Post by B. Marquis on Sept 23, 2011 18:46:28 GMT -5
(I'm open to all critique! Hell, you can even call me a pooeyhead!)
(This chapter is not done. Thinking about adding more people in the exposition and naming the town.)
(This chapter is not done. Thinking about adding more people in the exposition and naming the town.)
The day was a long one, indeed. Donald knows he should have done what he has done, but he needed to finish his project at home. He’d taken the most careful of measures to not only keep his project from being unsanitary and safe, but he had taken the most carful measures not to get caught with it. He never knew what the implications were in taking something like this home. Sometimes, jokingly, he believes he can be punished by death. Right now, he’s not laughing much about it, though.
The walkway towards his house door seems a little bit longer than before. His fear and stress either moving the house up, or slowing time down. Either way, he managed to swim the air towards the house. In near breathless thought, he pulled his key out of his drenched pocket, briefcase in hand, and smartly opens the door and rushes in, taking a huge breath as if he just swam the oceans to get here.
He warms up in his home. He knows he is now in the freedom of his abode, only further solidified by the touch of his wife.
“How are you, Don,” Said Marian, his wife. She noticed the unusual amount of sweat protruding through his brow, but she showed no response.
He responded with a kiss. “I’m okay, love. What’s for dinner?”
She smiled and guided him towards the kitchen.
The last day of school was short. DJ wasn’t really noticing all the talking and waiting. He was too busy thinking about all the free time he will have to just sit in his room and get online. He’s been on the Mugen Fighter’s Guild, not so much of a guild let alone a playpen of people who just wants to mess around. Mugen is a fighting game engine. It gain popularity by allowing people to rip graphics off of various fighting games and allowing them to fight with an otherwise impossible group of characters. He wasn’t that much of a good Mugen developer, he made a few decent characters, but he just made them to try to belong there.
He almost missed the ringing of the last bell. Despite the fact that he wanted so much to go home, he walked. There is something that is more important than some silly playsite.
Her name was Grace Solidad.
She was the light of his otherwise boring nerdy life, not that he is ashamed of being nerdy. He has friends, do not get him wrong, but they are no Grace.
And like her name, she graced her presence with a smile, as always.
“Hey, Donny,” she said, as always, with a smile.
“Hey Grace, are you ready to walk the summer sand?”
“I dunno, and you ready? You promised me you would walk the beaches with me!”
That, he did, but he hopes that day is not today. Her gaze to the sun, however, seems to give him doubts. He had nothing to do as Grace held his hands and ran towards the public bus than to sigh and keep up pace.
“Well, I’m sure Grace is going to spend the rest of her day on the beach,” Said Samantha.
“Why do you say that?” Ron Solidad said, moving the newspaper from his face to look at her.
She went towards her husband’s head and showed him the text message. “This is why.”
“Well,” Ron said as he folds the paper and places it on the table. “What are we waiting for?” His smile became apparent as runs to take her by the waist. He wasn’t expecting her to step back, making a high pitch squeak, which always sounds lovely in his ears. It continued to sound so sweet even after he went face first towards the floor. That didn’t stop him from growling like a bear as he lifts himself up and starts chasing his beautiful prey, hoping for another squeak as she ran towards the bedroom upstairs. His wish was granted. The hunt is on.
“Well, it looks like DJ is going to spend the rest of the day with Grace. And if I’m not mistaken, they are going to the pier,” Said Marian.
“Why do you say that?” Donald said.
She gave him a hand gesture as he goes over to see what’s going on. She points to the white house directly in front of their kitchen door, a full glass sliding door that shows all. What the crystal ball shows this time is the lovely couple in the middle of a cat and mouse chase. They then collided softly at the window, as if they are trying to signal what they are doing. The woman turned towards the kitchen door, noticed Don and Marian watching, and then poked the man to show him. The woman, shirt now half off, waved towards the two, as the man gives them a thumbs up. Don and Mariam, unsurprised but yet amazed by the openness of these two people, only waved back.
After the short get together, if you can call it that, the blinds close in the white house’s window and that was that. The two could only muster a slow turn at each other. As if she believes she needed to add more to answer her husband’s question, she pointed at the now covered window, and finally answered his question with “That.”
Don thought about it for a moment. That has indeed answered his question. However, one more question has sparked. He already knows what Ron is going to do right now, and that does not sound bad to partake with his own love. He had a hard day at work, very stressful, not to forget the contraband located in his briefcase, and he really does not want to think about it right now.
That question can be asked simply by looking deeply at the emerald eyes of his wife, and nodding his head either towards the house next door, or by looking up towards their own bedroom. If she nods, then it’s good to go. If she smiles, then it’s good to go. However, she had done neither. She simply went towards the refrigerator. He frowned, now thinking about going to the basement. She then slammed the fridge door, walked towards the hallway, turned, and smiled as she skips towards the room.
