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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 10:09 pm
The area south of downtown Crosshaven has become dangerous. It is festering with drug dealers, drug addicts, and an increasing number of gang members.
With the exception of a few dimly lit light bulbs, the alleys are dark and filled with overflowing trash cans and covered in graffiti. There are wooden boards that have been loosely placed over the cracks in the ground, and the walls of the buildings reveal their abandoned insides where many homeless now live.
It's a cold and unwelcoming place filled with disease of addiction, greed, and resentment.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 11:01 pm
Mitch awoke from his prolonged slumber to a repetitive dropping of water, probably leaking off the corner of a building. He turned over to his chest in his trashcan, papers ruffled, and pulled himself out of the tin can with a slide of his elbows, then went into a fit of coughs.
The ground was still damp from a previous downpour, but then again, the ground is always at least moist around these parts. He sat up on to his knees and removed his hat, it was too humid to be wearing such a thing. It was already getting dark, he must have slept too long again. He stuffed it in his bag and stood up, still slightly disoriented from the tiredness of recent awakening.
He wiped his face with his hands and then remembered his first priority for the day: Find food. He walked through the alleys, stumbling over crunched cans and wads of paper that littered the place. Suddenly he was hit with a scent, it was warm food, and it was good. His focus was interrupted as he was jerked into a cough. The food smelled as boiled beef and buttermilk mashed potatoes. It wasn't far, he knew, his constant hunt for nourishment had given him an improved sense of smell--especially for food. 60 meters, no more. Must be leftovers from a nearby dinner. Mitch increased his pace through the alleys, searching attentively for the warm meal...
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:04 pm
Suddenly, a very oddly dressed girl leaps out from behind a trash can and stands there, poised. Her entire body is wound up to run, but the curious look she gives the kid in the alley shows no fear. An instant later, she relaxes. The odd thing is, the plastic bunny ears on her head shift to a more relaxed position too.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:10 pm
Mitch was startled by the sudden appearance of the girl and he fell backwards into a pile of filled trash bags. It definitely wasn't a very strange thing to see a girl with bunny ears in this town, but the fact that this person was hiding behind a trashcan led him to believe that it was one of those many thugs that loomed around these parts.
"Wh-who are you and what do you want!?"
He raised up his right arm as he said this and suddenly felt the sharp pain come back. He held his arm close to his chest, cringing, and then looked up at her again, keeping his eyes locked onto her to try to be ready for anything she might pull.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:32 pm
"I was just resting there. I thought you might be someone else who might have attacked me. Are you feeling all right? You're behaving as if you are feeling pain."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:42 pm
Mitch hesitated before replying, he still wasn't entirely sure he should trust this person, she was too suspicious.
"It's just my- ~cough cough!~ My arm. I think I broke it somehow a while back."
He slowly raised up his right arm to show her where he had used some strips of cloth and some small boards to try to keep his arm still to prevent it from getting worse.
"So... d-do you live out here, miss?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:58 pm
"I don't live anywhere. Can I see your arm? I might be able to help."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:07 pm
"Uhm.... If you think you can help."
He spoke the words with hesitation, and then he crawled out of the pile of garbage and stood himself up. Then he walked slowly towards the girl and stood in front of her, letting his arm out to her.
"Do you really think you can fix it?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 8:49 am
She examines it carefully. "You need a splint to keep the arm motionless. The recommended material is cardboard, but this situation requires something more durable." She glances around the alleyway, sizing up the available materials. She walks down toward the mouth of the alleyway where there is a metal sign attached to the wall, notifying the public of some law or other that they should observe pertaining to alleyways. She rips it off of the brick wall as easily as if it were a paper tacked to a bulletin board. Then as she returns she leans over and pulls an old discarded pillow from the garbage.
Working with mechanical efficiency, she bends the sign into a sort of trough. She tears the pillow open and packs the sides with the soft material. and then she tears the fabric of the pillow into strips. Very gently, she brings the sign up and lays the arm in it, ties the strips around it to keep it secure, then ties more strips into a sling which she puts around his neck and under the arm to support its weight.
"That's functional for now, but the arm should be seen by a medical professional."
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:49 pm
((Sorry for the long wait, I was struck with horrid writer's block. XD
And still am, though, I will try to hold out as best I can.))
"Well, I don't know, miss. I can't really afford any medical care. I.. don't have--"
This information was interrupted when he went into a fit of coughs, turning his head down towards his bicep to cough into it. He raiseed his head back up and looked towards the girl once more. He then forgot about what he was saying as he felt the grumbling emptiness in his stomach.
"Uhm.. Miss? You wouldn't happen to know anywhere I could find some food, would you? I was out looking for some when you sprung up on me..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:08 am
"Please, call me Sophia. I know of a place near here where you can find food, shelter, and assistance. Would you come with me?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:16 am
"Alright, Miss Sophia, I'll come with you... but... can you tell me more on the way?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 4:44 pm
"Yes. The place we are going to is called Naturae. It was a restaurant before the disaster. Now it is a place where children who need help can go."
She leads the way to Naturae.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:19 pm
In the dark streets one young Mr. Skillet Jack was lost.
Very, very lost.
He had got of the bus here.
If he had waited and not gotten off at the first stop in Crosshaven, maybe he wouldn't be.
But that is far from the point.
The point is, you have a young man, who's body releases a hiss of steam every time any joint bended and firey hair and molten eyes, walking down dangerous streets with a back-pack full of cookware and cookbooks.
Things did not look good.
"I think the travel agent ripped me off. I though Crosshaven was supposed to be all nice and clean, don't it run on magic?" Jack looked at the bus ticket in his hand "This is all your fault" he told it.
Of course it did not answer, Jack had fire in his blood not crazy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:24 am
The oddly dressed girl with the plastic head appliances had been watching the young man for some time. Deciding that he was in trouble, she steps out of the alleyway.
"This place isn't safe at night", she says, without any particular emphasis in her voice.
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