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Post by DIANA RICHARDSON on Aug 16, 2010 19:59:58 GMT -5
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You'd think that between working at Yum Cha Chinese, and living in a city where a significant percentage of its residents are recent immigrants from South East Asia, and where the freaking Chinese new year is celebrated each year, she'd pick up some languages. But no. Diana is incompetent like that.
Diana did know better, though, that speaking louder didn't help anything. Instead, she slowly repeated herself. It wasn't as it Peanut butter wasn't unheard of. Just less common than the salty, bitter yeast paste that Australians seemed to like. "Peanut. Butter. Not Vegemite." She shook her head, pointing at the kraft jar the woman held, indicating that she didn't want it.
The woman, finally giving up, yelled something, causing Diana to jump; startled. A younger girl emerged from the back of the store, slipping between a few of the over shelved, disorganized rows. "Mama?" The girl, who appeared to be about Diana's age, adressed the older woman. Again, the lady made gestures at Diana, speaking quickly. Nodding, the girl said something back, and apparently appeasing her mother, the older woman left, muttering to herself. "Can I help you?" she asked in broken english. "Yes." Diana said, relieved. "Do you guys have Peanut Butter? Skippy, Jiff, Peter Pan..." she asked hopefully.
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Post by KYLE CALDWELL on Aug 17, 2010 14:16:13 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TERRIFIED OF WHAT'S INSIDE,to save his life, he crawls like a worm from a bird.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -In the dark, there was a voice. A voice that spoke, and Kyle guessed it was talking to him. But he couldn't hear what it was saying, which freaked him out. Behind the voice he could make out noises of grating, slicing, chopping... Almost like kitchen sounds, but there was a menacing tone to these noises. They scared him. Then, a scream. Loud, pained, and scared. It grated against Kyle's nerves, and he felt the need to run to that person and comfort them, to make it all okay. But he couldn't see. Couldn't feel anything, except cold. A terrible chill was seeping under his skin, slipping, sliding... Shooting. Medicine. Or something. It was cold, terribly cold. It numbed him, and soon, he couldn't feel a thing. But he could move, Kyle could move. Feel. Hear. Touch. Taste. Breathe. That was important. At least he thought it was. Slowly, he started to lose his grip on the world. There was the scream again, and the voice. Struggling against his constraints, he tried to reach them. Kyle tried to shout out to the voice, but couldn't. There was a thick sensation in his throat. Then, a metal door banged shut. And finally, before all went dark in Kyle's mind, there was one, final, terrible, shriek.
Kyle awoke from his nightmare with a start, his heart hammering in his chest. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, and a few drips trickled down the side of his face. Around his face his straight, black hair was disheveled and awry. Eyes wide in surprise, he looked at his surroundings. An alley. Great. It was slimy, grimy, scattered with garbage, and smelled like a sewer. Wrinkling his nose, he started to stand up, trying his best to move as slowly and smoothly as possible. Any sudden movement would set off his body aches, and he didn't want that - even though he knew that they would come eventually.
Once he was standing straight, Kyle looked up at the sky. He didn't have a watch, let alone a decent pair of clothes. In dismay, he realized that it was around noon, probably after it. That would explain some of the sweat covering his body, but a lot of that sweat was also from his nightmare. It got pretty damn hot in Darwin during the day, and all Kyle had for bottoms were skinny jeans. Not the best way to start off a new life.
After picking up his black backpack, which held all his possessions, he started to walk out of the alley towards the street. Hm... He thought to himself. No body pains... That was odd. Kyle always got full-out body aches whenever he woke up, which were a pain in the ass. But as soon as he got out to the street, he realized he was in trouble. He had gotten himself right into the bad part of town. In one ear, Kyle heard people fighting, and a gunshot far off. Geez. It was only noon and people were already killing each other? Off to the other side, Kyle heard a car honk, people scream, and crunching metal. That wasn't stereotypical at all.
Rolling his eyes, Kyle turned around and walked as fast as possible to the other street. It looked better than the previous one, which was quite an improvement. The streets were nearly deserted, and he walked across the street and onto yet the next street over. It was brighter out on that street and there were a lot more people. That could be a really bad thing, if he was in the open and his aches hit. He started to walk down the street, and as he did, his legs started to throb. Crap. The farther he walked, the more painful the throbbing was. Eventually, as he was looking through store windows in longing, the throbbing moved to his abdomen. Hunched over in pain and gasping, he looked for a drugstore. He found one, and stumbled through the door.
