frowgboy
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Post by frowgboy on Mar 16, 2010 23:19:40 GMT -5
"ah... sure" said Mashuga with a wide grin on his face, he had never had coffee before, his mom insisted that caffeine was bad for you. When Neil didn't respond Mashuga stared at him, and noticed that Neil's eyes were looking at nothing. Mashuga poked Neil saying, "sir?"
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 17, 2010 7:03:28 GMT -5
"She was so beautiful...", Neil trailed off. His eyes misting as he stood staring at nothing, or maybe something only he could see. Mashuga couldn't be sure at this point. All he knew was he wanted to leave this place. Neil shook himself from his trance with a shuddering sigh and turned back toward what might have one day passed for a kitchen. It was old, no microwave but an ancient looking stove stood against one dilapidated wall seeming to hold it up. The two plain brown counter tops with cabinets underneath gave the impression of holding the stove in it's place. The man dug around in an upper cabinet and produced an old coffee maker and some coffee that appeared to be older than the man himself. Mashuga didn't even recognize the brand name.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 19, 2010 12:44:01 GMT -5
Mashuga looked around and sat at a small, rounded table. After more digging in the cabinet, Neil placed two thick mugs on opposite ends of the tiny table and took a seat in the other chair. A few moments of silence passed, save for the unsteady drip of the coffee maker. "So," Neil finally said, "How about we get acquainted?" The man held his old, strong hand towards him introducing himself for the first time.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 19, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -5
"I'm Neil, and you are?" "Mashuga," said the boy. He stared at the old man for a little while, wondering how much he should reveal about himself. After a few moments, he decided that instead of revealing anything, he would instead ask the old man a few questions.
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Post by varalidaine on Mar 21, 2010 0:15:29 GMT -5
Mashuga looked into the old man's eyes. Experiences had deeped and darkened them, though there was a slight hint of curiosity. Questions ran through Mashuga's mind, none of which were very appropriate for him to ask at the moment. He decided to save those questions for next time they talked, if there was a next time. Mashuga couldn't help but hope that there wouldn't be, shuddering as the smell of the ancient coffee hit his nose. Finally, a question excaped his lips. "Why are you living in the dump, anyways?" He regretted it as soon as the words left his throat.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 21, 2010 0:24:12 GMT -5
Neil stared hard into his eyes. His peaceful expression had soon turned to a sort of concealed anger. "This dump, as you call it, happens to be my home, " He said in a fixed tone, " But since you asked, " he continued, " I live here due to circumstances set by an incident so many years ago. " Neil paused taking in a breath, " You don't look like much yourself," he remarked, noting Mashuga's stained shirt and ripped jeans.
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Post by varalidaine on Mar 21, 2010 13:52:23 GMT -5
Mashuga looked down at his dirty clothes, slightly offended. He'd had this shirt for years, it had been with him through it all. The divorce, his mother's constant boyfriends, his father's lack of concern for his "other child". Then there was the jeans, he couldn't remember when he'd ripped them, or perhaps he'd bought them ripped. He couldn't remember, all he knew was that these were both his favorite things to wear. Mshuga looked up at the old man and opened his mouth to defend the honor of his apparel.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 22, 2010 0:12:08 GMT -5
"Just because my close are tattered and worn doesn't mean..." thinking about what he was saying, Mashuga decided to stop himself. He looked about as much of a dump as the house the old man lived in. "I'm sorry, it's just..." he started to explain to the old man.
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 23, 2010 14:04:04 GMT -5
A rough bark errupted from the old man and a smile crossed his face pulling his dour look into something not all together unpleasant. Mischeif danced in his eyes. "Seems I hit not only a nerve, but a lesson to boot", Neil said with a smug smile on his face. "Well looks like we understand each other a little better now. The reason is I've always lived here. I know it looks like a rat heap, but it is still my home and the city has yet to condemn it. Tell you what, boy. I haven't had anyone around in a while to talk to, and you seem like the kind that likes to listen and has a little more in his head than stuffing. How about we strike a deal. I'll show you around this place, tell you of my days in the war, all that old man stuff, and you supply me with a young back to help out around here. What do you say?"
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 23, 2010 23:27:03 GMT -5
Mashuga thought over Neil's request carefully. He had never been too great with lifting, although judging by his surprising display outside, Mashuga guessed that's not what Neil was asking for. Nevertheless the old man's promise of stories intrigued him, not because of what they were about, but because it was likely a tale worth telling. Just like a dusty book found in the very back shelf of an ancient library, so did Neil's eyes sit before him with such wonder. "That sounds like a fair deal." Mashuga replied.
