Post by SnakeFire on Mar 10, 2005 18:44:53 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3
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I am sitting down, in a train terminal. I see nothing, but an empty station. No trains have gone by, yet I am sitting there, like everything is normal. I look at my hands- no stitches. I look left and right to see if anyone is around. Nothing. I look to the left. Than, a finger taps my shoulder.
-"Could you hold on to this for me?"
A woman, hands me a folded piece of paper. She must have assumed that my answer would be yes. I look back at her, but she is already gone. So, I sit there, cracking my knuckles, fingers, and wrists. I had always done that, when I was ancy. My curiosity was growing madly- what was on the paper? I unfolded it, thinking "hey- it won't hurt to peep". There were only numbers. Five numbers: 61839. I than noticed that there was writing on the other side of the paper. Turning it over, I read the words to myself- Remember the code. Now, wake up!
Opening my eyes, I shielded myself from the light pooring through the window of my room. I turned over, grabbing at the alarm clock next to me.
-"9:43. Dang."
I got up, emotionless, knowing well of my early morning excitement. Fixing my robe, I looked at the foggy windows- must be cold out there. Walking around, looking at all of the old wallpaper, I noticed how old this room was. No television, or even a clock radio. I almost liked the silence.
I went to the mirror, washing out my mouth with listerine, which was in one of those "one serving" containers. Spitting it in the sink, I checked my head cut to see how it was doing. It looked like it was just a scab now. I took off the bandages, looking into the mirror, noticing the gauze wrapped around my knuckles. I jumped up, sitting Indian-style on the counter. Unwrapping the gauze, I saw how nice of a job I did. I knew that I would need to get some actual stitching done, but the thread was holding up. I was just worried about infection.
I rewrapped my hands up again, tightly, so I wouldn't feel the need to stretch my fingers, possibly opening up my gashes. I looked around, wondering where my bag was. Finally ridding myself of the fart that just released into my brain, I went to where the dryer was- how could I have forgotten my late night swim?
Throwing on a plain white tee, some socks, and a pair of jeans, I stretched out my legs and arms. I grabbed all of the clothes, folded them up, and placed them in the bag, excluding a sweatshirt that I was going to put on before my leave. I put my hair up, my bangs falling out of my pull. Sliding into my dark-green hoodie, I sat down on the bed. I once again looked at my hands. Spotting the bag of goodies which contained the gloves that I bought, I ran over, ripping the tags off. Putting the gloves over my mummified looking hands, they actually covered up, without the whole world noticing.
After knotting up my shoelaces, I grabbed my bag, slinging it over one shoulder. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror. I had raccoon eyes, showing how worn I was. I almost looked like a hoodlem, with my cut face and all of its glory.
I could only think about Pap. Grabbing at my mother's charm, that was still around my neck, I sighed. Even though I had never met her, or knew her, hearing of her death was saddening. She died for me- to protect me. Now, he was dead- murdered. For what? Me? Each time I thought about how it was my fault that his life ended so abruptly. I held back the tears, knowing full well that I had to move on. He was the only true thing that made up my past. I didn't want to let his death go to waste, because I felt sorry for myself.
-"Ok. Let's get this show on the road kid."
Walking out, I could well the icey air hit my face. It wasn't windy, because it was cold enough. Seeing the air with each breath, I headed towards the entrance, on the other side of the little building. Trotting to the front, I looked at the sign- BED & BREAKFAST INN. Heh- how original. All I cared about really, was the breakfast...
-"Why hello my little darlin'. I am Darlene. Would you like a cup of coffee, to warm up your little legs?"
The most uncomfortable welcome I had ever had in my life, I was sitting at the bar, bug-eyed. This lady was probably in her late 40's, with her grey, thining hair, pulled back into a bun.
Kylie-"I'll just have some hot tea, thanks."
Waitress-"We're having an eggs n' bacon special today. You get eggs, and umm, bacon!"
Thinking of food, made me feel like I had already eaten. I was already nervous enough as it is- I didn't want chunks coming out of my mouth!
Kylie-"Just the tea will be fine."
Darlene-"Alrighty- I'll be back in a jiffy!"
Watching her "skip to the loo" to the back, I looked around at all of the people. In the back near the restrooms, there was an old man, eating waffles with his wife. They looked like your typical tourists, flowered visors and all. There were many families, with little kids bouncing up and down in their seats, wanting to play in the arcade room. There was one boy, probably about my age, who was punk looking (you could tell that he didn't want to be there). At the bar to the left of me, there was a trucker, and hunting duo, covered with camoflauge; most likely father and son. Two seats down from me was an old man with suspenders- need I say more? Everyone seemed cheerful, or, normal. But, the guy to the right of me, didn't fit in place.