Holding onto the store shelves for support, Kyle looked in the pill aisle, and found a huge bottle of painkillers that was roughly the size of a peanut butter jar. Quickly, he ran to the counter as well as he could. The lady at the cash-register gave him a weird look, but Kyle ignored it as best as he could and took the pills as soon as the woman was done glaring at him. Back out on the street, he ran to the closest alley, not before looking at the street sign. Smith St.
Once Kyle had ducked into the alley, he began to take the top off of the bottle of pills, but immediately intense pain overtook his legs, abdomen, arms, and hands. Yelling in pain and surprise, he crumpled to the ground, dropping the bottle of pills. It rolled out of the alley and into the sidewalk, where it settled into a crack between the pavement.
Kyle's body was shaking, and his eyes were tearing up. He was in unbearable pain, and he needed those pills before he blacked out. Otherwise, he would have another insufferable nightmare because of his pain. Crumpled on the ground, everything seemed unreal. Things were swirling, with his one eye, that he could only see shadows with, things were distorted and looked misleading. Kyle couldn't tell anything apart, with the street and the sky melding together, and the buildings twisting and turning. Windows flashed, people looked like ghouls, and one came up to him. Their face was gashed and destroyed in his eyes, and he let out a piercing scream, writhing and lashing out towards the person. They scampered away, and Kyle took a deep breath, a weak attempt to calm himself.
Trying to establish friend from foe was difficult, especially when his foe could be any immobile object. Squinting, he crawled towards the street, reaching for his pills. He needed to get them before it went dark. And it was getting dark, fast. "God, please. Please..." He cried, tears breaking out on his face. And right as his fingers were about to grasp the pill bottle, a man, who was dressed in a suit and looked like he was very impatient, walked by and kicked the pill bottle farther down the side walk. "Wha-" Kyle started, but he was interrupted by more pain, mixed with insane hunger. Time to feed the patient. But he couldn't get food. He couldn't get his pills. He couldn't do anything. As he was trying to think, another huge wave of pain wracked his body, and he let loose a bloodcurdling scream of pure agony. As he writhed, he saw people pull out their cellphones, calling for help, no doubt. But, he saw one person, who looked different. A girl, he thought.
Kyle looked up at her, his face covered in tears of pain. "Please. You have to... help... me." He gasped out, pointing absentmindedly towards the pills, his eyes barely seeing anything. Stinging pain resonated in the palms of his hands, and he looked at his palms, which were scraped and bruised from his fall. And as he opened his mouth to scream again as another pain wracked his body, everything went dark.
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Post by DIANA RICHARDSON on Aug 19, 2010 14:09:27 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One of Diana's familiar headaches was forming; pounding in the temples of her head. They happened all the time, expecially in bright light, such as the sun, and in intense heat. You'd think that someone who had those problems wouldn't be living in Darwin, or even Australia for that matter, and would at least go and see a doctor, but the truth is, she didn't have the money to move, nor money to see a head doctor to get her head checked out.
Rooting around in her large purse, she tried to find the bottle of Advil she typically had, but none such pharmaceuticals met her finger tips. Pausing irritably, she rummaged around in the bag, but nothing of use touched her searching palm. Where the hell were her pills? She always carried them!
Swearing to herself, Diana checked again, but all that met her fingers was pocket junk. A few australian bills, an american ten dollar, a hair clip, a few hair bands, the jelly and peanut butter, a seashell, and for some, god knows, reason a bright, neon green golf ball. No advil, tylenol, or motrin. Not even a stray pill. There was a bliddy golf ball in her bag, but not a single brain deadening, pain numbing drug.
Shucking off her cardigan, because it was beastly hot, and she shouldn't have been wearing anything similar. Even in the middle of winter, not one should wear anything like it. The fabric was thin, but warm and soft, and frankly uncomfortable. Pausing in the shade of an alley way, she balled the sweater and shoved it into the bag.
The blue dress that she was wearing was short, coming just above the middle of her thighs. Diana's now bare shoulders reveled in the lack of confinement due to the sweater. She was worried, though, that her pallid skin might get a really bad sunburn. And Diana was pretty sure that she didn't have any sunscreen, or sunblock in that bottomless purse of hers.
