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Feb 8, 2010 21:10:23 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 8, 2010 21:10:23 GMT -5
So yeah. I just spent a good amount of time pumping myself up to do this. A few things need to be said first.
At the moment, I'm in a bit of a writing funk. Well, more than a bit of one. Okay, truth be told, I haven't really written since November. I did NaNoWriMo, and I think that just about siphoned all my creative juices away from me. My story was a G/T one because I was inspired by, well, you guys. I've been a "lurker" for a while of time now, and decided it's finally time to join the community. Not to mention, it might help me break out of this, and I could get around to writing other things.
As for the story! It's fair warning to let you all know that it's gonna take a whiiile to get to the G/T part. And, to be honest, I'm not very proud of how the final product came out. I'll be editing bits and pieces whenever I come across a part that could use some. As a matter of fact, I'll be racing to rewrite a good portion of it, while I'm posting.
Oh! And, it's in the perspective of a guy, yes, but I will have a bit of a spoiler here: He meets a tiny girl. Giantess stories have always been awkward for me, so I didn't think it'd make much sense to try and write one myself.
Did you ever go to a party, and think to yourself once you're on the doorstep, "Yeah! I'm gonna totally rock this house!", then feel lightheaded as soon as you open the door, and everyone's staring at you?
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Feb 8, 2010 21:13:14 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 8, 2010 21:13:14 GMT -5
It's raining today. The drops fell on the glass I had my head pressed to. It made the sound clearer, and had a unique feel. Just another simple pleasure in life I like to take. Of course, I always preferred the simple ones.
I'm a typical loner, you could say. No friends, no buddies, or anything like that. "Stop staring into space, Aiden!" yelled some guy sitting in the seat behind me. That's me, Aiden. Not being popular put me into the shooting range for everyone else wishing to boost their own self-esteem and social status by yelling, insulting, belittling, or just putting me down in any way they can imagine. I'm a bit more than used to it.
The bus came to a stop. Looking outside of the window, my eyes were drawn to the familiar sign directly next to a large building. It read "Inkbridge High School", and the building was the very one. It was nearing the end of my third year here, making me a Junior. And I can honestly say that I don't quite fit in. But enough rambling. It's time for school.
Stepping off the bus, I came face-to-face with the entrance doors. Another day, another dollar, I thought to myself as I walked in. The first order of business was getting my binder and other things from my locker. Simple enough for others, a bit more complicated for me. This is due to the fact that at any time, if I catch someone even glancing at me, I get a little paranoid. Are they laughing? Why are they looking at me? "Calm down, Aiden," I thought to myself. I had my things, and needed to get to class.
I was interrupted by a booming voice coming from the PA. "Students are reminded that we are having Homeroom today to show the news report on the happenings late last night." Wait, what? I guess it's off to Homeroom, then. Although I have no clue what she was talking about. Did I miss something? If so, what?
After traveling a short distance from my locker, I arrived at my Homeroom class. The teacher was sitting in his desk, and looked rather shabby compared to his normally prim disposition. "Hey, Mr. Ark. Anything wrong?" "Nothing, just... sit down." That was weird. Mr. Ark was one of the few people in this school that treated me with any sort of respect. Ah well. There was something more interesting going on. Not to sound uncaring, but I was more focused on the television that would be playing the "news report".
After about ten minutes, the class was finally filled up with the slower kids, and the ones that would rather socialize than get to class. It wasn't too long until I heard the familiar jingle of the local news station. "Shut up! The news is on." barked Mr. Ark. As if on cue, the class silenced, and the female news reporter began speaking. "Hello Inkbridge community, and good morning! I'm Diane, and this is Inkbridge news at eight! Last night, near one AM, there were strange lights seen in the Dularow Woods. Here's a clip of the phenomena, as sent in by one of our viewers, who wishes to remain anonymous." The screen was then changed to an aerial shot of the Dularow Woods. First, it was nothing but blackness, but that soon changed. It was breath-taking. There were brilliant colors illuminating the whole area, shining through every which way. Greens, blues, yellows, reds, oranges, purples, and every other color I could imagine was represented in an unnatural, seemingly impossible aura. And then, quick as a flash, it stopped, leaving the area dark once again.
