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Sorry, I'm quitting Bonejangles. As much as I love him, I can't find the effort or motivation to come on here any more and I think someone else deserves the chance to become him. I'm going to miss Bon. If you want to keep in touch, I have Twitter and Tumblr. Twitter: @cheerupch4rlie Tumblr: arquennielfae.tumblr.com Okay, well. Goodbye, my jazzy ones.
[OOC: Sorry I haven't been on; life and such has been chaotic. I promise I'll sort that out soon!]
A Day in the Life of Mun and Muse Drabble Prompt List
Up and At 'em: My mun and muse waking up in bed together
Chores: The Mun and Muse doing the household chores with each other
Breakfast: Mun and Muse will cook/eat breakfast together
Work: A day where the Mun or Muse goes to work with the other.
Lunch: Mun and Muse try and scrounge up lunch on the run.
The Mall: Mun and Muse go out to run errands while being chased by rabid fangirls/boys of the muse
The Library: Mun and Muse will go to the library to find a book on the mun's favourite topic
Workout: Mun and Muse will go to the gym together
Date: Mun and Muse will go out on a date
Dinner: Mun and Muse go out to dinner
Theatre: Mun and Muse will go see a movie together
Bed: Mun and Muse going to bed.
Violet Beauregarde & Bonejangles | Chewing On Strings
Violet had just returned from a martial arts competition that had occured in New York earlier that week. Not suprisingly, Violet won by a long-shot, defeating children her own age, the teenage group, even the adult group. So Violet came home with 3 new, shiny gold medals and an even more swelled up ego. She was also grateful for the winnings when her mother actually showed her a bit of affection with a quick peck on her forehead, letting her choose where to place the medals.
Violet was debating while chewing a week-old piece of gum whether to put the medals with all her other martial arts trophies or with her extensive medal collection when she heard a clang. Violet whipped around, placing the medals downs carefully on a nearby table covered with gum wrappers. Her eyes focused on the pole lying on the floor by her clothing rack, along with the large key ring. Her eyes narrowed and she stomped over to the clothing rack, parting the several jumpsuits.
She was met with the sight of a skeleton hiding behind the clothing. A skeleton. In her makeshift closet. Without thinking, Violet screamed. She stopped when the skeleton man put a hand over her mouth and started talking. This was just way too weird. When he released her, she sighed with relief. She rose an eyebrow at his apology and popped her gum. “You didn’t mean to scare me? Geez. A talking skeleton man breaks in to my house and hides and you didn’t mean to scare me?” She laughed nervously, “I guess so. But you heard music? Weird. Because I just got back home earlier this morning…” Violet trailed off as she heard the snicker. “What’s so funny?” The girl demanded.
"Nothing. Nothing at all, I just... I always laugh at people's reactions. Nothing so strange as a talking skeleton. I heard about you." He paused before grinning. "You visited Willy Wonka's factory. I remember hearing all about it, and I have to ask, my girl... how am I any stranger than he?" He stood up slowly and organised the outfits back into place. "He's never been a normal guy. He's charming, yes, but oh, he's strange. Scary too." Turning around, he added. "I'm not scary, I'm Bonejangles. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand and then picked the pole back up, and the key too and handed them to the girl. He was a little disgusted when he watched her stick her chewing gum behind her ear letting her hair get all over it and then put it straight back into her mouth. His eye widened. "Huh. You're the gum girl. I get it."
He walked over to the medals and stared on in awe, reading every title as they came. '1st place hockey,' that explained the stick. '1st place swimming,' '1st place throwing cans of food across a lake,' '1st place chewing gum for the longest.' "Aha!" he exclaimed with a giggle as he jumped up and down. "You're very ambitious." He smiled, looked to the floor and reminisced of the moments he'd felt a winner. It brought back so many great memories. Memories of music competitions, writing competitions, and competitions to get the girls. His life could sometimes show him magic. But he'd never experienced a magic so sublime as music. "My ambition was- is to be a composer. Famous. Singer, entertainer, that sort of thing. I think I do my job rather well. I see you do things all jazzy too. Nice." He grinned even bigger and then sat on a mat upon the floor. Everything in the house were different shades of blue. It was always Bon's least favourite colour but he endured it for the chat. He patted the space next to him. "Sit with me."