Walking a bit further, she heard someone crying out. Diana used to live in a city, in Maryland, and was pretty well aquainted with homeless people. Eventually, a lot of them go whack. Well, a little more than whack. Crazy weirdos.
This one seemed to be in some hallucination, with god, or something like that. Continuing to walk towards the noise, because that was the way back to her apartment, Diana glanced down the dark, dank alley way.
A boy, probably about her own age was writhing in agony, his face screwed up with suffering. He must have been delirious, or something. Or couldn't find any drugs, and was detoxing. That was possibility. Confused, she paused. It wasn't like she'd never seen a homeless person raving about needing drugs... but this was interesting. Not interesting. But certainly captivating. Like a bad car crash, where you can't turn your eyes away.
Everyone else was hurrying past, not looking back at the guy, continuing their phone conversations, continuing their shopping, whatever they were doing at the moment, the guy writhing down the one alley way; where it was dark and dangerous looking, wasn't part of their schedule. He, and his ravings wasn't going to affect their day, ruin their afternoon.
If she'd had a mobile, Diana might have called the police, or an ambulance or something, but the cellular company had long since cut off her phone, because she'd been unable to pay the bills that they demanded.
Starting to back away from the crazy guy, because there was obviously no way that she was going to be able to help the dude, Diana realised that the man was talking to her. "Please. You have to... help... me.". She looked behind her, but there was no one else he could possibly be talking to. "W- what?" she asked loudly.
He was pointing to something, his hands shaking violently. Bemused, she followed the indication of his hand. A large white bottle of... she couldn't see the brand, painkillers was stuck in a crack on the side walk. Scrambling over to them, she picked it up, "What, these? This?" she held them, confused.
Looking up, terrified, as he screamed. She looked around worriedly, half hoping that someone was going to come along and take care of the kid, so that she didn't have to. Well, it wasn't that she had to, but now that he'd spoken to her, she felt as though it was kind of her responsibility. Diana has a very weird sense of duty.
Turning back to the crazy kid, she was frightened, and startled to see that he'd passed out. From what? Pain? Maybe, he'd been in tears, and covered in sweat from agony. That was a possibility. Then again, if he was an addict, it could have just been him seeing things. That too, was a likely possibility. You get all kinds of people in Australia. It was, after all, originally populated by criminals.
The throbbing pain her head was increasing. If she hadn't been wary of whatever was really in the bottle of 'painkillers' she would have taken one, or more, dry swallowing them, because it was really getting out of hand. She was seeing spots, something she was used to. Reaching in her bag, she took out her sunglasses, slipping them on. It cut most of the glare and intensity of the bright sunlight, diminishing her migraine marginally.
Worried about the unconcious kid, she poked his cheek gingerly, setting the bottles of pills down as she got on her knees, trying to keep her distance, and still be able to poke him. "Hey." she said quietly. "Hey, dumbshit. I got your stupid pills." She raised her voice a little louder so that maybe he could hear her. Diana picked up the bottle, long fingers wrapping around it loosely, and shook it loudly; before setting it down on the concrete.
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Post by KYLE CALDWELL on Aug 22, 2010 12:48:04 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TERRIFIED OF WHAT'S INSIDE,to save his life, he crawls like a worm from a bird.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was dark again. Too dark. Unnaturally dark. The air was thick and smelled of rotting flesh. The stench seemed to float through the air like a thick mist with tendrils like fingers reaching out to Kyle, wrapping around his neck and into his lungs, gagging him. Choking, he ran blindly forward through the dark. He tripped over several things, which he did not want to know what they were. After running for what seemed like forever, something grabbed onto his ankle. Shouting in surprise, his body slammed into the ground. A loud crack erupted from his skull hitting concrete, and everything went black.
Kyle opened his eyes with a gasp, and he was assaulted by light. Way too much of it. The sun shone down into the alley where he was on the ground, covered in sweat. Frightened by the images that had just been in his head, he looked around. The girl he had talked to before was near him, and near her was his bottle of pills. Oh, sweet, merciful pills. They were his favorite candy. Of a sort. Quickly, before the pains could assault him again, he snatched up the pill bottle and tore off the cap. Kyle shook five pills into his hand and stuffed them in his mouth, swallowing fiercely. For five minutes he sat on the ground, eyes closed, waiting for the dull ache to recede. Once it started to fade away, he opened his eyes and looked at the girl. He couldn't tell too much about the color of her hair or skin, or clothes for that matter, due to his one eye that could only see shadows. But she seemed at least decent looking.
