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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:26 pm
"Adrian, I appreciate you going out and doing something other than whining and moping for once, but don't go looking for that ditch," Amryx complained as she noticed her only (thankfully) Scent leaving the store. Normally, Amryx would have approved of Adrian leaving the shop, since it was hard to force the morose Scent out of those doors when the sun was shining, but now, when he went outside, it meant he was looking for that ditch he lived in for the past three months.
There was a brief event three months ago where Amryx temporarily went insane and left the shop to join a hippie coven, and Adrian simply shrugged when he heard the news and merrily went about his way. And then he fell into a nearby ditch.
Most children would have been scared and horrified, but Adrian actually quite liked the ditch. He found that it was dark, confined, and offered limitless inspiration for his emo poetry. He didn't even have to leave when he was hungry - people threw half-eaten food there all the time! It was glorious!
But no, Amryx had to recover from her insanity and drag him out of it. Adrian scowled as he exited the shop, ignoring his caretaker's warnings. He just wanted to sit in his ditch again. He liked the ditch.
It was nowhere to be found though, and Adrian sighed, plopping down on the sidewalk and hating life as usual.
"Stupid Amryx," He whined. "Maybe some of us like dark pits of despair!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:00 pm
Tango slipped his left foot into his shoe, pulling on the back of it so that it wouldn’t fold uncomfortably underneath his foot. He gave the tongue a quick, firm, tug before tying the laces together in a secure knot, tucking the strings into the sides on his sneakers. That done, he stood up and tapped the toe of his shoe on the ground, adjusting his foot inside the confines only slightly, before switching feet and tapping the other on the ground. Now thoroughly satisfied with his shoes, he leaped off the step that prevented him from the door and placed his hand on the knob.
“I’m out, May.” He spoke, loud enough for the woman to hear. She poked her head around the corner from the laptop she had been working at and smiled at the boy. As time had progressed he seemed to at least be able to tolerate her, if not even like her to some degree.
Nodding her head she chirped “Come home soon, okay? Thanks again.”
He offered a “Hn.” in response before twisting the knob and opening the door. When he was on the other side he shut it carefully before setting off to his destination. It wasn’t after but a few steps that his left hand found its way to his pocket and he fished around for a moment for its contents. His fingers brushed against scratchy paper, but ignored it instantly when they ran across a smooth surface and wires. Smirking to himself he tugged out the mechanical contraption from his pocket.
Placing the two ear buds in his ear he flipped over the slim object and ran his thumb over the spindle, attempting to find a song he liked. After awhile he settled on one and flicked on the hold before returning the object to his pocket.
The ‘iPod’ as May had called it was a gift for being ‘a good son.’ Really, he relished in the idea of getting expensive treats for just not sneering at her. Well, that and the occasional fetching task, which he was currently set on. She had run out of paper for her printer and gave him some cash to go pick up some more, naturally giving him some extra for a coffee if he wanted. She had long since given up on trying to shove smoothies on him instead and just let him do as he pleased.
All and all, it was far from a bad existence. Matter of fact, he was rather pleased with how things had turned out after the first few weeks. Not that he’d tell her.
Rounding the corner of a shop he shoved both his hands in his pockets and yawned lazily, making his way down the street. He was just about to turn a corner away from the oil shop, where that bitchy woman had yelled at May, when he noticed some pathetic sap moping on the sidewalk.
He blinked once, twice, trying to see if his eyes were deceiving him. When he decided that, no, he in fact was not delusional and May wouldn’t have to buy him glasses after all, he crossed the street over to the person. Not bothering to take off his headphones, or even offer a wave, Tango nudged the kid with the tip of his shoe, staring down at him with his emerald eyes. “What’s your problem?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:13 pm
Needless to say, Adrian didn't like being interrupted when he was moping, and this stupid kid did just that. Adrian scowled and looked up, studying the kid who just bothered him. He had one of those iPod things (Amryx offered to buy Adrian one as an apology for leaving him in a ditch for months and Adrian swiftly proclaimed that it was stupid and he already got one, as some moron threw one in the ditch saying it was broken. Actually, the moron just forgot to take it off hold and Adrian got a free iPod out of it), and he had the strangest clothes.
