Sorry for all the walang tiyak na layunin late night one-shots. Pagsulat helps me fall asleep.
The dreary rain had turned the clouds gray, yet somehow it had also effected the entire city. The rising buildings, the passing cars, the faces of the people hurrying about the streets, all void of color.
Those somber faces, Makaio felt, were mocking him. He could see them clearly, make out distinct characteristics; he was able to distinguish the features of strangers, yet his memory refused him the privilege of the faces of the ones he cared to see. It was his own mind that was betraying him.
Makaio took another bite from the liver wurst sanwits that now tasted like cardboard in his hand. It wasn't much, but he had to be careful with the money he had from the various jobs he had taken up. Most were odd jobs that he obtained from hanging around the Happy Harbor docks: repairing fishing nets and running errands for anyone willing to pay a small fee.
His main job was a bag boy at the supermarket who's steps he now sat at. The awning gave him enough covering to eat his meal before heading home. The warehouse was a lonely place and Makaio wanted to stall getting home, which is why he had chosen to eat his hapunan outside in the rainy weather.
A whimper made Makaio look up. Sitting before him was a small dog that could be described as nothing madami than a mutt. It had tan balahibo that was dappled with grey and around his eyes black, giving the impression of a mask. The eyes were something to note, as one was gold, the other a light blue. The mutt, seemingly oblivious to the rain around it, stared at the boy expectantly.
"Hi," Makaio greeted, not sure what it was expecting. The tuta blinked back. "What?" Of course, it had no way of answering, so the blue-gold stare was all the response he got.
"Alright, get out of here," he said, making a shooing gesture. As he did so, the dog's eyes followed the half-eaten sanwits in his hand.
"Oh, this?" Makaio held it up. The mutt wagged his tail excitedly. The boy sighed. "Fine. Just a little, though. I worked hard for this food." He tore off a bit of the sanwits and tossed it to the dog, who caught it and swallowed it whole without chewing.
"Hungry, aren't ya?" The pup whimpered. "Yeah, me too, buddy." Makaio tore off another chunk and gave it to the starving animal. He ate the final bite, then stood, slinging his pack over his shoulder. As he flipped up the hood of his amerikana and stepped into the street, the tuta stared after him. Five blocks later, Makaio got the feeling that someone was following him, and glanced over his shoulder. Surely enough, not twenty feet behind, weaving it's way through the crowd, was the mutt.
Makaio sighed and waited for it to catch up. "No," he told it as it reached him, wagging its tail enthusiastically, "You can't come tahanan with me." The dog sat at his feet, not getting the message. "I can't afford to feed you!" Makaio protested. "Scat!"
With that, the boy turned on his heel and continued his way home. He hung his head as he heard the splash of footsteps through puddles following behind. He whirled around, the pup nearly running into him. "Stop following me!" he told it.
When he turned back around, Makaio walked a few steps, then starting jogging. Soon he was running, hoping he would be too fast for the young animal to keep up. sa pamamagitan ng the time he reached the alley that lead to the warehouse entrance, Makaio thought he had Nawawala the mutt.
He pushed the door open and slid it shut, dead bolting it behind him. The building was only slightly warmer than the rain outside. Makaio had patched up the broken windows with slabs of wood he found littering the floor of the warehouse. It protected him from the elements, despite the tin box being a terrible heat conductor.
Makaio kicked off his shoes and slipped off his jacket, then carried them to the corner of the building he used as a bedroom. He left his shoes beside his bed, a makeshift futon constructed of a hole filled mattress he has found lying out back, a mound of blankets from a thrift shop, and a unan from the sopa that had been in the building when he found it, lying on its side and possibly housing a few grotesque rats.
Exhausted from the day's work, Makaio exchanged his soaked clothes for a pair of sweats, then slid under the covers.
He hadn't been laying there for a full minuto before a scratching sound caught his attention. He drew the blankets over his head, hoping it would blot out the noise and it would eventually go away, but ten minutos later the incessant scratching had not ended and was now accompanied sa pamamagitan ng whimpers.
Makaio groaned and slid from the covers, knowing he would never get a wink of sleep until he put an end to the noise. When he reached the door and pushed it open enough for him to see outside, something rushed through the gap, nearly knocking Makaio off his feet.
The tuta yipped at him excitedly, as if to say, "I found you, friend! I win!"
"You have to be kidding me," Makaio muttered. He slid the door shut to keep any madami of the heat from escaping, then turned to the dog. It wagged his tail happily, kulay-rosas tounge hanging from its mouth.
"Okay, fine, you win. But don't expect me to feed you my breakfast." The mutt stood up and shook the water from its fur. The boy tried to shield himself with his arms. "Ah! must you?"
Makaio retrieved a ragged towel, that he thought was clean, and used it to dry off the pup. "Okay, little guy," he said, scooping it up in the towel like a baby. "Or.. Girl," he corrected himself upon glancing down. "I'm tired, so we are going to bed."
He laid the dog on the bed, tossed the towel into the hamper, then crawled under the blankets, relishing on the warmth. A moment later something cold and wet nudged his face.
