Post by Kale on Nov 5, 2006 15:57:46 GMT -5
Frogg Clockwise. An odd name for an even odder boy. Every single one of the Clockwise Brothers (as they were officially known) were odd in their own unique way. One would always wish to, but could never truely assume a thing by a single glance at them. Those who looked sweet were vicious; though who looked wicked in every way shape or form were the most darling creatures. The whole lot of them, odd. There was no other word to describe them but that.
And Frogg had been no exception. Evfen in life, he was as a ghost. The third eldest of the Clockwise Brothers; silent and stealthy as a ghost. Ignored entirely by his brothers, Frogg became reclusive. His aching heart turned to puzzles, wishing to solve each and every 'unsolvable' mystery that life held for him. At the age of three he'd already solved the dreaded Arubix Cube; the one thing that puzzles even adults. Frogg's mind had achieved a higher level of problem solving; and this was his one true power. Each of the Clockwise Brother's had obtained one special gift - be it illusions, puppetry, deciet, or telepathy- and the power to solve puzzles had been granted upon Frogg.
But, this extrordianry gift that was blessed upon him, would later in life lead to his eminent downfall. For one thing that scared the Clockwise Brother's most...was the one thing that causes the mortal heart to cry out with fear. The only thing that these wild brothers did dread...was Death.
Yes, Death. That cold that grips the heart to restrict it's breathing. Causes the blood to chill and cease its flowing. Yes. They were terrified of this one thing. So terrified infact, the eldest two - Atlas and Vend- decided to make a deal. A deal with the demons of hell themselves, but this possed a problem. They needed a protal; a gateway. Some passageway into hell to be able to coerce said demons into granting them with eternal life. Into their hands soon fell the knowledge of a puzzle box- made of the finest gold from El Dorado itself- that upon it's solving would unlock said gateway that they so desired. And it was no problem to find one so talented as to unlock said puzzle box, for he sat amonst them, dwelt in their midsts. Yes, Frogg would be perfect for the situation.
And Frogg wished to do this task, for it brought about his recognization. Finally, the family seemed to realize his presence, to accept him once more into their everyday life. Yes, Frogg woud have done anything to keep things going like this. This was all he ever wanted, to be accepted and be treated as part of the family. The family that had ignored him for so long, just because of his genious. He could not help his mental superiority to them, and could not help that Atlas and Vend felt threatened by him. But it did not matter now, for everything was falling into the perfect place for poor Frogg.
But unbeknownst to him, Atlas and Vend's plan was working as it should have, too. The acceptance they showed him suddenly was all a ruse; a fluke. Something to buy their siblings trust for just long enough. For though Frogg didn't know it...there was another part to this deal of eternal life...
In return for their eternal life...one would need to be sent into eternal suffering. And that someone...was Frogg.
Now, the difficulty came in finding this puzzle box. Where was it? Who had it? How well was it protected? The Brothers searched high and low, and it took them many a years, and a few new additions to the family, before it fell into their hands. At this point, one may be wondering why boys so young would be searching for a box to keep them alive foreever. Were they at the end of their lives? No. Were they sick? No. They simply had grown to an age that they wished to remain at forever - Atlas, 30, Vend, 26, Frogg, 23, Rabbit, 16 and Dusty...3? Well...Dusty was far too young to have a say in it, really. But with his telepathy, he had assured him there was no need to wait around for him - in later years his cuteness would be the downfall of many.
And so, with the puzzle box securely in their possesion, they returned home. Home to an old Victorian Manor, hidden beyond the willows on a high hill in a town whose name had been long since lost to the history books. Home to a house without any life to it, filled to the brim with antiques of a by-gone era. This was their home, and their base of operations. As soon as they had returned, Frogg was placed on immediate lock down. Scared and confused, the boy pleaded with his elder siblings to release him from his room- now a white-washed prison in which he was being kept, all alone save the puzzle box. Atlas and Vend always called back in reassuring voices that he would be realeased as soon as the puzzle box was opened.
