⇐ 002 ; open } { we're all full of fear, so let's get out of here
Shawn Spencer is having an odd case of déjà vu.
He is relatively certain he’s had this dream before. In fact, he’s pretty sure that he had this dream last night. He’s standing in the mouth of an alleyway, staring down at the back of an ogre he was relatively certain had been in his dream last night. It even had the same markings as the one from his dream which is just strange. He didn’t remember what happened after this point in the dream-he had been rudely awakened by Curt Smith Jr. the kitten (named so for his rather positive reaction to Shawn’s epic rendition of Tears for Fears’ “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” while he was in the shower) pouncing on his chest and making a rather impressive headache a little worse. He never managed to see the end, but as of this particular moment in time, he isn’t sure he wants to the second time around.
In fact, he wants to wake up. He wants to wake up right now.
As far as he knows he’s trying. Pinching himself, smacking himself in the face, but none of it seems to be working. He smacks himself particularly hard, eliciting an involuntary “ow!” from himself, and then he’s really in trouble. He has the ogre’s attention now, and as the big hulking creature-a big hulking creature with a nasty looking club to boot-turns to face him, picking up his club and starting to make a noise that is somewhere between a growl and a roar (a groar? A roawl?) and starts to move in Shawn’s direction. And Shawn, being the person that he is, does exactly what any sane individual would do.
He lets out an obviously girly scream and makes a break for it.
Thankfully for Shawn, ogres are slow and lazy. They don’t move fast and even though he is vastly out of shape, Shawn can outrun him easily. However, what he doesn’t take into account is that running from an ogre? Is only really going to piss him off. There’s a crash as the club comes down on the sidewalk, and another one of those groars as Shawn ducks into the next alleyway and throws himself into the nearest dumpster, pulling the lid down on top of him. Not the most glamorous hiding place in the world, but it would do for now.
Any takers, Chicago? Someone to save the not-so-fake psychic from himself?
He is relatively certain he’s had this dream before. In fact, he’s pretty sure that he had this dream last night. He’s standing in the mouth of an alleyway, staring down at the back of an ogre he was relatively certain had been in his dream last night. It even had the same markings as the one from his dream which is just strange. He didn’t remember what happened after this point in the dream-he had been rudely awakened by Curt Smith Jr. the kitten (named so for his rather positive reaction to Shawn’s epic rendition of Tears for Fears’ “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” while he was in the shower) pouncing on his chest and making a rather impressive headache a little worse. He never managed to see the end, but as of this particular moment in time, he isn’t sure he wants to the second time around.
In fact, he wants to wake up. He wants to wake up right now.
As far as he knows he’s trying. Pinching himself, smacking himself in the face, but none of it seems to be working. He smacks himself particularly hard, eliciting an involuntary “ow!” from himself, and then he’s really in trouble. He has the ogre’s attention now, and as the big hulking creature-a big hulking creature with a nasty looking club to boot-turns to face him, picking up his club and starting to make a noise that is somewhere between a growl and a roar (a groar? A roawl?) and starts to move in Shawn’s direction. And Shawn, being the person that he is, does exactly what any sane individual would do.
He lets out an obviously girly scream and makes a break for it.
Thankfully for Shawn, ogres are slow and lazy. They don’t move fast and even though he is vastly out of shape, Shawn can outrun him easily. However, what he doesn’t take into account is that running from an ogre? Is only really going to piss him off. There’s a crash as the club comes down on the sidewalk, and another one of those groars as Shawn ducks into the next alleyway and throws himself into the nearest dumpster, pulling the lid down on top of him. Not the most glamorous hiding place in the world, but it would do for now.
Any takers, Chicago? Someone to save the not-so-fake psychic from himself?