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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 23, 2007 16:09:48 GMT -8
Spreading long fingers toward the sun, pale hand finding solace in the brilliant glow of the giant yellowish orangish whitish thing which hung in the sky. What was it called again? Raven hair cascading around lightly tanned mud stained shoulders, a small light brown dog curled up and still asleep within the tangled, unwashed mass.
Dark eyes glistening, with the lack of tears but with lost worry and dissolved contentment- she was a statue from the Roman ages. Her personality the casual blank melancholy. Around her neck was giant metal ring, a bell tied around her wrist as two golden tags clinking together as she leaned back against the tree the two of them had been sleeping under for nearly two weeks now.
Yawning, stretching, the dog slowly untangled himself only long enough to curl up on her lap and fell asleep again. Neither having much energy from lack of nutrition, though the girl already held a piece of slightly moldy bread out for the puppy. Hiding his face and snorting, the girl tossed the bread to the quickly oncoming ducks. Tilting her head back, petting the matted and dirty fur of the puppy, she closed her eyes and slowly began to fall asleep.
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Post by Keith on Feb 23, 2007 16:28:43 GMT -8
Keith had somewhat of some connections in the SoCal area. Most of his connections in California happened to be in San Francisco, San Jose, Oakland, Sacramento, etc. Right now, Keith was in the park where his BMW motorcycle had pretty much a flat tire and needed it to be replaced. It was just his godforsaken luck...
He was guessing it was a damn good time to start establishing connections in the SoCal area. Though Los Angeles had a lot, Keith frankly didn't like the city much. Mainly due to Los Angeles being the epicenter of everything that's fucked up with the world let alone in the United States. But such is life. And life went on.
Keith wanted to go on. But couldn't until someone came with a replacement tire for Keith. It was starting to get pretty damn hot for Keith. At least Keith wasn't wearing any leather pants. He leaned back by a nearby tree and waited for the repair truck to come over.
Luckily he had a cooler with a few bottles of water inside. Which he was drinking one of them right now. He might as well pass the time waiting for the driver.
"That driver better get here..."
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 23, 2007 21:55:48 GMT -8
Ears perking up, the small dog shifted away from his owner. Looking up at her, he whined softly- staring at the sun again. She was drifting so far away, Honcho was beginning to forget he had a name at this point. It had been a long time since he had heard his name called- by her or by anyone else, being that his name was on his tag.
Stretching, he sniffed about- finding a new smell of lemons to follow just around the edge of the tree. Wagging his tail, the small corgi waddled forward and tilted his head to the side. Sniffing at the new person, getting very close, Honcho wagges his butt, sat up and held up his paws giving a small and friendly bark.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 24, 2007 7:31:34 GMT -8
Walking along quietly to himself, the young man was listening to music. Gnarls Barkley, Transformer. His eyes were cast downwards as he walked, a slight swaying to his step like he had been out in the sun too long. His brown tresses of hair fell around in a shaggy style, covering most of his head in a mat of hair. His hoodie's arms were drawn up to above his elbow, his khaki-esque shorts the only thing that fit within the hot California air.
He stopped on a corner, and breathed in. The air was heavy with humidity, and Justin wasn't exaclty up for the whole hot weather. He was born and raised in New York, and this was a vast disparity between the two. He scratched absent mindedly at the back of his head and gave a small laugh, drawing the stares of a few patrons at the cafe he was standing in front of. With an embarrassed smile, he gave them a small wave and continued on.
Walking down the street he saw through the haze a man seemingly working on his motorcycle. He continued walking, not paying attention to his feet when a small dog bounded over top of his feet, barely missing crashing into him. He stopped, and looked quizically to the strange dog, and shrugged. He looked around and saw no one, and walked over to a bench on the side of the street where he sat, sighed, and looked about.
((Shittay post))
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Post by Keith on Feb 24, 2007 11:30:56 GMT -8
"What's this?" Keith asked himself. He turned to see a small light brown dog wagging its tail. It seemed to be lost and but very playful. Perhaps, the dog strayed away from its owner. Well, Keith had plenty of time before the guy came with a new tire for his motorcycle.
