Second PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

A lad, well-versed in tears and tragedy,
Awakes to find himself in land unknown.
Adrift once more, cast forth by destiny,
He makes his way through maze of fate alone.

In Mayfield's streets he wanders with a sigh
His thoughts deep focused 'pon his lovèd home
When flash of light leaps forth to catch his eye
Intrigued, he ventures 'top the earthy loam.

A plastic bag of candy hearts he sees
Much pleased, he reaches forth to take in hand
What fortune has bestowed so gen'rously
Such luck has often been in short demand.

'U leave me breathless' -- Such a chilling joke
He pops one in his mouth and promptly chokes.

Despised by fortune, ridiculed by fate . . . Truly, there is no story more woeful than mine.  And thus, with a cough, a gasp for breath, a grasp at life . . . I do die!  Oh!  My brother . . . My mother . . . Await me in the kingdom of heaven, for I come to you soon!

Alas . . . Will no courageous soul come to this poor child's aid? . . . . . . . Ahem.  Pray allow me to repeat myself. 
Will no courageous soul come to this poor child's aid?!

[Lucas has eaten a purple and a green candy heart.  After making this announcement, he can be found in the middle of the street feigning death.]

Comments

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

You're not choking!

That was a two-minute monologue!!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

*cough cough gasp hack cough wheeeeeeeeeeeeze*

The light . . . It does fade before my eyes . . . Good sir, pray tell my father that his beloved's child's final words were utterances of love . . . . . . . . .

goodbye cruel world

*cough*

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

[Nudges with foot.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

*flops like a fish*

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

... [kick]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OW! That really hurt! I beg that you desist from such grievous actions lest they inflect lasting bodily harm upon my person.

Ah.

I mean.

*cough cough hack gasp flop*

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE TOTALLY FAKING IT!!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

A-Ah! No, I'm not! Why would you make such a pernicious accusation?!

. . . Oh. Um.

M-My good sir . . . I will truly be in your debt, but I pray that you honor my request and leave me be til such time as a young maiden of fair beauty and noble heart does stumble upon this piteous scene. For I . . . I do so long to meet my soulmate. It has been such a tiring wait. Will you do me this favor, my friend?

[stay-cool-bro.livejournal.com]

You're trying to get chicks?!

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[Step One: Find a stick.
Step Two: Poke Lucas with the stick.
Step Three: ???
Step Four: Profit!]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . . . . . . good sir i must request that you cease such actions immediately lest my spirit be bound to this world that it may haunt you daily til you do rightly repent of your irritating deeds

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[pokepokepoke]

... You talk funny.

[pokepokepokepoke]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

i most certainly do not it isn't my fault you speak like a barbarian

[The next time the stick comes close, Lucas's foot strangely gravitates extremely rapidly towards Vince's shin.]

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[OWSONOFA he needs that leg for fleeing after this event!]

Y'don't look like you're dyin'...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

yes well you've never died before so i'm sure you're not an expert everyone knows it takes at least half an hour of monologue

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I've watched a man die, and he didn't do nearly as much talkin' as you, mate. He did more screamin'.

Y'need to scream more. I'll help! [oh so helpfully raises the stick over his head]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Throw down your arms, villain! Do you think to strike me down as I lay dy . . . -- as I lay prostrate upon the ground?! Such cowardice!

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

[Just starts laughing]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

alas cruel fates to leave me at the mercy of a villain so

. . .

please go away

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Sadly, thy fate is is behind a seal, your precious suffering shall be glad to feel!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

i'm already deceased can you not tell and that isn't iambic pentameter at all

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

What can I say, I'm better at prose.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I care not for your lyrical prowess; there is no use in waxing poetical with me. You interrupt my machinations. Depart, fiend.

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Should you see any maidens of fair heart, you may direct them this way.