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Okay, that wasn't so painful, right? Did I forget to mention that, not only will it take a while to get to the G/T part, that it'll also take a while to get interesting? EDIT: I keep re-reading it and liking it less D: EDIT PART DUEX: Revised it, thankfully before anyone saw it!
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Feb 8, 2010 23:21:16 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 8, 2010 23:21:16 GMT -5
Since it really does take a bit to get into the action, I'm adding some more today. And good news - this is actually revised! It was so awful and clunky before :v
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"Woah..." I exclaimed. That was amazing. A million questions were running through my head, but before I could begin to think them through, the reporter began talking again. "And there you have it, folks. While the lights are certainly strange, experts offer little to no explanations. And now, to Bill with last night's spo-" She was cut off by Mr. Ark turning off the television. "Alright, class. You now have ten minutes until first period begins." When he finished talking, the questions filled my head once again. What caused those lights? Did they mean anything? Why were they only in the woods? And most importantly, why did I have to sleep through it?!
The rest of the day was uneventful. Of course, I've just learned that there's some sort of unnatural laser light show going on in the woods, so just about anything else seems boring. Soon enough, last period was over, and I went to my bus. Once I walked on, I noticed something that made my skin crawl. "Hey, Aiden. I saw you gawking at the lights this morning." began a regular pseudo-bully of mine, Chad. Long story short, he's a guy that likes to make fun of me. "What's up, you in love?" He asked, before shoving his face in mine. He wasn't much to look at, and I had to curl my face a little at the smell of his breath. He was a little shorter than me (Something he liked to mention while kicking out the back of my legs) but made it up with a much broader frame. He wasn't quite exactly a gym-monkey, but he sure loved his dumbbells. His black hair matched his personality all too well, and went down to about halfway across his wide forehead. His nose was hooked, his teeth were displaced, and his chin was as dull as he was. "That's Aiden for ya." started Matt, Chad's friend. Matt, on the other hand, was a gangly guy. His elbows and knees actually came to points, something he showed off once to me before jabbing them into me. His skin was tight across his face, and showed off his bone structure in a very detailed manner. He was shaved bald, with the odd patch of blond making it through his daily shaving. "I always thought he was an asexual or something, but I guess he has a light fetish. Tell me, did you think they were pretty?" Matt asked sarcastically. Obviously, talking to them would be kinda like talking to a brick wall. Instead of responded, I pulled back a little, to create some distance. "Why don't you answer me, huh? I just wanna know what's with you and the lights, that's all. Did you get its number?" A few kids laughed. I sat down, and did my best to ignore him.
After ten or so more minutes of similar comments from Chad, the bus dropped me off at my stop. As the bus pulled away, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The bus left me off only a short walk away from my house. A house, and certainly not a home. From the outside, the walls were painted white, with a red door, as if the builder were a monster swallowing people as they walked in.
I shook off the morbid metaphor, and went inside. While laying down my backpack, I took a look around the house. Just like I left it, and just as well, seeing as I've been the only one in here for a while. My parents both have jobs that involve them working a long distance away from home, and as they figured me to be able to take care of myself, left me here alone. Of course, it's not like it's much better when they're around. They're rarely in a good mood, and I guess I could blame their jobs for that.
Well, staring into space never got anyone anywhere. I walked up a set of stairs and across a hallway before walking into my room. It's not too big, and not too small - modestly sized, and modestly furnished. There was an old bed, a bookless bookcase, a night table, and a closet. Strewn across my room were all sorts of little knick-knacks: A few miniature collectibles here; music CDs there; and posters along the walls. There were also three plant pots on the windowsill. With not much else to do but listen to music and find a hobby, I took up collecting and gardening. It's totally manly.
But at least the day was over. There's some good news, I thought to myself as I lied down on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling while in wonderment of what had happened earlier. I knew that the only way I'd be satisfied in finding out what was going on in the woods was to go and check it out for myself. I had already camped out before, since my connection to nature wasn't only limited to the plants on my windowsill. I chuckled as I looked over at them. They were the only things I actually interacted with, and all I did was water them. Which reminds me.
The old springs of the mattress groaned as I lifted myself up. "Alright, alright already. I hear ya." I commented towards the vegetation. Sure, I didn't actually think it was begging for water, but little fantasies made the day go by much quicker. I grabbed the watering can, and fed the plants.