Coolly and casually, Keith kneeled down to shake the dog's hand. Afterall, the dog held up its paws. Only polite to shake the dog's hand. He gave a warm and friendly smile. "So far you're the first one that hasn't attempted to jump me."
It made Keith think of this gay Nazi that tried to assault him the day before after school. But he made sure that the Nazi person would have something to remember him by and then some. Keith focused on the dog.
"Lost from your owner?"
Keith had time to kill. He would help the dog find its owner. Before that, he went to the cooler built into his motorcycle and grabbed a few bottles of water. It was a hot day in SoCal. You can easily get dehydrated. That goes for man and man's best friend as well.
"Let's go find your owner."
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 24, 2007 19:32:21 GMT -8
Honcho whined, twitching his ears this way and that before sniffing the ground. Having had his paw shaken, the small dog figured this lemon scented human was fine enough to be around- certainly not a celebrated puppy kicker like that Ghiste fellow. Honcho snorted at the thought- then hopped up and down for a few moments before running not more than two trees away, where the base of it was surrounded by tangled and unwashed raven colored hair.
A single pale hand raised to the sky as deep blue-violets stared into the sun, as if transfixed on the object itself. Honcho gave a soft whine and turned to face the lemon scented human and barked, wagging his tail. Exhaling softly, dark eyes continued to stare into the flaming orb- a puzzled look on her face as she continued to try and remember the name of such a thing.
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Post by Keith on Feb 25, 2007 13:05:07 GMT -8
"Lead the way," Keith said to the puppy.
Nothing Keith could do but let the puppy lead the way to the owner. Hopefully the owner wasn't that far away from where Keith had his motorcycle. He didn't want some lowly thug jacking his motorcycle. On the black market, a motorcycle such as the one that Keith drove goes for a pretty penny. People in third world countries would pay a lot of money with something like this.
So far, not a thug in sight. He hoped that the puppy had a sense of direction. Then the puppy sprinted not far than two trees away. Keith shrugged his shoulders and walked in the direction that the puppy took off in. In a sense, it was a good way to physically explore SoCal than looking at it through a television or computer screen.
"Is that where your owner is?"
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 25, 2007 13:59:32 GMT -8
Honcho began to bark, wagging his tail, whining loudly as he face the lemon human. It took but a few moments for the sounds to reach the lost mind of the bright orb watcher, slolwy she stood. At full height, she was neither tall or short, bright though hazy blue-violets looked up and met this new form. neither shy nor brave, she stood still- perfectly still as if a statue as she watched him. Studying him for anything out of sorts.
( OOC: I appologize for the short but I'm at a loss for words of value )
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Post by Keith on Feb 25, 2007 14:13:17 GMT -8
OOC: It's cool.
Keith had made his way towards the puppy's owner. He stared at her eyes through his black shades. It seemed that she and her puppy were "homeless" judging by their appearance. Yes, SoCal is pretty unforgiving. Which why it's dubbed the epicenter of the humanity's wrongs. He still had a few bottles of water on him.
Without hesitating, Keith gently tossed the bottle to the girl, hoping she would catch it by reflex. It was a damn hot day and it would seem that she and her puppy could use some fresh water.
"Does this puppy belong to you?"
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 25, 2007 14:42:09 GMT -8
Not responding until it was just infront of her, pale and mud stained hand caught the bottle. Removing the top to it, taking a small gulp of it, she sighed- exhaling a soft note of contentment. Slipping her finger inside the mouth of the bottle, she tore the bottle open enough and casually knelt down and set it on the ground. Standing back up, she still looked him over, the large silver ring, which was usually at the end of her neatly braided hair, which was around her neck flashing from the reflection of sunlight, "Honcho and I thank you for the water. I am M.A.P.- it is a pleasure to make the aquaitance of someone so kind."
Her right hand coming up from her side, offering none other than a hand shake.
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Post by Keith on Feb 25, 2007 14:49:01 GMT -8
"Honcho and I thank you for the water. I am M.A.P.- it is a pleasure to make the aquaitance of someone so kind."
Keith smiled and nodded.
"Golden Rule. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Treat people like trash and expect others to do the same. It's pretty much the same as karma," Keith explained. That was true, Karma was like a boomerang. What comes around, goes around. It's like a double-edged sword, too.
