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Post by Mo on Jan 23, 2012 18:36:57 GMT -5
"Hm." Sheldon considered this intriguing proposal with another odd tip of his head. Revenge? What could anyone have done back in Pasadena to warrant such a retaliation? Oh. How about everything. A tiny twitch of an eyelid. They never cared about you. You were their burden. Even Leonard, even Penny-- he winced a bit-- even Penny walked eggshells around you. And not because they were intimidated by you. You were their burden. ...Oh, I'll be their burden allright. "An intriguing solution indeed, Mr. Stinson," Sheldon finally said. "I can't say how effective the outcome will be nor the consequences... but I would be more than willing to give some of my old 'friends' some... payback." A bit of a smile tugged at his lips. When JD gave his response, looking a bit hesitant, Sheldon replied, "Is that so, Mr. Dorian? How bad do you want your payback then?" There was no sneer in his voice with that last sentence, it was only an honest question. Doubtful that the two other men would believe that it wasn't some sort of challenge. But Sheldon still knew little about how others' minds worked; Amy notwithstanding, but she was different.
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Post by Kitexa on Feb 12, 2012 22:48:41 GMT -5
JD shifted uncomfortably. How bad did he want it?
"Newbie for the love of everything on God's green earth you have go-HOT to stop WHINING about every - little - thing that doesn't go your way I mean COME ON you've been doin' this dance from the moment you realized that "A-cup" ya hide beneath your scrubs just ISN'T what the guys go for these days...."
His face darkened.
"I want them to know what it's like to hurt as badly as I do. But I'm no expert...everything I've done in the past has blown up in my face."
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Post by Mo on Feb 12, 2012 23:10:57 GMT -5
"I see." He'd done plenty of things that had earned him karma as well. Much as he would like to think he didn't deserve it, he did, all of them. But, as long as he were to show his "friends" how it felt to be treated like he had... "It might be worth the risk." Sheldon's already warped mind did not think of how detrimental the consequences would be, he only thought of revenge, and watching his friends go through horrible, sweet agony. He gave a joyful little grin that had an eerie dissonance with the mood of the place. "Just think, JD. To watch them be agonized as much as you were, to give them what they deserve, it would be wonderful." He turned to Stinson and commented, "What a remarkable idea, Mr. Stinson. Truly genius." Dr. Cooper was now into a vengeful mindset, of which there was little chance of turning back. It was do or die now, and he was certain that with or without the other two men he WOULD give his "friends" a taste of their own medicine-- a bitter, painful medicine it would be, a delightful irony. He gave another childlike grin as he mulled over all of it in his mind. Perfect.
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Post by Sapphire on Feb 13, 2012 21:42:35 GMT -5
a smile crossed Barney's face. Everything was going to be perfect! "Alright," he started, obviously taking the commanding role "First we'll need some weapons." He knew where to get a few. His job, not that anyone was able to know unless they wanted to end up somewhere far, far away with no teeth, would be able to supply that. That prospect of his mental checklist was crossed off. Now onto the first victims. The blonde decided that he would give his former friends the honor of being last. That would be the worst part for them, waiting for him to strike. "And," he added, "Who's former aquintences would like to be first?"
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Post by Kitexa on Feb 15, 2012 16:03:18 GMT -5
JD paused, taking in everything the blond man said, allowing it to absorb into that muddled thing he called his mind.
Weapons. Revenge. "FIRST."
He's going to kill them. He's going to kill the ones that hurt him.
A year ago, the young doctor's face would've drained of color, and he would have backed away and into a run until he reached the nearest police station.
But now....
Now he only stared.
They're gong to kill these people. THEY'RE GOING TO KILL THESE PEOPLE.
Inner voice continued yell, but it faded into white noise as preceding anxiety surfaced once more.
So many months he'd spent sucking up his pain, depression because no one wanted to hear him "whine" and no one wanted to "babysit him" and no one wanted to believe he hurt enough to hurt himself.
But he did....even now, after all this time and if he didn't do something soon he knew his hand would "slip" one day and he'd end up doing something a little more...permanent.