Still terrified, Frogg curled into a ball in the farthest corner of the room - eyes of pale firebrick staring at the box as if it were a demon itself. He refused to touch it, refused the food they would bring to him every day. The sheer presence of the box was driving him mad - and he would swear he could hear voices calling from it , calling his name in the lonley room. Again and again they brought him food, and yet Frogg refused to eat it. Instead, he would sob and plead, begging them to let him out. Atlas and Vend grew weary of this crying, and swore that if he did not open the box he would never be let out. Frogg grew weaker and weaker as the weeks went on, and soon could no longer hold out against his brothers will. He knew he must open the box- must release the evil he knew dwelt inside it. For if he didn't, he'd waste away in this room. And die. Die all alone in the white washed prision, once his room, in which he was trapped with this evil box. This evil box which he laid his hand upon gently now, body a shuddering sapling in a thunderstorm, pulling it from its resting position. Pulling it into his hands, pulling its essence into his mind as Frogg began to solve this puzzle...
and that had been 100 years prior to this day and age. And one may now begin to wonder as it is completley guessable the fate of poor Frogg...whatever happened to the other four boys?...
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A crash could be heard from the attic, followed by a loud whooping sound. The children on the floors far below cast their angry glances upwards - eyes narrowed in hatred. It was like clockwork, everyday as the sun began to set those rowdy boys began to make the most obnoxious of noises.
It was trying enough sharing their childhood home with beasts from the wood, but what the children really had to worry about was them; the Clockwise Brothers. Four rowdy boys of varying ages, intent on making this house their own.
Like hell Fathom was going to let that happen. Muttering low curses, she motioned for the small rag-tag group to follow her as she began to trudge up the stairs - eyes ablaze and fur bristling. The others, though annoyed, didn't seem to want to go. After all, these boys were older and much more powerful than them. They were usually made a laughing stock of.
It did help that they didn't have Nails with them, as he was still recouperating from his sickness. Nails was probably the most powerful one here; save perhaps Neurosis. Either way, this run-in with the brother's wasn't going to end well - as usual.
And Frogg had been no exception. Evfen in life, he was as a ghost. The third eldest of the Clockwise Brothers; silent and stealthy as a ghost. Ignored entirely by his brothers, Frogg became reclusive. His aching heart turned to puzzles, wishing to solve each and every 'unsolvable' mystery that life held for him. At the age of three he'd already solved the dreaded Arubix Cube; the one thing that puzzles even adults. Frogg's mind had achieved a higher level of problem solving; and this was his one true power. Each of the Clockwise Brother's had obtained one special gift - be it illusions, puppetry, deciet, or telepathy- and the power to solve puzzles had been granted upon Frogg.
But, this extrordianry gift that was blessed upon him, would later in life lead to his eminent downfall. For one thing that scared the Clockwise Brother's most...was the one thing that causes the mortal heart to cry out with fear. The only thing that these wild brothers did dread...was Death.
Yes, Death. That cold that grips the heart to restrict it's breathing. Causes the blood to chill and cease its flowing. Yes. They were terrified of this one thing. So terrified infact, the eldest two - Atlas and Vend- decided to make a deal. A deal with the demons of hell themselves, but this possed a problem. They needed a protal; a gateway. Some passageway into hell to be able to coerce said demons into granting them with eternal life. Into their hands soon fell the knowledge of a puzzle box- made of the finest gold from El Dorado itself- that upon it's solving would unlock said gateway that they so desired. And it was no problem to find one so talented as to unlock said puzzle box, for he sat amonst them, dwelt in their midsts. Yes, Frogg would be perfect for the situation.
