The Game

Luckily, Jeannette was waiting right outside the school with a giant fish net. And caught him. Again. She took his weapons and all of his dignity.

The Game

When he finally came to again he found himself locked in the lair with the weapons still on the wall. "Okay this time she's not going to get me." He grabbed a smoke grenade off of the wall threw it and ran out of the high school with the weird salmon colored lockers and floors.

the game

Too bad Jeanette was sitting in the rafters and shot him with a stun gun.

The Game

Slowly Victor's eyes came into focus. He was still in a dark room, but this room smelled faintly of formaldehyde. He slowly stood up and felt the large bump on his head. "I knew I should have installed that security system." He wondered around the tiny room and felt for a light switch. He flicked it on and was surprised to see a bunch of super hero costumes and weapons. A sly smile appeared on his face. "Wow Jeanette. You really were not thinking when you put an FBI agent in a room with a bunch of weapons. You have sunk your own ship this time." He pulled down a laser and blasted the door open. He looked around and grabbed a bunch of other weapons and some rope. When going on an especially dangerous mission to capture a mastermind like Jeanette Sinclair rope is always needed. He walked out of the lair prepared to either capture Jeanette, or die trying. Nothing was going to stop him now.

Game

'This was a really bad decision.' Jeannette thought to herself as she stood over Victor's body with a lamp in her hand. Getting into the building had been easy. Just a walk up the fire escape and a slip through an open window and she was in. She had tried to turn on the light with no avail, but it was probably for the best. Her intent was to calmly back out of the deal they had made but in the heat of the moment (him walking in the door), she grabbed a lamp and knocked him out.

She decided the best course of action was to take him home and by home she meant to her secret lair in the back of some guys biology room in an old abandoned 'man cave'. In the secret lair there were all sorts of superhero paraphernalia. She always went there in the middle of the night because her lair was in a school.

She grabbed him threw him over her shoulder and was on her way.

The Game

In the inky darkness, Victor cursed his lack of attention to the day-to-day tasks he always put off until later. The ConEd bill!!! They always cut the power on a Friday night, too---just to teach you a lesson. This was an inconvenience he hadn't anticipated. A hot shower was out of the question now. He slouched out of his trench coat, letting it fall to the floor. What a day!

Back at Jeanette's place, the super had just finished nailing a sheet of plywood over the window. Slumped on the futon, Jeanette just felt gloomy. And it was pretty gloomy in there. She switched on the lamp and rubbed her right foot, hoping she wouldn't develop a staph infection. "What are you smirking at?" she snapped at Mr. Whiskers. He just stayed where he was looking down with satisfaction from the top of the refrigerator. "Meow."

The Game

Something inside Victor burned. It must have been the chalupa he ate for lunch. His thoughts changed to Miss Sinclair. He had come into contact with her on several occasions when she was in her heisting days. She never seemed like a thief to him. He had to do his job though. The FBI was counting on him to catch her red handed. She had always seemed so sweet to him, and he felt a little bad betraying her, but again his job was on the line. He couldn't let anything get in the way of his catching her. He had to stay strong. Like her he was a sucker for someone that was good looking, and it had almost cost him his job many times before. "Stay strong" he thought to himself. As he walked into his apartment everything suddenly went dark.

The Game

Jeanette woke up the next morning to her cat biting her toes.

"Mr. Whiskers, stop it! I said stop it!" She started kicking in an attempt to get him off. Luckily, it worked and sent him flying across the living room. He gave her a very disdainful look. She returned it right back.

She looked to her left and found that dastardly rock again.

What was she getting herself in to? It had been 10 years since her last robbery and that was when she was 15 pounds lighter. She just didn't know if she could go and get herself in to that kind of trouble again. But Victor looked so promising. Then something clicked in her mind. Those eyes, like the eyes of her cat. Someone else had those eyes. A man she remembered from 10 years ago named Reginald. He had gotten her in to the same type of trouble that this new man was currently attempting to get her in to. She needed to watch her back. Something about this whole situation was pretty shady.