Wearing grey pants stuffed in black boots, black zip sweater with a dark-brown shirt, this guy looked dark. Not dark asin gothic, but in the sense of him having an interesting past. His hair looked buzzed and spiked, and he had a scruffy looking face, with a buzzed beard and mustache. He didn't look dirty, not shaving, but he looked like he had been on the run. He was indeed good looking, but you wouldn't want to go for it. His hood was on his head, meaning that he didn't give a crap about the stuff going on around him If somebody had walked up behind him, he would probably bite their head off. With the stoic look on his face, it would have probably been a surprise. The way that he sat there still, not moving. The only sign of him still breathing was the 'once in a while' sipping of his tea. He just kept looking straight, into nothing. His elbows planted into the counter, you could tell that he was bulky. I would have guessed that he was close to being 6"ft. I felt like saying "YO BUDDY!" but, that would have been stupid. He looked separated from everyone else. Just like me...
Darlene-"Here's your tea."
Kylie-"Oh- thanks a lot."
Darlene-"I haven't seen you around here before- where are your parents?"
Kylie-"I don't have any.."
Darlene-"Oh I see- any family?"
Kylie-"A grandfather."
Darlene-"Well that's good. Is he around here?"
Kylie-"No."
Darlene-"Than where is he?"
Kylie-"Dead."
Darlene-"DEAD!?"
Kylie-"He died."
I felt bad saying that. Being so answering after his death.
Darlene-"When did you get here?"
Kylie-"Last night.."
Darlene-"Did you get mugged or something?"
Kylie-"Excuse me?"
Darlene-"The cut over your-"
Kylie-"Ohh, that. Yeah- I'm a bit of a klutz. Tripping all over the place!"
Trucker-"Why don't you stop asking that girl all of those d*mn questions?"
Darlene-"Just getting to know her is all. How did your grandfather die?"
Old man-"I remember when my Pappy died- he got run over by one of them rolling machines."
Trucker-"Nobody asked about your 'Pappy" you old gank!"
Darlene-"So why are you by yourself anyways?"
Hearing all of these questions was like teaching a kindergarten class. I never knew that somebone could ask so many questions in one day! All of these people that I didn't know, passing words through my ears- I almost had one of those weird headaches again."
Kylie-"I have my reasons."
Darlene-"What- are you on the run or something-"
-"Why don't you stop with all of the questions?"
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I am sitting down, in a train terminal. I see nothing, but an empty station. No trains have gone by, yet I am sitting there, like everything is normal. I look at my hands- no stitches. I look left and right to see if anyone is around. Nothing. I look to the left. Than, a finger taps my shoulder.
-"Could you hold on to this for me?"
A woman, hands me a folded piece of paper. She must have assumed that my answer would be yes. I look back at her, but she is already gone. So, I sit there, cracking my knuckles, fingers, and wrists. I had always done that, when I was ancy. My curiosity was growing madly- what was on the paper? I unfolded it, thinking "hey- it won't hurt to peep". There were only numbers. Five numbers: 61839. I than noticed that there was writing on the other side of the paper. Turning it over, I read the words to myself- Remember the code. Now, wake up!
Opening my eyes, I shielded myself from the light pooring through the window of my room. I turned over, grabbing at the alarm clock next to me.
-"9:43. Dang."
I got up, emotionless, knowing well of my early morning excitement. Fixing my robe, I looked at the foggy windows- must be cold out there. Walking around, looking at all of the old wallpaper, I noticed how old this room was. No television, or even a clock radio. I almost liked the silence.
I went to the mirror, washing out my mouth with listerine, which was in one of those "one serving" containers. Spitting it in the sink, I checked my head cut to see how it was doing. It looked like it was just a scab now. I took off the bandages, looking into the mirror, noticing the gauze wrapped around my knuckles. I jumped up, sitting Indian-style on the counter. Unwrapping the gauze, I saw how nice of a job I did. I knew that I would need to get some actual stitching done, but the thread was holding up. I was just worried about infection.
I rewrapped my hands up again, tightly, so I wouldn't feel the need to stretch my fingers, possibly opening up my gashes. I looked around, wondering where my bag was. Finally ridding myself of the fart that just released into my brain, I went to where the dryer was- how could I have forgotten my late night swim?
Throwing on a plain white tee, some socks, and a pair of jeans, I stretched out my legs and arms. I grabbed all of the clothes, folded them up, and placed them in the bag, excluding a sweatshirt that I was going to put on before my leave. I put my hair up, my bangs falling out of my pull. Sliding into my dark-green hoodie, I sat down on the bed. I once again looked at my hands. Spotting the bag of goodies which contained the gloves that I bought, I ran over, ripping the tags off. Putting the gloves over my mummified looking hands, they actually covered up, without the whole world noticing.
