There's a big one coming

The dead have begun to rise and walk

[tchamblers]

[kirbymartell-deactivated2015122]

Exploring Art Rhett II Kirby

[kirbymartell-deactivated2015122]

Kirby rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. “You are such a boy,” she said exasperatedly. “Punching people makes you an ass. Even if the person deserves it, it’s not your job to decide how they get punished,” Kirby explained. “We aren’t just hippies you know,” Kirby said, her tone raising in the slightest manner. “I haven’t been in a fight though. I think you may have been around me long enough to figure out that while I don’t take crap, I’m not exactly the fighting type,” she told him, raising her hands. “I’m not going to punch the only…friend I may actually have. Like I said, I don’t or didn’t do the whole friends thing for a while and I probably suck at it,” Kirby said softly. “It’s an outlet,” Kirby said, looking at Rhett. She understood what he meant about his music. “I don’t want to have any expectations to what I think it’s going to be. I want to actually listen to it and have an honest opinion. If I go in thinking it is going to be one thing, I may actually convince myself that it is.”

"Not what I meant by that," Kirby smiled, looking over to Rhett. "Cute is what you call a kid or a teenager," she continued on, trying to let the compliment rest when he made it apparent he didn’t want to talk about it. "And I don’t care what people think of me. At this point, if people don’t want to be in my life, I’m not going to try and keep them there. I don’t need any losses that are avoidable," Kirby sighed, brushing a stray strand from her face. "And I was just beginning to think that Peter was getting the better end of the room." Kirby joked. "Oh, um, yeah," Kirby managed as he talked about distracting herself. She frowned for a moment, knowing she wasn’t covering well enough before she pulled back to a smile. "I’d like that," she added after a moment. Kirby stepped outside of the barn and waiting for Rhett to come out. "You realize that when I do go that you’re going to have to point me back in the right direction since you kind of went all secretive on me the last few minutes," Kirby reminded him as the thought crossed her mind.

[rhett-noh]

"You're wrong, I'm not a boy."  Rhett told her in a dry tone, mostly because he would have settled for permanent boyhood over his ghost problem now.  "I'm a man thank you.  And if it happens in my life and it's an issue smaller than something that needs to be addressed by the police, I can definitely punch them.  A punch isn't the cruelest thing in the world.  Sometimes they can be good things, great even.  I mean getting into a fight for the sake of a release on both ends is like on the level of - oh nevermind."  It was clear she wasn't about to get involved in any fights so he let the subject drop.  "No expectations, huh?"  Rhett liked that though he figured at this point it was going to be a little bit hard for her to do such a thing.  She had the (mis)fortune of meeting him, so all of her thoughts about him were bound to influence her thoughts on the music eventually.  "Alright, alright, I'll keep my mouth shut, I won't say one more more word about the music that is.  I doubt I cold not talk the whole walk to my place."

"And you aren't a kid or a teenager."  She was still a lot younger than him, more than she would have guessed, but he was trying not to think too much about that.  Her attitude on people was so simple and honest that he couldn't help but be impressed.  "Careful now, because you said something eerily similar to something I'd say."  Part of him hoped he'd rubbed off on her, but he knew she probably had her defenses up like that for quite some time.  She seemed to know all about loss.  "Trust me, if I shared a room with him, he'd wait until I fell asleep and try to take over my bed."  As he started to guide her to his tiny house, he shook his head.  "It's really not that hard when you take the roads. "I mean if you follow the driveway, which you'll be able to from my tiny house, you'll get back to one of the side roads and if you turn right, it'll take you back toward town and before long you'll know where you are."  As they approached his place he pointed to it and looked over at her.  "That one's mine.  I built it myself."  Turning his attention to the giant house slowly falling into disrepair, he pointed to that as well.  "That's my mom's place.  She's uh...interesting."  Of course, if she ever met his mom, there'd be a thousand questions.  Namely how a woman so old could have a son who was supposedly so young, but she didn't quite look as old as she was and he was hoping to avoid such conversations altogether.  "Anyway, you probably just want the CD so just follow me."

[peeping-james]

Would you mind shutting the fuck up?! It’s 7 in the morning for fucks sake. 

[rhett-noh]

Seven is as good of a time as any for you to get up so deal with it, dude.

[aprilwinslows-blog]

Oh, great, Bitter Rhett is back. God, haven’t we established this for the past few decades? Brighten up, have a popsicle, play with a puppy. 

[rhett-noh]

I'd very much like to play with a puppy but you have the puppy so I mean you have to let me.

[aprilwinslows-blog]

Well, that’s a surprisingly supportive response from you. Are you feeling okay?

