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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 31, 2011 21:07:54 GMT
A young blonde man frowned as he stared at the address in his hands. It had taken awhile to find what had happened to his younger brother, since the case had been buried and forgotten as just a simple murder. It had taken even longer for him to swallow his pride and ask his friend for a couple more bucks for a gift. It has used up the small savings he also had from working at the construction site a few weeks ago, but he wanted it to be on time for the persons birthday.
It was a nervous experience to be in the highlands at around 2 am, but he figured it was better now than to go in the day time where he might be seen...It had been so long since he'd last seen his brother, and really he was thinking it was better if the other thought he was dead. Despite this, he did feel bad about not telling the younger twin where he had gone for about twelve years...Fiddling with the rather small box, he stared at it for a moment then, thanking the fact that there was no fences for this rather nice looking house, he stepped up to the porch silently. If it rained the gift would be safe, at least.
Gently he sat it down where the door wouldn't hit it when swung open. It was bright colored, with white wrapping with a nice looking design on it with a red bow. The short card was inside of the box so it wouldn't fly away. What the box contained was a dvd, it was a movie that they enjoyed watching together as kids. Alfred had been odd in that sense, because he could enjoy watching a film over and over again. The card, a simple piece of paper, merely said "Happy Birthday, Matt."...Glancing up at the windows, the figure just tugged his hood on over his head, then turned, jogging off quickly.
It was late, and he wasn't going to take the tram with the amount of money he had, so he just started the long walk. Not that he minded, he'd made this trip many times. It also helped that he was in the midst of battling some insomnia, so he didn't need to stop to sleep, despite how long the journey was.
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Post by matthew on Apr 1, 2011 2:15:12 GMT
And you spunky readers probably know that Matthew was not up at two in the damn morning and there was no inspirational Disney reunification of West and East Germany. Instead, the guy slept through the night rather peacefully and would wake up the next morning with drool on his pillow. There was nothing rather spectacular about getting older and he made no demand for such a thing to be acknowledged. The old crone whom he referred to as ‘Mother’ was out in the kitchen making something on her own account. With a soft greeting, Matthew passed the kitchen. Ya know how you walk up to the fridge, open it up and stare at whatever before just shuttin’ it? Yeah, Matthew was about to do the same thing—except with the front door. No, it was not a one instance sort of thing; he did that pretty much every morning. Just, this time, there would be something out on the porch.
Matthew looked down to see a little box that was just crying out ‘please, get me dirty!’ or ‘open me, dammit!’ It was then he turned his head, trying to see if he could pinpoint any moving body that was possibly waiting for him to reach down for the box and only result in a nasty death or a water balloon to his face. But it all seemed clear from what he could and when he eventually picked up the box he was still alive. He turned it over, a card falling to his feet. It did not cut or burn, but Matthew felt obligated to pick it up with the box and step back into the house. As cocky as it seemed, he was already assuming the box was for him and he got somewhat excited. Or, rather, very excited—like when—well, never mind, I can’t fit a clean joke here. Well, obviously, this guy ain’t the most popular thing and nor did he get presents from his mother on the front porch.
Matthew rushed up the staircase, which he probably tripped up once along the way, not telling his guardian of what he found. He held it close to his chest as he was afraid he would possibly lose it along the way or it could somehow disappear. His imagination was not that incredible, but one could never tell. It really could all be some cruel joke. If it was, he would prefer that the old woman would not have anything to laugh at. He went up to his room, quietly closing the door and promptly locking it shortly after. He jumped onto his bed, rolling onto his stomach as he held the card up. Oh, well, his attention span failed him—it just had to be him. Though he could never recall being called Matt by anyone he knew. Not ever. It was a letdown, really. No signature—so it had to be some sort of dirty trick. Matthew balled it up, throwing it across the room to where it hit a wall.
