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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 12, 2017 13:56:41 GMT -6
The city had a strange feeling that night, it gave off a chill - making your hairs raise. The breeze filled the streets, you could even hear the wind's sound. It ran through the city, echoing in every road, sidewalk, park, and building side. The sound was interrupted by devious laughter coming from one of the alleyways. The laughter was coming from a mischievous kid named Al. He was on fire escape to one of the apartment buildings looking down to a couple of men in the alleyway. The men seemed to be gang members - infuriated gang members. The men glared up at him hollering back, "We'll teach you a lesson, brat!" They started heading up the fire escape. Al's laughter immediately stopped when he saw them coming for him. He thought to himself, Not again, jeez!
He hopped off the fire escape when they were farther away from the ground. He landed onto a bush - he yelled out. He jolted up and sat there for a moment, pulling out from under him a bottle he had landed on, "Hell, lazy people not throwing things away! What is the matter with people!" He took the bottle, chucked it, and laughed running off. He rounded the corner and continued to run down the street. He passed light after light - he stopped and cut into another alleyway. He saw in the distance a redheaded kid. He tilted his head and grinned raising his eyebrows. Whenever Al had that look it meant he had a plan.
Al stared at him, then ran over to him and said, "Hey, gingersnap can you help me out with something?" He stood beside him for a moment making sure Peter wasn't going to attack him. He then moved Peter in front of him as the men came down the alleyway running at Peter and then stopped. Al peaked around at Peter and had a huge smile on his face accompanied by a smug look.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 12, 2017 16:58:32 GMT -6
Peter was minding his own business after a long day of 'work,' enjoying the feel of the money that was now sliding between his fingers as the sounds of the chilly night wind echoed off the walls of the city.
"28, 29, 30!" he counted as each bill passed from one hand to the other. Not bad for one day's worth - not bad at all!
Just as Peter shoved the money into his pocket, he heard the ruckus of laughter and yelling coming from just up the street. Turning around in confusion, he saw a bolt of black hair race around the corner and up to where he stood.
"Hey, gingersnap can you help me out with something?" the raven-haired kid asked him, staring at him with big brown eyes. Peter raised an eyebrow, cocking his head a little at both the nickname and the sudden change of events. "What's'it to ya, Coal Bin?" he replied, giving the chap a little smirk.
Suddenly, a group of men emerged around the corner and headed for their direction. Immediately the dark-haired boy ran behind Peter, using him like he was some kind of shield. What the-What kind of help does he expect me to do!?, Peter thought. The boy was only a couple inches shorter than he was, and looked to be about just as old. Sensing that the kid had some sort of hidden agenda, Peter straightened his back as the men who had given chase came up to where they stood, soon becoming face-to-face with Peter. They glared over the redhead's shoulder towards the guy still hiding behind his back. The sight must have been comical, since there wasn't much of Peter to hide the chap - but then again, the guy didn't have much meat on him either.
Lil' Piker, Peter mumbled to himself, shaking the boy off him. Putting a smile on his face as he usually did, he turned towards the men now blocking their exit and gave them a jovial greeting.
"Evenin', gents!" he said, tipping the cap on his head. "Mighty fine night, isn't it?"
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 12, 2017 19:16:46 GMT -6
Al listened to what he had to say and widened his eyes when he heard what was mumbled, "How rude, gingersnap! I'm just cautious, occasionally." He had a playfully shocked face and then dropped it. Al, raised an eyebrow and a grin spread across his face again when the men approached. He watched Peter work. smiling and giving off some charm towards the angered men. It did manage to calm them down some - not enough though. "Evening, now why don't you beat it. We need some time with your friend!" The angry men responded to Peter's greeting. They pushed peter aside - causing Al just jump back. He slid around Peter again and put his hands up saying, "WAIT... JUST... Um, a minute now." Al peaked at Peter and mouthed, " sorry gingersnap. " Al turned and his whole attitude changed and he seemed sincere, "You all are so focused on me, all I did was just repeat what my good friend Ginger said." Al turned and winked at Peter. "At least, I didn't call your wives a two-timing, sap-like, nobody's home, Mrs. Grundy!" Al continued to lie write through his teeth but kept his sincere attitude.
The gang turned their attention back to Peter and became infuriated. Al gently tapped on Peter's shoulder and whispered, "This is where we run." Before, Peter could object Al dashed off, flying out of the gang's site. He whipped around yelling, "What are you waiting for, ginger?" He held back a laugh - though you could hear it when he spoke. He continued to run down the street.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 12, 2017 20:28:16 GMT -6
Peter hadn't expected the little piker to rat him out for something he didn't do, nor did he expect to get ditched behind to deal with these thugs after a quick tap to the shoulder. But Peter didn't need to be told twice when it came to fleeing from a situation - even if it was one he hadn't exactly fashioned for himself.
Taking his cap off and dipping it towards the gang members, he bent himself forward in a mock bow and grinned up at their increasingly-frustrated faces. "Later then, Gents!" he said with a wink before side-stepping past their large bodies and falling in pace behind the raven-haired kid as they ran down the street. Passerby who were walking to their homes for some rest or to a bar of their choice for a nice drink stopped in their tracks to watch the scene: a flash of red and black rushing through the crowds with a mob of burly men trying their best to keep up with the two boys as they shouted profanities into the air.
