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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 9:28 am
Lawrence sighed at someone banged on the door and made a lot of racket, narrowing his eyes at the noise as it grated distinctly on his nerves. "We are mate." he replied irritably as he unbolted the door, not sure who'd be out there.
Looking over Malkam and Mikael he raised a brow in a gesture that was mirrored uncannily by Mikael himself. "Did you two wake up here too?" he asked. "We haven't been able to find any of the people in the pictures."
Mikael was likewise relieved to find no one overly hostile behind the door, just two kids not so different from them. "Yeah, we woke up here. I don't know where here is though. I'm Mikael." he said. "Lawrence." said the small boy.
And Mikael stopped and stared, the resemblance, when you looked for it, was really unmistakable.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 9:51 am
Malkam looked suspicious, and even more suspicious at the name. Two more kids. "Have you seen any adults?" He asked, and then, "You're not...named after your dad, are you?"
Rodney, who was standing quietly behind Lawrence, held the picture to his chest...and then held it out for Mikael.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 9:55 am
Lawrence shook his head. "My old man's called Luke, I just got an L at the start of my name like all my brothers. I'm named after him like that I guess." And he shrugged, oblivious to the way Mikael was looking at him.
"My granda's called Luke." Mikael said, and because he was much more gullible and prone to believing fantastical things than most people, asked. "Are we in the past?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:13 am
"Why would we have time traveled," Malkam said with an eyeroll. He snatched the picture away from Rodney, pointing to Lawrence.
"It's him. He brought us here, he's got his stupid picture in the house. He probably just lied about his name. It's 2011, right? Do you know where we are? Is this your dad?" He asked.
He hadn't looked too long at the picture, but if he had, it would have seriously creeped him out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:21 am
"Uh no." Lawrence said. "My dad's different. He's all like." And he made a very serious face and mimiced Luke's voice with uncanny accuracy. "He's all "Why are you like this Lawrence?"" He shook his head. "No that guy is no one I've ever met." He paused and squinted at Malkam. "Though that buy in the picture looks dead like you, he's your spitting image. Him too." And he pointed at Mikael who glared back.
"And it's 1989, don't be stupid, this isn't the movies. You are just trying to trick me and its really rude."
Mik wasn't sure what to make of this whole scenario "Maybe he's got another son?" he asked, but it was uncertain, there was something REALLY creepy about how well the kid had mimicked his grandfather.
"None of us know where we are though." he said, anxiously.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:34 am
Rodney reached to take the picture back (hesitating), but Malkam pulled it back to look at instead.
"That does look sort of like you," he admitted, showing it to Mik. "But, look, it's too tall to be you. And the face is too long. It's not 1989," Malkam insisted.
He couldn't believe they were having this argument. He'd believe they were on a different planet more than he believed that.
"Does anyone have a phone?"
Rodney shook his head.
There weren't any phones plugged in the rooms. It was weird, now that they mentioned it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:44 am
Malkam got a completely puzzled look at his request. "A phone?" he asked. It was like being asked if anyone happened to have a kitchen sink on them, phones needed to be plugged in and anyone with one would rather obviously be trailing a lot of white cable. "Why would anyone have one of those? You are right mental you are mate, I dunno what your malfunction is." he shook his head at Malkam.
"It's 1989 and I think maybe you are a bit mental, a few screws loose, thinking we are in the Jetsons or something." He'd watched back to the future and though it was really cool, he didn't think they could have arrived that way, they'd need a car and stuff, and he couldn't see anything like that around.
Mik eyed the picture in a very haunted sort of way. He didn't look that different, taller yes, longer in the face but to someone who owned the face, that was definitely his face, no question. He was doing the same sort of smile he did in the mirror. That meant the older man had to be Lawrence. He hadn't changed much for the picture than he remembered, a lot thinner, more hollow around the eyes and with his arms crossed in a way that made it look like he had one hand. The photo of Lawrence gave him chills.
"That's dad." he said. "Is this where he's been living?" he said. "He looks so old. Why don't I remember taking this photo? You are in it too Malk." He wanted to hold his head, he wanted to stop this strangeness before it pulled reality any further out from under his feet. At the very least he knew what a phone was, checking the pockets of the coat he'd pulled on.
"I have one!" he said, holding it up. It was really really modern, too modern. He pushed the button and the lock screen displayed the date and the time proudly.
"Uh. It says its 2017." he said, and a bit more of the colour drained out of his face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:53 am
"It's broken," Malkam said."What, you think that like, we're in the future, and everyone there can just think about guns appearing in their hands and they do? Because....there's....a war....?"
This was all a really ridiculous.
"And, anyway, what kind of war could have happened in five years? Something....weird's going on."
There was another small noise from behind Lawrence.
"2002." The boy behind him shivered, on the edge of tears, "It's...2002."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 11:05 am
Lawrence hadn't experienced any miraculous appearing guns so that also got filed under this kid being completely crazy. He'd met boys like him when he'd been in hospital, so fervently wrapped up in what they were telling you that sometimes you wanted to believe them, He was just dismissing everyone else's ideas. Maybe there was a war.
"Lots of things could happen in five years." he said, matter-of-factly. "And the news when I left was talking about lots of things. There was a wall they pulled down that was dead important and lots of other things. For me if its 2017 then a lot a lot of things could happen. People would be all old now!" He was prone to believe this was what happened because nowhere in his life had he seen anything like the bright crisp screen the other boy held in his hand.
He shook his head. "Anyway, say it's not broken. Then what? Why are we here?" He didn't have his medicine he realised, and that would end up with him in more trouble if his parents ever got hold of him.
Mikael also didn't look so sure about Malkam's sarcasm. "Do you have a phone?" he asked the other boy. "Because two phones wouldn't be broken."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 11:18 am
"I...don't know," Malkam said, giving up immediately. It was too much thinking for the morning.
And what about us? Jorm said. It's October. October 10th. The fifth October...
"It's not October," Malkam said. "Look, I don't care when it is, or where we are, or who you two are, anything. Our moms aren't here. Does this place have a kitchen?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 11:37 am
Lawrence was hungry and without any of the hang ups of his later self, he'd been raised eating some weird and very unhealthy food and was used to a big breakfast. Mikael wasn't so different.
"Who can actually cook though?" Mik asked, assuming that everyone present had the same cushy life he did.
Lawr shook his head. "I'm not allowed near the sharp things in the kitchen or to cook. Mum said too." Mik shrugged. "Lets look." he said helpfully, leading the way boldly downstairs where he found a sprawling living area attached to a kitchen. There was no one there either.
"I think it's just us here." he said. "Like everyone else in the world just vanished."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 5:03 am
"My mom cooks," Malkam said, as if this was the job of every mom.
Rodney didn't say anything, holding on to Larry's shirt, but he thought that maybe there was cereal...he needed a distraction.
Malkam, who was still sleepy and not shy about taking stuff from whoever had put them in this stupid house, made a face as he went through the fridge. "Soy milk? Fake cheese? Bean burgers?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 9:49 am
"Mine did too." said Lawrence. "Obviously. I mean that's what her job was." In actuality, she didn't have a job, staying at home to watch all of her children, but as far as Lawrence could tell this was an actual occupation. Mik nodded, also in a very similar sort of situation, he added. "I'm hungry." to the conversation at hand.
Larry kept close to Rodney, trusting him a lot more than the creepy boys. They were a bit like twins to him and he didn't know if they would make fun of them or try and hurt them given half a chance.
"What are those things?" he asked, having heard of some of the words Malkam was saying but not all.
Mikael headed over to his brother's side. "Why are there so many vegetables??" he asked critically
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