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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 3, 2012, 4:15 pm
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(This is the inserted story from the starbucks portion of the "A
stroll in the night" thread.)
“I have a very ….. muchiness story for you…. It goes back
farther than we last met, but I have never told you the
beginning. Only a few know it, but you should the most.
Once upon a time there was a young mocking bird who was inside
an egg in a nest made not of sturdy twig, nor on branches high.
The lack of security of this nest made way for a serpent to come
calling. It slithered into his nest, swallowed up his mother,
and frightening his father away. The egg hatched only in time to
see these things, and it was all the new bird knew. The small
mockingbird could not fight such a witty and devious opponent
that could slither its way into the heart of his hearth and
home. So he fled. He jumped the nest and ran. He did not fly for
he had only just hatched into the realness of the world, and did
not know how yet.
He ran deep through the forest floor away from the protection of
the tree branches.
His only friend for a great number of days was hunger. He found
some worms in the ground, but they were always the discarded
fallen bits animals high up in the branches dropped after having
gathered too many for themselves. These small bits of old worm
poisoned his body, causing him to be sick, but he became
resistant to the rot quickly.
One night as he hopped across the forest floor, a fox found him
gathering bits of discarded bugs. The fox offered him some of
the fowl he had just caught. The mocking bird ate heavily.
The fox said he had many more bits of fresh food without rot for
the mockingbird. The bird, new to the world, and young of mind,
knew not the foxes plan.
“Follow me” said the fox. The mocking bird trailed him to the
fox’s din, nestled on the side of a ledge, all the while, the
fox showing him compassion and affection, a first for the small
bird.
Once inside the din, the small bird noticed beautiful feathers
that adorned the den, all very beautiful. He did not notice
that the feathers matched his own.
The fox pounced upon the bird, injuring him. Frantically
searching the den, the young bird found an open window. As he
used his unhindered leg to scratch at one of the fox’s eyes, he
jumped to the window ledge and leaped out; forgetting how far
down the ledge went. He panicked and waved his wings around.
He fell.
And he fell.
Wind swept away all other thoughts as he realized his nature,
and spread out his wings. Immediately, the wind took hold
beneath his wings and at the last moment he soared out into the
sky.
He had never known such freedom, yet he felt like he had flown
many life times worth before. It was natural in this height. The
bird flew far away back to the density of the forest.
Now the little bird could catch the worms before they fell to
the ground. He would follow other birds, hidden, and swoop by
gracefully as they dropped their already out of mind scraps.
At some point he became good at making noises that scared the
birds. This caused more fresh juicy bugs to be dropped. He
envied the other birds who had been taught by their parents how
to fly and hunt. Yet he was content with what he had.
Until one morning, when he saw a bird putting something shiny
and stunning in their nest. He did not know how or where to
retrieve such beauties. So the little bird used his tricky voice
calls to lure the bird away from his nest and he borrowed the
shiny. Just for a little while. Which turned into forever, for
he forgot where the other bird nested.
The bird began to see other birds with shinnies like his own.
Big ones, small ones, sharp ones, dull ones. He didn’t want all
of them, just the small ones. Shiny things that would not be
missed were his craving now, having learned to achieve large
meals easily.
He decided he wanted to share his shinnies with someone and went
looking for his father he never new. He tracked down his father
and found him inside a nest made strong and high, with a new
lady bird at his side. Anger filled the little mocking bird, as
the father had not come to find him, but instead pretend he and
his mother did not exists. The mocking bird saw that the nest
was near a fire red cat. The cat looked hungry, and the mocking
bird knew the cat would ruin the nest. He knew his father could
fly fast away, he did it before, but he worried for the lady
bird. So he made a bird call to lure the lady bird away with his
tricky voice, and lured the fire red cat to the nest. The fire
red cat did more than the mocking bird intended, and destroyed
both the nest and swallowed up his father.
Afraid of what he did the mockingbird flew away, returning to
his daily routines, and pretending it did not happen.
One day he found the shiniest thing he ever saw. It was an
entire glistening sheet of intricately woven silk thread,
glistening with dew. He saw no beast, so used no tricky calls to
lure anything away first. He got too close though and his wing
became stuck in the sturdy web.
Then a whisper came from the shadows. “What are you doing in my
home?” she asked. Seeing other animals bluff their strength when
in danger was the only thing that came to mind. “Just flying
through”, he said in the smoothest tone he could chirp.
Then the eight black eyes came from out of the shadows. “Are you
not afraid? I could eat you?” hissed the spider through
whispered words. “I know you won’t”, lied the mocking bird.
The spider and the bird called each other’s bluff, resulting in
nothing happening, at least nothing bad. The maternal side of
the spider saw in the bird something the bird saw in the spider,
potential companionship.