• The dead hearts beat a rhythm of jazz [Jack & Bonejangles]
That was a new kind of question for the demon. Nobody had even asked him about it before. That question was interesting and Jack sensed that Bonejangles kept much more inside of his soul. Something, what he didn’t want to show. Or somebody, whom he didn’t wish to be. Something, he had always lied about, cheating everyone he loved. May be, he didn’t want them to worry about him, or, probably, he cared too much about them, than about himself, or, perhaps, there was no that person yet to whom he could be enough honest to say, what he was holding inside. And Jack guessed that he was hiding this many years. Almost all his life and afterlife… For a while the demon sensed something familiar. Something, what was also similar for him. Something, what was comprehendable for him. Though, he didn’t wish to think about that all right now. There was an interesting question for him to answer…
The Halloween King quietly looked at the showcase, where his reflection was mindfully staring back at him. The sparkles of bright backlights were inside of his dark deep eyesockets. Her lowered his eyelids calmly, still looking into nowhere and let himself speak his thoughts out loud: “I think then… They would had no need in us. If they could speak, why they should speak instead of us? Why they should tell other people about us, while they wish play only their own music,” he said, still looking at the showcase, “The musical instruments weren’t made to have a voice. It was made in purpose to give a voice to those, who can’t speak their feelings in words. We give these unenlivened things our souls and only then they begin to speak. They need us, because we are those, who fill them with feeling of life, and we need in them, because they bring us our voice and a possibility to express our emotions in another perfect way. The music,” he glanced at Bonejangles shortly, “The music can’t be deceiving. Music is a language, a magic, what we use. And how we use it depends only on us… If we want to lie - our music will be deceiving, but if we want to be true - our melodies become sincere and feel this disgusting air with a new divine sound. People can be deceiving, their words and feelings can be, but what our music will be… it will never depend on our instrument. The answers lie inside of our souls, which are eternal, as you know,” he finished to speak and the looked back at the showcase. The backlights were gilding the expensive and, verily, beautiful things… They all were filled with magic and that magic wasn’t understandable for everyone. Yes, indeed, not everyone could comprehend these words, which were written in such interesting, weird and even crazy way. These small black points and strokes. And how much was lurking behind them. How many feelings were hiding there… discovered, frank and not… some music was made to make people happy, while another was made only for somebody special. One music we were playing and another we had to hide… because we mostly were afraid to show it, to perform it. And why we were afraid, almost no one of us could explain accessibly. Some of us were afraid that others won’t understand, some of us wished to stay strong and to not show our weaknesses and some of us simply had no idea how… how to play the real music. That music, which our hearts sings and cries to us. If I will ever try to tell you the story of the demon, who stood there in front of Bonejangles, I… I will never even be so brave to try. To feel that grief an sadness. Oh, yes, we all have a complex fate, a hard lot and a very long way to overcome all those troubles. In his life, Jack was deprived of many things. He was deprived of all things what we used to know. Freedom, wish, family, love, music, faith… There were left only seriousness, rigor, courage, composure, power and wisdom. The things, which were important, certainly, the things, which were needed and necessary. But still… was it fair? Jack knew that to receive that all, what he had now, he had to give a lot. However, he didn’t make this decision by himself. Somebody decided instead of himself. And he had to give that all… The highest court Dellirium, never supposed him as somebody worthy of their attention. After their horrible mistake, how they confused the souls and there was born such a demon with an angel’s soul. That was weird, strange and unacceptable. Yes, everyone expelled him and cheated him. And when Dellirium decided to take care of him so kindly, they cheated him in horrible way. When they help him to learn how to use all his power, they made him their servant forever. He had no way to go, it was unfair, but still better than that what he had before. Nothing and nowhere to stay. Then… there were wars. There was deceiving. There were deaths. There were numerous unfair courts, where evryone was killed and Jack was the only one, who didn’t accept that all. He was agaisnt of that all and judge and guardians of Dellirium decided to get rid of him. So they did… A horrible story had many additional stories. Such as that one, when Dellirium killed the demon and because of his disobedience and rebellion, they sent him on the Earth and he was born as a human. That life didn’t last for so long. His family had many children and barely could feed them all. Then, many of them were left alone, as parents and elder children left the village. Jack was the one, who stayed alone the first. His