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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Apr 22, 2013 19:56:46 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Everything was the same colour. Well, almost everything was the same colour as he glanced around some more at the near empty restaurant. It was a weird shade of off-white, almost a cream colour, but he really didn’t care for it much. Instead, he just continued following along behind Moose, figuring he knew how this thing worked. Restaurants were very rare for him, and cooking himself at the provided hostel kitchens was usually a much better option. Perhaps he should have offered to make Moose food, instead. Telling him where he was currently living wasn’t a big deal, even if he looked like a criminal.
The booth they sat down in was nothing special, and by that point, Oskenón:ton had gone rather quiet again. He gave another shrug, even though he was smiling faintly. ”To be honest, I don’t go to restaurants all that often. I think this is the first tin in one in months.” The ones that he’d actually been to were part of invitations, generally. He had created a bit of a fan base for his art, as some people had put it. Haida art was popular in big cities, but not too many knew how to carve a totem pole or weave a chilkat blanket.
”Just order what you want.” Because he really had no idea what to order; he’d never had any sort of what would’ve been considered a normal breakfast before. He was perhaps going to pick something Moose ordered if it sounded good.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 24, 2013 17:23:43 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. The first one in months? That still put him ahead of Moose. As far as moose could remember, he had never gone to one. Of course, he probably had before the accident and his trip to jail, but considering that he had no memories of that time, it didn't really count, did it? He didn't get any of the benefits from it, so why would he think of himself as having been there before?
"Never been." He responded simply enough, giving a little shrug of his shoulders.
The waitress approached, a middle aged woman who didn't seem particularly concerned by the appearance of the two. IHOPs weren't the classiest of joints, and if she was even slightly bothered, she was damned good at hiding it. She simply gave the standard spiel, handed them menus, and went off to fetch water.
Moose stared at the menu incredulously. He had absolutely no idea what half the things were. An Omelette? French Toast? They were all completely foreign to him, and after a moment he simply set it down.
"I'm just going to ask what's good, unless you have an idea." He said with a little shrug. No point in trying to suffer through the menu.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Apr 27, 2013 20:37:30 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Never been? Well, he supposed that was reasonable enough, if one didn’t have the money for it. He didn’t like to judge up front, but the man certainly didn’t look like he had the money for such things… on top of being homeless, that was. He just gave him a faint smile in response, understanding.
A smile was also offered at the waitress, though she didn’t seem to be too interested as she put down the menus. He’d seen all sorts in his day; from the fancy ones to those stained and bent around the corners at restaurants on the corner. More often than not, he just didn’t bother with it. Yes, perhaps it would’ve been a better idea to invite him to the hostel and making him food. At best, this was rather awkward.
Oskenón:ton just shrugged as well. ”No idea. I guess asking for what’s good is a fine idea s any.” Better than sitting there all night, being indecisive. He glanced down at the menu again, then put it aside, flagging the waitress back down.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Apr 27, 2013 22:28:34 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. The waitress wandered over, and Moose wasn't one to waste time. It wasn't that he had places to go or anything, but he was rather hungry, and he wasn't going to miss a chance at food.
"What would you say is good for me? Big appetite, small wallet." Because even if he wasn't paying, he wasn't going to get some forty dollar mega-meal. Even if he had no idea what constituted as 'big spending', he knew there was such a thing, and he was going to at least attempt to avoid it. The waitress didn't seem to mind, and pointed out something on the menu.
Moose would wait until she was gone before finally trying to make conversation.
"So, not a local then. Where you from?" It was obvious that he wasn't a local. He practically screamed it. Plus, even if Moose had all the cultural awareness of a rock, he was smart enough to recognize that no, Oskenonton wasn't a Mexican name. What it was he had no idea, but it wasn't from south of the boarder.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Apr 29, 2013 7:39:19 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Conversation wasn’t much too commonly started by him, all things considered. Of course, he spoke about art with his clients and when things went on sale during those festivals or such, but casual conversation was considerably rarer. It was just that he liked to fill his time with silence rather than brainless chatter, though Moose definitely didn’t look the type. A rough time did lead to some lenience, though, and so he’d let him without telling him to shut up. That was about as aggressive as he got, anyways.
