VOICES >> shukka

[locke]

The Resistance headquarters is well hidden in case the Perfect Nation came to find them. This plan was brilliant in Locke’s point of view because he would do just about anything to stay away from the Perfect Nation after some bad experiences in the past as well as just hating the Perfect Nation in general. Not many people knew where the headquarters were, Locke made sure of that because he didn’t want anybody leaking information to the Perfect Nation, that was extremely unwanted. Who knows what they could end up doing with that kind of information? Now how could he be trusted with the information seeing as he is certifiably insane? Well he is a Founder of the Resistance and the head Strategist, so that meant that he was trusted by most, but it didn’t mean that he trusted himself.

His current location was that he was in his shabby room with his back pressed against a wall as he sat on the ground mumbling to himself, well the voices. They always tried to talk him into doing things that he didn’t want to do, sometimes they’d take over his eyes and show him things to convince him. Most of the time he was able to withstand the delusions and voices with aid of a good friend called Jack Daniels. Taking a swig from the bottle in his hand, finishing it off, Locke fought back the nagging voices and stood from the ground. He slowly walked over to his bag that was lying on the bed and changed into a pair of loose fitting jeans and a black vneck t-shirt.

After looking semi presentable with his new change of clothes and massive case of bedhead, Locke slowly opened his door and peered down the hallway, looking completely and utterly paranoid. There was no way that some Perfect Nation soldier would be in the Headquarters, but you never knew and Locke wasn’t taking his chances. Once he knew the hall was clear he slowly walked down the hallway, not to make any noise. When he did pass someone they looked at him weird because they weren’t used to seeing him out of his room in general. Locke liked to stay in his room where he knew things were safe and people were safe from him, he could only be lured out when there was a meeting of some sort or for food and alcohol.

Finally he made his way into the kitchen part of Headquarters and found himself looking in the refrigerator, well his refrigerator. Unlike everyone else in the Headquarters, Locke had his own fridge because he didn’t trust other people to not mess with his food somehow. After unlocking the padlock on the door he pulled out a cold beer and quickly locked the thing back up as if the longer it was open the more likely it was that someone would try to poison him. Quickly he opened the bottle, anxious to subside the voices that were growing louder and the dark mood that was thrashing in his head. All he needed to do now was to get back to his room without trouble and he would be safe as well as everyone else. Shouldn’t be that hard, right?

WORDS >> 541
TAGGED >> shukka
STATUS >> finished
OUTFIT >> jeans & black vneck
NOTES >> i love lockey :]

[shukka]

God, this was bloody stupid. Shukka was a forward thinking guy and hiding from the 'Pefect Nation' was not his idea of a resistance. He missed the rebelling times, the gas bombs and the riots. Good times. Where was the anarchy? Where was the fight? It no longer existed in normal people these days despite what the Resistance was trying to prove. They all wanted peace and democracy or what other shit but Shukka wanted Anarchy. What better way for peace than chaos?

He needed a beer, not that hard to get unless the fridge was empty of them but still not that hard. Locke was an idiot if he thought he could lock his fridge from Shukka. A simple padlock and not enough effort so he didn't look needy. A twist of the gears and the bloody thing popped open. As if he cared what the other founder thought, the guy was batfuck crazy.

He didn't sleep much, had a lot of nightmares though he didn't tell people about this. He was fearless to them, probably scarier than half the Nation soldiers put together. Was it all an act? Well only kinda. He was still cruel to the core but his shyness was childish even. God, he had to stop. He lifted the drink to his lips and enjoyed the silence.

"Not bad beer Locke, if i do say so myself." Shukka said calling to the boy who was heading in his general direction. "You really should get a better lock, wouldn't want some one to poison you." Now he was asking for trouble, hell he was bored and derranged. Locke was one of those people you didn't want to mess with but to Shukka it was all the more enjoying.

"That is why you lock it right?"

