Poster People and the Land of Fake Believe

(Well, this is fun, where has the boy gone off too? Sorry these are so short, my inspiration for this story comes in spurts. That's a fun words. Spurts. Makes you think of those stupid milk pouches at school...)

Jason Dunn was a spy. He gently hummed a spy-like tune as he rolled behind the garbage cans. He poked his fohawked head above the cans and watched a suspicious figure sneak towards TFK's merch/equipment trailer. He gasped and went down again. "Gasp! What's this? A thief, perhaps?" Peeking around his barricade, he continued his surveillance. The figure hesitantly looked inside the trailer and cautiously stepped in. Immediately after he had disappeared in the trailer, another figure in a puffy shirt rushed from out of nowhere and slammed the trailer closed. He locked the latch with a grunt and ducked out of sight.

There, he had done it! One down. Will smiled to himself. His plot was working. If only he could get rid of Manafest so easily...

"Pete! Pete the Rapping White Boy! Where are you?" Manafest shouted. The group wandered around the empty parking lot, calling Pete's name. "Where could he have gone? Did he really not like the music that much?" Dawn said, worried. "Aha! I will use my magic red cape powers to find our missing friend." Justin closed his eyes and started beeping quietly. "Dude, you need counseling." Matt Theissen said, lifting the lid off of a trash can. "Whoa!" He jumped backwards, frightened. "You were saying? I don't think fear of trash cans is normal." Justin said smugly. Matt looked at him, wide-eyed. "The-There's a person in there!" He whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, a figure rose from the can. He held a flashlight under his red shirt, illuminating his face oddly. Jason Dunn laughed a cackling, evil laugh.
"I know of the one you seek,
His future seems rather bleak.
Your favorite band has taken him to Canada,
And you'll probably never see him again." He frowned. "-a."
He slowly descended back to the depths of the trash can. "Was that....Jason Dunn?" Amber asked. Matt nodded. "That explains a lot." She said, and everyone nodded in agreement. They called off the search and went back to Toby's house to ponder the "riddle" Jason had given them.

(Is my dislike of Jason Dunn really that evident? Whatever. He deserves it.)

(Sadly, no Canada yet. But we're almost there! Find out the mysterious goings-on as we join the merry group, who are at the concert and unaware of anything suspicious as of yet.)

"Wow, this is great! I can't wait till TFK comes on!" Amber had to shout to be heard above the crowd. Hawk Nelson had opened, followed by Skillet. They were enjoying a short intermission before Thousand Foot Krutch played.
Jack suddenly turned green. "Excuse me for a moment, it must be the Mountain Dew." He hurried off. Manafest made a face. "I don't even want to know." "At this point, rum might be better for the guy." Said Matt Theissen. "I-" Jack #2 was cut off abruptly. "Hey look! There's the drummer! They're gonna start soon!" Said Dawn, unaware of Jack #2's dejected mutterings. "Darn it! I should have concurred!" The band started to play.

Sometime between "Move" and "Falls Apart," Pete the Rapping White Boy disappeared from the crowd of energetic fans. Will noticed this. (Wait, how is he here? No one invited him. Then again, no one ever invites him.) "Hmm, this 'Rapping White Boy' is most suspicious. I should follow him and thrust his mischievous deeds into the light!" "What? I can't hear you!" John Reuben was trying (and failing) to crowd surf. Will realized his oft-repeated mistake of announcing his plots to all who are in hearing range. "Um, I said that, um, my ears are bleeding!" John stopped for a moment and looked at him. "Well, sure, but I don't think it requires a beating. That's a bit violent, don't you think?" Will sighed. "Oh never mind." He shoved him out of the way and struggled free of the crowd.

(Hmmm....I'm thinking a car chase would be exciting.)

(Well, how is everyone? It's been a while. Almost a year. But I like this story, so I will continue it. But there will be a few changes from the original version that was written in my notebook. To Canada!)

The day after the party Manafest showed up at Tobymac's house with a friend. TC was already there and Amber and Dawn were coming so that everyone could carpool in Toby's van for the Thousand Foot Krutch concert. Jack was there too, though nobody knew why. "Hey Manafest, come in. Who's your friend?" Toby asked.
"Hello, I'm Pete the Rapping White Boy." the friend said. They shook hands. "Toby MacKeehan. Nice to meet you. Uh, what's your last name?" Pete froze. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy." Toby laughed. "No, your last name, you know, real name, not the rapper alias thing." Pete looked him up and down suspiciously. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy!"(Very persistent about that, isn't he? Almost makes you think that he has something to hide...)
"Okay. Well, we're still waiting for two people to get here, so you can go on up and play foosball if you want." Toby says, unsure if this will offend Pete. Pete nods curtly and follows Toby and Manafest upstairs.
About ten minutes later, the doorbell rings yet again. (For whom does the bell toll? It tolls for thee.) "I'll get it." Manafest says. He goes downstairs, followed by Pete. Toby smirked. "It must be Amber."
Manafest opened the door and smiled. "Hey Amber, Dawn. This is my friend, Pete the Rapping White Boy." "Hi." Amber smiled. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy." Pete said. She laughs. "So I've heard." Pete glances furtively at Manafest. Manafest clears his throat. "So, um, I guess we'd better get going."
With impeccable timing, Toby comes down the stairs, keys in hand. Everyone got in the van and off they went, expecting a night filled with music and laughter, but what they got was far different, and much more sinister.

