☣ Cindy Vortex !

"If we get blown up, whatever's left of me is kicking your butt." autoplay | selective & indie | cynthia aurora vortex | jimmy neutron series & films

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“This is exactly why I don’t particularly like some people: Wouldn’t you agree?”

He held out his hand just a bit towards the people in question: Just a noisy couple with their noisy child. Sebastian hated chaotic noises, especially shouting. 

[cindyvortcx]

“I’m sure if I kicked the stupid out of all of them, then there wouldn’t be anything left ! So,” she threw her arms up in the air, “I think I’m doing them a favor by not doing anything. Should I just, oh, I don’t know, reconsider?” she said the last part a little too sweetly; but in the end she knew her own answer to the question.

“Fine ! I mean, it’s not like I have money to pay for their hospital expenses, anyway. Have you ever tried meditating and doing martial arts at the same time? It’s very calming.” She proceeded to crush the purple flurp can in her grip before tossing it over her shoulder so it could land in the trash. Cocky, she grinned, knowing well she made the pass.

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"Oh hello there!" The chipmunk looked up at Cindy. "Names Alvin..." He put out his hand, "Ans you are?" He smiled.

“I’ve  finally lost it. Here I am,” she snapped, “talking to a sentient chipmunk. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I will comply, hallucination of mine, and greet you back just as casually.” The unkind youth gripped his hand and shook it unsurely. “How is this even happening?!”

[cindyvortcx]

Holy moly!

So I know I owe replies to starters made for me and a hundred other threads. I want to apologize for appearing and vanishing the way I did. I worked two jobs, and even a third one for a while and because of this my time was limited and my muse was hung to dry. I can guarantee that tomorrow I will be active once more, maybe give this place a bit of a makeover. Gotta blast? I think not. I believe Cindy Aurora Vortex has not kicked the bucket just yet, although she nearly did but was revived by that one candy in that one episode that I'm sure contained crack. Seriously.

[cindyvortcx]

Like this for a starter!

I'm sorry for being away. I have like 2, 3 jobs now? And I am like drowning in work. But I promise to get around to this. :)

[cindyvortcx]

“I’m listening, James . . .”

Cindy listened to his good reasoning, nodded her head, not particularly neutral in expression. Jimmy had her full, undivided attention, even if she looked a good second away from becoming notably goofy-faced. He stated that he would be more careful, but during his recovery she would be responsible for supervising until he was back in tip-top shape. Before the inherent opportunist could press him further to sweeten up the deal a bit, she no longer held that cocky grin upon the feeling of his hands touching her own.

The butterflies in her stomach erupted in euphoria and she feigned a certain calmness about her as she squeezed his hands with that same semblance of sensitivity he had shown her. “As much as I appreciate the vast wonders of the universe,” she began gently, “I think I’d rather risk my butt for a complete anomaly like you.” She looked away, shyly, and then cleared her throat. She was about to correct herself until a shrill voice pierced the air and threw off her train of thought.

“Jimbo, we’re going to see Duckspray the Musical this weekend so I got you your very own hat!” Hugh squealed, plopping a duck hat right on his head. 

Cindy hadn’t seen or heard Mr. Neutron. She had been too busy looking across the street in search of her mother. Thankfully, she hadn’t seen anything and let out a sigh of relief. It was common knowledge that the Neutron family didn’t exactly get along with the Vortex family. She finally faced Jimmy and busted out laughing. The visage was comically inspirational.

[cindyvortcx]

"How's it goin' blondie?~" Hands in his pockets, the "hero" smirked as his eyes ran up and down the teen girl's form, smirking, "Runnin' some fetch quests?"

“Over my dead body! Whatever you’re up to,” she responded haughtily, “count me out! I have priorities.” She smirked and averted her gaze back to her notes, having just gotten out of school that day and reviewing the annotations of her lessons. 

[cindyvortcx]

What are your thoughts on Eustace and Cindy?

The mun speaks !  Individually or as a pair? To be honest, I am not particularly fond of the two as a romantic duo, even if the two do mature into much nicer people. He was the perfect example of Mr. Wrong, according to the episodes Billion Dollar Boy and King of Mars, only wooing Cindy because it made Jimmy pretty darn angry. While I don’t think he finds Cindy disgusting since he’s made a few oddly flirtatious gestures here and there, I do acknowledge that she is just a tool for him to use. The ship is pretty toxic, in my opinion, and would never happen in canon. In the end, he'd only love himself. Heck, if the kid shows no mercy toward his own father, then how in the world can he bring himself to care for anyone else?

