Indulgence // Spades { stand alone }
Oct 21, 2013 15:19:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 15:19:41 GMT -5
Spades Quinn Carnal
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One.
Your eyes trail the battered clock sitting besides you, the gentle Tick, Tick, Ticks too soft to enter your ears, even if they could. Instead all you hear is roaring like always; not to the sense of cartoon lions you almost remember before the four-letter words started to appear, however. The roaring is like the ocean that you never saw, the ocean you're left to wonder for. Oceans are elusive to say the least, their azure fabrics flowing in the wind never seemed to cross your forever wandering eyes.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Two.
Your minds aren't fluttered with the ideas of the majestic way two hydrogen and one oxygen can form a single water particle, and eventually add up into something such as a lake or a river. Your mind actually isn't fluttered at all, the only thing on your mind is the dream hosting inside of it. Dream that is filled with white-pavement roads and streetlights illuminating every house and building in the vicinity. The white as snow street seems to be the only item at all, you figure out reluctantly as your feet marched along it.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Three.
You're still marching on the same single street one chapter later, the pitter-patter filling the air and your ears for once. The event didn't seem as surreal in this state of mind. Having the sound of soles hitting pavement didn't cross your mind with a red flag, as the only thing crossing your mind was the idea of reaching the end of this damned street. Not just the end of this street, but anything, a face, a sound developing from somebody else's lips for a change.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Four.
Your eyes and feet stop trailing the street finally, you haven't quiet arrived at your destination but you've gone far enough. The lamps that lined up previously stopped illuminating the street you marched upon, now they sat with black faces. You don't need them to see however, as the sun had already began to return to the horizon again. Actually, you can't see the lamps anymore, or the ghost pavement, or the golden sidewalks, or the ashen buildings lining against them. The scenery has certainly changed, as the lamps seemed to transform into the scattered trees, branching up and out of the ground like pages of pop-out storybooks.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Five.
Your hands grasp around the creases in the same worn-out sleeping bag you've been using for almost two years, bending and folding them to fit them easily inside of the sack you've had for longer. Finally your eyes reach back down to the clock, silently tick, tick, ticking its way into Chapter Six, but your hand grasps around it too and forces it into the sack with everything else. Everything else didn't consist of much, besides the fore-mentioned there was really only maps and stolen food residing at the bottom that constantly banged across the floor with every step you took.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Six.
Your clock did finally tick, tick, tick itself into Chapter Six, you along with it. Everything of you with that, your head, your arms, your torso, even your synchronized legs that marched precariously against the same damp ground that sprawled itself across the entire forest. You did march on, to your own beat too, not to the beat of the tick, tick, ticking. That's what your siblings would do, match beat with what was already there, not create their own beats. They weren't you however, you were you and you were the only you in existence that you have found. Thus you needed to be you and not them, because then you wouldn't exist, but just them would.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Seven.
You know yourself better than the other two do, so you marched yourself right into the deepest cave you could find, or at least, you hoped you did. The same feet you used to march to your own beat carried you to the front of an upright cave, that seemed to play its own ominous music for you to applaud for. You didn't applaud however, you seemingly did nothing because that's what you heard. Not the bats flying around inside threatening all evil or the soft pitter-patters of your own feet that mimicked the ones you invited in your dreams.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Eight.
Your feet did march into the cave, synchronized to the same beat as before while you hummed a song you couldn't hear yourself. Each step forced small rubble to fall from the ceiling, but they were barely visible with the tiny match you held up, lighting only your face and the walls immediately around you. The light threatened to lick at your face, burning it into a nice tan, but it never quiet hit its target. You weren't quiet sure were you landed in the cave after the tick, tick, ticking became near Chapter Nine. The match you held up to your face barely provided enough light to view what was closest, never mind the rest of the room that echoed the tapping of your shoes hitting the floor. Your hands etched across the walls in an attempt to find something, but instead only became caked with rust-flavoured dirt.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Nine.
You lead your expedition into an overgrown hallway, covered with moss that laced over itself into mere wallpaper. The flames you held inches away threatened the moss' safety rather than your own, but you understood. Your chin still vibrated to the invisible music that flowed through the air and surrounded your skeleton along with the one sitting across the room from you. It had managed to become fully visible, every bone lying wastefully on the ground, soaked in adventures to come but never did. Your hand, being as curious as you need be, wrapped around one of the bones, the white of them viewed nearly as pale as your own exterior. You only took one, no need to be greedy. Their own belongings were long gone, but souvenirs were always just as acceptable.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Ten.
