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Whole Johnny thus far Jan. 8th, 2004 @ 05:08 pm
Just an idea, I thought it might be helpful to get the whole thing in one place every so often. If this is a bad idea for some reason that I missed, by all means delete it, Nanikore.


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[johnny] clean cut Jan. 8th, 2004 @ 10:01 am
*note- I already wrote this once, but lj hates me and ate it.

It was like a scene form The Matrix. The knife floated in slow motion, aiming for the spot right between Johnny's eyes. He cringed (in slow motion), turned his head to the side (in slow motion), and raised his hands to cover his face (also in slow motion.) He let out one of those deep rumbly bellows that only people in slow motion make.

Time ragained its proper rythm as the knife quickly and cleanly skewered Johnny's left hand, then his right hand, and lodged itself in his right eye socket. All in all, a very good throw by Samuel. Effectively immobilized, Johnny yelped "OW!"

When the shock passed, there was no rush of pain. At all. Johnny tried to pull his hands away from his face, and thereby the blade from his his eye, but when he tugged he found it was quite stuck. Utterly confused, he meekly asked, "A little help?"


[Johnny]Waiting Room Jan. 8th, 2004 @ 12:10 am
"What the hell?" Johnny said. The man looked at him with a strange smile, one that would be given to small children from grandparents. It could also be a snake leering at a hapless frog, it's hard to tell in the dimness of the room. Whatever the expression was, Johnny didn't like it one iota. "Ah, this is not hell my friend," the old man chided, "this is the Waiting Room."

Johnny swallowed a "what are you talking about" and instead quipped, "I'm not your friend, whoever you are-"

"Samuel," The man replied, "You can call me Sam."

"Uh... yeah... Sam," Johnny was throughly unconvinced, though he mentally admitted that from his car seat to this room was quite a leap indeed. Maybe he got knocked out or something and brought here. It's a conspiracy! Yeah, that must be it!

"I see that you are not convinced." Samuel picked up an ornate knife from the top of the wooden table and walked towards him.

"Hey-hey-hey what are you doing? ARGH!" Johnny screamed as Samuel threw the knife right at him.

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» Johnny [missed something]
The noise became rythmic. They honked. And honked...and honked...and honked...slowly Johnny's eyes came into focus as he realized the honking was actually the chiming of an ornate old grandfather clock. He looked around and noticed he was in a small, dignified room. Sitting across from him at the dark, highly polished wooden table was a man in a three-piece pinstripe suit, the chain of a gold pocketwatch visible across his vest, unconcernedly sipping at a steaming mug. Thick, soft area rugs in rich shades of maroons and browns were strewn artfully over the dark wooden floor. Heavy drapes with gold ties were drawn over floor to ceiling windows, pitching the room into a darkness lessened only by the fire crackling in the elaborate fireplace.

The man watched Johnny over the rim of his cup.
"Where am I?" Johnny asked nonchalantly, as if he didn't particularly care, nor was frightened out of his mind.
"Dead," the man said simply, sounding a trifle surprised. "Didn't you know?"

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» [Johnny] The Intersection
Cont. from http://www.livejournal.com/community/tandemwriting/988.html?thread=988

Johnny turned on the TV for some morning traffic, but was surprised when the program was not the traffic report but news regarding a death at the beach. At this time in the morning there's usually traffic report. Johnny looked at his watch.

"Oh damn, I'm gonna be late for work!" He had forgotten all about the time when he was slowly sipping his coffee and spacing out. Johnny dashed downstairs to his car and went off to work. At the traffic signal for the highway on-ramp he waited impatiently for an old man to cross the crosswalk. Just as the light was about to turn green, an old woman started crossing the crosswalk.

"What are you doing?!" Johnny exclaimed incredulously in his seat as the light turned green. The old lady slowly made her way across the crosswalk while the cars behind Johnny honked furiously.

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