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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 12:31 am
[.: A Trip to the Building :.]
Finding/being followed home by... you get the geist.Ross entered the building and was trying to find the room he was sent to by the strange person on the phone. His hands shook while holding a piece of paper. His eyes glanced from the paper to the walls and back again, attempting to recognize anything familiar from the scribbled directions he had received.
It was going poorly; in fact Ross believed honestly that he had passed that door at least five times now. He took a deep breath and continued on. I mean, you couldn’t get anywhere if you weren’t even moving, right?
That was his first mistake.
His second was staring dumbfounded up at what appeared to be a small orange boy with yellow hair.
Somehow between looking at his map, and the walls, and walking, he had managed to fall, arse first into a hole that was filled with pudding. The sticky gooey, semi gelatin mass gurgled and spat as it started to swallow up Ross. He felt the white goop attempt to enter his clothing and decided shouting would be considered more dignified.
“Hey, kid, can you find a rope or something to get me out? I just fell in here and I’m really late for a meeting an-.”
“Fire?” the boy tilted his head to one side, honestly curious.
“No, no fire, I need you to get me some help here.”
“Fire.” The boy nods.
“No fire! Help!” Ross shouted, thinking that this boy was thicker than the pudding! Of which was tapioca, and was starting to feel quite umm, interesting in his pants.
The boy considered the final words of the man and smiled as though he had finally figured something out. “No fire.” He said which made Ross smile; at least he figured out that much, “No help.”
The last two words drained all life from the face of the man that was Ross. For if he still was Ross, he wouldn’t look like a dead person from complete and utter destruction of his only hope.
But Ross never gave up oh no. So the kid wanted fire eh? Ross didn’t smoke, but he loved candles, and happened to have a lighter in his jacket pocket. Attempting to get to it caused one hand to submerge, and him to fall backwards so that his back was lying on top of the tapioca.
This seemed to be an ideal pose for the other occupant of the room, whom Ross had just noticed, and who heightened Ross’s desire to leave this room forever more and never return. He quickly pulled out the lighter and held it up, flicking it on.
The boy jumped in glee, “Fire Fire!” he shouted. Ross was surprised that no one pulled the fire alarm system with how loud this kid was shouting.
“Yes Fire, now help?” Ross asked, “I can’t give you the fire unless I’m up there.” He hoped the bribe would work, and figured it must have as a rope was flung down at him.
Ross started to reach for the rope when the boy called out, “No light rope on fire!”
….wtf…
Ross decided that this boy was getting to be too much. One good turn deserves another. Smiling Ross called up “It will look cooler if I can light it from a different spot, let me climb up a bit.” He hoped this would work as he pocketed the lighter and attempted to climb the rope as the other occupant slowly swam towards him
He was half way up the rope when the boy shouted, “You aren’t going to light it, you go bye bye!” and reached for the end.
Ross quickly shouted up, “No! No I am I am going to light it! I need to be higher!” the boy looked at him doubting, but didn’t drop the rope. Ross was grateful. Instead in his boredom the boy shook it around, which made climbing more difficult.
The other occupant had made their way to the rope and was beginning to climb just as Ross reached a point on the rope where he could climb out. He paused and smiled. “Watch this.” He said to the boy whose face lit up at the prospect of fire. Ross took out the lighter and lit the rope underneath him; it quickly burned and severed so that the occupant fell into the pudding where it was put out.
Ross climbed up quickly, and the boy helped pull him off the rope so that he had a better view. He had knelt by the hole and was watching the rope burn as if it was his first time ever seeing fire, which Ross highly doubted.
When it finished burning the boy held out his hand, “Fire” He demanded.
Ross fished around his coat and pulled out his map. He lit it on fire. The boy cheered and squealed as he watched the flames dance around the sheet.
As the boy watched the flame until all remained of the paper was little bits of soot, Ross had begun to make his way out of this place. He was done with the meeting, they could do whatever they wanted to him for not attending but NOTHING was worth his continuing to try to find the room they were supposed to meet in.
As he opened the door to the building to exit he noticed he had a companion. He looked back at the strange boy as he looked up at Ross, “You have fire.” The boy explained.
