[ooc]As infinite as the ocean, school days drag on for all eternity.....and then, like a new born star, gathering planets to support life in its gravitational pull, the weekend appears in all its wonderous glory.... Thank god for this miricle, no blasphemy intended.[/ooc]
Hey you.
What are you doing mooching around like that, lost as a stray dog? You looking for someone in particular, or just a place to get out of they way? It's pretty quiet here, so if you want I'll find somewhere else, I got a dozen places.
Yeah, ok. I'll stay if you wanna talk. Hang on, I know you. You're the cat that's been bugging people. News travels fast when it's on skates.
So what're you going to bug me for? If it's cash then I'm out, if it was a favour then I'm busy right now.
Well if you must know, I'm busy doing nothing. I'm very good at it, believe me. It's a skill to be able to go to one place, stay still and do absolutely nothing for hours. Just watching. You pick up the rhythm of the streets that way.
Me brother and I got that down pat. We know how the streets work, we know how people work. Garam decided, when he found out how it worked, that he didn't like how it all worked. He spent a long time trying to change the sequence, but in the end his efforts were unappreciated and changed nothing. He's been moody about it ever since.
I was worried about him for a while there, He almost looked like he was about to snap under the pressure of reality. I was really worried he was going to do something stupid.
Whether he did or not, I don't know. But he came back and my big brother and me met up and he seemed alright. Not his old self, but alright. He'd always been kind of serious, clinically determined and kind of frightening when he got mad. But now, well, he acts and laughs like someone who's had a good, long look at life and seen the joke.
It must have had some punch line.
He's different now, but I don't mind the change. It's not like it's a bad one. He laughs more, and is more relaxed.
It's just that sometimes he goes off alone again, maybe for a week or something, and comes back again. Maybe he just likes to be alone every now and then, I don't blame him.
I guess he thinks of it as being an escape. It would be nice to escape I think. Being a Rudie is a kind of escape, there's freedom for sure. But we're still stuck here just like every one else. We're still prisoners in this society.
I like being alone sometimes. It's peaceful.
And then there's the birds.
It's only ever crows these days. There used to be other birds, sparrows and pigeons, but even those have disappeared from the city in the last few years. I've heard of other birds too. Things called parrots that are rainbows of colours and can speak, Eagles, Penguins that swim, Kookaburras that laugh and swallows that dart around faster than the eye can follow. but I've never seem them. I'd like to see them. I really like the local birds.
I feed them at the hill in my spare time. Sometimes Rhyth comes along, but her constant chirpy attitude can only be taken in small doses. I like the quiet. Well, the birds are kind of noisy when they squabble for bread, but it's quiet in my mind.
I'm really attached to those birds. Two years ago I found one that had gotten stuck in part of the underground chambers at Kibogaka hill. That little blighter was hard enough to catch so I could get him out, but it was worth it. When I let him fly, there was this one moment. This one, perfect moment when he stood in my hands and pushed off. One moment when it felt like I was flying, not the bird.
I swear, that's the best feeling in the world, anywhere. Better then jumping a ramp, better than love. It's freedom.
Last spring I actually raised a clutch of three baby crows. They were noisy, and ungrateful, but I loved them like my own children.
They look like every other crow now, and I can't tell them apart. But that doesn't matter, because I watched them fly.
They might come back to me next spring to lay their own eggs. I'd like that. I'm reminded of stories of old times that barely exist even in memory anymore, where prisoners were locked up in a high tower and left there. They used to raise birds according to the legends. I understand why.
Prisoners and birds.
Watch 'em fly......
Hey you.
What are you doing mooching around like that, lost as a stray dog? You looking for someone in particular, or just a place to get out of they way? It's pretty quiet here, so if you want I'll find somewhere else, I got a dozen places.
Yeah, ok. I'll stay if you wanna talk. Hang on, I know you. You're the cat that's been bugging people. News travels fast when it's on skates.
So what're you going to bug me for? If it's cash then I'm out, if it was a favour then I'm busy right now.
Well if you must know, I'm busy doing nothing. I'm very good at it, believe me. It's a skill to be able to go to one place, stay still and do absolutely nothing for hours. Just watching. You pick up the rhythm of the streets that way.
Me brother and I got that down pat. We know how the streets work, we know how people work. Garam decided, when he found out how it worked, that he didn't like how it all worked. He spent a long time trying to change the sequence, but in the end his efforts were unappreciated and changed nothing. He's been moody about it ever since.
I was worried about him for a while there, He almost looked like he was about to snap under the pressure of reality. I was really worried he was going to do something stupid.
Whether he did or not, I don't know. But he came back and my big brother and me met up and he seemed alright. Not his old self, but alright. He'd always been kind of serious, clinically determined and kind of frightening when he got mad. But now, well, he acts and laughs like someone who's had a good, long look at life and seen the joke.
It must have had some punch line.
He's different now, but I don't mind the change. It's not like it's a bad one. He laughs more, and is more relaxed.
It's just that sometimes he goes off alone again, maybe for a week or something, and comes back again. Maybe he just likes to be alone every now and then, I don't blame him.
I guess he thinks of it as being an escape. It would be nice to escape I think. Being a Rudie is a kind of escape, there's freedom for sure. But we're still stuck here just like every one else. We're still prisoners in this society.
I like being alone sometimes. It's peaceful.
And then there's the birds.
It's only ever crows these days. There used to be other birds, sparrows and pigeons, but even those have disappeared from the city in the last few years. I've heard of other birds too. Things called parrots that are rainbows of colours and can speak, Eagles, Penguins that swim, Kookaburras that laugh and swallows that dart around faster than the eye can follow. but I've never seem them. I'd like to see them. I really like the local birds.
I feed them at the hill in my spare time. Sometimes Rhyth comes along, but her constant chirpy attitude can only be taken in small doses. I like the quiet. Well, the birds are kind of noisy when they squabble for bread, but it's quiet in my mind.
I'm really attached to those birds. Two years ago I found one that had gotten stuck in part of the underground chambers at Kibogaka hill. That little blighter was hard enough to catch so I could get him out, but it was worth it. When I let him fly, there was this one moment. This one, perfect moment when he stood in my hands and pushed off. One moment when it felt like I was flying, not the bird.
I swear, that's the best feeling in the world, anywhere. Better then jumping a ramp, better than love. It's freedom.
Last spring I actually raised a clutch of three baby crows. They were noisy, and ungrateful, but I loved them like my own children.
They look like every other crow now, and I can't tell them apart. But that doesn't matter, because I watched them fly.
They might come back to me next spring to lay their own eggs. I'd like that. I'm reminded of stories of old times that barely exist even in memory anymore, where prisoners were locked up in a high tower and left there. They used to raise birds according to the legends. I understand why.
Prisoners and birds.
Watch 'em fly......