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Wings, hammer, and surfboard
Topic Started: August 1, 2015, 8:38 am (175 Views)
Matthew
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Character: Urbane
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



Thirty two steps into their adventure and Holly realized he had already lost Josh. That was a new record. He hadn't lost anyone that quickly since that time he had stolen a cop's wallet and lost him within twenty steps. To be fair the cop was old and slow, and he had used his powers to pound a man hole cover to dust and drop through it. But still. Josh was trying to make a new record here! And he hadn't stolen anything from the guy!

"Whatcha looking at Wings?" Mulholland asked as he back-stepped exactly thirty two steps so he was even with his fellow shopping mutant. A news paper. Ugh. Current news. Holly had enough of old news whenever he used his powers. Keeping up with current events just depressed him. If they were large enough to make an impact he would someday hit on them while using his powers anyway. So why find out about them second hand in someone's writing? He could just get the first hand account straight from someone's own perspective who had been there. You didn't even think about news the same way after comparing the edited words on paper version to the in your head as if you were there version. You didn't get nightmares from a newspaper after all...

"It'll be old news soon," Holly commented dismissively. He saw the word mutant and it was enough. Probably another attack. Another death. They would someday end up in the parking lot or field it happened in. He would get to see yet another death through yet another victim or killer's eyes. Why focus on it now? They couldn't do anything about it anyway.

"So a surf board huh? I dunno why you want one, but whatever, I have no issue with the chill surfer dude vibe, best shot is a sporting goods store... let's check the directory, yeah?" Holly did not wait for a response, instead he literally reached the nearest wall directory with a hop, skip, and jump. "Lemme see... we are HERE," he indicated the large red YOU ARE HERE arrow on the map. "We wanna be...." Mulholland scanned the map and saw two large sporting goods stores. "Here or here, I say we go with Old MacDonald Had a Kayak, instead of Sports Authority," Authority wasn't his style at all. Plus he was walking around with country folk. The first store all but screamed that they had to go there! Plus kayaks went in water and so did surf boards. It was like some bored writer had created a store just for them!!

Holly grabbed Josh's hand and started to drag him in the direction they had to go. He had lost him once already, he had no plans to do so again! "They are hidden away? Doesn't it hurt?" Holly asked as he dragged, wandering back to the topic of wings again as if the topic had been the one they were discussing all along.



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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


Josh was contrite for how lost he had gotten in the newspaper article. For how much it had let himself be distracted from his partner in crime or at least, in shopping. Holly deserved better than to be ignored and cast aside for the mere photo of... well... an angel. That was what she looked like. A pure, shining angel. Still, Holly deserved better. And just like Lewis (to whom Josh had already compared the older boy earlier), Holly probably wouldn't rest poking, prodding, pulling or verbally nudging until he had regained the full attention of whoever he was trying to talk to. Talk at. It never had seemed to matter much to Luis, and it didn't seem to matter much to Holly either. Usually, trained and honed as he was by wrangling seeming herds of little ones, Josh was pretty good at keeping his attention at least apparently cast their way, making all the right moves and sounds and reactions that let them think he was still listening to them, raptly and full of interest. Obviously, he had never before been distracted by the image of a real life angel so this might have caused his failure at keeping up pretenses.

At least, Holly didn't seem one to hold a grudge. In fact, he was right back to chatting away amicably, even going so far as to reinforce the nickname he had bestowed upon Josh.

Whatcha looking at, Wings?

Well... wings! Exactly that. That was exactly what he had been looking at.

Josh didn't say that though, especially not when Holly seemed little interested in whatever article might have captured Josh's attention. He merely shrugged. "Dun rightly know 'til Ah get a chance t' get a better look." he quipped, thinking how that was nothing but the pure and honest truth. Was she a fake, a fabricated mutant photo, used for a scare (or a dare)? Or was she as real as he was himself? He’d likely have nightmares about these news, about seeing her for real only to then watch her strip away her wings and laugh in his face at having thought that someone might be like him. He pushed the thought away, focused instead on Holly returning them to Josh’s first shopping wish – the surfboard.

“Yeah, a surfboard.” he chuckled with a shrug. “Ah dun rightly know if’n Ah am or Ah ain’t a surfer dude though Ah might give it a try. But no, the surfboard ain’t fer me. Kurt’s asked fer one, an’ considerin’ he din’t get ta go, shoppin’, Ah mean .. well .. Ah’d be bummed out, wouldn’t you? So .. Ah really wanna do this fer him, make him happy, ya know? Life ain’t fair when yer different, so Utopia should at least be .. fun that way, Ah guess?” All he really knew was that he truly wanted a slice of happiness for his friend, and if a surfboard could do that for him, then Josh would get him the damn best surfboard he could get.

