Comments | aternatopia: My feelings can best be expressed in a song from the hit musical "Evil Dead."

owingnobody in aternatopia

My feelings can best be expressed in a song from the hit musical "Evil Dead."

Oct 02, 2009 21:56

Who: Boy and Trod. Toy and Brod. Oy. Nod.
When: IMMEDIATELY after the musical thread.
Where: A broom closet, or the first private place Bod- Troy? Sheesh- can find.
What: Well, what do you think?
Status: Closed (for the moment)

( bum bum bum bum WHAT THE F*(#$ WAS THAT?? bum bum bum... )

troy bolton, nobody owens, !body swap

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troyboltonav October 3 2009, 15:07:03 UTC

Troy hadn't quite figured out what had happened to him yet. He'd been standing across the stage, and then he'd felt really dizzy and had been standing somewhere else. But his confusion came to a head when someone who looked exactly like him grabbed him and shoved him into a closet.

"I...what?" Troy stammered, noticing for the first time that he was wearing Bod's clothes. "I...you're...are you Bod? Am I...what is this?" Yeah, he was a little less than coherent right now.

owingnobody October 3 2009, 18:35:48 UTC

"I don't know." Frustrated, he turned away, pacing the length of the room and back again. He was a little bit shorter than normal, and not entirely sure he liked it; call it one more thing about Troy Bolton that unintentionally got on his nerves. "It's like the universe has it out for me, isn't it! I mean, first Clarice, and then Neil..." He stopped, raking his fingers through his hair. "And now I'm bloody YOU! How am I supposed to be you? I'm not special, or- or wonderful or whatever the hell it is you manage to be!" He threw up his hands, looking at Troy's blank, bewildered expression, made even worse by the fact that it was on his own face. "And you don't even try, do you? It's not even something you THINK about. It's just completely... perfectly... natural." He turned again, wishing there was a chair he could fall into until his legs stopped shaking. He settled for leaning against the nearest wall.

troyboltonav October 3 2009, 19:12:43 UTC

It was very strange for Troy to watch himself having a temper tantrum on the other side of the room. Slowly he put the pieces together. If he was wearing Bod's clothes...and Bod seemed to be wearing his face...then...he must be Bod?

Troy shook his...Bod's...head, bewildered. "What do you mean, first Clarice and now Neil? What are you talking about?"

He had thought, after their first meeting in the graveyard, that he and Bod were friends. So it was surprising to hear how angry Bod was at him. No one had ever been that angry at him before, not even Chad. It felt awful and Troy didn't know how to make it better. Troy flinched a little, trying to think of how to react.

"I...I'm sorry," Troy said, his voice small. "I don't, don't know why you're angry at me...I don't understand what I did..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know why you're me. I'm sorry."

owingnobody October 3 2009, 19:57:43 UTC

Bod sighed. And sighed again. "I know. I know! None of this is your fault!" He gave Troy-in-his-body a sour look. "You're a very hard person to hate, do you know that?" He looked at the floor, wondering how anyone could handle looking at that face when it was sad. How often did he make that face? It was terrible. He was never going to do it again. "I don't even think it's 'hate', really," he said, a little more gently. "Just... frustration. I don't have a problem dealing with people who are out to get me, or who are small-minded bullies that pick on people smaller than they are, but... but what do I do with you? What do I do when I'm faced with someone who's good at everything, who everyone likes- who even I like, and who somehow ends up with everything I want- just after I realize I want it?" His shoulders slumped. "And now, I'm you. And something tells me it's not going to make one thing better."

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