"Ugh," Makaio reopened his eyes to see a snout too close to his face. "What are you doing?" he groaned, propping himself up on his elbow. The tuta wriggled into the covers through the opening created. She turned around to face the opening, then laid her head down susunod to Makaio.
"Fine, I guess its cold. But it's the best we got." The boy laid back down beside the pup. He stroked the balahibo between her ears and her eyelids slowly drooped shut. "We mutts have to stick together, huh girl?" Makaio pulled the covers up around them and was fast asleep segundos later.
P.S. I wanted the pup to be a boy, but my little sister, who read over my shoulder the duration of the Pagsulat of this artikulo and pointed out every single typo, insisted she be a girl. True story.
The dreary rain had turned the clouds gray, yet somehow it had also effected the entire city. The rising buildings, the passing cars, the faces of the people hurrying about the streets, all void of color.
Those somber faces, Makaio felt, were mocking him. He could see them clearly, make out distinct characteristics; he was able to distinguish the features of strangers, yet his memory refused him the privilege of the faces of the ones he cared to see. It was his own mind that was betraying him.
Makaio took another bite from the liver wurst sanwits that now tasted like cardboard in his hand. It wasn't much, but he had to be careful with the money he had from the various jobs he had taken up. Most were odd jobs that he obtained from hanging around the Happy Harbor docks: repairing fishing nets and running errands for anyone willing to pay a small fee.
His main job was a bag boy at the supermarket who's steps he now sat at. The awning gave him enough covering to eat his meal before heading home. The warehouse was a lonely place and Makaio wanted to stall getting home, which is why he had chosen to eat his hapunan outside in the rainy weather.
A whimper made Makaio look up. Sitting before him was a small dog that could be described as nothing madami than a mutt. It had tan balahibo that was dappled with grey and around his eyes black, giving the impression of a mask. The eyes were something to note, as one was gold, the other a light blue. The mutt, seemingly oblivious to the rain around it, stared at the boy expectantly.
"Hi," Makaio greeted, not sure what it was expecting. The tuta blinked back. "What?" Of course, it had no way of answering, so the blue-gold stare was all the response he got.
"Alright, get out of here," he said, making a shooing gesture. As he did so, the dog's eyes followed the half-eaten sanwits in his hand.
"Oh, this?" Makaio held it up. The mutt wagged his tail excitedly. The boy sighed. "Fine. Just a little, though. I worked hard for this food." He tore off a bit of the sanwits and tossed it to the dog, who caught it and swallowed it whole without chewing.
"Hungry, aren't ya?" The pup whimpered. "Yeah, me too, buddy." Makaio tore off another chunk and gave it to the starving animal. He ate the final bite, then stood, slinging his pack over his shoulder. As he flipped up the hood of his amerikana and stepped into the street, the tuta stared after him. Five blocks later, Makaio got the feeling that someone was following him, and glanced over his shoulder. Surely enough, not twenty feet behind, weaving it's way through the crowd, was the mutt.
Makaio sighed and waited for it to catch up. "No," he told it as it reached him, wagging its tail enthusiastically, "You can't come tahanan with me." The dog sat at his feet, not getting the message. "I can't afford to feed you!" Makaio protested. "Scat!"
With that, the boy turned on his heel and continued his way home. He hung his head as he heard the splash of footsteps through puddles following behind. He whirled around, the pup nearly running into him. "Stop following me!" he told it.
When he turned back around, Makaio walked a few steps, then starting jogging. Soon he was running, hoping he would be too fast for the young animal to keep up. sa pamamagitan ng the time he reached the alley that lead to the warehouse entrance, Makaio thought he had Nawawala the mutt.
He pushed the door open and slid it shut, dead bolting it behind him. The building was only slightly warmer than the rain outside. Makaio had patched up the broken windows with slabs of wood he found littering the floor of the warehouse. It protected him from the elements, despite the tin box being a terrible heat conductor.
Makaio kicked off his shoes and slipped off his jacket, then carried them to the corner of the building he used as a bedroom. He left his shoes beside his bed, a makeshift futon constructed of a hole filled mattress he has found lying out back, a mound of blankets from a thrift shop, and a unan from the sopa that had been in the building when he found it, lying on its side and possibly housing a few grotesque rats.
Exhausted from the day's work, Makaio exchanged his soaked clothes for a pair of sweats, then slid under the covers.
He hadn't been laying there for a full minuto before a scratching sound caught his attention. He drew the blankets over his head, hoping it would blot out the noise and it would eventually go away, but ten minutos later the incessant scratching had not ended and was now accompanied sa pamamagitan ng whimpers.
Makaio groaned and slid from the covers, knowing he would never get a wink of sleep until he put an end to the noise. When he reached the door and pushed it open enough for him to see outside, something rushed through the gap, nearly knocking Makaio off his feet.
The tuta yipped at him excitedly, as if to say, "I found you, friend! I win!"
"You have to be kidding me," Makaio muttered. He slid the door shut to keep any madami of the heat from escaping, then turned to the dog. It wagged his tail happily, kulay-rosas tounge hanging from its mouth.