Once that job was done, I left my room, walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. The walls were a rather gross off-yellow color, one of my mother's favorites. But! I wouldn't let a depressive shade take away from another small pleasure I get to take. Dinner. I never exactly ate prime, but I learned to adapt, and thought up a few cheapo recipes. One, for instance, was a peanut butter, caramel, and banana slice sandwich, which was made after plenty of trial and error. Did you know that turkey and tuna mix like oil and water?
Dinner had come and gone, the plants were watered, and the homework was finished. The only thing left to do was either count the ceiling tiles, or go to bed. But the clock read 6:12, and I really didn't feel like going to bed that early. Plus, I already know there's 138 tiles in my room. So, with the house being nothing short of a borehole, I decided to take a walk around the city. I grabbed a jacket, and went out the door with a sigh as I put my arms through the holes.
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Feb 9, 2010 16:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Amayasama on Feb 9, 2010 16:46:52 GMT -5
^^ Welcome to the board my dear! ;D I have to say I am curious ^^ You're story is different from others and I admire that! :3 You take the viewpoint of the male while most take the viewpoint as the lady most of the time *cough*me*cough* XD ANYWAY In the beginning it's a little jumpy around but it's easing itself into a good story ^3^ And don't worry about updating dear, it comes to you when it comes to you :3 And again, welcome to the board!
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Feb 9, 2010 17:28:01 GMT -5
Post by natalie on Feb 9, 2010 17:28:01 GMT -5
Great update!! I like your writing style!!
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Feb 9, 2010 18:08:53 GMT -5
Post by MoonStarNinja4 on Feb 9, 2010 18:08:53 GMT -5
It looks good so far!
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Feb 9, 2010 22:41:06 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 9, 2010 22:41:06 GMT -5
Oh my goodness, thank you all! I'm glad to hear you're liking it so far, even though I was having my doubts. Thank you again for the nice comments!
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The air was brisk, and there were fresh puddles on the ground from the storm earlier today. I quickly picked up a pace, since I wanted to get away from the house as soon as possible. As far as I knew, there weren't any plans for the town that night, but walking around is better than sitting around, right?
My pace was abruptly stopped by a man I had nearly walked into. I looked up, and noticed that he was part of a crowd. Curious, I leaned left and right, trying to see what everyone was looking at. After a bit of searching, my eyes came across the building being mostly blocked by the group: an electronics store. In the window there were several televisions, all set to one channel - the local news.
"Good evening, Inkbridge community! I'm Diane here with your afternoon news!" Oh, good grief, not her again. "And our cover story of the day, as a follow-up to our morning program, is the quote-on-quote 'laser light show' that happened early in the morning. It's been deemed by the officials as just that. A light show performed by some teenagers from the town." Well that sucks. Sure, it was good to get an explanation, but that was boring. Couldn't it have been aliens, or radioactive cows? "Some townspeople are not too sure of this. For more, here's Rob with an eyewitness. Rob?" The screen then cut to a man with over gelled hair and a suit, and another with no hair and a flannel jacket. "Thank you, Dia-" began the man who must've been Rob. "It's a load of bull, I tell you!" cried out the other man. "And why is that, sir?" replied Rob, quickly regaining his composure after being interrupted. "I saw'd it! I saw'd it with my own two eyes!" The way he said 'it' sounded like 'eet' and 'eyes' like 'ahs'. "The lights, sir?" "Well, duh! Whaddya think I'm talkin' 'bout, dummy?" "I wa-" "I've seen light shows before!" his 'before' sounded like 'befur'. "And 'dis weren't no light show!" "Well-" "I know that weren't nuthin' natural!" "Then what do you think it was, sir?" "Space aliens! Area 51! Roswell, you dummy!" See, this guy's got the right idea. "Sir, tha-" "We're bein' invaded, dummy! Sound the alarms! They walk amongst us!" I almost cracked out laughing, but stifled it in. "Aren't you being a bit paranoid?" "... Dummy! Yer one o' dem space aliens, ain't you?" "No, si-" "I'm gonna kill you! For God and my Country, I'm gonna kill you!" And with that, the feed was shut off, and went directly back to Diane, who had a mesmerized look on her face. "Uhh... Okay, Inkbridge Community!" she spoke, regaining quickly, "This is Diane, signing off!"
The outro theme played, and commercials took the news' place on the screen.
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Ohhh, random out-of-place hillbilly.
