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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:13 pm
||And So It Begins...|| [ do you smell something b u r n i n g ? ]
The day had been crawling rather slowly in Aaron’s opinion. He’d only stepped into work two hours ago and already the weight of idleness was bugging him. He had been working on the site, uploading images rendering graphics and updating a few pages and was set to work on a new additive program for the graphics team but was stuck until Matt finished his meeting. Aaron stretched and yawned as he gazed at his watch once more. He glared at the tiny clock face, tapping the glass surface in attempts to threaten time along. But alas, nothing happened. He’d even resorted to spinning in his chair to pass the time and was now currently face down at his keyboard.
“Hey, Aar?” A quiet voice beckoned his attention from the doorway, causing the programmer to spin around too quickly. Needless to say, his keyboard was now askew and he was pretty sure his micro-mouse was hanging from his ear.
“Yes?” He responded, eyebrows rising in inquisition of what he could do. He deduced it was Marie standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a small smile spread across her lips. She looked like she was expecting something. Did he owe her money? No. Break anything of hers? No, he would remember that. Oh! The bet. He cringed, eyes pinching closed real tight as he hissed through his teeth. “Yes, Boss?”
“Uh-huh.” He could hear the Cheshire grin in her voice. Warily he opened one eye and grinned brightly at her. “Lunch time. Come out here. We’re pulling straws.”
Aaron released a suffering sigh before standing up and making his way out of the shared office. He spotted the whole crew, sans Matt, sitting in a rough circle about the communal space. Amy waved from her green bean bag by the window before patting to a seat next to her and handing him a mug of coffee. He leaned against the window and looked about the group, chuckling as Marie and David argued over the straw lengths.
“They’re rigged again, aren’t they?” Aaron asked Amy in a stage whisper, giving Marie the stink eye as she looked up and snorted into her cup of coffee. Amy just giggled.
“You know what? Since you’re plotting against me anyway, I’ll just go.” Aaron said, setting the coffee down and throwing his hands up in the air in mock frustration. “Orders?”
“The usual.” Marie offered picking the keys from her pocket and chucking them at Aaron’s head. They hit his shoulder and fell to the ground, ignored.
“Right, Amy?”
“Veggie please and thank you.” She smiled and moved towards the kitchen with Aarons partially full coffee mug and a few from the others.
“I’ll have the tomato, cucumber thingie!” Came a small cry from behind the wall partition.
“Gotcha’, Ko-face.” Aaron called back to the working Toshiko.
“Cheese-steak-ish one for me.” David said before tossing a few bills over to Aaron. “That should take care of it all.”
“Okay. I’ll be back soon.” Aaron said, running into his office to shut the monitor down and grab a CD. On his way out he scooped up the keys from the floor and called out a good-bye before closing the offices’ door behind him and making his way downstairs.
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Aaron smiled; being behind the wheel was a rare occurrence recently and with the windows down, fresh spring air blowing into his face pleasantly, he loved every minute. The music was just barely loud enough to beat out the roaring wind in his ears as he sped down the lane, guitar and chorus signing happily as pavement turned to dirt.
Yes, Samantha’s Hoagie Shoppe was a reach, being a good 15 minutes out of town, but it was very much worth the drive, especially for Aaron. The sun was shining on the field, and sheep milled about in furry fashion, yet to be sheared as the snow had just melted away. He slowed as he saw the small red shop coming up to his left, sheep gathering on the across the road followed by a commanding bark, bark from a new tailed friend.
“Oi!” Aaron called out; a sheep gave him a dead star and bleated. There was a dappled furry head nosing its way about the sheep, dictating barks huddling the sheep together. “Look at you! Herding the sheep like a good shepherd. Bet you Samantha’s not very pleased.” Aaron chuckled watching as the Australian shepherd lay on his belly, tongue lolling about as he panted. He wagged his tail as he watched Aaron wave at him.
