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Voiceless (Dedicated to Richard Hunt)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Ozymandias, Nov 30, 2011.

  1. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    I don't know whether to cry aour smile...:smirk: Gonzo was definately in character, 'cept I agree with Newsie. I was suprised at Rowlf's reaction, but I found it......fitting. Gonzo was a lot like this in the rest of the seasons, gentle with a mix of that daredevil still in sight!;) Reading this makes me think of when my last and only Granny passed on. We were all in the hospital and I'm by her bed while she cries out: Lord help me! Make it stop, Make the pain go away! Lord! Release me! I ran away fighting tears, reaching the waiting room I found my cousins and I try to smile. Instead I kneel down and sob. She was in so much pain I couldn't help her. I never got to say goodbye or tell her I loved her.:cry: Things like this put life into a new perspective. We think we have all the time in the world, but we don't. We have only borrowed time, and someday we have to pay off the debt. Some pay sooner than others, but in the end, we all pay.:jim: So, in the wise words of Jum Henson: This is a good life, enjoy it. As for songs in the memorial, give Thankful Heart, Manahmanah, Mr. bass Man, and the muppet show theme a try, those were some of his favorite songs.;)
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  2. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Thank you bbf, I appreciate that. :) It must've been hard to have to see your grandmother in that state. I can't even imagine something like that. *hugs*

    Right now, a slower, more calm reprise of "Thankful Heart" sounds really good for a tribute. :) Thank you for the suggestion!
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  3. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    You're welcome!:) It was hard, but it was, in a way nice to see her be released from pain. Sometimes that's all you can do.:sympathy: You can call me Figgie, too! Thankful Heart does sound good right now, don' it?
  4. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Glad to see yuo have your tablet back, btw!!;)
  5. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Haha, I'm using it right now, actually. :D
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  6. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Thats good! What do you like to draw on there besides muppets, or is it only muppets?:confused:;)
  7. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Whatever pops into my head, which is usually Muppets but can be other stuff as well. :)
  8. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Haha! Same here!:) Do you know how much tablets cost and where I could find one of my own?:confused:
  9. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Hmm...Wacom Graphire has served me pretty well. I got mine secondhand from a friend, but if you want to buy a new one, you could be looking at about $250, I think.

    Anyways, I'm off to plan the tribute! :)
  10. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Good, I mean the tribute part!:D *Looks at empty wallet* Hmm. May have to wait a while for that...:o
  11. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    It's time to put on makeup,
    it's time to light the lights.
    It's time to point the nagging stick!
    At Ozymandias tonight!:scary:
    *Points canon at Ozy* Post more, or this thread will become a lot messier!;) J/K
  12. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Thank you for the laugh, I needed it. ^__^ I'm working on the next Chapter of "Voiceless" (I'm hoping to be done within another 3-4 chapters) and I should be done around Wednesday evening (as I'll be running around like mad tomorrow).

    Quick question to anyone who knows more Muppeteer details than I do: is Jane Hunt (as mentioned in the Muppet Wiki) Richard's mother or sister? Please let me know!
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  13. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Hi Ozy--nice story progression. I liked the moment with Gonzo and Bunsen--two totally lovable loons--but I liked the scene with Beaker and Bunsen more. Very sweet.

    I'm going to comment here, although this has been happening other places here in this particular forum, and the thing I'm going to comment on is an activity known as "muffining." "Muffining" is where you take a thread that is about a topic, or is a story thread, or a "Want to trade thread"--any thread at all, and sortof hi-jack it with a personal conversation that isn't relevant to the thread you are in, posting post after post about things that are not about the thread topic.

    This isn't a cardinal sin--and everyone has done it at some point (except maybe Sam, the American Eagle, whose morals are upright and perfect) and sometimes they are silly and fun and everybody is enjoying them, but mostly--mostly--they are sortof like two friends (or six) having a fun, private, maybe-even-entertaining conversation behind you in the movie seats while you are trying to watch the movie.

    Shhh! And pass the popcorn! (And feel free to chat as long as you want--just not in the middle of a thread!)

    Mean ol' Auntie Ru
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  14. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    I am Guilty convict of this! SO, I will apologize firstly to Ozy, to Aunty Ru, to all readers of this thread, and to Sam the Eagle.:attitude:
    Sam: You should be ashamed!
    Me: I am! :o
  15. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    ^ Duly noted Ruahnna. Also, I can't help but giggle at the term "muffining." :) You learn something new everyday, it seems. Thanks! :D

    As of this chapter, Voiceless is now over 10,000 words long. 0______0

    EDIT: *dying with laughter* :D Ahahahahaha! Ozy can't count! Ozy can't count! She can't count, even though she's reading a 'How to Count' book! :laugh: I just realized I accidentally put chapter four in TWICE, meaning that chapter 4 is actually chapter 5, Chapter 5 is chapter 6 and so forth. In other words, this is technically supposed to be chapter 9. XD XD XD


    In any case, onto Chapter 9!

