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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:43 pm
"Okay," Olan mouthed, doing as Dustynn had ordered. He felt a little excited. It would be the first time riding on a motorbike, and he had always wanted to know what it was like.
The rumble of the bike hurt Olan's ears for a moment, but he figured it was just because he wasn't used to it. There have been such cases, except in different situations. All the same, unfamiliar, louder-than-usual noises can hurt someone's ears.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:37 pm
The bike lurched forward, riding completely on its back tire as it "twerked". This was the first time that Dustynn felt the wind ripping through his hair while he was accelerating, and he made a mental note to never wear his helmet again unless he was riding in the city.
Dustynn stayed close to the ghetto areas and the abandoned buildings. It wouldn't be worth getting caught by the police and getting a ticket for unsafe driving or something. It also wouldn't be worth getting Olan in trouble, since the police probably didn't like him much either.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:10 pm
As Dustynn rode the bike, Olan caught a glimpse of the ruins of what used to be his home. There was a shine from some object in the ruins, but it could be his imagination. There wasn't a thing in the house that wasn't flammable, so why would there be something shining in the ruins?
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 11:07 pm
A glistening object caught Dustynn's eye as he drove past what appeared to be a burnt down building; a house probably? Curiosity got the better of him, plus he wasn't in a huge hurry to where they were going, so Dustynn banked the bike into a sharp turn. He pulled to a stop in front of what probably was, or used to be, a front door.
"Do you have any idea what that is?" The gang leader asked, leaning on the handle bars of the bike as he cut the engine.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:37 am
Olan shook his head, though there was a bothersome feeling at the back of his head. Getting off the bike, he began walking toward the object and dug around it. There was a familiar heart shape in the ground and then a chain appeared. It wasn't long before he realized what the thing was. It was his sister's silver locket, and inside it was the amazingly unburnt picture of the whole family.
Excitement filled Olan's heart as he picked up the locket and held it in his hands. He hadn't expected that such a thing would survive the fire unscathed or escape the searching eyes of treasure hunters. It looks like the reign of misery in his life was mostly over.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:07 pm
Dustynn gave a low whistle, purposely destroying the happy, silent moment that had been happening a few seconds ago. "Okay boy, let's go. Don't got all day." He muttered, starting up the bike again.
The object was a heart shape, that much Dustynn knew. But what it actually was, he was unsure. He was definitely going to ask Olan later.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:18 pm
At hearing Dustynn's whistle, Olan immediately put the locket on his neck and hurried over to the bike. He wasn't at all bothered that Dustynn kind of ruined the moment. It's not like he wanted to stay in the ruins of the burnt house either.
Olan still couldn't keep the excitement in him. He was just so happy to have found something considered precious to him. At least he hadn't lost everything in the fire.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:51 pm
After Olan had gotten on, Dustynn banked the bike back in the direction that they had been heading towards earlier. He had been there many times, so he knew the way by heart. Pass three alleyways, go onto Lincoln St., then go...
Finally, they arrived. An ancient looking Japanese temple lay hidden behind some Sakura trees near the ruins of what must have been warehouses. A few graves were present, and there was a parking lot that led out towards Main St. Dustynn eased the bike to a stop inside of the parking lot.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 2:27 pm
When Dustynn arrived at his destination, Olan couldn't help but stare at the beautiful Sakura trees. The way their branches rocked back and forth in the wind and the way the blossoms seemed to glow made him think of Somuka. Was she still watching him from where she is?
Gently touching the locket that hung around his neck, Olan thought he heard a slight, inaudible whisper. It was a soothing whisper, one that he used to hear before the disaster. The only person he knew who would make such a sound was Somuka.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 12:52 am
"Let's go. There isn't much time before they kick me out again." Dustynn muttered, kicking the stand down and easing off of the bike. He grabbed the small parcel and began to walk up the steps, pausing at the bottom to look back at the younger boy.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:54 pm
Olan got off the bike and walked over to Dustynn. He wondered what the gang leader was here for, but he did have an idea. The graves and Sakura trees seemed to release hints that Dustynn was here to visit someone who passed away.
The falling of a few Sakura petals seemed to give an imitation of gentle snow. When was the last time the beauty of the world appealed to Olan? Before 9/11? Or before the entire city, and possibly the entire country or world, began to hate him?
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:16 pm
Two grave stones lay in the distance, one had the words "Demitri Somuka Loch" and the other "Emiko Sora Oshiro-Loch". Dustynn placed the parcel on Demitri's gravestone before he turned towards his mother's.
"Forgive me, Okaa-san. I didn't bring anything for you." He almost hissed, although it was more of a soft murmur. He only barely felt the presence of the other near him, and a quiet tear fell to the concrete floor beneath him. Memories began to flood the young gang leader's mind.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:30 pm
Olan stood next to Dustynn, who was standing over the graves of perhaps his sister and mother. Watching as the young man cried a single tear, he only stood in a moment of silence. It was best to not disturb the peace, or it would be very rude of him if he did.
His own tears rolled down his face and Olan had to wipe them away. He decided maybe he should walk away and give the gang leader some time alone. It may be a little dangerous to walk off on his own, but what could the Demon do in a peaceful place like this? By the very silence of this place, if the Demon showed up Dustynn would surely know what was going on. There shouldn't be anything to worry about.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:36 am
After another tear had followed the first, a pale hand swiped away at the small droplet of moisture. The young man turned on his heels and began walking away, leaving the graves behind him.
"Let's go, Olan. We're done here." He muttered as he walked down the concrete steps toward the parking lot. A monk was already waiting by his bike for him, a wooden bat-like stick in his hand.
"I thought I told you to stay away from here." The monk hissed, but Dustynn only smirked. "What are you laughing at? Don't come here again, is that clear?"
"Crystal." Dustynn murmured, grabbing the bat out of the monk's stiff hands.
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