"Ya really called 'em that, huh?" Peter asked the kid next to them as they raced down one street or alley to the next in a zig-zag pattern, occasionally jumping over crates or large bins. Spotting an old vent off to the side, Peter grabbed the raven-haired guy's suspenders and pulled the boy along with him behind the metal object. Crouching low to the ground, he watched and waited as the men ran past their hiding spot and farther down the street like a bunch of dumb dogs that had lost the trail on a coon hunt. Always so gullible, Peter laughed to himself, relaxing against the cold metal of the vent now that he could finally relax again.
Giving out a low whistle, he turned towards the guy that got him into that mess and shook his head disbelievingly. "Coal Bin, ya sure know how to rile 'em up!" Wiping some of the sweat off his forehead and onto his pants, he let out a quick laugh and grinned towards the chap. It wasn't the kind of fun he had originally planned on for tonight, but it was thrilling none-the-less.
"Name's Peter," he said, looking at the guy from underneath the brim of his cap. "What's yours?"
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 12, 2017 21:03:01 GMT -6
Al raced on down the streets, continuing to run for his life. I really have to stop messing with those, oafs. He was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed a ginger haired boy, out of the corner of his eye. He was continuing to run and then smiled, "Hey, Ginger! You're alive! Gee, well that is just great." Al, teasingly said to the boy. He continued to be cheeky and responded,"I don't know why they were offended? You think people would appreciate honesty? Right!?" Al hopped over a crate and almost lost his footing. He gained his balance and before he knew it he was being pulled over by his suspenders. He followed Peter's pull to not stumble and possibly fall again. When they got over into the hiding spot, ducking down, Al said, "Excuse me, you almost broke my leg, ginger! Just because you saved my life, basically - doesn't mean you get to hurt me now! Gosh!" Al, dramatically huffs and holds back a devilish grin. He was in a teasing mood but had to hold back for the moment. He watched the huge oafs run off, completely losing them.
He turned to Peter and smiled and said, "I was only teasing them. They are way to serious!" He looked around trying to know where he was but didn't recognize it. He turned back to Peter and said, "My name is Aladdin - call me Al!" His response was followed by a devilish grin and he started to stand up. He tilted his head studying the kid. He didn't seem that old, around his age. He had small tears in his clothes - some ruffed up edges. Al, didn't mind though, he continued to stare and then stopped when he realized he was staring to long. He is a cute kid and he helped me out - I might have to keep this one close. He shook his head to distract his thought and then said, "So, I guess I am a little sorry for dragging you into that."
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 12, 2017 21:31:54 GMT -6
Peter smirked as the boy, apparently named Aladdin, stared in his direction. "Like wha' ya' see or somethin'?" he asked with a laugh as he moved to stand up as well, crossing his arms across his chest in a playful manner. He raised an eyebrow at Al quizzically, thoroughly amused.
After all, Peter was used to people staring at his clothes. Even though he was notorious in the city for stealing and conning as many people as he did, he never kept any of the money for himself and instead gave it to the other homeless for food or clothing. The clothes he worn on his body were pretty much all he had until he wound up completely trashing the articles and was forced to get new ones. Then it was off to his twin sister's home on the other side of town. She was always his tailor and would do her best to fix up his old rags the best she could, while sometimes making him a new shirt, pants, or socks when needed. Though Peter made it his task to visit her often, usually at night when her adopted parents were asleep or in a more relaxing and joyful mood.
Peter returned Al's stare with an entertained expression on his face, only to laugh as Al merely shook his head and continued talking, changing the subject. "So, I guess I am a little sorry for dragging you into that," Al said, now dropping his gaze.
Peter smirked, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. "So long as ya don' do that again, Coal Bin, we'll call it even," he replied as he started to head towards a tall, wooden fence nestled between the two buildings that formed the alley. Jumping the fence so that he was now sitting on the top width of the frame, his feet dangling on either side, Peter looked over towards the dark-haired boy and gave him a quick salute. "See ya aroun' then, Al!" he called before jumping off on the other side and disappearing from view.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 12, 2017 22:16:27 GMT -6
Al smiled at him and rolled his eyes with his comment. Al, shrugged and then said, "I guess you could say that, gingersnap." He responded playfully - reacting to Peter's teasing mood. He scratched the back of his head and then looked up at the sky.
Al thought to himself on how this day was supposed to go. It surely didn't go as planned but it wasn't dreadfully awful. He actually got something out of this day. He met a kid that was relate-able, who saved him, who seemed down to earth and also forgave him. He was supposed to be working harder today - getting more money for his parent's rent. He always gets distracted though - it should be his talent. I guess he ended up getting a new friend instead out of these crazy events.
Al focused on Peter and smiled with his response, "I promise to never do that again, ya' got my word, Petey-boy!" Al laughed after his own cheeky comment, he had a habit at laughing at his own words. He watched him start to maneuver and ended up above him. Al, raised an eyebrow impressed with the boys skills - at least he knows how to take care himself. Al, smiled and waved saying, "See ya, Ginger!" Al then winked, shouting after him, "Don't miss me to much, ya' hear!" Al, watched as he left and looked down for a moment, smiling at the day's events. He turned around and began to walk off himself, what a kid.
♦ T h r e a d ♣ E n d e d ♦
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