Don’t get me wrong ! I wouldn’t mind writing with a Eustace Strych as I really do adore his character, but it would pretty much circle around Cindy showing great distaste for him and an obvious distrust of his intentions. Back-stabbed twice by him, she doesn’t need to learn a third time that he’s all around bad news. 

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“There’s basically conception, right, then a 9 month gestation period…” Hugh: LA LA LA LA LA LA

[cindyvortcx]

“MR. AND MRS. NEUTRON! AS YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW, YOUR SON IS FIGHTING ALONGSIDE SUPERNATURAL ALLIES FROM VARIOUS DIMENSIONS, AND WHILE SUCH UNIVERSES ARE THANKFUL FOR HIS EXCEPTIONAL SERVICES  - I, CINDY VORTEX, VOUCH FOR HIS EARLY RESIGNATION. THAT’S RIGHT. AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE. I’D BE HAPPY TO DELVE INTO THE PROS AND CONS OF MY DEMAND. WAIT -  HUH? WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA? WOAH!” 

Cindy hadn’t counted on him tackling her down; the fact that she was a few seconds too late to evade his sudden lunge forward left her relatively speechless, and that threw her thought process off and activated something far worse. Before she could swing a really tight fist his way, she felt something softer meet her lips, and her face seemed to melt into an expression best suited for an idiot. As words failed to escape her lips, she stayed motionless on the ground and slipped off into a sort of trance. Cupid might’ve been stupid, but she was stupider for falling into such a state of silence. Thankfully, the sounds of a swelling orchestra died shortly after she found herself capable of understanding the situation.

“Neutron, you dog. You’ve got ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t have your organs rearranged.” The tone in her voice wasn’t necessarily a maelstrom of rage; rather, it held a likeness to amusement with a hint of an impending threat that she made sure to imply a swift execution. She gently pressed a hand to his cheek, narrowed her vicious emeralds before shoving him right off.

“1, 2, 3 . . .”

[cindyvortcx]

"I’d hate to remind you,” she drawled shyly, “but haven’t I said this before? Jimmy, why do you think I’m trying to lure you away from the lab for once?” just before she could voice her thoughts on the matter further, his hand touched hers and quickly did her cheeks flush a soft shade of pink. Her fingers twitched but didn’t move from their spot, and inwardly did her heart sigh and run a whole marathon at the same time.

She scooted a little closer, sensing her fondness for him growing madly and childishly did she shift in her sitting spot, trying to shake off the nerves until her eyes took in the sight of his blemished arm. Before she could process the alarming state of it in her own mind, he voiced an apology and revealed a very good explanation for his dysfunctional behavior. She saw red at this point, and without thinking she blurted out, viciously,

“I don’t care if you resume inventing things that will help the world. What I do care about is getting your butt kicked off the team right now!  Mrs. Neutronnnnn!” 

She was acting on impulse, out of fear, not wanting to lose him to the likes of an enemy so powerful. She would rather imprison him in his room through his parents than put his life in greater risk. If she revealed his activities to his parents; they could stop him from going. She fled from his side and tried to sprint for the door to get the attention of his loved ones. They had to do something! Anything! What spooked her so was that on every adventure they embarked on, not one of her friends ever had a scar or seared flesh . . . but this time he did.

[cindyvortcx]

“Industrial sized air conditioners,” she repeated with a monotonous edge to her voice, naturally disbelieving. Nothing in his face, however, said that he wasn’t being entirely honest with her. She followed his gaze with an air of uncertainty, wondering if she had been rough on the fellow and briefly seemed to reconsider her approach. The problem with Cindy, no matter how well meaning the youth seemed, wasn’t fond of apologizing. That would allude to the possibility of her being wrong, and that alone resembled imperfection. The boy expressed himself once more, and Cynthia smiled weakly.

“That’s understandable. Who’d want to live in the very pit of hell?” she responded absentmindedly, taking out a note pad containing all of her day’s activities, only to realize she had nothing more to tend to for the day. “So,” she added somewhat awkwardly, “Junior . . .” she scooted just a bit closer and felt a questionable smile coming on. Sam slapped a bowl of her favorite ice cream on the table and gave her a nasty look. She promptly ignored him and gently pushed the ice cream Junior’s way, wondering if the cold would bring about an unusual reaction. While she was sure that was unlikely, she knew that the pigmentation of his teeth meant something. And, well, just the fact that he could live in the Earth’s core was just odd.