family and many other people had to run away not only because they wished to find a better place for living. There was a war and there were news that soon an army of enemy will capture the village. First time it was simply foolish to believe in it. Though, then, closer to the night, when people heard the sound of bombs and ammunition - it wasn’t the time to joke. Yes, it was the right time to run. A little buy, who lived in orphanage tried to run away. He saw how people were killed, he saw that blood, he heard those cries, he was blinded by the powder and scared by fire and bombs… He ran away and tried to hide at the old farm. The previous owners left that place few months ago. How clever they were doing that. But now, the child was alone… and it was a cold cold January… He was scared, tired and hungry. He did his best to carve a small lantern from a green pumpkin, which he found among the sacks with spoiled flour. A small light, which he lit for himself was barely shining and warming, but it was something what could bring a smallest hope and reflect in the falling down cold tears… He fell asleep, but didn’t extinguish the lantern. So, the soldiers found him and killed him, while he was sleeping. Cruely, isn’t that? It was the war. There was no reason were you a kid or and old person. It was a war, where nobody was waiting for mercy. Well, then a small demon opened his eyes and found himself in the Land of the Dead. Lost, scared, alone, helpless… All what he had was a small pumpkin lantern. How it appeared in his hands - a little bone-demon had no idea, though, that light was illuminating him his way… He wandered many nights and days. He continued to pace, even when he was totally exhausted. When he barely felt his body and his small feet started to hurt. He found himself in a nameless village, where the ghosts were howling fightfully, the dangerous monsters were hiding in blackness of the night and the bats eyes were shining predatory. Then, he had no way to go an he just fell down towards a massive stone wall. It was very dark everywhere. There were no lights in the village and his little lanern was the only illuminant around… Soon, this illuminant beckoned a young ruler of that village. Cedric Skellington, previous King of Samhain, was looking for an idea for a symbol of his holiday and then found a pumpkin lantern in the hands of little boy. Soon, Cedric comprehended that he found much more than a symbol of his holiday and Jack understood that he finally had found somebody, whom he could trust. King Cedric and his wife - Queen Mylena loved little demon as their own son. With them, Jack learnt such thing as love. They cared about him, taught him, loved him incredibly much… They were his step-patents and Jonathan, current Mayor of the Halloween Town, Cedric’s best friend, was like Jack’s uncle. The part “step” was erased in the word “step-parents”. There was only love and endless music at the magical evenings… The King took his violin, and the Queen was sitting at the piano with her little son and they all played wonderful music. Then, before he will fall asleep, his mother sang him lullabies. Her soft voice was the most sweetest one little Jack had ever heard. But their happiness didn’t last for so long… A new war parted Jack and his family. Forever. The Mayor saved small demon from the fire and falling blocks of their village. There were too many horrible thoughts to remember. Especially, the name of a killer and tyran, who was famous as Count Dracula. He was the first one, who began that grand family branch. There were many namesakes, thought, this vampire king was the ruthless, the meanest and the most bloodthirsty person. A person without a heart. Why I tell you this all? To make you understand the whole meaning of that pain. But I will never make you feel the same. Because it is horrible… Jack never wished that somebody would wish that way. He was sad, lost, mute, too calm after their death. Yes, he even cried. But that tears belonged to a child, who tried to find something, which could bring him the comfort. And soon he found that thing… It was the music. That wonderful divine perfect things which enveloped and took the boys mind entirely. Music, singing, theatre, composing, dancing, performing, playing… That all was bringing such kind of happiness to the child. But Jack had no idea that soon even this drop of light will be taken away due to complex circumstances. There were no king, who could rule people. The kingdom, the people, the holiday… all those things needed a strong ruler, whom Jack had to become. He was a prince. So, only he could take the leadership. And now imagine yourself a small hopeless child, who had to rule a large kingdom, filled with destroyed buildings, poor people, crisis… The Mayor bacem Jack’s regent, teacher and a step-father. Even when Jack was that, whom he was now, Mayor still called him “my boy”. Mayor rarely called Jack by his name and always cared about him. And well, that naughty one was lost and tried to escape from his lessons, he was searching. You think that when Jack in his teen age found the Land of Christmas Mayor tried to search him around only for the first time? Huh, no… The crown asked for much. For knowledge, experience, wisdom, time, hard-working… Jack never wished to be a king. He loved music, he wished the music always to be with him. But when Oogie Boogie tried to capture the Halloween Town at first, he had to