“Cute thing.” He muttered before locking up and meandering over to the shoppe.
“Sam!” He called out, arm rising in greeting. “You have a new dog?”
He looked over, seeing that the young woman was helping a customer. She looked over, spitting out a shining smile before focusing back on the transaction.
The customer was an odd one. She looked haggard, but clean enough to not be a beggar. Like a hobo: doesn’t have to be poor, just enjoys traveling without ties. He smiled fondly before walking over to the counter and placing his order.
“So, you lucked out today.” Sam stated cheerfully as she made the design firm’s sandwiches.
“I don’t mind really, and the weather is beautiful.” Aaron grinned and picked out a few drinks from the cooler, an extra gift like thing for the team.
“It’s nice that you guys come ‘round so often, city folk.” Sam smiled as she bagged the order handing them over the counter.
“You make the best. Here and please keep the change. Most of its David’s anyway.” Aaron’s smile grew as he watched a blush crawl up they girl’s cheeks. “So! Who’s the new addition?”
“What?”
“The dog out by the sheep. Looked like an Aussie.” Aaron explained, pointing for good measure.
“Oh! He came from the farm way out there, wandering around here he was. Been here for a few days and I’d think that his family doesn’t mind too much. He travels back and forth, I personally don’t see too much of him.”
“Hmm. Interesting.” Aaron picked up the bag and gave a sharp friendly wave to the girl. “Well, Sam. I have hungry people to feed, you know how they are.”
“Say hello to Amy for me.”
“Will do, good bye.”
Aaron hopped back into the car, food stored safely on the passenger seat. The song picked up where it was last left and he started to pull away.
Something peculiar caught his eye. Wasn’t that the hobo lady from the shop? He glanced up in the rear view mirror to gather a closer look. It looked like her. She was in the sheep field… Without the sheep. And there was the Aussie. Cute dog… in flames? WHAT?!
Aaron screeched to a halt. The Aussie was burning. The cute little dappled Shepherd was burning alive. He could hear the pained howls and watched as the small body rolled in attempts to out the fire. It had to have been the hobo. No one else was around. Come to think of it, where did the hobo go?
The poor thing was in flames! He had to do something. Aaron gunned it back to the office, zipping up the stairs and depositing keys and food onto the table before calling out. “Oh my gods!”
“Aaron, what’s wrong?” Toshiko’s small voice called out as she wandered into the room, David, Marie and Matt following shortly behind.
“There was this dog! It was on fire!” He paused diving for the phone. “I have to call someone! I have to do something! The poor Aussie!”
As soon as he made contact with the police he blurted out his story and the address as quickly as he could. Meanwhile the entire team crawled out and grabbed their respective meal and drink.
As soon as the phone was slammed shut the group jumped into action. “Aaron what the hell is this then!?” “What’s going on?”
“I was getting the sandwiches and there was this dog. This dog and the hobo lit him on fire. Oh my god he was on fire. On Fire! Flaming and not in a cool way! Oh my-“ Aaron had yet to take a breath, everyone hovering over him with half asked questions until the world suddenly shifted sending the programmer for a wheeling fall into darkness where he promptly passed out…
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:02 pm
||Can My Life Become More Complicated?|| [ what am I supposed to do with t h i s ? ]
Seedpie Graphics :: Blog Network. A.McCormick [Private Post] Needless to say, I’m pretty discomfited about the entire thing myself. I passed out in front of all my co-workers because I think I might have seen the Aussie from earlier burst out into flames. I know who did it. Or at least I think I know. Maybe I was hallucinating the burning. Could be my morbid imagination getting away from me. I can’t be sure for sure. If that makes any sense. I woke up, or rather came to, in a discombobulated state. [Wow, that’s an actual word…] The light was really, really bright. Regrettably, once my vision cleared, the first face I see is Matt’s. Concern was thin on his face as he was mostly trying to hawk down his cackling. Evil, evil man, he is. So totally getting decaf next time I help Amy with coffee. I immediately called the police after waking up; Marie gave me the rest of the day off so that my girly-ness wouldn’t rub off on the team. I think she was concerned. Anyway I called the police, asked for someone to deal with an animal-burning psycho. When I get there, what do I see? A lowly constable… Not even. A rookie. I was appalled but that’s a story for another day. We looked around; saw the scorch mark but there was nothing left behind. No bones, burnt bits of flesh…nothing. The rookie thought I was crazy. I promise I was totally myself at the time. He then asked if I could walk the yellow line. I did, only because I had to. I let him know how unhappy I was because of it too. And he left. He just left! Load of bollocks he was….
