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 Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 7:58 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:36 pm
Lind sat on his bed, legs crossed and chewing on his thumb nail. The small item in front of him was regarded with great scrutiny. Well. What was he going to do with this? There was a large sigh from him as he scooped up the small object and scrambled off the bed, walking out of his room and down the hall.
"Su-..mom?" The small woman glanced up from her work, raising an eyebrow at Lind. "Yes?"
"Um...I was just wondering, could you...do anything with this?" He hesitantly dropped the object into her outstretched hand, and her eyebrows raised even further at what was placed in it.
"Where did you get this?" her tone was suspicious, causing him to dross his arms with a sigh. "A friend gave it to me."
"Lind, people don't just give things like this away!"
"Yeah, well, he did!" he said resentfully. "I didn't steal it if that's what you're thinking."
"I didn't say that," her voice was already detached as she turned it around in her hands, examining it for any possible flaws. With a sigh she looked up at him. "I'll see what I can do."
A small smile flickered across his face as he gave her a one armed hug. "Thanks, mom."
A few days later, Lind found a small bag on his bed when he went to crash, a tiny note crumpling under his hand, his tired eyes unable to comprehend what was written on it. Fumbling hands shook out what was in the bag, and a pair of earrings fell into his palm.
A pair of silver, snake like earrings that each twined around a chunk of the ruby, tiny chips of it used for the eyes.
The earrings looked suspiciously familiar, rather similar to the one that was used as his sacrifice, and the mate to it that was left at the Sanctum.
Way to go, Subo, way to go.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 4:32 pm
Perhaps, dear reader, you might be wondering how this seemingly normal (albeit shiny) teenager manages to remain (relatively) happy despite this horrible, horrifying, horrific background he has looming behind him. Perhaps you might be wondering why he doesn't linger on it much, if at all. But in this thinking, dear reader, you would be mistaken.
Because for every moment he is in public, showing the face of a normal teenager, there is another where he is by himself, staring off into the dramatically placed sunset, hair blowing gently in the wind. The ghosts of memories lost swam in his eyes as a handful of flower petals blew past him. He turned his back to the sunset, wings flaring out, silhouetting him dramatically against the sun. No. That was a life that he left behind him. One that he couldn't go back to, so far as to not remember much of it but bits and pieces that haunted him daily.
All he could do now was bury those feelings beneath a layer of pretense, saying nothing of it around other people and only letting it show when he was by himself. He had had heaven, and now...now it was gone. His eyes now swam with tears as he trudged his way back home, the dying sunlight briefly illuminating the tear that slowly tracked it's way down his cheek, turning it and the silver scales on his skin into molten fire.
In all honesty, though, dear reader, you should be wondering more on how the boy manages to sneak into the house at very late (or very early) hours of the night/morning in various altered states of mind. For not much gets by the keen eyes and ears of Subo, so one would have to assume that either he was incredibly good at sneaking, or that she already knew.
Either way, it is best to not upset the status quo. Tends to make things more difficult and just unpleasant in general. So Lind will continue to think that he is being sneaky, and Subo will continue to pretend that she doesn't notice the boy coming back from work smelling of smoke or coming back drunk at night.
And really, if you were to ask him about any of the purple-prose ish angsting about his past life, he would just look at you strangely. Because for starters, he really wouldn't...do that... and he doesn't really remember any of it in any case.
He might, however, do so about the wonderful hangover he will probably have in the morning.
Out of earshot from Subo, of course.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:15 pm
Some things are too ridiculous to believe fully. These things are generally easier to accept than things that make sense, because, well. It's ridiculous. It really couldn't exist, so what's wrong with humoring it for a bit?
This was how Lind felt about the newest addition to the family. It had stopped growing, finally, until it fit comfortably in the palm of his hand when it was curled up. And he was starting to figure out why it happened to come into being. Irony. The world has a cruel sense of it. Over the last few weeks he had been working on controlling his power, and was able to get it at least to a point where it doesn't get out of control when he gets angry. It's a start.
And he had figured out a way to 'freeze' the snake temporarily, turning it back into, for all intents and purposes, a lifeless metal snake. Made it easy to keep track of during work. And despite the fact that it bit him in the face several times, he was kinda growing to like it.
