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rainbowfic2015-08-04 04:33 pm
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Cutting Room Floor (tDiaG) Literary Octarine 18
Author: novel_machinist
Story: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 18 The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die
Word Count: 269
Summary: Alan and Carl's history, how they met and how Alan learned about the end
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Talk of death
Notes: I didn't think that this fit in the main story anymore, but I like it and wanted to show it to people. This is well, background and can show you how Alan's feeling during the main story.
The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die.
After that weekend, Alan had busied himself with schoolwork. He didn't have much time to hang out with Nina and Joseph, not that he never meant to. Alan always meant to keep up with them; he'd grown up with Nina. It just happened to slip his mind. He hadn't seen Carl in person since then either. Though he did see him get injured during the season championship.
He'd meant to see him after that too… just never got around to it.
Then he got the message that Nina and Joseph had gotten into an accident. It took a full hour before he realized the rest of the message was that they had died. He wasn't the crying sort, but moping was something Alan was good at. He'd skipped classes for the better part of a week and didn't bother to visit much of his family when he was home for the funeral.
It was there that he met Carl again. Carl looked as worn as Alan was, still in crutches. A cigarette dangled from his lips, even though the rain threatened to put it out. They migrated together to stand side by side as they watched the coffins drift down into the ground. They stood for nearly an hour in silence and watched nothing as the rest of the crowd drifted away. Rain finally started in earnest and they both looked up. Carl's cigarette went out.
"I'm sorry about your leg." Alan said, eyes going back to the mounds of dirt that were going to fill the holes in.
"Let's get the hell out of the rain." Carl responded.
novel_machinistStory: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 18 The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die
Word Count: 269
Summary: Alan and Carl's history, how they met and how Alan learned about the end
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Talk of death
Notes: I didn't think that this fit in the main story anymore, but I like it and wanted to show it to people. This is well, background and can show you how Alan's feeling during the main story.
After that weekend, Alan had busied himself with schoolwork. He didn't have much time to hang out with Nina and Joseph, not that he never meant to. Alan always meant to keep up with them; he'd grown up with Nina. It just happened to slip his mind. He hadn't seen Carl in person since then either. Though he did see him get injured during the season championship.
He'd meant to see him after that too… just never got around to it.
Then he got the message that Nina and Joseph had gotten into an accident. It took a full hour before he realized the rest of the message was that they had died. He wasn't the crying sort, but moping was something Alan was good at. He'd skipped classes for the better part of a week and didn't bother to visit much of his family when he was home for the funeral.
It was there that he met Carl again. Carl looked as worn as Alan was, still in crutches. A cigarette dangled from his lips, even though the rain threatened to put it out. They migrated together to stand side by side as they watched the coffins drift down into the ground. They stood for nearly an hour in silence and watched nothing as the rest of the crowd drifted away. Rain finally started in earnest and they both looked up. Carl's cigarette went out.
"I'm sorry about your leg." Alan said, eyes going back to the mounds of dirt that were going to fill the holes in.
"Let's get the hell out of the rain." Carl responded.
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