Wouldn't it....wouldn't it be better to kill others than himself?
Lash out before lashing internally?
He sucked in a breath, hardening his heart as best as he could. His hands curled by his sides.
He knew the right answer.
"Doctor Cox. He's the reason I--the reason I fell so far."
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Post by Mo on Feb 15, 2012 20:09:37 GMT -5
"Excellent!" Tall brunette was looking quite uncharacteristically happy, happy but also... angry somehow. Angry not quite at these men, no, in fact he rather liked them-- they all had the need to lash back at those who had done them wrong. He was angry at Penny-- his stomach turned but he fought down the guilt-- he was angry at Leonard, at Howard, at Rajesh... He noticed the somewhat dejected look on JD's face and frowned. "If you're having second thoughts," he said, "don't worry-- consequences are irrelevant." He raised a finger, "If I may volunteer another target," he added, then paused. Penny was eliminated (Sheldon's eyelid twitched but again fought down the rising guilt)... Amy... Amy wasn't worth the trouble, she would be left alone for the time being (he'd considered hiding away with her if things became too out-of-hand; he didn't factor in how she would have reacted to his "friends"' deaths, only midnlessly sure she would help him), Rajesh was fairly harmless though all those days he'd spent with the Indian man's gargantuan desk shoved into his office mocking him at every turn GREATLY irritated him, Leonard... no, Leonard would be last, he would get to watch all of his friends drop like flies before his eyes-- suffer, like Sheldon had-- and then be eliminated from the equation. Howard was always the first one to insult him and mock him and even threatened to shoot him with a crossbow in their search for magnetic monopoles in the North Pole. The short Jewish man never ceased to anger Sheldon. He never showed it-- nor did he care at the time, after all he was just an inferior engineer with no doctorate, but now all that anger that had been suppressed was resurfacing. "Howard Wolowitz. I would very much like to see him die." He unintentionally grinned a childlike grin again. His "friends" might have given him a shocked, repulsed look, shudder, or scold him for such horribel thoughts. But they were going to be dead soon, and he didn't care what he did.
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Post by Sapphire on Feb 15, 2012 20:50:45 GMT -5
A smile bigger than a child on Christmas spread over the blonde man's face like a wild fire. Finally, they were getting somewhere! The eccentric man looked over his two new associates. "So it's agree then," he started, pacing back and forth now, all the excitement was making him jittery ", we'll start with this Howard, and then move on to Dr. Cox. All in favor, say 'aye', all opposed, say 'nay.'" How exciting! The madness of his mind, quickly catching up to him, gave him almost a bloodthirstiness about him, a need to see people in pain. And in a sick way, it almost soothed him, made him feel much, much, much better about himself and his life than sex or alcohol could ever. And this was the only way to help him get over his insecurities.
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Post by Kitexa on Feb 17, 2012 18:09:19 GMT -5
The word left his tongue slowly, tainted with hurt, desire, anger,vigor and a whole mess of other contradictory emotions. The word-so simple, so short--was the glue that sealed him down this dark and inevitably violent path...he'd be bound to secrecy, marked as a murderer....and even though anxiety prickled at his chest...the young doctor could not honestly say he cared anymore.
"Aye."
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Post by Mo on Feb 18, 2012 22:23:29 GMT -5
Sheldon bobbed his head excitedly. "Aye, aye, aye!" Now he began to pace around the bathroom, with that eerie grin of a child on his face. "Oh my, this is positively exhalting!! My compliments to you again, Mr. Stinson, for such a grand idea. I hadn't considered retaliating before." Manchild disregarded JD's uncertain and horribly stressed compsure. If he were anyone else, he would have tried to reassure him again, tell him it would be okay, but he was impatient and could care less what the brown-haired man thought, only sure that they were finally going to give their "friends" what they deserved. "So... who shall we kill first?"