“Yeah well see if I ever come back here ‘gain, yeah!?” Aaron called out after the retreating constable, hands flying to his hairline and through mussed tresses. He opened the car door and scanned the field across from Sammy’s Sandwich Shoppe, leaning against the open door with his chin resting on his hands. He murmured something unintelligent and peaked a glance at the time. The sun was setting and a small bit of wind had begun to pick up. There was nothing keeping him from hopping into the car and driving home except for a pull in his gut that wouldn’t allow him to fully enter the vehicle let alone drive it.
Aaron huffed, thumbs digging into his temple. He gave a sigh and stole the keys away from the ignition, slamming the car door with a satisfied ‘BAM!’ and locked the car. A bit of a walk would do him some good. The field looked inviting on the warm spring night. He wiggled his toes and stole a glance left and right before stepping into the field, a deep breath of air to ground him.
Twilight was beautiful. The stars were just becoming visible, the sun burning a soft pink and orange in the distance. The sky was clear, blue and open directly above him. Aaron smiled, the day’s troubles seeping away with the chill in the air. He pulled his track jacket closer across his thin frame. His feet tread carefully along the field’s new growth, grass just barely reaching his ankles. The soft ‘crunch, crunch’ of his footsteps lulled him into a zoned state. The early peepers frogs and night birds add to the serenade, pulling him on his walk. The entire nature song added a soundtrack to his internal thoughts.
Just this day he saw an Australian Shepherd burned to death, he could hear the yelping and howling as the poor animal suffered through agony. Aaron shuddered. But maybe it didn’t happen at all, that the entire experience could be chalked up to an overactive imagination and a fondness for drama. He probably appeared to be a crazy fool, honestly.
The rhythm of ‘step-Crunch’ and ‘sift-sift’ as Aaron sifted through the small growth was abruptly broken by a small yip and more crunch crunches. Aaron spun around and cursed himself for not thinking of the loonies, the hobo, anyone who came here. “And to think I left the lead pipe in the boot.”
His breathing picked up and slowed as he saw a small form moving around in the twilight. Too small for a grown human and he was pretty sure there was a wagging appendage. Aaron quirked his head and walked to what he thought was a pup. He bent into a squat and shoved a hand in offering to the assumed dog. It was almost too dark to see in this direction.
At first he felt a cold and damp nose sniff out the offering. But then the eyes adjusted. There, sitting before him, a curious look on large eyes was the Australian Shepherd from earlier. Only… different. He was clothed and oddly humanoid.
Aaron wanted to shout, yell and run straight towards his car. But there was that pull deep in his gut again. He hesitated and reached over, touching a soft fur laden ear- it was real. Aaron’s eyes widened as he preceded to scritch the soft appendage before taking it between forefinger and thumb, lifting and dropping it. It was warm, it was real and it definitely just twitched. The tail was now wagging full speed, a tentative almost fearful look on the boys features. “C’mere, buddy.”
Aaron held out his arm and picked the small do-boy… up to his chest. “What are you?”
Whatever it was, dog or boy, it was definitely real, warm and rather light. He was wearing an odd material, uniform and rather thick. The tail had ceased wagging. Aaron picked his way back to the car, careful of the small child in his arms and minding his step. He reached the head of the vehicle and put the boy-dog down. “Wait right here, okay?” He was sure he received a curt nod in affirmation.