"Hey KittyPooPooBear, I'm sorry I kicked you, but you were hurting my toes. Come here sweety." She was a little upset when all her cat did was run away.

The Game

Mr. Tickle-Whisker Herman Schneider, who preferred to be formally addressed at all times, winced as he found himself called by yet another silly appellation. Miss Jeanette Sinclair was starting to get on his last nerve. He stared intently into her face, avoiding those jarringly insipid highlights which only served to accentuate the fact that, try as she might, Jeanette wasn’t getting any younger. He flicked a shard of glass deftly from his right ear and onto the floor where it was certain to find its way into the bare sole of her foot as she padded to the fridge for the midnight snack that was starting to take its toll on her figure.

From his perch on the scrolled and gilded arm of a cheap knock-off rococo chair, he rose to stretch luxuriously and affected a sultry gaze---the one he knew always put Jeanette off her game. Oh, the female . . . no matter the species . . . it was always the same response. His disdain was palpable.

But just as his beguiling eyes began to weave their spell, a sudden gust of cold Chicago wind ran its icy fingers though his fur---the wrong way. Wwwrrreeeeeeiiiiiiao!!!! Just that quick he was on the ceiling. Everybody knows cats can’t stand to have their fur rubbed the wrong way!!!!!

Jeanette sighed and went to the kitchen to retrieve the ladder.

The Game

Victor got into his car and lit a cigar. The smoked wafted around his head, and he decided to put the window down so he didn't suffocate himself. A smile appeared on his face. "It's only a matter of time Miss Sinclair. Only a matter of time until you reveal your true self. You can't continue to be so careful now. By agreeing to this carefully planned proposition you have already started to reveal what kind of person you really are." He began to laugh maniacally as a homeless man began to wash his windows. "Hey! Don't do that! I'm not paying you for that. Get out of here. Can't you see I'm basking in my victory?" The man, quite saddened slunk away into the night. Victor went back to his laugh. All he could think about was how no one would ever know that he had tricked this former diamond thief into another famous heist. He had tricked her with his movie star good looks. Jeanette Sinclair had never said no to a trustworthy, good looking man. He had her now.

The Game

Jeanette entered her savvy apartment. She threw her Coach purse down on her bear skin rug and collapsed onto her teal futon. She ran her fingers through her intricately highlighted and expensive hair.

'Why did I say yes?' she thought, 'I knew I should have said no. The propostition wasn't even something she was interested in. It must have been his eyes. He looked so trustworthy.' she looked down at her cat.

"This is your fault Mr. Whiskers." Sometimes she didn't use his whole name because she couldn't remember it all. "I trust you and you guys look so much alike that I just trusted him as well!" The eyes weren't the only thing her cat and the semi-mystery man had in common. Her kitty had blond hair and moved in the cool swift way the new man in her life did.

"Oh, Jahosaphat." She grabbed a blanket and pulled it over her head. "What did I do?" She wailed aloud.

CRASH! Jeanette sat straight up. 'What was that?' With the blanket still wrapped over her head she slowly stood up. She reached in her pocket. Thank goodness she still had that mace. She walked towards where the noise had come from and saw her window had been smashed. The cold Chicago wind blew in her face as she reached down and picked up a rock. A note had been attached. The note was written using newspaper letter clippings.

"You wIlL DIE! Don'T tHINk you woN't! DO it and YoU'Re DeAD."

Jeanette passed out.