After clearing his throat a few times, Kyle stood up and wiped off his pants. It was awkward, he had to admit. For Christ's sake - she had just practically watched him have a freaking seizure. However, Kyle was trying to make it seem less awkward. Looking down at her, he cleared his throat yet again. "Erm... Thanks." Shoving one of his hands in his pocket, he reached down and grabbed the bottle of pills. Kyle studied the bottle, not even really paying attention to it. He just didn't know what the hell to say. "Hey, um. I'm Kyle." He muttered, holding out his hand to her. Thankfully he had wiped off his hand before offering it to her.
"Well, this is awkward." Kyle muttered under his breath. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, staring at the slimy texture of the street. After a bit, he looked towards the girl. Screwing up his eyes, he tried his best to focus on her features and figure out what was up with her. It was difficult, he had to admit, because of his one eye. First of all, it was hard for Kyle to determine colors. Most things he saw were of lower saturation than the rest of the world saw, and things were also a lot brighter. Which was strange, to him. Kyle never understood what was with his vision. All he knew was that his eyes were retarded.
After a bit, Kyle finally got his eyes to realize what he was looking at. First off, she was a girl. Well, that's not obvious at all. Secondly, Kyle noticed her eyes. Now, he couldn't tell completely what color they were, but he could tell that they were blue. No, not just blue. A vibrant, bright blue. The kind of blue that could fill the earth with happiness and leave everyone joyful. Woah. Where are you going with this, Kyle? Shaking his head slightly, he looked up at the sky. It was still bright, yes, but it was more tolerable now. And as he looked up at the sky, Kyle was trying to figure out his head. He thought this girl was pretty. He had nothing to stand for. He didn't know what happened to him. He doesn't know where his family is. Does he have a family? Who knows. Does he have a home? No one knows. Except his family. Which he can't find.
Yet, here he was. In some city in Australia. That was as much as he knew. Wait. He was from Australia, wasn't he? Well, that could be dealt with later. But why was he having these pains? Why couldn't he remember anything? That was beyond him. But for now, he was here. With this girl. Speaking of that girl, Kyle looked back down at her. Finally, he started to really take her in. She was dressed nicely, which made his entire outlook better. I mean, if she was a poor slut that lived on the streets she would probably rape him. However, she looked rich. Nice. With a short dress. That was a plus.
Kyle suddenly became aware of his hunger. Now that his pain was gone, hunger wracked his body. Gasping slightly, he wrapped his hands around his stomach and sank to the ground with a moan. Painkillers would not help him with his lack of food. "God." Kyle gasped, his eyes closing in frustration. Why couldn't anything good happen for once? "Hey, um..." He paused. "Do you have any... Food?" As he looked up, he noticed the girl had a bag. It was a Wonderbread bag. Bread was food. Quickly, he jumped forward and grabbed the bag. He ripped it open, and found the makings for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Perfect. There was food. This girl has food. Kyle couldn't contain himself. He started laughing, and a huge smile came onto his face.
Grabbing the bag of bread, he ripped off the twisty tie and tore it open. He was happy now. Kyle grabbed half the loaf of bread and stuffed three pieces into his mouth. After a while of chewing, he looked back at the girl, his cheeks all puffed up from the food in his mouth. Kyle felt a bit bad, true, but this girl had no idea what he was dealing with. "Phurrey." Kyle spat out. Luckily, no bits of food flew out along with the word which was supposed to be a "sorry."
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Post by DIANA RICHARDSON on Aug 24, 2010 14:23:06 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Diana could have totally, and should have totally, left the dude there, to wake up to his pills and be unable to rape her, or something. But instead, she stayed crouched on her knees, feeling the grime on her skin, and watched him with... interest.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he was relatively good looking. No. (Even though he was) He wasn't her type. Well, if emo, homeless guys are someone's type, she... really didn't want to meet that person.
But then again, she supposed, that had she met him under different circumstances, and had he not been covered in sweat, tears, and overall grime, she might have found him slightly attractive. Possibly. He had a kind face, and nice eyes, even when it was disgusting and sweaty.
When he gasped out loud, his eyes shooting open, she scrambled back from him; startled. Then he started towards her, which sent her stumbling more away from him, but he'd only wanted to the pills. Her heart was still pounding hard in her rib cage from fright.
