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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 20:20:03 GMT -8
To hide in public places means you have to find a crowd you can fit into or a place were you look like you are supposed to be there. For a dirty and neglected looking little boy, the docks were wonderful places to hide. What is one supposed to think when you see a boy like Jarrett Farmount? The child is skin and bones, caked in dirt. One might think he is an orphan. Maybe the son of a seaman who got lost at sea. Maybe he was a stowaway, running away from his home. Whatever one might conclude is up to them, but Jarrett was planning to keep everyone out of his business for he was no child but a creature who didn't age.
He watched men unload crates from a boat, trying to figure out what was inside of them. Wondering if he could steal one. How much it was worth. If there was food. He was standing near some store of some sort that he cared not for as these thoughts moved threw his brain. The men treated these crates somewhat carelessly, so either there was nothing of value or they didn't know what was inside of them. What ever was the answer was, it had set off his curiosity. He took a step toward the crates, then a little girl of maybe nine darted in front of him. He took his step back startled as the the mother collected her child while saying...
"Honey, if you aren't careful, the unknown Farmount boy could get you and turn you into a creature like him. Do you remember the stories that Grandma told you?" Jarrett watched them speechless as the girl nodded and spoke, "yes, Mama. He was a boy who slaughtered his family and terrorized the port town he lived in. Isn't he unknown because he was alone and no one knew him?" Slaughtered his family? Terrorized his home town? None of that was true. Jarrett looked away from the two, almost ashamed.
"Yes. And he comes from the sea to catch bad children who don't listen to their parents." the mother said in a warning tone. His shame was short lived. He held back a laugh. He came from the sea? For Pete's sake, he rarely washed off the dirt on his back. And take bad children away? What would he do with them? He watched them leave before leaving himself. He walked the streets, running the scene in his mind over and over. None of that was true except that he had always been alone. Always.
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Post by Raven Price on Jan 5, 2013 20:50:26 GMT -8
Raven walked down the docks calmly pretending she belonged there and knowing she didn’t. She had never belonged anywhere for as long as she could remember. Never knew any family though there must have been one at some point nor any friends. Lonely… but by choice mostly. Friends had the potential to hurt in the end of it all. Or she would run them into trouble. Either way it was not favorable. She kept her black wings pressed close to her back underneath her hoodie. They were mostly hidden from view and only if one looked really closely could they be seen. Her long black hair hung down passed her shoulders and though shiny was greasy and unwashed. Her dark eyes were an undetectable color somewhere between dark brown and black and were scanning the docks looking for an opportunity.
Walking passed a food market she casually grabbed and apple as she walked by. Being unnoticed was a skill she was proud to have. Then again after being on the run for years it was one she was bound to pick up eventually. She tossed the apple in the air then caught it. No one cared or noticed for that matter. Why would anyone care about a small seventeen year old girl? Exactly. Taking a bite out of it she paused as she saw a young girl dart out in front of a boy. He had an odd expression as the mother scolded using the old Farmount story. Shaking her head Raven disregarded the legend. It sounded like an old wives tale meant to scare toddlers and that’s what it was used for. What interested her was the boy who reacted so differently.
After a few minutes he left and she shrugged. She continued on her way letting her thoughts drift knowing that here she could at least blend in, for the most part. The boy ran in her thoughts at times as she walked. He was small and dirty and probably an orphan. But then again maybe not. Things were not always what they seemed. Raven passed another food market and attempted the same tactic as before but was still slightly distracted by her thoughts. As she was pulling away someone grabbed her wrist causing her to drop the piece of bread that she had grabbed. Looking up at the owner of the stand she glared and tried to pull away again. He started to yell something about her being a thief then leaning in close growled in her ear about the options of punishments he had for her.
So the situation was not the best she had been in. Keeping a low profile had been the plan but this somewhat ruined that. And now it is time for plan two. Kicking the man in the shin she turned and ran off quickly. The thought of flight was still in question but she would rather keep that under wraps for as long as possible. The man was yelling curses after her but she didn’t know if she was being pursued. Ducking between a narrow alley between shops which lead to a different part of the dock she slowed her pace and tried to blend into the crowd again. So far it wasn’t too bad yet, but she probably should keep her wits about her.
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Post by Jarrett Farmount on Jan 5, 2013 21:15:51 GMT -8
The last time he had heard his legend, it hadn't been so unbelievable to him. It still claimed he had killed his parents, but it also claimed he killed all who ventured too close to him. Called him a poisonous snake who blended into crowds as a lost orphan boy. It claimed that he killed for the fun of it. He killed all the time. If someone died in a large crowd, then it was because he had strayed too close to the Farmount boy.
What was funny was the fact that all the legends originated from the whispers. Whispers of him killing his parents, stealing young girls in the night to spoil them from future husbands. Whispers of lies. But what even the whispers never mentioned was his first name. Jarrett. He was that Farmount boy. He was the boy who killed his parents. He--
His thoughts were cut short as someone yelled something about a thief, then a girl running. He followed the girl. Curiosity overcame him. He had somewhat noticed her during his run in with the girl and her mother. He wondered what legend she had heard of. He quickly and quietly approached behind her, taking note of her wings. He slowed to her pace as he came next to her. Curiosity was gnawing away at his dislike to talk.
"Guess you aren't that great at keeping a low profile." he commented, looking around them and dodging looking at her. "But then again, no one is as good as the Farmount boy." He looked at her now, wanting to see her expression.
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Post by Raven Price on Jan 5, 2013 22:15:48 GMT -8
"Guess you aren't that great at keeping a low profile." The boy from her thoughts commented as he came to her side. Raven gave him a side long glance of distrust and mock hurt. “Thanks Kid” she muttered under her breath more to herself than him. State the obvious much? She thought to herself. Though she wasn’t really all that bad at keeping a low profile. She had done so plenty of times before. When she was clear headed. She didn’t falter in pace as she studied the boy more closely. He looked to be about fourteen, caked in mud, and thin as Hell. But looks can be deceiving. He was avoiding looking at her instead scanning their surroundings which is what tipped her off that he was more than he seemed. "But then again, no one is as good as the Farmount boy." The boy added onto his previous comment then looked at her with a curious gaze searching for a reaction.
Raven snorted slightly in amusement and shook her head. “The Farmount Boy story?” she asked in a cynical tone and looked at him. “You’re joking, right? How many versions are there anyways?” she asked skeptically. “That’s just some legend that mothers use to scare their children.” Raven didn’t know what reaction he was looking for but she shrugged her shoulders slightly to herself. She stopped and looked at him again tilting her head slightly as she did so. “Look if you believe it then fine, all legends probably have some teeny tiny bit of truth somewhere, but I personally don’t care one way or the other. He is just some Kid like everyone else who got a bad rap.”
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Post by Jarrett Farmount on Jan 5, 2013 22:32:27 GMT -8
Her reaction made him laugh. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the urge to laugh and acted upon it. He looked ahead of them. "I call the beginning stage of it whispers. The story started with rumors bored housewives spread." He said, almost defensively. He wasn't sure where he was going to take this conversation. If he would tell her he was Farmount. If she would believe him. He stopped with her and meet her eyes. "Farmount legends aren't even close to the real story. But he wasn't an average kid." Average kids age. Average kids have friends. Average kids have parents.
"And I am Farmount. Jarrett Farmount." He said, his voice dropping to barely more then a whisper. He looked away, afraid she would laugh and not believe him. Only vampires and elves lived forever with little to no aging. A young boy claiming to be a hundred year old legend with no evidence of being elf or vamp, he wouldn't believe either.
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