virgil
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Yeah I like milkshakes and lollypops. Who doesn't?
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Post by virgil on Sept 22, 2010 16:10:30 GMT -5
I sat for a moment and smiled, "Right. You gonna tell me the job, or is it a secret?" I asked letting the smile twist more eyeing him some. There was something he was hiding but what? This man, Maxery Stin...I've heard of him but I can't remember where. Damn, I look at the ground and close my eyes my head started throbbing, pounding-it felt like it was in sync with my heart, I look back up at Ricky and smile again. I was so good at hiding my feelings, my real feelings, but for some reason whenever I was around him...I felt like I didn't have to worry about crying in front of him. A thought ran through my head something along the lines of, "SHUT UP DAMN IT!" but I couldn't be sure. I heard the little bell ringing as the mom and five children left the diner, I glanced over there and turned my eyes back to Ricky. I pulled my wallet out and fingered through it, I grabbed 50 bucks out, I threw it on the table.
I drank more of my milkshake and tried to fight the head-ache that was bothering me, it will go away in time. In time. What! No my milkshake was gone, I groan and throw it in the trash hitting it right now. Still a good shot! Yeah! I stand up and rub my head seeing stars, "Hey, Ricksters let's get out of here. We can walk in the park as you talk." I said and walked off not even waiting for him to say anything, perhaps the fresh air would help my head. I pull my shades on and pop another lollypop in my mouth sucking on it absorbing the flavor, I push open the door and hold it open for Ricky.
The coldness crawled up my hand into my coat, I shivered and hoped that he would get over here now!
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ricky
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When we meet again....
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Post by ricky on Sept 23, 2010 11:28:22 GMT -5
It took me a moment to hear all his words and when he stood his blurred figure went for the door, so I knew he wanted to leave even before his words caught up. "It's not a secret, Virgil. I just... am I not really permitted to say... so to speak." I explained, following after him and walking out the open door he held in place for me, giving him a grateful nod on my way. Should I just tell him now and take the blow he would deliver for me being such a "fool" to accept the job? Or should I just never say a word and see what becomes of it? I could sense-and just tell-that he was getting anxiety about something but I was unsure what it was exactly. He kept rubbing his eyes and groaning like a dying animal, clutching his head while he did. Headache perhaps? I know he hates those, especially when they came at inopportune moments, such as when he was chatting up a woman at a bar, or when he shadowed a man he was about to eliminate, but we in the middle of one of our "meetings", as he liked to call them, and he never showed signs of such a thing as this before. Maybe. it was just me being guilty, but maybe it was because he could sense what I was planning or about to do... something very bad. I did dread the idea in one form or another because, I know it is wrong and Virgil told me what happens to weeks that go murderer to their own kind.... they lose it, and they eventually end up killing themselves as well as the fellow week whose life they ripped away. He told me It wasn't natural and for us to prey on each other, the strange beings we are, we are to set the balance, not destroy it. So I assumed, rather Virgil was aware of it yet or not, that was the cause of his head problems. But I needed this... No- Corrine needed this, this wasn't about me this was about her... about Us. I slid my hands into my pockets and walked along side the older man down the sidewalk, as we made our way to the park up the street and around the corner at the lights where Virgil had been told me to meet him originally, but he changed his mind and said the cafe or diner instead because he could get a milkshake then and some food. I frowned at my stomachs impeccable timing of growling in hunger right after we had left the diner. I was about to request of Virgil, that we return and eat, but when I looked at him he seemed deep in thought on some matter and overly grumpy suddenly. He sucked on his lolly pop as he watched the ground move by under him, the way a child does his own candy, I honestly didn't understand why he liked the things so much especially the flavors he selected. I shifted my gaze ahead of me and decided it was better to just remain silent until he spoke to me. Besides... I was beginning to feel guilty and I didn't want to blow my own cover.
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virgil
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Yeah I like milkshakes and lollypops. Who doesn't?
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Post by virgil on Sept 24, 2010 13:47:39 GMT -5
I knew he was holding something back from me, the way sound in his voice was ringing with guilt. I just shrug slowly and flick my eyes over to him with my pop still in my mouth, it was green. The green ones are some of the best, I'm glad I had shades cause they blocked the sun and fuckin lights out. The cold air rushed through my lungs and seemed to calm my nerves yet something just lingered on them like a small paper cut that itches the shit out of you but it never stops no matter how many times you starch it. The candy started melting more in my mouth, it made me sad how fast they went. Thump. Thump. Thump. Oh God, my head. I rub my fingers through my hair again and rub my head a little, "So, Ricky. I bet you wish you ate that food now...huh?" I said and laughed a little trying to get my mind off my head. The green pop was all gone so I threw it off and put another one.
The park had a lot of people walking around, just living their life and taking their brats to run and enjoy themselves. I just smiled a little and looked at Ricky-who was walking all quiet like. He was acting very strange, indeed."So when do you ship off?" I asked
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