The Game

He had his hat pulled down over his eyes, and his trench coat collar pulled up to his ears. The windy Chicago nights didn't sit well with him. Coming from the coastal area of Georgia, Victor Boxter was used to warm nights with crickets chirping in mid-April. He was here on a mission to find Jeanette Sinclair. He had just seen her come out of the club on 2nd and head towards her apartment on 16th. She was trying to catch a cab, but at this time of night no taxi would pick up someone who looked like she did right now. He slowly trailed her, hoping not to make himself known. As he finally caught up to her he saw her reach into her pocket for her pepper spray. Victor pulled his hat even further down to shield his eyes just in case she decided to spray. The rain began to fall, and she spoke. He could see the fear in her eyes, and he hoped to calm her down, but he had a cold and knew that his voice was probably pretty scary. The proposition spilled out of his mouth. She seemed quite interested. They shook hands, and she disappeared into her apartment. He couldn't help but smile, because Miss Sinclair had no idea about the trouble she had just gotten herself into.

The Game

"Um, can I help you with something?" Jeanette said in a meek voice.

"I have a proposition for you. More like a business deal if you will." The man had a gravelly type voice like Oscar the Grouch. His sparkling green eyes reminded her of her cat Mr. Tickle-Whisker Herman Schneider . He was a white man, very white. Jeanette considered giving him the number of her tanning salon. Sure the weather was just now getting warmer, but really, no one should have skin like that. He had golden blond hair that was whipping in the wind, with a Fabioesque feel.

"Okay, shoot." She said.

The Game

She froze. Thoughts were racing in her head. "Should I scream? Should I run away? Oh my God what if this man is going to mug me?" She decided to take her chances on turning around to see who the man was. Jeanette put her hand in her pocket where she kept her pepper spray just in case this man was a mugger. As she turned she prepared to scream and spray at the exact same time. "Those self defense classes would really be worth it now if I have to use what I learned" she thought to herself. She finally turned the whole way around and set her eyes on a tall well-dressed man with one of those cool hats the newspaper guys used to wear pulled down over his eyes. As he looked up so she could see his face it began to rain.

The Game

It was a windy night in Chicago. Jeannette Sinclair was making her way across the street. She had been trying to hail a cab since 2nd Street and 8th Avenue to no avail. As she walked she felt someone behind her. Thoughts started running through her head but she pushed them away as she powered on through the night. Eight more blocks until she made it to her savvy apartment. She heard the footsteps closer behind her now. She didn't dare turn back. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder.

The History Behind THELIZ

It was a beautiful summery day in the year 2008. Liz, Pat, Ben and Capri decided to go swimming down in Dotter's Eddy. Now Pat, Ben and Capri were all certified lifeguards with lifeguarding jobs but little Elizabeth was just a lowly lavender picker who had no swimming ability what so ever. This was a well known fact so Pat, Ben and Capri decided to engage in a nose goes-ing event. The last one with their finger on their nose would have to safe Liz in the unfortunate event of her failing to stay above the water. Pat lost, he was to be her lifesaver that day.

LATER

There was a cute little toy boat Pat picked up from work and they were all playing with it. They were also playing with an over inflated football that hurt when you tried to catch it. As they were playing both the boat and the football started to float away. Someone yelled "THE BOAT!" another person yelled "THE BALL". Liz decided to be the hero and try to get both of these toys, but as she went to get them someone called out, "THE LIZ." Thus TheLiz was born.

Where Has the Time Gone?

I could've sworn just yesterday

We were sitting in a circle

"Indian style" on the floor

Listening to some fairy tale

Then all of a sudden

Here we are

A month and a half left

In our Keystone careers.

Life is just a walk away

A few handshakes

And a piece of paper

In our hands.

It's coming to a close

And although

It will be nice

To be out of here

I will never forget

The good times

Here at KHS.

Corny the Clown

Gregingor faintly heard his favorite song, Sweet Caroline, drifting up through the rafters.

Sweet Caroline.. Sweet Caroline.... Sweet... Who did he know who also loved Sweet Caroline?Hm.... Who was it?

"Do you mind if we look around this place a little bit?" Gregingor asked Reginald. Gregingor knew that if Reginald said no that they would just get a warrant and come back. That Sweet Caroline tune was now stuck in his head and he knew something fantastic was soon to come because of it.