[locke]

Being paranoid just kind of came with the territory in Locke’s point of view. Maybe it was the curse of having a brilliant mind, a mind that could make a strategy so complex, yet simple that it could potentially bring down the Perfect Nation. That was the plan that Locke had swimming around in his head but he could never quite get it perfect, either he found a new hole in the plan or his mind was blocked by his insanity. Not many people know what has driven Locke into this insanity, sure most of it has something to do with genetics, but the severity of it was triggered by past events. Maybe if the world hadn’t gone down the shitter Locke would have been a perfectly normal guy with a bad temper or something, but from everything the world has put on his plate his mind has started to turn on him and Locke only hopes that one day the world could be at peace and hopefully so will his mind.

Since Locke is certifiably insane and extremely paranoid most people have learned to accept his extreme measures and not pester him because they just don’t know what mood he’ll be in. However there were fair few that didn’t bother taking caution while being near him, the ones that either didn’t care about their own safety or just found joy in watching the crazy Founder go off on another rage. Even Locke knew that these people were fools; he knew that he couldn’t control his emotions at times or that he couldn’t stop the things that he sometimes did because when he does them they seem completely rational in his mind.

The one person that didn’t seem to mind pushing his insanity riddled mind just so happened to be another one of the Founders, Shukka. The only reason that Locke even put up with him was because he was a Founder of the Resistance, no matter how temperamental and violence prone the guy is Locke respected that he helped find the Resistance along side of him and the other Founders, but it didn’t mean that he actually liked the guy. It wasn’t uncommon to have the two at each others necks, Locke knew somewhere deep in his mind that Shukka was just messing with him for the reaction, but that deep part was always overridden by the voices and rational thoughts that seemed to spin in his head when a confrontational moment like this.

What? Locke whispered to himself once he heard the voice of none other than Shukka. Slowly turning his head Locke saw Shukka drinking one of his beers and acting as he usually did. WHAT DID YOU DO?! Locke yelled his black mood so strong it seemed to radiate off of his very being. The voices were practically screaming in his head, telling him that he could have been poisoned; Shukka could’ve switched sides, and so many wilder but potentially truthful scenarios. The anger gripping his mind Locke walked quickly over to Shukka and grabbed him by his collar, glaring at him with wild eyes. WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS?! Locke roared shaking the bottle in Shukka’s face before throwing it against a wall.

By now the few people that were in sight had either cleared out in fear of this bad situation or tried to go find another Founder so they could put a stop to this downhill situation. He got into it… Of course he got into it… Got to change the locks….. Get more locks… And food Locke started mumbling to himself while still gripping Shukka’s collar, almost forgetting about him until a whisper reminded him of the threat. TELL ME WHAT YOU DID! Locke demanded, even though this was irrational to think just because one beer was stolen that every single thing he kept in his fridge was now poisoned and that Shukka was behind it. Even so, Locke’s mind wasn’t going to let him take any chances.

WORDS >> 667
TAGGED >> shukka
STATUS >> finished
OUTFIT >> jeans & black vneck
NOTES >> i love lockey :]

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[shukka]

The boy reacted faster than usual, impressive. Shukka remained calm, letting the boy grab his collar. Locke couldn’t do anything and if he made a move Shukka would break his neck. The only reason he hadn’t struck yet was because he wasn’t done. It was a perfect situation, if the fun was broken to short it would be Locke that got in trouble not Shukka because the boy was obviously threatening especially in his mental state.

”I’m shocked, You think I hate you so much I would poison you?” He said sounding amazed and innocent as possible which was very very hard despite his good acting skills. He sighed, ”What if I did try to poison you? What would you do? I must say my friend, you‘re not doing so well. You hide in that closet of a room and only leave to get a beer. You barely talk to people except to mutter words no one cares about and you've probably never had a girlfriend let alone sex your entire life, but what do i know? Trust me, people hate you but I don‘t hate you.” He was laughing now, maniacal in away that it was hard to determine who was really crazy.

”In fact I love you so much, I filled that drink with sleeping drugs.” He winked at that, hardly containing a snicker as he mess with the kid. It was too easy to mess with this kid and perhaps he was asking for a punch in the face but he really was anxious for a fight. ”And after that I was going to drag you away to the Perfect Nation in return for a new pair of shoes. Good deal eh?”