The spider and the bird decided to live close to each other. For
the spider had not had a male counterpart yet, and had no babies
to birth, so she made do with an injured young bird for a son.
She shared her meals with the bird, and although he was okay
with rotten food, her particular feeding styles would kill him.
So before injecting the venom into her prey she would set aside
some of her catches.
The bird was going through the forest one day when he found a
young puppy made of solid gold, all the way to her heart. She
was playing in the dirt. The bird was immediately enraptured by
the beauty of this shiny, knowing that with this shiny he would
need no other. This was the day the bird stopped borrowing
shinnies for himself, and only for others. Gifts he would learn
to call them.
He and the golden puppy became friends that day. They had many
wondrous adventures together, and he would also share these with
the spider. He saw the sadness in the spiders eye when a male
spider came into that part of the forest, but had not braved the
fertile yet dangerous matting. He knew that the spider who
whispered would not devour the male spider, and so he used his
special voice to put just a small amount of ambiance to the
moment as the spider stalked close by.
To his delight the tricks worked and the spider who whispers
started to weave a sack for her back, a large one. She had mated
so well she was going to birth twice as many young ones as
normal.
On one of those happy days, there was a monster of steal and
jagged tooth who came to the forest and threatened to fall every
single tree, including the one the spider nested in.
A ruby and black serpent appeared, not the same as the one of
his birth, but forked tongue never the less. The snake promised
to save the spiders nest if the bird would give him the egg sack
for dinner.
Not knowing that the spider had a plan of her own to escape her
untimely demise, the mocking bird agreed. So the serpent
slithered into the steal monster with jagged teeth and guided it
away from the tree that contained the nest. When the serpent
came back to collect his side of the bargain, the young mocking
bird broke his oath and had began to flee with the spider.
Though not fast enough for the serpent hissed out his vow to
never show the spider peace until his reward was given.
The spider who whispered cursed the mocking bird, and left him.
The male spider, having risked much to create this progeny,
tried to slay the bird, but the bird, able to fly so high
escaped the reach of the male spider.
The bird flew far, and fast, not resting until far away. Weeping
as he sadly left his golden and whispering friends.
The bird knew he had to make it up to his only friends so he
searched high and low for shinnies worthy of his wrongs against
the golden puppy and the whispering spider. He came close enough
one day, when he saw a shiny brass knob growing out of a big
mahogany tree. He plucked it out and for the first time he had
gained a shiny without borrowing.
He found the golden puppy again and gave her the shiny tree
knob, and before many words could be exchanged, he flew away
knowing he had to get another one for the whispering spider.
The little bird flew to a new forest, this one a stone forest,
with trees that shot out in the sky higher than any tree he saw
before.
He adapted quickly and went back to using his tricky voice to
garner food scraps and look for the right shiny for the
whispering spider.
One such shiny he found was located inside the head of a bat. A
vampire bat, who was in fact quite batty indeed. The bat
intrigued the bird, and the bird intrigued the bat. Together
they found entertainment and the mocking bird became very
nocturnal to be able to better stay in the company of the bat.
For you see, the batty bat loved bird blood, but he could never
quite get a hold of them when going about it with normal
hunting, and the bird came to find the bat had a following of
birds, who he would scare away predators for, in exchange for
small sips of their blood. The bloodletting never hurt, and in
some weird way, the bird liked it.
One day the golden puppy came into the stone forest. The bird
knew this forest was dangerous and cold, and did not want
anything to happen to the golden puppy. So making the deal for
her and the bat in advance he went to lead the golden puppy to
the safety of the batty bat.
The bat knew upon seeing the golden puppy for himself, that
there were dangers in the forest he could not scare away, and
longed for her golden heart. He knew of a place though, where
dreams come true, and where nothing can be found. He led the
golden puppy, and the mocking bird who refused to leave her
side, to the special place where dreams come true and nothing
can be found.
The batty bat, the mocking bird, and the golden dog lived in
that special place for a great while, all the way until the
first true sunrise of the stone forest. The sunrise that cleared
away many who were dangerous to the golden puppy. So the batty
bat let both the mocking bird and the golden dog out and told
them to flee and never set foot in the cold stone forest again.
The golden puppy heard a call one night from her master, and she
hurried off in the night meaning with all intention to return to
the mocking bird who was her friend. But her master kept her
busy a long time, and the mocking bird was sad.
Alone again the mocking bird began to return to his ways of
tricky calls and persuading voice to get shinnies and bugs. The
mocking bird’s heart was hollow and empty now, for the golden
heart of the golden puppy had filled it with such joy for so
long, he had forgotten how to fill it himself.
He became disgruntled with the life he lived and flew out into
the air high above the oceans. Vowing to not stop until his
heart stopped hurting from emptiness, or he stopped finding
strength to beat his wings.