He smiled. It’s good to go.
Nothing’s wrong with the pier, DJ thought. He’s here because Grace is his friend. They are not going to be long. She just wants to talk about the school year that just past, as well as the future. Grace always loves to talk about the future. She loves to ask what he wants to do in the future. It’s always a random timeframe. One day it could be tomorrow, the next day ten years, and the next day it could be ten minutes.
This time, it was different.
She didn’t want to talk about the future. Her hands felt a tad bit firm, DJ thought. She looks a little bit sad, he noticed. Ever since they left the bus, all she did was look at the clear blue sky or the waves on the ocean.
“Hey, Grace,” DJ said. He never starts the conversation, ever, but he must find out why she is acting so weird.
She simply looked towards DJ and pressed her index finger on his lips.
“It was a beautiful day, wasn’t it?” Grace said. She sounded like the words were for no one, as if she was nowhere, lonely.
DJ looked at the sky. The sky was beautiful. He never took notice of how beautiful the sky actually was.
“Yes, it is beautiful,” was all that he could think to say at this time.
“I wonder… I wonder if it is beautiful no matter wherever you may be.” Her eyes closed a little bit too slowly for DJ’s taste.
“I suppose. Let’s go to the pier and see if it’s true.”
She shook her head. “No, I know it’ll be beautiful there. We always walk there… It’s always a beautiful sight on the pier.”
“And it always will be, Grace.”
“I know. You have to tell me about it.”
DJ was confused. What’s with her sudden change of demeanor? Why is she talking like this? Why is she acting this way?
His thoughts quickly fade as she starts to run towards the beach water. She quickly disappeared as the waves quickly engulfed her, school clothes and all, and came back. He went beside her, eyes in amazement, and continued to grow in worry every step he takes.
Grace turned towards DJ. With a smile on her face, she ran towards him and gave him one of the biggest hugs she can muster on her ocean-soaked body. DJ couldn’t remember the last time he had one of those, vice the whole wet girl thing. He thought the last time she did that was when they finished the 5th grade, what she deemed the hardest grade in her social life. That was the year they started going to the beach, proven to be a great stress reliever. That was 4 years ago, when she moved here.
She knew that that was the last time she hugged him like that.
Her embrace was cold only in temperature. It was a friendly hug, not to be mistaken as anything but. Like clockwork, he wrapped his arms around her body, hoping that not only this will finally stop from acting so weird, but warms her up.
She puts her face on DJ’s neck, which made him jump. Not only was it the first time she did that, but her face was cold with the ocean water.
Then, he felt it. He felt something warm running down his neck.
He felt tears.
Grace Solidad is crying.
The walkway towards his house door seems a little bit longer than before. His fear and stress either moving the house up, or slowing time down. Either way, he managed to swim the air towards the house. In near breathless thought, he pulled his key out of his drenched pocket, briefcase in hand, and smartly opens the door and rushes in, taking a huge breath as if he just swam the oceans to get here.
He warms up in his home. He knows he is now in the freedom of his abode, only further solidified by the touch of his wife.
“How are you, Don,” Said Marian, his wife. She noticed the unusual amount of sweat protruding through his brow, but she showed no response.
He responded with a kiss. “I’m okay, love. What’s for dinner?”
She smiled and guided him towards the kitchen.
The last day of school was short. DJ wasn’t really noticing all the talking and waiting. He was too busy thinking about all the free time he will have to just sit in his room and get online. He’s been on the Mugen Fighter’s Guild, not so much of a guild let alone a playpen of people who just wants to mess around. Mugen is a fighting game engine. It gain popularity by allowing people to rip graphics off of various fighting games and allowing them to fight with an otherwise impossible group of characters. He wasn’t that much of a good Mugen developer, he made a few decent characters, but he just made them to try to belong there.
He almost missed the ringing of the last bell. Despite the fact that he wanted so much to go home, he walked. There is something that is more important than some silly playsite.
Her name was Grace Solidad.
She was the light of his otherwise boring nerdy life, not that he is ashamed of being nerdy. He has friends, do not get him wrong, but they are no Grace.
And like her name, she graced her presence with a smile, as always.
“Hey, Donny,” she said, as always, with a smile.
“Hey Grace, are you ready to walk the summer sand?”
“I dunno, and you ready? You promised me you would walk the beaches with me!”
That, he did, but he hopes that day is not today. Her gaze to the sun, however, seems to give him doubts. He had nothing to do as Grace held his hands and ran towards the public bus than to sigh and keep up pace.
“Well, I’m sure Grace is going to spend the rest of her day on the beach,” Said Samantha.
“Why do you say that?” Ron Solidad said, moving the newspaper from his face to look at her.