make a decision. And he refused from his wishes and silly dreams… He won the fight, he expelled Boogieman from the town, he accepted his Halloween King status and… even if it was painfull, he refused from his music. No one note sounded out of his fingers, no one song was sang in front of people… Rarely, he let himself to sing, because he felt horribly alone and empty. He did it only when he was alone. He used to lie and make a happy fake smile, lying and hiding how much he was tired inside of his bones. Ho much he wished for some freedom… That Halloween routine, that ruling, those duties, he wished something more, something new, what could feel an empty place in his dead heart. First, it was Chsritmas. But it failed. Then, it was his love for Sally, which also failed and finally turned Jack into somebody he wasn’t before. He became serious, closed and strict. His changing was quite sudden… his heart was broken into the small sharp shards and he made it frozen to not lost the last parts of it. Then his memories found him. Then he discovered his power and whom he really was… There was no place for happiness. He knew that. And he was sure that there is no happiness for him. He existed only to run the Halloween every year, to protect his people, to care about the happiness of others, but never care about his own. That all was okay. He didn’t need much… He didn’t need happiness. He was already happy with that whom he was. And if his true being was so horrible, then, okay. It was still okay. Though, even if he had billions of masks, millions of different roles, a lot of tricks, secrets, skills… he wasn’t cold completely. Looking at that showcase and speaking about the music with Bonejangles he felt something strange inside of his mind. Memories. Bonejangles also seemed to survive a lot of things. And Jack felt that some of them were native to him. And the two old musicians stood there and spoke about the music as about a thing. But it never was a thing. Music was free, in contrast of Jack, or in contrast of Bonejangles. The demon nodded slightly and added: “We choose do we need to lie or not. And we pay for our mistakes…,” the music was his mistake? That beautiful mistake? The mistake, which brought him happiness once? No, so sad… a sad mistake. It was just an attempt. A silly attempt.
Bonejangles put his hand up to the window and thought momentarily back to his childhood. He'd lost his mother at birth and his father when he was young and was homeless for most of his childhood with nothing but his father's arms to keep him out of the storm and a hole in the wall to hide their savings and most precious, and only, belongings. He'd never had much. When Emily's family took him in as a teenager, his life looked up, and he was finally free to carry out his dream playing music, but Bon being Bon, he ruined that chance. He started to go astray and drink his sorrows away whilst drowning himself in mistake after mistake and regrets and more regrets. Nothing could have saved his soul, but the music made him forget. He didn't feel so lonely, and so cold when he was playing his pieces. Each note was a saviour, each song a little bit of heaven, but he had many enemies, and many problems, and nothing was solved when he'd been killed. He was sure it was murder... he'd just started to sort himself out, and felt that shadow... he thought back to that night momentarily before snapping out of his thoughts rapidly, in an attempt to ignore the fact that his memory walls were coming down, and the regrets and suspicions were creeping back in. He wouldn't allow it. He couldn't allow it. When he was alive, he'd spent so many days trying to figure out what was wrong with him, what was missing, and how to fix the pieces back together, and after his death, who could have hated him so much to have... to have...
"Why did you end up here?" he asked Jack, his thoughts rushing around his head, bringing him closer to the door of the music shop. He opened it up, and the dust in the air almost blinded him before clearing out to allow him to see the most beautiful things, well, the most beautiful he'd ever come across in his lifetime, anyway. There was a magical air inside, yet it was so simple. Everything was so detailed, yet so obvious. There was something strange and familiar about the place and he was about to mention it, when he realised what it was. "That violin in the corner. That was my fathers. Can I?" he looked back at the shop's owner to see him nod. "Thank you." He acknowledged the man's smile before walking slowly to his most cherished memories. This was the moment he'd been waiting for, but never had hopes of it coming true. But here he was, in front of the violin that started it all. He checked the back and noticed it still had his father's name, his mother's name, and his own, etched into the back, and he looked back to the day his father first played it for him. He'd brought it as the only belonging he'd kept when he'd been kicked out of his parents' house for marrying a whore. "I'm sorry to tell you where I got it from, lad." His father told him, as he took out the bow and started to string together some of the most iconic notes of Bon's life and death. They were the notes that made him fall in love with the thing that made him. Music. He looked at the violin, then at the shop keeper, then Jack, and then at his bony hands. He started to shiver. He couldn't bring himself to touch it. "I-I..."
