Borrowed Strength (CA - Matthew & Zander)
Quote from Deleted user on September 18, 2020, 11:04 pmMatthew stared at the ground for a while, not a word spoken. His eyes looked like he was searching for something internally, as if somewhere inside lied the answer Zander was seeking from him. Then his head perked up as his eyes wandered about looking for something.
" Wait, where did the Gatorade you gave me go?" He asked.
Matthew stared at the ground for a while, not a word spoken. His eyes looked like he was searching for something internally, as if somewhere inside lied the answer Zander was seeking from him. Then his head perked up as his eyes wandered about looking for something.
" Wait, where did the Gatorade you gave me go?" He asked.
Quote from Indy on September 27, 2020, 8:51 pmZander sighed and passed the kid the bottle. Well, it might have been a waste of a perfectly good lecture - but, at least it was out in the open, and he could stop fretting if he'd done enough.
"Can I at least get a name, even a fake one?" he grumbled, "I'd prefer to call you something other than 'kid'"
Zander sighed and passed the kid the bottle. Well, it might have been a waste of a perfectly good lecture - but, at least it was out in the open, and he could stop fretting if he'd done enough.
"Can I at least get a name, even a fake one?" he grumbled, "I'd prefer to call you something other than 'kid'"
Quote from Deleted user on October 3, 2020, 2:35 amMatthew took the bottle eagerly and twisting open the cap, took a few zealous gulps. He wiped his mouth as he closed the lid, placing the bottle down next to him.
" Matthew," he replied, but his eyes still wandered like his focus remained elsewhere beyond Zander. Finally his eyes settled on his backpack outside and he stood to retrieve it.
He swayed again from the exhaustion his body still felt, but proceeded forth mostly unhindered. Opening the door, he dragged his backpack inside, his arm shaking as it pulled against it's weight. Once he got it inside, he crashed back to the ground to sit and rest with a sigh, leaning himself against the cashier's counter near the entrance. A moment of silence past as Matthew shuffled in his backpack before pulling out some jerky.
" So..." Matthew started, turning to look awkwardly at Zander as he opened the package of meat. " What's your name?"
Matthew took the bottle eagerly and twisting open the cap, took a few zealous gulps. He wiped his mouth as he closed the lid, placing the bottle down next to him.
" Matthew," he replied, but his eyes still wandered like his focus remained elsewhere beyond Zander. Finally his eyes settled on his backpack outside and he stood to retrieve it.
He swayed again from the exhaustion his body still felt, but proceeded forth mostly unhindered. Opening the door, he dragged his backpack inside, his arm shaking as it pulled against it's weight. Once he got it inside, he crashed back to the ground to sit and rest with a sigh, leaning himself against the cashier's counter near the entrance. A moment of silence past as Matthew shuffled in his backpack before pulling out some jerky.
" So..." Matthew started, turning to look awkwardly at Zander as he opened the package of meat. " What's your name?"
Quote from Indy on October 5, 2020, 9:39 pmZander sighed. He'd gone through the introductions earlier but he'd given up the kid was paying too much attention. The heat made him miserable, and the misery made every problem seem far worse than it really was. He stopped himself mid-bitter internal rant, steading himself just as Matthew chewed into the packet of meat.
"You can call me Zander, everyone does," he nodded to himself, kerflopping on the cold, linoleum floor.
Some silence spanned. Zander reveled in the momentary peace. Then something chimed. The young man opened a single eye, glancing at their newest visitor.
It was an old woman. She waddled forward on her cane, her long, wispy hair tied back in a braid. With a refined eye she took a glance around... and walked straight past them to the shelves to grab a bottle of mustard.
Zander's heart continued to pound all the same, keeping low on the floor and praying the woman didn't come near... He crawled his way over to behind the cash-register, then ushered for Matthew to do the same before the woman noticed them.
Zander sighed. He'd gone through the introductions earlier but he'd given up the kid was paying too much attention. The heat made him miserable, and the misery made every problem seem far worse than it really was. He stopped himself mid-bitter internal rant, steading himself just as Matthew chewed into the packet of meat.
"You can call me Zander, everyone does," he nodded to himself, kerflopping on the cold, linoleum floor.
Some silence spanned. Zander reveled in the momentary peace. Then something chimed. The young man opened a single eye, glancing at their newest visitor.
It was an old woman. She waddled forward on her cane, her long, wispy hair tied back in a braid. With a refined eye she took a glance around... and walked straight past them to the shelves to grab a bottle of mustard.
Zander's heart continued to pound all the same, keeping low on the floor and praying the woman didn't come near... He crawled his way over to behind the cash-register, then ushered for Matthew to do the same before the woman noticed them.