Hastily he unlocked the car and winced as he remembered his headlights were on. Aaron peaked around the car to see the young boy, very much puppy like but definitely a boy in what looked to be an air force issued jacket. The poor thing was curling into himself trying to get away from the blinding light. Gah! He was such a dumbass sometimes. He raced over and picked up the whimpering boy, brining him to the warmth of the car. The terrified child was shaking up a storm and the only thing Aaron could do was hold the boy until he stopped.
Which he eventually did… It was a sharp command, as if remembering something. He looked down at a head of wheat like hair.
“Hey there, bud.” Aaron said, waiting for brown eyes to gaze curiously up at him. “My name’s Aaron… Do you have a name?” Aaron wondered if the boy could comprehend.
Obviously he could, Aaron observed as the boy’s odd features screwed up in confliction, attempting to remember. Solemnly he shook his head, eyes watering some. Again the boy stopped, maybe a mental reminder.
“It’s okay… I’m going to take you home and we’re going to get all of this sorted out. Okay?” To which Quincy nodded slowly.
After a quick buckle check, temperature change to something warm as the young boy was shivering and a chosen radio station they were off to Aaron’s flat.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:14 pm
||No More Murder Mystery Stories...|| [ what's in a name, h o n e s t l y ? ]
To: Kilani@Duremuni.edu
From: Aaron.M@Seedpie.com
Subject: WHERE ARE YOU?
-- Kilani! You need to come over pronto. I don’t know what to do with this dog child and why won’t you answer your cell?! From Cousin to Cousin, I really need you to be here and direct me a bit as I have NO idea what to do with the kid. He’s going wild and I don’t know if I received my rabies shot recently! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssseeeee? By the way, mind picking up Pad Thai, I haven’t eaten yet. Nor has the boy. You’re an angel -Aaron Website manager
Seedpie Graphics
169 Church Street
Durem
It had been a quick succession of movements that carried Aaron from his car, to the door and inside the kitchen, the poor dog boy curled in his grip. He hurriedly made his call to his cousin in a plea for help and proceeded to stare at the clock on the stove. It had taken him exactly 6.7 seconds after he had stopped before the kitchen sink to realize what had occurred, what he had brought into his apartment and that now it was in his possession. Needless to say the proverbial pit living in his stomach dropped a meter and was now residing somewhere by his feet. Oh God. This was unexpected. He searched his surroundings quickly and looked down at the dog boy, who in turn blinked owlishly at him as if waiting for something to happen.
“You’re a dog… but not…” Aaron said, not caring if the boy could comprehend speech. He set the Hiccup down on the kitchen floor and ran to the closet where he kept the wooden playpen, previously used at Sam’s for the baby goats. It opened easily and in a large circle before he placed it around the boy, effectively blocking him in. “There… Oh great. Are you house trained?” Aaron was off again, pulling the day’s paper from the desk which caused a cup of pens and a thick Sherlock Holmes novel to fall to the ground. Lightly, carefully and as if he were placing the finest of linens down Aaron put the paper into the pen next to the boy.
“Stay right there, I’ll be right back.”
~*~
The house smelt… weird, the Hiccup decided after three minutes of sitting within his wooden cage. The ink from the newspaper beside him, the stench of coffee and bananas caught his attention to his right, the carpet was clean yet worn and the stiff scent of sandalwood and shaving cream pervaded his sense. Then there was the tall man who carried him home. Nice brown eyes, caring and promising for something. But he was also scared. He felt weird and didn’t know what happened before the man. In all consideration he really didn’t care. There was a comfortable weight that balanced him from behind and as he looked back he realized that it was something long and furry.