After knotting up my shoelaces, I grabbed my bag, slinging it over one shoulder. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror. I had raccoon eyes, showing how worn I was. I almost looked like a hoodlem, with my cut face and all of its glory.
I could only think about Pap. Grabbing at my mother's charm, that was still around my neck, I sighed. Even though I had never met her, or knew her, hearing of her death was saddening. She died for me- to protect me. Now, he was dead- murdered. For what? Me? Each time I thought about how it was my fault that his life ended so abruptly. I held back the tears, knowing full well that I had to move on. He was the only true thing that made up my past. I didn't want to let his death go to waste, because I felt sorry for myself.
-"Ok. Let's get this show on the road kid."
Walking out, I could well the icey air hit my face. It wasn't windy, because it was cold enough. Seeing the air with each breath, I headed towards the entrance, on the other side of the little building. Trotting to the front, I looked at the sign- BED & BREAKFAST INN. Heh- how original. All I cared about really, was the breakfast...
-"Why hello my little darlin'. I am Darlene. Would you like a cup of coffee, to warm up your little legs?"
The most uncomfortable welcome I had ever had in my life, I was sitting at the bar, bug-eyed. This lady was probably in her late 40's, with her grey, thining hair, pulled back into a bun.
Kylie-"I'll just have some hot tea, thanks."
Waitress-"We're having an eggs n' bacon special today. You get eggs, and umm, bacon!"
Thinking of food, made me feel like I had already eaten. I was already nervous enough as it is- I didn't want chunks coming out of my mouth!
Kylie-"Just the tea will be fine."
Darlene-"Alrighty- I'll be back in a jiffy!"
Watching her "skip to the loo" to the back, I looked around at all of the people. In the back near the restrooms, there was an old man, eating waffles with his wife. They looked like your typical tourists, flowered visors and all. There were many families, with little kids bouncing up and down in their seats, wanting to play in the arcade room. There was one boy, probably about my age, who was punk looking (you could tell that he didn't want to be there). At the bar to the left of me, there was a trucker, and hunting duo, covered with camoflauge; most likely father and son. Two seats down from me was an old man with suspenders- need I say more? Everyone seemed cheerful, or, normal. But, the guy to the right of me, didn't fit in place.
Wearing grey pants stuffed in black boots, black zip sweater with a dark-brown shirt, this guy looked dark. Not dark asin gothic, but in the sense of him having an interesting past. His hair looked buzzed and spiked, and he had a scruffy looking face, with a buzzed beard and mustache. He didn't look dirty, not shaving, but he looked like he had been on the run. He was indeed good looking, but you wouldn't want to go for it. His hood was on his head, meaning that he didn't give a crap about the stuff going on around him If somebody had walked up behind him, he would probably bite their head off. With the stoic look on his face, it would have probably been a surprise. The way that he sat there still, not moving. The only sign of him still breathing was the 'once in a while' sipping of his tea. He just kept looking straight, into nothing. His elbows planted into the counter, you could tell that he was bulky. I would have guessed that he was close to being 6"ft. I felt like saying "YO BUDDY!" but, that would have been stupid. He looked separated from everyone else. Just like me...
Darlene-"Here's your tea."
Kylie-"Oh- thanks a lot."
Darlene-"I haven't seen you around here before- where are your parents?"
Kylie-"I don't have any.."
Darlene-"Oh I see- any family?"
Kylie-"A grandfather."
Darlene-"Well that's good. Is he around here?"
Kylie-"No."
Darlene-"Than where is he?"
Kylie-"Dead."
Darlene-"DEAD!?"
Kylie-"He died."
I felt bad saying that. Being so answering after his death.
Darlene-"When did you get here?"
Kylie-"Last night.."
Darlene-"Did you get mugged or something?"
Kylie-"Excuse me?"
Darlene-"The cut over your-"
Kylie-"Ohh, that. Yeah- I'm a bit of a klutz. Tripping all over the place!"
Trucker-"Why don't you stop asking that girl all of those d*mn questions?"
Darlene-"Just getting to know her is all. How did your grandfather die?"
Old man-"I remember when my Pappy died- he got run over by one of them rolling machines."
Trucker-"Nobody asked about your 'Pappy" you old gank!"
Darlene-"So why are you by yourself anyways?"
Hearing all of these questions was like teaching a kindergarten class. I never knew that somebone could ask so many questions in one day! All of these people that I didn't know, passing words through my ears- I almost had one of those weird headaches again."
Kylie-"I have my reasons."
Darlene-"What- are you on the run or something-"
-"Why don't you stop with all of the questions?"
I feeled like I was watching a movie as I read this story! 
. Your character development and introductions are very good. And your descriptive words are much better then mine will ever be. Great job.