“You should know that this order is on me,” she advised, her tone sly and soft, “but my generous acts are never free. See, because of my kind and benevolent offer,” the blonde pinched his cheek to give off the impression that she was simply flirting with her new ‘boyfriend’, “it is only natural that you’d want to be my guinea pig. You accept this, and I won’t blow your cover. You could deny it, but Neutron and I have saved Retroville way too many times to count. Why reject the words of a hero?” Her amiable motions cloaked the bribery quite well, thus putting an end to the suspicions Sam might’ve had while watching them from a distance.

“KEEP MOOCHING OFF YOUR BOYFRIEND, VORTEX. THE MORE MONEY I MAKE IN TIPS, THE BETTER. AND, NO, HUGH. WE DON’T HAVE PIE-FLAVORED ICE CREAM. YEAH.” Sam yelled.

[cindyvortcx]

Just felt like doodling older! Cindy and older! Nergal Jr. Why is Sheen a kid here? Don’t ask. This sketch has no logic, but I had fun doing it.

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Send “What are you doing?” and I’ll generate a number for your muse to find my muse..

1. Exercising 2. Singing  3. Dancing 4. Stabbing someone 5. Stealing something 6. Kissing someone 7. Naked 8. In shower 9. Sleepwalking 10. Drawing 11. “Playing with themselves” 12. Picking up flowers 13. Cooking 14. With bloody hands and clothes 15. Playing with pet 16. Secretly crying 17. Writting goodbye letter 18. Talking to a bird 19. Climbing trees 20. Suffocating someone 21. Slapping them 22. In bed with someone else 23. Reading your muses diary 24. Preparing bath with rose petals 25. Practicing archery 26. Cosplaying 27. Lost in forest 28. Copying them 29. Trying to scare them 30. Talking in their sleep about them

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“Is this one of those macho things? I thought we were over that, Neutron! There were and are female scientists. Get that through your big, show-offy brain!”

In truth, she was concerned for him but didn’t dare voice that directly to the other. She slowly faced Goddard a second time and noticed something that wasn’t there before, which caused her to question just how far he had gone with his work to even frighten his closest companion into hiding. That’s when she decided that her fierce approach wasn’t going to help their little quarrel any more than it would fuel the odious flames of rage.

She would attack the elephant in the room instead and stood before it with inquisitive yet malicious eyes, such a sharp gaze scanning ever so slowly over the strange creations that she was sure he would use to do good. “I remember a lot of things,” she hissed, getting into his face like a massive snake that had been lured out of the darkness for a good hunting. “So, what’s your point? I could have wriggled out of that situation with my eyes closed. Don’t go stroking your own ego, beloved mayor of donkey town!!”

Cindy’s attempt to reduce her temper predictably failed, being the imperfect and dysfunctional child she was, there was no one to hold her back this time. She knew deep down that he had saved her countless of times, and she had rescued him with the same unconditional likeness. “Is that selective forgetfulness I detect? His name is Timmy.” She corrected, crossing her arms over her chest, the glare on her face intensifying. But just as soon as he stormed out of the lab she felt her entire being slowly crumble, and that was when she inwardly believed she had pushed him too far this time. She approached Goddard and patted his head, looking just a touch sympathetic before uttering gently and in her own way to the canine that she would fix everything.

She looked to where he fled from the lab and followed after him. “Jimmy!” she called, that one rare moment where she would let his name leave her lips like a broken song. Cindy’s emotions fluctuated as she thought over their distasteful exchange, and no matter what she told herself -  no matter how powerfully she believed in the idea of leaving him to suffer in his own ruin - she couldn’t bring herself to abandon him. She stalked after him with the resolve of trying to be more understanding. Their friendship was bonded by a contract they both signed, but more importantly . . . she really did care for him.  She adored him more than he would ever know.

“You need to get a grip!  Whatever you’re doing,” her harsh tone softened, and she sat beside him, “it’s not doing you any good. In fact, it’s scaring Goddard. He’s your best friend for crying out loud.  Your friends miss you,” she looked away, “and I do too.”

[cindyvortcx]

Had to try this and I sadly have to agree  that she can be rather greedy and self-serving at times. Now, if we’re talking about things, then perhaps in her adult years I could sort of see this percentage?

[cindyvortcx]

“Shut it, Captain Bad-Hair-Day.“ She snapped, for once showing a slither of patience, though it was wearing itself thin. Cindy nearly spewed venom when he pressed her buttons with that witty remark of his, but kept her spite under the lid and reminded herself that he seemed to have gone through some form of duress to have turned out so disgraced in appearance. He usually cleaned up well and had his signature swirl in tip-top shape. Not today.

