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This blog is a House Of Wax ( 2005 ) oc blog for the oc Lou Ama Sinclair whom is the youngest sibling and sister of Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair. This is mainly roleplay blog that is open for interaction and ideas.
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She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.
" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "
She petted the top of the croaking frogs head, only for it to bite her finger and tried to eat it. " Always the fingers with your kind. " She mumbled to herself trying to get her finger free from the frogs mouth.
Though he too had been watching the chicken run, Choptop looked up in surprise when she spoke. "Oh uh--thanks, heh," he said, already warming the tip of the hanger again. It made a sizzling sound when it burned the flesh around his plate. "Ah... Wait, heh, what happened to your brother's eye?"
As they spoke, and Choptop giggled at the frog, Bubba was hard at work in the pig pen again. Broad shoulders and thick arms shoveled the shit into a large bucket, his back to them for the moment. Though he could hear most of what they were saying, he had no interest in it. It was much more peaceful with the animals. As he worked, the largest of the hogs was trying to snuffle in his apron pocket for treats. Despite his obvious strength, he was very gentle in pushing her head away.
She nodded as she managed to get her finger free after a moment or two, as she kept the frog cupped in her hand a bit speaking out. " Not a problem. " Lou replied pausing at the question. " Well, pa was a doctor...and the two of the three of my brothers where born conjoined at the head...and the way they where positioned....when he did the separation surgery which he wasn't cleared for. He messed up leaving my one brother without half his face which is why he doesn't have a eye and be picked at it for the longest time. " Lou stated pausing. " He did that to the half of his face, ma didn't like him picking at it most times so she put a mask on his face. "
Her heterochromic eyes glanced about, seeing the fact the hogs where eager to get whatever the bigger male carried in his apron pocket. It was kinda cute watching him and his gentleness towards the animals, he seemed at peace with what he was doing.
Eyebrows rising, Choptop listened to the explanation. That wasn't the story he was expecting, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Wow--our family's pretty fucked, but we ain't never had that!" he said, already starting to ramble again. "Me an' Nubbins are twins, but we got our faces still!" His gaze moved toward Bubba, as the giant finished with the animals. "He kinda got the....short end of the stick, heh," the man continued. "Maybe he'd use some of that stuff too. He makes the masks himself though, he's got a ton of them!"
As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.
"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.
But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.
"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.
Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.
"He'll...get used to you," Choptop said, grimacing at the loud sound. "He just don't go out much."
Lou began to listen to Choptop's rambling once again, well then seems like he's easy to get hyped and excited as she tried her best to stay focused on the conversation. Which was difficult at times due to how her own mind functions, it got her into trouble numerous times. As she spoke out. " Well yeah, only if he wants to use it that is. " She stated before nothing Bubba made his way back towards them and standing close to Choptop, before speaking out once again. " Very creative, and good stitch work. " She stated before she finally registered the fact Bubba was back with them, going silent as the two interacted momentarily.
She needed to get to work soon enough herself, this place won't tidy and clean itself up and she had alot of work to do which was messing with her a bit. She wasn't the type to like this in a mess, it had to be someway or at least presentable once being back into the house she watched as the larger male made a beeline right to the heavy metal door and into his room. She didn't mind his awkward shyness, it was quite adorable and normal for her to see infact due to what she grew up with. " That's completely fine, no need to apologize for his actions. My older brother well one of them is the same. He would rather spend his time in the underground tunnels than be out and socializing. He likes being by himself. " The petite woman rambled for a second before catching herself on it giving a sheepish look.
Even after he returned to his room, Bubba couldn't help but repeat her words in his head. Creative, good stitch work--in spite of his feelings toward strangers, some positive words were good for him. God knows he doesn't get much from his family. With a head full of thoughts, he went to change clothes.
"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"
After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.
Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.
Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.
Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".
When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.
"Here we are!"
" Mainly under our town yes, since we are are a fair distance away from any water. What we do have is a meat pit where we store roadkill. " Lou simply stated, watching as Choptop quickly ran off to do whatever in the kitchen leaving her be, as she felt the heat finally settling in as she went to scratch her head a bit especially at her hair piece that covered the deformed area. As she huffed softly letting the other take his time hopefully for her to regain composure.
As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.
" Not bad at all, just need some touching up compared to what I've dealt with in the past. " She stated more to herself despite the mask sticking to her side of her mouth a bit which was somewhat irritating to say the least.
Though he didn't understand what her face was doing, Choptop tried not to stare too obviously. But something was...wrong, about the way her hair stuck. Now that he wasn't driving, he could get a good look, and only had more questions. Maybe he was tripping, but part of her face didn't look like it moved with the rest. Scratching at his wig absentmindedly, he spoke suddenly.
"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.
Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.
"Uh...tadah!" he said in a singsong voice. Rotten teeth grinned at her again, waiting for her reaction.
She now knew he was onto her, well fuck she should've tried fixing herself better as she felt the staring which felt forever to be quite frank. Until she heard the question, feeling her stomach knot a bit well this was honestly something she thought he wouldn't catch onto. Watching him tear off the wig showing the metal plate in his head. Which was scarred and dented in more ways than one around the area, she didn't know how to react at the thought of showing her messed up hide.
She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.
