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 Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:17 am
A large sigh was quickly followed by a stream of smoke. Sometimes...sometimes he hated having two jobs. Lind was currently collapsed on a bench in one of the many parks scattered throughout Gaia, a half smoked cigarette dancing from one hand. His hair was rather wet, pointing towards him recently taking a shower.
But, well, can't go around waiting tables covered in motor oil, can you?
...well. You can, but it would probably end up with him losing his job. Not quite what he was looking for at the moment. So there he was, waiting the few hours before his shift started, watching the world go by.
Or he possibly fell asleep. Either one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:02 pm
A trip to the park! Michael had been looking forward to this--all day. His short attention span caused him--nevermind, he had spotted an older boy. A boy that had some sort of smoking stick in his hand. Needless to say, Michael was absolutely fascinated. He'd never seen anything like it. Was it some sort of magic trick?
As he drew nearer to the teenager, ignoring the fact that his mother had told him to never talk to strangers at least nine hundred times (and she liked to remind him several times a day, at that), he decided someone who looked so much like a herald, whether the teenager was one or not, was safe. "Hello," he said cheerfully. "I'm Michael."
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:34 pm
It seems as if he was really on his way to falling asleep, as opposed to the simple state of brain dead he was in previously. However, the approach of a small child greeting him snapped him out of it.
It took him a few moments to get back to reality, though. The small boy was stared at for a moment through unfocused eyes before realizing that people usually return greetings. "Hhhhey." The cigarette was stubbed out on the bench next to him, having mostly burned down by now.
"I'm Lind," he said, offering the kid a small smile as one hand rubbed at his eyes. He glanced quickly around, looking for the boy's parent or babysitter or whatnot. Sometimes that just doesn't end well with them, after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:41 pm
Michael quickly looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so tired," he said. Or else he would have gone and found someone else to talk to, just like he always did. Tired people were just no fun; he had experience with Luna being sleepy. She liked mumbling things (which was handy when he asked if he could do something, and she said yes). He glanced over his shoulder in a tell-tale sign of guilt. He had left his mother over by the car.
He was sure she wouldn't get lost, though. She had to know her way around the park by now. "Lind?" he repeated, looking back at the older boy. "That's a nice name. Are you an angel too? Like me?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:22 am
"Neh, 's fine," A small wiggle of his shoulders and a crack of his back seemed to wake him up again. "You think so? 'S better than the full thing, at any rate." he said.
Huh. An angel? "Yyyyes, I suppose I am." he replied, looking down at the little boy. Not quite like him, but hey. No one's the same. "You here by yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 5:57 pm
"I like it," Michael said with a nod. At the next statement, he said, "Awesome!" He'd never met an older boy who was also a herald. He'd met plenty of girls, and either they talked too much or talked too little. In his experience, even as short as it was, girls were difficult, confusing creatures.
The candle-winged angel shook his head at the older boy's question. "Nah, my mom's at the car," he gestured behind him. "I'm much faster," he added, rather smugly. "What do you like to do? I like playing paintball."
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 6:15 pm
Well, Michael has plenty of time to learn the mystery of Women. Lots of time. Actually, he shouldn't exactly get his mind set on learning everything, because that might be a dream he might not accomplish.
A grin spread across the older Herald's face at his comment. So, the sort that just kinda ran off on his own, eh? Maybe they were more alike than he had thought. "Paintball is pretty fun." He hasn't had a chance to play lately, but hey. "Usually I....just sort of hang out with friends." Which was true. In a...loose sense of the word. Didn't think it would be quite appropriate to go into more details.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:51 am
"I don't have very many friends yet," Michael mused aloud. "Would you like to a hang out with me?" assuming they were friends, of course, which Michael so often did. "Do you want to play a game?" he asked hopefully. There were so many things a taller boy could do.
Like reach the monkeybars without having to climb.
"If you want, we can play tag."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 11:49 am
"Well, give it time, they usually come around after a while," Hopefully. Sometimes people just end up friendless for a while.
But, yenno, that's usually not the case.
...hopefully.
"Sssure?" Another quick glance was given to see if any angry guardians were approaching, because (understandably) some would rather their small children didn't play with strange older people. But tag. Tag was always fun. "I'm warning you now, though," he said, stretching his legs out a bit, "I'm really slow."
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