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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 6:43 pm
"You're welcome." The woman said with a teasing laugh, though he didn't say his Thank you's. It didn't particularly matter to her; it was just something of a habit now.
"I'm thankful he seems to like it." Eli chuckled a bit, starting to dab at 'Madame Melt' a little more, adding more bruising and hints of thread veins. "When I'm out here, he's usually out here with me, drawing or painting too. Much easier to keep track of him that way." She nodded, grinning almost stupidly at her work. All the while she pictured her precious boy, looking way too serious as he worked over a mash of paints, or holding a crayon in his fist and kicking his feet behind him. "God, Shiloh, don't get me started on him. I'll talk forever. He's just too damn cute! I blame his Father." She shook her fist in a vague direction, hoping Devin would somehow feel it and shudder appropriately. "Actually, I blame me. Dev's not here so he can suck it." Another fist shake in the same vague direction, followed by a laughing cackle at her own terrible nature, and she got back to work.
"Ah, a wanderer! I keep meaning to do that." But, child. And work. "Hey, actually, have you lived in Ashdown long?"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 7:43 pm
It sort of hurt. Shiloh was listening intently as he doodled, yeah, but hearing the way Eli doted about her son really hurt. He'd kill for something like that, honestly.
No, wait— no he wouldn't. Shiloh was stronger than that. He didn't need that kind of bullshit anymore. He'd made it this far alone, so... it'd be fine. He was fine. He bit his lip.
"It... sounds nice." he admitted, because it did despite his bitterness. "I'm actually uh... not from around here." he set his pencil down, picking out one with a different hardness. "Was born in Maine. We moved here when I was young. Don't... really remember when?"
It was a long time ago, anyway.
"I don't mind it, though. The town I'm from was pretty small too, if the pictures are anything to go by. I have friends here anyway." okay, that actually made him smile a little bit. Granted, he meant friend instead of friends, but he didn't need a crowd to feel a little less alone.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 4:41 pm
"It is nice. Though I do await the day he becomes just like I was when I was a kid." Eli's laugh tapered off nervously, and she paused her work long enough to hang her head in preemptive defeat. "I was such a troublemaker…" Was. Hah. Devin would have gotten a good laugh out of that. Still, she only happily got back to work, and even happier still was she to listen to Shiloh talk.
"I see! That's cool. I'm glad you like it enough here." Eli hummed along, tilting her head just enough to smile in his direction. She missed her friends so much. They were all elsewhere, living their own lives. Sure, the internet existed, as did Skype and face time, but…it somehow wasn't the same. Close, but not quite.
"So? What else? You're awfully quiet about yourself." Eli, on the other hand, had been gabbing for eternity. Her prompting was gentle
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 6:48 pm
"Ha! You sure about that?" Shiloh actually laughed, momentarily distracted from his doldrums. "I sure's hell wouldn't want anyone ending up like me."
Not that he'd ever have kids, god no. On a list of things that would be worse than death, children was definitely one of them. Kids just made him awkward in general; maybe that was just a high schooler thing, but babies were <******** gross and children were so goddamn disaster prone that he'd probably end up killing one on accident. No thanks buddy.
And then she popped the question. Shiloh was all set to listen to Eli blabber about herself, but the conversations always inevitably turned back around on him. If there was one thing Shiloh wasn't very fond of, it was prying. His posture went ridged and tense as he weighed his options. Obviously, he wasn't about to spill his life to some pseudo-stranger, but... she seemed nice enough, and she was fairly open, and honestly who the ******** else was she going to tell? Well, maybe friends or family, but she was a mom and that stuff only stayed in momland social circles, probably.
"I dunno'. There ain't much." which was a half truth, honestly. "I don't do a whole lot. Just draw... listen to music... draw s'more." he laughed a little, but this time it was a little softer and a little more serious, "I guess I like to bike a lot. Do tricks 'n stuff. My brother always gives me trouble for not wearin' a helmet." he perked up, puffing his chest out, "I only split my forehead once y'know! That's pretty damn good for eighteen and no helmets!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 12:45 pm
"Oh, god, I'm dreading the day he becomes like me. If he ends up like his Daddy, I seriously dodged a bullet. But me..." She shuddered again. "Though...I guess if he'd like Dev was as a kid, and then like me when he's older..." She hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "I guess that would be a best case scenario. I'm pretty great." With another cackle of amusement, she balanced her tray on her knee, and reached for a tube of purple paint. "Nobody ever wants anyone to turn out like them. But we're turning out pretty good in the end, yeah?" She nudged her elbow at him, even if he wasn't close enough to actually nudge.