The results of having horrible foster parents was showing, leaving her inside the burning house instead of trying to get her. As she finally rubbed at the areas of her scarred over disfigured face that was irritated. " I was hoping no one caught on. " She murmured out, she was gonna have to restore the mask part of her face that was forsure. No one didn't deserve in least in her own thoughts her ugly mug, as she closed her blue eye for a second feeling weird without having something covering that part of her face.
"Whoa...cool!" was the first thing out of Choptop's mouth. Probably not the best, but he was surely not deterred by her face. All of them had something--his head, large birthmark, and albino skin had always set him apart, but if she was welcome anywhere, it was with this band of misfit brothers.
"Does it hurt? How do you sleep, can you close your eyes?" His excited rambling was joined by a bouncing on the balls of his feet. In the glow of the face lamp, his plate shown silver. "That mask is cool, heh, I just thought your face didn't move!"
Hearing his reaction, she opened her blue eye, only one side of her face was good her brown eye unmoving as she spoke out once again. " It has phantom pains yes, and it's more irritating than anything. " She responded speaking out once again. " Only my blue eye can close and move easy without no strain since it isn't damaged, I sleep on my left side so my right side doesn't get more irritated. "
Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.
" Thanks, my older brother made them for me ever since the accident. "
"Whoa, you got ghosts in your face?" Cackling at his own joke, Choptop bounced on the balls of his feet again. As he watched, she was pushing the wax back into shape. "Heh, you might wanna consider uh, a non-meltable material, while you're here. Nobody's judgin' here, we're aaaaall fucked up!"
The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.
There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.
"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"
Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.
"Can you grab it for me?" Another nod, and Bubba had disappeared into the dimly lit room.
Sir she was being cryptic she wasn't planning on him actually joking about it, but it did cause a small smirk to tug on the good side of her face as she shook her head slightly to try not to laugh. As she was soon ushered out of the dining area into the hallway, following after Choptop deciding not to be alone right now with her thoughts running rapid.
She stood somewhat to the side for the goodside of her face to be seen for now only stepping fully over when the other went disappearing into the dim room.
Knowing better than to follow Bubba into his room, Choptop rocked on the balls of his feet. The coat hanger was soon taken from his back pocket again, along with a dinged up, gas station lighter. This time, however, it was clear what he was scratching at. After skin sizzled along the edge of the wound, he picked off the bit stuck to the hook, and popped it in his mouth. Seeing at least one of Lou's eyes looking at him, Choptop grinned, and offered out the hanger. "Heh, need an itch?"
Soon enough, the hulking figure appeared in the doorway again. Almost comically tiny in his hands, was a small, battered first aid kit.
She messed with the good side of her heads hair getting some tangles out, keeping herself distracted momentarily as her blue eyes gazed around before going back to Choptop once he offered her the hanger shaking her head at the offer. " I try not to pick at my hide to much it has a habit of getting infected if I do. "
Hearing the door open up seeing how tiny the medical kit looked within Bubba's hands almost made her giggle a bit, the big guy was bigger than she thought that was for sure as she glanced at the other still.
The masked man finally seemed to meet her eyes, but through the thin leather, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Her face was different too. It made Bubba wonder what had happened. And how she'd disguised it before--he hadn't even noticed it, until now! But breaking him out of his thoughts, was Choptop taking the first aid kit from his hands.
"Perfect, okay, w-what do we need here?" he said to himself, wandering toward the kitchen as he opened it. A few items tumbled out as he walked: teeth. Human, adult sized teeth. "C-Come'on in here, the lighting's better!*
She didn’t pay no mind the fact that Bubba finally probably noticed her not wearing her partial wax mask with the half wig to cover the area of her ruined one side of her face. As she was drawn back to reality once Choptop spoke out as she simply nodded her head a bit.
“Okay I’m coming.” Lou called out following after the other male who now had the medki, it didn’t stop her from stealing a glance back at Bubba though.
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Bubba is taller than John Carpenters Michael! So you're right Michael gotta look up at Bubba.
NEW POST FOR ( @bubbas-chainsaw )
She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.
" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "
She petted the top of the croaking frogs head, only for it to bite her finger and tried to eat it. " Always the fingers with your kind. " She mumbled to herself trying to get her finger free from the frogs mouth.
Though he too had been watching the chicken run, Choptop looked up in surprise when she spoke. "Oh uh--thanks, heh," he said, already warming the tip of the hanger again. It made a sizzling sound when it burned the flesh around his plate. "Ah... Wait, heh, what happened to your brother's eye?"
As they spoke, and Choptop giggled at the frog, Bubba was hard at work in the pig pen again. Broad shoulders and thick arms shoveled the shit into a large bucket, his back to them for the moment. Though he could hear most of what they were saying, he had no interest in it. It was much more peaceful with the animals. As he worked, the largest of the hogs was trying to snuffle in his apron pocket for treats. Despite his obvious strength, he was very gentle in pushing her head away.
She nodded as she managed to get her finger free after a moment or two, as she kept the frog cupped in her hand a bit speaking out. " Not a problem. " Lou replied pausing at the question. " Well, pa was a doctor...and the two of the three of my brothers where born conjoined at the head...and the way they where positioned....when he did the separation surgery which he wasn't cleared for. He messed up leaving my one brother without half his face which is why he doesn't have a eye and be picked at it for the longest time. " Lou stated pausing. " He did that to the half of his face, ma didn't like him picking at it most times so she put a mask on his face. "
Her heterochromic eyes glanced about, seeing the fact the hogs where eager to get whatever the bigger male carried in his apron pocket. It was kinda cute watching him and his gentleness towards the animals, he seemed at peace with what he was doing.