You stuffed the ivory-crown into your sack of course, he had 206 he didn't need, so how would losing an unnecessary skull change anything. Even as you originally went for the an arm, you decided ultimately on the skull, for that's where his knowledge and adventures were kept. Your adventure was halted temporarily, a human skeleton is only found so many times so why not enjoy it a little. The skeleton didn't attempt to hold a conversation with you, but you understood how he knew you were deaf. Eventually you left him there, he seemed like he needed some alone time to sort out his issues anyways.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Eleven.
You left a tiny note on his body with nothing more than a simple "Spades Carnal" etched onto it, and continued on your marry way. Eventually, the idea of a map occurs in your own skull, or maybe he told you, but you decided to go with the idea anyways. Pinning the sheet to the wall you etch another note, a note to yourself on a way out of the cave and the different turns you took. You even made a side note to where the body was hidden just in case your new company needed a hand. Standing and drawing seemed near damn impossible, so you sat down and placed the match on a make-shift stand, revealing nothing more than the cave floor, the rest of your friend and the soon-to-be map. You shaded the rest of the cave and labeled the different rooms, while the constant tick, tick, ticking flooded the room and your friend's ears, but not your own. Maybe your friend couldn't hear them either.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twelve.
You decided to head back to the entrance after something slippery attached itself to your legs. After stabbing the thing with a pencil, you gathered your belongings and stuffed them into your bag, all while throbbing. The cave itself was plenty dark without the accompaniment of fire, but the clock you held onto still tick, tick, ticked its way into Chapter Thirteen, rather than near say Chapter Eighteen. Your eyes drooped while saying goodbye to the rest of your friend for him, but you still managed to write something on the walls: "♤Property of Spades♤" Just as a reminder to everybody that comes later not to lead on after that point.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Thirteen.
Your feet didn't start to actually move until Chapter Thirteen, which didn't seem long afterwards by then. Time seemed to fly more when you aren't bothered to watch the sun or the tick, tick, ticks that reminded you that the light would go out eventually. The match that you held above your face started to flicker, dieing out on its own after being lit in Chapter Eight. You and your match did manage to live to the entrance, avoiding anything else that seemed to bring more throbbing. The fresh air outside brought relief as you blew out the last seconds of your match's flame, but you threw the stick into a tiny box with twenty other blown-out sticks. Your mother told you everything had worth to some degree, no matter how broken it seemed. So you refused to throw out most things, keeping even soaked journals and burnt bread around.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Fourteen.
You left the cave behind eventually, writing down the location in an overview map of everything you've seen so far. "Hemington's Cave" sat above "Greenrose Meadow"
which you promised to return to after drawing in the new area. You hadn't decided on a name for your new friend, so you gave him the name Hemington as it was his cave originally, not your own. His skull sat loosely in between your sleeping bag like most things found in there. Your box of matches became more and more empty as time passed, leaving only four out of a pack of two dozen remaining. It didn't worry you after all however, as people were gullible and you could trick them out of stuff rather easily.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Fifteen.
You and your bag of treasures trekked a way down to a tiny opening, surrounded by trees, and mushrooms, and toads, and weeds, and stones. The time left over from the day is slightly overwhelming, your clock didn't seem to manage to tick, tick, tick its way far enough along. The recent addition of inventory left you wondering still, "How unorganized could I get?" Disorganization was starting to affect you, as your store of goodies was only good if you could find the items needed. Clenching your hand on the bottom, you tip the bag over forcing out everything it contained. "Box of matches, Box of used matches, Hemington, 12 pencils, packet of line-less paper with exactly 47 sheets left, 19 maps, 14 other used sheets of paper, scissors, sleeping bag, banged up clock," Your voice filled the air around you while you wrote them down on one of the remaining 47 sheets you had left. "two apples, extra pair of socks, anndd a water... thing..."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Sixteen.
You finished your inventory check once the clock laying out hit Chapter Sixteen, you eventually neatly placed everything into their proper pocket. Side pocket #1: Box of matches, box of used matches, water container thing, socks, scissors, paper. Side pocket #2: Two apples, and a couple of stones you picked up. Main pocket: Sleeping bag, 46 sheets of line-less paper, 19 maps, 15 sheets of used paper and Mr. Hemington. The beads of sweat that used to form a line on your face eventually faded away during your inventory check too. After the check, you have no idea what to do. There isn't enough room left in the day for another adventure, and you are running low on supplies anyways, yet it's too early to go to sleep while the sun beams into your tanning face. So instead, you sit there in a clearing, humming and patting on your blue jeans you stole a week ago.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Seventeen.
You only sit there until Chapter Seventeen however, performing your own private concert. After you finish the frogs applaud, the same as they did the entirety of your performance too, but you didn't know they were applauding, you miss out on a lot without being able to hear. Sometimes you like to imagine what it would be like to be mute like Aceline, it seems like it would hinder you a lot less. An adventurer doesn't have to speak at all, but without being able to hear? How many deaf adventurers make it far; Hemington made it plenty far however, he made it to you and that seemed impressive.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Eighteen.
