Things I Have To Do.

J'adore Austral · 01-23-2011, 12:35 PM

J'adore strolled through Halifax Airport, he was collection more supplies. He had several boxes piled onto a single airport trolley and was having trouble steering it. 'For god's sake!' he hissed as yet another box tumbled off onto the floor, luckily this box was lidded. He picked it up and placed it on the trolley. Stopping to look around, he spotted a suitcase with a strap around it. He was idea struck and paced over to the conveyer belt. He picked it up and attempted to secure the most important boxed to the trolley. After five minutes he was done. He continued till he got to the duty free section. He left his trolley for a second to grab a few scraps of cloth, returning and stuffing them between a red box and a white box. He pushed his trolley to the seats facing the large broken window; he stared out onto the empty runways, past the ‘airplanes’. Today was one of the days he had nothing to do, someone had already finished his chores for him and he was completely clueless of what to do. He didn’t want to go to Cercatori in case he out stayed his welcome and anyway Valinta was fine. There was a thick clang from behind him, he turned around slowly to see who or what it was.

Pripyat Soul · 01-23-2011, 06:19 PM

[html]

SSWM: 501.

Halifax was the easiest to explore. It was right next door to Phoenix Valley and he could be gone for the whole day. At night he could still creep home to find his mother and father safe and warm by the fire. Jefferson would mumble a hello and Geneva would ask him where he had been. Pripyat would hurriedly answer them before scurrying off to his own room, sometimes with trinkets he brought back from the city and sometimes empty handed. His room was cluttered with the things he never quite found a use for, but collected none the less, and no one minded him combing the city and taking what belonged to no one. To go further and find more, to meet more people and learn new things, to finally find a purpose that went out farther than Phoenix Valley was what the boy dreamed of, but he couldn’t bear to go further than Halifax. He had to be home at night, for even when nothing bad happened on the few nights he hadn’t gone home, he hadn’t the conviction to forget his mother and father for even one night.

So it was Halifax again that day, and particularly the airport just outside the city. Pripyat had been there once before, but it had been a short visit as the sun had already been weary and getting ready to settle in for the night. Now he would have ample time to recover whatever treasures where there. Such as the large metal box he had found. Luggage of some sort, laid aside and forgotten in haste by some human being long since dead. The steel box however was securely sealed, the lock rusted shut and try as Pripyat might no amount of fiddling with the lock yielded any results. He poked a stick in the lock, only to have the flimsy wooden piece break off and be jammed in the hole. The boy tried in vain to pry open the box with his fingers, but rusted metal came away with his grip and he was losing patience. As he moved along, looking here and there and not really paying any attention to where he was going, the idea came to him.

The box landed with a loud clang again the floor and the top flew off, spilling the contents. Molded green paper with strange human heads came flying out, a long necklace of white stones, and a ring with a large shiny rock atop. Great. Just garbage then. The boy kicked at the ring, sending it flying across the ground and towards the feet of… who was that and why hadn’t noticed the man before? Clearing his throat and looking somewhat sheepishly for kicking the useless thing at the man, he bowed he head and called out. "Ah, hello there. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. " Looking up he noticed all that the man had piled on the weird contraption with wheels. "Um, do you need any help with that?"

J'adore Austral · 01-24-2011, 01:32 PM

J'adore lifted his head to see who had arrived. 'No, not with this stuff. But if you want to help I still have a few bits of crap to find' he smiled, beckoning the stranger over. The Spaniard picked up the ring and muttered, 'Nice piece of crap you found there'. J'adore had a list of things he need that reached the length of his arm, hypothetically. He had found the scarecrows clothes, the hay was at home, but the chimes he needed were still missing. If you could count something you never found as missing. The golden boy mentally shrugged and turned to the stranger, 'J'adore Austral' he introduced himself, 'Et vous?' he asked his new friend. He frowned down at the ring, 'Do you want his? 'Cause if you don't...' It was a very pretty piece of junk, but if the guy wanted it, he had found it first. Halifax was an interesting place to be, the structure was loose and dangerous, but since J'adore was light, he got away most time without injury. His wounds had healed quickly and he was able to move faster and better than he had been when he ventured to the Dahlian borders.

Pripyat Soul · 01-24-2011, 04:57 PM

[html]

SSWM: 344.

The man turned and Pripyat was relieved to see a smile upon the stranger’s face. In reality all of his chance encounters but one had been pleasant, but the one that hadn’t been left its mark on the boy. That one encounter had made him realize that others could be hostile, aggressive, nasty… and all for no reason. Who could blame the lad for being a little weary of those he didn’t already know? Yet this man was friendly enough and without the awkward getting to know you questions began to talk right away. He inspected the ring Pripyat had kicked across the ground and complimented it, to which Pripyat only shrugged. It was a useless ring of metal with a silly shiny rock atop it. Who would want something like that?

