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Post by TheenD » Sun Jul 04, 2004 11:40 am

The sky was falling with the fine grain of dust, tinting the sky with a faint orangem which muted the world beneath it in serenity. The day was ending, the calmness of night was aproaching as the sun made its hasty retreat. A lone bicycle lazily followed its route across the rice field dotted countryside, leaving a small plume of dust in its wake. The rider, a young man from the old city of Sydney, wore a haggle of new-age fashioned clothing. A shirt with an assortment of phrases, many of which made very little sense, was ripped and torn, strands dangling down to his patched worn jeans. Around his waist dangled a number of trinkets and keychains, which tinkled and rattled as he bumped across the dirt road. His hair was a sight to behold, a mishmash of colours and styles, what could be said about it was that it sprung from his head and thusly settled daintly across his face. His shoes, which were encrusted in dirt, could be identified as having been made by the American brand Skechers, a rare find he had discovered at one of many flea markets.

Pulling up slowly to a side stall, he lifted the cardboard awning which covered the bench. The smell of spices wafted through, the small room was stacked wall-to-wall with small jars, the contents of which encompassed more than he could fathom.
"We're not open yet," came a friendly feminine voice.
A sickly thin lady stooped over a kitchen bench, slicing with a long thin knife. She looked up, her thin eyes quickly taking on a maliced nature as she recognised the boy peering from under the cardboard awning.
"Escher! You're late again!" A knife was promptly embedded in the kitchen bench. Escher ducked from under the cardboard awning and rustled his way to the side doorway where he stood. "We have five orders backed up. If we don't get these out soon we'll have many travelers irate!"

Ignoring the rantings, Escher grabbed at his bag and pulled out a pair of headphones and put them on. Reaching once into his bag he produced a CD; it was worn out and looked almost like it was going to shatter. Extending her head forward, the lady stared bewildered, at the CD that Escher flashed in his hands. Her eyes once again grew to a disproportioned size. "Lilly what?! I thought that was strictly banned. Who sold you that?" She shrieked, reaching for the CD. Noticing her approach, Escher quickly jerked back the CD and placed it into the portable player while putting his index finger up to his mouth. He smiled cheekily and pointed to a number of wooden bento boxes that lay stacked by the door.
The lady busily concentrated on the hair that had fallen from her tight knit hair-net. "Yeah, those go to Town Hall station," she muttered deeply to herself. With a quick nod, he swung the package into his awaiting backpack, which whirred shut with a clink, securing the stack of boxes in place.

Careening around the corner, Escher leapt and landed on his bike. His feet working like machinery, he quickly sped off. Hearing her foodstall being peppered with dust, Jenumi sighed resentfully. "You seem so happy. Why won't you speak again?"
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Post by TheenD » Tue Jul 06, 2004 4:28 pm

The shadows were lengthening once again. The silence of dusk soon opened up into the chirping of cicadas. Old men packed up their tired games of chess, mumbling their farewells as the lack of light soon made it impossible for the battle of wits to pursue. Walking in opposite directions, they faded into the darkness. The lone lamp hanging from the bus stop slowly faded, blinked and plunged the surrounding grassland into darkness. A number of pigeons landed and started their daily scavenging. The soft click-clack of a bicycle soon alerted the birds to Escher's approach, making their hobbled escape just in time as he came rattling through. But the racket he was making was in high-contrast to the ethereal world that bloomed all around him. The music flowed around him, creating the world that he cycled carelessly through. No voice amongst the entrancing guitar, the intricate drumming, the soothing sound of a violin amongst the ordered chaos. His vision blurred as his bicycle jostled along the bumpy road. A far off blotch appeared in the underlying reeds that lined the banks of the river. It grew and grew as Escher rode closer, seeping into the ground, rolling down the bubbling river and tinging the world red.

A body floated back and forth among the swaying reeds, dressed in a white cotton shirt that seemed far too large for the wearer and was now stained the colour pink. Smelling the stench of blood, Escher covered his nose. Pulling aside and throwing his bag to the side, he ran down the banks; the water was suprisingly deep as he tripped clumsily into the water. Grabbing at the body that lay half sunken in the water, he began tugging it to shore.
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Post by TheenD » Mon Jul 12, 2004 4:18 pm

But for every step he took, he seemed to be sinking further into the sludgy river-base. Turning back to the limp body, he grabbed at it's waist and started making quick hoisting motions towards shore. Finding his footing on solid ground he turned and yanked the body by it's shirt up to the dirt road.

Collapsing with exhaustion, Escher slumped on the pitch black road. Lying back, he felt the weight of something metal on his head. His eyes widened in disapointment as he took off his wet headphones. Connecting them to his player he flicked the switch a number of times before once again slouching in defeat. The headphones were iron caste and manufactured to survive the wears and tears of a highly active lifestyle but alas, being submerged in muddy waters was it's undoing. Lying on his back staring at the stars, hearing only his rapid heart beat and heavy breathing, his head flopped lazily to the side. A pair of eyes, glowing green like the grassland, blinked at him. Escher's eyes blinked back in reply. The eyes squinted in the darkness but suddenly relaxed as exhaustion once again reared it's head. Escher rolled over, still utterly debilitated, and shook the stranger firmly but all he recieved in reply was a grunted moan and a push in the opposite direction as the stranger rolled onto their back. Finally mustering enough energy, Escher rose from his exhausted state, and turned lazily to the person who had made the day that much more interesting.

He wore what seemed to be an oversized labcoat, now bloodied with his own blood that seemed to be exhuming from a set of gashing marks along his stomach. Unlike many heroes much read and revered in fantasy novels, Escher did not know how to treat wounds, especially ones of this nature. His dark hair, now drenched, was matted across his face.
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Post by TheenD » Tue Nov 16, 2004 11:49 am

Reaching he wiped the hair from the young man's eyes, a muttered sigh escaped the prone figure. Slowly and uneasily his eyes opened, wondering what had happened, and why his whole body felt numb. Suddenly, as if electricity had run right through his body he shot up with a start.

"Where am I?!" he cried staring ernestly at Escher who sat crosslegged looking partially mystified and stunned. "I have to warn..." The adolescent's voice was cut short as he saw Escher pick himself up and half stumble to his bag. With a slight heaving sound he hooked it around his back and walked off to fetch his bicycle which was lying discarded on the dirt road. Taking ahold of his bike he fished into his pocket, two green eyes stared at him with confusion, pulling out a stash of coins he threw them to the ground. Giving an apologetic look, he rode away into the night. Never looking back, never wondering why.

Wrenching his hair dry, muddy liquid dripped onto the dry dirt. Yuichi frowned at the cloudy wake that Escher had left behind.

"How rude" the muddy water was still pooling into the shoes of Yuichi as he stumbled off in the opposite direction.
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Post by Wulf » Mon Nov 29, 2004 6:53 pm

nice work, i havent read it all yet.. meant to get round to this ages ago but it looks like nobody checks over new posts in here anymore.. :mellow:
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Post by Xanien » Mon Nov 29, 2004 8:42 pm

I don't have time to read stuff now either, but I'm graduating in 3 weeks so I'll have plenty of time to go through everything in January. So stick in there until then. I'll be doing A LOT of reading.
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