Eyebrows rising, Choptop listened to the explanation. That wasn't the story he was expecting, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Wow--our family's pretty fucked, but we ain't never had that!" he said, already starting to ramble again. "Me an' Nubbins are twins, but we got our faces still!" His gaze moved toward Bubba, as the giant finished with the animals. "He kinda got the....short end of the stick, heh," the man continued. "Maybe he'd use some of that stuff too. He makes the masks himself though, he's got a ton of them!"
As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.
"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.
But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.
"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.
Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.
"He'll...get used to you," Choptop said, grimacing at the loud sound. "He just don't go out much."
Lou began to listen to Choptop's rambling once again, well then seems like he's easy to get hyped and excited as she tried her best to stay focused on the conversation. Which was difficult at times due to how her own mind functions, it got her into trouble numerous times. As she spoke out. " Well yeah, only if he wants to use it that is. " She stated before nothing Bubba made his way back towards them and standing close to Choptop, before speaking out once again. " Very creative, and good stitch work. " She stated before she finally registered the fact Bubba was back with them, going silent as the two interacted momentarily.
She needed to get to work soon enough herself, this place won't tidy and clean itself up and she had alot of work to do which was messing with her a bit. She wasn't the type to like this in a mess, it had to be someway or at least presentable once being back into the house she watched as the larger male made a beeline right to the heavy metal door and into his room. She didn't mind his awkward shyness, it was quite adorable and normal for her to see infact due to what she grew up with. " That's completely fine, no need to apologize for his actions. My older brother well one of them is the same. He would rather spend his time in the underground tunnels than be out and socializing. He likes being by himself. " The petite woman rambled for a second before catching herself on it giving a sheepish look.
Even after he returned to his room, Bubba couldn't help but repeat her words in his head. Creative, good stitch work--in spite of his feelings toward strangers, some positive words were good for him. God knows he doesn't get much from his family. With a head full of thoughts, he went to change clothes.
"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"
After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.
Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.
Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.
Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".
When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.
"Here we are!"
" Mainly under our town yes, since we are are a fair distance away from any water. What we do have is a meat pit where we store roadkill. " Lou simply stated, watching as Choptop quickly ran off to do whatever in the kitchen leaving her be, as she felt the heat finally settling in as she went to scratch her head a bit especially at her hair piece that covered the deformed area. As she huffed softly letting the other take his time hopefully for her to regain composure.
As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.
" Not bad at all, just need some touching up compared to what I've dealt with in the past. " She stated more to herself despite the mask sticking to her side of her mouth a bit which was somewhat irritating to say the least.
Though he didn't understand what her face was doing, Choptop tried not to stare too obviously. But something was...wrong, about the way her hair stuck. Now that he wasn't driving, he could get a good look, and only had more questions. Maybe he was tripping, but part of her face didn't look like it moved with the rest. Scratching at his wig absentmindedly, he spoke suddenly.
"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.
Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.
"Uh...tadah!" he said in a singsong voice. Rotten teeth grinned at her again, waiting for her reaction.
She now knew he was onto her, well fuck she should've tried fixing herself better as she felt the staring which felt forever to be quite frank. Until she heard the question, feeling her stomach knot a bit well this was honestly something she thought he wouldn't catch onto. Watching him tear off the wig showing the metal plate in his head. Which was scarred and dented in more ways than one around the area, she didn't know how to react at the thought of showing her messed up hide.
She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.
The results of having horrible foster parents was showing, leaving her inside the burning house instead of trying to get her. As she finally rubbed at the areas of her scarred over disfigured face that was irritated. " I was hoping no one caught on. " She murmured out, she was gonna have to restore the mask part of her face that was forsure. No one didn't deserve in least in her own thoughts her ugly mug, as she closed her blue eye for a second feeling weird without having something covering that part of her face.
"Whoa...cool!" was the first thing out of Choptop's mouth. Probably not the best, but he was surely not deterred by her face. All of them had something--his head, large birthmark, and albino skin had always set him apart, but if she was welcome anywhere, it was with this band of misfit brothers.
"Does it hurt? How do you sleep, can you close your eyes?" His excited rambling was joined by a bouncing on the balls of his feet. In the glow of the face lamp, his plate shown silver. "That mask is cool, heh, I just thought your face didn't move!"
Hearing his reaction, she opened her blue eye, only one side of her face was good her brown eye unmoving as she spoke out once again. " It has phantom pains yes, and it's more irritating than anything. " She responded speaking out once again. " Only my blue eye can close and move easy without no strain since it isn't damaged, I sleep on my left side so my right side doesn't get more irritated. "
Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.
" Thanks, my older brother made them for me ever since the accident. "
"Whoa, you got ghosts in your face?" Cackling at his own joke, Choptop bounced on the balls of his feet again. As he watched, she was pushing the wax back into shape. "Heh, you might wanna consider uh, a non-meltable material, while you're here. Nobody's judgin' here, we're aaaaall fucked up!"
The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.
There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.
"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"
Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.
"Can you grab it for me?" Another nod, and Bubba had disappeared into the dimly lit room.
Sir she was being cryptic she wasn't planning on him actually joking about it, but it did cause a small smirk to tug on the good side of her face as she shook her head slightly to try not to laugh. As she was soon ushered out of the dining area into the hallway, following after Choptop deciding not to be alone right now with her thoughts running rapid.