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frowgboy
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Post by frowgboy on Mar 24, 2010 21:17:57 GMT -5
chime chime chime chime chime chime chime chime chime "Ho ho, would ya look at the time, its already 9:00" Neil said as a rather old rather loud clock chimed its ninth chime. "you should probably be getting home before mom worries to much, aye?" and as he said it Mashugo's face went from awe to worry. "Sorry i cant stay longer, id love to here some of your stories, but i really must be going..." with a laugh Neil said, "come back any time my boy" and then mushuga rushed out the door, and ran home. hopefully he doesnt get yelled at to much Neil thought with a laugh.
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Post by varalidaine on Mar 25, 2010 19:15:35 GMT -5
Mashuga wasn't worried about his mother, she was probably out on another date with some guy who smells like too much cologne and smiles a lot. Cringing at the thought of another man in the house, he began to wish he could just continue down the street and never turn into his house. Never walk back through the door and hear his mother in another argument with the smiling cologne guy. Never hear her cry over his father. Sighing, mashuga gave up the idea and dutifully climbed through the window into his dark room.
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 26, 2010 3:09:52 GMT -5
The next morning was a beautiful Saturday. The temperature had risen early on in the morning. Mashuga had a dreamless sleep but upon waking he had only one thought on his mind. Go and find Neil. He dressed quickly in some of his shabbier clothes remembering his promise to help out around the old house, and rushed downstairs for a quick bite before taking off. Toast jammed in his mouth and OJ in his hand, he quickly ducked out of the house before his mother woke, not wanting any arguements from her. He grabbed a loaf of bread and some peanut butter remember the anicent coffee and not wanting to be stuck without a snack. Shoving it all in his backpack, he walked out the back door and out into the sunlight. Choosing a merry tune, he whistled as he strolled down the street toward Neil's house.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 26, 2010 17:57:49 GMT -5
The neighborhood seemed less significant than the night before, mainly due to the sun shining down on the run-down houses. Mashuga continued down the same street as before, starting to recognize different landmarks and finally Neil's house, but something was wrong. A cop car was resting on the side of the road in front of the old dilapidated porch.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 26, 2010 17:59:51 GMT -5
The neighborhood seemed less significant than the night before, mainly due to the sun shining down on the run-down houses. Mashuga continued down the same street as before, starting to recognize different landmarks and finally Neil's house, but something was wrong. A cop car was resting on the side of the road in front of the old dilapidated porch.
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Post by varalidaine on Mar 26, 2010 18:08:32 GMT -5
Orange juice splashed to the ground as his glass shattered to pieces. Mashuga's feet refused to move, his whole body had seemed rooted in place. He remained standing there, curious as to what was happening, but scared to find out. Finally, after what seemed like forever, his feet began to move. The walk to the house seemed almost dream like, as if he wasn't really there. Just watching a kid that looked similar to himself walk towards a ruined house. Then he saw the ambulance.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 26, 2010 20:37:12 GMT -5
He turned from walking to running, getting to his house faster than he knew he could. A paramedic came out of the house and opened the ambulance doors to get in. "What happened?" Mashuga asked the man completely out of breath.
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 28, 2010 2:28:09 GMT -5
"Are you a relative?" The paramedic asked. "No...I...it's..." Mashuga stuttered as his tongue grew dry and thick in his mouth "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to stand back." the man said as he deftly pulled the stretcher from the back of the ambulance and started wheeling it to the house. The world was a space of infinite time as he stared blindly at the front door waiting a mere instant to see the paramedic with the aid of two others roll the stretcher back out with a white blanket cover the entire body upon it. Small red smudges appeared near the sides and the head where the technicians had touched the blanket. From the lack of red on the white sheet over the body, Mashuga could only guess the fatal injury to Neil was on his back, or too old and congealed to affect sheet any longer.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 28, 2010 2:33:15 GMT -5
A police officer walked out of the house, clipping his walkie talkie back to his belt before he noticed Mashuga standing in the way. He spoke up as soon as the officer turned his attention towards him. "Please, sir... what happened?" Mashuga said almost to tears.
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Post by Benyamin on Mar 30, 2010 20:52:23 GMT -5
The police officer looked at the boy with a weary gaze. "Do you know this man?", he asked. "N-not very well, sir", Mashuga stuttered out. The officer looked him over, sizing him up. "Well then, I suppose if you care this much, we can give you a ride to the hospital. As for what happened, we're not entirely sure. From what our paramedics could gather, the man overused the muscles in his back and ripped open an old knife wound. We got a call early this morning to come to this location, but nobody was here when we arrived except for the man. He should live, since he has appeared to have kept himself healthy over the years, but there is a chance that he won't, due to the size of the reopened scab. Can you tell me his name, son?" "His name was Neil, sir", Mashuga said, with obvious relief in his voice. In that second, Mashuga saw something in the officer's eyes; an ounce of recognition, but in a flash, his face resumed its stoic, impassive look.
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