Post by sunshineforever on Dec 14, 2011 17:35:15 GMT -5
Part 2:
Isle Delfino
Marty Pianta sighed as he sat up on the ratty old sofa. He slowly got up to his feet and walked over to the broken mirror in the corner of the abandoned apartment. He took a good look at himself, what he had became since... the incident.
He wasn't expecting to see anything amazing look back at him. There wasn't. In his reflection, all he saw was a Pianta with a broken life, no home, and no love-of-his-life. No wife. No Penny.
He had grown quite a long beard, all tangled up, possibly harboring some sort of new species of life. There was an uncountable number of bags under his eyes, and his palm tree atop his head and grown wildly as well, almost reaching below his nose.
"Look at yourself," He said in disgust to the reflection. "What are you...? WHO ARE YOU?" He cried, and threw his fist straight at his reection. The Glass shattered and revealed the emptiness behind it.
However, Marty didn't pay attention to that. He looked at his fist, which was gushing blood now. He cursed, and ran to the bathroom.
It was full of garbage and Lil' Mouser feces. The toilet and bathtub were dirty, and the cabinet's mirror had fallen off. It was the cleanest area of the apartment.
As he bandaged and tried to heal the wounds, Marty thought about the incident. He struggled to remember every detail of it, for the first time in weeks.
-
"Look, I'm fine, okay?!" Marty yelled at the police chief who had taken him into custody. They were inside the Police Station, which was bustling with many accountants, interns, and a few cops on break. The Chief was trying desperately to calm him, but it was useless.
"Marty, please, we're just trying to-" The chief started.
"NO!" Marty yelled at the top of his lungs. "You're not searching hard enough! Penny's out there!" He stood up angrily.
"Marty, sit down." The chief finally said. He said it with such patience, such calmness, Marty found himself sitting down. The chief spoke again.
"Listen, please. We're doing the best we can. We know she's out there, and we won't give up. Not by a long shot. Until we find her, all we want you to do is relax. Relax, thinking the possibilty that she's still alive." He said.
It took a while, but Marty finally agreed. "Alright... Sir."
-
Now, he regret being convinced, due to the fact that three and a half weeks later, he recieved a call from the station. The police was calling it quits.
After that call, all that was left of Marty's life fell apart. He couldn't focus, didn't care, and lost his job, his house, and now his family hd turned away. He wasn't Marty, he was a nobody. But wait- even a title like "nobody" seemed too nice for him.
Marty finished up with the bandages when the sirens began to wail outside.
"Whuh?!" He blabbed out unintelligently. Marty ran into the living room and ran to the rusty Television set in a corner of the room. He turned it on, just to find static. He kicked it a few times, and finally, a black-and-white newsreport appeared. Oh well, color didn't matter.
It was kind of like his life. Devoid of color, just shades of White, Black, and Grey.
The pretty newsreporter started the story. "This just in, every one of Isle Delfino's sirens have gone off in alarm. The Government has not confirmed why, however, they have stated the situation is an emergency and that all citizens on the southern part of the Island evacuate. The Delfino Military will be doing searches of every house in the Southern area to make sure everyone can escape safely."
Marty stared at the screen, dumbfounded. Emergency? What emergency? He looked out the blinds, and sure enough, Piantas and Nokis were running to the north. Military troops surrounded them, making sure everyone staye in line. Marty's brain was trying to form complete thoughts when a knock came from the door.
"Delfino Military! If anyone is in here, open up!" A voice barked from outside the door.
Marty quickly shut off the TV, turned off the lights, and ran into a medium-sized closet in his bedroom. He ducked behind a line of dirty, formal business suits. Whoever lived here years ago had bad taste.
From inside the closet, Marty heard the front door bust open as heavy footsteps came in the apartment.
"Yeh, what a dump." He heard one voice note.
"Nobody could live here. It's so... hazardous." Another voice said.
"Well?" A third voice snarled. It was the Pianta that had knocked on the door. "Sorry if it couldn't meet your standards, princess." He said sarcastically.
One of the voices snickered, but quieted after he was given the famous military order known as "SHUT UP!". The third voice continued on, "Better check the place anyway."
'Please don't check the closet, pleeeeeeeease!' Marty prayed to himself. Outside, the door to the bedroom opened. After what seemed like an eternity, the door closed and one of the voices said "All clear, General."
And with that, the footsteps could quieter until they were no longer visible to the ear. They were gone.
Marty crawled out from his hiding space, and looked out the window again. The three Piantas that had infiltrated earlier were leading the last of the evacuated away. Everything behind them was deserted, empty.
Marty ran down and opened the door. Nobody in sight. Knowing this would be another thing he'd later regret, Marty ran to the northern side.
Alright, as you can tell, this clashes with what I've written earlier. Well, I'm going to be rewriting a lot of that later. Anyway, I think this is the most depressing chapter yet. You guys like it?