She went towards her husband’s head and showed him the text message. “This is why.”
“Well,” Ron said as he folds the paper and places it on the table. “What are we waiting for?” His smile became apparent as runs to take her by the waist. He wasn’t expecting her to step back, making a high pitch squeak, which always sounds lovely in his ears. It continued to sound so sweet even after he went face first towards the floor. That didn’t stop him from growling like a bear as he lifts himself up and starts chasing his beautiful prey, hoping for another squeak as she ran towards the bedroom upstairs. His wish was granted. The hunt is on.
“Well, it looks like DJ is going to spend the rest of the day with Grace. And if I’m not mistaken, they are going to the pier,” Said Marian.
“Why do you say that?” Donald said.
She gave him a hand gesture as he goes over to see what’s going on. She points to the white house directly in front of their kitchen door, a full glass sliding door that shows all. What the crystal ball shows this time is the lovely couple in the middle of a cat and mouse chase. They then collided softly at the window, as if they are trying to signal what they are doing. The woman turned towards the kitchen door, noticed Don and Marian watching, and then poked the man to show him. The woman, shirt now half off, waved towards the two, as the man gives them a thumbs up. Don and Mariam, unsurprised but yet amazed by the openness of these two people, only waved back.
After the short get together, if you can call it that, the blinds close in the white house’s window and that was that. The two could only muster a slow turn at each other. As if she believes she needed to add more to answer her husband’s question, she pointed at the now covered window, and finally answered his question with “That.”
Don thought about it for a moment. That has indeed answered his question. However, one more question has sparked. He already knows what Ron is going to do right now, and that does not sound bad to partake with his own love. He had a hard day at work, very stressful, not to forget the contraband located in his briefcase, and he really does not want to think about it right now.
That question can be asked simply by looking deeply at the emerald eyes of his wife, and nodding his head either towards the house next door, or by looking up towards their own bedroom. If she nods, then it’s good to go. If she smiles, then it’s good to go. However, she had done neither. She simply went towards the refrigerator. He frowned, now thinking about going to the basement. She then slammed the fridge door, walked towards the hallway, turned, and smiled as she skips towards the room.
He smiled. It’s good to go.
Nothing’s wrong with the pier, DJ thought. He’s here because Grace is his friend. They are not going to be long. She just wants to talk about the school year that just past, as well as the future. Grace always loves to talk about the future. She loves to ask what he wants to do in the future. It’s always a random timeframe. One day it could be tomorrow, the next day ten years, and the next day it could be ten minutes.
This time, it was different.
She didn’t want to talk about the future. Her hands felt a tad bit firm, DJ thought. She looks a little bit sad, he noticed. Ever since they left the bus, all she did was look at the clear blue sky or the waves on the ocean.
“Hey, Grace,” DJ said. He never starts the conversation, ever, but he must find out why she is acting so weird.
She simply looked towards DJ and pressed her index finger on his lips.
“It was a beautiful day, wasn’t it?” Grace said. She sounded like the words were for no one, as if she was nowhere, lonely.
DJ looked at the sky. The sky was beautiful. He never took notice of how beautiful the sky actually was.
“Yes, it is beautiful,” was all that he could think to say at this time.
“I wonder… I wonder if it is beautiful no matter wherever you may be.” Her eyes closed a little bit too slowly for DJ’s taste.
“I suppose. Let’s go to the pier and see if it’s true.”
She shook her head. “No, I know it’ll be beautiful there. We always walk there… It’s always a beautiful sight on the pier.”
“And it always will be, Grace.”
“I know. You have to tell me about it.”
DJ was confused. What’s with her sudden change of demeanor? Why is she talking like this? Why is she acting this way?
His thoughts quickly fade as she starts to run towards the beach water. She quickly disappeared as the waves quickly engulfed her, school clothes and all, and came back. He went beside her, eyes in amazement, and continued to grow in worry every step he takes.
Grace turned towards DJ. With a smile on her face, she ran towards him and gave him one of the biggest hugs she can muster on her ocean-soaked body. DJ couldn’t remember the last time he had one of those, vice the whole wet girl thing. He thought the last time she did that was when they finished the 5th grade, what she deemed the hardest grade in her social life. That was the year they started going to the beach, proven to be a great stress reliever. That was 4 years ago, when she moved here.
She knew that that was the last time she hugged him like that.
Her embrace was cold only in temperature. It was a friendly hug, not to be mistaken as anything but. Like clockwork, he wrapped his arms around her body, hoping that not only this will finally stop from acting so weird, but warms her up.
She puts her face on DJ’s neck, which made him jump. Not only was it the first time she did that, but her face was cold with the ocean water.
Then, he felt it. He felt something warm running down his neck.
He felt tears.
Grace Solidad is crying.