A Comparison of Perceptions – Going to the Movie
Theatre
By Magnius of the
Chaos
Journal the First, Angela’s Thoughts
July 13, 2002
Dear Diary,
aaYet another day I’ve survived. Three cheers for me, no? Anyhow,
today was a pretty good day by my standards, although I could have done without
the existence of that idiot, Dreu.
I managed to meet Ambrose at the market (and by pure
chance, really. I wasn’t waiting for him or anything), and seeing as we both
had some free time (I was actually supposed to be taking some art classes, but
Ambrose doesn’t need to know that), we decided to go to the theatre to see the
new anime movie that had just come out – Furry Bunny Transformation! Sexy Warrior Usagi (based on the greatest
anime ever created, in my opinion) – at evening.
aaWe agreed on him coming to my place at five thirty, buying the
tickets in advance, eating dinner at six (due to Ambrose’s huge appetite, I
don’t know where all that stuff goes) and watching the movie at seven. We then
went on to talk about other things, such as art, books, television shows (we
both agreed Jerry Springer should die) and how the bag of Doritos Ambrose was
holding could change the meaning of life as we knew it.
aaOur
conversation was rudely interrupted when Dreu threw a
variety of silver jewelry at us, but luckily (or unluckily, cause it hurt like
hell for me), most of them hit me instead of Ambrose. Ambrose will, however,
have a burn on his arm to remember his brother’s love by. Anyways, the moron
was thrown out of the store while Ambrose and I parted ways.
aaI
returned home ten minutes later only to realize that I’d forgotten to buy the
sugar, so I had to rush back to get it. Stupid me.
aaAnyhow,
until five thirty, I killed time by reading comics and writing up scenes in which
Ambrose killed off Dreu, something I really enjoyed.
And at five thirty, he came.
aaI had
the highly brilliant yet questionable idea of having him transform into a wolf,
so I could walk him to the movie theatre. Strange, but I thought it would be
fun. Ambrose is so cuddly when he’s like a wolf! Like a big doggy, only cuter,
cause it’s Ambrose. And Ambrose is cute. Ugh, looks like this is one more
reason to add to the list of why he should never read my journal.
aaAnyhow,
he agreed, and this was one of the most interesting incidents all day. Cause even though I know about his curse, I rarely get to
see Ambrose transform. Full moon thing and all that.
How many three days can you get in three days of a month? Three days, of
course.
aaThe
transformation process was really amazing, albeit slightly creepy. It started
with the face, most notably the eyes and the teeth. Ambrose’s teeth grew
sharper and bigger, as if the tooth fairy had cast some kind of... uh...
tooth-enlargement spell or something. His eyes widened and seemed to grow
bigger before actually shifting into the size of a wolf’s. And I tell you,
watching pupils dilate and contract is quite a sight.
aaThen fur
started sprouting up his body, something that has to be seen to be truly
understood. It started springing up from his hands, moving slowly up his arm
like weed, reaching up to his shoulders. His hair grew longer and longer,
moving onto his face, in different shades of grey and white. It seemed as if he
could actually control the pattern of growth, because the lighter colors would
appear first, then be replaced by darker and thicker fur. And sometimes the fur
softened and bristled. I assume there was also fur underneath his clothes, but
I couldn’t actually see that, lacking X-Ray vision. Not that I wanted to or
something. Don’t assume that I’m a pervert!
aaAfter
that, his bones started to reconfigure themselves into a wolf’s structure, and
it was awesome. His nose began to elongate and stretch out, and his ears grew
pointier and moved up, as if someone had been pulling them. And then the
painful part came. His spine cracked, and I winced. I remembered a conversation
I’d had with Ambrose on his transformation, and he’d said to me with a morose
face that the pain was as bad as having his crotch kicked by a horse (with
steel horseshoes) and then being slammed to the floor by a heavy weight
Hungarian wrestler. I find that a tad uncreative. I mean,
heavy weight Hungarian wrestler? What’s with that?
aaAnyways,
it was a painful sound, and I’m pretty sure that if it hadn’t been for the
muzzle I’d put around his mouth beforehand, he would have howled in anguish. He
then fell on all fours and began to rip through his clothes. His nails began to
grow at an increased rate, sharpening and hardening into claws that meant
serious business. And soon he was the lovable doggy Amber (yeah, that’s the
name I made up for him).
aaTo make
things short, Ambrose and I went to the diner (he snuck into a restroom and
changed into human form again), at dinner and went to the theatre. We met up
with some problems when an idiot started calling me a whore (when will I ever
be free of that stupid accusation?), but Ambrose beat the stuffing out of him,
so all went well.