Ross sighed. No matter how he tried to convince the kid, he wouldn’t leave Ross alone. Small price for saving his life I guess, Ross thought to himself. The kid followed him all the way home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 11:07 pm
[.: Why we don't leave the boy alone :.]
Or how the house almost burned down.Ross lived in a small apartment. The glory and luxury of a full sized house in a neighborhood was pointless for a man who previously was the sole occupant of whatever living space he happened to own. The previously, of course relating to the fact that the new comer, the small orange boy, decided that it was best to remain with Ross for the time being. Ross was a simple man, who lived with only what he needed, and nothing more. He owned one plate one bowl one glass and one set of silverware, if the knowledge helps you understand how bare bone his possessions were. The exception would be his books. Ross enjoyed books and had collected them since childhood. Of course you wouldn’t find any of those books on his numerous shelves; he had of course out grown those and thus, had gotten rid of them. But still, his collection was substantial.
Deciding it was pointless for him to call the orange kid “Boy, Kid, hey you,” ect. Ross decided that after the boy had finally sat down for the first time in hours, that Ross would ask his name. It went something like this:
“Hey kid, what is your name?”
“Ureil.” He answered. It was something he had picked up playing around in the mansion until this point in his life.
Ross let his mind take a moment to wrap around what he had heard as he fixed himself some tea. “How would you spell that?” Ross strategically asked.
The boy thought it over like he had never considered it before. “U-R-E-I-L, Ureil.”
Ross considered, “Don’t you mean Uriel, U-R-I-E-L?”
“No,” The boy jumped up from the seat, “Ureil!!” he shouted and ran back to the empty room Ross had offered to be his new room.
“Right,” Ross sighed, “U-R-E-I-L.” He sipped his tea. Ross wrote a few things down over the half an hour that had passed since Ureil had gone to the back room. His tea was finished and he was considering something he needed to do.
Walking back Ross smelled something curious, but ignored it as it wasn’t strong. “I’m going to do something; I’ll be back in a few.”
Ross left, not even considering that this boy, Ureil, had lived in a mansion, where for the full of his life, he had not had to listen to anyone but the older kids, and had pretty much ownership over a large area of the mansion.
No, Ross had yet again made another foolish error as he exited this apartment, locking the door; He thought the boy would sit in his room.
How easily he forgot about this kid, and fire.
Ureil peeked his head out of the door. The big man was gone. A smirk curled up his cheek as he lifted the small lighter from his pocket and whispered “Fire,” and started on his work.
When Ross ran back in just a minute after, having forgotten a few things, “What the…” He noted that there was paper and ashes all over the floor. They had been burnt previously and were still smoldering. “Ureil!” He shouted and the boy had come out of the bathroom.
The tears in the boy’s eyes softened Ross, as he went over to him, “We need water.” Ross explained, getting his cup he used for rising full of water, he went around to each potential fire starter and poured water all over them. “Any else?” Ross asked. The boy, unusually obedient, pointed to his room.
He had been lighting a pile in his room when he lost control of one piece of paper, the room had within it a small fire. Ureil sat and watched the flames dance, a small, pained smile on his face, as Ross ran to the kitchen for the extinguisher. IT was good the fire was making no smoke, or the alarm would have gone off.
With a few sprays of the red bottle hose, it was all out.
The threat of fire was gone, but it was at that time that Ross finally realized why Ureil had been so helpful in ending his fire experience.
When he had lost control of the piece of paper he must have waved it around. Ross lead Ureil back to the bathroom. The white shirt was singed on his shoulder, and the skin was an angry red. Ross sighed. He removed the boy’s shirt and used a rag to clean up what he could without eliciting screams of pain from the small boy.
“Fires hurt.” Ross explained, “They can bring light and warmth, but they always must eat something in return, this one must have loved you to leave such a mark.” Ross rubbed on some aloe and bandaged up the wound. The boy didn’t speak.
Ross took the lighter away from the boy easily, “Right then, let’s go to the doctors to get that looked at.” Ross realized his earlier plans would have to wait. Oh the joys of having a kid to look after.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:23 pm
[.: Carrot Boy :.]