”I’m from Haida Gwaii. You might know it as the Queen Charlotte Island, in B.C.” Most people knew of it as the latter, anyways, and most were aware that it was in Canada. The climate was excellent there, as he soon learned when he was in Toronto one winter and found it freezing. Most of Canada was freezing, now that he thought about it, and the coasts tended to be milder.
”Am I safe to assume that you’re from around here?” He seemed to be, at the very least, though technically anybody could’ve known their way around. It wasn’t every day that a local accidentally stumbled into skid row, as he’d soon learn it was called. There were places like that in Canada, some better and some worse. The reservation he’d come from had been, admittedly, a little better; a small, close knit community where everybody knew each other by face and name tended to do that.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 3, 2013 13:46:23 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. Too Moose, it wasn't small talk, but instead survival. He needed to know what was going on in the guys head as much as possible. He had to understand what he was trying to do, what it was that he might want. That sort of information was vital, and while Moose was absolutely piss-poor at working out what people were thinking, even he could work out the more obvious ones. In Moose's experience, people had a few simple needs. Some people wanted money, but Deer obviously wasn't after that. If he was, he wasn't going to be wasting time with Moose. The second obvious desire was narcotics, because some people seemed to drink and get high for the sake of it. Those people were common in prison, even if booze and drugs were hard to get. The third desire was the one he was wondering about--sex. It seemed to drive so many people, and in Moose's extremely limited experience, it was the most common of the three drives. Of course, it hadn't occurred to him that he didn't have any of those drives himself.
Oskenonton didn't seem to be interested in money or drugs--that really only left one thing, didn't it?
When he said 'you might know it as', Moose braced himself for disappointment, and he wasn't far off the mark. He had absolutely no idea where either of those places were. He didn't even know where B.C. was, and the fact that it hadn't given him that painful twinge of a forgotten memory told him that he hadn't known before either. Well, that was fine.
"No idea where that is, really. I'm not good with maps." If he was trying, he could name about ten states. Actually getting all fifty, plus the capitals simply wasn't going to happen. A place in another country? Absolutely not happening.
"Yeah, I'm from nearby. Always been in this area. Mostly in downtown." He said with a shrug, unaware he'd technically been raised well outside LA proper.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 8, 2013 4:54:51 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. He didn’t expect too many people to know where Haida Gwaii was. On the other hand, Oskenón:ton was fairly good with places and geographical locations, and most places in North America had an indigenous name, so he made sure to know about all those ones too. It was difficult to not know when one travelled so much, and for the past couple years, that was basically all he’d been doing. He could list every major city from the east coast to the west coast off the top of his head in order, and he knew most of the towns up north in the territories as well. Yes, he’d also been there… Not for long, though. Growing up on a steady diet of warm coast all year round did nothing to help his cold tolerance.
”Yeah, not too many people know where it is. It’s in Canada, on the west coast.” More people usually knew where Canada was… Or just thought of it as the country on top of the United States. That worked too, he supposed, though he thought it’d be much more distinctive than that. ”I haven’t travelled too far into the states, though. LA is actually among the first, though I’m not exactly a fan of the big cities.” Toronto had been nice, so had Edmonton and Ottawa and all those other places, but big cities in the States felt… Different, somehow.
The waitress came back, putting the food down on the table wordlessly before wandering off to clean tables. Oskenón:ton pressed his lips into a tight line for a few seconds, but that quickly disappeared and went back into that faint smile territory, as if he had nothing really to smile about, but his face fell that way anyways.