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Post by Sapphire on Feb 18, 2012 23:54:07 GMT -5
"Howard," he said, the smile, growing bigger. There was an air of excitement. Oh what fun this shall be! he thought to himself. "I say," he said, an almost evil air about him as well, and a sinister look growing on the blonde's face "we waste no time." ---------
Oh what fun, what fun! The eccentric blonde was jittery with excitement, and the thought of how great this payback was going to be. The blue-eyed man had never really thought through his strange ways of revenge or the likes. This would take the cake, and what better way to start it off than have his new friend Sheldon do the deed. He would get to his friends later, now let he who was wronged have his turned. The blonde man stood on the dark porch of the house where this "Howard" lived. "Are we ready?" he asked, almost a bit impatient.
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Post by Mo on Feb 19, 2012 0:13:45 GMT -5
"Oh certainly," Sheldon replied to the blonde man, his ever-steady body trembling with a huge rush of adernalin. His stomach turned both from excitement and a secret fear. The consequences were building up in his mind, and though he tried to ignore it as he had before, the tension was eating away at him. If he were caught, this would spell absolute disaster for him and whatever prestigious career lay ahead of him. Jail was horrible, but a life sentence would be even more unspeakable... "There's no time to make a crossbow, get me an icicle." The voice of Howard slid into his mind and the thoughts dissipated. This was the point fo no return, and he was going to run headlong past it-- no second thoughts, no questions, just one steady mission: to kill and have the upper hand that he thought he had but hadn't. "If either of you want to turn back," he said, turning to the other two men, "now would be the time to do so."
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Post by Kitexa on Feb 19, 2012 20:42:17 GMT -5
Lips twitched, a line of silence across his face. That part in him he'd been trying to ignore lately prodded his tongue, almost begging him to at least reconsider, think about it, then return later with a final say.
Then again...his conscience had done nothing for him but hurt him and break him and hate himself to the point of....
Listening to it wasn't the best idea.
"No-no, " JD finally sputtered, "I'm good-- all for it. Ready to--" kill, murder, end lives you're suppoesd to save you're a DOCTOR "--take revenge."
Light blue eyes flitted from Sheldon to Barney, and his brow lowered, donning a more determined expression to better aid his assurance.
"Let's do this."
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Post by Sapphire on Feb 19, 2012 20:51:30 GMT -5
"Oh yes, lets. Heheeee...." the blonde said giggling, almost like a little child. He was excited, oh so excited. "This'll be so fun. What fun, what fun, what fun!" The blue eyed man sang, jumping up and down a bit. He was going mad, not that he noticed at all. An evil grin occupied his face.
"Dr. Cooper, if you would so kindly do the honors."
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Post by Mo on Feb 19, 2012 21:22:20 GMT -5
"Gladly." He stared for a brief moment at the door, still considering again if this was REALLY the best way of-- Oh stop that, Shelly, he snapped in his mind, though in a tight, airy voice that wasn't his own. You're just being stupid, ya' weak-minded ninny. You're not weak, are you? Of course you're not. Everything will be fine, it will be better if you just DO IT NOW. Knock knock knock. "Howard." Knock knock knock. "Howard." Knock knock knock. "Howard." There was a brief moment as light footsteps padded down stairs and to the door. The door opened to reveal one short dark-haired Howard Wolowitz who look disheveled and tired, obviously having been roused out of his sleep a while ago. His face darkened as he saw Sheldon standing there. "Oh. Sheldon. What bring you here?" he asked, a bit suspiciously. He eyed JD and Barney with a raised eyebrow in confusion. "...And who the hell are these guys?" "I'll explain everything once you let us in," Sheldon reassured, making it deliberately sound like a command rather than a statement. "Is... your mother home...?" Howard hesitated before answering wearily, "...N-no... she's out of town for the week..." "Excellent then. We wouldn't want your parental breathing down our necks while we're here, now would we?" Sheldon's overeager, childlike smile deeply unsettled Wolowitz. He almost asked what his issue was, but bit his tongue. He was tired and really not in the mood to argue with Sheldon. So he gestured with his hand inside and said a little quietly, "Make yourselves at home, gentlemen." "Thank you, we will," Sheldon replied quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
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