She stood somewhat to the side for the goodside of her face to be seen for now only stepping fully over when the other went disappearing into the dim room.
Knowing better than to follow Bubba into his room, Choptop rocked on the balls of his feet. The coat hanger was soon taken from his back pocket again, along with a dinged up, gas station lighter. This time, however, it was clear what he was scratching at. After skin sizzled along the edge of the wound, he picked off the bit stuck to the hook, and popped it in his mouth. Seeing at least one of Lou's eyes looking at him, Choptop grinned, and offered out the hanger. "Heh, need an itch?"
Soon enough, the hulking figure appeared in the doorway again. Almost comically tiny in his hands, was a small, battered first aid kit.
She messed with the good side of her heads hair getting some tangles out, keeping herself distracted momentarily as her blue eyes gazed around before going back to Choptop once he offered her the hanger shaking her head at the offer. " I try not to pick at my hide to much it has a habit of getting infected if I do. "
Hearing the door open up seeing how tiny the medical kit looked within Bubba's hands almost made her giggle a bit, the big guy was bigger than she thought that was for sure as she glanced at the other still.
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She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.
" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "
She petted the top of the croaking frogs head, only for it to bite her finger and tried to eat it. " Always the fingers with your kind. " She mumbled to herself trying to get her finger free from the frogs mouth.
Though he too had been watching the chicken run, Choptop looked up in surprise when she spoke. "Oh uh--thanks, heh," he said, already warming the tip of the hanger again. It made a sizzling sound when it burned the flesh around his plate. "Ah... Wait, heh, what happened to your brother's eye?"
As they spoke, and Choptop giggled at the frog, Bubba was hard at work in the pig pen again. Broad shoulders and thick arms shoveled the shit into a large bucket, his back to them for the moment. Though he could hear most of what they were saying, he had no interest in it. It was much more peaceful with the animals. As he worked, the largest of the hogs was trying to snuffle in his apron pocket for treats. Despite his obvious strength, he was very gentle in pushing her head away.
She nodded as she managed to get her finger free after a moment or two, as she kept the frog cupped in her hand a bit speaking out. " Not a problem. " Lou replied pausing at the question. " Well, pa was a doctor...and the two of the three of my brothers where born conjoined at the head...and the way they where positioned....when he did the separation surgery which he wasn't cleared for. He messed up leaving my one brother without half his face which is why he doesn't have a eye and be picked at it for the longest time. " Lou stated pausing. " He did that to the half of his face, ma didn't like him picking at it most times so she put a mask on his face. "
Her heterochromic eyes glanced about, seeing the fact the hogs where eager to get whatever the bigger male carried in his apron pocket. It was kinda cute watching him and his gentleness towards the animals, he seemed at peace with what he was doing.
Eyebrows rising, Choptop listened to the explanation. That wasn't the story he was expecting, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Wow--our family's pretty fucked, but we ain't never had that!" he said, already starting to ramble again. "Me an' Nubbins are twins, but we got our faces still!" His gaze moved toward Bubba, as the giant finished with the animals. "He kinda got the....short end of the stick, heh," the man continued. "Maybe he'd use some of that stuff too. He makes the masks himself though, he's got a ton of them!"
As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.
"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.
But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.
"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.
Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.
"He'll...get used to you," Choptop said, grimacing at the loud sound. "He just don't go out much."
Lou began to listen to Choptop's rambling once again, well then seems like he's easy to get hyped and excited as she tried her best to stay focused on the conversation. Which was difficult at times due to how her own mind functions, it got her into trouble numerous times. As she spoke out. " Well yeah, only if he wants to use it that is. " She stated before nothing Bubba made his way back towards them and standing close to Choptop, before speaking out once again. " Very creative, and good stitch work. " She stated before she finally registered the fact Bubba was back with them, going silent as the two interacted momentarily.
She needed to get to work soon enough herself, this place won't tidy and clean itself up and she had alot of work to do which was messing with her a bit. She wasn't the type to like this in a mess, it had to be someway or at least presentable once being back into the house she watched as the larger male made a beeline right to the heavy metal door and into his room. She didn't mind his awkward shyness, it was quite adorable and normal for her to see infact due to what she grew up with. " That's completely fine, no need to apologize for his actions. My older brother well one of them is the same. He would rather spend his time in the underground tunnels than be out and socializing. He likes being by himself. " The petite woman rambled for a second before catching herself on it giving a sheepish look.
Even after he returned to his room, Bubba couldn't help but repeat her words in his head. Creative, good stitch work--in spite of his feelings toward strangers, some positive words were good for him. God knows he doesn't get much from his family. With a head full of thoughts, he went to change clothes.
"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"
After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.
Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.
Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.
Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".
When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.
"Here we are!"
" Mainly under our town yes, since we are are a fair distance away from any water. What we do have is a meat pit where we store roadkill. " Lou simply stated, watching as Choptop quickly ran off to do whatever in the kitchen leaving her be, as she felt the heat finally settling in as she went to scratch her head a bit especially at her hair piece that covered the deformed area. As she huffed softly letting the other take his time hopefully for her to regain composure.
As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.
" Not bad at all, just need some touching up compared to what I've dealt with in the past. " She stated more to herself despite the mask sticking to her side of her mouth a bit which was somewhat irritating to say the least.