"Okay, fine, you win. But don't expect me to feed you my breakfast." The mutt stood up and shook the water from its fur. The boy tried to shield himself with his arms. "Ah! must you?"
Makaio retrieved a ragged towel, that he thought was clean, and used it to dry off the pup. "Okay, little guy," he said, scooping it up in the towel like a baby. "Or.. Girl," he corrected himself upon glancing down. "I'm tired, so we are going to bed."
He laid the dog on the bed, tossed the towel into the hamper, then crawled under the blankets, relishing on the warmth. A moment later something cold and wet nudged his face.
"Ugh," Makaio reopened his eyes to see a snout too close to his face. "What are you doing?" he groaned, propping himself up on his elbow. The tuta wriggled into the covers through the opening created. She turned around to face the opening, then laid her head down susunod to Makaio.
"Fine, I guess its cold. But it's the best we got." The boy laid back down beside the pup. He stroked the balahibo between her ears and her eyelids slowly drooped shut. "We mutts have to stick together, huh girl?" Makaio pulled the covers up around them and was fast asleep segundos later.
P.S. I wanted the pup to be a boy, but my little sister, who read over my shoulder the duration of the Pagsulat of this artikulo and pointed out every single typo, insisted she be a girl. True story.
FIVE COMMENTS FRO TOTALLY DIFFERENT USERS!!!!!
Daily Episode
araw Thirty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Thirteen: "Brother-Sister Act"
Link: link
Summary:
Static juggles fighting criminal siblings and trying to throw Sharon off his tail when she begins to believe Virgil is Static.
In this episode, Sharon wises up. But wait until you see the firs big superstar appearance tomorrow!!! (Daily Episodes back to their regular times!!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
Daily Episode
araw Thirty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Thirteen: "Brother-Sister Act"
Link: link
Summary:
Static juggles fighting criminal siblings and trying to throw Sharon off his tail when she begins to believe Virgil is Static.
In this episode, Sharon wises up. But wait until you see the firs big superstar appearance tomorrow!!! (Daily Episodes back to their regular times!!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
age: 15
gender: male
powers: he has the power to see someones actions and copy their moves exactly the same. (( but he cant copy superpowers unfortunatley))
skills: he has skills in fighting and outsmarting his eneimes with his big mouth.
appearance: dark brown hair but can be different shade of brown depending on lighting and has brown eyes that can fade to green at times or blue.
Personality: he is very friendly to people around him and is often very funny and a practical jokester when he wants to be and makes funny faces or funny noises to get people to smile.
others: his eyes change color to the person hes copying. and he has a cute laugh
Daily Episode
araw Forty-Two:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Junior"
Link: link
Summary:
Edwin Alva Jr., does whatever he can to earn his father's respect, even going so far as to discover a method to control the effects of the Big Bang fluid. However, Alva completely dismisses his son, causing him to become angry and become Omnifarius, destroying everything his father holds dear with catastrophic results.
SOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!!!!! My baby(iest) bro had a pizza party for four hours this morning, then my baby(middle) bro had swimming for three hours immediately afterward and a four oras birthday party (still going on), but I found some time to get this out!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
araw Forty-Two:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Junior"
Link: link
Summary:
Edwin Alva Jr., does whatever he can to earn his father's respect, even going so far as to discover a method to control the effects of the Big Bang fluid. However, Alva completely dismisses his son, causing him to become angry and become Omnifarius, destroying everything his father holds dear with catastrophic results.
SOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!!!!! My baby(iest) bro had a pizza party for four hours this morning, then my baby(middle) bro had swimming for three hours immediately afterward and a four oras birthday party (still going on), but I found some time to get this out!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
Once again, they all tie in Sifts past.
Name: TaLaura Groff
Alias Arella
Occupation: Hero
age: 16
Powers:
•Sensing danger
•Teleportation
•Pocket space–the ability to hold and remove objects so that only the user can retrieve them
• Luck manipulation
Past: TaLuara grew up in a community of crime, though she never was involved in it, her parents thrived to be villains. She ignored the fact she was alone and pushed on.
Other: –shy, but sweet
-If you push her, she’ll use your luck against you.
Name: TaLaura Groff
Alias Arella
Occupation: Hero
age: 16
Powers:
•Sensing danger
•Teleportation
•Pocket space–the ability to hold and remove objects so that only the user can retrieve them
• Luck manipulation
Past: TaLuara grew up in a community of crime, though she never was involved in it, her parents thrived to be villains. She ignored the fact she was alone and pushed on.
Other: –shy, but sweet
-If you push her, she’ll use your luck against you.
Daily Episode
araw Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives tahanan early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture sa pamamagitan ng Ebon.
araw Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives tahanan early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture sa pamamagitan ng Ebon.
Daily Episode
araw Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static sa pamamagitan ng geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student uri ng bulaklak Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if you read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins bituin Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
araw Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static sa pamamagitan ng geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student uri ng bulaklak Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if you read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins bituin Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
Daily Episode
araw Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who estola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
araw Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who estola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.