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Feb 9, 2010 23:18:49 GMT -5
Post by natalie on Feb 9, 2010 23:18:49 GMT -5
LOL, the random hillbilly was funny!! This was good update!! I enjoyed it!!
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Feb 10, 2010 15:59:23 GMT -5
Post by Amayasama on Feb 10, 2010 15:59:23 GMT -5
xD Psh, way to go to make them believe you crazy man who wants to kill a poor newscaster XD Priceless expression I can imagine Rob having right then ^^
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Feb 10, 2010 22:06:44 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 10, 2010 22:06:44 GMT -5
It might have been the last expression Rob had :o
Thanks again!
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"Kids these days!" protested the man in front of me. "It could be worse. At least they're not burning the woods down, eh?" replied another man near the front of the crowd. "It's the principle of the matter!" barked back the man from before. "And what's that principle?" "That they're annoying!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Unfortunately, the man must've heard me. "Something funny, kid?" "Err - no, I ju-" I stammered out. "Just? Just what? Just keep your mouth to yourself." "Uh, sure." Of course, I had more I wanted to say to him, but he was too snappy to mess with. So, I just turned from the crowd and slipped away. 'Jeez, some people,' I thought to myself.
As if I conjured up a jerk-summoning spell, Chad and his crony came around a corner up ahead. 'Craap. Alright, I just turn right and they won't s-' "Hey, Aiden! 'Sup?" Chad called. Well, this is gonna suck. "Look, Chad, could you just leave me alone? I'm going home anyway." "Lookit you! Thinkin' you have a choice!" replied Chad. "Yeah!" added Matt. "Great contribution, idiot." I snapped. ... Did I just say that out loud?
The next thing I knew, a fist was in my stomach, and the air was out of my lungs. I heard Chad cackling as I tried to catch my breath. "Man, you're a riot, y'know that?" "If you thought before you spoke, you'd be able to breathe right about now." Matt reminded me. Okay, that was a more intelligent response. Good thing I couldn't breathe though; I'd probably have said that too. "Alright, alright," Chad began. "I'll give you about three seconds to catch your breath, then I want you to tell me why we shouldn't hit you some more." Oh, fantastic. I'm sure that by then, I'll have a whole persuasive essay to preach to him. "Three!" he yelled out. Before I could get a word out, he pulled his leg back, and struck it full force into my ribcage. All I could do was cough. I could feel my abdominal region tighten, an involuntary action brought in by pain. What's worse is that, at this moment, Chad began circling me, as if he was looking for an open spot, a weak spot. "Do you know the one thing I hate most about you?" he questioned. Figuring that it'd be worse if I didn't answer, I managed to spit out "That I'm taller than you?" If he's going to hit me, I might as well deserve it.
He drove his foot into my ribs once more. "No. It's that you're weak." This time, I couldn't get a word out. "It's that you don't know your place." Chad explained. "But... that's two things." I found myself being able to say. I swear, it's like this sort of thing just falls out of my mouth on its own. A look of annoyed bewilderment came across Chad's face. "I'm through trying to talk to you. Matt, break his teeth or something." ordered Chad. Boy, he couldn't' have told them to do something nice, huh? Oh, and just look at 'im. He looks happy. At least, that looks like a happy smile.
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Notice how no one seems to care about the hill billy? Or the mugging? :v
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Feb 10, 2010 22:44:20 GMT -5
Post by natalie on Feb 10, 2010 22:44:20 GMT -5
Yeah, I've noticed that!! Another great update
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Feb 11, 2010 9:54:57 GMT -5
Post by Amayasama on Feb 11, 2010 9:54:57 GMT -5
D< How dare no one help him! >> All those people too, even adults, hpmh >< Jerks!
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Feb 11, 2010 17:44:46 GMT -5
Post by MoonStarNinja4 on Feb 11, 2010 17:44:46 GMT -5
Oh that's nice, no one sees him being beat up right behind them... -_-
Great update!
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Feb 12, 2010 0:04:04 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 12, 2010 0:04:04 GMT -5
Maybe there was a really, really interesting commercial?
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My feet were dangling over the much-too-small twin-sized bed, but that was the least of my worries. Along with my ribs, bruised badly at the very least, I had a few knots on top of my head, and my legs hurt for reasons I can't quite remember. They missed my teeth by a long shot.
