October Prompt 2 - Pain unimagined (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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head_psychic"Pain! Unimagined! The wall... is carved! Evil vibes!!"
Numerous people stared at him. Well, so much for the average family meeting.
"What is his problem?" Philip Rhodes asked indignantly. The stockbroker glared at Shawn in fury who was bumping his shoulder repeatedly against the adorned pillars, tearing down flower arrangements and self painted 'Happy Birthday, Dad' cards.
"One! One! One-one! They’re everywhere! It is a sharp number! They’re like... the birds in the Hitchcock thriller that is called... 'the Birds'! Look! They even look like birds! Look how those vicious numbers have beaks!"
"What the- will someone stop him from painting our walls already?! This is outrageous!"
He started rolling around, moaning, hands tugging at his hair. He twitched one last time, gave another scream, let his eyes roll back in his head and then lay absolutely still.
For approximately one second.
He jumped to his feet again, eyes wide, out of breath, one flower caught in his hair. "Not one one! One hyphen one! Two ones! E-le-ven! You sent out eleven invitations, Mr. Rhodes, isn’t that right! Eleven! But there are only ten plates on this table because you gave the order to remove one set. Oh God, the invitation is screaming at me, it is sad and hurt! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Eleven invitations, darling? But you said Linda couldn’t make i-"
"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Rhodes had jumped to his feet as well, his pale face now fiery red. "Who is this man anyway?! I want him arrested!"
"That can be arranged," Lassiter growled, taking a step towards Shawn who yelped in a girly manner and started hitting himself with a spoon.
"I-I-I’m getting something here, oh boy, a picture, there’s grass and wind and why am I getting New Zealand what could be there does that tell you something!!"
"Uhm, um, planes, Australia, seaside, sheep..." Juliet tried to cut in helpfully.
"Sheep!" Shawn jumped and spread his arms before bringing them together in front of his body, both index fingers pointing right at Rhodes. "Sheep! That’s it! Linda was the sheep, wasn’t she! The black one. Your sister was the black sheep while you, Philip, were the wolf in sheep’s clothing!"
"What are you talking about?! She called me this morning to refuse the invitation, she-"
"A lie! She was looking forward to see you again, all of you. She wanted to come clean, to talk to you, to be a family again! I can see something... pointy... it cuts right through the family bond, it...” Shawn gasped for breath, his body convulsing in spasms. "She did drugs!" He rested his body heavily against the wall, staring at Rhodes who started looking taken aback. "You sent her to a rehab clinic. And she felt better, she was on the road of recovery and your wife made you send the invitation. And Linda asked if she was allowed to leave the clinic for one night to be with her family and they actually granted her that wish. You? You panicked. I can feel your panic, it’s rushing right over me, like a wave, a black, sick wave because a tank ship just caused an environmental catastrophe in your personal sea of feelings! But why? What could possibly be so... so... oh... my God... the numbers... they... stab me..." Shawn now hid his face in his hands, cautiously peeking through his fingers.
When he spoke up again, his voice was softer, high-pitched and sounded slightly manic. "I am Linda." He was hunched over, nervously moving close to the wall, back and forth. "I really wanted to come here, Philip. Why did you kill me? I never wanted to speak to your boss. I know that you had to impress him and that you would never get the job if he found out about my drug problems. I wasn’t serious about the blackmail thing. I just didn’t want you to send me back to the clinic. I wanted to spend the evening here. With you."
"I want this man out of here, now!" Rhodes screamed but Lassiter, who had picked up enough of his treacherous body language as well, just tried to look as bored and unimpressed as possible.
"But you made a mistake, Philip. Because I left a trace while I was dying. It is on the wall of the hallway, the faintest line, but it is there, because my nails are as sharp as they were when I scratched your neck. It leads right to the spot where you immured me..."
---
"Home at last! And another case solved! Life is beautiful, buddy, isn’t it?"
Gus scowled. "Shawn, could you please stop using Gollum poses when you act possessed?"
"Dude, that wasn’t Gollum! Gollum is a lot more twitchy and huddled and-"
"Shawn, stop talking like you’re an actor. You’re not. And it was a Gollum performance. A bad one. So just cut it out the next time, because my eyes can’t take it. Alright?"
"Alright, fine. Just give me the precioussssss..."
"Oh no, Shawn, that is my candy bar and... ... Shawn!"
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 855
Numerous people stared at him. Well, so much for the average family meeting.
"What is his problem?" Philip Rhodes asked indignantly. The stockbroker glared at Shawn in fury who was bumping his shoulder repeatedly against the adorned pillars, tearing down flower arrangements and self painted 'Happy Birthday, Dad' cards.
