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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Randy

A half hour after the debate…

“Thank yah mista Jonson.” Tamitha chirped as old pair of boots and some better fitting clothing was handed to her.
“A pleasure my dear.” The old man chimed in response, it had been some time since the town had children around. Having a full white beard, slightly balding and a rugged exterior the old man vowed silently to himself that he would protect her from the Jerican curse that had befallen his town.
“is this right?” inquired Tamitha as the large bulbous trousers nearly engulfed the poor girl.
“HA-HA, you almost look like Toby. ”
“Who’s that?”
“My grandson… he’s left for a trip. Doesn’t plan to be back for a while.” Changing the topic “so my dear, your brother must love you very much to have given you such a pretty locket.”

--Down in the lobby the two men were still chatting.--
Damien was trying to stop the apprehension of him taking the medallion, slaughtering the last of the town and reporting it all to Bartholomew and getting all the glory for himself. He had already taken care of his two other comrades in the city, as they were getting too close to discovering the experiments of Hawk eye poison he was playing on himself. Every time he used the substance he had peace and he could not let that power be taken from him over a misunderstanding of morality. “pft, morality from a soulless organization designed for complete and unquestioned authority.” No he was better off ridding himself of such hazards and placing himself supreme master of his own pitiful realm of peace of warmth.
“so any idea why the Jerican keep slaughtering the village even to the state it is in now? ”
“What?” Damien replied rather caught off guard, as he was thinking.
“I said” obvious that Damien’s attention had all but left him and that he began to shake. “You alright?”
“Of course” he said rather defensively. “I-I got to go on watch.” Shoving past Randy, Damien disappeared into the back room.
Randolph was about to follow but an announcement was made from the top of the stairs. “Queen Tamitha, her royal highness.” Giggling Tamitha was escorted down the stairs upon the shoulders of Jonson. Adorned with the best that shanty of a town had to offer.
Randolph: declared “My aren’t you just the adventurous one.”
Tamitha whined “Can I keep it, can I keep it?”
“it may be-” seeing the decision begin to wane, Tamitha began to plead only the more along with the added boost of the old man standing next to her.
Johnson added”never mind the price it was a pleasure” seeing Randy to be unconvinced “it is a rare gift to see the smile of a child.”
“fine”
“Hooray!”
”But you need some respectable cloths as well.”
“Oh thank you Randy!” a quick smack on the cheek then she began to run off “I got to show Damien.”
Stunned Randolph held his hand to his cheek. “she so has us wrapped around her little finger, well I guess that’s the darn power of quite-ness.”
Johnson hollered ”Wait child!” the old man scampered trying to stop the intrusion of his supposed comrades privacy.
--
With peace flowing through him, Damien was nearly relaxed when the door flung open. stashing his bliss, Damien stood up defensively. “You little-“
the interruption of his pastime infuriating him. But then seeing the monk turn the corner. no doubt well trained in defense not wanting to reveal his role as the silencer at this time he was forced to delay his rampage. But tonight was a different story.
Recapturing his thoughts “little Princess. Its- time for me to sleep.” Not listening to the ramblings most often found in little ones “shooed her out of the room.” Slammed the door and started to wait for the cover of night.
--
Tamitha’s spirit undaunted by the encounter of Damien, was meandering around the kitchen scrapping up some food.
“Randolph, never mind Damien he’s just not the social type. Especially after 10pm”
Sipping on some soup “it's not that, it's just. Meh maybe it’ll (the feeling) will go away after tomorrow.”
Plopping down an abnormally large sandwich Tamitha began to crunch .
(kind of long I know. but since no one that was planned to hop in Hoppe Inn. I'll just try to get to West Port as fast as I can:P)

1 comment:

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