“Of course you do,” she began sweetly, pressing a kind and gentle hand to his back, smile far too wide. It almost seemed like she was stroking his ego. That would have been too good to be true, especially as the grin melted from her face and formed a sort of untold evil. “You obviously exceed in being a complete and total dweeb! Take the ticket, stop thinking, and don’t ask any more questions. March! What do you mean you’re fine? Have you looked in a mirror lately? Did you even shower?”

“You’ve got ten minutes to look brand spanking new, Neutron, because I am not going to Retroland with a hobo!“ She said simply, counting away the seconds in her head while inwardly praising his inventions as she browsed his collection. The haughty smirk on her face was humorous and the way she expected him to run to the house and get it all done in that small amount of time was laughable. She looked back to him once more and arched an eyebrow before asking rather resonantly: “DID I STUTTER?”

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Jimmy felt some warmth come from her hand, a small shudder coming from his body. He hadn’t really been touched in what felt like weeks. Maybe Cindy was worried about him after…

Nope. There was that banshee voice he heard all too often.  “Pukin’ Pluto, FINE!” Jimmy huffed to his feet, shaky at first, before going over to one of his drawers. He was sure he had a shower in a can invention somewhere…

“I coulda sworn I put it…” He mumbled, rummaging. His once immaculate lab was looking almost as sloppy as he was, cans of Flurp and empty bags of Cheese Pants littered around, inventions cast out amidst papers of notes.

Jimmy’s Tornado Blaster and other inventions were all out for review. Papers were reevaluating a formula for the trajectory of the Vortex Grenade.

His Shrink Ray, Quarterback Gear, and Neutron Flare were also on the same table, next to his VDR and Freeze Ray. More papers on equations and notes…

A single page about a missing rocket…

Jimmy sighed as he looked at the can he discovered. “I thought my shower in a can was an invention, not this deodorant…” He tossed the can over his shoulder, frustrated. He guessed he’d have to go inside after all, or maybe…

“Goddard, where are you boy?” He called, looking around the lab.

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“Oh, don’t worry, Neutron. I won’t watch. I’m a lady, after all.” 

While James had been doing his own thing, Cynthia took the time to merely look at the state of his precious lab and decided to tune out the mumbling for one second to admire the blueprint of his inventions, even if the funk of cheese bits were crawling out of each empty bag that littered the table. She analyzed one of his equations before scratching out one little number and replacing it with what she thought would correspond with the appropriate answer.

Cindy brushed off the remains of his terrible habits and hadn’t heard him when he had spoken Goddard’s name. She found herself too absorbed with his brilliant work and grabbed a nearby pencil and tapped her chin thoughtfully. What did he use all this for? Did he intend on selling them? If not, then why the need for weapons? Oddly perceptive, this provided a clue to his sudden change. He was always fresh and ready to take on the day. She believed he was more of a morning person than she was. Just when she was about to jot down something of interest, she accidentally dropped the pencil and watched it roll off the table and travel to a rather disgusting-looking pile in the corner.

Vortex was genuinely startled with the awful conditions he had presented, and found herself actually cleaning up after him. Of all the people in the world to do that. Well, this was most certainly a shocking event, but the sudden bewilderment inspired her to clean up. This was ridiculous. “Neutron, is this a science laboratory or the bog of eternal stench? Because this is callous, even for you! Wait, what -”  From out of the pile peered out a pair of glowing eyes and the sound of whimpering snatched the attention of the youth. She blinked several times and her jaw went slack. 

“I demand an explanation. What is so important,” she growled, “that you have to hide yourself away from the world to make these, Phantom of the Laboratory?” 

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❛ There has to be something we can do. ❜

And he’s suit clad, worried, and in a pinch with a strong willed girl and little time.

It seems fate had an aesthetic set out for him.

[cindyvortcx]

“Explain to me how two kids are going to make a difference, Humanitarian Junkie. There’s a high probability they will dismiss our claim, even if we are pretty valuable witnesses. Trust me, I tried and they told me I needed to just drop the issue. I’d also hate to say it, but that foul-smelling hobo was actually innocent.” Cindy was annoyed, and crossed her arms stubbornly. She had too many things to do today! Besides, how would initiating an unauthorized investigation benefit her?

“We could reopen the case ourselves,” she began, seeming reasonable until she made a verbal slip, “for a price, preferably in the form of cash. I am not doing this for free, you know!” she added, feeling a little rise of guilt. She analyzed the location where the old man had been promptly arrested and came to the realization that they would embark on this whether she wanted to or not.

“FINE. CAN I JUST CANCEL MY APPOINTMENT?”

Goodbye, wonderful manicure that could have been.

Oh woe, her pretty pink nails no more!