[rhett-noh]

Oh I'm feeling just dandy, I'm dead and I can never leave this fucking down.  It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

[kirbymartell-deactivated2015122]

Exploring Art Rhett II Kirby

[kirbymartell-deactivated2015122]

"I don’t punch people for not doing anything, Rhett," Kirby said with an eye roll. "Hasn’t anyone ever told you that violence isn’t an answer," Kirby teased. "I’m not going to punch you ever," she said with a shrug. "I have a cop for a father," Kirby muttered, curling her fingers and tucking her thumb loosely under them. "Happy," she asked before undoing her hand. "Child genius," Kirby repeated. "I can’t tell you anything that’s true about your music when I haven’t heard it," she explained, looking at Rhett. "You were in college when you were sixteen," she said after going back over in his statement in her head. That was crazy. He hadn’t skipped one year, but two. "If I ever hear it, I’ll let you know how horrible it actually is. No sugarcoating," Kirby smiled. "I’m kidding I’m sure it will be good." 

"I’m not cute," Kirby muttered, rolling her eyes. Kirby nodded, taking her hand back from the animal and turned around. "I’ll stick to Peter," she said with a small laugh. Kirby stepped away from Peter and walked back towards where Rhett was standing. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better," she said softly. "Do I have to close my eyes again on the way out," she asked. Kirby was just ready to go home for the day. She appreciated everything he’d done, but the feelings that she kept buried down inside her weren’t quelled. It wasn’t often that she showed others how she really was doing. In fact, she wasn’t aware of why she let Rhett see her emotional. Sighing, she tried to force a smile on her face. "Make sure you take care of him," she said after a moment.

[rhett-noh]

"Oh but violence can be the answer and it can be very fun.  Punching someone can give you quite the rush, make you feel alive and all of that.  But I'm guessing you've never gotten in a fight.  Artists aren't exactly known for fights after all."  He pointed out with a small smile.  "Not that I'm calling you weak, just inexperienced.  I still really think you should punch me, but if you don't want to you certainly don't have to."  She did have free will after all and he didn't want to ruin their good time by pushing this on her.  "You can too.  You can say I bet your music is pretentious or sad and you'd probably be accurate on both ends.  Music reflects the musician just like a painting reflects the artist.  And I think you know me well enough by now to figure out what shit you're getting into by listening to my music." Far from ashamed of his music, he understood the limited appeal of it and wasn't going to pretend that Kirby would automatically like it.  "Don't expect it to be anything."

"No I suppose not."  He comented lightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.  "I mean if I had to pick an objective adjective concerning your overall appeal I'd be hard pressed not to use comely but I doubt you care all that much about that."  Coughing quickly after he spoke, it was a signal that he did not wat to expand upon what he had said.  "Nah I think it's okay if you know where I live.  I mean I don't live in this little barn thing but I do live on this property.  Then again, I'm pretty sure everyone knows which piece of land belongs to the Noh's.  It's terribly small town after all."  Noticing the fact that she still seemed uncomfortable, Rhett frowned.  "Why don't I get you a CD on your way home?  I mean of my stuff?  You can paint to it or something.  Get your mind off tings or whatever."  He wasn't very good at dealing with his own emotions and other people's were pretty terrifying to him but he was trying his hardest not to fall into old habits.

[rickgrimesbeard]

[aprilwinslows-blog]

So, let’s hypothetically say that a certain somebody just had five Popsicles in a row… how much judgement would you pass? Purely hypothetical.

[rhett-noh]

No judgement at all, eat what you want, kiddo.

[zarabootes-blog]

I just want you to stop being such a grump.

[rhett-noh]

Sorry too bad that's who I am.  Maybe get a different friend if you don't like it.

[zarabootes-blog]

Do you know something about ghosts that you’re not telling me?

[rhett-noh]

What does it matter at this point?

[zarabootes-blog]

[rhett-noh]

Yeah whenever you're ready to have a serious conversation about the subject maybe then we'll talk.

[zarabootes-blog]

I don’t know. I grew up here. I got tired of living in the city and pretending to be fancy. And then my mom got sick, so I just moved back. Why are you so intense today? Maybe you should get some rest.

[rhett-noh]

Yeah well if you grew up here you should know better than taking all of this as a joke.  I'm intense every day, you just seem to overlook it.

[zarabootes-blog]

Oh my god, relax. She isn’t really dead, just a little evil. There’s no such thing as ghosts, Rhett.

[rhett-noh]

Why did you move here, Hollis?

[zarabootes-blog]

What are you talking about, Rat? I met her at the lockdown, you silly duckling.

[rhett-noh]

So just like that she just told you she was dead?  Just blurted it out oh I'm a ghost?  

[zarabootes-blog]

I know for sure that the girl who calls you Chinatown is a dark spirit. I’m still trying to figure out the rest, but don’t you worry. I’ll protect you.

[rhett-noh]

...uh what the fuck?

Who told you about her?

[zarabootes-blog]

If it was haunted, I’m sure the dark spirits would have slain your soul long ago, dear Rat.

[rhett-noh]

What if the dark spirits aren't who you're suspecting them to be?

[zarabootes-blog]

People keep saying that Bentley is haunted.

[rhett-noh]

What makes you so certain it isn't?