They just stred on. Do they have a staring problem? Or is there something on my forehead? If Korse put ANOTHER sick scar on me, I'm going to blow!!
"This is boring. Say something." They shared a look. SERIOUSLY!! "Do you guys have sme sort of telepothy thing going on? 'Cuz you guys always share a look, and then, someone says something! Are you speaking through your minds?" I wasn't really curious, but I was BORED!
"Umm..." Injured Guy said. "No." I frowned again. Well, that sucks. I was hoping they had some cool power or something. Nope.
"LAME-O!!!" I shouted at them. " Ok. Well, what are your names? 'Cuz in my head, you're Greenie." I looked at Greenie. "You're Red Jacket... or should I call you Little Red Jacket-hood?" I looked at Red Jacket. I smiled a little. "You're 'Fro. And you're Injured Guy. I'm really creative with names. Can you tell?" Injured Guy smiled. I smiled. He has a really good smile! his lips are soo perfect. I wonder how old he is. The other guys turned to look at him, so he wiped the smile off his face. "Jeez. So judgmental." They shared another look. "You see! There you guys go again! Doing your telelpothy thing!"
"Maybe we'll tell you our names if you tell us yous..." Red Jacket said practically hissing.
"Ok, but only because you said it so nicely, Little Red Jacket-hood. I'm... wait for it..." I need a pseudonym!(I think I spelled that right!) Think! I have Shooting Stars all over my shirt, pants, clothes! "Speeding Star. Lame. I know. I like it though." I had to think fast.
"You're wrong. It's not lame," Red jacket said. "It's stupid. You have a stupid sounding name."
"You have a stupid looking jacket!" I said as a comeback.
"You have a stupid looking shirt!"
"You have a stupid looking face!" He was trying to think of a comeback. After a few seconds, I said, "HAHA!! I WIN!! Oom chika boom! Oom chika boom!" I would've danced, but I was tied up. "Oh yeah! What are your names?" They didn't look at each other again, but I could tell something passed between them.
"I'm Party Poison. Just call me Party for short." I nodded.
"Jet Star. Jet for short, but I think I like Fro. You can still call me that." I smiled.
"Why thank you!"
"Fun Ghoul. Shoter version-Ghoul." He mumbled it. Well that was rude.
"You need to speak up. Tsk tsk tsk." I shook my head at him.
"Kobra Kid. Call me Kobra."
"Ok. I'll call you Kid then." He glared at me. "I have a feeling that we are going to be great friends!" I smiled, showing all my teeth. It's a smile hadly anyone sees."Fudge-cicle!" They stared at me.
"Umm... what now?" Kobra asked.
"Well, I don't ususally cuss in front of adults, so I use substitutes. Get it?" They nodded slowly.
"Why did you say that now...?"
"I'm glad you asked, Party. Well, I was just thinking. The fudge-cicle kinda slipped out." Another sheepish smile. Only Fro smiled. What is it with these people and not smiling.
"What were you thinking about?" Fro asked.
"Ummm... I'm not exactly sure. It was kinda like snippets of my thoughts: when will they untie me, where are my weapons,where's my leather jacket." I kinda said leather jacket a little louder, so they knew I wanted to know where my leather jacket was.
"So, you mainly want your leather jacket..." Greenie- Ghoul said.
"Yeah pretty much. I love that jacket as if it were part of me. Nooow, can you untie me? I'll tell you a secreeeeet."
"Ok," Party said. He nodded his head toward me. They were hesitant except Fro. He was the only one who came to untie me. They didn't untie me. Party and Fro were the only ones. I rubbed my wrists for more than one reason: my wrists were red and sore from being tied to the chair, and the other one is confidentual (for now). I tried to stand up and instantly sat back down. Well, more like fell back down.
"Ouch. So sore from sitting. I so need to stretch my legs." I used the arm of the chair to help steady myself as I stood up. My legs ached for me to sit down, but i ignored it. When I could finally stand, I took a caustious step foward toward Fro. I put my arms out to the side to balance myself out. "How long have I been out?" I bet it's only been a few hours at the MOST!
"A few days..." Kobra said. I looked at him.
"WHAT?!?!" I tripped on air and almost fell. I stumbled and cught myself at the last possible moment before hitting the ground. Fro was there holding on to my arm just to be sure. I looked at him. "Was I really out for that long?" He nodded. "Then, why am I not hungry?" My stomach grumbled. "Spoke too soon." I covered my stomach with my arms. "Where's the food?" Fro let go of me, and I headed to the door. Another hand grabbed my arm.
"Wait. What's the secret?" Kobra asked.
"Let go of me!" I slapped his hand away. Grrr. I growled at him. Literally. He let go. "i don't like being touched, and MAN! That sounds SOO wrong!"
