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PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:16 am


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PostPosted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 11:39 pm


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Rhythm of the Drums
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Tobias really wasn’t old enough to be wandering the streets of Clubs all on his own. He was a tiny thing, a little politoed child, and somewhat of a street urchin. He lived with a bunch of rough, batchelor fellows who labored away most of the day and they hardly had time for the likes of raising a child, but they didn’t know what else to do with him, thus when he wasn’t being corralled for a few basic lessons in math or he Carnie way, he was let loose and he did as he pleased. They simply just couldn’t keep up with him and he didn’t have any one parent. Dodger was his primary caregiver – the very same furret that had found his egg sitting in mud not all that long ago, but he was juggled about many of the young men who worked in this end of Clubs.

On this particular dreary afternoon, the amphibian boy was entertaining himself, as per usual. Typical for midday, the crowd had died down and many folks took the opportunity to either break or sneak in a bit more practice. Toby had made himself scarce in hopes of avoiding any chores or lessons. Heck, half the crew couldn’t even read and what they taught him was the most rudimentary of things. He didn’t want to help carry tent poles – he wasn’t really even tall enough to be any real use, he’d just be under foot. Due to this want to not actually work, he hung around performance tents, where many a pokemon was practicing for the shows they would be putting on later that night.

To say he was enamored would be an understatement. The fair skinned, redheaded politoed liked admiring their costumes. They were always so flashy and eye-catching, clean, and beautiful. They were nothing like the hand-me-down clothes that most of the background workers – his people.

It was as he wandered from tent to tent that his young ears caught the sound of a beat. Music was common in these parts, but he never really had any sort of preference. All the noise tended to jumble in the streets, but this… This was the sound of drums. Heavy drums with a firm beat, something that got his heart pounding and his head bobbing slightly in rhythm. To say that he liked it would be an understatement and he followed the sound to a red tent. Slowly, he peeled back the tent’s thick entrance flat and peeked inside. The stage was well lit and the performers, though not in costume, were giving their practice their all. Sweat glistened on their well-toned bodies as they moved to the beat. Toby couldn’t help but to sway along, enamored. He pushed the flap further, quietly sneaking in, when he felt a grip about his tummy and a force pulling him back, out into the dreary, cloudy, somewhat drizzly day.

“Ach, there y’are, squirt. I been lookin’ all over fer ya.”

The furret held the squirming boy in his arms, grinning ear to ear as he did so.

“S’ya fancy th’ music, eh? Shame, mebby I’ll see ‘bout bringing you ‘round to these parts when we ain’t busy. For now, though, Derris wants y’all cleaned up proper. We havin’ mandatory ‘spection on the quarters.”

“But Dodgerrrrrr, I wanna stay ‘n watch!”

“Next time, kiddo! Sorry for that. Orders is orders, don’tchaknow.”

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PostPosted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:20 am


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They were smoking again.

Smoking was a very popular thing amongst this lot of rabble-rousing tent-raisers and groundskeepers. He had tasted a cigarette before. He didn’t understand why the grown-ups insisted on sticking those things in their mouths cos they are nasty. Of course, Toby didn’t realize you weren’t supposed to eat the cancer sticks or the ashes. That had been an unpleasant experience. He didn’t like it when the adults sat around and smoked cos he wasn’t much fond of the smell, either. It seemed to cling to everything and sometimes it made him cough. He did like sitting around and listening to them trade stories, though.

That was why he spent much of this particular evening listening. What caught his attention this particular time, though was the flick of the lighter. He knew it turned the cigarette on, but he’d never actually looked at the device before. After talking and dispersing, Derris had left the red lighter on the table next to their stools. The moment he knew he wasn’t being watched, he swiped the lighter and tucked it into his sleeve so that it wouldn’t be noticed as he slipped to his bunk. It was bedtime and he couldn’t skirt that. If he snuck out, he’d get a spankin’ for sure and that was the last thing he wanted.

“You goin’a bed, kiddo?”

“Yeah, Dodger! See! Already in the covers!” He called back as he hid the lighter under his pillow and nestled down into the blankets. They weren’t the best, worn and old, but they were soft and comfortable. He couldn’t complain. The blankets were soft, the pillow was comfy, and he had a roof over his head. The furret extinguished the lights and flopped down on to the bottom bunk, getting comfortable. It was a typical night and tomorrow would be another, typical day.

Toby tried to sleep. He really did. He meant to save the lighter for tomorrow, when he was all-alone, but he really, really, really wanted to play with it now. He wanted to figure out how to work it. He wanted to make that orange and yellow flicker come up like he had seen Ferris do with it. He rolled on to his stomach and pulled the sheets up over his head, which was lacking that green hat he typically wore. He was nice, warm, and snug, but he was wide-awake. He pressed his nose into the pillow and slid his hands under it, feeling the cold, metallic casing of the lighter. He ran his small, stubby fingers over the wheel, but not hard enough to turn it. But no, he couldn’t turn it on now. He had to wait. Patience.

It took forever for sleep to finally take him. He curled up in to a fetal position and plunged a thumb into his mouth. He sucked the finger quietly, very much like the young child he still was. He didn’t know it now, but the very next day, his life would change forever.

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