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Post by CANIS MINOR on Jul 16, 2013 8:46:09 GMT -8
May 3, 2012
Sitting on top of a cold, wooden bench, the cool, spring air embraced his flushed cheeks with the gentleness of a loving mother to her crying child. His head was in buried in both his hands, and it was quite obvious that he was drowning in at least a little, kid-sized pool of despair. His eyes were terribly swollen and red, and his mouth was wrenched into an eternal frown.
Canis was not a happy camper.
He was supposed to be home, as the blanked of night had finally swallowed the sunlight, and little, pretty stars had begun to twinkle and shine. He lifted his head a bit to gaze upon them before retreating back into the warmth of his cupped hands.
If anybody from school saw him, they’d probably point and laugh. He deserved every single shred of hate he received, however. What goes around, comes around. He wouldn’t have time to care about them, anyway, as he was still busy waddling in a swamp of self-pity. He wondered if he’d make it out alive.
At night, there was a lot more time to think. It was like a reflection period for everybody in the world. Your thoughts came to you and you could properly dissect them, analyze them and reflect over them. The problem was, Canis didn’t want to reflect on any thought that crossed his mind, but he was still forced to view the horrifying scenes over and over again, like a sick snuff film stuck on replay.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 8:39:36 GMT -8
Today marked exactly two weeks, three days, and thirteen hours ever since Ashley Karison Strong had enthusiastically accepted the job of being one of Los Angeles Police Department's bright and enthusiastic receptionists. Her plan to get onto the LAPD's detective force, while moving at a snail's pace, was keeping her in bright spirits. Not to mention her the extra cash was a welcome change from being a poor student. At last she could start living her life as she wanted! With her very first paycheck, she couldn't help but spend most of it on those little things she had always wanted.
And food.
Plenty of food.
The mere thought of food was enough to make her feel like groaning. In fact, Ashley couldn’t help but feel her stomach gnawing at itself. It was almost as if a tiny mouse was nibbling at her insides very politely, giving that gentle reminder that she hadn’t eaten anything ever since a very early lunch. Maybe she could snack on something on the way home? Rearranging the bags as she walked, Ashley’s tongue poked out between her lips in concentration as she tried to grasp onto something that wasn’t encased in plastic. Which, sadly enough, was rather hard. Cookies, spreads, a packet of cheese... ah! Bingo. Apples. She pulled one out and victoriously munched on it, finding satisfaction in the flavour that burst forth from the single bite.
Usually, this was all that she needed. Crunching on an apple, hurrying home, getting ready to look over old public records to flex her detective skills… the usual. But not tonight. Tonight had different things in store for her.
Tonight she saw a young boy sitting alone in the dead of night.
She stopped walking, seeing the lone figure crumpled in on itself like a scrunched up ball of paper. Immobile and oblivious to the rest of the world. Frowning slightly, the young woman bit into her apple so she could pull out her cell phone. It was late, she thought. Not late-late, but late enough for her to feel concerned. Boys his age were meant to be home, doing their homework and spending time with their families. They were meant to be happy and looking forward to what the next day would bring, not… sitting alone in the middle of the city. This place could get rather dangerous, after all. Ashley swallowed her mouthful of apple. She had to do something. Or say something. Anything that didn’t involve walking away and leaving him alone. After all, it simply wasn’t in her conscious to leave someone alone on a bench in the dead of night.
Pocketing the phone, Ashley readjusted her bags and apple, she walked over to the bench the boy was on. Hopefully he was aware of her presence. The last thing she wanted to do was spook him. "Hey." She smiled, looking down at the adolescent. "Everything okay?" |
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Aug 7, 2013 10:31:25 GMT -8
He sat in tranquility, or as tranquil as it gets while you’re lost in a pool of your own self-pity, hugging his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them to fit himself into a snug position. He shivered as the night’s eerie breeze crawled up his spine, and buried his head into the little nest that he’d created. It was dark, somewhat warm, and very lonely. However, that in itself was why it was so comforting.
There was nothing. Just how he liked it.
Until his deluded vision of peace had been bothered by an odd rustling sound that prickled his ears, and he awoke from his self-deprecating stupor, turning his head to find the face of a busybody poking her head into matters that didn’t concern her. Immediately, child-like discomfort flickered across his face, and he buried his head back into his little nest.
He had things to think about, self-deprecating thoughts to get running, and the girl thought she could barge in and “make things better.” Canis bit his lower lip, hard enough that he could almost taste the warm saltiness of blood on his tongue.
No. Go away.
Somewhere, deep inside of him, his heated desire to keep people away concerned him more than ever. Did this mean he would no longer crawl out of the shell that he’d built around himself, to become a hermit in his own disillusioned, broken world? That, while the easiest path to walk down, was terribly horrifying.
So he lifted his head once more, his vision blurred both by the darkness of the night and the blurriness of tears.
“What’s it to you?” he asked, despondent.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2013 6:07:27 GMT -8
The boy's face surfaced for only a moment, but Ashley could clearly see that he was upset.
Actually, 'upset' barely began to describe it.
In those brief few seconds where their eyes made contact, she could see nothing but pain and uncertainty. Those brown eyes were raw from crying, and his cheeks were slightly damp. He must have been here for a long time. But before she could be sure, he buried his head again, either out of shame or simply not wanting to be bothered. The young woman pursed her lips, feeling herself prickle with annoyance as her concern was simply pushed aside without even a word. But she still stood her ground. It was fine. She was patient. She could wait…
Ashley couldn't help but give a sad smile when the boy finally gave his gloomy reply, almost on the verge of tears again. "I have a few reasons." She set down her groceries on the bench and sat beside him. "For one thing, I could name a number of things better to do than sit here on a bench in the middle of the night. Sleeping. Video games. Reading a good book…" A hand plunged into her grocery bag again as she kept talking. "Another thing, there aren't that many nice people that come out in the night. It can be dangerous around this time here." She pulled out a fresh apple, pausing as she looked to the boy again. "And… well, you look like you could use someone to talk to." Extending a hand, she offered the fresh apple to him.
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