Just another animal... (open)

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 591 TAGGED:Open NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin It had been a year since the so-called rescue…ten years since the crash and the lost of his world, as he knew it. It was then all those years ago that Alexander Shioda died. The teenager that was here in the concrete forest that was Sternbild city was a lost person if he could be called a person. He felt more connected to animals than he did with the humans who were moving all around him. Nothing in this world…city did he feel connected to… Not even the home of his parents. The first night out of the hospital, he had spent flipping through the family photo books, the memories were there but they did nothing for him. Only stir up the feeling to find the truth, to get revenge. The last year, having a person named Ashley follow him around to make sure he was settling into this life without any troubles. Teaching him all the things that this modern world had to offer from the tech to just living like a civilized person. Alex hated it all but some of it helped him and allowed him to plot what he was going to do. Anytime he got away from Ashley, he spent building his hideout and taking out criminals to find more leads. All the numbness of his left went away when he was hunting… Little did he expect that he would soon become one of the center stories of this hero tv… They just called him the vigilante and they knew nothing about him. And it would stay that. Alex glanced up at the sky when he felt the breeze and from that he could tell it would be soon snowing again. That it was going to be a bad winter storm happening in about two hours. Needing an escape from the city, Alex made his way to the Park. Not even bothering with winter clothing aside from a hoodie, cargo pants and his boots. It was the animal hides he wore in the forest but it was warm enough against this cold. Once he reached the park, he climbed up a tree with no effort, sitting on the highest branch that was the strongest. He leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes. Allowing himself to get lost in the breeze and the cold. There were a few chirps from birds that didn’t leave for warm weather. He swore once he took care of what he started, he would go back where he belonged… Everything in this city was fake or close to it. He hated the food here…all the preservatives in it. This world moved way to fast and everything was for the wrong reasons… It didn’t make sense to him. Alex got lost in his thoughts, in the nature around him… it wasn’t until he felt the pain of hunger that he stirred. Not sure when he last ate but it was a few days ago. He made his way down from the tree in a matter of seconds then he glanced around, not really seeing anyone around, only a group of birds that looked like pigeons or something like them. He kneeled down in the snow, grabbing a handful and letting it melt enough to harden the ball. With a quick throw, he knocked out one of the birds and scared the rest of away. He quickly moved over to the fallen bird and broke it’s neck. He reached down into his boot and pulled out a knife, using it to clean the bird… The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Josephine Collins]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] at night i pray that soon your face will fade away The park was the last place she thought she'd be sent on a patrol to. Patrolling alone wasn't much of a problem. Wearing her uniform wasn't necessary, so she put on the first civilian-like clothing she found in her locker at work, put her badge in her pocket and her gun (what an useless accessory, really) at her hip, mostly to intimidate those who approached her, then made her way out on the streets. It didn't seem like it was going to be an eventful patrol, but it was cold, and although she was physically fit (the police academy could be a tough place sometimes, with their training), Josephine found herself slightly surprised at the goosebumps on her white skin. Certainly, her boss would find yet another sexist remark to address her if he'd see that. What started as a thing she did out of ambition, her job ended up to be her only way of life, almost as if she never knew any other kind of way to live. Maybe it was the fact that she felt somewhat alone, though that never seemed to be a problem before, not even as a child, having been left alone most of the time. It was, perhaps, the consequences she had to endure for being the daughter of two brilliant police officers who were more in love with their job than each other? More than likely. The sight of the gun at her hip scared off two homeless people that had made their so-called camp on a bench in the park, but she had no time to waste on such trivial things. What caught her attention was the young man that had just knocked out a bird. Well, that was an unusual thing to see from a youngster in the city: most kids knew that when Collins was on patrol, no one really did bad things not necessarily out of fear, but out of- wait, was that a knife in his hand? What the hell. She picked up the pace and headed in the direction of the person that caught her attention, not minding the two homeless people that scrambled out of her way. Honestly, out of all the police officers, this guy was doing these weird things on her patrol... Something was going on around here and she did not like it one bit. "Sir. Officer Collins." She spoke clearly once she was in hearing range, identifying herself by showing her badge. "What are you doing?" Hopefully, things wouldn't get out of hand. She intended for that patrol to be a quiet, peaceful one. WORDS: ## TAGS: alex credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 464 TAGGED:Jo NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin This cold was nothing for Alex…the forest had got so cold some nights in the winter that the water within trees would freeze and expand to the