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Creepy Crawly

Posts: 58
Date: Jan 16, 2009
Sibling Rivalry
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Silly things!
 
Adults. They were silly things with limited uses and Crawly was entirely sure she was not going to turn into one of them when she grew up. If she grew up, because if she tried hard enough she could stay the way she was for ever.
 
Sulking did not even begin to describe the child's mood as she sat, swallowed up by numerous frilly pillows, on her bed. Her room was cute. Precious, adorable, girly. Pick an adjective, any adjective.
None of it helped. She had gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, who's-its and what's-its galore, and none of them seemed to cheer Crawly up. With her little arms crossed over her chest she played the staring game with the stuffed toys on the end of the bed. Most of them were spray painted red and covered in glitter. In her mind it was fresh blood, sparkling in the light, and even that didn't do shit to lift her mood.  In fact, it made it worse. The red kept reminding Crawly of her current source of annoyance. Big sisters were such a pain in the ass.
 
With a little shriek of frustration, Crawly used one of the frillier pillows by her side, to smash the toys off the bed. Promptly launching the pillow against one wall afterwards. No she was not going to take this. Harley nearly scared off her one potential friend. It was true that all Crawly really needed and wanted in life was her Mommy. But the blonde girl who tasted like Bubble Gum was her's to play with. Not Harley's. Share was well and good, but Harley didn't go out and meet her. Crawly did. She had dibs. Plus Harley ruined her little hat. Pissed her off. That, was so not cool.
 
Problem was, short of killing Harley, Crawly couldn't think of one thing to do to get back at her big sister. Her human siblings from long ago used to tease her. Break her dolls, pull her hair. They were dead now. They paid for what they did. Harley was still walking and talking.  Finding herself in the "kitchen" area, Crawly watched the workmen hammer at a large shelf with the focus only a person who was trying very hard not to pay attention to anything else had. His fear and anxiety wafted up like sick perfume, filling the air and making the child smile. As if feeling himself being watched the man paused, slowly looking around as if the big, bad scary would attack him. When Crawly jumped up and screamed "Boo!" The man wet himself. 
 
Writing on the floor, giggling like mad Crawly watched the construction worker hurry off, mumbling something inannoyed Italian, while others pretended he just spilled water all over himself. See, adults were silly, that was so clearly not water. The giggles helped. They chased some of the rain clouds away, leaving a little ray of sunny creativity to shine through. Crawly may not be able to hurt Harley, but she could hurt her things. Technically those things couldn't feel pain, but come on, Crawly was just a child.
 
With a pair of scissors from the butcher block set of knives, Crawly stalked into Harley's room. "Haaaaaarrrrrrrlllllleeeeeeyyyyyyyyy? Are you here? Haaaaarrrrrllllleeeeyyyyy." No answer. Perfect. Smiling her sweet smile, Crawly went to town. She started with the dresser. Opening each drawer and taking out what was in it. It took a while, but every item in it  was cut to shreds, then folded and set neatly into the drawer so the deed wasn't as obvious. The closet was next, and anything Crawly found laying around. Putting holes in the clothes wasn't enough. Harley would just play them up, so Crawly took to the seams. Slicing things till they looked like doilies on crack. By the time Crawly was finished, she was sure she had gotten everything but what Harley might have been "wearing" out that day. Perfect.  With the scissors washed and set back into the block, Crawly ran to hide in her room, giggling as she crawled into the fort of pillows on her bed. Oh Harley was in for SUCH a surprise.


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Venomous Arsenal

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Date: Jan 19, 2009
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" Mother fucking evil bitch from the unholy fires of hell!..."

Harley hadn't meant to yell out loud the way she did but it had been a total surprise that was for damn sure. To come home and enter her bedroom to find that the anti Christ had taken to ripping all her belongings. Of all the low things to do the child snake!..and yes the CHILD SNAKE.. she knew instantly it was her because of the way it was done. Like someone had threw a tantrum and upchucked in her bedroom with sharp objects...Though that alone didn't condemn the little shit, it was the simple fact that the room reeked of her over whelming presence. Part of her was proud to have such a twisted little bitch as a sister yet the other part, the snake was madder then a whore at a seven eleven who couldn't make rent due to lack of customers.

Her face got as red as her hair and for a moment she found herself ready to bust from her human skin. Though as much as she wanted to in that second, devouring the little hoodlum wouldn't be nearly as sweet as paying her back. And well there was always Shane, and Harley didn't want to piss her off. The child snake was down right twisted but her Kadra could be down right demonic and if her temper rose up then the red head could easily picture the devil bending down to put his head between his legs and kiss his fiery red ass goodbye.. She turned and tripped over something she hadn't seen before. Falling but not meeting the floor with her face thanks to her quick reflexes, she turned to look at what caused the near mishap.. Her jaw fell open and the rage once more boiled within because there on the floor was a box of cancer sticks..

All of the packs were shredded, Harley rolled to her back and started laughing rather cynically. Her feet kicked at the floor for a few moments before she then sprang to her feet, paused in the door way and did something from..( Think Simpson's. Mr.Burn's..) Rubbing hands together she mouthed excellent..

A hour passed where she checked on Crawly's where about's  and after determining that the girl was gone for the day she had ventured into the girl's room and packed everything there. Bone jewelry collection, paint, containers of blood and hid them away.. She didn't throw them away but hell Crawly wouldn't know that know would she?.. Then she changed her whole room. Painting it a bright pink, which nearly made Harley gag.. Then unicorns, and all that happy fuzzy stuff that the girl detested was plastered up there on the walls..

Bed was decorated with a nice white comforter that had holy crosses decorated on the top of it.. Teddy bears lined the bottom of the bed and in the corner of the room where there was a fire place her dolls heads would be hung from strings.. Yes she had taken to Crawly's habit of cutting things and had decapitated them with the same scciors that Crawly had used on her clothes. The bodies of those headless dolls were burning in the fire.

The room was beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.. Last a letter was left on one of the girls pillows.

Dear Anti- Christ,

It was so sweet of you to take the time to help me in getting rid of old attire that I only found it fitting to return the favor by gifting you with such a beautiful room.. Enjoy......

Sincerely,
The Devil's Play Thing...


P.S...  If you want your bloody bones back, try Nori's room.. I think they are hidden in there, I saw the Asian getting freaky with them....


-- Edited by Harley Jones at 13:29, 2009-01-19

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