What can he say, it's cute. Named it and everything. Admittedly, not a very good snake name, but it just looked like a Hugh. Every once in awhile he would bring it some small scrap of metal from work, which it devoured like any snake would, and it somehow ended up using that metal to grow, the result being an odd amalgam of different metals along it's length.
The universe just didn't want him to have a normal pet, did it?
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:42 pm
The dreams had started to become more and more frequent. It was even more annoying because he couldn't really remember anything, except that he was annoyed at not remembering it. It would come up at the strangest of times, too. A simple phrase would set him off down the track of deja vu, causing him to space out in the middle of conversations. Which wasn't so good some of the time.
And when asked about it by a friend, and when he voiced his concerns about it, she gave him a vaguely sensible response.
Maybe it was a memory of a past life.
Well, that's just a load of bullshit, isn't it?
No, no, I'm serious!
The idea was laughed at, jokes were thrown about, the subject dropped quickly like the rest of them, to disappear into the haze of the night.
It wasn't forgotten by all, though. The next morning he received a call from her, questioning him about it, if he remembered anything, if he was doing anything to remember anything, why wasn't he doing anything to remember anything, stop being a d**k and get off of your lazy a** this is important. His sarcastic query about how to do so was met with more profanity.
And also with the suggestion of trying to draw it.
Well, how the hell am I supposed to do that if I don't remember it?
Hey, subconscious! It does it's own thing! Just don't think about it!
Right. Because that'll totally work.
What did I say about being a d**k? Call when you're done!
And with that curious conversation in mind, he drove off to work, trying to figure out exactly what the hell she was talking about. Work went by in a daze, as usual. Much of it due to lack of a good night's sleep, though the thoughts running through his head certainly weren't helping. And as he was leaving for the day, he passed by the large pile of scrap metal and parts that was always out back to be taken to the dump later in the day.
"...Hey Eiric!" Screw the whole drawing thing. As he was walking towards the pile, he grabbed a blow torch that was sitting by the wall.
Let's see if her idea worked, then.
~*~*
If he thought that work passed by in a daze, then that night just didn't seem to exist in comparison. He didn't notice when the battery in his music player died a few hours into it, he didn't notice the various burns along his arms and legs from flying bits of slag. When the blow torch was finally turned off and set down next to a rather sizable pile of cigarette butts, he finally stepped away from the pile of scrap metal, it was no longer just a pile. Chaotic twists and tangles of broken parts and rusted wires gave way to an almost skeletal figure rising out of it, ragged, wing-like structures emerging from it's back.
And as the sun finished rising it seemed to ignite the sculpture from within, giving the metal an orange fiery glow, which, coupled with the smoke curling from his last cigarette that was dangling from his mouth gave it a rather sinister edge to the angelic figure that seemed to be trying to reach out of the chaos, but didn't seem to be ******** me running.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:21 pm
Think Tank
- The cute boy/girl (or just a group of friends) you've been eyeing calls you and asks if you want to go out but it is way after your curfew already. Do you chance it and go or do you decline and stay home and mope around for a few days. If you do go out does your guardian find out? do they catch you leaving or coming? if not does your guilty concious make you rat yourself out?
Hey. It's how it goes.
As the night went on and that table was progressing through their meal, he actually found himself enjoying it. Which was strange, as it usually...always was a way to to just get them feeling all nice and taken care of and thinkng they had a chance so they would leave a better tip. Sure, it was kinda mean and shameless and such, but hey. He was saving his money up and such. Didn't make all that much in actual wages from there, so had to make it up in tips.
Of course, that all changed when he was sitting in his truck, one hand on the key as if he stopped in mid motion in turning it. Held in place against the steering wheel was the small note left with the check, a phone number and a note inviting him to call after he got off of work or if he wasn't busy some night.
Fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he thought. He should be getting home, he really should. He would get ratted out the next morning by someone or another and then get a lecture about how he shouldn't be staying out so late for heaven's sake, who were you with, where did you go, what did you do, the nagging always seemed never ending.