You somehow managed to spend a whole chapter comparing and contrasting mute and deaf, without realizing it until the tick, tick, tick of the clock sitting in your bag signaled for the sun to begin on its marry way down. You didn't stop thinking there however, you continued to remember of your family back home. Of how Aceline must have grown up to be as tall as you are now, and how she must have became famous for piano. Or how Esrooke's candy shop may have became popular outside of the kids that lived on same corner as we did. "Maybe things were better without me there" you said aloud, breaking off the frog choir's performance. Maybe things were better in fact, once you left, but things could've gotten worse too. Your sister may not have grown to be as tall as you because something may have happened, or maybe the clocks your brother made stop tick, tick, ticking like your own. Maybe he stopped tick, tick, ticking.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Nineteen.
You stopped thinking once that thought crossed your mind again, because it managed to cross your mind a lot. Ever since you left, the thought of anything happening to either two of them seemed to bring you to the edge. You did love them, even thought Esrooke always mocked you and told you to become more mature, but then again he was the reason you left. The three of you loved each other, but you couldn't deal with him anymore. Shoving you down into a hole ever since mother passed away, once you left you proved that their love wasn't as strong as they wanted to believe. You can't help but believe that if anything happened to them it would be on your head, "You left them, Spades.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twenty.
You couldn't stop thinking once you stopped, even if you tried harder than before. Eventually, you gave up trying to think of what to do while these thoughts scattered your brain like the mess in your bag yesterday. Your hand fell into the very bag and whipped out the same sleeping bag you used every night and cleaned every two nights. The idea of cleaning it hadn't crossed your mind until then, but you decided to ignore it. Tomorrow you could bath for a whole chapter if you wanted to, and you would. Instead you pulled out the clock your brother gave you that reminded you of where you left, and sat it next to your head while Hemington's rested inside on matted maps.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twenty-One.
Your eyes eventually fell together, dreary as your source of energy finally ran as dry as it could. The minute your head collapsed besides the patted mat, the lights fell out into darkness, even while the toads continued on with their performance which wasn't closet to being the greatest of the night. The gentle tick, tick, ticks rang throughout the air as the hands of the clock jumped forward every second, but it didn't bother you, or your sleep, even if it could. The sun had evaporated at this point, leaving the sky as dark as the hair you threw upon your sleeping bag.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twenty-Two.
Your mind had settled in darkness for the beginning as they were unable to provide the scenery blocked by your eyelids. Eventually, your mind created their own adventure as you would. It had not been the same street wander that you had developed last night, instead you were in the center of a dark crossroad, lit only by a single street light in front of a brightly coloured building. Your eyes wandered like they would normally, scanning the familiar building first and the other lame buildings secondly, but you seemed to be alone. Alone, once again.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twenty-Three.
You led yourself into the building instead of waiting for life to continue around you outside of the flamboyant structure. As soon as the doors to the building opened, the noises of children running around the different candies and mothers following them embraced your ears for once. There were different candies indeed, lining each aisle top to bottom with every variety colour found in any spectrum. You weren't quiet sure what to look at first, the ice cream cones that could be used for a sword, or maybe the at least 300 red-hot candies filling a single jar. Since birth, it was true that you and your twin, Aceline, had a major sweet tooth, such as your eldest brother Esrooke, so being in the same room with such an inventory was almost a panic attack, especially given the amount of food intake you've had in the past given 24 hours.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Twenty-Four.
You sat in one aisle for nearly an hour it seemed counting all the caramel squares that were somehow filled into another single jar. "128... 129.. 130... 131.." Your voice filled the air around you only, as the other children's voices managed to fill up the air and your ears for a change, yet your numbers strung together into the surrounding atmosphere. Eventually you grew tired of counting the tiny, brown squares and moved onto the tiny little, edible green sharks filling up another container. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." Your voice let out, except your counting was cut off early by a different voice, a voice lower than your own and seemingly close. "Having fun?" "Actually, you see I-" You were gonna be truthful and tell him you had no money on you, as your backpack was god knows where, until you saw who it was. A man barely over the age of 22 with the same matching hair and eyes as you stood almost a foot taller, looking down upon you as always. "I-I... I stole your clock Esrooke" You almost force out, but you keep the tears inside. It hurts to miss somebody for two years. You realized. "I know." Esrooke said gently, while all the kids in the store still howl at the top of their lungs, yet he pulled you into a hug, a hug you've been without for however long your mother has been gone. "I know."
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