The man introduced himself and spoke words Pripyat had never heard before, but the context was easy enough to understand. "Ah, I’m Pripyat Soul. From Phoenix Valley." As if where he had come from mattered Pripyat couldn’t help but include that in his introduction. Many that he meant seemed to know of the Valley pack and at times it was helpful if they knew a bit about the boy. Yet J’adore didn’t seemed concerned with anything but searching for junk which he piled high on the trolley, and Pripyat shrugged when he asked about the ring. “You can have it, I don’t need it.” If he found anything he wanted that would be lucky, for although he came home with trinkets often they weren’t always useful and very rarely made him happy past the initial discovery.

Pripyat shuffled closer to the man and his pile of treasures, his eyes scanning it and wondering what the man could possibly want with all this stuff? Questioningly he turned to the man, asking a question different than the one he really wanted answered but feeling that if he knew what he was looking for perhaps he could guess at what the man was doing with all the stuff. “What exactly are you still looking for?”

J'adore Austral · 01-25-2011, 04:45 PM

He nodded as Pripyat said his name, 'Cool name, I've been there...' he smiled. Even though Luperci had not concieved the concept of radioactive, they knew from experience it was bad to stay there to long, and that the human building 'Chernobyl' was off limits. Apparantly a wolf had gone in there and developed a illness and died. Painite... J'adore thought, he had only seen a few specimens in Europe, but he was sure this was the same, only smaller, on a ring, and shaped squarish. He slipped it on his finger and smiled,'Well, right now I only need a few small metal pipes, a few milimetres in diameter, varying lengths...' he smiled again. Routing through a box he found a small windchime, 'Like this' he said flicking it and letting make a small ringing sound. What he needed really were a few, maybe about fifty, small windchime type pieces of metal. These were for Skye's scarecrow, he was happy to construct this in some return for being allowed to keep a careful white eye on his soon to be family. He wasn't bothered whether he got anything materiel for his services, peace of mind was all he required.

Pripyat Soul · 01-26-2011, 02:30 PM

[html]

SSWM: 409 .

Pripyat tilted his head a little as J’adore commented on his name. He had been there? Been where? Pripyat had never questioned Geneva on why she had chosen the Pripyat for her only living son, and she had never just told him. It hadn’t come up. There had been no reason for it. It was just a name, after all. Right? Like Jefferson. Or Geneva. Or J’adore. Pripyat thought then, how Jefferson’s name wasn’t really Jefferson. It had been something else. Maluki. He had picked Jefferson after reading it off a sign. A place. Was he just a place too? "Been where? Pripyat?" It was strange to say his own name outside on an introduction and the word now seem foreign on his tongue. And then after some thought, because maybe names were more than just names after all. "Does J’adore mean something?" Did all names mean something? Pripyat had never really given it too much thought, for he had never had to any anything or anyone ever.

Ocean eyes considered the length of metal in J’adore’s hands as the man explained what he was looking for. There was plenty of rubbish like that lying around, if one only looked. Pripyat remembered kicked some metal pipes down the streets of Halifax during one of his earliest visits to the city, but surely it would be impossible to track down those now. Better to just look where they were now, in the airport. Surely they would find something. Meandering over to a pile of fallen in wall, Pripyat began to pick through the rubble. "What do you need this all for anyway? " Surely if he was going to help look he could ask that, couldn’t he?

Finding nothing but brick and cinder block in the pile he was at the silver boy moved further from J’adore, looking back to the man every once in a while to make sure he was still there. Eventually he came up with something metal, though it wasn’t quite round. It was long and hollow, but square in shape and made out of steel. When he tapped it with a rock it made a not unpleasant clang. Bringing it to the man, he felt silly offering it to the man who wanted round metal pipes, but maybe it was acceptable. Holding up the steel object his voice was hopeful, but he was ready to cast it aside and continue his search, "What about this?"

J'adore Austral · 01-26-2011, 02:48 PM

'Y'huh, Pripyat is a city in Ukraine, in Europe. It's next to Russia' J'adore nodded. Pripyat, the city, had been eerie when he visited only a few wolves and other animals lived there and most stayed indoors. 'Yes, J'adore means love...' he shrugged at his name, his mother had named him, a tad soppy, but it had a nice ring to it. J'adore started to rummage in the rubble for what he need when the boy asked him what use he had of these pipes, 'I'm making a scarecrow for a friend, the pipes will hit each other in the breeze and, hopefully, make noise and scare the birds off'. He ended with a gracious smile. His smiles were generally a sign he was comfortable around you and felt you were no danger, if he was giving you the right smile however. If he was smirking or grinning manically that was probably bad. In this case it was his usual happy, with a hint of gratefulness. Pripyat spoke and the Spaniard made his way over to him, meeting him halfway. It wasn't a cylinder, but the sound it had made was the right one, but he tapped it again with his one to be sure. It made a clear, loud and metallic ringing sound; yes it was the right thing. He repeated his thoughts again for the boy, 'Yes, things like that, anything that makes that sound will do' he smiled again, in praise and general contentedly. To be honest he wasn't bothered about shape, more about sound and if the item would scare off birds if it slammed against another similar item in the wind. J'adore placed the object in the box he left on the floor, and returned to his pile of rubble to search more. 'If you need to check something, just pick something out of the box and bang them together. You know the sound they should make' he said without turning round.

