Guilty Revelations
Episode 3
Inside an office, someone is about to hand in his application form to apply for a builder's job.
"Ok Potemkin, so, you want this job because you got fired from your last one for breaking the steering wheel in the lorry?"
"..... yes," a dopey Potemkin replied. Potemkin was leaning back on the office chair, chewing gum and looking quite tired, as if he hasn't had any sleep for days.
"Hmm, lets see, on your application form, there is an area where you had to tick boxes to each corresponding question ... "
"Is there ... ?" Potemkin looked blank.
"Yes, you see here, on section 7A."
Potemkin sits up on his chair and peers over to his employer, where he was pointing at the section Potemkin was meant to fill out.
"One box must be ticked out of the 4, once you've read the question, of course," the employer replied.
"... erm ... Yes?" Potemkin looked completely blank.
"Anyway, since we're both here, lets go through it one on one, and I'll fill it out for you, how does that sound?"
"Sounds, normal to me," Potemkin replied. He then leaned back on his chair. The room was silent and the only sound that was being constantly made was Potemkin's mouth, from chewing his gum.
"Ok, here's the first question ... " began Potemkin's employer.
"Uh .... huh (?)"
"How do you think you'll perform in this job?"
"... don't know ... "
"No no no, you can't say don't know, you've got to choose from one of the four boxes on the sheet ... "
Potemkin looked at the employer and continued to chew his gum.
"Would you like the list of choices you can reply with?" Potemkin's employer said with a smile.
"... Sure ... " was the reply.
"Okey ... your choices are, "Very Well" "Average" "Not so well" or "Don't know"."
Potemkin continued to chew his gum.
His employer continued to look at him, his smile slightly fading.
"Don't know ... " came the reply.
"Okay, so you picked don't know ... onto the next question now, yeh?"
Potemkin nodded, his employer flicked over a page.
"If you were asked to work extra hours, how would you feel? "Happy" "Annoyed" "Doesn't matter" or "Don't know" are you choices.
Potemkin rolled his eyes slowly, then looked at his employer, while continuing to chew his gum. The chewing noise can still be heard.
3 minutes later, Potemkin said something.
"Don't know," came the reply from Potemkin. His employer looked a bit blank, then decided to question Potemkin.
"Do you really don't know, or have you forgotten the choices?"
"Don't know"
"The choices are "Happy" "Annoyed" "Doesn't matter" or "Don't know""
"Don't know"
"Don't know, as in you really don't know, or you don't know which one to pick, or you don't know?" A slight look of frustration appeared in the employer's face.
"Don't ... know" Potemkin continued to chew his gum.
"Ok ... ," said Potemkin's employer. He scribbled something down on the book and turned the page. His smile seemed to have faded now. Potemkin blinked.
"In the event of a fire, what are you most likely to do? "Help others", "Panic", "Gather outside" or ....... "Don't Know"?"
Potemkin continued to look at him blankly, whilst chewing his gum. All that can be heard now is the sound of the gum chewing, and the odd van driving past the building now and again.
"Do you want the choices again?" asked the employer. Potemkin nodded.
"Help Others, Panic, Gather Outside or Don't know," the employer repeated.
"Don't know," came the reply.
"Ok, lets call it a day, yeh? I'll let you know tommorow whether you can have the job or not!"
The employer stood up, Potemkin done so as well. His employer held out his hand, in the motion as if it's an invitation to shake it. Potemkin put his hand over his mouth, took his chewing gum out and placed hit in his employer's hand.
"Thank you!" Potemkin said cheerfully. With that, he walked out the office.
"Thank .... you too ... " his employer replied.
*****
Ky was in a room at the hospital. It was near lunchtime enough already. Sol had gotten an earlier date to leave compared to Ky because his injuries weren't as serious. The doctor finished examining him, and this was Ky's final checkup before he could leave the hospital fully.
