Open House: The Reason Why You Lock Your Doors

AN OPEN HOUSE: THE REASON WHY YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS

A Play in One Scene

by

Sean Jones

Sunglasses

So theres this guy…

Thats how people start stories right? Anyway, here we we go. Yeah.

So he is awalkin’ down the street, some average joe smith. He is yeh high and had a cigar in his mouth, which is weird, because who smokes a cigar these days? I thought that freudian guy kind of made it for anyone to be walking around, minding his business, with his mouth full of di- smoke! From the cigar! But the most noticible thing on his face were his sunglasses. Man he had good sunglasses!

So he is awalkin’ along the street, not caring about anything you know? Those sunglasses are blocking out his eyes, so you cant see where he is looking. But the I notice somthin’. I noticed that he wasn’t stopping, not for nothing you know? Pedistrians, children, hot dog vendors, schoolbuses filled with children , nuns, cars, old ladies, buses with nuns, and a box of kittens.

He is just barrelling along a straight line, no regard for anyone in his way you know? But somehow this guy is perfectly fine. So I’m watching this guy, and I’m thinking, and while I am thinking I come up with three theories.

1. He is moronic. Not likely due to his awesome sunglasses which only cool people should have, and even stupid people have limits.

2. He was blind. I mean, that tie with that shirt? At the very least he was colorblind. The sunglasses were a good indicator of this, but unless the guy just became deaf and the male version of hellen keller, that wasn’t likely.

Finally, there was my third idea. He was asleepin’, I mean asleptwalkin’. A Sleep Walkin’. This was the most likely, because he wasn’t wearing pants. And if I remember one thing from scooby-doo, aside from the fact that every real estate agent is evil and wants you off your property, is that you should never wake up someone who is a sleepingwalkin’.

So there I am, running in front of him, shouting at people to get out of his way. But I had to shout real quietly you know? So that I wouldn’t wake him up. But no one heard me, so I was basically pushing people out of his way for him. But I’ a real fast runner right, so when the traffic light changed… I was on one side, and he was in the middle.

A bus came. It was filled with children, nuns, and a box of kittens. Karma told me his time had come.

I wont horror you with the gory details of the devastating crash, but I will share with you the bright side of all of this.

At least I got these cool sunglasses.

Finite Life Returns

Due to lack of interest in anything other than Finite Life, I must return to it, much to everyone's pleasure I hope.

Here is a brief teaser on the next chapter.

Student Five: Ako Izumi

Timid Athletic Girl

The Sight Of Blood Makes Her Weak

Her Scar Bears Her Shame

Student 4: Yue Ayase

Philosophizing

No Point In The School System

She Is Baka-Black

It's All in the Wrist: Background 02

The class was out. School was over, for the day at least. It was a Saturday, which usually meant fun nightly activities suitable for youngsters tonight and a needed day off tomorrow. That does not include Akio, who was quite busy moping as he put his shoes. Kiyoshi, who was most certainly not moping, was eternally confused by his reluctance to work, but it did not matter. That is just how things work, they would work tonight, and half of them would be miserable. Kiyoshi thought about asking him about his extreme dislike of working for the Sasaki, but that would break the silent code between them; no talking about the past. It didn’t matter though, Kiyoshi would go to work, and enjoy it, and Akio would go and be silently cursing everyone in sight, that was just how it worked, and tonight wouldn’t be different.

Student Three: Kazumi Asakura

The Paparazzi

Her Camera Always On Hand

Always For A Scoop

Student Two: Yunna Akashi

The Basketball Star

Affection For Her Father

Nickname Is The Kid

31 Haiku: Student One, Sayo Aisaka

Floating Through The Room

Immune To The Change Of Time

Misunderstood Soul

UPDATES

Yes, I have finally got around to actually formatting my blog a bit, and my gosh it looks better. I'm sure Florence will enjoy it as well. Anyway, besides the much appreciated change it how it operates, writings are being updated as well.

Wrist is on a semi-regular schedule, from now on, if it does update, it will be on a Saturday.

As for Off, I plan on updating it once every 1-2-3 days, though the updates will be short to compensate for that.

Anyway, thank you all for keeping up, and enduring the previously horrible site design.