And Frogg wished to do this task, for it brought about his recognization. Finally, the family seemed to realize his presence, to accept him once more into their everyday life. Yes, Frogg woud have done anything to keep things going like this. This was all he ever wanted, to be accepted and be treated as part of the family. The family that had ignored him for so long, just because of his genious. He could not help his mental superiority to them, and could not help that Atlas and Vend felt threatened by him. But it did not matter now, for everything was falling into the perfect place for poor Frogg.
But unbeknownst to him, Atlas and Vend's plan was working as it should have, too. The acceptance they showed him suddenly was all a ruse; a fluke. Something to buy their siblings trust for just long enough. For though Frogg didn't know it...there was another part to this deal of eternal life...
In return for their eternal life...one would need to be sent into eternal suffering. And that someone...was Frogg.
Now, the difficulty came in finding this puzzle box. Where was it? Who had it? How well was it protected? The Brothers searched high and low, and it took them many a years, and a few new additions to the family, before it fell into their hands. At this point, one may be wondering why boys so young would be searching for a box to keep them alive foreever. Were they at the end of their lives? No. Were they sick? No. They simply had grown to an age that they wished to remain at forever - Atlas, 30, Vend, 26, Frogg, 23, Rabbit, 16 and Dusty...3? Well...Dusty was far too young to have a say in it, really. But with his telepathy, he had assured him there was no need to wait around for him - in later years his cuteness would be the downfall of many.
And so, with the puzzle box securely in their possesion, they returned home. Home to an old Victorian Manor, hidden beyond the willows on a high hill in a town whose name had been long since lost to the history books. Home to a house without any life to it, filled to the brim with antiques of a by-gone era. This was their home, and their base of operations. As soon as they had returned, Frogg was placed on immediate lock down. Scared and confused, the boy pleaded with his elder siblings to release him from his room- now a white-washed prison in which he was being kept, all alone save the puzzle box. Atlas and Vend always called back in reassuring voices that he would be realeased as soon as the puzzle box was opened.
Still terrified, Frogg curled into a ball in the farthest corner of the room - eyes of pale firebrick staring at the box as if it were a demon itself. He refused to touch it, refused the food they would bring to him every day. The sheer presence of the box was driving him mad - and he would swear he could hear voices calling from it , calling his name in the lonley room. Again and again they brought him food, and yet Frogg refused to eat it. Instead, he would sob and plead, begging them to let him out. Atlas and Vend grew weary of this crying, and swore that if he did not open the box he would never be let out. Frogg grew weaker and weaker as the weeks went on, and soon could no longer hold out against his brothers will. He knew he must open the box- must release the evil he knew dwelt inside it. For if he didn't, he'd waste away in this room. And die. Die all alone in the white washed prision, once his room, in which he was trapped with this evil box. This evil box which he laid his hand upon gently now, body a shuddering sapling in a thunderstorm, pulling it from its resting position. Pulling it into his hands, pulling its essence into his mind as Frogg began to solve this puzzle...
and that had been 100 years prior to this day and age. And one may now begin to wonder as it is completley guessable the fate of poor Frogg...whatever happened to the other four boys?...
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A crash could be heard from the attic, followed by a loud whooping sound. The children on the floors far below cast their angry glances upwards - eyes narrowed in hatred. It was like clockwork, everyday as the sun began to set those rowdy boys began to make the most obnoxious of noises.
It was trying enough sharing their childhood home with beasts from the wood, but what the children really had to worry about was them; the Clockwise Brothers. Four rowdy boys of varying ages, intent on making this house their own.
Like hell Fathom was going to let that happen. Muttering low curses, she motioned for the small rag-tag group to follow her as she began to trudge up the stairs - eyes ablaze and fur bristling. The others, though annoyed, didn't seem to want to go. After all, these boys were older and much more powerful than them. They were usually made a laughing stock of.
It did help that they didn't have Nails with them, as he was still recouperating from his sickness. Nails was probably the most powerful one here; save perhaps Neurosis. Either way, this run-in with the brother's wasn't going to end well - as usual.