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i saw a chicken . calla Sept 26, 2020 3:05:42 GMT -5

Post by cass on Sept 26, 2020 3:05:42 GMT -5

C L A R K E

Okay, I'm setting the scene-

Thursday night the sun is kissing the horizon like a glowing bud of the greatest weed you can get in district two. The sun is throwing me a cheeky little wink as I sit underneath a tree not too far away from the Strauss mansion but like far away enough that those peacekeepers can't see me. I'm sure they can smell the delightful scent of sweat and 420 blaze in the air, but we'll let that one slide.

So anyway, I'm sitting there minding my own business (not really. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in that house. Got to find that Toby kid for Bailey- I'm still sure he's dead. I'll report back to Bailey and let him know that he's dead. It's really the only thing that could be going on). Picture this, bud in hand, lips parted like a thirsty whore waiting for that next sip of beer and it happens.

A mother fucking chicken just walks out of the bushes.

I swear I wasn't that high, but bruh I was high so I could be lying, but I'm not. There was a chicken. Bright as the fading sunlight, mixed into the gloom of a chilly night breeze and blurry red-ringed eyes.

A fucking chicken.

So, I was hungry, I'm not gonna lie and I tend to see the things I want when I'm feeling a little peckish. But on my ma's grave, I was not craving chicken, a bagel yes? Maybe a few peanuts? Hells yeah, who doesn't want a little thrill and anaphylactic shock to finish off their week. Get me out before Monday starts, am I right?

"I'm telling you the truth, Bailey," I lean onto the edge of the couch, resting my head on my arm as I peer up at my roommate. I've just spent the last twenty? No, thirty minutes telling him about this chicken. "Beady red eyes and one of those-" I lift my a hand up putting it on my head like a fin and wiggling the fingers around. "Those things, ya know? The red flappy bit of wrinkled skin. Like ya know with turkey's how they have the neck flap that wobbles when they gobble? Yeah but like with this chicken it was on its head, bruh."

Look, I don't think he believes me, sometimes I say some weird things. I get it, but I'm telling the truth. I think.

"Oh, and I'm like totally sure that Tobio is dead."

But honestly that news ain't as important as my chicken.

K E N T

kaitlin

Last Edit: Sept 26, 2020 3:08:43 GMT -5 by cass

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i saw a chicken . calla Sept 26, 2020 20:08:17 GMT -5

Post by tick 12a / calla on Sept 26, 2020 20:08:17 GMT -5

B A I L E Y

"I'm telling you the truth, Bailey."

"Uh huh."

"Beady red eyes and one of those- those things, ya know?"

"Yeah, totally."

It's days like these where he wonders why he decided roommates were a good idea. Sure, it cuts down on rent, and you're never really lonely when the house is always full, but damn.

Bailey's only got an hour between his shift at the library and his shift at the Birdcage and Clarke's been talking out his ass for about half of it. Honestly, Bailey just started to tune him out about ten minutes in, throwing in the occasional mhm and oh really? Just enough to appease Clarke. Give the man an inch and he'll go a mile.

And he likes Clarke, he really does. He likes how he can tell when Bailey doesn't really feel like talking so he'll hold a conversation with himself instead, and he likes how when he smokes in the kitchen he at least cracks the window open first. Bailey's always been independent by nature, and Clarke's never made him feel stifled, even though sometimes he forgets about personal space.

Bailey also doesn't really think there are that many chickens in Two, if any, but he's not cruel enough to break it to the guy.

So he just lies there on the couch and kinda-sorta listens to him, one eye on the half-broken clock leaning against the wall because it got knocked down a month ago and was never put back up. He's a nurturer and a provider, feels a little like he's responsible for everyone, but at this point he's just dead tired. He's been clocking in extra hours at the diner in preparation for winter, but he doesn't remember it being this draining when he did it last year.

It's when Clarke finally seems to move on from the chicken that he catches Bailey's attention. See, it's like he's made it his personal mission to help Bailey find his brother, and Bailey appreciates the help, he really does, but at this point he's been on more than one wild goose chase. He's pretty sure if he opened Clarke's closet door, there'd probably be diagrams and pictures pinned up like a crime scene or something.

"Tobias." He corrects reflexively, and then what Clarke said actually seems to set in. Bailey sits up a little straighter, gauges how focused Clarke's eyes are, "Tobias?"

Clarke spouts a lot of shit yeah, but there's always a one in a million chance that whatever he saw was real and not just some drug induced hallucination. As much as he wants to find his brother, he doesn't want to find him in the gutter somewhere. "What do you mean he's dead?"

He puts his hands on Clarke's shoulders and tries not to shake him. Who knows what shape that brain is in. "How do you know, did you see him?"

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i saw a chicken . calla Oct 4, 2020 3:19:32 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 4, 2020 3:19:32 GMT -5

C L A R K E

The guy means well, I can see that he’s only half-listening and I’ll give him that. I mean I’d prefer his full attention, but from what I’ve gathered, Bailey doesn’t have a good attention span. I know it’s not me, I’m a fucking delight. So it’s gotta be him, he’s just too off in the clouds, head swinging and trying to find his little bro (who’s dead, by the way).

But like I also totally know that the kiddos name is Tobias, but Tobio just goes with the flow. Tobias sounds like a pretentious mess that needs the stick from his ass removed. You get what I’m saying? Tobio is chill, calm and would smoke a joint with me. We like Tobio, we wanna hang with Tobio, we wanna call Tobias a narc and kick him out of the house.

The words like a trigger for Bailey, pulling him up straighter, attention suddenly one hundred percent fixed on me. Honestly, still can’t believe the chicken story wasn’t enough to get this kind of attention, it was way cooler than some dead boy. I’ve gotta make note of this, though, write it down before I forget or get too high that my mum’s pants are the only thing in my eyes. Tobio is the word to use to get Bailey’s attention, maybe I should sprinkle it in a little more, make sure he’s listening to me.

“Well, yah know, I’ve told you this before Bazza, that house is spooky,” I lean forwards, holding the word spooky for a long moment as I try and get the impact a little stronger. “Shit happens there man, the orphanages they get the kids from are always different, ya know? They never pick the same one,” that I know I’ve. I did get kicked out. But like that’s not important right now, useless information, am I right?

“And besides, Bazza, I can’t see dead people- I mean, I kinda can if I smoke that shit Bruce gives out. I’m sure he puts other stuff in there, but you know I don’t like that stuff. Gives me a mad headache and I need to at least be able to think a little bit to piece together this murder mystery.” I lean back in my chair, pulling out a blunt from the pocket of my shirt.

“Okay, I won’t lie, I’ll take the shit if Johno ain’t around to give me his good stuff,” I bring it to my lips, nodding at Bazza to ask if he wants one. Lighting the blunt I take a long drag.

“Now, Johno makes the good stuff, not sure how he does it, but he’s the real deal, I hope he doesn’t get caught. Natho was saying that he was gonna turn him in for sleeping with his girlfriend. I don’t know why he did she’s not that good looking, but like I’m also not really into girls, I kinda just vibe that love thing as it is.”

I look at Bailey- what were we talking about again?

K E N T

kaitlin