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by Aufeis on Sun May 01, 2011 4:12 pm
The Wedding: This is a Church?
Swiss, who had Cindy's hand clasped tightly in his own, lead the way through the forest. Cindy was enjoying the sights, despite Swiss' hurried pace. She couldn't understand his sudden change in attitude, but didn't pry about it. He seemed to be in one of his moods, is all. They got to the...could you really even call it a church? It looked like one, yes, but the inside was disturbingly haunting. Cindy eyed the walls that still had traces of blood on them. Was this place used for satanic rituals or something? Swiss honestly wasn't surprised, the two had never seemed like church goers to him. He guided her into one of the back pews. He knew that there was nothing he could do to prepare her for seeing Jessica again. The least he could do was keep her out of the way for when she did have her reaction.
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The Wedding: Mother and Son
Jessica noticed the vacating of the room by everyone, "Didn't mean to scare everyone off like that." She mused more to herself than Emmet, however sarcastically. She let her eyes rest on Emmet for a moment as she just took him in, "Today's the big day, then, kiddo. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer, but are you ready?" She already knew the answer. She could see it in his eyes. The look seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place where. She shook the thought off, "You really do love him, don't you?" She mused again, once again more to herself than to him, "I can't believe this. We're really here. It feels like just yesterday we were meeting in the carnival and I thought you were the most obnoxious little stuck up piece of shit that ever lived. And now here we are, mother and son, on your wedding day. If that just doesn't beat all." She said, more amazed than anything. She let the silence sit for a moment before she gently hugged him, "I know we've had our ups and downs. And I know I'm not the best mother that ever lived, but I do love you. I don't know how much it counts for, but when you're out of this place with him, well...just don't forget about us, is all." She felt tears stinging the back of her eyelids and tried to blink them back, but a few managed to escape, trailing down her cheeks before dropping off. She let him go and brushed them away hastily before giving him a smile, "Alright, well, you've got an aisle to walk, and I have a son to give away to a guy I don't like. Let's get on with it, shall we?" She asked, motioning to the door.
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The Wedding: Five Gift Givers, One Body
Tony's body stood staring vacantly at the church. If you looked at his eyes, they would be blank, the iris' colorless and the pupils glazed over, as if he were dead. He was far from dead, though. In fact, he was very much alive. Inside his head, a vast argument was going on about who the hell ought to be the one to go first with the gift giving. Clyde and Tonya were the main provocateurs of this argument, with Jason attempting to bring order, Tommy throwing out interjections every so often, and Tony keeping to himself in the corner. Finally, a voice cut through the noise, "I'll go first." All eyes fell on Tony. There was a difference to his features. He wasn't that same scared little boy trapped in a man's body anymore, "I'm the head of this place. I met them first. You'll bet your ass I'm going first. I'm the alpha personality." The others fell silent. There wasn't really much arguing with that. Of course, that meant there was now disputes about the SECOND person to give gifts. Before the argument could begin again, Tony cut them off, "After me, it's Tonya. Then Jason. Tommy, and then Clyde. I don't know what you're planning on giving, Clyde, but I know it isn't going to be pleasant. So you go last. Besides, haven't you ever heard of ladies first?"
Clyde made to smart off, but something in Tony's gaze made him stop. He begrudgingly nodded, "Yeah, alright, fine. Have it your way." A grin spread across Tony's face.
Jason was staring at Tony intently. It was finally happening. Tony was getting to the point where he, to put it simply, didn't need them anymore.
Jerrick was standing off to the side, his black eyes watching Tony. This much was apparent to him as well, which meant he had to act soon. After all. They had a long way to go, and he'd be damned if he asked any of these freaks for help. There was one piece of revenge he had to take care of before Tony unified himself. But for now, they would enjoy a wedding.
Tony blinked. The somewhat demonic majesty of the church stood before him. The gifts were stashed away close nearby, but not so far that he couldn't keep an eye on them. He flexed his hands. This was the first time he'd really taken control of his body in some time. After making sure nobody had damaged anything, and was satisfied, he went into the Church to await the others.
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