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Milk Bottle 6, Admin Yellow 12
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle, Summer Carnival)
Characters: Barclay (POV), Kelsey, Kit.
Colors: Milk Bottle 6 (Tilt-A-Whirl), Admin Yellow 12 (When I do it in the park, people look at me funny.)
Word Count: 960ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Barclay needs practice.
Note: All comments welcome as always!
Hidden Talent
I’m not a goddamn babysitter.
But, when I helped that kid find his brother, it turned out his brother was dying or something.
And, now the once-dying brother is lying in Calvin’s clinic, trying to get better, and the kid is all alone.
Well, Kit isn’t exactly alone. He’s actually pretty much the opposite of alone, really. He bounces around between a whole scattershot family of people. Going on the stories he rattled off at the diner today, it’s been quite the adventure. He lived with Satchel Lennox in that creepy one-man shantytown out in the woods for a few days. Then he went back to Sawyer #2301 for a little while. Last night, he stayed up late watching monster movies in a one-room apartment, then antagonistically shared a mattress with that fucking manchild everyone calls Scissors, because they’re all nuts and just accept that as a real name. Seriously. I didn’t know he was actually Sebastian Lower until it started driving me so crazy that I ran a check on him out of curiosity.
Today, or at least the first half of it, he’s with Kelsey. They went for breakfast and to the park, and she invited me.
I spent most of the time with my tablet out, getting work done. Tracking some lady’s dead husband who turned out to not be quite so dead after all. Neither of them minded, though. We’re as diverse a group of people as I’ve ever seen, the three of us are, but one thing we all have in common is that we don’t give much of a shit if everyone just wants to do their own thing.
So now I’m perched on a bench, still working. They’re sitting in the grass about a meter away, and Kit is still telling stories. Kelsey is either listening, or just making a flower chain while he talks at her.
I’d kind of want to join in at whatever they’re doing, but I’ve never really known what to do about kids. I mean, I guess this one is a teenager, but it’s kind of the same difference.
Kelsey isn’t like me. Actually, she’s kind of a paradox. I’d call her a hermit. In the archetypical sense, even; a portrait of the Senex as a young woman. And she has a unique way of interacting, with people and everything else. But, when she wants to interact, and when people make an effort to understand her, she can get along with anyone. Especially kids and misfits. People who might not feel heard.
Of course, this all goes out the window the instant she so much as smells bullshit, but that’s a story for another day.
Kit isn’t full of bullshit right now, so she started talking back. Then she leapt to her feet and started spinning. I put down my tablet and watched.
Another thing about Kelsey, is that she’s an adept when it comes to the little stuff. Things you wouldn’t think could vary much from person to person. She makes me think I should get everyone in the park together for a big spin-off, just to make her some easy money.
She spun in place as precisely as a centrifuge. Her long red hair flew around her without getting tangled in her limbs and disrupting her balance. Soon, she was going so fast it started to look like she had a whole wreath of arms. Then she stopped on a dime, stumbled a bit, and sat back down. Made a few keystrokes on her arm.
“Your turn!”
Kit was about to wind up and get going. I laughed.
“…Don’t even try. She’s been kicking my ass at this since we were little kids.”
Kelsey rolled her eyes at me.
“That’s only because you sucked. You had a middle ear infection every other month.” She nodded at Kit. “Show me what you’ve got!”
Kit started twirling, and he actually did pretty well. He didn’t go quite so fast, and he spun around in loopy patterns instead of in one place like a top, but that’s just humorless technical nitpicking. All spun out, he staggered to a stop, then hit the ground like a sack of bricks. I stifled a laugh. Kit was already laughing, because he laughs at everything. Then he pulled himself up into a crosslegged position and pointed at me.
“Your turn, dude!”
I shook my head.
“Nope. I suck at this. Didn’t you hear Kelsey?”
She glared at me.
“I said you sucked when you were a kid. I won’t know if you suck now until I see you.”
I shook my head, picked up my tablet, and pretended to work. Until I realized that I could still feel them staring at me.
“…You guys aren’t gonna let up, are you?”
Kit shook his head.
“No way.”
Fine…
I stood up and started spinning.
And, as soon as I picked up a little speed, I swerved out of control. My glasses went flying. I cracked my shin on the bench, lost balance, and started to skid into a wrought-iron fence, grabbing hold of the bars to break my fall.
Without my tinted lenses to filter the light, the glare was too much, and I could hardly make out anyone’s faces. I think Kit looked surprised or concerned. And I heard Kelsey laughing.
“Nice one, Barry.”
I sat back against the hard metal fence, started dusting off my shirt.
“Oh, fuck you.”
By then, I was also starting to laugh. God, I just made an ass out of myself.
Kelsey helped me to my feet.
