Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:34 am Post subject: Coon Path Park
Franky was taking a quiet walk through the park; he did this often these days. Everyone from the old gang was dead, but anyone native to FortMorgan remember The Broken Bottle well, and all the members, seeing as only two remained. Rena and Franky of course, the first member and the last. But everybody knew Rena as BB and Franky as Killian. He just had a hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other, walking and observing the passer by. He felt sad and lonely these days, something about being back home. His best friend is dead, the girl he loved did not love him nor did she need his protection or company at this juncture. Rena started a family and even Dale left Franky for Mikey. And it wouldn’t be much longer until Lorain goes probably. She was sick, forgetful, and clumsy, she was in no shape to ever be by herself.
It scared Franky to think he might fail at the only thing he had left to do, and that was take care of Lorain. Nobody even calls her anymore, not her siblings that she fed and raised, not her Mother who was still alive. Lorain was seemingly dead to everyone that at one point depended on her, but not to Franky. He still loved and respected is surrogate mother.
Hazel, or rather Haze, Benedikt scuffed his feet at the ground as he sat on a park bench with his hands tucked into his pant pockets and his large Avenged Sevenfold shirt, a hand-me-down courtesy of the Salvation Army, flounced around his wiry frame. He had a candy stick in the crook of his mouth, which was turned into a rather bored looking frown, and his eyebrows twitched even at his boredom as he looked over the main path cutting through the park.
Haze was spending his day off from both his summer job and his UNDERGROUND job. You see, Haze was a member of one of the more up and coming gangs in Fort Morgan, the Corsante Pack. He was one of the frontrunners, being the lefthand man, and dealt with more of the drug department than anyone else, however, as it seemed, even he had his slow days.
He let out a sigh and pulled out his wallet from his pocket and opened it up, sighing even heavier at the sight of its emptiness. He'd been broke for a few days now, thanks to the low-sales he and the gang had been running into, and he was craving a burger like a beast.
He flicked at his lip ring solemnly and put his wallet back, looking up to only do a double take at a man walking by his lonesome in the park.
Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:54 am Post subject:
Franky was somewhat lost in his own head as he smiled fondly to himself, remembering the good old days. Or at least as good as days got for BB. The days when Rodney wasn’t totally drunk, Colette wasn’t a total bitch, Sydney wasn’t working and Dale was still innocent, Rena was smiling and TJ wasn’t getting into trouble. They could just relax at home, watch tv and eat leftovers and talk about their ambitions and dreams. Sydney wanted to run a family business of sorts, he didn’t care what as long as they did it together.
‘Something like…SEARS or Wal-Mart, a place where we can sell anything!’ Sydney would cheer.
Dale wanted to travel the world without a care in the world or a worry on his back. Colette wanted to be an actress, Rodney wanted to be an architect, TJ wanted to be a professional athlete. He was always firing guns, stealing and picking a fight, but he could swing a bat like nobody’s business and loved Baseball more than life itself. And Rena…Rena wanted to be a singer, she had only ever told Franky that. Not even Sydney. They all knew she could sing like an Angel but nobody knew that’s what she wanted.
Normally Haze was above pick-pocketing, but, damn it, today he wanted that burger and he wanted it bad. After all, you wanted anything BAD when your mother was the worlds most terrible chef.
He got up from the bench and nonchalantly made his way over to the man, hands tucked back into his pocket, one hand resting against his wallet and pocket knife, and his other resting on a pack of unsold pills he'd taken out and about today in hopes of selling something. He hunched his shoulders over to give a demeanor of 'shyness' and hung his head to hide his face as he made his way over to the man. He let out a gruff cough and glanced over as he was side to side with the man and he quickly reached over and went to grab at his back pocket where he assumed the wallet was.
Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:07 am Post subject:
Franky had almost instantly but unnoticeably came back to reality when he saw the boy get up out of the corner of his eye. Franky knew this town, he knew the kids, and he knew what living in this town did to the kids. As soon as that boy coughed, Franky felt a light presence over his pocket and that was all it took. Franky quickly grabbed his wrist and turned them both around, forcing the boy’s arm behind his back as Franky started to push the young man into a tree.
“Weren’t fast enough tough guy,” Franky said coolly in a leveled voice. He wasn’t surprised, nor was he really mad. He was however tired, nothing in this town ever seemed to change, especially the kids. “I bet you got a knife on ya’ too, huh sport?” He asked, his own free hand on the kid’s free one, just in case.
"Ow ow ow! Cool it, guy! I'm sorry!" Haze shouted, turning his head to press his cheek against the tree rather than the rest of his face. "I got a knife, but I swear I wasn't gonna use it!" He said, and truthfully at that. Haze might have been a gang member, but he tried at all costs to keep his tiffs clean of weapons. He used his knife for more or less show and to spark some fear into someone. The amount of times he'd ever used his knife in total he could count on one hand. "C'mon, man, I'm sorry! I just needed a few bucks, honest!"
Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:14 am Post subject:
“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you. And I believe you when you say you weren’t going to use the knife.” Franky said quietly with a sigh as he released the boy’s hands and moved away from the tree.
Franky observed the young man; he was sporting a crazy hair do and some grand spanking ear piercings. But he was just a kid, just like he and Sydney once were, and just like Dale is. He felt some sympathy for the kid; he remembered pick pocketing for spare cash, the first time he did it was to buy something nice for Lorain’s birthday.
“What do you need the cash for?” Franky asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm friggin starving, Mom's not so good in the kitchen and I skip a lot of meals. I just need something to tide me over for the night." Haze said as he reached up to rub at his face, turning around to face Franky.
Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:18 am Post subject:
Franky stared at the kid long and hard for a moment, deciding what he was going to do next if he did anything. He thought about it a moment and wondered what Sydney might do. Sydney was a generous person, as Franky should be too.
Haze blinked, more surprised than anything. If anyone else had caught him trying to rip them off he'd have been dead by now, shot at least five times if not bludged to death by some blunt object. It wasn't often someone was willing to be generous.
"What? Really?" He asked with a slow smile creeping up on his lips as if FOOD was a magical word.
"I'm not too picky, but I've got a ragin' crave for a burger. Maybe some fries." Haze nodded furiously, salivating at the mere thought of EDIBLE food. God bless his mother's heart, but the woman was not meant to be in the kitchen.
"That sounds great! Thanks...ah...what'syername?" Haze asked, a sheepish smile at his lips and his brows furrowed while a hand reached up to teh back of his head to scratch at his hair.
Joined: 27 Jun 2010 Posts: 594 Location: Out of my Mind
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:31 am Post subject:
“Franky, but if you’ve ever heard of Killian, that’s me too.” Franky shrugged. Since he moved back he couldn’t count how many times he’s heard that yelled at him instead of his actual name.
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