This is the exact point where the fictional Diana gets to get up and a run away from the random hobo person. He was alive and swallowing down a handful of pills, so she didn't have to wait around and see what happens. Instead, the real Diana just watches with slight distaste as he gulped down the pills. She decided not to mention that taking that many pills is probably a really bad idea; that is, unless you're pmsing. Then go ahead, take as many as you want.
Then again, they might not have been pain killers. They totally could have been some drug of sorts. Would that make Diana an enabler? She'd just given them to him. Biting her lip, she hoped that the stupid things weren't illegal, or something. Then she wondered what kind of drug would be such a strong relaxant, but would cause you to have seizures if you didn't get them fast enough.
Once he'd finished sitting there, having just taken a ton of pills, he stood up, causing her to stand up, brushing off the ruffles and the butt of her dress. The stupid american wasn't completely brainless. He was standing, she was sitting, it put her in a much less powerful position. Still, standing, Diana stood a few inches shorter than he was anyways. She took off her sunglasses now, because it was hard to see his expression, due to him being in the shadow.
He was talking to her. Thanking her for giving him his drugs, in his awkward, wanting-to-be casual Australian accent. Again, under a different circumstance, she might have found his awkwardness cute and endearing, but she just thought it was rather strange. Now he was introducing himself. She didn't respond, didn't give her own name.
To which he said; "Well, this is awkward."; only making it that much more uncomfortable. He started to stare at her, probably in the same fashion that she'd been staring at him, until he shifted his gaze up to the sky. Why would you look at the sky, particularly at 11:30 in the afternoon. It would completely kill your eye sight. Or, at least screw it up.
She was adjusting the hold she had on her purse and bread, when Kyle started freaking out again, doubling over in pain. His face was screwed up again, and she was wondering if that was the pills taking affect. Serves him right, taking so many at once. But no, he was asking her if she had any food, as if she wasn't holding the bread so obviously. Otherwise, why the hell would she have any food on her? First pills, now food, what was wrong with this stupid kid? Then again, what was wrong with her? She was the one standing around watching this, fascinated. Diana really should have run long time ago. Stupid kid.
Now that he was freaking out again, she was considering leaving him to be helped by someone else, but he suddenly lunged at her. Throwing her arms up to protect her fact, and emitting a short, high pitched scream, Diana felt her purse and bread being wrenched out of her grasp. In shock, she stared at him as he ripped open her purse, exposing the peanut butter and jelly that she had put in there, and allowing a few coins, the bright green golf ball, and her sunglasses to fall out. He started to laugh hysterically, the mental psycho meter climbing steadily in Diana's mind.
Before she could yell at him, or even say anything, he stopped laughing, and started to shove hunks of bread in his mouth, not being at all cavilier about it, and attempting to chew, even though he had way too much shoved into his freaking mouth.
It wasn't until he tried to speak, to say who knows what, with his mouth so full of bread; it was disgusting, did she unfreeze, her mouth suddenly working. Azure-blue eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you?" she shrieked, her pale cheeks flushing a dark rouge with anger.
He'd dropped her purse when he started stuffing food into his mouth, and was within grabbing distance of her reach. Snatching it up, she whacked him in the side with it furiously, hoping that whatever was left in the bag was heavy enough to make him choke or something. She tried to help, stupidly, and this was what she got. Being attacked by some psycho, and having her bread stolen. At least she still had her peanut butter. That was a minor comfort.
Turning on her ballet flatted-heel, she stalked back out of the alley, back in to the blinding sun light, her hair dis-shelved, and her headache promptly returning, because her sunglasses had dropped in the alley way. "Jerk." was the worst name she could come up with in her suddenly shell shocked brain. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted the ballet flat on her right foot, which had come loose when she'd made her dramatic exit from the dark alley.
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Post by KYLE CALDWELL on Aug 25, 2010 11:28:29 GMT -5
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But before he could hold it out to her, the girl stormed off. Into the sun. Crap. Sunlight. Darkness was better, but... Oh well. Kyle didn't need this girl. He could do fine on his own. Now he had food, so he would be able survive for about... Three more hours. Well, that was a very minor comfort. Kyle looked down at the bread in his hands, swearing silently to himself. Why did he have to be such a douche? I mean, what was a little hunger? Ah, what was he kidding? It wasn't just a little hunger. It was insane hunger. And, what did that mean? Kyle had no clue. No clue what had happened to him, no clue what he was doing. No clue what he could do. After all, he was completely alone.