"One! One! One-one! They’re everywhere! It is a sharp number! They’re like... the birds in the Hitchcock thriller that is called... 'the Birds'! Look! They even look like birds! Look how those vicious numbers have beaks!"
"What the- will someone stop him from painting our walls already?! This is outrageous!"
He started rolling around, moaning, hands tugging at his hair. He twitched one last time, gave another scream, let his eyes roll back in his head and then lay absolutely still.
For approximately one second.
He jumped to his feet again, eyes wide, out of breath, one flower caught in his hair. "Not one one! One hyphen one! Two ones! E-le-ven! You sent out eleven invitations, Mr. Rhodes, isn’t that right! Eleven! But there are only ten plates on this table because you gave the order to remove one set. Oh God, the invitation is screaming at me, it is sad and hurt! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Eleven invitations, darling? But you said Linda couldn’t make i-"
"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Rhodes had jumped to his feet as well, his pale face now fiery red. "Who is this man anyway?! I want him arrested!"
"That can be arranged," Lassiter growled, taking a step towards Shawn who yelped in a girly manner and started hitting himself with a spoon.
"I-I-I’m getting something here, oh boy, a picture, there’s grass and wind and why am I getting New Zealand what could be there does that tell you something!!"
"Uhm, um, planes, Australia, seaside, sheep..." Juliet tried to cut in helpfully.
"Sheep!" Shawn jumped and spread his arms before bringing them together in front of his body, both index fingers pointing right at Rhodes. "Sheep! That’s it! Linda was the sheep, wasn’t she! The black one. Your sister was the black sheep while you, Philip, were the wolf in sheep’s clothing!"
"What are you talking about?! She called me this morning to refuse the invitation, she-"
"A lie! She was looking forward to see you again, all of you. She wanted to come clean, to talk to you, to be a family again! I can see something... pointy... it cuts right through the family bond, it...” Shawn gasped for breath, his body convulsing in spasms. "She did drugs!" He rested his body heavily against the wall, staring at Rhodes who started looking taken aback. "You sent her to a rehab clinic. And she felt better, she was on the road of recovery and your wife made you send the invitation. And Linda asked if she was allowed to leave the clinic for one night to be with her family and they actually granted her that wish. You? You panicked. I can feel your panic, it’s rushing right over me, like a wave, a black, sick wave because a tank ship just caused an environmental catastrophe in your personal sea of feelings! But why? What could possibly be so... so... oh... my God... the numbers... they... stab me..." Shawn now hid his face in his hands, cautiously peeking through his fingers.
When he spoke up again, his voice was softer, high-pitched and sounded slightly manic. "I am Linda." He was hunched over, nervously moving close to the wall, back and forth. "I really wanted to come here, Philip. Why did you kill me? I never wanted to speak to your boss. I know that you had to impress him and that you would never get the job if he found out about my drug problems. I wasn’t serious about the blackmail thing. I just didn’t want you to send me back to the clinic. I wanted to spend the evening here. With you."
"I want this man out of here, now!" Rhodes screamed but Lassiter, who had picked up enough of his treacherous body language as well, just tried to look as bored and unimpressed as possible.
"But you made a mistake, Philip. Because I left a trace while I was dying. It is on the wall of the hallway, the faintest line, but it is there, because my nails are as sharp as they were when I scratched your neck. It leads right to the spot where you immured me..."
---
"Home at last! And another case solved! Life is beautiful, buddy, isn’t it?"
Gus scowled. "Shawn, could you please stop using Gollum poses when you act possessed?"
"Dude, that wasn’t Gollum! Gollum is a lot more twitchy and huddled and-"
"Shawn, stop talking like you’re an actor. You’re not. And it was a Gollum performance. A bad one. So just cut it out the next time, because my eyes can’t take it. Alright?"
"Alright, fine. Just give me the precioussssss..."
"Oh no, Shawn, that is my candy bar and... ... Shawn!"
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 855
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OOC
Date: 2007-11-10 06:38 pm (UTC)So, anyways- this is just me saying that I basically love you right now, and that I hope you don't mind if I refer to your prompts occasionally for guidance. : 0! Keep up the good work! <3
Also, if possible- I'd really like to talk to you over aim? If you're not up for that, it's fine, but you seem to understand Shawn very well, and I feel like I could improve my own muse by talking about him with you. <3 Oh and also, just to meet another Psych fan. 8D That's a big part, too.
Well, anyways, I'm sorry if this was horribly fangirly and stalkerish- but like I said, I really love finding active Psych muses. <3<3~ The fandom definitely needs more players for it.]