In conclusion, he looked stupid. So he probably was stupid.
"My problem is people like you asking me what my problem is," Adrian grumbled, though it sounded more like a whiny grumble. "If you'll excuse me, I'm busy moaning the loss of my beloved ditch, which I would have crawled back into to avoid meeting you in the the first place."
The way Adrian worded it, it sounded more like the morose boy was moaning the loss of a girlfriend or something and not a dark pit of despair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:24 pm
Tango blinked in response to the kids whining. He fought back the strong desire to sneer and smack the kid upside the head. What a little pissant. Not that Tango knew exactly what the meaning of the word was, but he knew whenever May called him it, he was being near intolerable. Now seemed as good a time as any to use it to describe someone.
A frown marred his expression and his brows furrowed as he took in the sight of the kid himself. Other then his hair, he wasn’t exactly a sight to behold. Matter of fact he reminded him of those people May called ‘emo’. You know, the ones where the occasional boys kissed each other, and the girls held hands? Well…at least some of them looked like girls. May told him, that occasionally they were boys. Regardless- it seemed like a very complicated setting to find oneself in, and he couldn’t fathom why someone his age would willingly join that group.
Not that he cared.
“Well,” He began, his eyes darting over to the coffee shop. Really, he was just wasting time with this…thing. But if the kid was mourning a ditch, didn’t that leave him open to the possibility that he was… “…Are you homeless?” So what if it wasn’t exactly the most delicate way of wording it. Tango really never was one to p***y foot around things, and honestly he didn’t care if he came off rude.
After all, May wasn’t around to smack him across the head like she usually was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:37 pm
... Homeless?
Adrian would have agreed long ago, before he fell into the ditch. He would have said he was, to appeal to this child's sense of pity (even though it was obvious that he didn't have any), and probably followed him home obnoxiously and appeal to his caretaker and get a free meal. The free meal was nice, but the best part was when Amryx inevitably found him and then yelled and screamed and looked like the world's most horrible mother. That was usually the fun part.
But there was no more fun to be had, because Adrian couldn't find his beloved ditch and there would be no more nights spent laboriously scratching down emo poems with the light of the moon to guide him. Nay, making Amryx look bad could not erase the despair in his heart.
He wanted his ditch back, damnit.
"Yes, I am homeless," Adrian moaned, except he looked like he actually meant it. "The ditch was my home, until that stupid cow of a mother I unfortunately have dragged me out of it and made me sleep in that stupid shop again. And I can't find it and you're not helping, so go away and fall down in a ditch somewhere and scream so I can find you and find my ditch and kick you out and enjoy life again."
Adrian paused for dramatic effect.
The wind howled, and the other child might have heard a choked whisper of "Emoooooo" fly by, but that might have been in his imagination.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:46 pm
He had wanted to say ‘that sucks’ when he heard the kid confirm that he was homeless. He was even going to be nice enough to give him his coffee money. But when the kid started complaining about his ‘cow of a mother’ and having to sleep in a shop, he scoffed in response. “You’re pathetic.” He drawled out, a smirk on his lips.
“I won’t go falling in any ditches anytime soon; I have more common sense then that. But hey, if living with your ‘cow of a mother’ is so bad, don’t see why you aren’t…man enough to run away.”
Oh yes, he knew May would wring his neck if she even found out he was coaxing a kid to run away from home. But he hadn’t had much excitement lately anyways. Mind as well milk this for as much as it was worth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:54 pm
This kid had a skull thicker than a ... than a... OK, he didn't know the word for those cavemen on those commercials with the talking lizard, but if they existed in real life, this kid would be one of them. He was ugly enough anyway.
"What does it look like I'm doing, moron? If I wanted to stay 'home' with the cow, I would be making my way back there!" He argued, then realized that he was just wasting his breath. Nobody understood him, as it was expected when one was an emo kid. He should be looking for his ditch, not trying to make some random cretin on the street understand his imaginary pain and suffering.
Except that took more effort than he wanted to expend, and Adrian settled for sitting back on the sidewalk. This day was getting worse and worse. Honestly, he just wanted to find his ditch and maybe sleep in it a bit and hopefully not get pelted with garbage.
