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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:27 pm
Rays of light danced upon the hard tile below his feet. They sparkled and flickered against the checkered surfaces, highlighting each and every crack which he skipped over in an earnest game. Saul didn't want to break his mother's back, after all. She was standing right next to him, her hand coupling his own and keeping him close. The sheer thought of accidentally breaking her back by stepping on a crack was mortifying, and he didn't want to imagine the sort of pain she would be in were he to do such a thing.
He licked his lips, the taste of faint sweat seeping into his tongue as it grew cold out in the open air. From one foot to the other he hopped like a limping kangaroo, his eyes squinting with obsessive dedication until he were stopped by the firm voice of his mother.
"Saul, what are you doing?" Carmen heaved, pulling him back when he had hobbled a little too far ahead of her. The small child had reeled back, staggering until he had nearly lost his balance. He'd looked up to her with terror in his eyes as if he'd done something horribly wrong. He'd stepped on a crack.
"Don't move!" He'd gasped, his jaw hanging open as his face began to contort in worry. "I broke your back; you're not supposed to move if someone breaks your back." Saul's small figure sank, his shoulders hunching as he loosened his grip on Carmen's hand. "Help, help, help! I broke her back!" He'd called out to the congregation of people that had gathered within the flight of shops, restaurants, and entertainment bids that constructed the mall and all of its quaint glory. His voice became muffled and quiet when a hand clamped over it, Carmen staring down at him in perplexion as if she couldn't believe he'd bought such an old childish story.
"Stop yelling, I'm fine."
"But I stepped on a crack!" Saul stomped his foot, the sound of his sandle clapping against his sole resonating throughout the hall. He set his hands on his head once they both had been released, grabbing onto his hair in frustration. "Paris said that if I stepped on a crack, your back would break. I don't want to break your back. You can't ride the boat if I break your back."
Carmen quirked at the statement, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Her hand was carefully balled into a fist as she touched her back, wincing in false agony. "Paris didn't tell you that if you close your eyes and wiggle your nose you can fix my back. Quick! Oh, ow, the pain just hit me, Saulie. Hurry."
Saul jolted, his small body thrusting backwards as he shut his eyes with fierce haste. He wiggled his nose several time, stopping only once he felt himself being lifted off of the ground. His eyes grew wide as he looked up to see Carmen tug him along a few steps. She was fine. She was absolutely fine, and that brought a fine smile to his face once she had set him down again.
"You hungry, Sport?"
"Huh?" Saul's lips puckered in confusion as he brushed off his shirt, picking away hairs from the sweater-vest he had been shoved in on that particular day. He's smiled broadly when the comprehension settled in. They were going to eat in the food court! He loved the food court! "We get to eat here?" He paused, wrinkling his nose. "No noodles, right? I don't like noodles. I don't want them."
"No noodles." Carmen assured as she took his hand, fixing her purse on her shoulder.
They wound their way through the narrow crowds until they met at the center where restaurants circled around. Herds of tables sat scattered in every which direction, Carmen simply choosing the nearest one that appeared remotely clean. Ketchup packets and dirty napkins littered it, but that was scarcely a problem as she instructed Saul to manage the issue so that she might actually purchase food and expedite the process. Ordinarily, Saul may have listened. He may have tried to listen, anyway, but something of greater interest caught his attention at the very center of the court as he gathered up ketchup packages. He dropped them, his face growing long. Glancing over his shoulder to where Carmen stood in line to purchase pizza slices for them, he took notice that her back was turned to him. His face twisted anxiously as if he were debating himself, but it was short lived. He hastily gathered the ketchup packages as if to use them as an excuse and abandoned the table all its own so that he might migrate to the center of the court ... For there stood a marvelous row of machines harboring sweet treats any young child would adore.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:22 am
Uzi had never hated an inanimate object until now. "Give me my chocolate bar" she hissed quietly. The huntress had paid good money, money she'd earned for the little chocolate indulgence and now, now the machine simply sat before her pretending it had never received her money. Her tail thrashed behind her angrily and she looked for all the world like some feral person who didn't understand how technology worked, talking to a machine of all things.
The essentic didn't even notice the approach of the boy, they were at least a hundreds humans around as it was. She was far too engrossed in pressing the button for her bar over and over again while occasionally shaking the machine itself a bit. She would have her chocolate bar she'd earned it between teaching Fran, hunting and helping Eli with things which were not her designated purpose.