Blue is Evil.Ross wasn’t a horrid person in the least, although some would question his sanity in most aspects, parenting wasn’t one of them. This “Parenting” appeared to be what Ross was up to every day with his new border. The child couldn’t be older than seven, and had, apparently, not been taught much order other than “Do what you please and live with the consequences should there be any.” Ross decided that while this was generally a very good method towards teaching one how to handle real life when you knew nothing, he hardly felt it was what a child should put up with.
Respect, honor, and kindness were good things for a child to learn. Ross wasn’t a strict man, and considering how annoying the boy could be at times, it wasn’t surprising that Ross allowed the kid to go out and play often. Ross knew exactly where Ureil went each and every time he left the house, partially to ensure that the entire city didn’t burn down around his ears, and additionally because it was helpful to know exactly where Ross could grab the little fire starter, should he have need of him.
Beyond that Ross knew little of what went on with Ureil when he went out to play. This could be considered good or bad in some cases. This entirely depends upon whether you believe in strict parenting or lax parenting.
The situations when Ureil went out to play varied often. Some time he was around kids that adored him, listened to his wacky stories about a drunken man and his nephew who lived in this crazy mansion that Ureil grew up in. Other times were not so much fun. Ureil was small, although strongly willed; this meant that bullies, whenever bored, sought out Ureil for some taunting fun.
To them, he was Carrot. A girl had, by mistake she claimed, commented in a snotty voice that people who were orange clearly had overdosed on their carotene. When a bully asked the girl what Carotene was, she informed him that it was a substance in carrots that makes them orange.
The bullies took the idea and boy did they run with it.
The girl had additionally suggested that Ureil eat no more Carrots, or anything related, for quite a while and eventually he might turn back to a pale white once more.
It was lost on the bunch of them that maybe Ureil happened to have been born orange, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. Ureil, being about seven, wasn’t nearly as strong of mind and self to even consider this fact himself. While he contemplated burning the clothing off the bullies, and other such sinister plots, he felt he had no choice but to, for the time being, believe them.
He felt something was wrong with him, he was certainly not ordinary and his brilliant skin was a beacon for his abnormality.
Every night when Ross would fix carrots, Ureil would find some excuse not to eat them. He did this for other orange foods as well, including cheddar, just to be safe. The strange picky ness had Ross bewildered, but it was when Ureil started to discreetly coat himself in flour did Ross finally realize what was going on. Ureil wasn’t the kind of boy to take a kind talk seriously, nor was his open enough to Ross to trust him more than his peers. Instead, Ross found ways to encourage Ureil think of himself in a positive matter.
But he wasn’t dumb either. He didn’t lay it on, nor did he make Ureil think he was a god or anything, he just remarked at the uniqueness of Ureil’s skin tone, often relating it to fire. He didn’t do this often, for that would make him obvious, instead he did it whenever he felt Ureil needed an extra boost of self esteem.
It sadly, did not work. Ureil keep refusing his carrots, until one night Ross had enough.
“Its not the carrots that make you orange, Ureil.” Ross explained.
“How would you know?” The boy hissed.
“Good question, I don’t, but I have never seen you eat a carrot, and usually such a color vanishes in a month or so if it were fake, considering you burned your shoulder and the scar is a pale orange and not pink, I would assume that you, my boy, were born with that skin tone.” Ross chuckled and spoke something he entirely meant as a bit of humor, “You must have been born in a fire with the color of skin and hair you have.”
“So why are my eyes blue?” Ureil didn’t get humor. Ross simply couldn’t comprehend this so he ignored it.
“Because, somewhere inside of you there is something cool, maybe water, which can control your fire.” Ross took a bite of food that meant that he was done talking for now.
Uriel took a bite of his carrots. He decided that he hated his eyes right then and there, and his skin? Well, that he could live with.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 3:08 pm
[.: Chores :.]
Charcoal tastes good...Ross looked up from his pile of notes that replaced his furniture and house. He blushed, occasionally he would get so caught up in writing he would forget everything around him. He stopped writing long enough to gather up all of his papers, organize them and file those he was done with.
Ureil watched in fascination.