aaSexy
Warrior Usagi was pretty good, living up to its title
as a movie based on the world’s greatest anime. It had everything: action,
romance, tragedy (I cried when Usagi’s ex-boyfriend’s
uncle’s co-worker’s roommate’s employer’s grandchild’s pet’s trainer sacrificed
himself so that Usagi could use her Special Rainbow
Novelty Bunny Grenade Attack to vanquish the demon), comedy, mystery, plot and
a penguin. I do wish that the producers had focused more on the action and less
on the fan service – there was way too many scenes with Usagi
or her friends in scantily clad costumes.
aaAfter
the movie, Ambrose walked me home, being the sweet guy he was, and we talked
about the movie on the way. I did, however, punch Ambrose in the stomach for
suggesting that I buy and wear Usagi’s battle
uniform. The nerve!
aaAt the
bus station, Dreu appeared yet again, this time to
throw more silver at Ambrose. Luckily, there were some police around, so they
stopped him and took him for some questioning. Boy, I wouldn’t want to be Dreu when he gets home. Not that I’d ever want to be a piece
of scum like Dreu. Death seems much better than that.
aaThat’s
basically all that happened today. The end or something like that, I guess. Oh,
and note to self. If James still doesn’t have my five dollars tomorrow, put him
in a world of pain that feels like… uh… being slammed to the floor by a heavy
weight Hungarian wrestler.
Journal the Second, Ambrose’s Ramblings
July 13, 2002
aaWhoo! What a day! Watching a movie with Angelina, transforming into
a werewolf, getting punched in the stomach and dealing with Dreu…
today was surely filled with many amazing and strange experiences. Fortunately
for me, I don’t feel like writing all them down. Too much work. Besides, I can
always take Angelina’s when she’s not looking and read hers.
aaOf
course, she doesn’t know that I read hers. She’d probably kill me if she knew.
But it’s pretty fun, you know? To see things from her side of
view. Although I do find some of her entries questionable, mostly the
ones regarding me…
aaArgh… my arm hurts because of Dreu throwing
a bunch of silver at me. I swear, I don’t know where
he keeps getting all that silver. Is he really wasting his money on buying
silver just so that he can throw them at me? I’d kill him, but he’s my brother
and apparently killing your brother is a one-way straight ticket to hell. Doesn’t actually matter though, since mom and dad gave him a
lecture for three hours or so. It makes me feel sorry for him… or would,
if he wasn’t such a jerk.
aaAnyhow,
I’m getting hungry, so I’ll be sneaking downstairs to eat some leftovers or
something. Unless Dreu’s tampered
with the food again. God, I hate my brother.
Journal the Third, Dreu’s
Rants
July 13, 2002
aaAmbrose is a werewolf! A werewolf! A freaking werewolf! Why are people
trying to stop me from killing him? He’s a beast, damn it! A monster! Damn damn damn damn
damn! STOP TRYING TO STOP ME!
aaAlso, my
head feels as if there’s a heavy weight Hungarian wrestler slamming my brain to
the ground after all the lectures I’ve had to listen to today. Argh, I swear I’ll have my revenge on Ambrose and that
whore of his. They’ll regret messing with me.
Journal the Fourth, Sabin’s
Complaints
July 13, 2002
aaI find myself writing this journal for
reasons unknown. I’m don’t know Ambrose, and I’m not
even part of the Ambrose saga! I’m in the Victorian Legends saga! I can only
assume that this is a cheap attempt by a third-rate writer to add humor to his
pathetic excuse for a story. I swear, if I ever find
out who put me up to this, the pain of being slammed to the ground by a heavy
weight Hungarian wrestler will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to him.
Journal the Fifth, Simon’s Curiousity
July 13, 2002
aaMeow?
Journal the Final, Maggeh’s
Footnotes
July 13, 2002
aaThis isn’t even the year 2002, nor the date July 13. Hell, it’s July
21, 2006. Yet I’m writing that as the date for this journal because logic
commands me to do so. Anyways, I think I should make some things clear.
This is supposed to take place after Ambrose adjusts to
his transformation and after Dreu finds out, but
before his parents do. I’m also guessing that Angelina doesn’t see Ambrose
transform often, that he instead visits her after he’s transformed or when he’s
normal.
aaFurry
Bunny Transformation! Sexy Warrior Usagi is a random
anime movie created by myself on the moment. The anime version is called Sexy
Bunny Goddess Usagi, which has also been created on
the moment. It’s basically some plot about this scantily clad warrior woman who
can transform into a bunny or a bunny / human hybrid, which I understand
through research is one of the many popular things among anime fans. And I
understand the irony of naming the character Usagi,
which means bunny / rabbit in the Japanese language.
aaAnd no,
I am not obsessed with people being slammed to the ground by heavy weight
Hungarian wrestlers. What in the world would bring about that thought?
aaThis is
mostly an Angelina based thing, with the other stuff added in for… for
something. Definitely not humor. It’s too boring to be
humor. Finally, ignore the "aa" in front of
each paragraph, I just did that do indent.
Now, I’m off before Sabin does
whatever he threatened to do to me.