"Well, uh, you see, there are kind of tigers, that, well, they got out, and they're hungry, so I mean you could, if you wanted, but uh, they like meat, and you're meat, and uh, well, you probably shouldn't."

"Reggie old boy, old pal. What are you hiding? I see the tigers in their cages over yonder."

"Er, did I say tigers? I meant gorillas, those things are strong."

"Reg, what are you hiding?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"

"Huh, alright. We'll take our time looking around then."

Disclaimer

Point Park guy, I am so sorry if any posting on this blog seems a bit insensitive. We're all growing and changing and coming to terms with what it means to move on from high school to the big world beyond. You know how it can be.

Dear Ms Rut

There's more then bleakness

Oh please cheer up

For you brighten our day

Every second period.

I hope we brighten yours too

You are our inspiration

So please Ms Rut

Cheer up :)

To the Weird Guy from Point Park

Oh weird guy,

those Facebook chats were just too much,

there was no way I was going to meet up with you.

No way.

I strongly believe the best way to get a girl is by avoiding using all of those smiley and winky faces that just made me want to hurl.

Bad move.

Just don't do it, it's weird.

I'm sorry when we made eye contact I ran away.

Really fast.

Up the stairs.

And sat next to a strange lady so I didn't have to sit next to you.

I admit that may have been a tad immature.

But you scared me.

Then during the intermission when I kept my back to you,

and you tried to give me a little wave,

but I just kept turning away,

also a tad immature.

Let's look at it this way,

there's probably a girl somewhere at Point Park who likes to be bombarded by iconic faces made out of colons and semi colons and parentheses.

Youtube.

In my depressed state

I tried and failed

Oh youtube

Why must you be

So slow today?

You have ruined

My happiness.

I couldn't listen

To Neil Diamond

Because of your

Inability to load.

Corny the Clown

(This is because blogger wouldn't let me go back to normal font)

"Corny!! HUSH!" and at that moment Corny was gagged with his own sock. The worst part about it? He knew where that sock had been, and he didn't like it. Corny had a feeling though that his cop enemies turned hopefully future friends had heard him.

Corny the Clown

Corny started jumping on his bed and hitting the ceiling with his fists. After a couple of minutes of this he started to sing "Sweet Caroline" at the top of his lungs. It wasn't long before the guards came running down.

"Mr. Corny, we have some very important visitors in the tent and we need you to please silence yourself."

"OH, SWEET CAROLINE. BUM BUM BUUUUUM!"

"Mr. Corny, do not make me repeat myself, you need to hush up."

"GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEM SO GOOOOOD!"

"CORNY! Be QUIET!"

"Oh I've been inclined to believe.... IT NEVER WOULD!"

The Night Spektors

The Night Spektors had a meeting the next day. They were a little concerned about the whole they thought Ben was dead and offered him up to Superman thing. The most sad part was that hadn't been the first time they had offered a Spektor up to Superman.

They decided to disband the Night Spektors. At least for the time being.

Slowly, one by one they all left the Man Cave.

The light switch got flipped. It was almost as if the lights didn't want to go out because they flickered for a moment.

Darkness.

It was the second sad day in a row for the Night Spektors.

My Head

If anyone lived in my head

They'd probably end up dead

For it's constantly spinning

Like a ride that makes people throw up

No one could deal with

The weird trains of thought

They don't make much sense

And are quite intense

My head is a place

That no one could live

Not even me

I often have to take a break

From my head.

The Night Spektors

The Spektors all gathered together for a funeral. It was one of their own. Liz looked around. There weren't any tears but you could tell people were pretty sad, or at least moderately sad.

In superhero world when one of your own dies you push throw their body up in to the air and the leader of all superheroes, Superman, swoops down and takes him to Superhero Heaven. Which is essentially just like the Cave only without all the annoying chatter.

It was Ben. He had died battling Ivy in the Ballroom. She was just too much for him.