Though he didn't understand what her face was doing, Choptop tried not to stare too obviously. But something was...wrong, about the way her hair stuck. Now that he wasn't driving, he could get a good look, and only had more questions. Maybe he was tripping, but part of her face didn't look like it moved with the rest. Scratching at his wig absentmindedly, he spoke suddenly.
"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.
Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.
"Uh...tadah!" he said in a singsong voice. Rotten teeth grinned at her again, waiting for her reaction.
She now knew he was onto her, well fuck she should've tried fixing herself better as she felt the staring which felt forever to be quite frank. Until she heard the question, feeling her stomach knot a bit well this was honestly something she thought he wouldn't catch onto. Watching him tear off the wig showing the metal plate in his head. Which was scarred and dented in more ways than one around the area, she didn't know how to react at the thought of showing her messed up hide.
She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.
The results of having horrible foster parents was showing, leaving her inside the burning house instead of trying to get her. As she finally rubbed at the areas of her scarred over disfigured face that was irritated. " I was hoping no one caught on. " She murmured out, she was gonna have to restore the mask part of her face that was forsure. No one didn't deserve in least in her own thoughts her ugly mug, as she closed her blue eye for a second feeling weird without having something covering that part of her face.
"Whoa...cool!" was the first thing out of Choptop's mouth. Probably not the best, but he was surely not deterred by her face. All of them had something--his head, large birthmark, and albino skin had always set him apart, but if she was welcome anywhere, it was with this band of misfit brothers.
"Does it hurt? How do you sleep, can you close your eyes?" His excited rambling was joined by a bouncing on the balls of his feet. In the glow of the face lamp, his plate shown silver. "That mask is cool, heh, I just thought your face didn't move!"
Hearing his reaction, she opened her blue eye, only one side of her face was good her brown eye unmoving as she spoke out once again. " It has phantom pains yes, and it's more irritating than anything. " She responded speaking out once again. " Only my blue eye can close and move easy without no strain since it isn't damaged, I sleep on my left side so my right side doesn't get more irritated. "
Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.
" Thanks, my older brother made them for me ever since the accident. "
"Whoa, you got ghosts in your face?" Cackling at his own joke, Choptop bounced on the balls of his feet again. As he watched, she was pushing the wax back into shape. "Heh, you might wanna consider uh, a non-meltable material, while you're here. Nobody's judgin' here, we're aaaaall fucked up!"
The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.
There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.
"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"
Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.
"Can you grab it for me?" Another nod, and Bubba had disappeared into the dimly lit room.
Sir she was being cryptic she wasn't planning on him actually joking about it, but it did cause a small smirk to tug on the good side of her face as she shook her head slightly to try not to laugh. As she was soon ushered out of the dining area into the hallway, following after Choptop deciding not to be alone right now with her thoughts running rapid.
She stood somewhat to the side for the goodside of her face to be seen for now only stepping fully over when the other went disappearing into the dim room.
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Lou held out a gift box for Tex it had a arrangement of nail polishes within it.
" Merry Christmas Tex. "
!!! 🥺 awe!! Thank yah so much lou!!!
Tex give lou a big hug.
I got ya a little gift as well!!!
Tex handed lou a bit box.
Dont shake it-
Receiving the hug she hugged back
Awe thanks Tex, I ain't gonna shake it.
She opened the box with care.
Inside the box was a small little puppy!!! Tex picked it up a day ago
Her multicolored eyes lit up real quick like in awe at the sight of a puppy.
You're so tiny! Thank you Tex!
Lou held out a gift box for Tex it had a arrangement of nail polishes within it.
" Merry Christmas Tex. "
!!! 🥺 awe!! Thank yah so much lou!!!
Tex give lou a big hug.
I got ya a little gift as well!!!
Tex handed lou a bit box.
Dont shake it-
Receiving the hug she hugged back
Awe thanks Tex, I ain't gonna shake it.
She opened the box with care.
Michael has stayed with lou and her brothers for a little while now. He found himself growing closer to lou. He didnt want to admit it yet though. He still hasnt spoke a word to her or any of her brothers. Currently, he was laying on the couch half asleep. He still had his mask on and the chains around him. He didn't feel like taking them off yet. Yeah they were in fact heavy but he could bare it easily. He was in fact home alone at the moment. He didnt really do much.
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Lou finally got done with what she did around Ambrose to make it looks comfortable and lived in, walking into the house she glanced around for the giant male she welcomed into the house. Seeing his giant figure on the couch she tilted her head to the side a bit.
He shifted very slightly as he was slowly waking up. He was facing the back side of the couch resting his head on the arm rest. Hearing lou, his guard was up as he shifted his head to look at her. Seeing her, he calmed down and relaxed a bit.
" It's just me big guy. " She reassured, giving her usual gentle and warm smile towards him as she seen he was looking at her. As she tied her dark brown locks back away and out of her face.
A low huff left him as he rested his head back down. He went back to resting but stayed awake this time. He wasn't exactly tired anymore.
She didn't mind his silent behaviors, hearing the low huff she spoke out. " Do you need anything? " She questioned a bit, always trying to see if she could at least get some sort of response from him.
He didnt do much for responses. He mainly just either tilted his head at her or stared at her. But this time, he shook his head fairly slightly to her question.
She seen this as progess! As she nodded her head some sitting down on the armchair across from him with her legs crisscrossing. " Alright. "
Michael shifted his head slightly and watched her sit down.