His knees buckled and he sat on the floor staring at the instrument. There was nowhere he needed to be, nobody he needed to talk to and nothing he had on his to do list, and so he was free to sit for hours, because boy, he needed hours. "I can't get over it. It's not changed one bit." He smiled slowly, looking back at the smile of his father well remembered since birth. His father's smile had always made his days much better without his father even having to try to cheer him up. They might not have had much, but they had each other, and when you only have one person in your life, you hold onto them and hold them so close, and never let them go. His father was stolen though. He passed away too soon, and Bon never got to say goodbye and through many tears and hours beating himself up inside, parted with the violin to save a little money to get by. He wouldn't let himself starve. He had to live to honour his father and follow the dreams that he shared with both of his parents. He had to do it for them, he had to do it for him, and he wasn't quite sure he was proud of the decision, but it was the most crucial decision he'd ever made whilst he was still breathing. "I... Could I have it? I don't have much, but it's... it's... never mind..." He bowed his head and sat in silence. He felt alone.
A Jazz Session in the Studio (Ed & Bonejangles)
Ed blushed from embarrassment as Bonejangles took the leaves that got stuck in his wig. He continued to follow him through the forrest as he explained to Ed that he should take notes. Ed nodded in agreement, “It’s funny that you say that I should do that. I was already planning to take mental notes. Visiting will sure get my gears turning for some new film ideas. I’d love to try and represent the dead in the most realistic way possible. And I think you taking me will be a lot of help.”
When they stopped at a twig Ed looked curiously as Bonejangles spoke to it. It was strange and a lot of information to take in before he felt Bonejangles hold his hand laughing. Before he could react he found himself at the doorway of what it looked like to be a bar like restaurant with a live jazz band and many people who were now dead dancing as if they were as alive as him. He giggled at the sight staring in awe at the bright colors and liveliness of it all. Ed was expecting something a bit darker and grimmer, but this was a total shock to him. It was different and beautiful. He turned to Bonejangles looking at him in confusion as he whispered welcome home. Ed didn’t exactly know what he met, but continued to grin all the same. He walked into the restaurant and felt a bit overwhelmed. He waited for Bonejangles to enter and lead the way, afraid that he might get himself into trouble by accident.
Leading the way, Bonejangles nodded to all of his band mates, took a cup of gin and a cup of water from the bar, and handed the water to Ed. He continued on through corridor after corridor of rooms, before reaching a dead end decorated by a door with a password. He entered the room with Ed by his heel, and sat down at the small desk he'd set up for himself. He had to prepare Ed for what he was about to experience before he got himself too deep into confusion and excitement and insulted anybody. "Note that nobody here tolerates bad press, nobody likes insults, and nobody likes a man that brags about the beauty of life. Everybody has their troubles, their insecurities, and their worries and if they think you're suspicious, then shebang!" He grinned when he noticed Ed's worried face, and placed a hand upon his pal's shoulder. "You'll be fine. They like guys like you, and they love a good spot of acting and music. You'll do great, my man. Finish your drink and come along. I've got a lot to show you."
Once the tour was over, he noticed how tired Ed looked and how amazed he must have felt. "So, how about a little jazz? Johnson here will teach you some of his skills while I serve at the bar. It's really busy and nobody else handles drunken customers quite so well, and this is one of the daily prime hours where almost every man is drunk, and every creature is lurking, so I have to take charge and become responsible. You got that?" Ed nodded, and so Bonejangles took himself and stood behind the bar, gulping down some water realising that he'd need to be sober to really do his job well.