    **********​

    Chapter 9​

    “I’m sorry, but we cannot do for Richard what we did for Jim. I don’t think it is what the family would want, anyways.” The director of the memorial said.

    “I understand that,” Kermit said quietly over the phone. “I wasn’t suggesting that. I’m just saying that we would like to contribute in some way, other than just coming. Shall we donate flowers, or should I or Scoo—Rowlf give a eulogy? Something for us to show just how much Richard meant to the Muppets.”

    “Hmm…Kermit, could you hold that thought for a moment?” There was the sound of muffled conversation, then, “Hello?”

    “Hello?” Kermit said, uncertain who the voice belonged to, “This is Kermit the frog.”

    “Oh! Hello Kermit, this is Jane.” At first Kermit couldn’t recall ever meeting a Jane, but then he suddenly realized who she was, having given his condolences to her only a few weeks earlier.

    “Jane Hunt?” he asked.

    “Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you, Kermit.” Richard’s mother* said.

    “And Richard told me a lot about you.” The frog said. Jane laughed softly, but her heart wasn’t quite in it.

    “The memorial director said that you wanted to ask me something.” She said.

    “Ah, yes. Umm, well, I was wondering, is there anything the muppets can do at the memorial to pay tribute to Richard? I mean, he was a big part in a lot of our lives, and we really loved him and thought very highly of him here at the theatre.”

    “That sound like a wonderful idea. Do you have anything in mind?”

    “Well, would you like Rowlf or I to do a short eulogy for Richard, or for us to donate some flowers?”

    “Hmm…actually, I was going to contact you soon myself, as I had a similar idea.”

    “Oh, ok, what can the muppets do for you?” Kermit asked, surprised.

    Jane told him. He blinked, surprised, then grinned. He was surprised he hadn’t thought of it himself. After a few more minutes conversation, he hung up, then pulled out his phone book and started dialing.

    “Hey, Rowlf? Do you feel like sitting on the piano bench for Richard?”

    “What’s the plan?” The dog asked.
    “You’ll see, I have to make a few phone calls first.” The memorial would be that Saturday, and it was Monday now, so maybe, just maybe, they could make it.

    *******

    The last muppet he needed to talk to was still in the building. Good.

    “Bunsen told me you played the guitar.” Kermit said. Beaker had been stooped over a diagram that was laid out on one of the lab tables, but turned around at that. There was a pencil sticking out from his hair, presumably tucked behind his not-visible ear. He yanked out the pencil and ripped off a corner of the paper, then scribbled a message on it. He handed Kermit the paper and waited for Kermit to read it. It took the frog a few minutes to decipher the words simply because the quality of the written letters was so lax. Beaker’s handwriting was synonymous with the term ‘chicken scratch’ for a good reason.

    Yes, I can. Why do you ask?

    “We want to do a tribute to Richard. Thing is, we would be singing, and I know you guys can’t do that right now, but I wanted to include you guys in some way, seeing as he was your Muppeteer.”

    Beaker took the paper back and wrote another sentence, was about to hand it back to Kermit, then shook his head and wrote some more.

    I prefer to sing Will they laugh at me?

    “Well, it’s a funeral, so they’d better not.” Kermit said. Beaker nodded.

    “Does that mean you’ll do it?” Beaker took back the piece of paper and wrote on the back of it. What about Janice?

    “Dr. Teeth asked her if she would already, and she agreed, but we need a second guitar for the song. Please, Beaker?” Kermit pleaded. The red-headed scientist nodded.

    “Thank you. We’ll be meeting in the orchestra pit in two days to practice, since Jane told us what song she wanted us to perform. We should have sheet music available for you by then. Wednesday at 7.”

    Beaker nodded and returned to his work. Kermit, seeing that the conversation was over, walked out of the lab room, lost in thought. Sweetums already indicated what he wanted to do, Statler and Scooter will handle the candles, Scooter’s going to be standing with the Hunt family, and now Janice and Beaker have a part to play. Kermit smiled slightly. I hope we can do your spirit justice, Richard. I really do. He ducked into his office and picked up a framed photo that sat next to his address book. It was a picture of Kermit, wearing last year’s winter scarf. A bearded, brown-haired man’s face was beside him, and man and frog were both smiling.

    Hey, Richard, while we’re on the subject, say hi to Jim for me, will you?

    **********

    Saturday dawned crisp and cold, with a fresh layer of snow on the ground. Miss Piggy pulled open her curtains, and milky white light filtered through her boudoir window, revealing a four-poster bed, a vanity dresser and embroidered silken dressing screen, among other things. She pulled the belt of her bathrobe a bit tighter. Her hair, still soaking wet from the shower she had just come out of, was wrapped turban-style in a towel on her head. She leaned closer to the window to gauge the weather better, and saw that a blanket of smudgy grey and white clouds had been pulled across the sky, rumpled in some places and stretched thin in others, occasionally falling to reveal a bare patch of naked, brittle blue sky. Piggy shivered and stepped back, turning towards her walk-in closet. She had picked out her outfit in her head several days ago, but was just now about to put it on. It was near the back of the closet, but she pulled it out, along with the shoes and other necessary items.

