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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:17 am
Why was there a line to drop off food? Oh right, because here, people could get a free picture with Santa. Parents with children were in the line and making the actual drop off area a damn war zone to get to. He just had a small bag. Well, he had a small bag, Roman had the larger. ‘Payback’, he called it. For helping the newly budding senshi out and you know, them not ending up dead.
They had agreed to meet and it was just a small thing to do in the spirit of the season. Besides, they had to pay the city back for breaking s**t up and ruining lives by property damage somehow right? Looking at Roman he sighed. “We come to donate food and bunch of parents doing the cliché Christmas photo.. You think they would make two lines. I suppose that it too much to ask for. Common sense as some say, is an elusive thing.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:56 am
Roman glanced at Marlo, carrying along the bag. It was lumpy with how many cans and boxes of food that had been shoved into the thing-- it wasn't a big struggle, but. It was certainly enough of a pain.
In the name of camaraderie, Marlo said. It'd be fun, Marlo said.
There were swarms of children around-- and not even the kids he liked. AKA, HIS OWN FAMILY OF TOO MANY SISTERS.
"That would imply that people are logical beasts." The both of them knew quite well enough that wasn't the case.
There was this kid, though, eyeballing them as they stood around. Both of them dressed warm, two guys, nothing out of the ordinary-- but without even looking at the brat, Roman knew. The skin around his blind eye itched, tingling with the sensation of someone staring.
Just ignore it, Roman. You can do this. Why couldn't the line hurry the ******** up?
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:09 am
Logic was clearly lack in all sectors of the world it seemed. After all you had one guy saying they could cure cancer with more cancer. Marlo considered the fact that the cells would still end up being mutant- idiocy. "The logic or lack of never ceases to amaze me. Mankind is supposed to become extinct in a few hundred years." A shrug. "I believe it."
None chalant he saw the kid staring. "I hear that staring at people is considered rude, and thus, is considered naughty by Santa Claus." The kid jumped and spun around in zero second flat. the mother offered a brief apology before going back to her senseless chatter with another woman. A look at Roman. Was he alright. "Something bothering you?" The got closer to the end.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:34 am
"It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest," Roman replied dryly, eyes flicking towards the fatass santa bouncing a kid on his knee, demanding to know his christmas wishes.
He was interrupted from his restless reverie (prickling, always prickling) by Marlo scolding the brat that was giving him the eye. Which...
Now that Roman thought about it, the other boy had been awfully nice about the scars. He knew they weren't pretty, and the milky white sheen over his iris was a little offputting to see, even three years later. The teen did his best to ignore the thing, and honestly, it was a lot better than it used to be.
Didn't mean he liked them. Far from it. But it was nice for someone ELSE to point out that staring was rude for once.
"Thanks," Roman muttered, unable to meet Marlo's eyes. He gestured at his face vaguely with a hand, hoisting the bag higher onto his hip with the other. "It uh. I can usually tell when people stare. That prickly feeling you get on the back of your neck? I get it right over it, even though I'm pretty much blind in that eye."
Sounded kind of weird, but whatever. Maybe Roman was just paranoid.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:55 am
Marlo knew that feeling. Not because of outer appearance but- inner. "My uncle I thought to be my father for years. He'd always look at me as a judge. Deeming what scraps he wanted to feed me and my self esteem. He was an idiot. People stare for obvious reasons like a scar, or less obvious ones, like parentage." Little bit of info he wasn't fond of sharing.
"Your scar doesn't both me. It's just a part of who you are. When we fought it didn't seem to hinder you or make you less of a person. The same holds true even now." That was some grade A truth. Outside s**t just.. it didn't matter to him.
"You can regale me with the tale of the scar another time, for now-" Oh thank god the line was moving. They could drop off their food soon. "We wait for old Saint Nick to hurry his fat a-" A glance at the kids. "His read up."
Can't cuss in front of kids.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:10 am
Roman grinned, pained, but genuine. Marlo's story made him thankful for his easy going life: his parents may be busy at the garage all the time, but they loved him very dearly.
"Well, you're one of a handful," Tucana said, nodding resolutely. "It's been three years, and I can still see vague objects and colours. My depth perception was completely gone for ages, though."
The line inched forward, and forward, and forward-- until they finally were able to dump the food. Roman set the bag down carefully, watching the hapless volunteer take a tally of the non perishable food items inside.
"I think we're done. Let's get out of here; it smells like wet dog. Dozens of them."
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