It was about half an hour since I woke up in the same street that I met Chad and his buddy in. All I could remember was bits and pieces of some speech, and that the other guy did the majority of the beating-up thing. I also woke up near a thick stick that I assume was used to aid them.
Oi vey, I hurt all over. What time is it? The bed and I groaned in sequence as I shifted to take a look at the clock I had set up on my nightdesk. 9:32. Well, that just can't be right. Wait, was that a bird chirping? I slowly gathered myself and shambled over to my window. After drawing the curtains away, the light that shone through still caught my eye and made me squint. It was... 9:32 in the morning? I looked back to my clock in disbelief. Oh, no. It wasn't. It was 9:33 in the morning. How the heck did I manage to walk home without noticing the sun was out? Jeez, I must really be out of it.
Then it hit me. Today was Friday. And I'm missing school right now. Before this, I had perfect attendance. "No, no, no-" I spoke out. Here I am, wearing yesterday's clothing - which were probably filthy - not to mention, my face felt sore. Maybe they did get a few swings on it. Whatever the case, I needed to rush. I definitely needed a change, and a shower. I tried my best to run to my closet, but my legs simply weren't having it. Ignoring what my body was yelling at me, I paced myself to the closet. I opened it up, and took a look inside. There wasn't anything special, of course. I'm not much into fashion, and I prefer something that's comfortable over anything else. But that's really not my main concern right now. I don't care if it's comfortable or not, looks cool or not, I just need to grab something. I pulled out a dark khaki shirt, jeans, and underwear, then made my way as quickly as I could to the shower. It was right across the hallway from my room, but the pulsating throbs coming from my legs slowed me down considerably. I stumbled into the bathroom, catching myself on the sink, which also showed me that my right shoulder was sore as well. I slowly picked myself up, and caught my own gaze at the mirror.
To put it mildly, I looked like hell. There was a very large sore on my left cheek, my right eye was slightly blackened, and my hair was about as disheveled as... well, as something that's very disheveled. There were bits of pieces of pieces of bits clinging to my clothing and sticking out of my hair, and my clothing was dirtied beyond recognition. Yet again, I gotta say, they totally missed my teeth.
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Feb 12, 2010 0:25:00 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 12, 2010 0:25:00 GMT -5
Quick shortie!
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I could only stare slightly slack jawed at the thing in the reflection. He didn't look a whole lot like me. He looked much more like someone who got the hell beaten out of him. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and moaned as I lifted it up, the motion only awakening more sore muscles. Once it was off my shoulders, I got a good look at the damage done. Bumps and bruises littered my abdominals. Despite that, it surprisingly didn't hurt to breathe. I wracked my head, trying to remember how I got like this, but my memory was foggier than the bay after a stormy night. I took another survey of my frame, only to find it just as beaten as before. Like I thought it was a bad dream, and it'd be fine on the second look.
What was I rushing for? Why was I so worked up about my perfect attendance, when all it'd get me was another day with a school filled with people who couldn't even care about my well being? Which made me think further, why didn't anyone help me? I remember being not too far away from a crowd, whatever it gathered for. But still, that many people, and not one of them did anything? Or helped me after I was knocked unconscious? And then it hit me. Not why no one helped, but what the crowd was for. There was that announcement - the woods. Dularow. I had planned on going there to see if I could find the source of the lights, but they said it was some group of kids. It wasn't anything supernatural. But that wouldn't change my mind. It was my escape! I knew that I wasn't going to run into something, but just getting away from it all for the weekend would be more than enough of a pick-me-up to to make up for a lousy day.
That's it. I'm going.
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Feb 12, 2010 14:48:35 GMT -5
Post by Amayasama on Feb 12, 2010 14:48:35 GMT -5
Gasp! He's going to the woods ;3; But I can't help but feel really bad about what bullies are doing to him D: I hope the woods cures him somehow or teaches him karate moves XD
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Feb 13, 2010 0:38:10 GMT -5
Post by natalie on Feb 13, 2010 0:38:10 GMT -5
Yahoo, the mystery thickens!
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Feb 13, 2010 2:40:10 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 13, 2010 2:40:10 GMT -5
Forget school for today, the time will be better spent packing. I'll be gone before the other kids even get back from school. It was at that moment that I caught a whiff of myself. "Jeez!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Who'd have thought that lying on the ground like a corpse made you smell like a corpse? Well, at least I'm in the right place for getting rid of the stink.
