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.

Off: 11/6/11

I was on a bullet train, traveling at speeds surpassing 200 miles per hour. Twisting and turning in an infinite number directions at once, but always feeling like it was going upwards.

It's All in the Wrist Background 01

The pencil twirled around in his hand; manipulated by his skillful fingers in amazing ways. It was quicker than anyone else in the school who had a similar reflex to boredom, but with such a overly narrow superlative, that wasn’t anything difficult to comprehend, or indeed, difficult for the boy to do, as the pencil spun and swirled with an excited flair, without his eyes even on it. The excitation was not an extension of his mood, as he was quite bored with everything around him. His eyes showed it, as they slowly moved from target to target in the classroom, neither stopping nor slowing at any particular time. He observed many students taking notes, some prevalent to what the teacher was talking about, some not, and just as many students doing whatever they felt like doing. Like him.

too much

too many smiles, not enough words
too much friendship, not enough thought
too much fun, not enough morality
too much company, not enough normality
too much happiness, too little reality

New Updates

I know that most people do not like Riddle, so this will be great news for them. Riddle is over for the foreseeable future! I have more chapters written, but not typed, and i don't particularly want to type them up. The next thing I will start posting will either be It's All in the Wrist or Hit Me Up, but right now it is looking like It's All in the Wrist. Sorry for the Riddle-ness.

Riddle 25 and 26

Waking up. It's a odd thing that most carbon based lifeforms have a tendency to do once their sleep has reached an end. Different people wake up different ways, after different forms of resting. Diversity is key. Some people wake up like a crazy person, arms flailing, noise blaring. Some people are on a hair trigger and those people typically kill the first person they, assuming that the intruder were an assassin sent to kill them. Some awake slowly, like a lazy cat on a windowsill
I am normally a cat person. I wake up slowly and calmly, as if it had all been apart of my diabolical scheme and no, I'm not just lazy.
This time I found myself awake, without a feeling of drowsiness leaving my mind. One moment I was staring into the eyes of a beautiful maiden, as we walked for eternity. Then I was looking at Cheri's dull ceiling. My eyes felt like they hadn't closed or even moved for hours, minus the eyestrain. My body wasn't tired, and it lacked a normal, post sleep condition.

Riddle 24

Dreams can be either incredibly odd, or incredibly telling. For some people, myself included, dreams are a wondrous thing. They allow for the impossible to be possible, the unreal to become tangible. Dreams aren't always amazing, nightmares were the true plague of this spectacular realm. Personally, I almost never had a nightmare, not since I was really young. That might explain my empathetic support of dreams. The dream I had last night was both odd and telling. It went something like this.
Step. Step. Step. I was walking down a hallway. From the looks of it the hallway looked similar to an abandoned hospital. Doors adjourned each side, and, out of curiosity, I opened the first one I saw.
The smell hit my nose before the light hit my eyes, and a smile grew on my face. It was an exact copy of Robin's restaurant. I walked over to the bathroom door and flung it open. There was Robin, dead as a doornail. It wasn't even the bathroom that the door led to, it just led to the stall he was killed in. I could feel tears building up around my eyes, so I closed the door. As I was wiping the salty water in my eyes, I heard bustling from the kitchen. Natural my detective instincts drew me over to investigate. Once my presence was located in the kitchen, I was greeted by a familiar face.

Riddle 23

We were absolutely stunned by Nazo's recent development. However, a true Holmes knows how to get back on his feet when he is floored.
"What do you mean?" He turned his head so that he was looking directly at me.
"I know everything about this package. It was made in the mid west, some place like Colorado. The image is kind of blurry. Then it was shipped to a nearby store via a white truck with red lettering across the side and the truck kept making this really annoying this thudunk noise. The store was called Gigante or something like that. About two weeks ago a young glasses wearing girl." He pointed to Cheri. "You to be precise, bought this package. It then sat in the second from the bottom drawer in your fridge until you just recently decided to rip its organs out and eat them." His deadpan face mocked us, though it was mainly directed at her.

Play Update

After a recent and heartfelt talk with a friend, I have been convinced too write a new play slightly based off of his story. It will be my first attempt at a drama, as well as a full play,

Riddle 22

One would expect that with such an aura of happiness being exuded, we would be recklessly riding the damn bike all the way home. Hazardously endangering our lives like the stupid young kids we are. So that same one should be ashamed for assuming, as we had the surprising intelligence to wait until we had left the city before we decided to become rather suicidal, because we did in fact ride that bike.
We came to a rather loud halt, curtsey of a shiny metal trash can that we neglected to notice. Fortunately we had the soft grassy lawn to break our fall, instead of our previous cushion; Me. Despite almost many times, we were not scared but rather we laughed the whole experience off, as if it was no big deal. We got off the lawn and stumbled, not unlike a zombie, to the door. Once we were inside the house, Nazo and I collapsed on the nearest couch, my our more mature partner went somewhere else in the house. I didn't really care as my legs were practically on fire, and all I wanted was sleep.

Riddle 21

"It is true that some people in Jones International committed fraud, but that was out of my sector. I work directly under Mr. Killmeyer, as his senior secretary. And while he wasn't one of the ones who were fraudulent, everyone at our branch of Jones international was feeling the pressure released by the media and our CEO, Greg Jones. Even the lower members such as myself were feeling it. But the ones who suffered the most were the group of people who were in between the higher and lower echelons. The heads of departments primarily made up this group. Mr. Jones is one of those people; he is head of the Jones International branch located in the city.