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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 9:38:37 GMT
some days I am a god of thunder lifting cats
some days I walk nine paces
turn and fall
walk nine paces turn and fall
I die every single time Giovanni likes to take long walks on the beach. He wears plain black swimming trunks and tropical shirts unbuttoned like he is nothing but a cheap tourist. A sugar cone holds his mint ice cream with a happy orange paper umbrella leaning to the side. His footprints are wash away behind him whilst the gulls circle above. A soft, natural smile holds his face. It seems he is on vacation. But a black car is not parked far away. His cousins have mixed themselves well into the crowd of sunbathers. It all too evident by the look on his face that I lied earlier when I said he enjoys walking along the beach, and so I will correct myself. He hates it, but he must pretend he isn't pacing with anxiety. When a handful of young people run by him with there Frisbee, one accidentally bumps his shoulder. His ice cream plops onto the wet sand. He stands there and watches them run off with an intense hatred behind his shiny black glasses. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 3, 2013 10:21:07 GMT
Arlo was enjoying the outside. He normally came down to the beach with his truck full of ice cream, but today was his day off.
The sand felt nice under his feet and the breeze felt wonderful against his skin as he walked along the coast, the water splashing lightly against his bare feet. Everything seemed to be wonderful until he saw it. That dastardly thing. No, he couldn't dare bare it and he looked away for a moment, looking down into the ocean water until he just had to make sure and looked towards the tall man again.
Yes, it was true. The poor man had dropped his ice cream onto the sand below all because a couple of children knocked it out of his hand. What a shame that was. Surely Arlo could help?
"Excuse me sir," the young boy said as he jogged up to the taller one, concern in his eyes as he got closer. "I couldn't help but notice you've dropped your ice cream. I drive an ice cream truck, you see. Would you like a free one?"
Of course Arlo didn't have any ice creams on him that very moment, but he could always write the man's name down, make a special exception this one time. The poor man looked so distraught.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 18:50:46 GMT
some days I am a god of thunder lifting cats
some days I walk nine paces
turn and fall
walk nine paces turn and fall
I die every single time Giovanni could see some of his men begin to get up from their towels as the boy approached. He didn't look like the man scheduled to be at the drop. He lifted his hand to still his cousins in a gesture the blonde might read as No Thanks. He was expecting a note with lock combination and location from a blonde man with a nose piercing (as the description had put it) not an ice cream. "Free ice cream?" he said with a hesitant, suspicious weight in his voice. "What is this? I have no time for scam artists or amateur con-men."LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 11, 2013 19:26:22 GMT
The men nearby made him nervous and he arched his brows a bit in worry, though he didn't question them, nor point them out.
He did, however, look at the man as if he were crazy.
"Huh?" He questioned, blinking a bit in confusion. Was free ice cream really that weird of a concept? "I'm not a con man or a scam artist... I'm just trying to offer you a bit of ice cream since you just dropped yours... You.. do want ice cream, don't you?"
Who was confused? Arlo was confused. Was it true? Very much so.
"What's your name and favorite flavor? I definitely won't forget it!" He stated with a smile so bright it put the sun to shame.
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