Violet Beauregarde & Bonejangles | Chewing On Strings
Looking around, Bonejangles saw many medals, plenty of trophies, and about a hundred yoga mats. What was this place? He had no idea, but he didn't feel like a winner despite all the fighting spirit he'd picked up. Chewing gum. Everywhere. Gym suits here and there, each about as tall as a ten year old. He felt a chill in the air and suddenly felt a little too unwelcome. Making for the exit, he had to hide behind an outfit as he saw a tall blonde woman and a shorter blonde girl enter the room all smiles holding several new ribbons. For what, he didn't know. He couldn't move. All Bon could do was watch... very carefully.
The woman left the room and kissed her child on the forehead, before letting the girl place the ribbons where she felt necessary. Come on! he thought to himself as he tried to reach the back door key that was hanging a few feet away from him with a pole he'd found and assumed was for playing polo or hockey. The key dropped after several attempts, and made a clang. The girl twisted rapidly and made her way towards the key and noticed the pole lying across the floor and made her way to the outfits, parting them on their hangers. When she screamed, he covered her mouth and whispered to her. "It's fine, I didn't mean to scare you, I was about to leave, I heard music, I love music... I'll go." She'd calmed down somewhat when he'd released her from his arms. "We jazzy?" he grinned, taking off his hat to show how apologetic he felt. "I'm so sorry," he added with a snicker.
Adam Maitland & Bonejangles | No Such Things
Bonejangles sat in the attic of an old house, fingering the sculptures and paintings that he'd found lying around. They were incredible. Whoever had made them certainly had the passion for art as he had for music and he smiled reminiscing on the great moments his passion had brought him, and the great friends he'd gained too. Nothing was better to Bonejangles than music. Music was his life, and made his death so much better to bare. He didn't feel alone, and he felt part of something huge, and something beautiful. Music was the only thing that kept him a little sane before he went completely mad and left everything and everyone to create a noose and...
He heard noises, and noticed one of the paintings fall over, before another, and another. He wasn't sure what was going on, but if it was a supernatural force, whoever or whatever it was didn't want to be seen by him, and so had hidden themselves somehow. "Hello? Who's there?" He thought perhaps he'd been seen by a beautiful living girl with a great bosom and a beating heart. "No such things happen to me..." he whispered, before standing up to look around another three times. "Don't be afraid. Whoever you are, you can show yourselves. I'm just a musician, I mean I might be dead, but I'm harmless."
Betelgeuse & Bonejangles | Music All Around
"Hello again." Bon's legs were crossed one on top of the other, and he had a glass of gin in hand. This was how everyone would usually find him when searching for someone to talk to. He liked a good drink, and relaxation session. Nothing made him happier, other than music of course. And his friends. He finished his drink swiftly and stood before making his way over to the piano on the far end of the room, dusting each key as he sat down. "So, what brings you here, stripes?" he inquired nodding at the trousers Betelgeuse was wearing. "Nice touch." He added, also nodding at the feathers in his friend's hair. What had Betelgeuse been up to now? he wondered. He was sure to find out eventually... probably once he'd gotten him drunk.
He played several lullaby tunes on the piano to prove his boredom before getting a grunt and feeling the warmth of having his drinking partner sit next to him on the piano bench, followed by a sigh. "What's up, my man? Not feelin' jazzy?"
Columbia & Bonejangles | And All That Jazz
"Dance with me, baby!" Bon screamed, as he twirled and popped his body around his friend. "Come on, Columbia, don't be shy." He winked, and took her hand, before spinning around and grabbing her by the waist. He noticed how limp she was and realised something was up but kept on dancing, hoping that he didn't have to kill his amazing mood only to realise that he did. He sighed as he turned the music off. "What's up, darlin'?" Bon enquired, still holding her in his arms. "You know you can tell me anything." He only recieved silence in return, and his grin turned to a frown. Columbia gave him a cheeky smile and wink, and so he jumped away from her, and grinned.
"Oh, is that how it is?" He started to run around the place, and push things over every time she got close to catching him. "You'll never find me!" he screamed behind him as he kept on running and running. When he stopped, he noticed he was in a corridor he'd never entered, and it was pitch black. It had to be a joke, he was lured there, surely. "This isn't funny, Jazz." He whispered, as he noticed the most striking of golden shimmers through a hole in the wall. "Where are you?" He heard a cough. "Where am I?"