About forty five minutes later, I was done with my shower and in new clothing. My showers hardly ever last half that long, but with my body feeling as awful as it did, it considerably longer time. And I must admit, the warm water was soothing to the bruises I had. At any rate, it was packing time. I knew that backpacks were out of the question, with my right shoulder in the shape it was in. So, that left duffel bags, which was perfect, since I had one that was normally used for collecting dust. I dragged myself over to the closet, an action made much easier after the shower. I grabbed two sets of clothing, and stuffed them into the duffel bag conveniently at the foot of my closet. I slung the now half-packed bag over my shoulder and walked across my room over to a bookcase. I didn't plan on packing any books - the bookcase was filled with random odds-and-ends rather than books.
I peered over my shoulder to the clock on my night desk. 11:11. If it were twelve hours ago, I'd have made a wish. But it wasn't, and all there was to do at the moment was to pack. I pulled open the second from the topmost drawer, revealing a clutter of metallic objects. I reached in and tossed around the useless things lying inside, in an attempt to find what I was looking for. "Ahh, there it is." I noted. It was a mess kit, containing a cup, a pot and pan, and a plate. It was all that remained from my old Boy Scout days.
I closed the drawer and slid open the third from the top. This one had nothing more than hats. Which were, for me, another thing to collect. After a moment of calculating, I decided on the knitted one. I wasn't sure how the weather would be, but I knew that being prepared never hurt anyone. What was the Boy Scout saying? "Be prepared"? Not an imaginative group, I'll say.
Lastly, I closed up the drawer, stood up to my full height, and drew open the top one. Lying within, atop a dark green cloth, was a sheathed knife. It had been given to me by my father before his job required him to move from city to city, state to state. I carefully lifted the blade, and held it in front of my eyes. I then slowly unsheathed it, squinting slightly when the light's reflection glared into my eyes. It wasn't impressive, and it sure wasn't pretty looking. I don't know quite exactly where he got it from, but I do remember that it looked old even when he gave it to me. There wasn't anything special about it, no designs along the hilt, and the blade itself was simply a blade, dulled by years of use, from - I imagined - my father, and myself. But I just needed something that'd work. I didn't need to look glorious while cutting sticks. After stuffing all these things into the duffel, I took stock in my head. I had enough clothing for two days, my mess kit, a hat, and a knife. I was ready.
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Feb 13, 2010 3:51:09 GMT -5
Post by whisperer on Feb 13, 2010 3:51:09 GMT -5
I slung the shoulder strap to the bag over my good shoulder, said goodbye to the plants, and left the house. My legs were still throbbing, so walking down the stairs leading down the street in front of my house was more of a fall than anything else. But the momentum of the swinging bag kept me from meeting the ground once more. I'd gotten to know the ground well enough last night, and a second encounter wouldn't be appreciated. After standing abruptly straight to stop my forward motion, in fear that I could end up making the concrete acquaintance, I attempted to calm myself. I was a little excited about leaving, and my body wasn't having any of my mind's energy. Relax. Take it easy. Alright, where was I?
I took one stiff step forward before hearing a call. "Aiden!" No. No, no. "Aiden, ya moron! I'm talkin' to you!" sneered Chad. For the love of... It was him. I spun on my heels and got a look at the menace behind me. He was about fifteen feet from me, and alone. "Wh-what do you want?" "I just wanted to see how you were doing." replied Chad, in mock concern. "You didn't come to school today, so I faked a cough just to get out myself, and see how my buddy was doin'."
What is with this guy? As if physically beating me wasn't bad enough, he played hooky, just to mess with me? "L-look, whatever you want, just leave me alone." "Aiden! By that lug you got there, I'd say you were running away. You're not thinkin' of skippin' town, are ya?" Chad inquired, obviously ignoring me. "It's-" "Yeah, I'm gonna kick you in the face now." he interrupted.
