RE: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Round Two: Ryburg Ritz]
12-04-2013, 07:17 AM
Blake shot upright and noticed that he was in a bed. He looked to the side and saw that someone had made some nice hot cocoa and placed it on a nice tray. As he started to get his bearings, he noticed that he was in a pretty nice bed and that the blankets were pretty nice and soft as well.
Wasn't I just knocked out? And questioned??? What was going on?
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a big black boot appeared, followed by Flo, now in a striped, blue and black jacket, who proceeded to chug a mug of cocoa and said, "What's sup, chuckefuck?"
Blake wasn't sure what was up, he hardly knew what was down right now, but at least he had, via context clues, realized that in this case, he was the chucklefuck.
"Uhm.. Uh..."
As Blake started to mumble some sort of response, Flo, continued her stroll across the room, picked up Blake's Cocoa, and shoved it in his hands.
"Drink! It's nice and warm! Special recipe, made by yours truly." Flo puffed her chest and smirked.
Without many other options, Blake decided to comply, taking a sup of the cocoa. For a moment, he felt his mind go blank, followed by a small beam of light. The light had a warmth, a warmth that started to grow and flow through him. He closed his eyes as he took another sip, and his mind went to a happy memory, probably the first time he's thought one since getting into this.
He was sleeping in his house, the sun was shining through the blinds, and it was late into the morning, but it was ok because it was his day off, the first full day off in a while. He was stirring awake, and he could smell something nice and warm.
The door slowly opened and out came his wife, and her sweet voice, "Hooon..."
*SNAP*
"Hey snap out of it, we've got stuff to do!"
Blake looked down at his cup and only saw the bottom of it, he had drank the whole thing.
"Aww, don't make a sour face, I'll get you more cocoa later, come on and get up already!"
Flo grabbed the covers and pulled them off of Blake. She spun around for a bit, with the covers flowing and Blake left completely confused.
Blake had no idea what was going on. There was this girl here, Flo, who was the leader of all of the kids who had kidnapped him. Previously, she had him electrocuted and put to sleep and she was acting as if he was her enemy, as if he was a serious threat to her and her group! But now she was giving him hot cocoa! And she was just smiling and spinning around with blankets? Was she even the same person?
"Wooo! Alright, enough fun, lets get down to business, we've got a lot of work to do!"
Blake finally manged to get a word in, "We? As in you and me?" Blake pointed to himself, still very confused.
Flo looked back at Blake as if he had just asked her if the sky was blue, "Yeah? We, us, nosotros, the group, the whole shebang, the entire pot, everyone here."
"But... but just a while ago..."
"Wha? Pffft, that was before, now you are one of usssss." Flo smiled and bopped Blake's confused nose, "Now you are one of us!"
"But what if I don't want to be one of you?" Blake asked with less of a tone of defiance and more of confusion.
"Nah, nah, don't worry about not doing your part, or not knowing anyone. At some point everyone was The New Guy, it's just that today that's you! Soon enough you'll be just another member of the flock, and there will be nothing to worry about. You'll even get your own nickname, and we'll show you some of our secret handshakes, it'll be really cool!"
For a moment, Flo's genuine concern and smiles got to Blake. He felt good, like yeah! He was going to be accepted by the other members of the gang! Yeah, eventually he wouldn't be The New Guy! He was going to be fine and things were going to be cool. Then Blake remembered that they had kidnapped him and also electrocuted him.
Unfortunately, before he could voice anymore dissent, he found himself moving through the halls of the gang's hideout. Blake had given up.
Wasn't I just knocked out? And questioned??? What was going on?
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a big black boot appeared, followed by Flo, now in a striped, blue and black jacket, who proceeded to chug a mug of cocoa and said, "What's sup, chuckefuck?"
Blake wasn't sure what was up, he hardly knew what was down right now, but at least he had, via context clues, realized that in this case, he was the chucklefuck.
"Uhm.. Uh..."
As Blake started to mumble some sort of response, Flo, continued her stroll across the room, picked up Blake's Cocoa, and shoved it in his hands.
"Drink! It's nice and warm! Special recipe, made by yours truly." Flo puffed her chest and smirked.
Without many other options, Blake decided to comply, taking a sup of the cocoa. For a moment, he felt his mind go blank, followed by a small beam of light. The light had a warmth, a warmth that started to grow and flow through him. He closed his eyes as he took another sip, and his mind went to a happy memory, probably the first time he's thought one since getting into this.
He was sleeping in his house, the sun was shining through the blinds, and it was late into the morning, but it was ok because it was his day off, the first full day off in a while. He was stirring awake, and he could smell something nice and warm.
The door slowly opened and out came his wife, and her sweet voice, "Hooon..."
*SNAP*
"Hey snap out of it, we've got stuff to do!"
Blake looked down at his cup and only saw the bottom of it, he had drank the whole thing.
"Aww, don't make a sour face, I'll get you more cocoa later, come on and get up already!"
Flo grabbed the covers and pulled them off of Blake. She spun around for a bit, with the covers flowing and Blake left completely confused.
Blake had no idea what was going on. There was this girl here, Flo, who was the leader of all of the kids who had kidnapped him. Previously, she had him electrocuted and put to sleep and she was acting as if he was her enemy, as if he was a serious threat to her and her group! But now she was giving him hot cocoa! And she was just smiling and spinning around with blankets? Was she even the same person?
"Wooo! Alright, enough fun, lets get down to business, we've got a lot of work to do!"
Blake finally manged to get a word in, "We? As in you and me?" Blake pointed to himself, still very confused.
Flo looked back at Blake as if he had just asked her if the sky was blue, "Yeah? We, us, nosotros, the group, the whole shebang, the entire pot, everyone here."
"But... but just a while ago..."
"Wha? Pffft, that was before, now you are one of usssss." Flo smiled and bopped Blake's confused nose, "Now you are one of us!"
"But what if I don't want to be one of you?" Blake asked with less of a tone of defiance and more of confusion.
"Nah, nah, don't worry about not doing your part, or not knowing anyone. At some point everyone was The New Guy, it's just that today that's you! Soon enough you'll be just another member of the flock, and there will be nothing to worry about. You'll even get your own nickname, and we'll show you some of our secret handshakes, it'll be really cool!"
For a moment, Flo's genuine concern and smiles got to Blake. He felt good, like yeah! He was going to be accepted by the other members of the gang! Yeah, eventually he wouldn't be The New Guy! He was going to be fine and things were going to be cool. Then Blake remembered that they had kidnapped him and also electrocuted him.
Unfortunately, before he could voice anymore dissent, he found himself moving through the halls of the gang's hideout. Blake had given up.