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.
Daily Episode
araw Thirty-Four:
Static Shock Episode Nineteen: "Sunspots"
Link: link
Summary:
When sunspots appear, they can control Static's powers, sometimes causing his magnetic force to rage and become out of control, while other times, his powers simply vanish. Until the sunspots disappear (which is unpredictable), Static has no control over his powers at all.
YOUNG JUSTICE JOINS THE COUNTDOWN EPISODES TOMORROW!!!!!!!!
We're gong from "Independence Day" to "Happy New Year" to "Depths"!!!!!!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
araw Thirty-Four:
Static Shock Episode Nineteen: "Sunspots"
Link: link
Summary:
When sunspots appear, they can control Static's powers, sometimes causing his magnetic force to rage and become out of control, while other times, his powers simply vanish. Until the sunspots disappear (which is unpredictable), Static has no control over his powers at all.
YOUNG JUSTICE JOINS THE COUNTDOWN EPISODES TOMORROW!!!!!!!!
We're gong from "Independence Day" to "Happy New Year" to "Depths"!!!!!!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
SUPER IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF ARROWETTE (CISSIE KING-JONES) APPEARING IN YOUNG JUSTICE.
Okay, here are the facts, confirmed sa pamamagitan ng Greg Weissman himself:
As of 2.05 "Bloodlines" Cissie is 14. Bart is 14.
When asked about Cissie, Greg at first stated Cissie's ten segundo cameo was merely a "taste"
Bart and Cissie had a romantic relationship in the comics.
Cissie King-Jones did appear in "Insecurity". (She was the blonde girl fascinated with Arty saving her dad.
Greg refuses to confirm or deny the archer in the poster is male or female. Though it is most likely male.
GREG WEISSMAN HAS STATED THAT IF ibingiay ENOUGH EPISODES (Season 3/4) CISSIE KING-JONES WILL RETURN AS ARROWETTE!!!!!!
Also: Sme artwork from the guy who does the artwork for YJ:
link
Okay, here are the facts, confirmed sa pamamagitan ng Greg Weissman himself:
As of 2.05 "Bloodlines" Cissie is 14. Bart is 14.
When asked about Cissie, Greg at first stated Cissie's ten segundo cameo was merely a "taste"
Bart and Cissie had a romantic relationship in the comics.
Cissie King-Jones did appear in "Insecurity". (She was the blonde girl fascinated with Arty saving her dad.
Greg refuses to confirm or deny the archer in the poster is male or female. Though it is most likely male.
GREG WEISSMAN HAS STATED THAT IF ibingiay ENOUGH EPISODES (Season 3/4) CISSIE KING-JONES WILL RETURN AS ARROWETTE!!!!!!
Also: Sme artwork from the guy who does the artwork for YJ:
link
Daily Episode
araw Thirty-Five:
Static Shock Episode Eighteen: "Frozen Out"
Link: link
Summary:
During the pasko season, ice and snow blow through Dakota. Static soon realizes it comes from a Bang Baby with cryogenic powers named Permafrost. Permafrost, however, is merely a young homeless, orphaned girl who has mental problems from trauma as a young child, who can not control her powers as they occur when people ignore her as she begs on the streets. Static must somehow convince her to calm down and accept his help.
In two days, Young Justice will be ADDED to the Countdown Episode List. That's right. You'll have an episode of Static and YJ to watch.
BUT IT'LL BE AWESOME!!!!
This is one of my paborito episodes. What about you?
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
araw Thirty-Five:
Static Shock Episode Eighteen: "Frozen Out"
Link: link
Summary:
During the pasko season, ice and snow blow through Dakota. Static soon realizes it comes from a Bang Baby with cryogenic powers named Permafrost. Permafrost, however, is merely a young homeless, orphaned girl who has mental problems from trauma as a young child, who can not control her powers as they occur when people ignore her as she begs on the streets. Static must somehow convince her to calm down and accept his help.
In two days, Young Justice will be ADDED to the Countdown Episode List. That's right. You'll have an episode of Static and YJ to watch.
BUT IT'LL BE AWESOME!!!!
This is one of my paborito episodes. What about you?
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link