Dreams of being on the run.
Jan. 19th, 2007 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7On the run with my family, as a younger, meaner child, and the guy that played the scientist, in the live action "Richie Rich" movie was there, he was one of our contacts, where we hid. But he was also calling the people we were running from, and he was calling the police and fire departments, from whom we had been running, but this time John Stamos and my Dad decided that we would stay, and that our new fake identities would serve us well. Just before the fire department pulled up, I realised the fat man was going to betray us, and I started saying horrible th ings to him.
He was trying to be our friend, trying to ease the blow of the betrayl, somehow, but only making it worse, of course. I told him that it didn't matter, the only thing we needed was the family, and thta included anyone who had proven themselves. Everyone else was to found useful, or subsequently thrown away. I said this while kneeling at his place, next to the dining room table, staring him directly in the eyes. At which point my father said "Yes, Jean-Paul," refering, of course, to Sartre, and I sat down, again.
When the fire department came (the Eckerd's near to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_of_smoking's job was on fire last night, lots of fire trucks), we dealt withthem in a cordial and pleasant manner, but then those who wanted to find and use us were going to show up. Kind of a "Children of Men"/"Avatar"/"Low Red Moon kind of need, on their parts. I was going to stab the traitor, but we didn't have time.
Something, in the next segment about a plague, or a some other symptom of the apocalypse, and sometimes it was only kids below a certain age that survived, and sometimes it was everyone. When it was everyone, there was a moment between Fry and Hermes, where Fry had set up an elaborate trap to kill Hermes for something he'd done. The trap involved a rock, a system of taught ropes, wound about trees, and rolling down a hill. Fry didn't really want to kill him, though, so the way to escape the trap was pretty obvious: it was a matter of timing. At that point there was something about a president walking through the woos, up a hill, and out to the barren streets, seeing his name on the street sign. Then it was just the kids, and I was wandering through the wasteland that DC had become, and avoiding the roaming gangs of adolescents, because I was older. The oldest by far.
He was trying to be our friend, trying to ease the blow of the betrayl, somehow, but only making it worse, of course. I told him that it didn't matter, the only thing we needed was the family, and thta included anyone who had proven themselves. Everyone else was to found useful, or subsequently thrown away. I said this while kneeling at his place, next to the dining room table, staring him directly in the eyes. At which point my father said "Yes, Jean-Paul," refering, of course, to Sartre, and I sat down, again.
When the fire department came (the Eckerd's near to
lord_of_smoking's job was on fire last night, lots of fire trucks), we dealt withthem in a cordial and pleasant manner, but then those who wanted to find and use us were going to show up. Kind of a "Children of Men"/"Avatar"/"Low Red Moon kind of need, on their parts. I was going to stab the traitor, but we didn't have time.Something, in the next segment about a plague, or a some other symptom of the apocalypse, and sometimes it was only kids below a certain age that survived, and sometimes it was everyone. When it was everyone, there was a moment between Fry and Hermes, where Fry had set up an elaborate trap to kill Hermes for something he'd done. The trap involved a rock, a system of taught ropes, wound about trees, and rolling down a hill. Fry didn't really want to kill him, though, so the way to escape the trap was pretty obvious: it was a matter of timing. At that point there was something about a president walking through the woos, up a hill, and out to the barren streets, seeing his name on the street sign. Then it was just the kids, and I was wandering through the wasteland that DC had become, and avoiding the roaming gangs of adolescents, because I was older. The oldest by far.