Eventually he would bring his attention to the box and ruin the pretty bow. And the box would be opened. And then the movie would be watched—and have him very perplexed. Birthdays were supposed to be happy things. Matthew was not sure what to think the Disney copyrighted movie, only that he probably liked it when it was a kid. Though he probably tried to smack someone in the arm because he nearly cried once—
But, my point here is that there is going to be some damn grand adventure after Matthew grows a pair.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 1, 2011 18:56:16 GMT
( FFFT I love derp Mattie XDDD Lawled repeatedly on this one. <3 )
Ah, but unfortunately for Matthew, he was going to have to grow a pair far sooner than he probably would have preferred. The old women whom he resided with had this event which she deemed as "Bonding" time between them. Really, it was just them watching something around five o'clock on the news, but she was old so playing sports like a normal guardian was probably too much for her brittle bones. The event was around a week and a half later, and as it was there was an "interesting" live report going on. It was focusing on the lowlands, on a site where they were restoring an old building.
Now, any normal teenager most likely would have found this as amusing as sitting next to a screaming baby on an airplane for sixteen hours, (Experience man. OTL )but the cameraman chose that moment to span around the historical building at the construction workers, the reporter woman telling the audience the history of it. This was also a rather normal occurance, most reporters attempted to make things more exciting than they truely were. What WAS interesting however, was that there, a bit in the background, talking to a man who looked like the person managing the site, was a young man who...Well, he looked uncannily like Matthew.
He was smiling, pointing out things on the map, and then at the building and saying something, but the camera only stayed on them for around twenty seconds before returning to the woman reporter. Text flashed on the bottom of the screen, subtitles, for the woman was very hard of hearing but liked to keep the volume on everything down, and she cackled.
"I remember when they restored it the last time! They messed up a beam and it practically split in half and killed four people. Let's hope these morons can do it right the first time!" And with that she stood and tottered away to get another cup of tea, patting Matthew on the head as she passed as if he were a pet.
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Post by matthew on Apr 3, 2011 18:46:51 GMT
In all honesty, Matthew was not entirely bothered by the particular bonding time he spent with the old woman. She was old and she had taken the time to raise Matthew during the most hellish times of puberty. The only thing he could do was repay her by sitting with her. It was not as though she had some sort of evil plot to somehow get to his inheritance and kill him. No, that would be way too farfetched and not even possible by an old and fragile woman like his mother. So you basically get it—Matthew is a good kid who does not mind sitting through boring television news with a boring lady who could barely move.
His indigo eyes started at the television’s screen, blankly, ears doing most of the work for him. But even then he was not paying much attention—there was something about a building or something. Matthew was not even sure why they were trying to restore it if it had problems before. Some people just liked wasting money on pointless things. Hey, here is a crazy idea—how about using that money to help people? Or at least save some damn cats, for damn’s sake! Matthew shook his head to himself, eyes half lidded as he was thinking up schemes of what he would do with his own money if he had any left over—
Wait, what?
Matthew suddenly sat up; eyes squinted at the screen as he concentrated on the dopey looking individual with blond hair. It was quite amazing—he was not sure if he could exactly say there was a resemblance, but there was something there! Matthew’s ass was now only hovering over the couch cushion when his mother decided to leave, his own mind preoccupied with something other than four random people dying. Maybe everything in his life was a conspiracy, but he knew what he saw! Matthew stood up, a hand going through his hair.
He needed to find that guy who was on the TV.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 4, 2011 19:02:41 GMT
As luck would have it, what they were watching was in fact a live feed. It wasn't in the highlands, but it was near the train station for the lowlands. Of course, by the time that Matt got there, it was entirely possible that they might be ending the construction work for the day, with everyone going home. Of course, such details were likely to be unnoticed by the brave lad with the derpy hair curl!
As it was, that was exactly what was happening at the moment. The men made sure everything was secure and wouldn't break overnight, and then they all went home to their families like burly construction workers do. One young man was less burly and fat and old compared to the rest of them though, and seeing as he had no home to go to, he headed off to do his nightly rounds of keeping the citizens safe. It wasn't easy, but he had insomnia anyway, so it's not like he had any issues with it.
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