Many nights passed. With no food, sleep or water, the bird flew
faster and farther pushing himself beyond the horizon of the
ocean.
The days bled together, and the endless ocean encircled him,
matching the clear blue sky and disorienting him until he no
longer remembered anything, and knowing nothing but emptiness.
Waking up on land he did not remember arriving. Vivid memories
of being swept up in the waves, but of sea or air he could not
tell them apart, they were all just a blurred dream for him.
This strange new land had trees unlike any he saw before, and
animals that were slightly different looking than him. They even
made different noises than any he heard before, but luckily he
was a mocking bird, and he picked up the songs of the birds in
this foreign land quickly and exactly.
He made a new friend here, a small squirrel who was wasted away
otherwise a fat porky belly. Bushy tail was her name and she
taught the mocking bird how to navigate the new land, and the
mocking bird taught the young bushy tail how to sing. Together
they ran through the new forest, gathering food, for both their
emaciated forms.
One evening while mocking bird was busy using his tricky calls
to get a big juicy caterpillar, a one eyed fox happened upon the
small weak, but kind bushy tail. Promising food, the fox took
bushy tail to a small cave in the strange new forest.
When the mocking bird came back to give bushy tail the
caterpillar, he could not find her anywhere. He searched high
and low in the forest, but could not, no matter how load he
squawked, find her. As night fell he refused to give up, scared
for his little friend, but also hoping it was a surprise
hide-and-seek game.
He was flying over a small cave opening when he heard crying and
flew down inside to see what was happening, letting bushy tail
and the game of hide and seek fade from his mind for a moment.
What he saw froze him all the way down to his unfilled heart.
The one eyed fox had stolen and gobbled up the squirrel’s bushy
tail!
Immediately the mocking bird pecked at the un-expecting fox’s
remaining eye, and dug at his throat. The fox yelped, and the
only thing that stayed the final pecking that would cut deep
into a critical part of his neck, was the markings in this den
that there had been more than one fox.
“Are there more like you?” screeched the mocking bird in the
deepest scariest tricky voice he could muster.
“yesss” gurgled the fox through spouts of blood, “I can show you
were they are, just don’t kill me”, said the fox not knowing
that his assailant was only a small young mocking bird.
“I promise” replied the mocking bird. After the fox gave the
information to the other fox dens, and how they coordinated, the
mocking bird pecked him to death. And he pecked him beyond
death. When he split open the fox’s belly he found the serpent
who killed his mother. Only after pecking the snake to death,
did he turn his sight to the watching non-bushy tail bushy tail.
The fox had taken not just a physical piece of her, but her name
too. The mocking bird felt something wriggle inside his tummy.
She cried for weeks over the loss of her tail, and of her name.
The mocking bird tried to coax her out of her misery, but to no
avail. She refused food and water. The small pile of lifeless
skin and bones he discovered in her place one morning was all
that would remain of his new friend: Bushy Tail.
The mocking bird went many days singing the songs of mourning
both for his empty aching heart, and for bushy tail. His song
caught the attention of a monkey. The monkey was red of fur and
eye and came to the mocking bird in the night. “Oh sad, sad
little mocking bird, why are do you mourn?” asked the red
monkey. “For a golden heart I will never have and the stolen
bushy tail” wept the mockingbird.
“What is wrong with your heart that a golden one is needed”
asked the red monkey. “My heart is empty, hollow and aching. I
need the golden heart to live” wept the mockingbird.
“Today must be a lucky day for you, for I know a magical
fountain that fills empty hearts. Its magic eases aching and
makes them golden” replied the red monkey. “Show me this
fountain please, for I will surly die without it!” begged the
mockingbird.
The red monkey and the mockingbird traveled away from the
strange forest, or weird noises and strange trees. They came to
the edge of the sea where the mocking bird had arrived, and they
made a deal with a giant turtle to let them hide in his shell
and be taken across the sea. The red monkey and he spent many
days at sea, and the mockingbird remembered his journey here and
the pain of losing bushy tail.
The turtle let them off at the stone forest and the red monkey
led the mocking bird through it and the bird remembered locking
away the golden puppy and understood he did so to protect her
golden heart for himself.
The red monkey guided him over many hills, and plains, and over
mountains until they reached the forest of his hatching and into
the abandoned den of the now no eyed fox. Here he saw the
feathers that matched his own and knew that it was okay to hurt,
if it saves others, and he felt the wriggling in his tummy
increase until he regurgitated up a small baby snake, the
progeny of the snake who ate his mother. The mockingbird wanted
to kill it, to peck at it and eat it, but he knew that if he did
the snake would only grow back again and wriggle in his tummy.