The maids cleaned up the mansion normally, so usually all the boys just left messes and moved on to where it was clean, on and on. He personally had never seen anyone clean before that wasn’t one of the maids.
Ross, once finished noticed Ureil sitting there, watching him. “Yes Ureil?”
“Why were you doing a stupid thing like that?” Ureil asked, thinking this man with fire was the strangest creature he had ever met.
Ross set down his pencil that he had picked up just a second ago. “What do you mean?”
“Cleaning, it’s dumb, the Maids clean.” Ureil explained.
Ross lifted an eyebrow, a smirk adorned his face. He was about to laugh. He was a neat person, having only what he needed to get by helped in this matter. In fact he had to pick up a bowl spoon fork knife plate and glass for Ureil, since he only had one of each before. “Cleaning is dumb?” Ross repeated, ensuring he had heard correctly.
“Yeah, I mean you just wasted five minutes from writing didn’t you?” Ureil pointed to the task Ross was intent of finishing.
“True, but now I won’t have to go back again and re-file everything, making even more work for myself.” Ross explained, thinking. “Maybe if you had a chore or two you might understand.”
“Me? Chores?” Ureil looked around, “You just cleaned everything.”
“Why don’t you cook dinner?” Ross suggested.
“I don’t know how.” Ureil looked to one side. Ross laughed.
“I think you will learn to love this chore my boy.” Ross stood up and led Ureil over to the kitchen, “After all, it requires a lot of fire…”
Ureil’s ears perked up and he smiled, “In order to cook, you play with fire?”
Ross considered this, “I guess you could say that…”
That night they ate charcoal that was once chicken.
Ross noted that Cooking was a lesson he would need to teach the boy, and THEN he would enjoy it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 6:40 pm
[.: Blue :.]
PRP Orion and Kisten...
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 10:25 pm
[.: Clothing Pt 1 :.]
To burn... or wash?“How many days have you worn that outfit?” Ross accused one day after finally getting fed up with the smell of his cologne hiding the scent of sweat and pee.
“Burn it?” Ureil suggested. To be honest Ross desperately wanted to take him up on that offer.
“We’ll see.” Ross muttered. The small amount of hope was not lost on the boy. “First we’ll need to get you new ones that you will switch off wearing, and wash ” Ross made certain this was clear.
By the disgust on Ureil’s face due to the mention of water, Ross realized that this might not go over too well. “I’ll just burn them instead.” Ureil decided, smiling.
“Will you now?” Ross chuckled, “I will only buy you enough clothing to switch off wearing and wash, to suffice for a young boy, if you burn them, there will be no more. Not until you either out grow them, or they are wore beyond repair. Or its been one year since they have been replaced.”
This was the rule, the law Ross handed down. Ureil would accept it, or… “Unless you want to walk around naked.”
This prospect seemed worse to the small boy. He frowned in defeat. “Fine.”
“How’s this…” Ross leant forword, “We will burn those clothing, when we get you new ones, and unless you want to use them as cloth or whatever, when you wear out or out grow the new ones, you can burn those too, but you must out grow or wear them out, you cannot sabotage them, and you must wash them.”
“Do I have to touch the water?” Ureil asked after a moment’s consideration, almost sheepishly.
Ross laughed, full and hard “Let me introduce you to the invention called the ‘Washing machine.’”
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 2:09 pm
[.: Clothing Pt 2 :.]
Shopping at the mallThe mall was made of wood. This was worth of note and a smirk from the small orange boy. The clothing on his back gave off an odor only cared for by the flies that flew about him.
Ross seriously hated the looks he was getting. No, he was not a poor Father like person, since he wasn’t this boy’s father, simply the person whose abode the kid decided to reside in. The mothers of the mall gave the boy a sympathetic glace, and Ross a flat out glare.
They wouldn’t feel so bad for the boy once he burned some of their newly bought designer dresses.
Ureil tried to wonder away from Ross. His lighter in hand, he attempted on multiple occasions to go to a pillar of wood, which held up the bright glass ceiling. Ross Quickly lifted the boy away.
He knew better than to touch the lighter.