Actually, that wasn't absolutely true. Kyle wasn't all alone, there was still that girl. But, after all, would she really help him? He had stolen her bread. However, it looked like that girl had money on her. She could buy more bread. At least, he hoped so. For if she did help him, that girl would need to buy him more food. A loaf of bread could on last so long. Like, about 5 hours.
So, it was decided. Kyle had come to a conclusion, and that was to go after this girl. Explain to her what happened, give her her bread back, and maybe she could help him figure out what the hell was happening to him. Except, that seemed a bit hopeful. Who knows if this girl would even look at him after what he did. But, that was a bit extreme. For God's sake, it was just a loaf of bread! They don't cost that much. Grimacing, Kyle shoved one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bread, and heaved a sigh. Time to chase after a girl.
As Kyle was starting to leave the alley, he looked down and realized the girl had dropped her sunglasses. Yet another reason to chase after her. He bent down to pick them up, realizing that he had forgotten his backpack farther back in the alley. Sighing with slight frustration, Kyle ran back to grab it after picking up the sunglasses. Then, when he was walking out of the alley, he picked up the bright green golfball that she had also dropped, and proceeded onto the sidewalk. Now, he hadn't been keeping track of how long it had been since the girl had left. But, looking back at it, it seemed like it had been over 5 minutes. That means she would've gotten herself a good distance away from him. With good reason, too. Who would stay around a kid like Kyle? Especially after what she had witnessed.
Gathering up as much courage as he could muster, Kyle started his way down the sidewalk at a walk. People were walking slow. Too slow. Several times, he got stuck behind a group of people who were just strolling along, and Kyle had the urge to kick him. Couldn't they realize he had to catch that girl? Kyle smirked. "That" girl. She hadn't even had the courtesy to give him her freaking name. Some lady, she was. Shaking distracting thoughts out of his head, Kyle realized he probably wasn't going to catch her unless he picked up his pace. Groaning lightly, Kyle started running.
The sun was beating down on him as he ran, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. Black skinny jeans, hot weather, and running were NOT a very good combination. But he didn't let that get to his head - this girl had to help him. Kyle didn't know why, or even how, but he was going to force this girl to help him. Great plan, Kyle. How was that going to work? After all, you were with her for not even 10 minutes and she already ran away from you.
The farther he got down the street, the more his panic grew. Kyle couldn't see the girl anywhere amongst the throngs of people. He knew what he had to do, but... Well, this was going to be awkward, and he was definitely going to get a few stares after this. "HEY!" Kyle shouted out, already gathering a few people's looks. "HEY. HEY YOU! BREAD GIRL! YOU FORGOT YOUR SUNGLASSES! AND YOUR... GOLFBALL!" He screamed, his voice shattering the normal-ness of the happenings on the street as he ran. Way to make a spectacle of yourself, Kyle.
At last, Kyle saw the girl up ahead. Breaking into a spring, her ran around to face her about 5 feet away, stopping in his tracks. "You forgot your bread and your sunglasses. Oh, and your golfball." He panted, holding out the items to the girl. Standing there, he rested a bit. That was the most he had run in... Well, he wasn't sure the last estastic time he had run. But, hey. Maybe he would get in shape now, because the running was fun. It had created a kind of rush that made Kyle... Happy. So, he stood there grinning stupidly, his hair whipped around his face, drips of sweat rolling down his cheeks. He knew he looked like an absolute tard - but he didn't care.
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tags: diana/open lyrics: The Bird and the Worm by The Used. notes: I'm hungry. muse: terrible. words: 1032 outfit: MUSE.
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Post by DIANA RICHARDSON on Aug 27, 2010 17:39:57 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Walking rapidly away from that bizarre occurrence, Diana hurried back to her apartment. There was a small convenience store closer to it, and though she'd never been to it before, (it was kinda sketchy) she was sure that she could buy a loaf of bread without getting raped.
