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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:35 pm
Chris was on the swingset. But he wasn't swinging, well, at least not in the swings. He had taken a liking to climbing, and now was happily swinging from the high swingset bar by big gloved hands. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground and the playground was quiet.
School had let out earlier, he was just waiting for his dad to finish cleaning up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:40 pm
So, it was Eliot's day to pick Harper up, and he was late again. Late, or not going to show up at all. Again.
After prowling the school for one of his friends to hang out with and discovering no one, he took himself to the nearby playground, trudging happily though the snow. He quite liked being forgotten in these cases, so despite having a cell phone to call his mum and have her assault and batter on Eliot, he kept from using it just yet.
"Hey..." He said, looking up to discover the large dark swinging thing was actually there, "What are you doin out here alone.. uh.. dude?" He said, head cocking curiously while he made his way closer, recognizing Chris more fully.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:47 pm
"Waiting," Chris said, pulling himself up on top of the swingset bar. He was several feet off the ground, keeping his balance on a pole, but he didn't seem to mind. He cocked his head at the other boy, trying to place him.
"You swing?" he asked, his two voices layering over one another in curiosity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:51 pm
Harper blinked, looking dumbfounded for a moment. That voice thing was sure a trip. After a thought of consideration, he grinned, deciding it was very cool. "Sure I swing. I tried to get it to swing around in a full circle once... didn't work." He gave a shrug.
"But I don't see you in classes, cause.. trust me dude, I'd remember you... you are a baby, right? Antony's like. Brother or something. Hey, don't worry, I ain' holding it against you.." he blinked. "Yet." He said, sitting down on one of the swings below Chris.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:55 pm
Chris made a rumbling, irritated sound deep in his throat. "Not brother... Daddy's friend." He didn't like talking much, but the thought of being brothers with Antony irritated him too much to keep quiet. "Christian," he said. "I'm big boy."
He added that proudly, but it showed that he was a baby still. Even though he probably weighed twice as much as Harper. Or would, soon.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:04 pm
Harper shook his head, "Hey! I'm a big boy too!" He said, just as proudly, turning his head to look up at Chris with a challenging arch in his brow. "Oh, so that's why you are stuck with him. I'm lucky, Eliot hasn't managed to get a date with any of the single mothers aroun' here yet so I'm not stuck playing 'step brother' with anyone." He snorted, knowing his mum wouldn't let it happen anyway. Or so he thought.
"You'd make a GREAT metal singer, you know?!" He suddenly said, standing up on the swing, and thus getting a little closer.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:08 pm
"I sing!" Christian agreed. But he had no clue what a metal singer was. Instead he launched into one of the songs his daddy always listened to while working. Even though his voices were slightly childish, he did a damn good Hendrix impression.
Then he stopped abruptly, flushing because he remembered how different he sounded.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:13 pm
Harper grinned as Chris went on about his song, grabbing the chains of his swing and leaning back, creating a small wobble as he stood. "Haha, pretty good, I guess.. but, that isn't metal. Metal's like. DANANNANANUNNNUUU NNANANA NA RAWWWWWWWWRRR NANANANAN! And the dude singing like SCREAMS and sometimes they use synthesizers and stuff to make their voice be all funky.. but you can do it without it! I'm telling you, listen to me, you're gonna be rich!" He seemed quite pleased with his advice, and waved around some more in the swing. "My mums a singer, you know. She can change her voice too. Not like you, though... yours is way cooler, anyway."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:17 pm
"Dan na na?" Chris asked blankly. "Don't scream, is loooouuuddd." Which obviously showed he HAD screamed before. In fact, it had echoed through an entire mall and gotten him WAY too much attention. "Hurts ears."
He flipped, hanging upside down from his huge hands, his booted feet still on the bar. He turned, looking Harper straight in the eyes. "You sing?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:27 pm
Harper shook his head, "That's just it, metal is all about being LOUD and AWESOME. The louder you scream, the more brutal it is!" Which proved at least someone in his household had been watching way too many episodes of dethklok lately.
He shrugged a moment and tossed his head, breifly pausing at Chris' sudden face-to-faceness, but not taken aback by it, "Nah, not really. I can't sing all cool.. Solo says when I'm older my voice changes or somethin stupid like that and I might be able to sing then, but I think Solo' was just bein crazy. I play the keyboard, though! And I know how to play a guitar, drums and bass, too! Keyboards my favorite. You can make it sound like anything you want it to."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:48 pm
Chris let go with one hand, still hanging easily from the other as he looked at the hand in question. "Is big," he said. "Lots and LOTS bigger than Wisp." He wondered if he'd be able to play anything with what was obviously going to be a huge hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:55 pm
Harper looked confused, and though it wasn't exactly an abnormal feeling for the boy, it showed plainly on his face. "What's a Wisp?" He said, not having met the scary blonde baby.
"Yeah you're big, what's your point? If the metal thing don't work out, you could be a bouncer."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:57 pm
"Break things," Chris said. "All the time. Break pian--pi-thingy, probly." He flipped, still hanging from one hand and swinging next to the other boy by it. "Broke crib. Broke chair... broke Crissmass tree." He pouted at that. "Was back scratcher."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:26 pm
"Wait, you broke it? Or the Wisp?" He shook his head. "You were using your tree as a backscratcher? Ya ain't THAT big! They have things just for that, you know? Or you could just get someone to do it for you. Eliot says guys with hairy backs only get married so their wife can be on their back, to scratch it I guess, and that's why he gets his back waxed ... Oh.. I don't think I was supposed to tell people that... oh well."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:35 pm
"But it got tail, too!" Chris said, wagging his dragon like tail twice to draw attention to it. "Was good back scratcher. An' Wisp not broke. She just talk too much."
He had no idea what the wife comment meant.
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