Ky walked out the door, and he turned around to face the doctor and was going to say something, but was interrupted.
"FUCK OFF TRASH!!!" Shouted the doctor.
"... k, thanks," Ky replied. He turned back around and started to head for the hospital phones where guests, customers and patients alike were allowed to call from, for a small fee. He didn't really care what the doctor said to him right now, he was actually in one skipping along happily and was humming quietly with himself.
Ky inserted €0.50 into the phone.
Meanwhile, on the otherside of the hospital, a nurse walked out of a room, embracing a handbag on her chest with both hands, and was talking to a couple of friends.
"Hey Millia!" one asked. "Hows patient 666?"
"Patient 666?" Millia queried.
"Yeh, you know, Ky!!!" she sniggered.
"Oh him, we're just ... " Millia braced her handbag with 2 hands a bit harder and looked down slighty. "Friends ... " Millia's last word was quieter than usual.
"Oh really?" The other nurse broke in. "Friend or not, we'll see you tommorow!" Millia smiled and waved goodbye, then walked towards the front door.
Before Millia got to the door, her mobile phone rang.
"Hello?" Millia started.
"YES, I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!" Said the other end, who sounded really happy.
"Um, who is this?" Millia asked.
"I'm the one that you gave 0X9X5X7X1X to!" the other end replied.
Millia chuckled. "0190597919, you even got the number!? .... KY?!"
Ky laughed. "Yeh, it took me about 98593905 tries, but I finally got it!!!"
Millia laughed a bit. "Haha, so, um, where are you now?"
"At the hospital front door! I'll meet you here!"
"Sure!!" Millia hung up and put her phone back in her handbag. She proceeded to walk towards the reception area.
Ky hung up and walked around with his hands in his pockets, with a huge grin on his face.
A few minutes later, Millia found Ky near the front door. She sped up a bit and hurried over to Ky.
"Hi Ky!"
"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, as usual, how about you? Are your wounds ok?"
"I'm 100% recovered, especially after seeing you!"
"Yeh, that's great!"
"Um ... "
"Yes?"
"Do ... do you .... " Ky trailed off. Time froze suddenly for him. ("Shit, up at this moment, it feels like that I am David Beckham, ready to shoot the final penalty chance in the World Cup FINALs, with one more goal to win ... I MUST do it!)
"(.....)" - Millia looked at him adoringly.
"Do ... you want to go out tonight?" Ky asked, stuttering a bit.
"Go out? Lets make it a date then!"
"Are you up for it?"
"Of course, anything! Sounds fun!"
"Then, how about we meet at Natas Sqaure then?"
"Time?"
"Ummm .... 8pm? Is that alright with you?"
"Sure thing!"
"I've got to go see my mother now, she's at home, I don't want to be late, but I promise I'll see you down at Natas tonight! How does 7pm sound?"
"Ok, that's fine! See ya!" Millia waved at Ky, and Ky waved back, then she went out the front door.
" ... Oh yes, a date!! A date!!! Finally, things in life are getting better, or so it seems ... !" Ky paced around happily, wondering what to do. "Since it's a date, I better shape myself up then!"
Up until this moment, all Ky had on was a sleeveless vest, with black trousers with 2 holes on it. His hair was a mess, and he looked more like a nerd, but even so, he had got a date with Millia. Even if he didn't look like a nerd, his current appearance would've brought all sorts of thoughts into a normal man's eye. Tramp, poor, useless, comes to mind.
****
It was 4 o'clock already. Ky was back at home, where he lives, temporarily with his "uncle", whom was his dead parent's friend's sister's son's brother's dad's son. His uncle only took him in out of pity for Ky, who, was a failure. But nonetheless, Ky was making a nice roast dinner for his uncle. The house, or home, was a typical place. The building was 30 floors high, and Ky's uncle lived on the 22nd floor. The home was a typical lower class house, with only 2 bedrooms, a toilet, kitchen, lounge and the generic basic spare room, used to store items, probably.