”Well, eat up, I guess.” It was getting late, and honestly, he was tired and just wanted to go back to that shitty bed in his hostel, at this point. Next morning would likely be more exploration of the city, maybe booking the earliest flight out to the next town, and avoiding shady areas.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 9, 2013 21:15:03 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. Canada. Okay, he knew that one. If you had asked him to draw it he couldn't have managed, but he knew it was above them. What had that one guy called it? The hat of the states. Right. Alright, so he knew where that was, and he gave an acknowledging nod in response.
"Yeah, up north. I know where that is at least. Guess that BC is a state then?" The fact that Canada didn't have states was not covered in the very limited pool of knowledge that Moose possessed.
Moose really didn't know anything about travelling, and he found himself curious as the food was delivered. He grabbed a fork, spearing a pancake and taking a bite out of the side. Screw cutting it into nice pieces--he had a big enough mouth he probably could have eaten the damn pancake whole. He didn't feel like putting in the required effort to get 'bite sized pieces'. Manners were for people who weren't eating like ravenous wolves.
In between pancakes, he did try and make conversation though. Even if he was still mostly convinced Deer was up to something, that didn't mean he didn't have a story to tell.
"What're other places like? I mean, I've never been outside of California." He'd never made it to Arizona, let alone Canada. He had really no idea what it was like up there--not even the simplest idea. He wasn't acting specifically for where Oskenonton was from, but just anywhere. He was simply trying to expand his little knowledge.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 10, 2013 7:50:50 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. ”Well, BC isn’t exactly a state…” Canada didn’t have states, but even though he’d only know the man across from him for a half hour at most, he still wasn’t putting much faith in his knowledge of politics and geography. And anyways, he wasn’t going to be questioning him while they ate. Or, at least, Oskenón:ton ate rather slowly while subtly gawking at Moose and how he tore through his plate. Right. Um… Not so polite maybe, but he was still curious and a little awed. At the very least, he had a healthy appetite? He was a tall man, after all; he went nearly a head over Oskenón:ton, which was one of the reasons he made him nervous in the first place.
Oskenón:ton was sincerely half expecting for Moose to just eat and remain quiet throughout. What he wasn’t expecting was for him to start asking him questions about his travels, and he tilted his head a little when he asked him about the state outside of California. ”A lot of it isn’t so different, to be honest. In the States, at least, I don’t find it too different.” Then again, his travels in the states was limited at the moment at best.
”I’ve been through Canada, though, and that is much different. It certainly gets a lot colder.” Toronto was freezing, and Quebec was even worse, especially around Montreal and the like. Up north, he was wearing a parka almost constantly, and even then he felt like he was freezing. He was born and raised in a much milder climate, to say the least. ”But culturally, it’s different.” The man had so far displayed all the cultural awareness of a rock, but it didn’t stop him from at least bringing it up.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 10, 2013 12:08:28 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. BC wasn't a state? So what was it then? Moose had absolutely no idea, and his face scrunched in confusion in response to that bit of denial. Wasn't he at least going to stay what they were? Apparently not. Apparently he was just going to skip right over that.
He took two more huge bites from his pancakes, at the very least managing to keep his mouth shut as he chewed and listened. Mostly the same. Well, alright then. His mental image of the rest of the united states was just a carbon copy of LA all over. At the very least he knew it wasn't all city--he'd seen the country a little bit before, and was vaguely aware there tended to be country between the cities.
The talk about Canada left him interested though. "What kind of different?" Cold, yeah. But culturally? He had a vague idea of what that implied in the general case, but not in this case. He wasn't even aware that he'd just asked an absurdly difficult question--the sort of thing most people could write a whole essay on. To him, it just seemed like a simple enough question--like if someone asked him how prison life was different from life on the streets. Even if he wasn't the most eloquent, he could still answer without struggling over it mentally.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 10, 2013 19:11:57 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. He shifted in his seat a little, eating, but definitely not as… vigorously as Moose seemed to be. Either he was starving or he didn’t know better, and he was a little willing to bet that it was both. If anything, Oskenón:ton was just picking at his food in comparison, and he barely looked like he’d finish it. Sure he was a little hungry, but it was more of his exhaustion that wasn’t letting him eat too much. He was tired and he wanted to go and sleep mostly, and had taken Moose on a spur of the moment decision because he was a bleeding heart and felt sorry for everything he came across.