Pripyat Soul · 01-26-2011, 09:14 PM

[html]

SSWM: 334 .

The man answered his question, but it only raised another. Pripyat was in Ukraine. In Europe. Next to Russia. None of these words meant anything to the boy, who had no use for the titles humans had given to landmasses, as if they owned them and could label them. Could claim them and split them up and draw invisible boundaries as if they meant something. As if they could make new places out of the one and only place that had existed long before they ever had. Planet Earth. What more was there than that. And yet all Pripyat could say was "Where is Europe?" fully expecting the answer to only confuse him more.

The man was patient and answered the other questions Pripyat threw at him. J'adore meant love and he was building a scarecrow for a friend. Without thinking, again showing how sheltered he was or rather, how little concern he had for human concepts that had nothing to do with his life now, his voice called out again, hoping the man wasn't growing weary with the seemingly endless inquires Pripyat came up with. "What’s a scare crow? Why would you want to scare off the birds?" Wouldn't it be easier to hunt them if one didn't scare them first? If they just crept up and hunting them?

And yet Pripyat continued looking, paying close attention to the demonstration J'adore gave with the pipes, clanking them together to produce a loud metallic sound. Rummaging through more discards materials from a world Pripyat would never experience firsthand he came up with another steel square pipe and two round ones, although one was heavy and perhaps made of lead. Clicking the three of them together as J'adore did he found the last one did not produce the same kind of sound and he discarded it, looking at the growing pile of chimes that had collected. "How many do you need?" And then his mouth snapped shutting, realizing he had yet again asked another question.

J'adore Austral · 01-27-2011, 03:54 PM

J'adore picked up his bag and he took out a map and a pencil and put a single dot where Nova Scotia was, and another were the Ukraine was. 'There' he announced handing over the map. Pripyat spoke again a question for him, 'My friend gardens and the birds eat her seedlings, they can't grow if their inside a bird' he laughed, a grin spreading up his features like wildfire. The iberian male didn't mind the questions, it was nice to speak while working, it built friendships in the end. 'Depends, fifty perhaps...' he said chucking another item into the bow, it fell with a solid clang. They worked till the box was practically over flowing. 'Hmm, I think we've got enough... Thank you' J'adore smiled. He didn't what the boy to be working all day, his help was accepted and he had fufilled his part, why should he be held any longer. Unless he wanted to help more. But perhaps his parents were looking for him, 'Won't you folks we looking for you?' Maybe they wouldn't. He was old enough to be alone for a while and he wasn't far from his pack. If roles were reversed and Pripyat was the AniWayan pup, then that would be sketchy. But as it stood, he imagined he was fine where he was, he was here after all.

Pripyat Soul · 01-27-2011, 05:30 PM

[html]

SSWM: 362 .

Pripyat squinted at the map as J’adore explained that birds ate seeds and that seeds could grow into useful things. His mind wandered back and forth between the two concepts. The blue of the map was the ocean then, and didn’t Phoenix Valley grow the grass and hay for their livestock? They didn’t grow anything else he was aware of, and how long would it take to cross the ocean? Often times he had stood on the shores staring out across the water, and he had never seen any land on the other side. Without any further questions Pripyat went back to looking for metal chimes and only stopped once J’adore announced that they had enough. Surveying the large bin of chimes Pripyat nodded and smiled in satisfaction. Although it hadn’t been for him he felt productive and he was sure J’adore appreciated the help. And even if he didn’t, at least Pripyat was doing good in this world rather than bad, and that was really what mattered.

"Oh, you’re welcome. Where are you taking all this stuff?" It was a lot of material to haul about and Pripyat wondered if J’adore had very far to go. To take it to Phoenix Valley would be easy enough, the pack was close by, but Pripyat knew that wherever J’adore was off to it was probably farther than that. His ears perked as J’adore questioned whether his parents would be looking for him or not. The answer was not, Geneva and Jefferson both felt the boy was older enough now to wander a bit and he had never given his parents any real reason to worry over his whereabouts. He had always come home, eventually. "Ah, no. They don’t mind me leaving the pack lands." After all, even if he wasn’t quite a full year he had an adult rank and didn’t that give him the same privileges as any other adult of Phoenix Valley? Maybe not, but Pripyat went under the assumption it did. “Do you, ah, need any more help? Maybe I can help carry all this back for you?” For whatever reason, the boy didn’t feel like returning home just yet.

