May 4, 2014 12:19 AM
I can’t leave Danilo behind! MJ stopped in his tracks, the door right in front of him. The back door, not the front. That would’ve been foolish of him to run straight into the police presence here at the house. He spun around. Where’d he go?! Where… Where was he? MacKenzie stood still, hand on his chin, eyes affixed on his navel. Kitchen! He remembered! He fought the torrent of partygoers and went upstream to the kitchen.
The kitchen’s walls were a dark shade of yellow. A bit ugly, MJ thought. But that wasn’t what he had gone into the kitchen to do--look at the walls; no, he went for his teammate, Danilo Ribeiro. But he wasn’t there. In fact there was no one there. An empty room. An empty house? No, can’t be empty. Just saw all those people leave. MJ thought, shaking his head. He had to keep pressing on, go deeper into the house to find his friend.
Beyond the kitchen was a room with wood-panelled flooring and an expensive-looking chandelier hanging above an elegant table. The dining room, MJ deduced. Contrary to the kitchen, it was packed. People seemed to be filing in and out constantly, the overall number in the room remaining constant. MJ prepared himself to push through the crowd in search of Danilo with a deep breath, but almost as soon as he stepped forward everyone moved, as if they were parting to give him a path through the chaos. “Danilo!” He cried. Silence. He mustn’t be here, either. MJ figured.
MJ rounded the dining room table and entered the next room, one with walls a hideous shade of yellow. Wait... MJ looked around the empty kitchen. That can’t be right. He turned around and went back into the dining room.
The dining room seemed smaller this time, and there was no one inside. The table was gone, too, as was the chandelier. In their place was a white, porcelain chair and a telephone booth of some sort. MJ, confused, looked around. There was someone, it turned out, in the room with him. A curly-haired man about his age made eye contact with MJ. His face was swollen horribly. MJ couldn’t stand to look at him any longer, and quickly turned. Just as he did, the man with the puffy face looked away as well. Wait… MJ turned back to the man, who turned back as well. A mirror! MJ touched his face gingerly. His face didn’t feel swollen, but it certainly didn’t look right. Heart racing, he quickly exited the bathroom.
A wonderful armoire, stained a deep chestnut stood tall in the room. The mere sight of it struck MJ with Awe. There Must Have Been At Least 7 Drawers On That Thing! Plus, the incredible handiwork, the small intricate details hand carved onto the base of the bottom drawer. What were they? Small boats shook in large waves, each one looking more like the last. MJ followed the boats. They ended their voyage at the edge. His eyes rolled about the room; the king sized bed looked so inviting. Its dimensions truly lifelike, he jumped on.
“Where are you?” Danilo asked “I’m here, Dan.” MJ replied “What’s that do for me?” “huh?” “The bed, what’s good for it?” “You want to buy it?” “I appreciate you coming back for me, by the way. Even if you haven’t found yet.” “True, you’re welcome.”
MJ emerged in the foyer. Only Johnny was in there. “Hey man, how’s it going?” “Wha… WHAT the hell did you give me?” “Opened your eyes, dude. You’re what? 20? Twenty? What, Twenty?” “...” “Audible silence! Look at that! That’s pretty impressive! ‘...’ Not many people can say that, man! Look, there’s really something you should know, this doesn’talwaysgowellthefirsttimearound, you hearme? One of my boys, vincentactuallyhadalotoftroublewhenhetrieditoutthefirsttimebutithink,atleastthatwhenhetrieditoutthesecondtimearound,hehadnoqualmswithit.umbeliveable, rogjt ?somethignsaretrulybeyondthecomprehensionofthemindand--” “AHHHHHHHHHHHH”” MJ screamed (like a girl! ) __”who,anoneedtocutmeofftherechamp, but if i t ‘ s s o m e th in g th a t ‘ s bothering y ou, I wo’nt pester. Butyour’efriend, yeah. He’s in the next room. Just out that do o r.”
JOhnny, Mister Gruff, “The Gruff, Scruffyman”, McDermont pointed in the general direction of the wall. There wasn’t a door there. In fact, it was just a wall. Why did it seem that there was only one way in and out of this room? Surely a foyer would have more than one point of egress?
[i Out I go! /[i He outted from the door he went in. That should have been italic. {Get out.} Enough of your childish games. He does not understand the point of this, therefore there is no point to it. {He needs to find his friend! How else is this update supposed to end?} He will find his Danilo. Danilo has been looking for him this whole time. You’ve been too busy confusing him to notice that. Regardless, this is obvious enough without you making the font larger. Get to work. {...}
The door swung open. MJ was outside. The home’s shadow covered him entirely. The smoke billowed. He was blinded by the bright orange of the flames.
“MJ!” the fog covering his senses dimmed, “Holy shit, MJ!”
He slowly began to feel the hands carrying him. As quickly as the sensation of them appeared, it left. Replaced with the cold, unforgiving flatness of the grass. He was turned over to face the night sky. A face blocked his view of the stars.
“What the hell were you doing? Why did you go back in there?! MJ! MJ!!”
He was slapped.
The face came into focus, “Da… Danilo? Where were you?” “I’ve been out here the whole time looking for you, you idiot! Mattson had to go back in there and get you.” “You were pretty far gone, there MacKenzie.” Mattson said, “you were screaming about some boats or some shit when I picked you up.” “I… I thought you… were still in there Danilo… I had to go and… Go and pick you up.” “Hah!” Danilo ran his hands through his hair, “Well, I appreciate your concern for me, but… Running into a burning house is usually not the best idea.” “...Burning?” MJ looked at the house, “...It looks fine to me.”
May 4, 2014 12:24 AM
“Danilo!” MJ cried. A head whipped up from the dining room table, “WHA--huh?” “Didn’t you hear tha-------------” “MJ…?”
MacKenzie fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud. “MJ! Holy shit, MJ!” Danilo ran over to his teammate and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Mattson, I need you to help me with MJ.” “Unh, I’ll be right there.”
May 4, 2014 5:38 PM
“Guhhh” “You’re late, MacKenzie!” Jacobs' eternal level 11 volume was particularly grating. “Unhhhh.” “Not even going to grace me with a response? No excuse? No retort?! Pah!”
MJ continued to his locker and began changing.
After Jacobs’ lecture on the fundamentals of “not being a piece of garbage team,” Danilo tapped MJ on the back. “We’re never speaking of last night again, okay? That shit’s between you, Mattson, and me. No one else.” “...Mmhm.”
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