point where the tree exploded. At first, it scared the crap out of him when he hard those loud bangs in the middle of the night his first winter in the forest. Here… it was like a spring day for him even though it was in the twenties. One of the reasons why he just had a hoodie, cargo pants and boots on. Anything more than that and it would have been way too warm for him. Alex had killed the bird right after he knocked out, making sure it didn’t suffer any… And right before he started to use the knife to clean the bird, he had said a thank you to mother nature for the food he was about to eat. That he wouldn’t let anything go to waste. Which was true, he would dump the bones and head into the pond for the fish. He would use the feathers later on for something else… He learned during his time in the forest to make the most out of whatever he caught, that nothing should really go to waste. Back then, the bones and scrapes from birds were used to keep that little section of that lake he had sealed off from the rest of it, stocked with fish which he feed remains to in order to keep the fish healthy and growing. The bird had all its feathers removed and tucked into one of his cargo pockets until he could get back to his little hideout to clean and sort them. The messy blonde hair teenager, knew there was someone coming… The snow crunching under their heavy footfall so when she spoke, he just ignored her and took a bite from the raw bird before answering her. ”Eating, what does it look like?” Alex said simply, his voice showing no emotions… There was a bit of blood running down from the bird’s carcass and on to his hand but it didn’t bother him at all. He just went down and took another bite from the bird and ate, spitting out one of the small bones. This was normal behavior for him even though it wasn’t for anyone in the city… then again; he raised himself to be like this well the forest had raised him. There wasn’t really any food in this city that could stand to eat that he had tried so far… it was all fake tasting and gross. So whenever he could, he snagged animals like this and eat. Normally he would cook them first but there really wasn’t anything to make a decent fire from here. Everything was too big… The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Josephine Collins]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] at night i pray that soon your face will fade away She could actually feel the tinge of defiance in his words and it made her blood boil for just a small moment. What would it be like, if she'd get to torture him for information? Not that he'd have any information, she'd just want to do it, for no particular reason. Maybe she'd do it for that lack of manners and his rude behavior not only to someone that represented the law, but a woman too. She shifted her weight on her other leg and stuffed her hands in her pockets. This was going to be a most terrible patrol, wasn't it? As she rummaged through her jacket's pockets, she could make out the shape of a few coins. More than enough to get both of them a cup of tea from that teahouse by the park's entrance. "Hey you. How about I buy you some tea? My treat for interrupting your meal." She spoke a little louder, so she'd make herself understood. It was, after all, the only polite thing to do, even in a strange situation such as this. The sight of him eating a bird and the blood running down his hand and chin did not move her one bit: she was used to much more interesting sights than this. Maybe, in some sort of strange way, she found him awkwardly familiar, as if she had seen him before, and there was a pang of regret at not having noticed something of the sort earlier, when she could have helped him more. Oh, don't instantly assume she was a being with a heart of gold, she simply didn't want to share the same air with some uneducated person that could pose a danger to society any time. The tea would be a good excuse to keep an eye on him and find out some more things about where he came from or his name and current occupation. "You can take your meal with you." She spoke again, this time giving a light shrug along with her words. The worst outcome would be for her to have to call reinforcements and endure her boss' sexist remarks again. Of course, she could also peacefully solve this matter and not cause a scene, though a guy eating a dead bird was pretty much the definition of an awkward, panic-inducing image to the public. "It's good, I promise." WORDS: ## TAGS: alex credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 585 TAGGED: Jo NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Finally Alex took a break from eating to look over at the person who was talking to him. His blue eyes glanced the women over. He took notice of the shinning object she had in her possession and just ignored it. Last time he had seen a police badge, he was six years old and it was his fathers… Now he didn’t even remember what that looked like or even the modern version of it. So that badge meant nothing to him. And the way she was dress, he wouldn’t have even taken her for a police officer. If she had tried to torture, him she wouldn’t get anything out of him… for it wouldn’t have been the first time he would have been tortured. Even back then, they didn’t get anything from him. Mostly because he didn’t quite have the concept of speech down and these days, he wouldn’t let something like that break him not when he had lots left to do. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he took another bite from the bird. Savoring the fresh taste of it. Even though it was still slightly warm, it didn’t bother him too much. Alex glanced from the corner of his eyes when he heard the rummaging and the sound of metal clanking against each other. Wondering what she was up to but ignored it as he finished off eating the bird. Which was more than enough to fill him up for the time being. One of his rules to survive was eat whenever get the chance or at least get food for later. Because out in the forest, he had no idea when he would get to eat again. ”No thanks… Not thirsty.” He said rather indifferently. Besides, he really wasn’t into food that wasn’t found in the forest... it was too different for him and often times made him feel ill because he wasn’t use to it. After all his form of tea was a couple of pine needles in a cup of hot water…well his cup a hallowed out piece of wood. It wasn’t until he was back here that he learned how good that tea was for him. It had four to five times the Vitamin C of fresh-squeezed orange juice, and is high in Vitamin A. It is also an expectorant (thins mucus secretions), decongestant, and can be used as an antiseptic wash when cooled. It wasn’t like he was up to much out here…just eating and he would most likely be on his way or back in the tree people watching again. When she suggested that he could take the meal alone with him. He tossed the carcass over his shoulder and into the pond that wasn’t that far away. ”Done and why would I want to come with you. First of I don’t know you and secondly there is something about you that comes off as you thinking that you are better than me. And that you want something so no thanks, crazy lady.” He said, a little annoyed wishing she would just drop the offer for tea. Alex really wasn’t good around people nor trusted them enough to take up an offer for anything. There was just something off about that he didn’t like and why was she so insisting on getting a cup of tea… Alex continued to sit there much like a dog would sit. His blue eyes glanced around slowly but never straying far from the crazy lady he didn’t trust. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Josephine Collins]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] at night i pray that soon your face will fade away As he spoke, she took out her cellphone, scanning the message she had just received. Seemed like Cashmere Cat's services were needed once again. Still, there was the matter of this fool in front of her. How dull. He was giving himself much more credit than was due, and she felt for a moment like she could simply let him rot in a garbage bin somewhere. "You have the wrong idea that I care what you're doing." She gave a small shrug, replying to the message with a simple affirmative answer. "From the looks of it, you're just another homeless person. I don't have time to waste on the likes of you." Another shrug, and she cursed the moment she decided to investigate on what was happening: so much wasted time on something so useless. She had lived her life under the impression that from every single thing she did, she had to learn something, a lesson, anything at all. From this encounter, all she had learned was that the most useless pieces of thrash in Sternbild hung around the park. Good, a good lesson to remember next time she was on patrol. She was much better than him. After all, she didn't take a life just for the heck of it. Stupidity seemed to grow in the city, that was for sure. She pondered whether she should have called for backup, someone to clean this thrash and stuff him into a cell, but she instantly dismissed the idea: he wasn't even worth the attention of Sternbild's police force. "Suit yourself." Thus said, she stuffed the badge back into her pocket and started walking away. There were many other things to be done and she had no time to waste on the likes of this little monkey. Not to mention that the idea of a warm jasmine tea made her a little more giddy than she was before. WORDS: ## TAGS: alex credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 432 TAGGED: NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin A very faint smirk of a chuckle was given at her words and he glanced up at her before he spoke. ”Clearly you care what I am doing or else you would not have invited me out to a cup a tea. You are just hiding that fact from yourself, afraid of making some kind of connection that you have a caring side about you. Stop fooling yourself… if you didn’t care you wouldn’t have gone looking for changed or made that offer.” Alex said…rather annoyed with how people in this city tried to be so fake… How they all tried to put a front of something they are not. People didn’t change… no matter what. They were still the same deep down no matter what the front they put on in front of people. Sure he had animal like behavior and was more of a Wildman than he was of someone who fit in society didn’t mean that he wasn’t smart. The forest shaped who he was but in the last year, he spent that time learning what he didn’t have to learn in the forest so he could do what he needed to do. ”Yes, that is the way to do it. Judge a book by a cover before getting to know the truth. If you want to believe I am homeless then go ahead.” Alex didn’t want to waste time correcting her or having to really say much more than that. Humans and their titles…their procession the need to claim everything around them. This whole life annoyed him and he longed to go back where things were simple. But he had a job to do before he could head back to his place of comfort. Alex stood up and glanced at her. ”You really should stop judging people… you keep doing that and you’ll remain alone. What is my dinner is just the very raw form of your dinner but it just doesn’t come from some store or in a box.” This whole thing had rather annoyed him to the point where he was pissed off. When it came down to it, Alex only took what he needed and always gave back to nature. Much like Native Americans. Nothing went to waste, what he didn’t use, he gave back to the earth. People like this woman were the worst in his books and he just hoped they would cross the line one day and he could send his little friend off to deal with them. Alex shrugged his shoulders when she spoke again and he started to walk off, in the opposite direction of her. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting