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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 10:36 pm
  This is the lair of the windigo Lacroix. Please do not post without the owner's permission. Windigo: Lacroix Host: Sebastian Owner: Fluorescein Status: Active
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:51 pm
1. The Official Windigo Post
2. Table of contents
3. Photos
4. Profiles
5. Presents
6. Art
7. Finding Post
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:55 pm
Sebastian
A champion user of alcohol and controlled substances, this playboy is not oblivious to the destruction he causes. Rather, he spends his money like it's currency from the Monopoly game to woo his way between the legs of the beautiful. He loved once.
Lacroix
Manipulation of the mind and its counterparts is this windog's cup of tea. With his razor bent fixation on the psychology of humans, the world is his playground. Insanity is his pleasure, and he's got a flair for the dramatics. fluorescein is to be blamed.
fluorescein
A sex junkie who's pinning for CWL. She's quite fond of Gackt but pictures of said jrocker make her ill. Ole.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 2:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 3:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 3:48 pm
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was entertaining her Dutch friend. The aforementioned friend had goodies that most law officials would frown upon (they were legal in her country). But her greatest posession was this chinese herb. Ingestion of it led to some strange visions. When the girl saw the nebula of neon funk and stuff she thought it was Oscar the Grouch. It was in a trash can after all. Somehow she hauled it back to her room where the well endowed Dutch friend climbed in to sleep. Thus was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and how Lacroix grew to love breasts.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 3:56 pm
The banners sing a song. I chose this because Lacroix's power lies in insanity.
Every Time I Die > The Emporer's New Clothes
All ways lead to the Queen, what cards she still holds, she plays like a hangman.
Her house is full of the broken hearted - a Suicide King and a pair of rusted Spades.
She has gone a bit mad, she wants her roses painted red, but we've yet to find the shade.
God save the Queen, she wears her suit on her sleeve.
Her hourglass shape is a funhouse reflection.
Heartbreaker, don't let her find you here.
Confidence is the cancer of this courtyard, it'll split your head if we don't get the flowers red.
Death by division, don't call it jealousy.
It's an exercise in infection control.
Insanity's masterpiece split at the seams.
Shakespearean virgin, your world is a stage, but your charm's in the basket.
They gave the ax to an amateur.
I haven't stopped laughing, how am I supposed to line this up?
Kneel down, Vanity, everyone's waiting.
We all want what's swollen, depressurized.
Look at the floor, look at what you've done.
Narcissus, your reflection is heartbroken red.
Your savior wears a charcoal veil.
These are the colors of her courtyard.
These are the suits that split the days.
Two-handed engine runs itself through the bone, when the ego lands, it rolls.
Heads will roll.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:06 pm
CWL,can we name our children Pocket Tin, Toast Water and Josephine?
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:13 pm
// The following day... //
Because fluo and Lacroix's relationship were still in their infancy stage fluo had to approach the matter delicately.
"It's a win-win situation. I get a few extra days to do my paper and You get to see whether or not the teacher is a perfect host for you." Lacroix was having none of it and his constant humming was growing more static. To assert his final decision, Lacroix sent it in images. The first image was of him 'escaping' from a fridge. Second was of fluo's English teacher on the floor, hand clutching heart. Last picture was a big 'x'
Damn. fluo would have to find a better way of persuading her windigo. In the mean time the two went to the park looking for fun.
// Later in the day //
Not too far away, at a busy highway fluo and her 'magic trick' cloud were attempting to hitch a ride in the middle of an overpass. But whenever a car would slow down, halfway to rolling the window down the driver would notice that a piece of the bridge was missing.. And if they were graced with an SUV they'd also see a pile of cars to boot.. and off into the sunset would they barrel down.. like a speeding bullet or horny Super Man. However, Lacroix was convinced it was fluo's maniacal grin that scared them away. But he wasn't the leader today. Fluo was. And she wanted to know how many vehicles it would take to climb the sky.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:13 pm
// A few days later... //
Lacroix hovered about the fallen magazines, comics and books his human knocked during her morning rush to the loo. Humans have small bladder. GO PEEE. WEEEE
The one on the top intrigued him the most. It had a bunny's head on it. He knew it was a bunny because he had been watching the Discovery Channel because it was Tiger Week. How odd. This must be a catalogue to purchase humans. They do look tasty. Look at all that extra fat then have on their chest. YUMMY. But wait.. some look like they're trying to eat each other... They sure try to consume each other in funny positions. I must ask my human. I want this one
But before going to his human he peered at another collection of paper. This time it was a comic. The main figure was this blocky green giant with shredded clothing. But he was not alone. Hmmmm, I like this shady character next to him. The one crouching with some large butter knife. I must tell fluo. And so he flew onwards... past the doors, through the shower glass wall and voila.. a shrieking fluo trying to discreetly hide Mr. Ducky Wucky.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:14 pm
// A week later... //
fluo had had enough. Something must be done before she indulged into psychotic solutions. She had the misfortune of living in an area in which such practices were heavily frowned upon. Hence, her frustration. But blessed with the stunning brilliance one gets when moved with a sense of efficacy she had an idea on how to solve her predicament.
See, this is how the story rolls. Fluo's house was always full of friends hanging out no matter the time of day. Lately, the number of visitors have been dramatically reducing. They just didn't feel comfortable with Lacroix around reading recipe books by so called connoisseurs who practiced cannibalism. Go figure.
The solution was easy. Calling Lacroix over she suggested, "How about we go meet other windigos in your redou? You haven't met any. It'd be fun, wouldn't it? You could have a hunting partner.. someone to play tea party with.. play rugby with.."
Lacroix wasn't too keen on the idea but his curiosity outweighed the negative feelings. Sending her an image of a big green Check, he waited and thought about what he could do with other windigos.
// An hour later... // //
Lacroix could sense other windigos in the so called "winidogs (HA SIKA)" lair. Some were of his redou but there was a card thrown in the mix. Wanderer? It was the latter windigo that made him hesitate. He started to hum angrily.
"WHat now?" asked the exasperated fluo. He was beginning to be a moody ********. She wanted to go in cause she really had to go pee wee. She drank nearly a litre of tea this morning.
Lacroix sent a picture of a giant question mark, then a serial killer chasing then, followed by an image of being trapped in an oubliette then of a crowing human with soiled pants. There was a moment's worth of confusion before the human could decipher it. She had an idea of what the aura wanted, but needed to make sure. "So, you want them to come out, instead?"
Lacroix stopped his humming for a bit. He swayed side to side to profess his uncertainty but finally projected a hesitant picture of a Green Check mark.
Sighing to herself she went back to her automobile while leaving Lacroix hovering discreetly to the side. Getting out her dufflebag she unearthed the tiny canteen and dug a lighter from her backpocket. Throwing most of the canteen's content on the surrounding garden of the front left, she finally finished with the lighter's help. And up like a roman candle did the plants go. She was careful to keep the damage to a minimal level. Hmmm, this should make for an interesting meeting.
The front of the Windigo Lair was on fire.
CWL twitched as a smoky burning scent wafted past her nose. She pried it away from the book she was reading, and sniffed experimentally. A chill ran down her spine. The door to her bedroom was viciously assaulted as it banged loudly against the wall, CWL rocketing from her room and rushing towards the front of her house towards her shop, also known as the Windigo Lair. A multitude of people and windigo were gathered outside, staring at the burning mass that was the outside of her house. CWL's eye twitched, and she felt an uncontrollable (and yet justified, dammit!) rage engulf her.
"WHAT THE ******** DID YOU GUYS DO TO MY HOUSE?!"
It was a good thing fluo had an industrial sized bag of marshmallows, chocolate bars and graham crackers. Fluo fastened her stick out of a fallen tree branch and skewered the marshamallowy fiend. She was on her 8th one yet. Yummmm, they were so tasty.
Lacroix eyed his human companion with distaste. There were more satisfying, juicier meals to be had. He hovered closer to the ground and saw some feet from under the smoke. There was a lot of confusion and the wanderer's human had asked a question. He didn't want to answer. Maybe his human would.
Fluo indeed heard someone yell out "What are you doing" but decided an answer would be too incriminating.
"Oh, hello you lot.. I just drove up. I have no idea what's gong on. How did the fire start? When I came the flames were already waist high! I was frightened and looked REALLY HARD to find a hose but couldn't. So instead, being the practical person that I am I took advantage of the fire and am making some smores. Would you like some?" she asked, holding out the smore ingredients. She added a little later, "Hmm.. maybe someone should put out the fire."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:15 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:16 pm
// The following day... //
A half naked fluo comes barreling into the headquarters with nothing on but a towel. She's seeing red till she spots the person she holds to be accountable: CWL.
"YOU. YOU SET HIM UP TO IT, DIDN'T YOU? " Noticing her blank stare fluo was only driven to record breaking rage. "OH. DON'T GIMME THAT INNOCENT LOOK. You suggested that I be a lobster for Halloween. So what does he do? HE sets my bathroom on fire while I'm in the showers!" Fluo continued to stalk CWL while a drunk with happiness Lacroix sways side to side near the threshold.
CWL could do nothing but stare. And viciously try to fight the blush that was overcoming her facial features. And then try to close her mouth so she didn't stammer like an idiot.
Then her mind remembers the mention of fire, and a flame held nothing to her blinding rage. "YOU!! I KNEW IT WAS YOU! MY POOR HOUSE, YOU AND YOUR WINDIGO BURNED DOWN MY PARLOR!"
She paused for a breath, smiled at the [other] clueless host and its windigo (muttering "oh poor dear" when she saw the burns), passed the plate of brownies to them, then threw herself at Flou.
Fluo was revved up till the serpent swallowed her tail. She was about to counter CWL's charge with her own til she noticed her lack of undress. Usually it would not bother her but these windigos weren't above munching on other humans. Lacroix had been spending a lot of his time snuggling up to her chest as of late. But no matter. She whipped out her mobile and dialed. In ten seconds flat the Carebears charged in. They were about to save the day (and fluo) that is until Lacroix landed on the leader. A ripped off head went flying into fluo, pushing her into the furry eared windigo and his human's lap. The sound of Lacroix slurping on the dumpy colourful bear could still be heard.
Demens, seeing Lacroix, floated over and began to buzz at him in mild annoyance, sending him pictures of sushi and mermaids and balled waitresses.
CWL, unfortunately, could not overcome inertia and was hurtled into Grumpy Bear. She let out a surprised (and somewhat horrified) shriek as the fluffy sociopath thing glared at her, 'accidentally' shoving her fist into its face with a blow that had been meant for flou. (tee hee that rhymes :B) Then once again CWL was reduced to staring as a windigo forcefully took over the weak-willed happy bear and started dismembering the other Care bears. The whole scene reminded her of one of her childhood memories, but she brushed that thought away and stumbled in the opposite direction, not wanting to be dismembered as well.
At the intrusion of images Lacroix temporarily stopped his impromptu feasting. Just as well, these creatures weren't as satisfying, but maybe it was because he was picky. Being oddly polite, he responded to Demens with a series of images himself, all sharing the theme of being an invitation to join this feeding. He was secretly hoping Demens would not find them appetizing and maybe Demens would want to go get some balled waitresses and mermaid.
Sika jumped at the sudden weight against her as Fluo hit her knees. " Are you alright?!" she asked urgently.
Aubrey wasn't as nice, however. His eyes shot open as his somewhat peaceful sleep had been interupted, and his rage overflowed from him.
" WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR ?! Get.The. Fuc-" but before he could finish his insultive rant, sika had grabbed him around the waist and held him back, her other hand over his mouth. This recieved a death glare from Aubrey as he slowly began to settle down, but he was still pissed DAMN IT!!
Demens examined the bear, then sent back a picture that showed how unappetizing he found the 'meat'. However, he was pleased about this apparent need for sushi and mermaids, the balled waitresses he would leave to the other. He sent pictures back of several menu items that degenerated somewhat into image-rambling as he imagined the various food sources.
What a great day this was turning out to be! The sarcastic b***h in her was coming out. IT was wayy too early in the day and she hadn't had her daily sex dosage yet. Jarred by the human asking her, she was about to answer when the furry eared windigo screeched at her. Picking herself off of him and wrapping the towel more securely around her she was about to rebuke his colorful litany with a string of vituperative words.
It was then she remembered she still had an audience. Dammit. They were getting a free show to boot. She had people pay good money to see her in such a state. Resigned, she held up a makeshift flag (basically it was her ONE sock on a discarded chopstick she found on the floor complete with wasabi on it) and waved it about. Addressing everyone she asked, "So yeah.. before we continue. Does anyone have any clothes I could uh.. borrow?"
Lacroix liked what he saw and abandoned his piss poor stupid meat. He hovered about windigo, hungry for more images.
With an air of resigned dignity CWL nodded, but the look she shot flou said that the naked girl would pay later. With one last look at the mutilated carebears, she stalked off to get flou some clothes.
Chayse, for his part, got one good eyeful before those eyes found themselves covered. "Someone, please tell me when it's safe to look."
Demens floated off a little bit, then sent a few more images. He was running out of sushi, but the rest of the items on the menu were memorized just as well, and he sent a few of those.
Fluo mumbled her thanks and started to draw circles in the flooring with her big toe. She didn't get embarrassed much but something about this situation made it sooo PETRIFYING. Halfway in mentally wishing Lacroix would come and eat her to save her from this awkward scenario something caught her interest. She looked at the furry eared windigo and his owner.
"Tcha, sorry about earlier. I didn't think Lacroix would fling that heavy head at me. You lot are all right, no?"
But so was not to be. Lacroix was merrily humming with his new knowledge. He sent an image to Demens. This intention was clear. He wanted to properly feed.
Aubrey merely glared at her then turned his head, being the puss that he was. Sika laughed nervously then smiled at Fluo, " Its alright, I...WE understand ." She smiled again and nodded, whether she spoke the same for aubrey or not she didnt care, his bitchy mood was getting annoying.
CWL stomped down the stairs and through the hall, holding a long dress draped over one arm precariously. When she entered the shop she tossed it at Flou. "The bathroom is down the hall to the right, and if you set anything on fire I'm coming after you with a fork and a spatula." CWL grumbled, before flopping down on the couch across from Chayse.
Floating a little further away, Demens teased him with more images. Rare steak wrapped around leeks and covered in a dark brown sauce. Perfectly bite-sized, of course. Shredded pork piled high over rice. Sake...if only he could get his corporeal hands on some sake...
Wow people were gonna start sending her vouchers to speech pathologists at the rate fluo was going. Another mumbled thanks was tossed CWL's way before she journeyed to the bathroom on the right. She probably has it set up so I get electrocuted, mused fluo. When the door was finally locked she looked at the dress and gawked.
It was like maternity clothing. But at least it was something. She was caught between a fierce desire to set the dress and place on fire in indignation or go back to wearing nothing but the towel. But no.. nudity was frowned upon she int the wretched dress she went. She entered the starting place and sensing the furry eared's dark moods she decided to sit next to him.
Lacroix was faring no better. Demens had the AUDACITY to tease him with such seductive tendrils of food images. He all but signed his death certificate. It was the last image of sake that sent him into a hyper bought. He sent back images of his human and her companions drinking sake.. Then of his human's extensive liquor selection.
SAkE. He was familiar with that. He rather liked it himself. He was tempted. He never had a human that was intoxicated with sake. He drooled
Demens sent him back more teasing images of business men gathering around a table, laughing and drinking from the ceramic sake picture. Many balled ones were crowded around, bouncing and being pulled into the lap of the rowdy ones. He also sent a picture of the restaurants collection, then of his room right below it. Then...he floated farther away.
Chyase had deemed it safe to remove his hands from his eyes and cautiously peeked around. "Erm...did you...come all the way here in a just a towel?"
At Chayse's question fluo picked up the fabric of the dress as if it were some vile STD infested piece of lint. She let disgust fill her eyes, that should be a good enough answer. Her rage began to surface and after a quick glance of her surroundings, she decided nothing was good enough to hurl and stalked out the doorways, leaving Lacroix behind.
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