Welcome Home
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Welcome Home
by King 1/29/2012, 5:45 am
There are always familiarities that no where can ever possess, except home...
The heels of thick leather boots that belonged to a pair of tired legs barely made the height to clear the pavement they followed. The tops of the scuffed and worn brown leather boots were just stared at, as a leg just swung each in for a step and then the other passed it for a step, over and over. As boring and uneventful as that had seemed, his eyes had hardly even drifted to any other scenery during his walk on the last stretch home. From the smell in the air, a moist and salty scent, and the not so distant commotion of traffic and sounds of an actual populated area flooding the air, that stretch was almost to an end. That in mind, Cody just kept trucking on along toward the city.
Welcome to West City!
It had been a sign that Cody had crossed about half an hour ago. He always smiled when he saw the sign. It was decorated with bright colors, the font that every letter was written in seemed to just seem fun, and the theme with palm trees and ocean waves completely gave a different feel of the city than what he remembered while growing up within it. Then again, while his mind still lingered freshly on how life was for him, when he was younger, he thought of the fun he did have. There were memories buried there within him that he would ever get rid of, even if he had tried, which he had tried to forget most of everything about home. They were rare, but the ones that he still possessed were stronger than even the toughest opponents he had faced.
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“Cody!”
The echo of the woman's voice traveled on down the narrow alleys and just enough for a younger Cody to hear it. He had known it was time already, but he wasn't ready to head home just then. The condition that he was in would've just brought his mother more pain, which was the last thing she even needed right then due to her illness. It was one of the main reasons he had normally just waited for her to finally fall asleep, or pass out. He was never quite sure which one it was. Either way, he knew that a mother seeing her thirteen year old son sporting bruises, bumps, cuts, and the dried blood from whatever else had busted, like ears and nose, were just too much. It would've been too much for even a healthy mother to witness.
“Should you go?” A girl, next to Cody asked quietly.
Cody had been looking in the direction of his house when she had spoke. After a small pause, which he used to shake the the thought of his mother, he turned to give a smirk. The attempt was to try and seem tough, but it had failed when the movement of his lips caused pain to shoot across his face in multiple areas. The pain forced the hand that the girl had been wrapping with bandages from her own gentle hold and to his face that had sent a grumbled moan. The fingers of the half bandaged hand pressed against a place that seemed to have hurt the most. It was a natural reflex, but it never actually took the pain away.
The girl just shook her head and giggled at pretending loss. Reacting to the fail, the battered kid just sighed and slumped his shoulders. He looked over at her, while she grabbed his hand once more to continue wrapping it up. His eyes just examined how she smiled so softly while tending to her current favor for him. That kindness in that smile wasn't just blessed there, either. It could be seen in her eyes, which were so large and a type of blue that could be clear enough to almost seem transparent or so dark that would force yourself to even feel so cold and alone. They were large enough to easily read, because they would give away every emotion she had lost herself into at those moments. They had always started with care, though. That was something that seemed so unknown to him those days, which completely fascinated he looked into hers.
The boy was either too young to know, or had just found something special and rare. It was all because he just couldn't understand how this girl who inhabited these streets more than her own broken home, could touch and look at everything with such a kindness or care. Her life was much like his, and other children who lived amongst that part of town. He had watched the lifestyle just drain people from breaking their backs for pennies, the desperation of survival forcing them into dark deeds, or for them to give up on even trying to accept reality and forcing them to substances that took their minds elsewhere. He had watched what it had done to him, even. Yet, she seemed still so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful.
That was why her name was so strange to him...
-
The giggling of the young girl faded, even after the memory had completely escaped his mind. Cody found himself left with his usual cold demeanor on the center of some sidewalk in the city. The muscles in his jaw tightened and flexed for a moment while his teeth had firmly grind along each other into a solid clamp. After relaxing, he swallowed with a dried mouth and his body seemed to be more at ease after the eerie feeling of the actual warmth that he had been submersed in from just a memory had been snatched from the very depths of his core to leave an emptiness he somehow desired in the past.
“Blue...” Cody whispered under his breath.
The heels of thick leather boots that belonged to a pair of tired legs barely made the height to clear the pavement they followed. The tops of the scuffed and worn brown leather boots were just stared at, as a leg just swung each in for a step and then the other passed it for a step, over and over. As boring and uneventful as that had seemed, his eyes had hardly even drifted to any other scenery during his walk on the last stretch home. From the smell in the air, a moist and salty scent, and the not so distant commotion of traffic and sounds of an actual populated area flooding the air, that stretch was almost to an end. That in mind, Cody just kept trucking on along toward the city.
Welcome to West City!
It had been a sign that Cody had crossed about half an hour ago. He always smiled when he saw the sign. It was decorated with bright colors, the font that every letter was written in seemed to just seem fun, and the theme with palm trees and ocean waves completely gave a different feel of the city than what he remembered while growing up within it. Then again, while his mind still lingered freshly on how life was for him, when he was younger, he thought of the fun he did have. There were memories buried there within him that he would ever get rid of, even if he had tried, which he had tried to forget most of everything about home. They were rare, but the ones that he still possessed were stronger than even the toughest opponents he had faced.
-
“Cody!”
The echo of the woman's voice traveled on down the narrow alleys and just enough for a younger Cody to hear it. He had known it was time already, but he wasn't ready to head home just then. The condition that he was in would've just brought his mother more pain, which was the last thing she even needed right then due to her illness. It was one of the main reasons he had normally just waited for her to finally fall asleep, or pass out. He was never quite sure which one it was. Either way, he knew that a mother seeing her thirteen year old son sporting bruises, bumps, cuts, and the dried blood from whatever else had busted, like ears and nose, were just too much. It would've been too much for even a healthy mother to witness.