She was mixing the purple into a few various colours on her tray as she listened to his little talk about himself, thankful he probably couldn't see her little cringe when he mentioned no helmet.
"Hey, drawing is great. Music and Drawing as a combo is even better!" Then, she sighed: "But I do have to Mom you at least a little, so bear with me: Try to wear your helmet, okay? You're a good kid. I'd like to keep seeing you around!" She let that linger in the air for a moment, feeling rather proud of herself for doing her obligatory adulting for the day. Well, for this kid anyway. She'd already adulted for her son countless times before she sent him away with Nasir and Wil.
"Now that that's out of the way." Damn this incessant need to protect people younger than her! Otto was to blame. "That record is pretty amazing! What were you trying to do when it happened? What kind of tricks can you do?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 5:42 pm
Shiloh rolled his eyes, "Hey, I'm not goin' anywhere!" he'd survived a lot of bullshit, he'd have you know. "And I ain't that good of a kid either." except he was grinning a little and his eyes looked somewhat mischievous. He was a rightful hooligan, that Shiloh Beaumont.
"Okay so like," this was undoubtedly one of Shiloh's favorite stories to tell. He'd never get tired of it, "I'm like, eight or something, and there's this massive hill that was by our house. Fun as s**t to fly down as fast as you can, 'cept one day it rained real bad and I totally lost my traction." he was laughing a little, "I totally ate it. But y'know? No one messed with me after that. Somethin' about chargin' at the other kids with blood runnin' down my face really mussed 'em I guess." he was laughing harder.
"Ain't never learned my lesson either. It's fun. I don't really care about the risks." he stopped drawing, leaning back on his hands, "You wouldn't really get any of the tricks if I called 'em by their technical names, but I do can do a lot of the basic s**t. Like y'know, wheelies and rail grinding and stuff." he looked at Eli, "But most recent one I've been pullin' off is called the can-can, 'cause you like, go way up in the air like—woooosh!—and then you gotta kick your leg over the opposite side of the bike really quickly." he was trying to talk with his hands, but it wasn't working too well. Didn't really matter, because Shiloh wouldn't notice; he was too lost and starry eyed in his explanations.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 5:26 pm
Eli paused her work to raise her hands in defeat. "Okay, okay." She laughed, though the urge to continue to Mom him was intense. There was a new thing added to her list of worries for Otto: that he wouldn't wear helmets, and crack his head on the pavement. She almost shuddered at the thought.
"Well, that's one way to assert your dominance." A small cackle followed, imagining a smaller version of Shiloh screaming along with blood pouring from his face. It was a beautiful image, and one she could see him repeating at his current age. She listened to him go on about his tricks, absolutely loving the energy in his voice and the animation in his hands that she could see from the corner of her eye.
"That sounds pretty cool. I should have pegged you as a thrill-seeker! You ever attach a go-pro to your head? You'd probably get some neat footage." There was a small pause, before she squinted up at the sky, and then through one of the windows at the front of her house.
"Hey, you want something to eat?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 9:44 am
"A... go pro? Like those camera things?" he shook his head rapidly, "I mean, it might be cool, but I can't afford that kinda stuff." he tapped the end of his pencil against his chin, musing to himself in thought. Honestly, he was still stuck on nostalgia boulevard, recalling the blood and the screaming and the mayhem of his youth. Good times for Shiloh Beaumont.
At Eli's next question, he gave pause. Something to eat? Shiloh was never one to turn down free food, but... after getting the water and the chance to draw and the chance to talk, it felt bad taking even more than he felt entitled to. "You... sure?" his brow furrowed, head tilting to the side before he finally shook his head of indecisiveness. "I really shouldn't." he finally said, though the admission was slow, "Actually I should probably get home soon..."
Not that he needed to, or really wanted to. "But uh, thanks..." Shiloh knew manners, but they were still difficult to display to anyone who wasn't his dad. Instead he continued to toy with the end of his drawing utensil. "But, I think it'd be... nice? Nice to come back sometime, I mean, if that's okay..."
He set the pencil tip back onto his paper, face blushing as he was overtaken with an unusual (but fitting) wave of bashfulness. It was an awkward sensation—feeling like someone cared—but it wasn't necessarily a bad one either.
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