She noticed he was observing her, tilting her own head her multicolored eyes glancing at him. " What want me to come over there big guy? "
He really wouldn't mind if she did. However he wouldn't force her to.
Lou wouldn't mind, she liked being around him anyway as she got up from her seat walking over to him.
Michael shifted a bit so she had room on the couch to sit with him. He did enjoy her company
Once he made room on the couch by shifting a bit she sat down on the couch gladly with him. Giving a soft hum in content.
He rested his head back onto the arm rest and stayed there while she sat down. He was thinking about his mother and family issues atm
Well to be fair, her family had major parental issues as well so that was understandable. She could tell he was deep in thought over something.
He was staring into nothing. He didnt move at all. It was like he was zoned out. He had thoughts back when he was imprisoned. He hated it all.
Seeing this she grew a bit concerned for Michael, she didn't need him in a raging mindset as she tried to get him into a different mindset.
He could feel his rage build up. But he kept it hidden and didnt act out. He didnt want to hurt lou. She had done nothing but helped him. Therefore he was determined to keep it down.
Lou wasn't scared of him, then again she was desensitized towards most things as she placed a gentle hand on his rubbing the top of his hand trying to sooth him a bit. " It's okay big guy. " She reassured.
Feeling the others hand on his, he looked at it slightly. He slowly started to calm down a little bit as well.
Sensing he was calming down her soft and gentle smile remained, just interlacing their fingers gently. Seeing her approach was working.
Michael thought for a minute. He didnt even know if she knew who he was. He stood up and searched around the house for something. After awhile of searching, he finally found a old newspaper that bo was probably reading. He took it to her and opened to the page of -michael myers escaped-. He looked down at her.
She titled her head once he stood up watching him search for something, getting one of Bo's old newspaper reading the headline. " Oh I knew if that what you where wondering. " Lou stated a bit as she closed the newspaper a few moments after.
Ah. So she did know who he was. And she wasnt afraid? How odd. He definitely wasnt used to that at all. He gave a small tilt of his head.
No she wasn't afraid it takes alot to scare her, look at what her brothers do for a living between that and bounced between six foster homes she really could careless about what he's done. She's fond of him, as she shook her head slightly.
He settled slightly knowing that at least someone wasnt scared of him. Maybe he was actually safe with her.
Seeing he settled down, offering a smile. Of course he was safe with her.
He'll be honest. He missed his sister. But he couldnt go back to her. So staying with lou was his only option
Well that understandable he had all rights to miss his sister.
He didnt let that faze him though. He pushed that though away and sat back on the couch and laid down again. This time, his head was on her lap.
Once Michael rested his head in her lap, she gently began rubbing his head a bit humming a soft contented tune as she made sure he stayed pacified. A smile on her features.
He relaxed a bit. His figure was less stiff and more relaxed. He closed his eyes and stayed there a bit
She felt his stiffness ease off which caused her to smile q bit more, as she kept her hands on his head gently rubbing his head still.
He shifted slightly but not much. He was calmer and more gentle in a way
She took note of this, as she was contemplating on kissing the top of his head.
He definitely wouldnt mind if she did. He wouldnt react though
She pressed a kiss to the top of his head a bit, as she let him rest his head on her lap.
He made a soft comfort noise when she kissed his head.
Hearing this noise, she smiled softly as she ran fingers through his hair carefully.
He allowed it. It did relax him a lot as he slowly drifted off to a resting state
Lou seen he was resting now, this was a relief he hasn't rested like this ever since the night she brought him in.
He was perfectly calm now. He felt safe, not trapped and comfortable. Which he hasnt felt in a long time. So he did enjoy it.
She rested her head against the back of the couch while rubbing his head, she's glad she makes him feel safe and comfortable.
He was curled up just a little bit. It was more comfortable for him. However that did depend on where he was.
She kept him comfortable as possible, using the blanket on the back of the couch covering him some without moving .
He allowed it. He didnt move much. He just did it to be more comfortable. Other than that he rested again.
This was moments she enjoyed just him and her, as she tucked a stand piece of hair behind his ear gently while rubbing his head.
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She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.
" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "
She petted the top of the croaking frogs head, only for it to bite her finger and tried to eat it. " Always the fingers with your kind. " She mumbled to herself trying to get her finger free from the frogs mouth.
Though he too had been watching the chicken run, Choptop looked up in surprise when she spoke. "Oh uh--thanks, heh," he said, already warming the tip of the hanger again. It made a sizzling sound when it burned the flesh around his plate. "Ah... Wait, heh, what happened to your brother's eye?"
As they spoke, and Choptop giggled at the frog, Bubba was hard at work in the pig pen again. Broad shoulders and thick arms shoveled the shit into a large bucket, his back to them for the moment. Though he could hear most of what they were saying, he had no interest in it. It was much more peaceful with the animals. As he worked, the largest of the hogs was trying to snuffle in his apron pocket for treats. Despite his obvious strength, he was very gentle in pushing her head away.