A muscle spasm occurred in his lower back causing the thing to move and then he worked on instinct. The boy nestled into his RAF jacket while eyeing the appendage as it twitched ever so often. Something needed to be done. One more twitch and he pounced wanting to catch it, touch it and find out what it was doing to his back. The problem was that the thing wouldn’t. stop. moving! Curiosity soon fell to frustration as a tiny growl made its way up the boy’s throat as he dove after the ever moving appendage.
“Stoppit!” The boy shouted and made one last leap for the tail before falling flat on his stomach. It was at this point that Aaron and Kilani made their grand entrance. The guardian stopped to stare in shock at the young dog-boy’s activities. Kilani on the other hand merely shoved the sheep plushie she brought as a comfort gift into her cousin’s arms, adding to the bag of pad thai and box of easy mac, before she hustled over to the playpen.
“It speaks to?” Aaron asked and the short woman beside him offered a less than playful smack upside the head.
“Shut it Aaron. He’s probably frightened to death.” She stepped over the fence in haste and tentatively petted the little boy’s head. “And really?! A goat pen? He’s not a pet, Aaron! He’s a scared little boy.”
“Mixed with Aussie, mind you.” Aaron commented as he took down the pen. Kilani’s glares held such great power.
“It’s okay sweetheart. Auntie Lani’s here to take care of you.” Kilani cooed to the boy as he curled into her welcoming arms. His tiny black nose sniffed her excitedly as his tailed wagged at a slow pace.
“I think he likes you.” Aaron said as he set down the thai food and went into the kitchen to start cooking the Hiccup some semblance of dinner.
“I’m auntie Lani, okay? Now who are you?” Kilani asked while blatantly ignoring her cousin.
“Auntie Lani?” the boy articulated with care. He then glanced down at his feet and didn’t know quite how to respond. He knew he had a name, two maybe four. Titles? He didn’t know and it made the bottom lip quiver and large eyes look up in apology to the woman. “I dunno…”
“Oh dear, poor thing probably doesn’t have a name…” Kilani carefully picked the boy up and placed him at the coffee table as Aaron came out with a small bowl of macaroni and cheese with a small spoon. “You’re keeping him by the way.” Kilani directed at Aaron and watched the boy eat intently, some noodles falling onto the front of his pants. He was quite neat for a toddler.
“I wasn’t considering it, thanks.” Aaron retorted sarcastically and sat on his desk chair.
The hiccup watched the adults talk over him and focused his attention on the hot noodles before him. Despite their weird texture, they were very tasty and smelt like the farm he woke up by.
“I was actually contemplating him Sherlock. It’d be pretty cool.” At that the boy winced and began to play with his food. He did not want to be called something weird.
“You are not naming him Sherlock. Try again.”
“But I like the name Sherlock.” A glare was all he received in response. “Fine…”
“What about Lance…. Or Samuel?” Kilani thought looking at the young boy chomping away at the cheesy noodles. They were quite delectable by his standards.
“And you thought Sherlock is bad?” Aaron muttered as he flipped through the worn pages of his Sherlock Holmes book. “What about Quincy?” He murmured.
“What makes you think Quincy is better than Sherlock?” Kilani asked with distress written across her face. However, at this point the boy perked up, speckled ears twitching at the name. It sounded familiar but not quite right. He liked it anyhow. He looked down at his now empty bowl of macaroni and turned back to Kilani with a small hand held forward in invitation.
“Auntie Lani,” Quincy started looking towards Aaron and giving him a sheepish look, “ ’m Quincy and tha’s my daddy.” The air in his voice was sure as he pointed over to Aaron.
Aaron cringed but held his insecurity off his face as he stood up and went over to the boy. “There we are, Quincy Sherlock McCormick”
“You’re a cruel man, Aaron”
“And Auntie Lani” Quincy added with some force. He curled into his Guardian’s grip, tail coming up between his feet. Upon seeing the odd appendage he lurched for it, causing Aaron to stumble.