The old man was sitting at the dinner table, and Ky was bringing all sorts of foods to him, where he was happily munching away. Ky brought over some more sauce, foods and cans of drink. He then went back into the kitchen and inserted some laxatives, mixed with gravy, and poured it over the roast chicken. He walked out of the kitchen.
"Why the hell are you being so kind to me?" The old man said. "Are you possessed? All this time you stayed with me you've NEVER done anything nice!"
"Well ... " Ky started. He was shifting around, bring bottles of sauce and all sorts of foods on the table. "You've looked after me all these years, and I feel that it's about time I do something back."
"If it wasn't for your goddamn dead parents, I would've kicked you out ages ago!" The old man ate a drumstick.
"Yeh ... thanks, I guess ... !"
"You've never brought any good things happening in this house!"
"What do you mean?"
"The sewer pipes explode once a year, the house catches fire twice a year, police break in here by accident 3 times a year and on a full moon night a flock of pigeons manage to fly through most of the windows in the house, what more can you bring?!!" The old man was beginning to raise his voice. Ky put a bottle of mustard next to the chicken. The old man smiled.
"I'll tell you what. You should go visit your parent's graves once in a while."
"That's a good idea, we haven't been for a very long time now have we? We should make a trip there once in a while."
"Not me, just you, you heard?!"
"Oh, I see."
"Yeh, you can go and give them your respects, and pass my respects onto them as well." The old man suddenly got up.
"Ugh, I ... need the loo." Ky went over and helped his uncle up. His uncle went over to the toilet and shut the door. Ky sniggered.
"Sorry old man ... I need to dig through your clothes for at least a semi decent outfit to go out tonight! I wouldn't have fed you those laxatives otherwise!" Ky walked into his uncle's room and quietly shut the door. He began opening a few draws and cupboards.
A few minutes later, he found a plain white shirt with a black blazer and trousers to go with it.
"It ain't perfect, but it'll do!"
Episode 3
Inside an office, someone is about to hand in his application form to apply for a builder's job.
"Ok Potemkin, so, you want this job because you got fired from your last one for breaking the steering wheel in the lorry?"
"..... yes," a dopey Potemkin replied. Potemkin was leaning back on the office chair, chewing gum and looking quite tired, as if he hasn't had any sleep for days.
"Hmm, lets see, on your application form, there is an area where you had to tick boxes to each corresponding question ... "
"Is there ... ?" Potemkin looked blank.
"Yes, you see here, on section 7A."
Potemkin sits up on his chair and peers over to his employer, where he was pointing at the section Potemkin was meant to fill out.
"One box must be ticked out of the 4, once you've read the question, of course," the employer replied.
"... erm ... Yes?" Potemkin looked completely blank.
"Anyway, since we're both here, lets go through it one on one, and I'll fill it out for you, how does that sound?"
"Sounds, normal to me," Potemkin replied. He then leaned back on his chair. The room was silent and the only sound that was being constantly made was Potemkin's mouth, from chewing his gum.
"Ok, here's the first question ... " began Potemkin's employer.
"Uh .... huh (?)"
"How do you think you'll perform in this job?"
"... don't know ... "
"No no no, you can't say don't know, you've got to choose from one of the four boxes on the sheet ... "
Potemkin looked at the employer and continued to chew his gum.
"Would you like the list of choices you can reply with?" Potemkin's employer said with a smile.
"... Sure ... " was the reply.
"Okey ... your choices are, "Very Well" "Average" "Not so well" or "Don't know"."
Potemkin continued to chew his gum.
His employer continued to look at him, his smile slightly fading.
"Don't know ... " came the reply.
"Okay, so you picked don't know ... onto the next question now, yeh?"
Potemkin nodded, his employer flicked over a page.
"If you were asked to work extra hours, how would you feel? "Happy" "Annoyed" "Doesn't matter" or "Don't know" are you choices.