This guy's a schizo; that's the only explanation for it. Wait, why am I diagnosing this guy when he just threatened me? My eyes widened in anticipation as he slowly put one foot forward, paused for a second, grinned, then charged at me. I quickly pivoted my feet, and broke into a dash that had my legs threatening to secede from my hips. I knew it hurt to run, but whatever this guy had planned would undoubtedly be worse. As if on cue, I heard a cackle from behind, emitting itself from Chad's mouth. "You're dead when I cat-" While he was busy spitting this quip out, I took the time to formula a plan. With the condition I was in, there was no way I could outrun the guy. But, there was a trashcan a few paces ahead. Pulling a move directly from the movies, I yanked it to the ground as I ran past, providing an obstacle for my pursuer. Maybe if he wasn't busy flapping him gum, I'd have heard the end to that sentence, and his face would probably hurt a whole lot less. I could hear the smack of it meeting the same concrete I got to know last night, as he tripped over the trashcan.
I grinned to myself, in a bit of amazement that it actually worked. The grin was soon removed from my face, as I heard the much less welcoming sound of quick footsteps from behind. He was up, and he was up fast. "Oh, you're in for it!" was all he shouted. I knew that I was. If this guy catches me, I'm de - wait! Another idea popped into my head. Not too far from here was The Cliff. It was directly off the streets, and led to about a ten foot drop, and ended in nothing but bushes. Even Chad wasn't stupid enough to jump off it, but I was desperate enough to.
I took a sharp breath, and ran towards The Cliff. It almost instantly came into view, being about three hundred or so feet away. But I wasn't entirely sure that I could run that far, much less run that far before Chad caught up to me. "I'm gonna catch you!" Chad shouted. "And when I do-" I guess he didn't plan on finished that sentence. He was probably saving his energy, for the whole "catching me" thing. Two hundred feet. Sweat trickled into my eye. To say my breathing was labored would be an understatement. And to make matters worse, my legs were almost audibly screeching at me. One hundred feet. Almost there.
Chad made an attempted to grab at me. I could feel his fingertips just grazing my shirt, leaving me in shock that he caught up that far, that fast. I burst into an all-out sprint, closing the distance between The Cliff and myself, and creating some from Chad. Ten feet. I turned to the railings blocking the drop to the bottom of The Cliff. Drawing a deep breath, I lurched forward and got a grip on it. Right as I heard the scuffle of Chad's dash towards me, I threw one leg over and mentally prepared myself. 'Well, it's all downhill from here...'
I leaned forward, and began free falling. "You're an idiot!" I heard Chad exclaim from above me. Thanks for pointing out the obvious,' I thought to myself as my clothing, hair, and insides were all forced upwards by the gravity. Acting on a quick thought, I grabbed onto my bag with my left hand, pulled it to my left side, and tilted myself in that direction. As soon as I did this, I felt the pressure of myself hitting the bushes hard. Luckily, they absorbed the brunt of the impact, a fact only proved by the sounds of all sorts of cracking coming from the bush. A few moments after I landed, the opposite pressure tossed me off the bush and tumbled me a few feet away from it.
I landing soundly on my back, and the air in my lungs all escaped from them, leaving me finally on solid ground, but out of breath. In hindsight, that could've been a whole lot worse. I didn't bang up my neck at all, and the bag even helped to take some of the fall when I landed on me back. After lying on the ground for a good minute, I managed to catch my breath, and finally get a bearings on where I was. My eyes opened themselves, as soon as they were done being tightly shut from the sharp pains shooting through me. I focused slowly on my surroundings.
Above me were coloring tree leaves, a good amount of them falling. It was dazzling. A swirling spectacle of colors, all brought in by each solitary leaf. I blinked and groaned simultaneously as I began the act of standing up. I shifted my weight to the left and lifted my right leg, planting the right foot to my left. I then turned to my stomach, set my left hand and foot on the ground, and lifted my body. I was up, and took another look around. It was just as breathtaking. Directly in front of me, there was a winding path that most likely led to some campsite. But what filled this path was what got me. The floor didn't seem visible, as it was all overlapped by a sheet of leaves, sticks, and moss. Nature's true nature seemed to say that she really didn't like dirt. Smirking to myself at my own comment, and forgetting all about the chase only minutes ago, I took off into a hike on the path. This is where the fun finally begins.
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Even mice think Chad's lines are too cheesy :v
Anyway! I'm not too sure about the "fun" beginning, but this is definitely where it all picks up.
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Post by Amayasama on Feb 13, 2010 14:00:58 GMT -5
xD Wow Chad's like a freakin' bulldozer! Though I have to say I'm still worried about Aiden ;3; I wonder how much abuse his body can really take!
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