She nodded as she managed to get her finger free after a moment or two, as she kept the frog cupped in her hand a bit speaking out. " Not a problem. " Lou replied pausing at the question. " Well, pa was a doctor...and the two of the three of my brothers where born conjoined at the head...and the way they where positioned....when he did the separation surgery which he wasn't cleared for. He messed up leaving my one brother without half his face which is why he doesn't have a eye and be picked at it for the longest time. " Lou stated pausing. " He did that to the half of his face, ma didn't like him picking at it most times so she put a mask on his face. "
Her heterochromic eyes glanced about, seeing the fact the hogs where eager to get whatever the bigger male carried in his apron pocket. It was kinda cute watching him and his gentleness towards the animals, he seemed at peace with what he was doing.
Eyebrows rising, Choptop listened to the explanation. That wasn't the story he was expecting, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Wow--our family's pretty fucked, but we ain't never had that!" he said, already starting to ramble again. "Me an' Nubbins are twins, but we got our faces still!" His gaze moved toward Bubba, as the giant finished with the animals. "He kinda got the....short end of the stick, heh," the man continued. "Maybe he'd use some of that stuff too. He makes the masks himself though, he's got a ton of them!"
As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.
"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.
But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.
"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.
Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.
"He'll...get used to you," Choptop said, grimacing at the loud sound. "He just don't go out much."
Lou began to listen to Choptop's rambling once again, well then seems like he's easy to get hyped and excited as she tried her best to stay focused on the conversation. Which was difficult at times due to how her own mind functions, it got her into trouble numerous times. As she spoke out. " Well yeah, only if he wants to use it that is. " She stated before nothing Bubba made his way back towards them and standing close to Choptop, before speaking out once again. " Very creative, and good stitch work. " She stated before she finally registered the fact Bubba was back with them, going silent as the two interacted momentarily.
She needed to get to work soon enough herself, this place won't tidy and clean itself up and she had alot of work to do which was messing with her a bit. She wasn't the type to like this in a mess, it had to be someway or at least presentable once being back into the house she watched as the larger male made a beeline right to the heavy metal door and into his room. She didn't mind his awkward shyness, it was quite adorable and normal for her to see infact due to what she grew up with. " That's completely fine, no need to apologize for his actions. My older brother well one of them is the same. He would rather spend his time in the underground tunnels than be out and socializing. He likes being by himself. " The petite woman rambled for a second before catching herself on it giving a sheepish look.
Even after he returned to his room, Bubba couldn't help but repeat her words in his head. Creative, good stitch work--in spite of his feelings toward strangers, some positive words were good for him. God knows he doesn't get much from his family. With a head full of thoughts, he went to change clothes.
"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"
After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.
Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.
Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.
Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".
When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.
"Here we are!"
" Mainly under our town yes, since we are are a fair distance away from any water. What we do have is a meat pit where we store roadkill. " Lou simply stated, watching as Choptop quickly ran off to do whatever in the kitchen leaving her be, as she felt the heat finally settling in as she went to scratch her head a bit especially at her hair piece that covered the deformed area. As she huffed softly letting the other take his time hopefully for her to regain composure.
As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.
" Not bad at all, just need some touching up compared to what I've dealt with in the past. " She stated more to herself despite the mask sticking to her side of her mouth a bit which was somewhat irritating to say the least.
Though he didn't understand what her face was doing, Choptop tried not to stare too obviously. But something was...wrong, about the way her hair stuck. Now that he wasn't driving, he could get a good look, and only had more questions. Maybe he was tripping, but part of her face didn't look like it moved with the rest. Scratching at his wig absentmindedly, he spoke suddenly.
"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.
Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.
"Uh...tadah!" he said in a singsong voice. Rotten teeth grinned at her again, waiting for her reaction.
She now knew he was onto her, well fuck she should've tried fixing herself better as she felt the staring which felt forever to be quite frank. Until she heard the question, feeling her stomach knot a bit well this was honestly something she thought he wouldn't catch onto. Watching him tear off the wig showing the metal plate in his head. Which was scarred and dented in more ways than one around the area, she didn't know how to react at the thought of showing her messed up hide.
She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.
The results of having horrible foster parents was showing, leaving her inside the burning house instead of trying to get her. As she finally rubbed at the areas of her scarred over disfigured face that was irritated. " I was hoping no one caught on. " She murmured out, she was gonna have to restore the mask part of her face that was forsure. No one didn't deserve in least in her own thoughts her ugly mug, as she closed her blue eye for a second feeling weird without having something covering that part of her face.
"Whoa...cool!" was the first thing out of Choptop's mouth. Probably not the best, but he was surely not deterred by her face. All of them had something--his head, large birthmark, and albino skin had always set him apart, but if she was welcome anywhere, it was with this band of misfit brothers.
"Does it hurt? How do you sleep, can you close your eyes?" His excited rambling was joined by a bouncing on the balls of his feet. In the glow of the face lamp, his plate shown silver. "That mask is cool, heh, I just thought your face didn't move!"
Hearing his reaction, she opened her blue eye, only one side of her face was good her brown eye unmoving as she spoke out once again. " It has phantom pains yes, and it's more irritating than anything. " She responded speaking out once again. " Only my blue eye can close and move easy without no strain since it isn't damaged, I sleep on my left side so my right side doesn't get more irritated. "
Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.
" Thanks, my older brother made them for me ever since the accident. "
D.I.L.F.
That's what you are sir, you gotta accept it.
FUCK NOT YOU TOO CMON- what about me is fuckable I’m a married 50 year old cannibal
But sir, it's a compliment. You do have great looks, and you fall under the definition quite easily.