Potemkin rolled his eyes slowly, then looked at his employer, while continuing to chew his gum. The chewing noise can still be heard.
3 minutes later, Potemkin said something.
"Don't know," came the reply from Potemkin. His employer looked a bit blank, then decided to question Potemkin.
"Do you really don't know, or have you forgotten the choices?"
"Don't know"
"The choices are "Happy" "Annoyed" "Doesn't matter" or "Don't know""
"Don't know"
"Don't know, as in you really don't know, or you don't know which one to pick, or you don't know?" A slight look of frustration appeared in the employer's face.
"Don't ... know" Potemkin continued to chew his gum.
"Ok ... ," said Potemkin's employer. He scribbled something down on the book and turned the page. His smile seemed to have faded now. Potemkin blinked.
"In the event of a fire, what are you most likely to do? "Help others", "Panic", "Gather outside" or ....... "Don't Know"?"
Potemkin continued to look at him blankly, whilst chewing his gum. All that can be heard now is the sound of the gum chewing, and the odd van driving past the building now and again.
"Do you want the choices again?" asked the employer. Potemkin nodded.
"Help Others, Panic, Gather Outside or Don't know," the employer repeated.
"Don't know," came the reply.
"Ok, lets call it a day, yeh? I'll let you know tommorow whether you can have the job or not!"
The employer stood up, Potemkin done so as well. His employer held out his hand, in the motion as if it's an invitation to shake it. Potemkin put his hand over his mouth, took his chewing gum out and placed hit in his employer's hand.
"Thank you!" Potemkin said cheerfully. With that, he walked out the office.
"Thank .... you too ... " his employer replied.
*****
Ky was in a room at the hospital. It was near lunchtime enough already. Sol had gotten an earlier date to leave compared to Ky because his injuries weren't as serious. The doctor finished examining him, and this was Ky's final checkup before he could leave the hospital fully.
Ky walked out the door, and he turned around to face the doctor and was going to say something, but was interrupted.
"FUCK OFF TRASH!!!" Shouted the doctor.
"... k, thanks," Ky replied. He turned back around and started to head for the hospital phones where guests, customers and patients alike were allowed to call from, for a small fee. He didn't really care what the doctor said to him right now, he was actually in one skipping along happily and was humming quietly with himself.
Ky inserted €0.50 into the phone.
Meanwhile, on the otherside of the hospital, a nurse walked out of a room, embracing a handbag on her chest with both hands, and was talking to a couple of friends.
"Hey Millia!" one asked. "Hows patient 666?"
"Patient 666?" Millia queried.
"Yeh, you know, Ky!!!" she sniggered.
"Oh him, we're just ... " Millia braced her handbag with 2 hands a bit harder and looked down slighty. "Friends ... " Millia's last word was quieter than usual.
"Oh really?" The other nurse broke in. "Friend or not, we'll see you tommorow!" Millia smiled and waved goodbye, then walked towards the front door.
Before Millia got to the door, her mobile phone rang.
"Hello?" Millia started.
"YES, I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!" Said the other end, who sounded really happy.
"Um, who is this?" Millia asked.
"I'm the one that you gave 0X9X5X7X1X to!" the other end replied.
Millia chuckled. "0190597919, you even got the number!? .... KY?!"
Ky laughed. "Yeh, it took me about 98593905 tries, but I finally got it!!!"
Millia laughed a bit. "Haha, so, um, where are you now?"
"At the hospital front door! I'll meet you here!"
"Sure!!" Millia hung up and put her phone back in her handbag. She proceeded to walk towards the reception area.
Ky hung up and walked around with his hands in his pockets, with a huge grin on his face.
A few minutes later, Millia found Ky near the front door. She sped up a bit and hurried over to Ky.
"Hi Ky!"
"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, as usual, how about you? Are your wounds ok?"
"I'm 100% recovered, especially after seeing you!"