“Oi, sweetheart, that’s just your tail.” Aaron said batting the boy’s hands away while Kilani picked up the sheep plushie and handed it to the cadet-Aussie mix. The distraction was much appreciated from the fumbling Aaron.
“And who’s this, Quincy?” Kilani asked indicating the plush now being squeezed so hard the woman feared for its health.
“Mr. Baa.”
“That’s a good name, Quince.” He rolled his eyes towards his cousin. “And now I believe it is bed time. You can sleep in my bed tonight and then tomorrow we’ll clean out my studio and turn it into your room.”
Kilani snickered as she stroked the boy’s mop of hair before waving good-bye. “Good night Quincy, it was a pleasure meeting you.” She then turned to Aaron and gave him a knowing look. “I’ll stop down by Aekea and get a bed and basic things for his room. I don’t trust you.” With that the woman left.
“Night Auntie Lani” The boy said tiredly to the closed door before snuggling into Aaron, Mr. Baa clutched close. “Puppa? Can I have a blue room?” Quincy asked through a yawn.
Aaron placed the young boy into his bed an almost laughed at how he seemed to be eaten alive, he was so small. “Of course a blue room.”
“Like the sky?”
“Just like the sky.”
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:11 pm
||Meet The Extended Family||
[ plastic airplanes never fly too f a r . ]
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:23 pm
||A Bonding Experience||
[ somethings just aren't supposed soar with the c l o u d s ]Quincy stood at the top of a small hill, wind blowing through his hairs and licking his ears. He through his arms out and giggled as the wind lightened every fiber in his being. Something about the open sky, the wind the companionship felt right. If only he could fly... Suddenly he felt a bit of nylon smelling cloth wrapped about something vaguely hard, yet light, hit his head. The pup turned around, tail wagging at full speed as he looked at Aaron. "Dad!" He gave a canine grin once more, showing off his small pointed teeth. His smile grew impossibly larger when he saw that it was his kite. "Ooh! Ooooh! Can we put it together? Please dad? Can I help? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. Please?"
Aaron looked around noticing just how many people were here trying to fly the kites. He glanced at Quincy who had since snagged the kite and was now on his knees, tongue sticking out in concentration, as he attempted to piece together the kite. He looked so much like a kid. Well, that is if you ignore the ears and the tail...and the odd markings. But he was a cute thing. Holding the stamina of a Australian shepherd any day. Could probably even beat one. He grinned and reached down, ruffling the boy between his dog like ears, mussing up his tresses.
"Nh...Dad, stoppit!" He looked up, smiling again and wagging his tail. He does like head scratches but he was on a mission now. He held up the partially pieced flag to Aaron and pouted. "I can't do it... Help, please?"
"Of course, bud." Aaron took the kite and fixed it up with ease... but only because he had purchased an 'almost ready to go' flag. He finished popping pieces together and attached the string. "Okay, Listen here, Quin face. You're going to hold this here raveler, string handle thingy. I'm going to run with the kite and through it into the air. Once it's up you need to start running behind you. Got that?"
"Yessir!" Quincy responded with wide eyes as Aaron backed up.
"You have to unravel the string so I can move..." Aaron explained once quincy nearly fell over with a tug from the string.
"Oops.." He unraveled the string for Aaron, tail swaying slightly in an absent minded wag.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
And with a small count down Aaron threw the kite into the air.You rolled a.. 4 : Your kite wobbles in the air and dips lower. If you were trying to get it off the ground, then give it another try, you just about had it!Quincy watched in horror as the kite fell back to the ground. He stopped running and fell to the ground, tail wrapped around his haunches and ears skimmed back. The hiccup looked for all his life, a kicked puppy. He squirmed a little to push his emotions back down. He will not cry because the stupid kite wouldn't fly.
Aaron ran over, kite in hand, picking up the string as he went. "Quin? Quincy? Are you okay there, bud?" Aaron dropped the undamaged airplane and huddled next to the boy, picking him up and holding him to his side.
