[gazzy]
WHO: Gazzy/The Gasman (and maybe others)
WHAT: Gazzy's Hiatus Log / Why he's not answering the journals
WHERE: The Flock's Household - mainly the basement
WHEN: Day 326+ [[Monday Feb 16 2008+]]
[[OOC: I'll be using different colors to represent Gazzy's voice-mimicry since the main entry is basically a monologue.]]
Normally, it would have taken being bound, gagged, blind-folded, and drug by the heels for any flock member to go anywhere near a basement. As of late, Gazzy had grown a little less wary of it because some of the boys had been living down there, so how bad could it be?
But then the house got quiet again and that was the one thing Gazzy hated more than anything. He remembered when all of the echoes from the basement would come upstairs and that made him laugh, because the boys were laughing too, and Max liked having a full house, as much as she teased. It felt like home again.
But now Fang was gone and the not-Angel wasn't around anymore either, along with the other boys he'd grown to like. Trudging downstairs he curled up in a blanket and started remembering all the voices.
Zero's and Kurt's were hard to pin-point for Gazzy, but Fang's and Angel's he couldn't have forgotten if he tried.
"Hey Gaz, what's up?" The sound of the older boy's voice came out a little louder than he'd expected.
"Nuthin'."
"Aw c'mon, can't tell me?"
"Jus' don't feel much like talking..." Ironic kid-logic, there.
"You're upset about Max and Iggy. They're sad and so you're even sadder." Angel's voice was matter-of-fact because she could read minds and other cool stuff.
"They're big kids - I can't do anything if they're sad... you guys should just come back. So the flock'll be together again."
"Gazzy, you know it's not that easy - and since when have you let being a little kid stop you?"
"I don't like this place anymore. Max doesn't trust us even more to go out on our own, 'cuz bad stuff happens all the time and it's fun to make her worry, but then REAL bad stuff happens..."
"Real bad stuff happened to us all the time back home. We had to separate there too, remember?"
"Didn't like it then either."
And that was how Gazzy used his mimicry to give himself some small comfort down in the basement where he knew Max and Iggy didn't like to go, hoping that maybe when he decided to go back upstairs, it would be everyone waiting for him, to give him noogies and tell him how silly he'd been.
WHAT: Gazzy's Hiatus Log / Why he's not answering the journals
WHERE: The Flock's Household - mainly the basement
WHEN: Day 326+ [[Monday Feb 16 2008+]]
[[OOC: I'll be using different colors to represent Gazzy's voice-mimicry since the main entry is basically a monologue.]]
Normally, it would have taken being bound, gagged, blind-folded, and drug by the heels for any flock member to go anywhere near a basement. As of late, Gazzy had grown a little less wary of it because some of the boys had been living down there, so how bad could it be?
But then the house got quiet again and that was the one thing Gazzy hated more than anything. He remembered when all of the echoes from the basement would come upstairs and that made him laugh, because the boys were laughing too, and Max liked having a full house, as much as she teased. It felt like home again.
But now Fang was gone and the not-Angel wasn't around anymore either, along with the other boys he'd grown to like. Trudging downstairs he curled up in a blanket and started remembering all the voices.
Zero's and Kurt's were hard to pin-point for Gazzy, but Fang's and Angel's he couldn't have forgotten if he tried.
"Hey Gaz, what's up?" The sound of the older boy's voice came out a little louder than he'd expected.
"Nuthin'."
"Aw c'mon, can't tell me?"
"Jus' don't feel much like talking..." Ironic kid-logic, there.
"You're upset about Max and Iggy. They're sad and so you're even sadder." Angel's voice was matter-of-fact because she could read minds and other cool stuff.
"They're big kids - I can't do anything if they're sad... you guys should just come back. So the flock'll be together again."
"Gazzy, you know it's not that easy - and since when have you let being a little kid stop you?"
"I don't like this place anymore. Max doesn't trust us even more to go out on our own, 'cuz bad stuff happens all the time and it's fun to make her worry, but then REAL bad stuff happens..."
"Real bad stuff happened to us all the time back home. We had to separate there too, remember?"
"Didn't like it then either."
And that was how Gazzy used his mimicry to give himself some small comfort down in the basement where he knew Max and Iggy didn't like to go, hoping that maybe when he decided to go back upstairs, it would be everyone waiting for him, to give him noogies and tell him how silly he'd been.