[locke]

Sometimes Locke just wished that everyone would leave him alone; that they wouldn’t mess with his head more than his head was already messing with itself. If Locke had it his way he would be in his room at all times with no contact with the outside world. However nobody would let him be by himself, alone with the voices that tormented him or the mood swings that caused him to do things he couldn’t even understand. He was needed for the Resistance because if he wasn’t fighting the Resistance he couldn’t see any other way to put his head back on straight. Maybe it was another irrational thought or something but Locke truly believed that the end of the Perfect Nation would restore peace in his head.

Locke was certain that if he could bring things back to the way they were before the Perfect Nation he would be able to have his mind back to the way it was before as well. Before everything went to Hell, Locke was a normal 15 year old boy that liked cars, girls, and was just a little bit above average in the brains department, but otherwise he was a typical teenager. When the world went crazy Locke’s parents were taken by the Perfect Nation and that started off a chain of events that lead him into the state that he is in now. If everything was still normal Locke was certain he would be normal as well, but alas its not and he’s stuck with a brain that tries to attack him.

Why wouldn’t you try to poison me? Locke demanded, his anger still swirling in his brain. To Locke anybody was capable of anything, so why wouldn’t Shukka be able to poison Locke, why wouldn’t he? There were plenty of scenarios already swarming in Locke’s head causing the voices to shout louder and louder. You wouldn’t be the first! Locke added. HOW AM I TO KNOW WHY YOU WOULD!!?!? Locke yelled in rage while he was still debating on what to do now. His mind was still on overload with all the rage and over thinking, without any kind of buffer between the two Locke barely even knew what he was doing anymore.

YOU WHAT?! Locke screamed and slammed Shukka against a wall. Why would he do that? Locke mumbled to himself Sleep… no I don’t sleep… what was he thinking?... is he lying? Everything that Locke was mumbling was pretty irrational, but he still worried. Locke didn’t like to sleep because then he remembered things of the past, things he tried to block out. He remembered what happened when he was captured, he remembered loosing his parents, and he remembered so much that he wished that he would be able to stay awake forever that way he wouldn’t have to close his eyes and have those images flash in his head.

Don’t joke about that! Locke threatened as a frantic panic took over. If what Shukka was saying was true then Locke couldn’t go back to the Perfect Nation. They’d seen him before, they know he has information, information that they wanted. Not again Locke thought to himself over and over, he wouldn’t let this happen again. I WILL NOT GO BACK THERE! Locke yelled and swung his fist back, aiming to punch Shukka in the face.

WORDS >> 558
TAGGED >> shukka
STATUS >> finished
OUTFIT >> jeans & black vneck
NOTES >> i love lockey :]

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[shukka]

Pain split up his back as the wall met his spine, this guy was tougher than he expected. Sure, Shukka and Locke got into plenty of fist fights but Shukka had never managed to piss him off so bad. He picked a good day. He reminded himself he didn’t care. Of course Shukka had poisoned people before, he was a murderer and wasn’t new to making poisons. He was pretty good with the right herbs so it was no wonder why no one trusted him besides the fact he’s killed more people than most others in the Resistance.

”Getting rough already? You‘re losing yourself my friend.” He snickered, he was hardly ever serious because that was who he was. He was careless of his own life and everyone else. Locke was mumbled, yelling, being commanded by Shukka like a puppet. Shukka was the master and this boy was playing by his rules. Even when being held and threatened, a smile split his lips and laughter left in maniacal rhythms.

”Come on then, hit me.” He screamed, holding his head forward as if asking Locke. Maybe that would help get some sense into him, a nice punch in the face but that wasn’t what he was planning. He twisted just as the fist connected with his cheek, only the cheek and at least not directly in the face which could easily get his nose broken. But he had bitten his innercheek and could taste blood. His body was quick, slithering like a snake and pushing until the wall left his back and the opposite met harshly into Locke’s back. ”That wasn‘t very nice damn bastard,” He was saying this while laughing, blood coating his teeth. His hand balled into a fist drawing forth to punch the boy in his gut.