"I'm sorry, Dad... I dropped it." Quincy muttered, clinging to Aaron's shoulder and looking out at the other people.
"Quincy. It's okay and definitely not your fault. Look here." Aaron responded, tapping Quincy's dog like nose. The boy looked over at him all glossy eyes and tail between his legs. "We're going to try again and get our kite so its the highest... Kay? Trust me."
"But...but. Dad, I-" The hiccup paused and looked over his guardians shoulder once more, seeing a pretty girl in a very pretty dress have her kite to a nose dive. He sniffed, she smelt nice, and turned back to Aaron. "Kay. But can I toss it into the air? You're bad luck!"
"right then. That's a trooper." Aaron stated and rolled some of the string up.
"ready?"
"Affrimative!" And they tried again.You rolled a.. 3 : Your kite crashes into the grass or a nearby tree! Oh no!"Oh dear..." Aaron stated before trying to run and catch the kite. It dive bombed into a small bush, receiving a tear. He looked out at Quincy who was in turn gazing at the kite in horror. This was not good for tiny egos. Especially for tiny egos who hated being a failure.
Quincy once again plopped on the ground, no longer enjoying the wind bursting around his frame, or wagging his tail. He looked once again, kicked. Aaron packed up the kite, making sure that he would fix it later so they could try on a beach or somewhere where flight was inevitable due to gale force winds. He smiled as he grabbed his back pack and moved towards the pup. "Ey, there Quincy."
"I'm not going to fly a kite ever again! All I do is break it..." Quincy barked out and looked woefully at his father.
"You know what Quin? I couldn't fly the kite either." Aaron said with a grin, sitting next to his pouting son.
"Yeah, but that's because you're bad with things that aren't computers..." Quincy retorted sourly. Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or to be offended. He chuckled and messed Quincy's hair up once more.
"Well. Lets go eat lunch and see how we feel after. They have a nice spread."
"Okay..." Quincy followed up towards the picnic tables. After a few debacles with serving wear and Aaron's lunch pack, Quincy sat happily on the bench with a bit of melon. The downtrodden posture having long since left his stance.
Quietsnooze Fireworks rise above the fields with loud screams and crackle just before exploding into rays of brightly coloured light. The sun has just barely set, but it seems the supply of fireworks is enough to keep going through the cover of darkness. They burst in different directions, explode in different patterns, and shine colours of rainbows. However, it seems that mischief is a-brewing.. and for whom? Why, a little sugar glider.. making acquaintances with the licks of fire.. and a man named Matthew.. who'll soon get more than the fun of the festival!
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:25 pm
||Work and Sam's Hoagies||
[a man with the last name of a b s h i r e ? ]
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:29 pm
||Flowery Madness||
[ this girl is c r e e p y ! ]
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:49 pm
||The Alphabet Is A Confusing Thing|| [ why does he write so n e a t l y ? ] How does he write this way... honestly? I still can't write in cursive. I wanted to keep this on the fridge but Quincy seemed pretty determined to send it off to the small Mantis child we saw. This is what I think it says. Dear Dalal/General,
It's Quincy, dad told me what community meant (he asked me and I told him that what we had at seedpie graphics was a community). And I have one too. You'd like Sam, she's nice.
Quincy.Just a post note. Quincy is very proud of writing his name.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:52 pm
||Playing House...er....Doctor!||
[ meet the chronic crash v i c t i m ]
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:55 pm
||Take Two and Taig!||
[ flying kites was never meant to b e ]
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 7:09 pm
||Our First Day Shopping||
[ the running ink and weathered spines hold more than s t o r i e s ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:34 am
||The Hound and the Shepherd||
[ one man's junk is a little boy's d r e a m ]
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 10:34 am
|| P.C.M - part I ||
[ oh the wonders of the m o o n ]
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 10:35 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 10:37 am
|| P.C.M - part II ||
[ the better to see you with my d e a r ]
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