"Yeh, that's great!"
"Um ... "
"Yes?"
"Do ... do you .... " Ky trailed off. Time froze suddenly for him. ("Shit, up at this moment, it feels like that I am David Beckham, ready to shoot the final penalty chance in the World Cup FINALs, with one more goal to win ... I MUST do it!)
"(.....)" - Millia looked at him adoringly.
"Do ... you want to go out tonight?" Ky asked, stuttering a bit.
"Go out? Lets make it a date then!"
"Are you up for it?"
"Of course, anything! Sounds fun!"
"Then, how about we meet at Natas Sqaure then?"
"Time?"
"Ummm .... 8pm? Is that alright with you?"
"Sure thing!"
"I've got to go see my mother now, she's at home, I don't want to be late, but I promise I'll see you down at Natas tonight! How does 7pm sound?"
"Ok, that's fine! See ya!" Millia waved at Ky, and Ky waved back, then she went out the front door.
" ... Oh yes, a date!! A date!!! Finally, things in life are getting better, or so it seems ... !" Ky paced around happily, wondering what to do. "Since it's a date, I better shape myself up then!"
Up until this moment, all Ky had on was a sleeveless vest, with black trousers with 2 holes on it. His hair was a mess, and he looked more like a nerd, but even so, he had got a date with Millia. Even if he didn't look like a nerd, his current appearance would've brought all sorts of thoughts into a normal man's eye. Tramp, poor, useless, comes to mind.
****
It was 4 o'clock already. Ky was back at home, where he lives, temporarily with his "uncle", whom was his dead parent's friend's sister's son's brother's dad's son. His uncle only took him in out of pity for Ky, who, was a failure. But nonetheless, Ky was making a nice roast dinner for his uncle. The house, or home, was a typical place. The building was 30 floors high, and Ky's uncle lived on the 22nd floor. The home was a typical lower class house, with only 2 bedrooms, a toilet, kitchen, lounge and the generic basic spare room, used to store items, probably.
The old man was sitting at the dinner table, and Ky was bringing all sorts of foods to him, where he was happily munching away. Ky brought over some more sauce, foods and cans of drink. He then went back into the kitchen and inserted some laxatives, mixed with gravy, and poured it over the roast chicken. He walked out of the kitchen.
"Why the hell are you being so kind to me?" The old man said. "Are you possessed? All this time you stayed with me you've NEVER done anything nice!"
"Well ... " Ky started. He was shifting around, bring bottles of sauce and all sorts of foods on the table. "You've looked after me all these years, and I feel that it's about time I do something back."
"If it wasn't for your goddamn dead parents, I would've kicked you out ages ago!" The old man ate a drumstick.
"Yeh ... thanks, I guess ... !"
"You've never brought any good things happening in this house!"
"What do you mean?"
"The sewer pipes explode once a year, the house catches fire twice a year, police break in here by accident 3 times a year and on a full moon night a flock of pigeons manage to fly through most of the windows in the house, what more can you bring?!!" The old man was beginning to raise his voice. Ky put a bottle of mustard next to the chicken. The old man smiled.
"I'll tell you what. You should go visit your parent's graves once in a while."
"That's a good idea, we haven't been for a very long time now have we? We should make a trip there once in a while."
"Not me, just you, you heard?!"
"Oh, I see."
"Yeh, you can go and give them your respects, and pass my respects onto them as well." The old man suddenly got up.
"Ugh, I ... need the loo." Ky went over and helped his uncle up. His uncle went over to the toilet and shut the door. Ky sniggered.
"Sorry old man ... I need to dig through your clothes for at least a semi decent outfit to go out tonight! I wouldn't have fed you those laxatives otherwise!" Ky walked into his uncle's room and quietly shut the door. He began opening a few draws and cupboards.
A few minutes later, he found a plain white shirt with a black blazer and trousers to go with it.
"It ain't perfect, but it'll do!"