“Should you go?” A girl, next to Cody asked quietly.
Cody had been looking in the direction of his house when she had spoke. After a small pause, which he used to shake the the thought of his mother, he turned to give a smirk. The attempt was to try and seem tough, but it had failed when the movement of his lips caused pain to shoot across his face in multiple areas. The pain forced the hand that the girl had been wrapping with bandages from her own gentle hold and to his face that had sent a grumbled moan. The fingers of the half bandaged hand pressed against a place that seemed to have hurt the most. It was a natural reflex, but it never actually took the pain away.
The girl just shook her head and giggled at pretending loss. Reacting to the fail, the battered kid just sighed and slumped his shoulders. He looked over at her, while she grabbed his hand once more to continue wrapping it up. His eyes just examined how she smiled so softly while tending to her current favor for him. That kindness in that smile wasn't just blessed there, either. It could be seen in her eyes, which were so large and a type of blue that could be clear enough to almost seem transparent or so dark that would force yourself to even feel so cold and alone. They were large enough to easily read, because they would give away every emotion she had lost herself into at those moments. They had always started with care, though. That was something that seemed so unknown to him those days, which completely fascinated he looked into hers.
The boy was either too young to know, or had just found something special and rare. It was all because he just couldn't understand how this girl who inhabited these streets more than her own broken home, could touch and look at everything with such a kindness or care. Her life was much like his, and other children who lived amongst that part of town. He had watched the lifestyle just drain people from breaking their backs for pennies, the desperation of survival forcing them into dark deeds, or for them to give up on even trying to accept reality and forcing them to substances that took their minds elsewhere. He had watched what it had done to him, even. Yet, she seemed still so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful.
That was why her name was so strange to him...
-
The giggling of the young girl faded, even after the memory had completely escaped his mind. Cody found himself left with his usual cold demeanor on the center of some sidewalk in the city. The muscles in his jaw tightened and flexed for a moment while his teeth had firmly grind along each other into a solid clamp. After relaxing, he swallowed with a dried mouth and his body seemed to be more at ease after the eerie feeling of the actual warmth that he had been submersed in from just a memory had been snatched from the very depths of his core to leave an emptiness he somehow desired in the past.
“Blue...” Cody whispered under his breath.
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Re: Welcome Home
by Lexi 1/29/2012, 9:32 am
Lexi marched on with purposeful strides. Head bowed low, body stanced forward, arms at her side, wrapping a thick coat around herself, hood in place, she pushed past the crowd, eyes down, but alert. She hated having to do this, but duty was duty, and she had taken the advance cash as well. Not that she intended to say no. She was a witch, but one with a healthy conscience. Yet one had to survive, didn't they? And a small amount of that included lying and cheating if needed sometimes.
She shrugged..Who was she to argue when the involved parties didn't bother to use unscrupulous means..and all of it just to keep someone's whims and fancies in place..She did what she was told, took the money and made herself scarce. End of story.
Lexi ran up the sidewalk, the streets getting emptier by the minute. It wasn't yet dark, but a sort of Twilight..the golden glow of the sun disappearing as the second hands ticked by. The dark didn't scare her. No, it was what lay in that darkness that creeped her out.
She shuffled along, grabbing her bag tighter, as the large 'Welcome to West City' sign loomed over her. Most people would have preferred driving. But not Lexi. She needed the solitude. She welcomed it.
Crossing the street, Lexi turned right, heading into one of the lesser inhabited areas of the city. She didn't like coming here. This place had..always given her the chills.
She waited in the shadows, flipping open her phone to read the street address she needed to visit. Holding her shoulder bag tight, Lexi removed her coat, replacing it with a floor length deep purple robe with quilted stars on it, covering most of her head and face with the hood.
She exchanged her watch and simple jewelery for spangled silver earrings, jangly bangles and a chain holding a huge amethyst as the center piece, sliding it over her head, letting the heavy stone nestle on her bosom.
Taking a deep breathe, she exited the dingy alley and stepped back on the main street, looking over her shoulder, when the headlights and squealing of tires brought her attention back to the street, and to the man, who seemed to be directly in its path!
[word count - 380]
She shrugged..Who was she to argue when the involved parties didn't bother to use unscrupulous means..and all of it just to keep someone's whims and fancies in place..She did what she was told, took the money and made herself scarce. End of story.
Lexi ran up the sidewalk, the streets getting emptier by the minute. It wasn't yet dark, but a sort of Twilight..the golden glow of the sun disappearing as the second hands ticked by. The dark didn't scare her. No, it was what lay in that darkness that creeped her out.
She shuffled along, grabbing her bag tighter, as the large 'Welcome to West City' sign loomed over her. Most people would have preferred driving. But not Lexi. She needed the solitude. She welcomed it.
Crossing the street, Lexi turned right, heading into one of the lesser inhabited areas of the city. She didn't like coming here. This place had..always given her the chills.
She waited in the shadows, flipping open her phone to read the street address she needed to visit. Holding her shoulder bag tight, Lexi removed her coat, replacing it with a floor length deep purple robe with quilted stars on it, covering most of her head and face with the hood.
She exchanged her watch and simple jewelery for spangled silver earrings, jangly bangles and a chain holding a huge amethyst as the center piece, sliding it over her head, letting the heavy stone nestle on her bosom.
Taking a deep breathe, she exited the dingy alley and stepped back on the main street, looking over her shoulder, when the headlights and squealing of tires brought her attention back to the street, and to the man, who seemed to be directly in its path!
[word count - 380]
Lexi- Apprentice
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Location : India
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