As for the differences, he furrowed his brow as he thought about it. The differences were subtle, but they were definitely there and he really didn’t know how to explain them. ”It’s a little more… cultured?” Was that the word? No, probably not. He was still searching for how to say it, though. The air was different? Definitely not. Even Toronto felt different than LA at its core, and he didn’t know how to explain.
”I’m not sure how to explain it, to be honest. It feels different. I do compare a lot of things to Haida Gwaii, though, and that’s definitely a lot different than the big city.” Not to mention he came from Haida Gwaii, on a reservation, of all places. It wasn’t a particularly nice one, but it was full of natural space and that was what he’d liked.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 11, 2013 13:48:33 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. It was a bit of both. Table manners had never really been high on the priority list, and while Moose knew the basics (eat slowly, keep your mouth closed, at least try everything), they had rapidly fallen by the wayside to be replaced with sheer hunger. He was hungry. The food he got was barely enough to sustain an average man, and Moose was considerably larger then the average man, with a high amount of muscle mass. If he didn't get more food, his body started burning muscle, which could only end badly. Having access to a 'big' meal meant plenty of calories, and he was digging through it in no time at all.
Huh, so he wasn't able to answer then? That made things a bit more up in the air, and he paused his eating for a moment to consider. It was just different then. So much for that explanation, but he was still curious, and lacked the foresight to realize that poking around in someone else's personal life might bother people. Stuff like where you were from was often readily shared in prison--people liked to think about the things that were waiting for them when they got out.
"Well, what's it like being out of the cities? Honestly farthest I've gotten is San Diego, and if you take the five up, it's all hills and cliffs." He hadn't gotten to see much of it on his one bus ride up. "I mean, it wasn't terrible--but I've never really been out of the city much at all." The concept of a forest wasn't alien to him by any means, but he'd never actually seen one, never gone to see for his own.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 11, 2013 20:57:33 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Now that was something he could finally answer. Talking about the cities was difficult because he honestly didn't like them very much. The buildings were too tall and the streets became too crowded and there seemed to be little room for anything green and living among the grey concrete and metal structures. Of course, a lot of his patrons had come from the city, and a lot of his artwork was displayed in cities, so there was a little something he could like, he supposed... Even with that, he couldn't say he was a fan. Instead, he preferred the wider open spaces and green areas, something more commonly found in small, out-of-the-way towns.
"I grew up on a reservation on Haida Gwaii, so that one's definitely not a big city. Up in Canada, there's a whole lot of forest or open land. There's not so much of it in the States, I guess, but there's really more forest up north than anything. A lot of forest, or open land, and a lot of sea. He certainly did find a lot more wilderness in Canada anyways, and he'd grown up right on the shore, so he was biased towards how wonderful that all was. It was another reason he was constantly thinking he wouldn't find his happiness in a big city, and especially not one like Los Angeles.
"You've ever been to the sea before, Moose?" Pity if he'd never set foot on the sand, but then again, he had met one or two people who had never actually gone to the ocean proper. As a guy who had grown up on the ocean, and having never left it until a couple years ago, he couldn't quite imagine having never been by the sea. Even during his travels, he stayed longer near the places with water, and he did go home every once in a while to visit his family, and be by the ocean. He was a salt water man, to say the least.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 14, 2013 20:55:15 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. It really sounded beautiful. The forest was a concept he understood but didn't really know. While he'd seen woods from a distance, it wasn't the same as being in them. It was like seeing a picture--you didn't get the smells, the feeling of being deep in the woods. Moose would have liked it if he'd had the chance. As it was, he had only a vague idea of what it was like.
