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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:38 pm
There was no way he was going to win any prizes like this...
Peter frowned to himself as the rest of his Cub Scout troop chatted with each other as they merrily made their way down the street, teaming up to make sure they got all the residential areas in order to sell their boxes of Cracker Jacks. It wasn't yet the season to sell popcorn, and it was important that they get as many areas as they could before the Girl Scouts made their rounds with their cookies.
But there was a serious problem. Peter needed a way to ensure that he sold the most boxes in the group. He'd already contacted his extended family and had them all buy at least one box, so that was good, but when it came to going door to door, well... it was always going to be a hit or miss, and just pure luck depending on who went to wha door.
Slowly, Peter started falling behind, and once he was sure that the rest of the boys wouldn't see him sneaking off, he slipped down an alley.
Ha! Now he could make sure he got all the apartments before them!
What he didn't know, of course... was that he'd just turned down the lower end residential area, but since he was too focused on trying to find someone to sell his Cracker Jacks to, he didn't notice anything odd about the place. Sure, there was graffiti everywhere, but it was a city! And sure, the buildings looked like they could afford some better up-keeping, but that might just be because they were old.
It didn't matter, though. Because Peter had spotted his target. It was an old building, but it seemed to be fully occupied. He went for the stairs first, intending on working from the top down, just incase his troop showed up — he would have gotten all the doors above and not tell them!
Soon, the child clad in Cub Scout gear, from hat to socks, stopped in front of one of the apartment doors and lifted a hand to knock.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:32 pm
Ladon was luckily at home, having been sleeping on the couch again with the orange, oversized Snuggie Paris had given him for Christmas, and had woken to get something to eat. Hair a tad messy, he sat in his kitchen area and was finishing some cereal when the heard a knock on the door. Turning his head, he looked around the room as if he's spot someone else living with him who could confirm he wasn't just hearing things. There was another knock.
Standing upright, Ladon called out. "Coming!" This was confusing. It could either be a surprise visit from Paris, but he hadn't been given a text as a forewarning. It could be one of his neighbors asking if he got their mail, could watch one of their random pets, or if a 'friend' came over to their door when they weren't' around. That or the landlord to tell them something wasn't working - like the hot water.
Looking through the peep hole, he saw nothing.
Pranking?
He undid the locks, but glanced at the baseball bat he now kept beside the door. Paranoia had made him purchase it, but with the tactics he knew, he probably should have had a kitchen knife there instead.
After he undid the last lock, he opened the door and hsi eyes went straight and then dropped down to a very perky little boy in a uniform. "Oh....Hello?" Did.......did he get lost?!
Ladon glanced up and down the hallway and saw no sign of a parent or older sibling, before looking back at the kid. "Can I...help you?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:40 pm
Oh good! Someone was coming to the door!
Peter grinned to himself, proud that he'd managed to grab someone while they were home. It was starting to get a little dark, but surely he'd have another hour or so before having to call it a night, right? Besides, it got dark early. It was still only around six. He should have plenty of time.
"Hello!" he chirped merrily at the boy who came to the door. "My name is Peter from Troop number -- Aren't you a little young to be living by yourself?? How old are you? Are your parents home?" he frowned curiously, trying to glance around the teenager and into the apartment. If he had the door open any wider it wouldn't be difficult to see past. The kid looked rather small, himself. He couldn't be more than five years older than he was! Could he??
There seemed to be the sound of some kind of scuffling and loud voices from below them, and Peter glanced curiously down at his feet. "That wasn't a very nice word," he mumbled to himself in response to the arguing, before glancing back up at the young man in front of him.
"Uh... I've got a great deal for you, and or your parent," he continued, regardless of whether or not this boy would be the one purchasing from him. Sometimes it was better to convince the kid! "No, seriously. You know how Cracker Jacks is kind of old and dated? Or at least it sounds old and dated? Well, we, the Boy Scouts of America, are selling them for a great cause. And they're not old and nasty, either! I've checked the expiration date and they're totally okay for at least a full year! And there's a big percentage going to the education system! So you should totally buy at least one. I mean, if it were me, I'd buy them. But that would be cheating," he rambled, hoping to sell his product by charm alone.
Or something along those lines.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:59 pm
Ladon also looked down. Dashana and Hayden were at it again, and he really wished they would stop. They would, and then make more noise "making up". He didn't know what noises he preferred in the end. The swearing or the shouting makeup that made him just very uncomfortable. Worst off, if they were getting this heated now, the other noises would be soon to come and he really didn't want a little kid hearing those. With these buildings, everyone heard everything and Ladon was soon one of the quietest tenants around, aside from a shutin on the third floor that everyone wasn't sure was dead or not. Latest gossip was that they didn't smell anything.
"You don't live in this building, do you? I haven't seen you around. Where are your parents?" He looked around, growing more and more concerned when eh didn't see anyone. Was he going door to door in THIS neighborhood? That was just shocking. Not only could he be mugged for his Cracker Jack Off-brand, but his money. Even worse, there were a lot of disgusting pervs. Ladon knew, considering his boyish looks, and he had a few "OH. Pardon me." from a few sleezy guys who just happened to 'bump' into him. Just thinking about it made him feel gross.
"I live alone." He pointed out, frowning at the thought. Alone. Totally, utterly, completely alone. How depressing.
"You shouldn't be selling around here, kid. It's really dangerous. Can't you sell in a safer neighborhood?" He was still looking around, and noticed that the yelling was dying down. It would be only half an hour, TOPS, before they started going at it like rabbits.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 9:39 am
"Pft!" Peter laughed, with a half-grin and eyebrow raised at the slightly older boy. How old was this kid, anyway? Twelve...? Fifteen at the most. "My parents trust me to be able to take care of myself," he informed the darker haired boy with a nonchalant wave of his hand. That wasn't entirely true, but this guy didn't need to know that. His parents trusted him to stay with his troop, but... how was he going to win for the most sales if he didn't go off on his own?? They should know his antics by now! Besides, if they didn't know, it wouldn't hurt them, right??
"You live alone? Really?" he blinked, brought back to the present by a few more shouts from below. "But you're so... young!" he chirped, staring up at the boy with definite awe. If he could help it, he would totally live on his own when he turned twelve! One more year! Maybe he could get an apartment like his lame older brother, or a house like his better older brother.
His awe-staring was broken into by the boy's next comments, making him frown and cross his arms over his chest. "If it's really dangerous, then why do you live here? You look barely older than me. You can't say that I shouldn't be selling around here when you're living alone here!" he chirped again, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in slight frustration.
"You could always buy a bunch of boxes and then I'd leave! It would put me ahead, so I'll be sure to win and I'll stop selling here!" That was a perfect compromise, wasn't it??
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