Kell sat at Uzi's feet, the old hound dog having followed her into the city simply becuase she was going somewhere and he felt like tagging along. He however noticed the child and wagged his tail in friendly manner before getting to his feet and moving towards the boy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:42 am
Saul jumped at the sound of one of the machines shaking. His small eyes stretched, his brows lifting up high as he stood on his toes, weaving between the crowded room until the machine and its inhabitants came into view. A young woman, peculiar in stature, at least for him, stood with her dog, shaking one of the candy machines as if it were a feather-weight. He was mystified by such strength, but ultimately caught off guard by the approach of the old hound dog that had made its way towards him with a wagging tail.
His body straightened. His face beamed as he dropped the ketchup package, taking a few steps before leaning over to look at the dog. "Hey!" He'd chirped, rushing forward without caution to Kell. It was a dog. A dog in the mall! It was certainly a cool looking one too, and all Saul wanted to do was pet it. He held out his hand, his fingers wiggling before he looked up to Uzi, biting his lip shallowly as if he were afraid of potentially upsetting her by touching her dog. He didn't want to be on the bad-side of something that could shake a candy machine housing chocolate bars with ease and power.
"Is it okay if I pet your dog?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:04 am
A demon of moderate strength could do what she Uzi perhaps even and adult human male. Of course adults and demons likely had the good sense to give the candy bar up as a lost cause. Uzi was combat essentic though, the concept of not accomplishing something she'd set out to do was one she loathed. For the moment it was only winning physical fights against older opponents that she seemed to be her main failure. Well that and making intricate carvings.
A flicking ear caught the sound of the question and she paused in her assault on the vending machine long enough to stare at the child. Why did humans dress their young in such ways? What was the point of all the strange and different fashions they used.
Golden eyes glimmered for a moment and she debated the child's request. Kell wasn't really her dog but it probably wouldn't hurt to let the kid pet him." Gently and it's not my fault if he slobber on you" she warned. kell was a good friend for all that he was a dog but it was his kinda nature to drool when excited.
As the essentic spoke the machine she'd been abusing gave a sort of whirring sound and the coil her bar was held in spun several time causing multiple chocolate bars to drop down. It was justice really for the effort she;d had to but in. Either way it made her smile which to a slight degree made the alter less intimidating looking, at least to most.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:15 am
A rush of air escaped Saul's nose; a broad smile crossed his face as if he were stiffling a laugh at all of the chocolate bars that had seemed to whirl out of the vending machine at once. He wished he could do something like that. All he had were ketchup packets to throw away, and ketchup packages were nothing compared to chocolate.
"I don't mind." He's stated as he looked back to Kell, kneeling down in front of the dog before reaching to scratch behind his ears. "What kinda dog is he?" His smile had grown as he set the ketchup packages down on the floor without regard for the litter. He'd completely forgotten the candy machines and his original objective, immersed between the conversation with the strange woman and her hound.
"Does he know any tricks?" Saul's face was animated, alive as he looked up in an excited burst. He'd never had a dog before. He'd never really played with a dog before either, but he'd heard story after story of the many things they were capable of.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 2:44 pm
" Kell is a coon hound" Uzi replied leaving out the black and tan part becuase really you could see he was black and tan. The essentic herself has never much seen the reasoning behind Kell's name till she'd be taking him through the forest in that one district and he'd tree'd a racoon she'd only just noticed and wasn't paying much attention to. The dog had a sixth sense for the things and he' damned nearly jumped up trees to make sure the fat fuzzy things were good and frightened of him up there. Older dog or no Kell could be intense sometimes.
Uzi stalled for a second and thought about the boy's second question. Tricks, did the dog actually know anything one could define as a trick?he followed commands but that was becuase he was well trained and she didnt think asking him to lay down or heel was all that interesting. He could speak on command but a loud deep bellow in the middle of a crowded mall while she was fishing multiple chocolate bars out of a machine was probably a bad idea.
" No tricks but he fetches really well." Of course half of what he fetched was dead animals but she wasn't allowed to say that. For some reason humans seemed to keep the facts of death from their young and the human before her was undoubtedly young. Though he wasn't that annoying sort of young that did nothing and must be watched and pandered too. His clothing was still ridiculous but he wasn't all that bad. Seemed to be the curious sort like Fran.
Unaware of his companions judging of the boy Kell was more focused on tilting his head to make sure the itchy spots got scratched. Strangers never knew where the itchy spots were and it was his job to inform them.
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