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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:01 am
Anon took the map that was handed out to him, instantly kneeling down and opening the map up on the ground. The boy's hooded head was down and a gloved hand traced over the lines on the paper, going down and around and following a few of them before he stopped and kept his finger there, on that one spot. He uncapped his new pen with his teeth and drew a circle around it, making it dark enough to notice but not allowing it to obscure anything else on the page.
In rather clear and crisp writing, he wrote 'Home' above the circle, again not obscuring any streets or other maply designs. Then he waved to Deimos and pointed down, tapping the space that said 'home' before pointing back at the pink haired boy. Then he turned away, tracing the map until he found another location; the graveyard. He circled it once, making it less dark than when he found the other boy's home, and this time wrote 'Anon - Home' above it, in case the boy got lost or needed him again. Unless it was during the day, someone always knew where he was, and he always returned there no matter what. It was a fool proof place to find him!
The pen was capped and put back in his pocket, and he just...stared down at the map. It was near impossible to tell, but he was charting a course to bring the boy home. Eventually he stood up, folding the map and handing it back to it's new owner.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:17 am
Deimos squatted down so that he could watch what the other boy was doing, his eyes going a little wide as he marked on the map where Deimos's home was. The pinked haired boy's eyes got rather wide as he saw that, feeling his heart skip a beat, "Oh! That is where my house is?" He asked in an excited manner before he watched the way that circled another area and wrote down another note on it. Deimos tilted his head as he read it over, "Anon Home...? Oh! Your name is Anon?" He asked, sounding curious. So other boy did have a name! Well... he supposed that he couldn't not have name, huh?
The boy called Anon capped his pen and set to work... starring at the map? He wasn't exactly sure what the other boy was doing but he went quiet to allow him to stare in peace before he was standing up. Dei followed suit and took the map that was held out to him, "Thank you." He murmured, hugging the map to his chest. So he would be able to use this thing to get around, to find home, to find Anon's place if he ever got the courage up to leave the yard again once he got home, "So much, I don't know how I'd of gotten this far without you." He was sure that without Anon he'd likely be back where he'd been where the other boy found him crying a river.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:29 am
Anon nodded when the other boy asked about his home, and again when asked about his name, taking a moment to jot "Anonymous" in one of the boarders of the paper, then pointing to himself. Quite a...fitting name for him, really. Then, he pointed at the pink haired one before curling his hands so they were palm up, complete with a little shrug of his shoulders as if to say 'I don't know yours'. Anon couldn't recall getting a name from the boy he was helping!
They were standing now and the map was handed back; at the compliment, Anon lowered his head modestly, waving his hand dismissively. Nah, he wasn't that great, he was just doing what he could! The bags were picked up and once more hanging from his own wrist, offering a free and leather gloved hand to the pink haired boy. The boy's body was turned, like he was just waiting to be followed, and eager to get the boy un-lost.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 1:06 pm
Anonymous was a rather interesting name he thought to himself, never having heard that name used in such a manner before. He watched as the other made some motions with his hands and shoulders at him and it took a second for him to get it before he smiled, "I'm called Deimos." He told the other boy, seeming quite happy over them introducing themselves as he felt it made them somehow closer then without names having been sharked.
Deimos took the hand that was offered to him so that they could start on their way once more, toward the direction that the map said his home was in. It was rather... exciting, to the point that he was shaking a little bit. He was on the way back and soon he would be safely home, "This is very nice of you." He murmured, Anon was a very nice boy for taking him this whole way from where he'd picked him up all the way back to where he'd come from. As they walked some things here and there starting to look familiar. There was a certain sign, the way some rocks were piled just so to make a fancy wall, and then he could see his roof from a distance which had his breath catching in his throat at the sight.
"O-Oh! There Anon!" He said excitedly, pointing with the hand that wasn't clinging to the other boy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 1:52 am
Anon nodded when given a name, leaning forward in a bit of a mock 'nice to meet you' type bow. A gloved hand closed around Deimos' and Anon led him around town, occasionally pausing to look at street signs to make sure they were, in fact, gong the right way. There was a modest hand wave when Deimos referred to his kindness; the hooded boy even bit down shyly on his bottom lip, nibbling at the stitch there.
The hooded head tilted to 'look' at where Deimos was pointing, nodding excitedly (but not too excitedly to move his hood or hat!) and walking just a bit faster. There, they were almost there! That must've been exciting for the boy who seemed so terrified of being lost.
Soon they were out front of Dei's home, and it was there that Anon dropped his hand, motioning with the other to shoo Deimos inside where it was safe. A real home was always nice to have, or so he assumed; he didn't really have one. He 'lived' in the graveyard and was 'protected' by the night shift, which pretty much meant he was alone about ninety percent of the time. Home was foreign but sounded nice, and at least Deimos was back to his now!
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:56 am
The pink haired boy contentedly followed along after Anon, looking around as they went, trying to memorize some of the things that they were passing by. Being out and about wasn't so bad when someone else was there with him he thought to himself, he could almost come to enjoy such walks if more people he met were like Anon... well... maybe not. Anon was one that would likely have terrified him if circumstances had been normal, if he were just running into him on a normal day he doubted that he would have ended up in such a situation, holding onto him and following him around.
His eyes got quite wide as he looked up at his house when they arrived in front of it. He starred in a manner that looked just plain delighted as he turned to look at Anon, "Thank you so very much Anon, I don't think I would have gotten here on my own." He murmured, smiling in a delighted manner. He stepped closer to him, giving Anon a quick hug before backing up, "I hope to see you again sometime."
The house never looked so welcoming to the young boy as he headed down the walkway toward the stairs that would lead him up onto the porch.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 2:19 am
As always, the compliment was met with a modest shake of his head. Nah, he wasn't that special; Deimos would have gotten home one way or another! Anon nodded; yes he did want to see him again, too! The odd smelling boy returned the brief hug and stepped back as well, as to not scare his new friend.
He watched Deimos, staying where the pink haired one left him. Anon did not budge or move a single muscle until the door closed and the boy disappeared completely. Feeling accomplished, he turned and headed away, taking the grocery bags back to the Graveyard workers.
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