Isle Delfino
Marty Pianta sighed as he sat up on the ratty old sofa. He slowly got up to his feet and walked over to the broken mirror in the corner of the abandoned apartment. He took a good look at himself, what he had became since... the incident.
He wasn't expecting to see anything amazing look back at him. There wasn't. In his reflection, all he saw was a Pianta with a broken life, no home, and no love-of-his-life. No wife. No Penny.
He had grown quite a long beard, all tangled up, possibly harboring some sort of new species of life. There was an uncountable number of bags under his eyes, and his palm tree atop his head and grown wildly as well, almost reaching below his nose.
"Look at yourself," He said in disgust to the reflection. "What are you...? WHO ARE YOU?" He cried, and threw his fist straight at his reection. The Glass shattered and revealed the emptiness behind it.
However, Marty didn't pay attention to that. He looked at his fist, which was gushing blood now. He cursed, and ran to the bathroom.
It was full of garbage and Lil' Mouser feces. The toilet and bathtub were dirty, and the cabinet's mirror had fallen off. It was the cleanest area of the apartment.
As he bandaged and tried to heal the wounds, Marty thought about the incident. He struggled to remember every detail of it, for the first time in weeks.
-
"Look, I'm fine, okay?!" Marty yelled at the police chief who had taken him into custody. They were inside the Police Station, which was bustling with many accountants, interns, and a few cops on break. The Chief was trying desperately to calm him, but it was useless.
"Marty, please, we're just trying to-" The chief started.
"NO!" Marty yelled at the top of his lungs. "You're not searching hard enough! Penny's out there!" He stood up angrily.
"Marty, sit down." The chief finally said. He said it with such patience, such calmness, Marty found himself sitting down. The chief spoke again.
"Listen, please. We're doing the best we can. We know she's out there, and we won't give up. Not by a long shot. Until we find her, all we want you to do is relax. Relax, thinking the possibilty that she's still alive." He said.
It took a while, but Marty finally agreed. "Alright... Sir."
-
Now, he regret being convinced, due to the fact that three and a half weeks later, he recieved a call from the station. The police was calling it quits.
After that call, all that was left of Marty's life fell apart. He couldn't focus, didn't care, and lost his job, his house, and now his family hd turned away. He wasn't Marty, he was a nobody. But wait- even a title like "nobody" seemed too nice for him.
Marty finished up with the bandages when the sirens began to wail outside.
"Whuh?!" He blabbed out unintelligently. Marty ran into the living room and ran to the rusty Television set in a corner of the room. He turned it on, just to find static. He kicked it a few times, and finally, a black-and-white newsreport appeared. Oh well, color didn't matter.
It was kind of like his life. Devoid of color, just shades of White, Black, and Grey.
The pretty newsreporter started the story. "This just in, every one of Isle Delfino's sirens have gone off in alarm. The Government has not confirmed why, however, they have stated the situation is an emergency and that all citizens on the southern part of the Island evacuate. The Delfino Military will be doing searches of every house in the Southern area to make sure everyone can escape safely."
Marty stared at the screen, dumbfounded. Emergency? What emergency? He looked out the blinds, and sure enough, Piantas and Nokis were running to the north. Military troops surrounded them, making sure everyone staye in line. Marty's brain was trying to form complete thoughts when a knock came from the door.
"Delfino Military! If anyone is in here, open up!" A voice barked from outside the door.
Marty quickly shut off the TV, turned off the lights, and ran into a medium-sized closet in his bedroom. He ducked behind a line of dirty, formal business suits. Whoever lived here years ago had bad taste.
From inside the closet, Marty heard the front door bust open as heavy footsteps came in the apartment.
"Yeh, what a dump." He heard one voice note.
"Nobody could live here. It's so... hazardous." Another voice said.
"Well?" A third voice snarled. It was the Pianta that had knocked on the door. "Sorry if it couldn't meet your standards, princess." He said sarcastically.
One of the voices snickered, but quieted after he was given the famous military order known as "SHUT UP!". The third voice continued on, "Better check the place anyway."
'Please don't check the closet, pleeeeeeeease!' Marty prayed to himself. Outside, the door to the bedroom opened. After what seemed like an eternity, the door closed and one of the voices said "All clear, General."
And with that, the footsteps could quieter until they were no longer visible to the ear. They were gone.
Marty crawled out from his hiding space, and looked out the window again. The three Piantas that had infiltrated earlier were leading the last of the evacuated away. Everything behind them was deserted, empty.
Marty ran down and opened the door. Nobody in sight. Knowing this would be another thing he'd later regret, Marty ran to the northern side.
Alright, as you can tell, this clashes with what I've written earlier. Well, I'm going to be rewriting a lot of that later. Anyway, I think this is the most depressing chapter yet. You guys like it?
