Post by BurbankAme on Mar 21, 2011 19:28:10 GMT -5
*The kids sit at the table quiet. I found them a few juice boxes in the fridge hoping that would keep them from asking me questions. It worked. Murph sits his box down and starts kicking at the chair bored* I learned a new song on the accordion *he grins proudly and I just nod my head too lost in thought to care. P leaves the table and runs to the doorway. I go to stop her and see her hugging an older woman.* Nice of you to stop by from the tower to see my grandchildren.
*I sit back in my chair uncomfortable. Murph reaches across the table and takes my frames* When did you get these?! *He puts my glasses on and I take them back* Not now Murph. *The woman says nothing but continues to stand in the doorway.* Hey. . . go get your stuff from upstairs okay. *He nods and leaves taking a juice box with him. He drags P behind him. The woman starts cleaning the streamers off the table and she says something to me in a low voice I almost didn't hear it* It's not my place but don't take them to the tower Take more pills. According to BLI records you don't have any grandchildren Mrs. Main.*I leave the kitchen and see the kids running down the stairs with a suitcase each. I open the front door and lead them to the car.*
Post by Sylvia Main on Mar 21, 2011 22:12:18 GMT -5
*I hop the picket fence again and try not to be killed as I make my way across the back lawn. I enter into the kitchen from the back door. I look around and don't see the kids among the flailing limbs of their peers* Hey mum, where's Murph and P? *I look over and she's staring out the window, hands in the sink washing dishes. Her hands move around slowly* Mum? *I place a hand on her shoulder and she flinched a bit but continues to stare out the window. Curious, I stare to but nothing of interest is happening. I begin to worry.* mum what's wr- *then I catch the reflection. Across the living room and the hallway, front door open, I see the BLI car. I spin around and scramble across little bodies trying to get outside. I trip on a shoe by the door and land on the front porch. I quickly push myself off and sprint towards the car* BURBANK!
Post by BurbankAme on Mar 21, 2011 23:10:46 GMT -5
*the kids are in the backseat keeping themselves entertained with some made up game. I look in the rearview mirror back at the house before I turn the corner. I see Main running toward the car yelling. I look at the kids and turn the radio on. P asks if we're waiting for her* She'll catch up. Eventually. *they nod and I start speeding toward the downtown district*
Post by Sylvia Main on Mar 22, 2011 12:20:42 GMT -5
*I stop running when they turn the corner. I never was a runner. I would grab my bike but I'm sure he's going back to the tower. I scream and kick at the ground in frustration before sitting on the curb and burying my head in my hands. The party is still going on and no one has taken any notice. I had just started feeling guilty, but, oh, no. He's going to pay for this. I grab a rock and throw it as hard as I can. It breaks the neighbors window. I stand up and point to kid with the baseball bat when the owner comes outside. He starts yelling at the kid and I leave, back to the house.*
Post by BurbankAme on Mar 22, 2011 17:34:56 GMT -5
*I pull into the drive way of my house after driving around the city for awhile. I can't just take them straight to the tower. Not a good idea to walk in without a plan and it's still their birthday. Let them run around some and I'll get a chance to think.
The kids get out of the car occupied with the gifts I brought them at some corner shop. Murph is constantly making loud sound effects for his toy ray gun and P's music box just happens to play the elevator music from the tower. I almost regret letting get whatever they wanted. I walk to the door and let them in. I haven't been here for a while so I'm surprised to see the place is cleaned up.* You guys should go watch tv.
*I take them to the living room before they can ask me for the millionth time when Main is going to catch up to us. I turn the tv on and a thought adjustment test is playing. I decide to just let them watch cartoons. It still gets bli's message across just less extreme.
I go upstairs and the bedroom has random books and notebooks on the floor. Guess Atlas used this place to plan out some of his bli reforms. I pick up one of the notebooks and don't see much written in it. Mostly rants about the proles and the riots. I flip through the pages and finally see something less insane sounding. An index for experiments. I read through it and find a project that looks useful.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Mar 22, 2011 18:39:37 GMT -5
*I march into the kitchen and grab my arms arm. I yank her away from the sink and that seems to wake her from her daydream.* Oh dear! Sylvia! *I scowl and pull her into the office. I let go of her arm and push a few childern out and lock the door. I turn around and grab her shoulders.* Did he say anything?! Anything at all?! What's he going to do with them, what? Oh God.. *I let go and start pacing, worried. Why? Is he going to reintegrate them into society? I continue to pace and my mother just shakes her head.* I'm sure they're perfectly fine, honey. *I glare at her but then sigh and collapse into the desk chair. Perhaps she's right. After all I went looking for him because I wasn't sure how I could take care of them myself. Maybe they're better off with him. But he's so unstable. I need to find them. I jump out of the chair which surprises mum some. I unlock the door and dash upstairs to my room where I trash my closet and find my old notepad and more city styled clothes. I don't want to draw that much attention to myself. I throw my feathered headband on the bed and quickly change before grabbing my keys and running outside for my motorbike*
"There's nothing wrong in suffering, if you suffer for a purpose. Our revolution didn't abolish danger or death. It simply made danger and death worthwhile.
Post by BurbankAme on Mar 22, 2011 19:03:37 GMT -5
*I tear the pages out of the notebook after reading through the experiment once. I trust Atlas enough to believe his results and theory. I rather take a chance with his ideas then rely on bli for one. I walk downstairs and the kids are sitting a bit dazed on the couch. A thought experiment plays on the screen. I guess one of them got tired of cartoons and decided to change the channel. I wave a hand in front of their faces and they continue to stare at the screen. I sigh and take them by the hand. I put them into the back of the car and drive to the tower.*