Michael has stayed with lou and her brothers for a little while now. He found himself growing closer to lou. He didnt want to admit it yet though. He still hasnt spoke a word to her or any of her brothers. Currently, he was laying on the couch half asleep. He still had his mask on and the chains around him. He didn't feel like taking them off yet. Yeah they were in fact heavy but he could bare it easily. He was in fact home alone at the moment. He didnt really do much.
@lethal-sass
Lou finally got done with what she did around Ambrose to make it looks comfortable and lived in, walking into the house she glanced around for the giant male she welcomed into the house. Seeing his giant figure on the couch she tilted her head to the side a bit.
He shifted very slightly as he was slowly waking up. He was facing the back side of the couch resting his head on the arm rest. Hearing lou, his guard was up as he shifted his head to look at her. Seeing her, he calmed down and relaxed a bit.
" It's just me big guy. " She reassured, giving her usual gentle and warm smile towards him as she seen he was looking at her. As she tied her dark brown locks back away and out of her face.
A low huff left him as he rested his head back down. He went back to resting but stayed awake this time. He wasn't exactly tired anymore.
She didn't mind his silent behaviors, hearing the low huff she spoke out. " Do you need anything? " She questioned a bit, always trying to see if she could at least get some sort of response from him.
He didnt do much for responses. He mainly just either tilted his head at her or stared at her. But this time, he shook his head fairly slightly to her question.
She seen this as progess! As she nodded her head some sitting down on the armchair across from him with her legs crisscrossing. " Alright. "
Michael shifted his head slightly and watched her sit down.
She noticed he was observing her, tilting her own head her multicolored eyes glancing at him. " What want me to come over there big guy? "
He really wouldn't mind if she did. However he wouldn't force her to.
Lou wouldn't mind, she liked being around him anyway as she got up from her seat walking over to him.
Michael shifted a bit so she had room on the couch to sit with him. He did enjoy her company
Once he made room on the couch by shifting a bit she sat down on the couch gladly with him. Giving a soft hum in content.
He rested his head back onto the arm rest and stayed there while she sat down. He was thinking about his mother and family issues atm
Well to be fair, her family had major parental issues as well so that was understandable. She could tell he was deep in thought over something.
He was staring into nothing. He didnt move at all. It was like he was zoned out. He had thoughts back when he was imprisoned. He hated it all.
Seeing this she grew a bit concerned for Michael, she didn't need him in a raging mindset as she tried to get him into a different mindset.
He could feel his rage build up. But he kept it hidden and didnt act out. He didnt want to hurt lou. She had done nothing but helped him. Therefore he was determined to keep it down.
Lou wasn't scared of him, then again she was desensitized towards most things as she placed a gentle hand on his rubbing the top of his hand trying to sooth him a bit. " It's okay big guy. " She reassured.
Feeling the others hand on his, he looked at it slightly. He slowly started to calm down a little bit as well.
Sensing he was calming down her soft and gentle smile remained, just interlacing their fingers gently. Seeing her approach was working.
Michael thought for a minute. He didnt even know if she knew who he was. He stood up and searched around the house for something. After awhile of searching, he finally found a old newspaper that bo was probably reading. He took it to her and opened to the page of -michael myers escaped-. He looked down at her.
She titled her head once he stood up watching him search for something, getting one of Bo's old newspaper reading the headline. " Oh I knew if that what you where wondering. " Lou stated a bit as she closed the newspaper a few moments after.
Ah. So she did know who he was. And she wasnt afraid? How odd. He definitely wasnt used to that at all. He gave a small tilt of his head.
No she wasn't afraid it takes alot to scare her, look at what her brothers do for a living between that and bounced between six foster homes she really could careless about what he's done. She's fond of him, as she shook her head slightly.
He settled slightly knowing that at least someone wasnt scared of him. Maybe he was actually safe with her.
Seeing he settled down, offering a smile. Of course he was safe with her.
He'll be honest. He missed his sister. But he couldnt go back to her. So staying with lou was his only option
Well that understandable he had all rights to miss his sister.
He didnt let that faze him though. He pushed that though away and sat back on the couch and laid down again. This time, his head was on her lap.
Once Michael rested his head in her lap, she gently began rubbing his head a bit humming a soft contented tune as she made sure he stayed pacified. A smile on her features.
He relaxed a bit. His figure was less stiff and more relaxed. He closed his eyes and stayed there a bit
She felt his stiffness ease off which caused her to smile q bit more, as she kept her hands on his head gently rubbing his head still.
He shifted slightly but not much. He was calmer and more gentle in a way
She took note of this, as she was contemplating on kissing the top of his head.
He definitely wouldnt mind if she did. He wouldnt react though
She pressed a kiss to the top of his head a bit, as she let him rest his head on her lap.
He made a soft comfort noise when she kissed his head.
Hearing this noise, she smiled softly as she ran fingers through his hair carefully.
He allowed it. It did relax him a lot as he slowly drifted off to a resting state
Lou seen he was resting now, this was a relief he hasn't rested like this ever since the night she brought him in.
He was perfectly calm now. He felt safe, not trapped and comfortable. Which he hasnt felt in a long time. So he did enjoy it.
She rested her head against the back of the couch while rubbing his head, she's glad she makes him feel safe and comfortable.
He was curled up just a little bit. It was more comfortable for him. However that did depend on where he was.
She kept him comfortable as possible, using the blanket on the back of the couch covering him some without moving .