He gave a little shrug. "No." No, he'd never been to the ocean. "Maybe before. I mean, it's pretty normal to go to the beach. But I don't really remember it." He said with a little shrug, not being particularly coy about the fact that he didn't remember jack shit. He'd never felt the need to hide it. It wasn't as if it was some terrible thing that couldn't be forgiven--mostly it got him pity. Sometimes it got him a bit more money, with people assuming he was entirely innocent.
Which he sort of was.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 20, 2013 19:19:12 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. He began finishing off his food; he was a slow-ish eater, all things considered, and especially looking at Moose who happened to wolf down his food within a couple minutes. The later it got, the slower he ate, anyways. As for the beach… well, he couldn’t remember, could he? It was too bad, really. He had to feel a bit more sorry for him then, anyways, and he really would’ve offered to bring him to the beach had he thought that this wasn’t the last time he’d see him.
””Well, it’s California, right? There’s plenty of ocean around here.” Though if he lived on skid row, there didn’t seem to be much of a chance on that. Worse if he was a criminal, which he looked like, but Oskenón:ton tried rather hard not to judge by looks alone.
Another glance up at the waitress, a smile and she brought over the bill. It wasn’t too much, and he just slipped some in with a fair tip on the side and combed his hair back with his fingers.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on May 22, 2013 18:15:58 GMT -8
tagged: osken. date: april 25th, 11PM.notes: super short post. Plenty of ocean that Moose sincerely doubted he'd ever get to see. It simply wasn't a priority for him. It was hot and sweaty out there, and he'd rather have stayed in the shadows, away from the bright sun and oppressive heat. LA could get mind numbingly hot, and he wasn't eager to expose himself to any more of it. It simply wasn't important enough to go and see the ocean. He had other things to do, places to go. He had to start living before he could do anything as casual and informal as that.
He finished his food at the very least, leaving damn near nothing behind. He was half tempted to lick the plate, but he had at least some idea of table manners. It'd just be rude to do that. So no, he'd have to leave the very ends of his meal where he were, even as he drained his drink.
In a way he was almost envious that Deer could just spend his money like that. Moose would have picked over the bill, trying to make every penny count. Tips weren't something he even knew about, but they likely wouldn't even be an option for him. Tips were for people who weren't starving themselves.
Even so, he was suddenly aware that his time was up. He'd gotten him a meal. He'd been nice. He didn't seem to want anything bafflingly enough. Maybe he was just done with him. Moose couldn't begin to understand his reasons, but he certainly could be thankful. The man had fed him. The man had given him a good meal for the first time in weeks.
"Hey." He paused, then realized he wasn't quite sure how to say it. After a moment he managed to compose himself enough to continue. "Thanks. Means a lot to, you know. Have a good meal and stuff. So I.." Well fuck, what was the word? It had completely escaped him, and he was forced to completely change his final sentence. "So thanks."
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 22, 2013 19:29:33 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Moose still looked a little hungry to him, but he sort of wanted to get home because he was getting late and this was skid row he was talking about. He’d find out how bad it was later, but for now he just wanted to go back to his hostel and go to bed. As soft as he got at times, and no matter how he felt sorry for such a stranger, he could only really smile at Moose and wish him the best in the end. He didn’t have the resources to take care of another man at the moment, but he would try if he even could.
But even from a guy who liked to see the best in people, he wasn’t really expecting a thanks from Moose. He was caught a little off guard by that; Moose seemed rather rough around the edges, so he was maybe looking for a nod of acknowledgement and perhaps not to be shanked the next time he walked through. Skid row was a sketchy as hell place, after all.
Oskenón:ton pressed his lips together in a tight line with a nod and a faint smile. â€It’s really not a problem. You’re a good guy; I don’t mind sparing a little of my time.†Well, he hoped he was a good guy, anyways. With a final nod, Oskenón:ton got up and brushed off his pants, the grin returning to his face.
â€I have to run off now, so I’ll see you around, okay?†He supposed he was sincere when he said that; Moose didn’t seem bad. He was just a guy down on his luck, that was all. That was really all he had left to say, and he turned and left, managing to get the hell out of dodge without another incident.
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