another dimension with voyeuristic intentions...sydneysconverseOctober 21 2012, 00:08:18 UTC
(...or the one where the killjoys are from transsexual transylvania.) [i am so sorry. like. this is probably a mockery of all that you stand for. or maybe it isn't. if it's not, i'm glad.]
Gerard doesn't suspect that his... Party Poison is an alien until he finds the Fabulous Killjoys in the diner one afternoon all speaking in a different language, all harsh impossible sounds that aren't consonant or vowel mixed in with the familiar Zonerunner slang. He's just woken up, and he's sleepy yet, but this kind of wakes him up, sheerly out of bizarreness.
Party Poison tugs him into his lap and looks into his eyes and says, "Baby, y'know that movie that we're not sposed to watch?" Which, okay, is a broad spectrum- anything pre-bomb is outlawed. His confusion must show because then Party's elaborating. "The Rocky Horror Picture Show, you've seen it?" And Gerard nods, because yeah, anybody worth their rebellion has seen it, it was a cult-classic like fifty years before the pigbombs.
"Well, it was put under wraps because it's true. Most of us Zonerunners are from Transsexual."
Gerard, he's made of pretty hearty stuff, being a refugee from Bat City and running with the Fabulous Killjoys and playing backseat bingo with Party-fuckin-Poison, right, but that's just like, really fucking weird. And so Gerard kinda swoons a little bit.
Party laughs and kisses him and life goes on. They still run from Dracs and Korse, and Party still orchestrates shit to go down, and Gerard still cuts records with Dr. Death, so life goes on, up until one night when it doesn't.
Party wakes him up abruptly, shakes him awake and stuffs him into his marching band jacket and his boots, and Gerard thinks they're being ambushed until he notices the distinct lack of a flasher on the redhead's hip. Which, what the hell? Party keeps that thing on when they /fuck./
Poison shushes his questioning and they get into the Trans-Am and speed through the sweet desert night, windows down, until they're at the Fuck-You in five.
It's a /scene./
There are Killjoys everywhere, none of them armed, and Party stands up straighter when they're out of the car and Dr. Death wheels up onto the stage. He starts talking, and he's grinning like Gerard has never ever seen that man grin before, and then he's listening.
"So all you cool cats pretty much know how this goes down, but we're gonna remind you anyways..." Music starts up. "It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the right, and you put your hands on your hips, and pull your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrusts that really drive you insane. Are you ready to do the Time Warp again?"
Party is nodding, and then he turns to tell Gerard to do the dance when they do it, all fierceness and that bright red hair. The music keeps playing, and as one, they all start to dance.
A jump to the left...
When they fall to the ground at the dance's completion, the world starts to shake.
Gerard hollers like a bat out of hell and it feels like they're caught up in a twister like in the fuckin Wizard of Oz or some shit, bodies colliding but nothing hurts, just takes his breath away. When he hits ground again, his eyes are closed.
He opens them to a world that's shiny and bright and retro like everything the Killjoys say it used to be, fucking slaughtermatic.
Poison is there, grinning, and he says, "Sweet-fucking-Transsexual," and Gerard knows he's home.
[i am so sorry. like. this is probably a mockery of all that you stand for. or maybe it isn't. if it's not, i'm glad.]
Gerard doesn't suspect that his... Party Poison is an alien until he finds the Fabulous Killjoys in the diner one afternoon all speaking in a different language, all harsh impossible sounds that aren't consonant or vowel mixed in with the familiar Zonerunner slang. He's just woken up, and he's sleepy yet, but this kind of wakes him up, sheerly out of bizarreness.
Party Poison tugs him into his lap and looks into his eyes and says, "Baby, y'know that movie that we're not sposed to watch?" Which, okay, is a broad spectrum- anything pre-bomb is outlawed. His confusion must show because then Party's elaborating. "The Rocky Horror Picture Show, you've seen it?" And Gerard nods, because yeah, anybody worth their rebellion has seen it, it was a cult-classic like fifty years before the pigbombs.
"Well, it was put under wraps because it's true. Most of us Zonerunners are from Transsexual."
Gerard, he's made of pretty hearty stuff, being a refugee from Bat City and running with the Fabulous Killjoys and playing backseat bingo with Party-fuckin-Poison, right, but that's just like, really fucking weird. And so Gerard kinda swoons a little bit.
Party laughs and kisses him and life goes on. They still run from Dracs and Korse, and Party still orchestrates shit to go down, and Gerard still cuts records with Dr. Death, so life goes on, up until one night when it doesn't.
Party wakes him up abruptly, shakes him awake and stuffs him into his marching band jacket and his boots, and Gerard thinks they're being ambushed until he notices the distinct lack of a flasher on the redhead's hip. Which, what the hell? Party keeps that thing on when they /fuck./
Poison shushes his questioning and they get into the Trans-Am and speed through the sweet desert night, windows down, until they're at the Fuck-You in five.
It's a /scene./
There are Killjoys everywhere, none of them armed, and Party stands up straighter when they're out of the car and Dr. Death wheels up onto the stage. He starts talking, and he's grinning like Gerard has never ever seen that man grin before, and then he's listening.
"So all you cool cats pretty much know how this goes down, but we're gonna remind you anyways..." Music starts up. "It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the right, and you put your hands on your hips, and pull your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrusts that really drive you insane. Are you ready to do the Time Warp again?"
Party is nodding, and then he turns to tell Gerard to do the dance when they do it, all fierceness and that bright red hair. The music keeps playing, and as one, they all start to dance.
A jump to the left...
When they fall to the ground at the dance's completion, the world starts to shake.
Gerard hollers like a bat out of hell and it feels like they're caught up in a twister like in the fuckin Wizard of Oz or some shit, bodies colliding but nothing hurts, just takes his breath away. When he hits ground again, his eyes are closed.
He opens them to a world that's shiny and bright and retro like everything the Killjoys say it used to be, fucking slaughtermatic.
Poison is there, grinning, and he says, "Sweet-fucking-Transsexual," and Gerard knows he's home.
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