All around her, sounds were assaulting her ears, causing her headache to increase four fold. It was the lunch rush, at least; as far as she could tell. It was around twelve o'clock by now. Hundreds of honking cars, tires squealing as someone avoided hitting another. Typical. It wasn't until she heard someone screaming "HEY BREAD GIRL!" did she turn and pause, stunned. "YOU FORGOT YOUR SUNGLASSES! AND YOUR... GOLFBALL!" It was the hobo kid, sprinting full out, dashing in between people as he made his was progressively towards her, down the sidewalk. How he hasn't yet knocked someone over, she didn't know. People, though, were moving out of his way, so that may have been a contributing factor. The crazy looks they were giving him warned her a second before she realized he was talking to her. Bread girl? How unimaginative is that?
She'd only just made it to the business district, so there weren't any stores that she could duck into. She could turn around, maybe. No, that would be going in his direction. Swearing quietly to herself, she adjusted her hold on her purse again, allowing it to slip into the crook of her bony elbow.
So with that idea crushed by her location, she sped up, weaving in between people in an attempt to get away from the crazy kid. But wearing flats and having basically a straight path makes it hard to hide. Even with a bazilion people around her. They weren't much of a shield when they too were trying to avoid the crazy, seizure prone hobo. At least, thus far she was pretty sure he was a hobo. Then again, he didn't really dress like a hobo, what with those skinny jeans.
Another note: how the hell did he run so fast in those things? Maybe it was a feature in the guy skinny jeans, but she knew that her skinny jeans prevented her from going much faster than a jog. Not that she ran very fast in normal situations anyways.
He'd caught up with her, and then passed her. For a calming moment, she though he'd been chasing some other girl, or had maybe been screaming for no apparent reason. Or better yet, maybe hadn't seen her, and just kept going. But no. He was turning, stopping, a few feet in front of her.
He said something. "You forgot your bread and your sunglasses. Oh, and your golfball." He was saying, breathing heavily, but he also looked thrilled, and excited. At what, she didn't want to know. To her, he just looked a little sweaty, and had she just run a block or two, she wouldn't be grinning.
Her eyes widened at him, glancing at what he held in his hands. Indeed, he did hold her sunglasses, and even the neon golfball. He also held her bread.
She avoided looking at the other people on the street, who may or may not have heard his out burst. "Can I help you, Hobo Kid?" she demanded, her cheeks still pink. That was her making a joke, by the way. He'd called her 'Bread Girl', she figured it was only fair to call him by some other weird name. That is, she might have already forgotten that he'd already named himself. Kyle. Right. Diana had also forgotten that she hadn't introduced herself.
If it had been one of her guy friends, she might have found it amusing, even just a little bit, that they would run screaming down the street after her, earning them looks of worry and distaste from the others in the vicinity, but... he was random. He'd stolen her bread. He'd stalked her down. That wasn't just... a little bit annoying.
But, the tiniest of smirks was flickering on the bow edge of her mouth. It was a little bit funny that he'd chased after her, yelling like an idiot. Actually, it was a lot more than a bit funny. It was a lot funny. For a few moments, she tried to think of what it might have looked like to a spectator, and the small grin flickered again. But then she reminded herself that he'd stolen her bread, and her annoyance returned, her frown coming back to adorn her lips.
It wasn't that big of a deal, him stealing her bread, really, it probably wasn't. If he was hungry, she guessed he was, then fine, whatever. But he'd practically attacked. That was most likely what had set off her reaction. Diana isn't accustomed to people having seizures, gulping down pills, and lunging at her, only to take her bread. Not her money. Not to rape her. Not her multiple necklaces. None of that. Her 3 dollar bag of white bread. What the fuck was that?! No one has the money to buy the biggest jar of pills in the store; which by the way, cost at least ten dollars*, sometimes more, and not be able to buy himself... like, food. Unless he'd stolen them. Which, considering he'd stolen her bread, Diana wouldn't put it past him.
She really can't let it go. And to quote one of Diana's favourite authors; Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them. Thank you, Lemony Snicket.
Again, her headache was pounding in her skull. She could practically hear her pulse. Diana started walking again, wishing that she's taken her sunglasses back from him. "You give me headaches." she muttered, with one hand, rubbing the left temple on the side of her head. Her bracelets clinked on her thin wrists as she walked, the bouncing from her pace.
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KYLE CALDWELL
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I am... HOBO KID![ss:Numb?]
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Post by KYLE CALDWELL on Aug 28, 2010 10:06:50 GMT -5
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tags: diana/open lyrics: The Bird and the Worm by The Used. notes: You WOULD find the price of pills. XD muse: DON'T ASK. words: - - - - outfit: MUSE.
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