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Sept 27, 2009 9:44:20 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 9:44:20 GMT -5
A little boy was walking amongts the crowds of people. Looking at the many stalls and stores there. He seemed like you're avarage 12 year old, though he lacked the joyful smile and the mother or fathers arm to cling on. He had his hands in his pockets, head lowered, just walking. He was a bit dirty aswell
He stopped infront of a stall full of all sorts of meats and sausages "...." It was run by a old, fat man who seemed rather content with his life, always friendly to his customers. Though when he noticed the boy he frowned "You again, get out of here kid before I call the guards!" He said, shooing him away. The boy just frowned and left.
He made his way to the large wishing fountain, and just climbed into it, starting to collect the pennies and dimes that were thrown in there. He was getting a lot of odd looks, but no one really said anything. A few minutes laters some guards showed up "Hey kid...if you're gonna do that, do that at night when no one can see" One of the guards said, grabbing his arm. The boy jerked and kicked the guard in the gut, it not really hurting becouse of his armor. But it was enough to make him let go and let the boy run away.
He once again showed up at the stall, and the chubby man saw him imidietly "I thought I told you-" "I have money." The boy said, holding up the bunch of wet dimes and pennies he gathered. The man just frowned "I'm running a business here kid, not a rust collecting hobby" he said and slapped the money out of his hand "Go home kid" he said. The boy frowned. and jumped on the stall, he kicked the man in the face, grabbed all the meat, ham and sausages he could carry, and took off running "ugh! Stop!! Thief!!!" he yelled. But the boy was already long lost in the crowd.
The boy slowed to a walk, panting as he walked, carrying the meats. He walked through the nearby woods, and came up to a make-shift campsite, made from wood, leafs, rags and stones. He put the meat down on the ground, starting to eat the ham.
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Sept 27, 2009 9:51:57 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 9:51:57 GMT -5
There was a suddenly silence in the woods. No animals made a sound and no wind whistled through the tree leaves. A small butterfly fluttered over to the boy, dancing around him. It stood it's place for a moment, before vanishing into the trees again.
"What are you doing out here all alone in the woods?" a soft voice asked. A young woman was standing a few feet in front of him, looking down on him. She crouched down to his eye level. She didn't need to ask where his parents were, that is why she was here. "You shouldn't be stealing," She said.
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Sept 27, 2009 9:55:23 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 9:55:23 GMT -5
The boy looked around when all sound stopped, and then his eyes were stuck on the butterfly when it showed up "....." he just went back to eating, ignoring the thing. Though when the woman showed up it was a different story.
The boy jumped to his feet, and grabbed a make shift primitive spear. Long thick stick, and a piece of sharpened stone tied to the tip. For a little kid, he made a very dangerious weapon. He held it pointed at her "Get lost, or I'll stab you, I swear" He growled. He was a kid, but he knew what death was. He killed plently of animals for food when he couldnt steal any.
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Sept 27, 2009 10:41:37 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 10:41:37 GMT -5
Shamira didn't falter when he aimed the spear at her. She walked over to him, taking the spear out of his hand. She carefully grabbed the blade, it causing her no harm. The staff came out of his hands like it was greased, no matter how hard he gripped it.
"Calm down," She said soothingly. Her voice laced with a magic that made the children she was drawn to relax, no matter how excited they were. "Are you hungry?" She asked.
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Sept 27, 2009 10:49:05 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 10:49:05 GMT -5
"Huh?? HEY!" he yelled when the make-shift spear was pulled out of his hands "What the hell!? Give it back!" he yelled, trying to grab it. Though then he growled "Yes I am! Thats why I got food!" he yelled, then kicked the dirt at her, and went back to the meat he left on the ground, picking it all up and going int the tent. Closing the door made out of twigs and leafs.
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Sept 27, 2009 12:17:28 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 12:17:28 GMT -5
Shamira sighed. This one is going to be difficult She thought, kneeling down in front of the make shift tent door. She opened the door, brushing it to the side. "Would you like to live in a house?" She asked him."You can't be happy, living here, in the dirt, stealing food. If you come with me you'll get your own bed, hot meals, and you can live in a big house," She said.
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Sept 27, 2009 14:20:55 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 14:20:55 GMT -5
As soon as she finished her sentence a big piece of meat went flying at her, followed by dirt and rocks "SHOVE THAT BIG HOME UP YOU'RE ASS!!!" He yelled, continiously throwing stuff. Obviously her voice only affected this kid in a way that he wasnt pointing deadly weapons at her, instead he was just being a serious brat.
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Sept 27, 2009 14:43:46 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 14:43:46 GMT -5
Nothing seemed to hit her, it all going around her. Not a speck of dirt hit her dress. "How would your mother feel if she could see you now?" She asked softly. The boys spirit was screaming at her with details of his past. She felt sad for him, and his pain. He truly was lost.
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Sept 27, 2009 14:48:10 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 14:48:10 GMT -5
"SHE'D FEEL SCARED THAT SOME RANDOM WHORE IN A PINK DRESS IS TALKING TO ME!" He yelled, and then just tried to bum rush her and just tackle her to the ground.
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Sept 27, 2009 14:53:10 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 14:53:10 GMT -5
Shamira moved with fluent graceful sways. She was on her feet and she turned to the side, and the little boy ran right past her. "I'm a friend," She assured. Her voice was kind. She always had a bit of trouble at first, because no child would suddenly get up and leave with her if they were older then 5.
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Sept 27, 2009 15:13:30 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 15:13:30 GMT -5
"WAH!" He fell right onto his face, skidding across the ground "oww..." he sat up, holding his face. He quickly wiped the dirt away and just glared at her over his shoulder "YOU ARE NOT A FRIEND!! YOU'RE A RANDOM WHORE IN A PINK DRESS!!!" he yelled, he seem fixated on the 'whore' and 'pink dress' thing.
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Sept 27, 2009 15:19:38 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 15:19:38 GMT -5
"That's not a word you should be saying. It's hurtful, and mean," She said, approaching him. She walked towards him for a moment and crouched down. She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again. "Ammy," She said softly, having read his spirit for his name. "My name is Shamira, I run a home for children," She said.
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Sept 27, 2009 15:24:13 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 15:24:13 GMT -5
"I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!" he yelled, then glared "DON'T CALL ME THAT!! YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!!! YOU CANT CALL ME THAT!!" He yelled, then pulled a gun out of his pocket. It was an old, rusted Colt 32 cal. In the condition it was it was really not safe to fire, for more than one reason "Just get lost! I'll shoot you!"
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Sept 27, 2009 15:28:15 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 27, 2009 15:28:15 GMT -5
The second the gun came into view, with a swift movement she took the gun from him, it again easliy slid from his hand. "That's not safe," she said, and turned to the side and pointed at the ground and fired. It fired, and the bullet caught in the barrel and blew, badly burning Shamira's hand.
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Sept 27, 2009 15:32:00 GMT -5
Post by Max on Sept 27, 2009 15:32:00 GMT -5
"DAMMIT BITCH YOU RUINED BY GUN!!" He yelled, again picking up a rock and throwing it at her "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PINK WHORE!" He yelled, and turned around, and started running
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