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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:25 pm
Bastion had done many odd jobs for kicks and out of curiosity in his life. Not for long mind you, usually he job shadowed friends for a day and then quit once he'd gotten a taste for the less then desirable career. He had never in his life though been a mail carrier and Bastion was not appreciating his current experience as one. He didn't like this sort of thing and yet the dark haired man had a persistent nagging voice in his mind urging him to carry the gift until he found an interesting person. What kind of interesting person? swing dancing 90 year old, one of those candy rave teens, a non stupid blonde
Bastion just sighed, watched his breath become fog in the cool evening air and then ducked into a video rental place. Maybe he'd just hide the thing in the 2/20$ discard bin. That was if his body would let him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:54 pm
((IM SRRY ;_______; ))
There's an old saying that Saturday night is party night. Arthur was relatively sure - maybe even 90 percent sure - that this saying had been translated from the Ancient Greek, perhaps found in Aristophanes, that old horn-dog, but at the moment he couldn't quite recall the context. Scrunching up the corners of his eyes, he leaned his elbow against the peeling plaster wall and with a quick focused breath summoned up from the dredges of his memory a kindly old Greek teacher, all craggy nose and fisherman brows. He (Arthur Eric Blair, the second) painted him now in broad strokes. He (Arthur Eric Blair, the only) formed him from the void. He (Arthur Eric Blair) was a God. Virile. Strong. Not at all alone on a Saturday night, or at least not in the ways that mattered.
Gods, he thought distractedly, are never lonely anyway. Especially not when they are creating.
The quick ring of a bell. A woman swept in in the corner of Arthur's vision, a dark perfumed silhouette, and Arthur snatched a dusty DVD off the shelf and tried to look pre-occupied, as if he were thinking deep thoughts on this Saturday night, deep philosophical thoughts, so philosophical and so deep that he the deep philosopher had had to sacrifice his Saturday night to deepen himself and philosophize on them. Greek thoughts. Perfect. "Hoi polloi," he mumbled to himself. "Aristotle. Alpha Sigma Phi."
"Pathetic," the old man with the craggy nose whispered in the back of his mind. "Comes from Greek pathos. A word that pulls in two directions... if your shoddy memory of long-ago morning classes is to be trusted, anyway... by the way, that's not a woman."
"What?"
"By the door. Andros - see: gyne, other than."
So it wasn't.
"And by the way, that's porn."
"What?"
"Porne, graphos - see: in your hand, unfortunately."
So it was.
With a strangled moan, Arthur thrust Dog Whore Bukkake Factor IV back onto the slimy shelf and wiped his hands on the crotch of his jeans, whistling a little and tossing his Dionysian curls in an effort to be completely and utterly inconspicuous. Even gods had to pass undercover once in a while.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:23 pm
( Dude my brain it barely knows how to respond to you awesome, also not even gonna attempt the length you have.)
If Bastion could have read the mind of the store's other current occupant he might have opted to duck back out and try another place to get rid of this cursed gift. As it was the dark haired man knew nothing of mind reading , only that there was someone else in the video place and that they should be investigated. There was a chance this person might qualify as interesting and that meant he could shove the small burden in his hands at the other and get back to Carina who was probably.... no he didn't even want to imagine what she was probably doing in a place filled with the crazy hypno things and other children like her.
Like the world's most unsubtle stalker Bastion made his way around the ' just released' displays and the ' previously owned' bin to where the other man stood eying the videos on the shelves around them, looking for some excuse to start a conversation. Part of him blanched upon realizing he'd unwittingly made his way into the adult section it seemed and he found himself without words just sort of staring at the curly haired man as if this was all his fault.
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