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Post by zacharias nicoli spartan on May 16, 2012 21:37:44 GMT -5
"Because you can't get caught.." Zach mumbled to himself, gazing down at the bag of bread and jar of peanut butter in hand. He wanted to bring it back to Trayce and Colton, stepped foot into the cemetery until the angry yelling from the store subsided and nobody seemed to be following him. He hadn't known somebody was still there when he broke the window to get the food. Colton had always told him to do it casually in oublic. He of course, never listened.
Pulling a shard of glass from his pocket he gazed down at it curiously, tilting it until it made a reflection. Smiling faintly, he studied himself, spinning at the sound of footsteps. The shard sliced his palm and he dropped it with a growl, staring at his bleeding hand before sitting down to put pressure on it, setting the bread and jar aside, along with the dirty notebook he always carried, listening to sirens. He looked up, could see the lights flashing at the store in the near distance.
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Post by asher tripp goldman on May 16, 2012 21:47:17 GMT -5
Asher heard sirens and looked up from the little tombstone he was sitting by. His wife wasn't here; her family demanded she be buried where her home was. So he rarely got to go and bring her flowers. But he always came to see Tripp. He had his books spread out in front of him, a few notebooks open. He looked the guy over with little interest, but he still didn't want to see him go to jail.
"Toss 'em in the church and come grab a book." He said, holding out a textbook and a notebook. It wasn't hard, just a simple chemistry book. All he had to do was read over a few paragraphs and he could at least fib that he had been here studying with Asher. Asher reached up, fixing the glasses on his face. He could hear people talking, and made a motion with his hand to hurry up. He noticed his hand was bleeding when he approached, and snatched it over, putting it between his before he pressed his legs together. He picked his book back up, putting his pen back in his mouth.
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Post by zacharias nicoli spartan on May 16, 2012 21:56:08 GMT -5
Zacharias looked up at the voice, falling quiet in his self mumbling. He gazed down at the food, setting it aside, hidden enough that it wouldn't be found. He needed it, Colton was still sick.
Sitting down, he looked at the book curiously. Colton had taught him to read when they first found him, but it didn't mean he liked to read anything but his own backwards writing. He just stared at the open book. His teeth gritted at the touch and he made an upset sound, pulling it back and setting it in his own lap out of sight. He barely glanced up as the cops questioned the guy next to him and left. The moment the cars pulled out he stumbled up, snatching the food and hugging it protectively to his chest as he looked around.
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Post by asher tripp goldman on May 16, 2012 22:03:15 GMT -5
Asher watched him get up and get his food before he turned back to his books. He didn't feel anything for him, which was pretty much what he felt for, well, everyone. He had lost the will to feel after he lost his wife and son. He laid down, looking over at the little picture on the tombstone of him and Tripp. 'Weed a me, daddy.' He could hear the little boy asking, and smiled, looking down at his book. He started to write something down, chewing on his lip ring. He half expected the cops to come back and lunge on he guy, then throw him in jail for lying. But honestly, he had done time in jail, and it wasn't that bad.
He hummed a tune, tapping his pen on his book as he read it over, constantly chewing on his lip ring.
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Post by zacharias nicoli spartan on May 16, 2012 22:07:17 GMT -5
Zach watched him curiously, looked down at his notebook and bit his lip. He didn't know where his pencil was.
"You have a pencil..?" He questioned, voice hushed and soft as usual. He stared down at his bleeding hand, looked around. He was ready to leave, needed to get back. Nobody was going to follow right? Surely not this guy. "Just bring the food to Colton.." He murmured under his breath, rubbed at his own growling stomach. "Then we can eat..."
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Post by asher tripp goldman on May 16, 2012 22:11:23 GMT -5
Asher looked up at the question, tapping his pen on the book. He honestly had no idea if he had a pencil. He usually just carried around this one pen, an old pen he had gotten from his great grandfather. He had to replace the ink plenty of times, but it was a cool take a on a quill pen.
"Uh.." He chewed on his lip ring, using his foot, to grab his book bag. He dumped it out into the grass, sheets of paper, girl's numbers, old photos, and more notebooks came tumbling out. But no pencils. He opened the front pouch and fished around until he found a pencil. He surely wasn't going to use it. Not if he had his pen. He handed it to the boy without a word, and began piling his books back into his booksack.
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Post by zacharias nicoli spartan on May 16, 2012 22:16:02 GMT -5
Zach looked up, falling quiet in his rambling, and took it gingerly. He gazed at the guy, his look being his only thanks, and turned wandering away without checking to see that the guy wasn't following. He didn't seem to be a danger so it didn't matter. He glanced around as he entered the main part of town, starting down an alley and onto the other side, walked another block before spotting the familiar dumspter, and feet just next to it. Colton was curled up under the sheets they had been given the other day, half asleep. Trayce was slumped and snoring beside him.
Zach dropped the bread, setting the peanut butter beside it, waited patiently.
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Post by gryphon alise pashall on May 17, 2012 15:58:45 GMT -5
Gryphon walked with the grace of an angel, one thing she had learned from being in Heaven. Now, she was earth bound, never to return. A sinner forever and always. A sigh crossed her lips as she made her way down the side walk. The town held no interest for her. Yes, she had friends, but that was it. Her job? Nothing, but boring.
Her eyes scanned her surroundings, only to catch the darkened figures down an alley. "Hmm.." She wondered curiously down it, only close enough to see the face of one boy who seemed to be the only one awake. 'Pft, Alley cats.' Was her only thought. "Whachya doin down here?" She asked, but there wasn't much concern in her voice. Gryphon was bored, starting a random conversation would be interesting, right?
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Post by zacharias nicoli spartan on May 17, 2012 16:11:54 GMT -5
Colton made a quick peanut butter sandwich and handed it to him, coughing softly as he curled up and fell asleep. Zacharias took it, hiding the rest of the bread where he had been told to. He scooted up against the wall away from the other two, close enough to the entrance that there was some light from the street lamp. He worked hungrily on the piece of buttered bread, mumbling to himself as he wrote in his completely backwards writing, from right to left on the pages. He glanced up at the voice, falling quiet, bread half in his mouth. He swallowed his bite, mumbling something about it being home, and returned to his writing. Nobody could read it unless they held it to a mirror. But he could read it perfectly.
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Post by gryphon alise pashall on May 17, 2012 16:18:57 GMT -5
Wrong. Gryphon huffed. "It's a nice home," It was mostly sarcasm, but she wasn't leaving. She had no where else to go. Stretching, she sat down across from him, starring blankly at his face. Her legs sprawled out in front her, her hands resting in her lap. "Well, my name's Gryphon and you are?" Her eyes had wondered to the two sleeping bodies. At least he wasn't alone. But it could be trouble for her if she pissed any of them off, not that it mattered to her. Her tongue traced the back of her teeth, waiting for an answer.
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