J'adore Austral · 01-28-2011, 04:42 PM

'My pack AniWaya, it's a bit far from here but if you'd like to help you can carry it till you want to stop?' he smiled picking up the box and pouring the contents into an cloth bag. It would be easier to carry. When he was Pripyat's age, his parents would let him travel up to the mountains on his own. The journey took him a few days and he would camp there and return a week later. His parents didn't mind, he was average size, abnormally fast and reasonably strong. His parents were certain he'd be fine. Now he thought about it, it was darn irisponsible and he'd never do that to his own family. He suppose that was what set his itch to move about. What, in the end, evolved him with thin, muscled legs and a lithe, tall body. His ears were adapted for the warmth, he giggled to himself. Warmth? In Canada? No, his mind meant the Southern Spanish heat. 'You've been very helpful' J'adore praised, running a surveying hand through his earth-tinted mane. It was now styled in a way in which it hung out of his eyeline, and most of it fell down his strong neck. He put a hand to his chest and fiddled with the 'JA & VL' charm. He had found a small disc of metal and crudely scratched the initals in, deep enough for the to last. He now wore it all the time. Actually his 'bling' came for the 'paint pack'. His charm, even though the AniWayan had crafted it himself, was part of a pair to which Valinta held the other half, and the earring which Sky had supplied him with when she had pierced his ear.

Pripyat Soul · 01-30-2011, 01:35 PM

[html]

SSWM: 439.

Aniwaya. The word was strange and foreign, the boy couldn't remember hearing the name before although he might have once or twice and just not committed it to memory. Pripyat vaguely knew of the other packs, but he was only really familiar with the nearest ones. Inferni. Dahlia de Mai. Anathema. Cour des Miracles. They were the four that surrounded Phoenix Valley, the others were farther and past the small range Pripyat Soul had made of the lands outside of his own pack so far. He hadn't even ventured as far as either Anathema or Cour des Miracles, he simply knew that they were out there, somewhere close by. It was rare he ran into anyone from the further packs, for unless they had a reason to come out this way most pack wolves stuck close to home. It would be exciting to travel with this man, as far as he pleased for J'adore assured him he had no obligation to continue on if the young man wished to turn back. Pripyat considered it good fortune that not only had J'adore been out this way forging for scraps but also that he had run into the man and quickly befriended him. He wasn't about to waste such an opportunity to help another being and see new sights.

"Okay. I don't mind if it's a bit far. I would love to help you carry it." Ocean eyes watched as the man dumped his load into a large cloth sack and Pripyat assumed that they would just both carry an end of the sack, sharing the weight of the load. You've been very helpful. The praise caught up the boy for a moment, he was use to hearing such words from many of his pack members, his mother, and even his father from time to time, but to head such words from almost a near stranger wasn't odd but unexpected. Others had praised his politeness, his warmth, his good humor, but never his helpfulness. It felt good to be acknowledged in such a manner and his words came out stammered. "Ah, th-thank you." Just then he wished it had been Jefferson praising his helpfulness, but he quickly blotted out the desire. He knew that his gruff father was proud and happy with him, even if the man had trouble verbalizing it from time to time. Eyeing the man as he toyed with his charm the young boy lifted up an end of the sack and smiled at the man, "Ready?" and he waited for the man to lead the way, because in all honesty Pripyat didn't know which way Aniwaya was.

J'adore Austral · 02-02-2011, 12:14 PM

J'adore lead Pripyat to his home, the walk didn't take as long as he first thought. He nudged open he door and set his boxes down with a thud. 'Shove that there' he said pointing to a clear spot on the ground for Pripyat to lay his load. 'Thanks for your help...' he said as he scanned the room. His house was untidy, but it was nothing that couldn't be sorted and it was only boxes that cluttered up his floor. He was house proud, his house was in a nice spotand wasn't that long of a walk to the other huts. It was roomy and safe as well. 'You can head off now, I have to sort all this out' he smiled and started to unpack his boxes, there were six in total. One was filled with cloth, another with Skye's chimes, one full of bottles and jars, the next with paper, the fifth one was full of random trinkets, the last was full of books. J'adore started on his books first, picking a few up from the floor and carrying the box to the large sturdy bookcase that ran along the left wall, he arranged them and as soon as the box was empty he returned to the table. He pulled the box of bottles and jar towards him, picked it up and pushed it under the table. is cabin wa slooking tidier every second.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?