It wasn’t only the faint green tinge of the clothing the boy was wearing that drew attention, but the color of his skin. The yellow hair and blue eyes made many suspects that the boy had one bad sun burn, but at the same time, he appeared to be in no pain.
The mall was a long stretch; Ross had picked up a few things from a couple of stores before they had reached the department store. The trip would have been considerable less stressful, embarrassing, and no to mention, shorter all together, had the moron who had designed the place actually taken the time to consider the consequences of parking on one side of the building only.
Normally Ross didn’t mind, today, he wanted that person to be in lots of pain.
The department store was mainly filled with items targeting either young thin females, or older mothers with daughters. Yes there were men and boy’s sections, but they were out of the way, in corners of the store rather than in east access.
Once Ross had located the boys section he did something against his better judgment. With a grimace he told the boy “Pick out any seven outfits. You are in a size six regular in pants and a medium in your shirts. Once you find them, we’ll pay and get out of here.” The less time wasted clothes shopping, the better.
Ross stood and watched the boy wonder around the section; other boys were doing the same, however led by the hand by their mothers in attempt to find the cheapest clothing possible for their little boys.
The boy’s free to find their own clothing did so quickly, with fads and favorite cartoons in mind. Ureil however, took his time, considering each shirt. Not for the character on the front, nor the toy it came with, but the type of cloth it was. The color and how it would look with the rest. A problem quickly solved by the cookie cutter white tee and black jeans he was currently wearing.
When he returned Ross noted that most of the clothing was pure cotton.
“It burns best” The boy explained.
And were mostly reds and blacks, with oranges and yellows thrown in. One shirt, that Ross particularly liked, and betted was Ureil’s favorite in no time was a blank tee with flames coating the base. It was button up and when Ureil handed him the simple white under tank, the outfit made sense.
“You are likely to out grow all of these soon you realize?” Ross explained, wondering why the boy had put so much effort into clothing he would like that we would wear for under a year.
“The shirts are larger.” Ureil explained as they brought the shirts and black jeans up to the register.
Ross considered that maybe Ureil had been raised by women most of his life before he met the boy… That would explain the strange behavior.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:08 am
[.: Clothing Pt 3 :.]
Bon Fire
The flames shifted in color, so did the smell.
It was strong enough that Ross had received complaints; however said complaints were easily quelled when the situation was explained.
It was either this, now, or the smell, later, on the kid.
Almost everyone decided now was best.
The orange figure next to the fire blended in, his skin seeming less affected by the fire due to its darker pigment. Ross knew however, that despite how unaffected the boy looked He would still suffer some welts and otherwise warm and pained areas on his skin.
You couldn’t exactly say burned. Orange didn’t really burn per sa, but it did grow darker, and despite the love the boy had of fire, he seemed rather to dislike burns on his skin.
Such as the one he kept under his sleeve.
The outfit the boy wore today wasn’t one Ross figured he’d like, which was good due to all the smudges and burns it was receiving due to how close the boy sat to the fire, just watching it.
It would sway back and forth, a creature of power, of strength.
It fascinated the boy. Its beauty and its power. He truly marveled at fire.
Humans weren’t perfect beings.
Fire was.
Slowly the glow faded into the night, as the boy had insisted this entire ordeal happen at night, due to the effect of the fire. The amount of clothing wasn’t much, only two items, but Ureil had tossed a few other trash-like items in it fuel it, fearing that otherwise the beauty wouldn’t be there long enough to admire.
Once done, the neighbors had a stern word with Ross… something along the lines of “Never again or else.”
Ureil walked with Ross back into the apartment, sad that the fire was gone, and so were his clothes.
The clothes he had, that all the kids in the mansion had. Practically the last bond he had to the place. Maybe he would visit again soon, get something else.
After all, he didn’t have to leave, which means that he would be free to come back anytime.
He would explain this to Ross later, as he didn’t understand things like fire, so things like the mansion might be above him.
The room filled with new clothes greeted him. Gifts from the man who had fire, who gave Ureil fire.
Did he really want to burn them away?
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:57 pm
[.: Lighter VS Matches Pt 1 :.]
0:1
As the days marched along Ross found himself hitting his head on his table due to the ammount of stress that came with his profession. What exactly that was, was at this point even lost on Ross.