    The black dress would fall to about her knees when she tried it on, and the sleeves were long and ended in lace. It was by no means a fancy dress, but it was insanely important to Miss Piggy because it served one specific purpose.

    I do not want
    To wear this dress again.

    Her full-length mirror was on rollers, so she positioned it so that she could see herself without being seen from the open window. The towel came tumbling down from her head, revealing long, tangled locks. She ran a brush through it several times, then stepped lightly behind the dressing screen. She had to make sure the dress would fit her, of course, though she had doubted she had packed on much weight since the last time she’d worn it, a mere seven or eight months earlier. The bathrobe tumbled down around her feet.

    It fits like a glove,
    A modest design
    With curves in all the right places,
    But black, that cloying colour,
    Is not for moi.

    Piggy looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, touched her bare shoulder in the mirror, smiled. Then, quickly, she finished getting dressed, tugging the black cloth over her head.

    I slide it on,
    And in that moment
    I am back there again,
    Looking at his closed casket in the harsh light

    It still fit. Piggy didn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed. She took off the dress (as she didn’t want to get hairs all over it while she was styling it), but kept on the slip that was needed underneath. Shoving on her bathrobe again, she checked to see if the hair curler was heated up yet. It wasn’t quite yet, but would be by the time she was finished drying her hair.

    The hair dryer droned on as she ran the brush through her golden locks, trying to avoid thinking about what was going to happen today. She had insisted that she would go and pick up Scooter, seeing as he didn’t have his licence yet, and his uncle could not come as he was out of town. She didn’t want Kermit exhausting himself and locking up his own feelings inside him, like he almost did that…that other time.

    And though we stand against the backdrop of
    A sea of faces,
    This silence has put you
    In a cage of glass
    My feet hurt in these shoes.

    Miss Piggy pinned her thick hair up on her head, then started working in layers, methodically pinning each fistful of curls upwards as she went. The style required some bobby pins and hairspray, but wasn’t too flashy to be wasted underneath a wide-brimmed hat with a silken black lily tucked into the headband. She’d wear her pearls, but no gloves or rings this time.

    I reach out
    But you cannot feel me.
    I call out
    But you cannot hear me.
    You and they have gone
    Where I cannot follow.

    She turned her head from side to side, satisfied with her efforts, then stood up to finished getting dressed. The waist was emphasized by a silk sash and there was black lace around the collar, but the rest of the dress was made of a duller black cotton. Nothing overly fancy. Piggy slipped her string of pearls around her neck, then dabbed a splash of Northern Light onto her wrists and neck. For a moment, the room was filled with the scent of cedar and jasmine, with a hint of myrrh, but the perfume faded to a noticeable presence on her skin.

    I am lost among the mourners
    And you stand there,
    Surrounded by the silent,
    Alone.
    So I cry out for you who cannot
    And we become the voice
    For those who cannot speak up for themselves,
    For this silence is poison.

    She doesn’t put on any mascara or eyeliner today…just in case. It’ll just be some smoky blue eye shadow, foundation, a hint of blush to enhance her rosy cheeks and some red lipstick today. Satisfied, she sat on the edge of the bed, struggling with pantyhose, and then slipped on a pair of plain black pumps. Half an hour before she had to be outside Scooter’s house.

    She looked at herself one more time in the full-length mirror.

    I do not want
    To wear this dress again.

    ********

    *I'm not sure what relationship Jane Hunt had to Richard Hunt, so I'm just going to assume that Jane was his mother. If Jane was actually his sister, cousin or other relationship, please let me know and I will see if I can edit this post ASAP.
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  16. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    You are very correct, Jane was his mother! And she loved him so very, very much!
  17. newsmanfan

    newsmanfan Well-Known Member

    ---------------
    Holy #%$&% but that poem made me cry.

    Devil's in the details...and these details are very well presented.

    And the idea of Hunt's Muppets actively participating in the memorial is perfect.

    Very very well done.
    ---------------
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  18. bouncingbabyfig

    bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Holy straganoff and cow pies! Ozy! You are back! As are my tears, and sob attacks! Very nicely done, is that song/poem an original? Very nice! Having the Voiceless muppets perform at their muppeteer's memorial is a very sweet thing. *Huggs Kermit doll and blankie* I am ready for the breakage of emotional dams!:p
  19. Ozymandias

    Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Hurrah, I guessed correctly then! :D

    It is, actually. I was writing in my journal the other night and was thinking about 'Voiceless', so the idea of miss Piggy being reminded of what happened before popped in my head. My journal entries are all poems, so I wrote one from her POV and decided to incorporate it into the story.

    Thank you. I love going nuts with details, but I don't want to segue into purple prose so I don't do it all that often. :)
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  20. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    I am glad that Richard's muppets are going to participate, and I think what I liked best was that Scooter was going to stand with Richard's family. Scooter was to Richard what Kermit was to Jim, and that special relationship should be celebrated.


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