Karma, it reminded Keith of that TV show with Jason TV called "My Name Is Earl." Main character is Earl Hickey who went around doing bad things. He won the lottery but got hit by a car and ended up in the hospital. The rest, gotta watch the damn show.
Keith extended his hand and returned the handshake to the girl.
"I'm Keith."
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 26, 2007 8:06:58 GMT -8
Not letting go of his hand, M.A.P. stepped closer- unaware of her overripeness or anything along that line. Lifting his hand to the sun, she asked simply, "I've been puzzled as to what that light in the sky is called..." Letting go, M.A.P. stared at the burning light which always hung so long during the daytime, "I used to know wha it was called, but I've forgotten- I know I shouldn't have but I have. And Honcho can't seem to remind me."
Touching her exposed shoulder, she tilted her head slightly to the side, not wincing though it was burned.. what was the phrase? 'to a crisp'. Honcho barked, chasking his tail for a moment before stopping and looking right up at Keith. M.A.P. then turned blue-violets back onto Keith, again the studying look came, as if she was unsure if he knew the answer, but in the same moment confident that he would tell her. Still as a statue, she stood there, studying and watching as she had learned from the inhabitants Rama Corp, "Can you tell me, Mr Keith?"
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Post by Keith on Feb 26, 2007 13:48:15 GMT -8
"I've been puzzled as to what that light in the sky is called..."
Keith sipped his water and blinked a bit. He then looked up to the light in the sky which was the sun. Luckily, Keith had his shades on over his eyes. That light happened to be the sun. It was a sign that there might be something wrong with this girl. Nonetheless, Keith would humor the girl.
How can one not know what the sun is?
"I used to know wha it was called, but I've forgotten- I know I shouldn't have but I have. And Honcho can't seem to remind me."
The puppy's name was revealed to be Honcho. Keith pretty much figured out what had happened to this girl. Seemed she was suffereing from amnesia. Now wasn't the time to get into this. However, he would probably have to drive her to the hospital once the person comes with the new tire for his motorcycle.
Keith noticed the sunburn on her shoulder. Sunburn stings like hell. After awhile, the skin peels off. And prolonged exposure causes skin cancer. She really needed to get medical help.
"Can you tell me, Mr Keith?"
Keith nodded, "yes. It's called the sun. The sun is what is known in astronomical terms, a star. Earth revolves around the sun." He would continue making conversation with the girl. But the fact of the matter is that this girl needed to get help. However, it seemed she might be alone.
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Post by M.A.P. on Feb 26, 2007 20:37:48 GMT -8
Snapping the fingers on her right hand as the word, "Sun," passed chapped and tired lips. Nodding her head, tangled and muddy raven hair giving barely as glimmer of natural oil in the sunlight. M.A.P. looked up at the sun, making direct contact with the light before looking away and blinking a few times before returning her sight to Keith. Taking her hand off of her sunburned shoulder, she didn't seem to notice the breaking of several blisters or the pale liquid which seeped from them.
"Thank you. I forget things sometimes," M.A.P. bobbed her head, "lots of things I suppose...like where I am for example...or where that school is."
Honcho lapped the last bit of water from the bottle and panted softly, picking up the bottle, he carried it over to a recycle bin. Bumping it up into the air, the puppy knocked it into the bin. Then quickly returned to M.A.P.'s side. getting tangled into her hair for a moment before righting himself and watching both his sage scented human and the new lemon smelling one.
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Post by Keith on Feb 26, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -8
"Thank you. I forget things sometimes,"
No shit...
This was a pretty strange yet interesting encounter. Keith could only surmise that she was indeed suffering from memory loss. She needed to get help as soon as possible.
"lots of things I suppose...like where I am for example...or where that school is."
Keith cleared his throat. A girl in this condition shouldn't be wandering the streets of Los Angeles, alone. Especially where there a bunch of rapists willing to take advantage of a girl like her.
He then examined the sunburn on her shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get you into the shade. It's not good to be exposed to the sun like that. You'll get sunburn and California sun is highly dangerous. And you'll end up getting skin cancer that way."
After that statement, Keith would try to escort the girl into the shaded area.
"You're in Los Angeles, California," Keith explained to her. He then added, "for the school...what school are you talking about?"
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