“You just need some practice.”
She handed me my glasses.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle, Summer Carnival)
Characters: Barclay (POV), Kelsey, Kit.
Colors: Milk Bottle 6 (Tilt-A-Whirl), Admin Yellow 12 (When I do it in the park, people look at me funny.)
Word Count: 960ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Barclay needs practice.
Note: All comments welcome as always!
I’m not a goddamn babysitter.
But, when I helped that kid find his brother, it turned out his brother was dying or something.
And, now the once-dying brother is lying in Calvin’s clinic, trying to get better, and the kid is all alone.
Well, Kit isn’t exactly alone. He’s actually pretty much the opposite of alone, really. He bounces around between a whole scattershot family of people. Going on the stories he rattled off at the diner today, it’s been quite the adventure. He lived with Satchel Lennox in that creepy one-man shantytown out in the woods for a few days. Then he went back to Sawyer #2301 for a little while. Last night, he stayed up late watching monster movies in a one-room apartment, then antagonistically shared a mattress with that fucking manchild everyone calls Scissors, because they’re all nuts and just accept that as a real name. Seriously. I didn’t know he was actually Sebastian Lower until it started driving me so crazy that I ran a check on him out of curiosity.
Today, or at least the first half of it, he’s with Kelsey. They went for breakfast and to the park, and she invited me.
I spent most of the time with my tablet out, getting work done. Tracking some lady’s dead husband who turned out to not be quite so dead after all. Neither of them minded, though. We’re as diverse a group of people as I’ve ever seen, the three of us are, but one thing we all have in common is that we don’t give much of a shit if everyone just wants to do their own thing.
So now I’m perched on a bench, still working. They’re sitting in the grass about a meter away, and Kit is still telling stories. Kelsey is either listening, or just making a flower chain while he talks at her.
I’d kind of want to join in at whatever they’re doing, but I’ve never really known what to do about kids. I mean, I guess this one is a teenager, but it’s kind of the same difference.
Kelsey isn’t like me. Actually, she’s kind of a paradox. I’d call her a hermit. In the archetypical sense, even; a portrait of the Senex as a young woman. And she has a unique way of interacting, with people and everything else. But, when she wants to interact, and when people make an effort to understand her, she can get along with anyone. Especially kids and misfits. People who might not feel heard.
Of course, this all goes out the window the instant she so much as smells bullshit, but that’s a story for another day.
Kit isn’t full of bullshit right now, so she started talking back. Then she leapt to her feet and started spinning. I put down my tablet and watched.
Another thing about Kelsey, is that she’s an adept when it comes to the little stuff. Things you wouldn’t think could vary much from person to person. She makes me think I should get everyone in the park together for a big spin-off, just to make her some easy money.
She spun in place as precisely as a centrifuge. Her long red hair flew around her without getting tangled in her limbs and disrupting her balance. Soon, she was going so fast it started to look like she had a whole wreath of arms. Then she stopped on a dime, stumbled a bit, and sat back down. Made a few keystrokes on her arm.
“Your turn!”
Kit was about to wind up and get going. I laughed.
“…Don’t even try. She’s been kicking my ass at this since we were little kids.”
Kelsey rolled her eyes at me.
“That’s only because you sucked. You had a middle ear infection every other month.” She nodded at Kit. “Show me what you’ve got!”
Kit started twirling, and he actually did pretty well. He didn’t go quite so fast, and he spun around in loopy patterns instead of in one place like a top, but that’s just humorless technical nitpicking. All spun out, he staggered to a stop, then hit the ground like a sack of bricks. I stifled a laugh. Kit was already laughing, because he laughs at everything. Then he pulled himself up into a crosslegged position and pointed at me.
“Your turn, dude!”
I shook my head.
“Nope. I suck at this. Didn’t you hear Kelsey?”
She glared at me.
“I said you sucked when you were a kid. I won’t know if you suck now until I see you.”
I shook my head, picked up my tablet, and pretended to work. Until I realized that I could still feel them staring at me.
“…You guys aren’t gonna let up, are you?”
Kit shook his head.
“No way.”
Fine…
I stood up and started spinning.
And, as soon as I picked up a little speed, I swerved out of control. My glasses went flying. I cracked my shin on the bench, lost balance, and started to skid into a wrought-iron fence, grabbing hold of the bars to break my fall.
Without my tinted lenses to filter the light, the glare was too much, and I could hardly make out anyone’s faces. I think Kit looked surprised or concerned. And I heard Kelsey laughing.
“Nice one, Barry.”
I sat back against the hard metal fence, started dusting off my shirt.
“Oh, fuck you.”
By then, I was also starting to laugh. God, I just made an ass out of myself.
Kelsey helped me to my feet.
“You just need some practice.”
She handed me my glasses.
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