As the heroes started to throw Ben up in the air something funny happened. He started to wake up. As Superman swooped in and took Ben he yelled, "I JUST PASSED OUT! I DIDN'T DIE! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

The heroes all looked at each other wondering what to do next. They figured Superman would bring Ben back as soon as he got annoyed with him.

12 seconds later.

Ben was back. Superman couldn't take anymore.

The Spektors went back to their business.

A Day in the Life of the Ultimate Exerciser

Wake-up: 6:00 a.m.

exercisor

Aerobics:

Step up; step down; step up, kick; step down; step up, kick, raise your sculpting stick; step down; step up, kick, raise your sculpting stick, twist down, hop, bend over backwards, do a flip, put your left hand in, put your left hand out; step down.

Abs:

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, burn that fat, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, legs up, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch....

Cardio:

Run 12 miles, don't stop.

Food:

Breakfast - Granola bar: 80 calories

Lunch - Salad and Water: 120 calories

Snack - Raisins: 25 calories

Dinner - Chicken Salad and Water: 150 calories

Bed Time Snack - Raisins: 25 calories

Bed Time: 9:30 p.m.

Behind Enemy Lines

I snuck into fourth period creative writing in disguise. I said all I needed was a place to go because I would be lonely in my study hall. Little did those so called Jeniuses know I was there on a mission. Not a mission of good will, but a mission to discover their weaknesses so I could finally win the Creative Writing War for the Night Spektors. We had been close all semester to finally tearing them down. All we needed was one huge victory to gain some momentum.

Quietly I observed. Nothing was revealed that I could use to my advantage. The only sound coming from the Jeniuses was the sweet sound of "Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl." The sound stopped though. James had left the room with a devilish grin on his face, and Ms. Rut did not like that he had left without permission. I had to find out where he disappeared to.

As I walked into the hallway there was an eerie quiet. James was nowhere to be found. I slowly walked down the hall peering into rooms, but there was no sign of him. Perplexed, I stopped. Off in the distance I could hear that sweet sound once again of "Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl." I turned. It was behind me somewhere in one of the rooms I had already passed. As I walked back down the hallway from where I came the tune became increasingly louder. Once again I stopped. This time in front of Mr. Brett Vaughn's room 114. Not only could I hear the tune, but I also smelled a smelly smell. This was the smell of James bailing on creative writing and hanging out with the students in Mr. Vaughn's room. I couldn't let him see me though, so I hid off to the side of the room waiting for him to come out so I could bust him. As the door slowly opened I was prepared to make my move. All of a sudden behind me I hear "Ben!!! What are you doing?" This was the voice of the one and only Tony. He had seen me in the hall and got all kinds of excited. James heard the screaming, and ducked back into the room. There was no way he was coming out of there until the end of the period and that would mean people in the halls causing a commotion. He could be easily lost in the crowd. I had lost my opportunity to prove Da Spektors were the better creative writing class. Disappointed I walked back into Ms. Rut's room dejected and knowing I had failed.

Questions.

Looking back

What did it mean?

What did I learn?

What memories did I make?

Was it worth... anything?

Corny the Clown

Corny was beginning to smell something. Something that smelled so familiar. It was the smell... of... he couldn't quite figure it out. He lifted his face towards the ceiling as if pointing his face in the direction of the smell would help him figure it out.

It didn't.

Earlier that week the minions of his new boss put a collar and leash on him and took him for a walk. He had seen a bus. He started yelling at two kids getting on the bus, leaving the circus.

"Kids, kids!! I'm talking to you Seth Rogen's brother and the girl who is definitely not a 7, at least an 8! Look at me! Look at me!!!" They didn't look, "... I'll show you all."

"Come on Corny, it's time for your treat."....

Things like this were breaking his moral.

But that smell.

It smelled of..

COPS!!!

His cop men were here! Now to get their attention!

WE'RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!

After a week long hiatus Da Spektors are back. There's nothing deep or philosophical in this post. It is just a post announcing our return and that new things will be posted soon.