Victoria Everglot & Bonejangles | Messy Dreams, Messy Nightmares
Bonejangles had never been out in the living world since he and the dead crashed the wedding that was about to go forth. It was still just as dull and depressing as he'd remembered, with so many more buildings, and things he believed to be called motorcars. It was all very strange and there wasn't a horse in sight, and not even a child out causing mischief, only leaves and trees flapping in the wind, and the noise of talking from the window opposite him. He had somewhere to go of course, but Bonejangles wasn't up for much. He just wanted to get back to his music and the safety of his drink.
When he arrived at the big house, more like a mansion, he knocked upon the front door, being told nobody but Victoria was home when a fat man and a tall, bony nosed woman stood behind him asking for what business they were acquired. He simply ignored them, and knocked again. Victoria opened in a hurry, and Bon rushed in and out of the way of the strange couple he'd just met for a second time. "They never did get easier on strange men." He laughed, sitting on his friend's bed. Usually, he'd steer well away from a wealthy lady's bed when they still lived at home as it was forbidden, but with Victoria, he felt at home, and she allowed him to do as he wished, promising that her parents were too scared of him to utter a word.
He took a deep breath and looked intently into her eyes. "Tell me, then, Vicky, darling. What are these terrible dreams you keep telling me about? Describe to me exactly who and what you are surrounded by, and any other details you think important. I'm worried for you, and I'm a great therapist." He winked, and added. "Just like music is my therapy, humour is too." He laughed, and held her hand waiting for her reply.
Victor & Bonejangles | Something Worth Fighting For
"Hello, Victor." Bon smiled, before gesturing his new-found friend to sit down before him. "Would you like a drink? No? Oh, that's your loss then, m'boy. I'm just going to dust the place down and organise for tonight before we have our chat, if that's alright with you. I won't be more than two hours. I have music you can play, drinks you can drink, and food you can eat whilst your here so make yourself comfortable and entertain yourself whilst I'm gone, alright?" He grinned, setting a bowl of nuts in front of Victor before turning around and walking into the next room. Oh bother, he thought to himself as he was finally left alone.
Victor was the ex-groom and now close friend of his best friend, and the girl he loved, Emily and Bonejangles was nervous at being left alone with him in case he said something stupid that could get himself into trouble or gossip. Emily was beautiful, kind, and a delicate soul and had been by his side since he could remember and he'd loved her only a year less than that. Oh, Emily. He picked up his drink and placed it on the second shelf before dusting off some old notebooks to find out which scores he would be playing tonight. Something different, he reminded himself as he looked through the window at Victor who was sitting as still as a statue whilst staring at the bowl Bon had set before him. Returning his focus onto his work, he decided upon having five personal favourite five old classics, and five of his own compositions that nobody had heard, before then taking any request from his guests. He wrote them down.
"That's the business side of it." He told Victor, entering the bar once more, and placing the notes at the piano he had set up for the night. He would have Johnson play 7 scores, and him play the rest, and then let the guests choose their favourites to play whichever song they request. "Now to clean up." He dusted the instruments, the shelves, and washed the floor and glasses, and finally, set out some more snacks and chairs.
Lydia & Bonejangles | Dead Happy
"The hardest thing for me is true simplicity..." Bonejangles sang to himself as he washed the glasses at the old bar. "It's the only thing that's good enough for you." He continued, placing them back in their proper place. He was singing about love, and it was his favourite song of the moment, and so couldn't help himself. Music was Bon's escape, his way of saying sorry, saying 'I love you', or saying 'let's boogy!' It reflected his every move, his every feeling, his every desire, and nothing could overpower the music in his life. Bonejangles was who he'd become because of it. Without it, he was just Geoffrey. He'd not been a simple lad since he was six, and never turned back when he figured out his true passion and drive and pursued his dreams.
Bonejangles sat down as he heard the door creek open and noticed a young girl covered in black clothing walk through. There was something different about this dead girl... She was alive. What was she doing at the bar? She seemed so dead at first glance, and he'd not noticed until her obvious lack of decay or missing body parts. She was whole, and completely healthy. Why was she acting dead? "Hello there. I'm Bon- Call me Geoffrey." He didn't always trust the living with his details. "Who are you?" he passed the girl a drink of water, and watched her sit on a stool, and remove the veil from her face, revealing the prettiest features he'd ever seen on someone so young.