If his work wasn't enough the gradual progression of his house from random, very few smudge and scortch marks into one large stating room of ash, would be enough to drive him to hitting his head upon the table.
Seeing as both were happening, Ross had every reason in the world to help himself develop a concussion.
After his headache had grown to such a point that his subconsious had taken over in order to end the pain Ross decided to walk about the small apartment to discern the damage.
Ureil was out playing, or whatever he did since Ross highly doubted that the boy was merely playing tag with the nieghbors.
This was the best opprotunity to look about the room without having the boy hiding random objects behind his back. A task that was suprisingly effective...
On the far wall by the bed the Boy had chosen was marks in patterns.
Unpon closer inspection Ross made out the following...
"Matches Lighter
1.......... 0 "
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 10:02 am
[.: Lighter VS Matches Pt 2 :.]
0:1
Ureil bent closely over an ant as it scuttled it's way along the sidewalk to its... hill. It had a small piece of a cookie on its back.
And Ureil had one match and one lighter. He watched closely as the ant gradually entered into his trap until...
Splat.
"What are you doing?" Ross looked down at the boy with his arms crossed. Uriel mimicked the motion.
"Nothing now."
"Ah, so you wern't just going to fry that bug with a match and a lighter?" Ross considered.
"Of course I was!" Uriel shouted back, "Then you stepped on it!"
Ross smirked, "Well then my boy there is a thing or two you should know about bugs, first off," He reached into his pocket and pulled out something he hid in his hand. "They fry in such a wonderfully slow way with..." he opened his palm, "A magnifying glass." indeed in his palm was a miniature magnification glass.
"How does anything burn with glass...?"
"Ah, let an old many teach you a little trick, and here comes our first test subject." he pointed at yet another ant.
Whatever this was, Uriel was looking foreword to it.
so the score remained the same.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 1:43 pm
[.: Lighter VS Matches Pt 3 :.]
0:2
"Now I'm gonna show you something you really are going to like," Ross informed the orange kid, "Grill meet Ureil, Ureil, the grill."
Ureil looked at the silver item in confusion, it wasn't fire so why did he think that it might be interesting.
"This is the part you'll love, first you put in these." He held up some wood and placed them in a square shape with the small ones at the center in a triangle shape.
Ureil crossed his arms, building, woooweee.....
"Then you put this liquid on it." and he sprayed the wood with the same.
"you just sprayed it with a liquid, now that wood wont even lite on fire!" Ureil shouted with annoyance.
"Really now?" Ross raised an eyebrow, "Have a match on you?"
Ureil lit a match to prove it to Ross. So what? When didn't he have them?
"Good now toss it on the wood." Ross gestured towards the wood.
Ureil did and was amazed at the site, flames jumped up like little puppies that wanted to play, joyously feeding on the liquid and the wood.
"Now we will watch the fire eat at the wood, and once the wood is embering then we will use it to cook, what do you think?"
Ureil didn't answer, he was too amazed with the fire.
Matches two, lighter zero.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:29 pm
[.: Soccer :.]
Ok, so where is the fire?
The small orange boy sat on the field as the other, normal looking boys ran around kicking something akin to a spotted tortoise that had been stretched around a balloon. Ureil tilted his head as he examined the odd behavior. They were laughing and tossing the ball between two sets of themselves, attempting to put the ball into one of two nets on the field.
Ureil could understand the source of the dispute, there were after all two nets and only one ball. However both nets were exactly the same, and no fire was involved. For all Ureil could consider, they might as well just pick a net, it didn't matter which, put the ball in it and set the other on fire. That way everyone wins and Ureil wouldn't be falling asleep as his mind attempted to wrap around the concept.
A boy, about Ureils age ran over to him, wearing tacky clothes and the such typical of boys or girls playing the sport. Ureil looked up at him, "Yes?"
"Want to play? we need another goalie." He pointed at the net without a human in front of it.
Well, Ureil thought, at least their outfits wern't as horrible, plus maybe actually playing it would allow him to see what exactly the whole thing was about...
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:45 pm
Quote: It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Ureil will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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