MP3 player…I’m not looking for something incredibly personal, just browsing around.” Bill whispered as he tapped his fingers to “Placebo”. Hmmm…nice, I wonder what else she likes. He smiled to himself. “Whatever…hypocrite.” Tom bluntly said. Bill just sighed and looked hopelessly at his brother, “Tom I really don’t care what you do, just don’t go to the extreme.” He continued to barricade himself in a melodic safe haven as Tom handled a bundle of papers. Many of them were just blank, others had scribbles of ink, then Tom came across a palette with a mix of color that seemed to scream for his attention. An abstract work which not only intrigued him, but also confused him. Tom kept turning the picture trying to decide the top from the bottom. He stared at the swirls of purple, blue, yellow, orange, black, red, and green, all of them mixing into a shape shifting face. The face would change as Tom turned it, showing off a happy face full of delight, an angry face of distraught, sad and remorseful, and last a relaxed face who seemed to care about nothing. After an album of Nena, a couple songs from David Bowie, and a scoff at Cinema Bizarre Bill yawned as he turned off the player, returning it to it's owner and continued to stare out the window, the girl took a sharp inhale of breath, startling Bill. He watched her as she closed one of her hands and stretched it out. She lifted her head up and instinctively rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Tom looked away from the picture long enough to watch her eyes widen with shock as she looked around.....
Not exactly what I would call exciting lol, but I hope atleast some of you enjoyed it =)
my first FF so be nice mkay? *nervous smile* mkay...
Chapter One
“Well I guess we know what her favorite song is…” Bill proudly said as he hummed along with a familiar tune of his creation. Across him was a chaos of spirals, pieces of ripped paper, pens, color pencils, and a MP3 player which repeatedly blasted “Ich Bin Nicht Ich” was nestled in the slender hand of the mess’ core. She was slouched over the table separating her from the two boys, breathing slowly. Her blond hair was messed over her face and arms, showing off bits of hidden black and hot pink. Her nails perfectly matched her black and rainbow, thigh-high socks. Wrapped around her legs were ribbons attached to a pair of black ballet slippers splotched with an assortment of pink, blue, red, and green paints. A black miniskirt hugged her hips accompanied by a silver studded black belt. And she wore a black baby-doll tee plastered with a pink and blue David Bowie with fingerless fishnet gloves that reached to her elbows. Tom grabbed a slip of paper, easily sliding it from under her limp arm
The paper was labeled "Adelaide Diesher" it was blank except for a few drawings. “Adelaide Deisher,” Tom stated. “That’s her name?” A curious Bill asked, snatching the paper from his hands. “Bill. Don’t you know that you shouldn’t go around grabbing at other peoples things? It’s an invasion of privacy.” Tom snapped as he thumped his twin’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re definitely the one to be talking about ‘invasion of privacy’” Bill yanked at one of Toms thick, dirty blond dreads. “****!” he managed to turn a few heads, “Bill! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?”
“As many times as I tell you not to thump me. It hurts.” Bill folded his arms and leaned against the trains chilled window looking out at the green fields quickly passing by. “Oh look, her wallet.” Tom grinned. Bill quickly turned to his brother giving him a stern look, “No, Tom, that is an invasion of privacy.” Bill stated as he tried reaching for the black, leather holder. Tom smiled at his brother as he held the wallet out in the aisle, “I guess you’re right, but…” As Tom opened the wallet Bill made a partial leap obtaining the precious item. “But,” He asked with a sense of pride in his voice. Tom just stared at him blankly trying to process Bill’s swift movements. “But you have it now…” he finished as he stared at the table dismayed. Bill gave his brother a smile and placed the wallet beside the young girl. The booth grew quiet; the only noise was the endless melody coming from two misplaced head phones lying on either side of the girl’s body. Bill picked up the head phones and carefully tugged at the MP3 player by the cord. The girl opened her clenched hand letting the player drop on the table which Bill took as the perfect opportunity to scoop it up. He gently placed the headphones in his ears and started to riffle through her music collection. “What ever happened to privacy?” Tom asked. “It’s just her MP3 player…I’m not looking for something incredibly personal, just browsing around.” Bill whispered as he tapped his fingers to “Placebo”. Hmmm…nice, I wonder what else she likes. He smiled to himself. “Whatever…hypocrite.” Tom bluntly said. Bill just sighed and looked hopelessly at his brother, “Tom I really don’t care what you do, just don’t go to the extreme.” He continued to barricade himself in a melodic safe haven as Tom handled a bundle of papers. Many of them were just blank, others had scribbles of ink, then Tom came across a palette with a mix of color that seemed to scream for his attention. An abstract work which not only intrigued him, but also confused him. Tom kept turning the picture trying to decide the top from the bottom. He stared at the swirls of purple, blue, yellow, orange, black, red, and green, all of them mixing into a shape shifting face. The face would change as Tom turned it, showing off a happy face full of delight, an angry face of distraught, sad and remorseful, and last a relaxed face who seemed to care about nothing. After an album of Nena, a couple songs from David Bowie, and a scoff at Cinema Bizarre Bill yawned as he turned off the player, returning it to it's owner and continued to stare out the window, the girl took a sharp inhale of breath, startling Bill. He watched her as she closed one of her hands and stretched it out. She lifted her head up and instinctively rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Tom looked away from the picture long enough to watch her eyes widen with shock as she looked around.....
Not exactly what I would call exciting lol, but I hope atleast some of you enjoyed it =)