So he watched the tiny snake writhe and no matter how many times
it bit the mocking bird, he did not peck and eat it. The tiny
snake made the bird bleed with its cuts, but the mocking bird
just waited.
Eventually the tiny snake died of exhaustion and withered away
on the floor of the den. The red monkey then guided the mocking
bird back to his empty nest that was made not of sturdy twig,
nor on branches high. Here he remembered the fire red cat he
lured to his father’s new nest, and wept. He told the red monkey
about what he had done. The red monkey let the mocking bird
weep, but did not leave him.
The mockingbird knew and accepted then that he must take
responsibility for his actions, and knew no shiny could make it
up. He wanted to give himself to the fire red cat, as penance,
but knew that it would serve no good. The red monkey told him
that he could embrace the rest of his life in a new way,
instead, and said “we are very close to the magical fountain I
spoke of. Are you ready? You must no longer crave other golden
hearts, even if yours becomes gold no more, or empties again,
you must only come back to this fountain.”
“I am ready” said the mockingbird.
The red monkey pointed out his finger down to the ground below
the nest, and motioned for the mocking bird to go. The mocking
bird flew down and saw only a small puddle of water from the
recent rain. “This is only a puddle, it is no fountain” he said
wearily.
“Look in it, and you will see the magic work” said the red
monkey.
The mocking bird looked into the puddle and saw himself. His
heart instantly filled up and overflowed, turning to gold, and
no longer ached. He began to dance and sing and use his tricky
voice to make beautiful music right there in the forest floor.
He knew now the fountain that could turn hearts to gold, and
fill the empty and heal the hurting could be found anywhere.
Simon is quiet for a while as the sounds of the starbucks
continue unabated. “The mocking bird learned that he could not
delay finding the golden dog, but this time not to use her heart
to fill his in, but to share their golden hearts with each
other.”
(end inserted story)
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 3, 2012, 4:52 pm
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(OOC: I'm going to have so much fun with this. ^_^)
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 3, 2012, 6:29 pm
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"that was so beautiful. i guess i did miss a lot of your life.
there are a lot of things i didn't know about you. but now that
we are here together we have all the time we need to talk about
it. im glad that you got your own golden heart it makes me
happy, but just know that no matter what you always did have and
will have mine."
she hugs him and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 3, 2012, 7:02 pm
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[font=andale mono]((OOC: Aaaaannd.....diabetes! lol)) [/font]
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 3, 2012, 7:14 pm
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(OOC: u need insulin? lol)
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 3, 2012, 7:56 pm
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(OOC: yall are awesome!)
the scene returns to the bookstore, as Kay and Simon sit cuddled
on the couch reading through books they found in the back.
Currently they are reading through a Midsummers night dream
together just in case.
Which turns out to be Kay reading to Simon.... unknown to Kay
his GED is not on the legit side.
"Why do you think this book in particular was requested?" asked
Simon at the beginning of act two.
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 3, 2012, 8:10 pm
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"hmm... not sure. i don't think it is to show us his sunny
disposition. i also don't think it has to do with his romantic
side either. since he is so convinced that we are going to die
im surprised he didn't pick romeo and Juliet. seems more fitting
wouldn't you agree?"
she laughs slightly.
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 3, 2012, 8:18 pm
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smiling wide from the sentiment "I will make a deal with you, if
one of us thinks the other dead, wait at least 5 min to make
sure, if the other one just has to kill themselves."
"From the number of people running around chasing tail so to
speak, do you think he is trying to say something about our
relationship?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 3, 2012, 8:35 pm
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"pun intended? that or he has something to do with the faeries.
when we did this play in my high school we did research on the
different characters and the character of Puck had hooves just
like that guy. so maybe that guys is a Fey? it would explain why
he found us. don't fey give off a certain energy so that fey can
find each other?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 3, 2012, 10:59 pm
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"Me? make a pun, your so silly."
"Well we can see each other, fey I mean, and I am sure that
anyone who can see into the dreaming has a real hard time
noticing us. Yes they both have hooves and that would make
sense, but why would a famous fey like the one in this story be
..... well..... so much of a dick? Lets see if we can play it
out to figure it out"
"Okay lets see"
Simon jumps off the couch and strikes a very exaggerated pose
that some how incorporates sauntering and the essence of David
Bowie combined. Simon says in the copper heads voice exactly "I
am in the modern day, I hate people who are in love, and I
probably eat babies."
Simon then prances around with a smile, and says in the same
voice but a happy british version "I am in the days of old,
getting couples together, what jolly good fun. I get into
trouble some times but its all for a laugh. Oh that man over
there has the head of an ass oh hoo hoo, tee hee."
Simon pauses waiting for Kay to brainstorm some ideas on how A
came from B.
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