Quote from Deleted user on October 6, 2020, 4:26 amMatthew eyed the woman as she walked by oblivious to the two half baked werepuppies exhausted on the floor. Then he watched Zander carefully circle around to the back of the cash register, motioning him to follow. Matthew just blinked. Quietly he picked himself up and, leaving the jerky in his mouth, started for the cash register until he paused, turning to find his Gatorade bottle still sitting by itself further off. He looked towards the women in the aisle, then with one last pitying glance at the abandoned bottle, he joined Zander behind the cash register.
Matthew eyed the woman as she walked by oblivious to the two half baked werepuppies exhausted on the floor. Then he watched Zander carefully circle around to the back of the cash register, motioning him to follow. Matthew just blinked. Quietly he picked himself up and, leaving the jerky in his mouth, started for the cash register until he paused, turning to find his Gatorade bottle still sitting by itself further off. He looked towards the women in the aisle, then with one last pitying glance at the abandoned bottle, he joined Zander behind the cash register.
Quote from Indy on October 6, 2020, 4:57 pmZander edged himself further behind the counter, somewhat relieved if not confused to find Matthew there as well. Of all the requests he had made that day, this by far was the strangest.
Meanwhile, the 'fiend' went for a container of mayo to go with no doubt an excellent sandwich....
"It's her," he muttered lowly by means of explanation, "Met her on the way in. Don't let appearances fool you. She means business".
Zander edged himself further behind the counter, somewhat relieved if not confused to find Matthew there as well. Of all the requests he had made that day, this by far was the strangest.
Meanwhile, the 'fiend' went for a container of mayo to go with no doubt an excellent sandwich....
"It's her," he muttered lowly by means of explanation, "Met her on the way in. Don't let appearances fool you. She means business".
Quote from Deleted user on October 6, 2020, 7:08 pmMatthew just nodded his head, as he grabbed his jerky from his mouth. He pulled his backpack closer to himself, his eyes appearing wide now with a clear sense of fear behind them. It did not matter her appearance; The history of predator and prey, the desperate fleeing over the former was one written in his gaze as he stared blankly in front of him, listening, smelling- feeling for her presence as she moved. There he remained in complete stillness, only giving Zander a quick glance to gauge what he was feeling.
Matthew just nodded his head, as he grabbed his jerky from his mouth. He pulled his backpack closer to himself, his eyes appearing wide now with a clear sense of fear behind them. It did not matter her appearance; The history of predator and prey, the desperate fleeing over the former was one written in his gaze as he stared blankly in front of him, listening, smelling- feeling for her presence as she moved. There he remained in complete stillness, only giving Zander a quick glance to gauge what he was feeling.
Quote from Indy on October 6, 2020, 8:53 pmThe woman continued her stroll, this time settling in for a loaf of white bread. Zander sniffed, and then paused... the metaphorical tumbleweed blew past.
Finally, "I know you're in here, you good-for-nuthin," the woman said, "Your motorcycle is parked out front".
Zander glanced helplessly to Matthew, praying the kid had the good sense to keep quiet.
"We've had your sort around here before," the woman continued, while debating between two brands of bread, "And we take care of our problems"
The woman continued her stroll, this time settling in for a loaf of white bread. Zander sniffed, and then paused... the metaphorical tumbleweed blew past.
Finally, "I know you're in here, you good-for-nuthin," the woman said, "Your motorcycle is parked out front".
Zander glanced helplessly to Matthew, praying the kid had the good sense to keep quiet.
"We've had your sort around here before," the woman continued, while debating between two brands of bread, "And we take care of our problems"
Quote from Deleted user on October 6, 2020, 9:23 pmMatthew continued to stare in his trance like state, huddled up with his knees to his chest. He spoke not a word.
Matthew continued to stare in his trance like state, huddled up with his knees to his chest. He spoke not a word.
Quote from Indy on October 6, 2020, 9:55 pmThe woman hobbled closer to their hiding place, sniffing indignantly... Zander's heartbeat continued to pound in his ears.
Two milky-brown eyes loomed down at the two.
"What are you doing down there?" she grumbled darkly, then rapped her cane on the counter, "Get up".
Zander obeyed, maintaining a steady presence despite himself.
"Now, you two have two choices, see. Get out before nightfall, or we take care of business, you hear?"
Zander nodded, but an objection caught in my throat, "My motorcycle's broken, can't go anywhere until --"
The woman shrugged largely, then pounded her cane on the floor, "Not my problem. Figure it out".
The woman hobbled closer to their hiding place, sniffing indignantly... Zander's heartbeat continued to pound in his ears.
Two milky-brown eyes loomed down at the two.
"What are you doing down there?" she grumbled darkly, then rapped her cane on the counter, "Get up".
Zander obeyed, maintaining a steady presence despite himself.
"Now, you two have two choices, see. Get out before nightfall, or we take care of business, you hear?"
Zander nodded, but an objection caught in my throat, "My motorcycle's broken, can't go anywhere until --"
The woman shrugged largely, then pounded her cane on the floor, "Not my problem. Figure it out".
