Post by Arthur Colquhoun on Jul 7, 2010 16:02:58 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS ARTHUR COLQUHOUN AND I AM 11 YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 6/5/1874 IN ENGLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS IRISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE URIAH SHELTON. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM DISRESPECTFUL, STUBBORN, CLEVER, AND SECRETIVE . TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY JO.
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Another day. Another mark on the page Grayer and his brother had been using to keep track of the days since this all started happening. The six year old counted back on the marks that were in his own childish writing- nine. It had been nine days since Ian had went to sleep. Since then, Jack had also stopped talking and Henry went to go find food. He figured that that both of them had also fallen asleep, so it was just him and Jonas. He slid the stuffed toy closer and hugged it to his chest. The warnings from his older brother remained in his head. Don’t open the doors. Don’t open the windows. And, the most important rule, do not go outside. “But there is no food left,” he said to Jonas, wondering how long he was suppose to listen to the warnings. And the house smelled. He cleaned himself off last night using baby wipes and bottled water, so he knew it wasn’t him. Tears started filling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. After all, he wasn’t a baby anymore.
With his brother, mother, and friends all sleeping, the house lacked the usual chaos that made it home. There was no one to argue with, no one to stop him from drawing on the furniture, no one to tell him not to eat too much candy. As he sat at his kitchen table, the only sounds around him were the ticking of his watch and the growl of his stomach. The watch, with the grown up hands, was no use to him as he couldn’t tell him. He needed to know what time of day it was, as it looked like he would have to go find food. Don’t open the curtains. “Shut up Jonas, ye silly ole alligator. I’m just looking out the window.” He judged it was around mid-afternoon, plenty of time to go to the store and back before bed. Leaving Jonas on the kitchen table, he ran upstairs to his bedroom to change out of his pajamas. Within five minutes, he had on a pair of ragged looking jeans and a red fleece hoody, and had dumped his school books out of his bag. Keys, a pair of socks, band-aids, and Jonas replaced his books. You really don’t know how to pack for a trip. “Didn’t I say to shut up?” Grayer said, getting some sick sense of pleasure when he zipped the alligator up in the bag. He wasn’t suppose to say shut up, but nobody was here to correct him.
The small boy practically skipped out of his house. It was chilly, windy and wet, but he really didn’t care about that right now as this was his first taste of outside freedom since sometime in September. He thought he knew his way to the store, it wasn’t all that far from his house, and by the end of his street he let Jonas poke his nose out of the zipper of the book bag to help him find his way. On the next street though, something caught his eye. Was that a..butterfly? Whatever it was, it was moving in the air and he wanted it. “Come here little flutterbug, I’mma feed you to Jonas!” he said, running after the moving red dot. By the time he caught up to it, he was halfway up the hill to the church. The “flutterbug” turned out to be nothing more than a red leaf, which crunched nicely when Grayer stomped on it. Almost as soon as he destroyed the leaf, the skies opened up, and he hurried to the closet building- the church. He stumbled over the steps, falling once and skinning his knees, before reaching the doors and going inside.
The church was almost an unheard of land for him, sometimes he would be dragged here on Christmas but that was about it. He sat down in a pew near the back of the church, pulling out Jonas and examining his knees. His jeans had absorbed the blood, and there was a new hole on his left knee, but other than that they were okay. As he waited for the rain to stop, he eventually drifted off to sleep, holding Jonas close to him. When he awoke, he noticed that it was much darker in the church than before, and that there was somebody crying. He sat up sleepily, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he tried to remember what was going on. As far as he knew, everyone in the entire down was sleeping for a really long time except for him. And whoever was crying.
From his position now, he could see that a lady was near the front of the church, and she had to be the one who was crying. Grayer had never seen her before in his life, and that mixed with the fact he thought he was alone led him to one conclusion. He stumbled out of the pew, Jonas’ tail clutched tightly in his left hand, and made his way quietly to the front of the church. When he was about five feet away from the women, he tilted his head ever so slightly, put on his most innocent looking face, and said quietly “Are you an angel?” He had to look innocent and be quiet just in case it was- he didn’t want to make God angry.
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