But if he went home, all he would do would be lie in bed since he really wasn't that tired yet, despite it being rather late.
Well.
What a conundrum.
His fingers twitched around the key, but stopped yet again.
To hell with it.
His hand dropped from the key and rooted around in his pocket, pulling out his phone as he dialed the number from the slip of paper.
Ring.
Ring.
Rin- "Hello?"
"Hey...his is Lind..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:22 pm
Think Tank
- Your Herald has learned to develop their powers enough to do small tricks. But what happens when a co-worker really gets under their skin? Does (s)he use her powers at all? If (s)he does, what are the consequences?
And, on top of it all, the person who was supposed to be on shift with him was late or not coming, so Lind was stuck hurrying to cut lemon rinds, refill creamer pots and sugar bowls, stuffing every single brand of sweetener ever invented in with the sugar, making sure there were enough espresso cups clean, making sure there were enough utensils, and generally running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
The kitchen staff were, as usual, about as empathetic as a rock.
A rock that makes innuendos about your sexuality (although most of them are so blunt it would be an insult to call them an innuendo), called you names that would make a sailor blush, and did a variety of things that were just downright obscene.
Of course, Lind usually was able to give it right back to them, a fact that made this job a whole lot easier, but today was just not one of those days.
So, when the usual catcalls and jibes were thrown at him, about being/looking like a girl, about taking it up the a**, about a variety of things all generally related to those ideas, he just about snapped.
And when the smack on the a** from the rolled up towel came, he did just that. With a snarl, the offending line cook found himself slammed against the counter, thin, almost needle like threads of metal seeming to rise out of the metal surface of the counter, twining through the fabric of his cook's shirt, binding him to the surface. "I swear to god," he hissed through gritted teeth, "if any of you mother ******** try that bullshit with me today, I won't even think before riddling you full of holes, comprende?"
And mumbling curses the whole way, he stomped back out of the kitchen with the tray of cups he had came for, the metal slowly retreating back into the counter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:53 pm
Think Tank -The time for independence is upon you! It is time to spread your wings and leave the nest! That is right, it is time for your Herald to move out and stand on their own two feet.
Where do they move to? Do they have any roommates? Is the place a sketchfest or is it nice? How do they cope with being on their own?
He wanted a nice place. And nice places cost more.
On top of that, he wanted at least another month or two's worth of rent saved up in case of an emergency. So. He waited. And looked through the newspapers and the ads and saw the various 'for rent' signs around town. None of them were particularly....nice. He went to the open houses, took the tours, called the people, but either they were places he wouldn't want to live, they were incredibly inconveniently located, or the landlord was just sleazy.
But, lo and behold, one day! He found the place.
It was perfect, it wasn't ridiculously tiny, it wasn't too big, it was close to both of his jobs, it was in his price range, and the landlord only had a barest minimum of sleaze.
This he could do.
The offer was quickly pounced on, paperwork was signed, hands were shaken, and his deposit and first month's rent paid.
Of course, he was given the look of the betrayed parents as he packed up his room, but he placated them with the general yes, I will visit, no I won't have any wild parties, no I won't ignore you, yes I'm just over there it's not like I'm on the other side of the world or anything.
His stuff fit easily into his truck, and with a final wave he drove off down the road, feeling rather freed.
~*~
The boxes weren't quite unpacked, and the place needed some furniture, but goddamnit, it's his place and it's fantastic.
And then his phone alarm started to beep.
Time to go to work.
God damn it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 9:19 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:51 pm
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 1:14 pm
Sometimes life just kinda sucks.
True, he managed to get a date that was unexpected and...strange, but hey. It was something at least. But then she just kinda...left. Which was strange in and of itself, but hey. Lives in a strange place, and she's a strange girl, not too out there, eh?
But, of course, that took away one of the few people around here that was his age in the wacky-fun Heralds community, so that sort of left him at a dead end there. Of course, he knew other people in town, but still. Wasn't quite the same.
The back slapping, for one. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the shins. Also the scales. For some reason, people just didn't think they were quite that real. And sometimes ignored the conventional laws of society and personal bubbles and tried to pick at them.
Yeah.
That kinda sucked.
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