How Do They Work? (OPEN)
Jun 11, 2012 16:26:02 GMT -5
Post by Cody Long on Jun 11, 2012 16:26:02 GMT -5
Cody Long sat where he always sat, on a rarely used beat up old table in the middle of town square. He had been there for quite some time, and focus was turning to him because of his bizarre sun staring. It burned his eyes but he enjoyed it, and often giggled when the black spots danced in his field of vision after being forced to look away. No, the voices in his head were not telling him to do it, it was just his weird way of combating boredom. Later, his attention drew to the two small magnets he'd found in a field, remnants from a time long ago.
"How do they work?" he asked himself, with a fascinated expression upon his face as he pressed them together then pulled them apart. Cody's odd behavior continued several more minutes before the huge hand of town bully "Tavern" crashed down atop the wooden eating plank. The sudden interlude to Cody's intense focus snapped the young man out of his trance. "Boy, I thought I told you to stay out of here! We don't like your kind around here. Go talk to yourself and play with your imaginary friends somewhere else." Tavern thundered, or should it be called ordered? What ever the case, Tavern didn't give Cody a chance to do as commanded. Using his size advantage, the burly man of a fair age yanked the kid up by the scruff of the neck and tossed him away like he was nothing more than a piece of garbage going to the rubbish bin.
A normal person with common sense would simply walk away. Unfortunately, Cody was not normal. Cody got up, brushed himself off, and rushed headlong at his antagonist. A smattering of fists were exchanged between the two, with Tavern landing far more to devastating effect, enough to pave the way for him to hurl Cody yet again. Bloodied and clearly outmatched, the 17 year old scrambled to his feet once more defiantly, stumbling around like a blind man in a rock quarry. A gathering had formed, where many of them begged for the altercation to cease before one, or both, were dealt with by the powers that be. However, none were brave enough to step in and stop it, especially not with the reputation Tavern held. The stubborn kid found his footing and lunged at the man again, aiming his tightened row of knuckles at Tavern's thick, manly jawline. The punched never connected. Tavern, man of many a fight, countered by simply hiking his big foot into the air and ramming it directly into Cody's young face.
On the ground yet again, Cody looked up and blinked one painful time, and grumbled at the sound of the voices in his head laughing at his pathetic plight. Then, his vision began to blur and darkness sat in on the fringes of his vision.
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"How do they work?" he asked himself, with a fascinated expression upon his face as he pressed them together then pulled them apart. Cody's odd behavior continued several more minutes before the huge hand of town bully "Tavern" crashed down atop the wooden eating plank. The sudden interlude to Cody's intense focus snapped the young man out of his trance. "Boy, I thought I told you to stay out of here! We don't like your kind around here. Go talk to yourself and play with your imaginary friends somewhere else." Tavern thundered, or should it be called ordered? What ever the case, Tavern didn't give Cody a chance to do as commanded. Using his size advantage, the burly man of a fair age yanked the kid up by the scruff of the neck and tossed him away like he was nothing more than a piece of garbage going to the rubbish bin.
A normal person with common sense would simply walk away. Unfortunately, Cody was not normal. Cody got up, brushed himself off, and rushed headlong at his antagonist. A smattering of fists were exchanged between the two, with Tavern landing far more to devastating effect, enough to pave the way for him to hurl Cody yet again. Bloodied and clearly outmatched, the 17 year old scrambled to his feet once more defiantly, stumbling around like a blind man in a rock quarry. A gathering had formed, where many of them begged for the altercation to cease before one, or both, were dealt with by the powers that be. However, none were brave enough to step in and stop it, especially not with the reputation Tavern held. The stubborn kid found his footing and lunged at the man again, aiming his tightened row of knuckles at Tavern's thick, manly jawline. The punched never connected. Tavern, man of many a fight, countered by simply hiking his big foot into the air and ramming it directly into Cody's young face.
On the ground yet again, Cody looked up and blinked one painful time, and grumbled at the sound of the voices in his head laughing at his pathetic plight. Then, his vision began to blur and darkness sat in on the fringes of his vision.
(OPEN)