"Now, go on, before you hurt yourself thinking of witty comebacks or something."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:03 pm
Tango raised an eyebrow at the kid. Okay, so his small taunt had did nothing, but really. Maybe it was just him, but the loss of a ditch didn’t seem nearly as earth shattering as this kid was making it out to be. Now, running into a four armed girl, that would be earth shattering.
Heaving a sigh Tango sat next to the kid, already prepared to ignore any snide comments that could possibly be thrown his way. The kid looked like a real whiner, worse came to worse, he was pretty certain he could take him on. Running a hand through his hair for a moment he shot a short glance at the kid. When his fingers removed themselves from his hair, it flopped back into the spikes he had shaped them into earlier that morning.
Tossing an idea back and forth in his mind, he finally rolled his eyes and mentally groaned. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this—
“Hey look. You need to cheer up.” He stated, matter-of-factly. “May gave me a few bucks, wanna go pick up a cappuccino? My treat. Maybe it’ll…energize you to find your ditch.” Okay, so he really didn’t want to offer that. But he figured he’d sapre the rest of the world the horrendous sight of some homely child pouting on the side walk.
Pleasesayno, pleasesayno
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:18 pm
He was sure that the kid would, in the very worst scenario, would make a few half-assed taunts and eventually get bored and walk away. Adrian did not expect the kid to actually sit down next to him. Almost immediately, the Scent frowned and shifted away until he caught the very distinctive scent of mango.
Oh... He remembered now. Amryx once prattled about how the scent of the smell was the most distinctive one when it came to recalling things... despite himself, he let out an evil grin.
So this was the scent that the reporter lady ended up getting stuck with! He told her to get something better, Mango was so boring. And this kid? Boring. Poor May, she should have listened to him when he had the chance.
The grin was still plastered on his face when he turned to look at the Mango scented kid. Just like his mom. Oh, this was better than finding his ditch. Well, he already annoyed his mom, now her son would have to find out what happened when you offered random strangers something to eat.
"That would be delightful," Adrian smugly accepted his offer, knowing that the kid didn't want him to accept. "Why don't we go right now? After all, you must be keeping dear May waiting for... whatever she probably sent you out for."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:29 pm
Tango resisted the urge to smack himself across the forehead, instead opting to mentally berate himself. He knew he had made a mistake the moment the offer had left his lips, and now the way the boy had spoke, he was sure he was going to regret it.
He was about to sigh and stand up, when something clicked in his head. “Dear…May?” He questioned, his emerald orbs that were flecked with yellow spots, turned to the boy and narrowed into a glare. One didn’t address a stranger as… ‘dear’ right? “How do you know her?” He forced his voice to remain even and bit back the growl in it.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew he was distracting himself with the fact the kid knew May. After all, if he pondered on the way the other boy had said ‘delightful’ too much, it would send shivers down his spine.
He was more then certain this child was the devil’s spawn, by now.
“Who…are you anyways?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:39 pm
That got his attention. The kid would know better than to mess with strangers on the street when Adrian was through with him. Even now, the look of shock on the Mango scent's face was enough to have Adrian be giddy with glee for a week. Heh, stupid kid.
Adrian pointedly ignored his question/accusation, letting the kid's imagination fill in the blanks for him. Of course, Adrian would tell the Mango kid sooner or later - after all, May would just fill in the details if he didn't. Then again, that sounded better than explaining it himself. He would decide later on.
Besides, he wanted some coffee. Now that Mango here offered, Adrian actually did want a drink.
"Maybe I'll tell you once we get that cappuccino that you said you'd get me," Adrian grinned, getting up and waiting for Mango to do the same. He really should learn this kid's name sometime. Maybe later, if he actually cared, which was highly unlikely.. "And maybe I'll answer your other question too."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:24 pm
Tango glanced at the boy wearily as he rose and repressed a sigh. Raising to his full length he dusted off his rear end of non existent dirt before shoving his hands in his pockets. Let’s see, he could get his questions answered over coffee- or he could hope to shake off the kid by getting the paper first.
Both thoughts were highly tempting.