(Crap! No Canada yet! But it will come, it will come. I've got a new plot in mind, and it involves paranoia, secret messages, and trips to....you guessed it! Canada! Obsess much?)

"No, Jack, everyone at this party is Christian, well, except you, and we don't drink. So no rum. Okay?" Manafest said. "Pssh, fine. You've got no piratude." Jack mumbled. Jack #2 pops up. "What?! No rum?" Manafest gave him a look. "I'm gonna go get some of that Mountain Dew stuff." Jakc #2 said as he ran off. "Hey, is that Will over there?" Manafest said, pointing. Jack looked over as they watched the ensuing conversation.

Will walked up to Amber, who was in the process of picking out which song to play next. He was holding flowers. "Hello." Amber briefly looks up. "Hello." Will hesitates. "Um... May I have this dance?" Amber has just finished, and the speakers start pumping "Supersonic" by Family Force 5. "Will, I don't think you know how to breakdance." Will looked confused. "What's breakdancing?" Suddenly Jeff shows up, just in time to hear the last of the conversation. He laughs. "I'll show you breakdancing." He starts dancing and a crowd of people encircle him and cheer. Of course, Amber was among them, so Will was left standing there looking even more confused.

Manafest and Jack laughed. "You know," Jack said, "I think it's about time for my honest man/dishonest man speech." Manafest looked at him. "Why?" Jack took a drink from his two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. "Cause I feel like it." Manafest shrugged. "Anyway," continued Jack, "you can never trust an honest man. See, I am a dishonest man, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. But Will is an honest man, and with an honest man you can never tell when he's about to do something incredibly stupid." Manafest nodded. "And what, exactly, is your point?" "I don't really know, I think I need more Mountain Dew."

( I'm so dumb, I just figured out how to post a picture. After trying for forever. Anyway, on with the story.)

"This is an awesome party!" Dawn (from Fireflight) said as she squirted a random person with soda from the can she had been energetically shaking. "Yeah," answered Wendy (also from Fireflight), "But where's Phee?" She asked, referring to Fireflight's drummer. "Probably being emo in a corner. Or just staying out of the line of fire." She laughed as another random person was brought down by her soda-spraying efforts. Another member of Fireflight, Justin, came over in his magical red cloak. (No seriously, he really had one on. In real life. It was scary.) He smiled. " Your skin is as soft as the pillows of the angels.Want some Mike and Ikes?" Dawn sprayed him. "Your magical self-esteem-boosting powers will die!" Justin smiled again. "But I have my magical cloak on. Your feared soda-spraying has no effect on me." Dawn frowned, and sprayed Wendy. A look of horror crossed Wendy's face, turning into rage. "You are SO going to regret that!" She lunged towards Dawn, who decided wisely to run. The many random people she had sprayed cheered.

(The name says it all, don't you think?)

"Your turn." Jeremy Camp told Matt Thiessen. Matt moved his Chess piece. "Ha! Checkmate. You should stick to singing. Chess is too intellectual for you." Jeremy feigned offense. "I'm not intellectual enough?! And this from the guy who writes songs about horses that say 'Neigh'? You're going to make me recede into fits of great emotion." He pretended to look sad. Just then KJ bursts in, holding something brown in his hands, followed by John Reuben. They raced around the room, knocking stuff over and yelling at each other. "Come on, KJ, give him back!" John yelled, referring to the small stuffed bear that KJ held. KJ laughed. "Man, I can't believe you still have this thing!" KJ ran around the table Jeremy and Matt were playing chess on, keeping it between him and John. "Now you've made me angry!" John rolled his eyes ominously. He suddenly lunged across the table, spilling chess pieces everywhere. KJ is rather frightened by this, and runs out the door. Silence follows. Matt looks at Jeremy. "You up for another game?" Jeremy laughs. "Nope." He then walks out, leaving Matt to clean up the mess. He shrugs, and starts cleaning.

"Party tonight! Yeah!" Jason Dunn shouts. Tricia Brock stops him from doing his happy dance. "What?" "There's a party tonight, everyone's invited. Tell everyone you see." He then goes back to his happy dancing. Wow, he's weirder than I thought, Tricia says to herself as she walks away.

(Who knew Jason Dunn happy dances? Weird. Next time, we shall see what happens at the party Jason was referring to. And I shall put a scary emo picture of Phee up for you if I can find one.)

(So, Will is started talking to Manafest, and now we will see what he says.)

