Why Can't I Be You ?

[Logan]

(reply from self)

"All me?" looking emotionally hurt from the rejection he stopped in his tracks, his lips twitching upwards, "You don't really mean that. We know each other, Ecks, we're.. we're two eggs hidden side by side in an egg hunt." (happy easter btw!) The clown didn't have an attraction for her in the way a teenage boy would when he eyed another girl his age from across the mall, the kiss he gave her wasn't sexually driven in anyway. To him the attempted kiss was an itch to his own curiosity, he wanted to know her reaction and it always drew him in when he thought if she ever met lips with a clown before. If anything, he figured he gave her a rare personal moment to share with a drunk friend on some late night social hour. So, a murdering sociopath clown once tried to kiss me. Wasn't that awarding? She might not have appeared to appreciate that now, hopefully down the road she'd open her eyes and take some meaning to it.

For now, an awkward moment separated them, not as quite awkward for the clown though, he merely brushed off the whole tension as if it never happened when he plopped down on her cozy couch and cut on the television. "So, do you have insurance? We should torch this place and bail." titling his head in her direction, eye lashes blinking at a rapid speed.

[Logan]

(reply from Ecks)

Keira girl shook her head in pure disbelief of the crazy clown. She expected something like that, of course to come out of its mouth, it drowned down her nerves, though, that was for sure. For a second, the edge of her lips twitched into a half-hearted smirk. Kei looked him down, crossing her arms firmly. Some very bad ideas were beginning to cross her mind, the kind she was usually very good at keeping locked up. But every once in a while, those darker ideas and plots managed to sneak out. Without batting an eyelash there were things moving about in other parts of the apartment, clothes and a few sharp things, a little stash of jewelry she had picked up at some point from a closed shop, and the necklace around her neck sizzled and burnt down into smoke as it joined the other things in her bag. Very bad thoughts…

“What kind of manners are those?” Ecks rolled her eyes and let that darker side slip out just a little more “Even if I did…Got a car with you?” she asked, shady smirk returning quickly. No way in hell she was going to burn down an apartment and walk away. It was too cliché. Driving away. That’s where it was at.

[Logan]

(reply from self)

She asked me if I had a car. Hm. Park on the hills, play slow music, hold hands.. ohhh dummie clown, we're burning down her apartment, she wants an escape goat. Sure.. I got a car alright and you can get in the trunk! Or the passengers seat. If she had to choose which one would it be? Pondering that thought he hummed along the Sanford and Son's theme song as the program began to play on the television across the room. It wasn't his favorite show. After the shows intro everything went down hill. "M'm." ending the false amazement of the television he lifted his eyebrows in her direction, those violet eyes impossible to ignore, "You want to drive?" yes, drive away from the inferno, leave behind that cheap shower curtain in flames, skip away from satisfying carnage with the Joker.

[Logan]

(reply from Ecks)

The violet eyed teen’s eyebrows shot up then arched dangerously as her eyes narrowed. Off her medication, she caught stray parts of the stable thoughts passing around the clown’s head, it was eerie to finally hear the mental voice, compared to how she never dared dive in on her own accord, afraid to get lost somewhere in the madness and end up in a coma, or worst, just like him. Annoyance rang clear enough on her facial expression, the sudden twitch of her eye that might, or might not, have had something to do with the television set suddenly shutting off and smoking was added dramatics.

“Now, why the hell would I want to drive anything you’ve been in possession of?” she shook her head irritably before picking up a black, naturally, jacket off the sofa and turning, just slightly, to the door, not about to do anything as silly as give the clown her back so trustingly. Other than paranoia sprinkling over ideas of boogie traps and hidden sharp objects in any such car, what would the neighbors think? Seeing her driving off with her home burning to a crisp…that would do no good.

[Logan]

(reply from self)

"My car has air bags.." purple pants lining stretched up to reveal rainbow colored socks when he flopped his leg over the other. He folded his hands together, still relaxed on the comfy sofa, trying to sound reassuring, which, took a bit of work when coming from him, "..and seat belts." Nodding in her direction like a 'car salesmen' just made the quota, struck the hot deal that'd promote him to the air conditioned office featuring free donuts and coffee. It wasn't necessary to sell her anymore, she already put her coat on, maybe pack an overnight bag and Friday night pajama party at inferno apartments was a sleep over. Maybe not the kind you'd ask permission from your parents for, but, whadda they know?

Springing off the couch and onto his feet the clown looked larger than life, literally skipping around her apartment room exploring the whereabouts for flammable goods. The way he carried himself would've been perfect if an audience were seated front row to a musical play. After scrambling for a bit inside the kitchen, he returned to the living room carrying paper towels and dish cloths to which he balled up neatly on the living room carpet. "Don't worry about a thing.." inside the depths of his coat pockets lied a book of matches and a small bottle of lighter fluid, after he presented them a brief frown drew over his face, "Oh nooo! Don't be insulted. I carry these things around like bubble gum and combs." Holding the lighter fluid and matches near her hands he nodded in approval, "I believe the honor is all yours."