After a moment’s hesitation he turned to the strange child and sucked in a deep breath. It was just a habit he had picked up from May, but in the processes he had an…interesting scent meet his nose. Not entirely sure if he liked it or not, he glanced at the boy who was emitting the scent. Shaking off the thought, writing it off as either he was another oil child, or Tango simply was mentally losing it (It wasn’t all that surprising, he DID live with May) he offered a smirk.
“I gotta pick up some paper for May first. You don’t mind do you?”
A lazy yawn escaped his lips and one of his hands pulled its way out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head. Hm, it seemed dealing with this child was tiring him out. Maybe May was right. He was nothing short a lazy bum. Glancing sideways, he watched the other boy through half lidded eyes to see his reaction to the question that was posed at him a second ago.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:31 pm
Oh, Adrian knew this game. Amryx always tried to distract him when he called her on a favor that she owed him (and she truly did owe him quite a few - Amryx was the worst mathematician ever. How she kept her job was beyond him) by trying to tell him to wait for her to finish or do something else.
The problem was that Adrian always waited. Patience wasn't exactly a strong point for him, but when he wanted something, he was willing to wait until the world ended to get it. Mango boy here would have to settle for Adrian staring at him while he did his errands. May should be grateful that she had a son who actually did things for her though.
"Of course I don't mind," Adrian smiled a smile that promised despair for anyone who made the mistake of hanging out with Adrian in public for longer than 15 minutes. "After all, if it's something for May, I'd feel terrible if you ended up forgetting or something because of me. Let's go, shall we?"
Maybe going out once in awhile was a good thing. Not that Adrian exactly relished Mango's company here, but he could see that he was wearing the other kid out, and knowing that he could possibly make someone more miserable than himself made Adrian feel a lot better about himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:04 pm
“I’m glad you like May so much.” It was a sarcastic snort, and he couldn’t prevent himself from rolling his eyes skyward. It was when he suggested they left he gave a ‘hn’ for a response before replacing his hand in his pocket.
With a shake of his head, he moved to cross the street once more and made his way down the sidewalk. He never once spared a glance behind him to see if the odd smelly child was following him, really it would have been a gift if he randomly fell into that precious ditch of his.
Now that he was walking once more, he could turn his attention back to the music that was playing in his ears. Well rather ear, as one bud had fallen out when he had been talking to the kid. Replacing the bud in his ear, he took out his contraption and took it off hold for a moment, turning it up, before turning the hold back on and replacing it to its spot.
Sadly, as the song came to an end another began to drift from the headphones into his skull. The fast paced beat and hamster-like singing was more torture then listening to the crybaby of a boy. Quickly pulling the headphones out of his ears he pulled out his iPod and glanced down at the screen.
A moan left his lips as he changed the song once more.
It seemed even when he was far from the house, May had a way of getting to him. This time in the form of her music blasting through his Mp3 player. The weird stuff that woman listens to. Really!
Shaking the thought off, and turning a random song on, he walked into a nearby store, the bell jingling as he opened it. He couldn’t help the smirk that painted itself on his face as he noted how bright the tiny shop was. He could almost imagine the other boy melting in the light like a vampire or something.
The thought tickled his pickle as he made his way to the aisle with the stacks of paper. Ah yes, it would be oh-so fun to watch the scene of a melting kid. If only, if only.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:20 pm
"Of course," Adrian sneered, behind his back. "May bought me a milkshake awhile ago. She likes me." That was a horrible lie, but it wasn't like this kid could check before it was too late anyway.
It was obvious that Mango boy was ignoring him though, and Adrian frowned, hating the fact that he was being ignored so easily. Stupid iPods, always ruining his fun. But he persisted in following the boy because free coffee was something that should never be turned out.
And he didn't want to unintentionally make the boy's day any better by leaving him, would he? Nope, Adrian just followed along, never losing sight of the boy. It was hard to, with a haircut as stupid as that.
As they entered the store, Adrian grimaced as the bright lights hit his eyes, but they hardly caused him to melt or anything. Instead, he obnoxiously followed Mango boy through the aisles and waited for him to make a selection.
As the other boy reached for a stack of paper, Adrian snatched it from under his hands.
"Is this what May wanted? Or were you going for the paper underneath it?"
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