"I'm going to ask you to kindly stop getting in my way." Will said, fingering the hilt of his sword and trying to look menacing. "What? Is this about Amber?" Manafest said. "She doesn't like you. You're a fantasy copy of the real Will Turner, who actually doesn't exist, because he's a movie character played by Orlando Bloom, who Amber hates." "Blasted logic!" Will yelled. "Can't we just be unlogical and we can pretend Amber likes me and not you, and I can try to get over Elizabeth?" Will was starting to get upset. "No, but by the way, what happened to Elizabeth? I heard she was going out with Jack behind your back." he said. Jack #2 suddenly appears. "Hey! That rhymed!" Manafest shrugged. "Well, I am a rapper." "Oh." Jack #2 disappears. "How does he do that?" Manafest said to himself. Will apparently did not notice Jack #2. "Yeah, she died, actually. Starved herself to death. She was kept freaking out about her image." Will said, with only a hint of sadness. "But we have to move on, don't we" he said cheerfully. Suddenly his face turned dark. "So don't get in my way." he said, still trying to be menacing. "Yeah... if you want to talk about it some more, I'll be over there." he said, pointing, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction, heading toward where Toby and TC were debating about why KJ calls him Bumpy McSquiggums. Man, he needs counseling, he thought.

(Will has mental probelms, as we already know, and next time Jeremy Camp and Matt Thiessen play chess. Jeremy's only in the story because he's on the X2005 poster.)

(Jack Sparrow and Jack Sparrow #2 are guarding a door, for some reason, and KJ-52 starts to argue that he is better suited for the job.)

"No one can get by me. I'm the best pirate to sail the seven seas!" says Jack. "I think there are only six, I'm not sure that one counts." Jack #2 said, pointing at nothing in particular. Jack and KJ look at him. "And by the way, these crab cakes are delicious. Where did you get them?" They decide to ignore him. "Yeah well I rap, and drink Mountain Dew, and, uh," While KJ tried to think of a few of his other attributes, Jack #2 pops up again. "What? No rum?" Jack pushes him aside. "And what kind of name is KJ-52? It's like you're a robot or something." he says. Jack #2 proceeds to do the robot with incredible skill. "Yeah, well at least it's better than Jack Sparrow." KJ replied. "A sparrow is a puny little bird, and that dragon over there eats sparrows." The dragon looks at them curiously. "Yeah, Sparrow, like the bird." The dragon, still looking at them licks his lips and starts walking over. Will Turner walks toward them hurredly and grabs both Jack's by the arm. "Time to go." he says, as he drags them toward their rowboat, which, at the moment, is stuck in a patch of sand, and nobody knows how it got there.
Jack #2 produces a jar and fills it with sand. "I've got a jar of dirt, I've got a jar of dirt." he sings. Jack looks at him. "You're not making any sense at all. That's sand, not dirt." Jack #2 sighs, pours out the jar, throws it, and climbs into the boat.

KJ, Manafest, John Reuben, Tobymac, and Tod Collins (a.k.a. TC, Bumpy McSquiggums that was not me, that's what KJ calls him, and I have no idea why.) are rappers, so they hang out together. Well, actually, since KJ and John combined are way to weird for Toby and Manafest, they are usually found playing Xbox or foosball and talking about the oddness of KJ and John's behavior. TC is used to KJ, but prefers to act cool instead of weird, so he hangs out with Toby and Manafest.
Will walks up to Manafest, leaving Jack and Jack #2 to try to row themselves out of the sand. "Hello." "Uh, hello." Manafest was still kind of weirded out about Will's earlier offer to duel him for Amber.

(I have to get off of the computer now, so we will see what Will Turner has to say some other time.)

....people. Anyways, this is about the people on the posters in my room, as I have said. I shall now introduce you to the characters, at least some of them.

Jack Sparrow: A pirate who loves rum, he has a double named Jack #2. Jack is somehow almost everywhere, even though no one invites him. Jack #2 pops up every once in a while, but sometimes disappears. Not that anyone cares.

Amber: Me. I like music. I have nothing else to say.

Manafest: Since this is the Land of Fake Believe, he is not 26 like in real life. He raps. He gets annoyed because he likes Amber and Will keeps hitting on her.

Will Turner: The dreaded not-pirate. He has mental problems because Elisabeth starved herself to death. That is why he is obsessed with Amber. He also likes to know peoples full names. We don't know why. In the words of Matt Theissen, "Dude, you need counseling."

Lauren: Amber's friend, who plays the drums and is mad at Jack.

Pete the Rapping White Boy: Does not look like a cat. Just thought I'd let you know. He is a fictional character, and he raps. Hence the name, Pete the Rapping White Boy. Oh yeah, he's white.

KJ-52: Loves Mountain Dew and being crazy with his friend, John Reuben.

John Reuben: Is KJ's friend. Apparently has a teddy bear?

There are other characters from various bands/groups, but I will introduce them as they enter the story.