She reminded him of a young version of himself but female. He'd never seen anything or anyone quite like it and hadn't even imagined so far that it was possible. "Wow."
Morticia Addams & Bonejangles | Dark Days Ahead
Pouring himself a drink, Bonejangles was dancing along to the jazzy music that was playing in the Addams family's basement and was sure as hell not expecting any company as he noticed a dark, curvy, beautiful figure creeping towards him descending the stairs ahead. "Oh, sweet mamma " he whispered to himself as he too walked towards the figure. "And who are you?" She didn't answer, and instead stood closer to Bon to show her facial features in the moonlight that was seeping through the only window in the room. Oh, she was beautiful and wonderfully exotic and Bonejangles couldn't help but buckle at the knees. "I-I'm Bonejangles, but call me Bon. Please, do call me Bon." He stammered, as he gathered the courage to take her hand in his and kiss each finger individually in an attempt to charm her as she had seduced him. "I do believe this is my lucky day. Am I right? Am I finally going to heaven or are yo-" he stopped mid-sentence as he felt her breath on his neck and the sound of bites and stepped back rapidly realising that this woman was more of a character than he could have imagined, and she didn't look like no angel. In fact, she was more of a... monster. A beautiful, sensual monster.
When she asked where he'd come from and why he was in her basement, he felt a shiver run down his spine. She certainly wasn't an ordinary woman and she deserved an extraordinary answer. "Well... I play music, y'see, and I arrived here, finding the perfect place for my kind of shenanigans and..." he was stuck for words. Looking around, he saw an old newspaper from forty years previous and saw the words 'man locked up,' and got his muse. "I'm in hiding from the bad, bad men. They're humans, and when they thought they saw me, they decided upon setting up a chase at my expense, and I had to get somewhere that they'd be under threat, and I'd be in my element. So, again... hello, my lady." He saluted her, and took off his hat whilst showing her his utmost respect through a charming bow.
Cheshire & Bonejangles | A Good Day To You
Bonejangles was sitting at his piano, trying to figure out which notes should go next for his new composition and was beginning to feel tired. He hit the five lowest keys in unison at an attempt to show his aggression towards the piece and stood to grab a drink. As he was pouring himself a gin, he noticed a glimmer of light in the corner of the room. The last time Bon had seen that glimmer of light was the night he'd died a violent death and was about to step back in cowardice when it formed into a wide, menacing but welcome grin. He couldn't move. What was happening to him? It had to be the gin. The light seemed to grow larger as it brung itself closer towards him from the other side of the room. "What are you?" he whispered and to no surprise, the thing didn't answer at all and just kept on bringing itself to it's target. It was time Bonejangles gave up and so he sat on the floor and downed the whole glass he'd just poured, in waiting for his fate.
Attention Role-Players!
I'm reinventing Bonejangles! I'm not quite sure that I'm happy with where he's going, not only as a character, but as a muse. I need to reinvent the blog, and end most of the role-plays I've been involved in and start new ones! :) Ending: Vicki & Bonejangles - A Cloudy Day Mrs. Lovett & Bonejangles - Many Years Ago Victoria & Bonejangles - Back To Life
Keeping: Emily & Bonejangles - A Misunderstanding Toby & Bonejangles - Tell Me A Story? Jack & Bonejangles - The Dead Hearts Beat A Rhythm Of Jazz Ed Wood & Bonejangles - A Jazz Session In The Studio
Starting: Cheshire & Bonejangles - A Good Day To You Morticia Addams & Bonejangles - Dark Days Ahead Lydia & Bonejangles - Dead Happy Victor & Bonejangles - Something Worth Fighting For Victoria Everglot & Bonejangles - Messy Dreams, Messy Nightmares Columbia & Bonejangles - And All That Jazz Betelgeuse & Bonejangles - Music All Around Adam Maitland & Bonejangles - No Such Things Violet Beauregarde & Bonejangles - Chewing On Strings