But .. Holly had probably not even heard his response for this time, the other guy had wandered away. Granted, he had wandered away on a mission still very related to the shopping idea, but still .. Josh wasn’t sad that Holly might just not jump at a chance to query and re-query him on the state of close friendship he felt was developing between Kurt and himself.

Either way, checking the directory sounded like a good idea and so, Josh ambled on over to where Holly was doing just that. He snorted out a laugh at the name of the one sporting goods store and agreed with Holly that this sounded like the kind of store they should patronize. Yup. Old MacDonald Had a Kayak sounded like the place they would shop for a surfboard, hoping that it was close enough to kayaking, as far as water activities went, that the store might carry it. This was San Francisco, after all – the ocean was nearby and sported some pretty good waves a lot of times so .. yeah. They might have some in stock.

“Alrighty .. sounds like we got arselves a plan.” He agreed, allowing himself to be grabbed by the hand and dragged off, a touch confused by Holly’s non sequitur question until he remembered that, a while back, they had been talking about his wings. Seemingly, that conversation had not yet been over for Holly. Josh snorted, dragging himself closer or Holly backward towards him by a tug with his arm – if they were going to be talking about his mutation (and they obviously were), he’d rather not do it with two arms’ length of distance between them, with Holly rushing ahead and pulling him along, shouting queries back from up front.

Once they were basically side by side, Josh detangled his hand from Holly’s, then placed his arm around the other guy’s shoulder, much like he had always done to slow down Lewis, ground him for a few moments in order to have a bit of a conversation. Also, Holly didn't seem the kind to mind touch, and so, Josh hoped he wouldn't get punched in the face for getting too fresh.

“Yeah, they are strapped down, with a harness. It ain’t comfy, but it dun hurt. No more. Used ta chafe like the dickens in the beginnin’ though.” He chuckled as he thought back to the time when he had first experimented with the body harness. “They get itchy though, an’ cramped, an’ after a while, it feels like Ah’m ready t’ just burst outta the darn suit, jus’ ‘cause they wanna spread an’ let me take off, ya know?” He shrugged a shoulder. “Nothin’ t’ do ‘bout that though. It’s either keep ‘em hidden or stay back at the island like Kurt.”

“So, tell me ‘bout yer own powers – what is it yer doin’?” He hadn’t really talked to Holly before today, and as the other guy’s mutation wasn’t readily obvious, he had no clue as to what he might be able and do.


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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
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So the stereotype that all southern folk had issues with reading was clearly not true. Or Josh was just looking at the pictures on the newspaper he had stopped to browse. Holly was never one to trust stereotypes that weren't at least Bose quality anyway. So why buy into the ones about southerners? Think of all the stereotypes people could associate with HIM. Gay. Homeless. Killer. There were more than enough adjectives to toss after his name, most of which came with a plethora of negative stereotypes. Cuz that was how it was, wasn't it? Stereotypes were never about positive things. They were always meant to belittle someone else and make you feel better.

Well Holly didn't need to belittle others in order to feel good. He ALWAYS felt good. That's what he told himself anyway. And perception was reality. Or some crap like that.

So whatever. Josh liked newspapers. For the articles. Or the pictures. Holly didn't care. To each his own. He also wanted a surfboard. How cool was that? A little less cool when Holly found out it wasn't for himself but for Kurt, who had decided to not join them because his skin was blue or something. People could be weird. Holly knew that. But people had to get over themselves and start accepting other people for who and what they were. Otherwise he was gonna start smacking a lot of people with the clue bat. Or clue hammer actually...

"You have the hair to be a surfer dude, wrong accent though, we could work on it. Can you say gnarly without sounding like you are calling home a lost cow with a strange name?" Holly wondered aloud as his shopping buddy went from lagger-behind to keeper-upper.

Speaking of shopping buddies. His did not seem keen on talking over a distance. He wanted quiet talk while NOT being noticed. Was kind of boring honestly. But Holly could dig it. Go with the flow man. Oh that was totally another surfer term Wings needed to learn!

"Why not let your wings out? Who cares if you have wings? I sure don't. Wings are cool. They let you fly. If planes had no wings what would people do? Cuz they sure don't hide THEIR wings!" It was Holly logic. Though he had a feeling things were a lot more complicated than simply agreeing that planes had wings so Josh should show his. The brief amount of time that his arm had been on Josh's shoulder, Holly had picked up a few memory traces and... well yeah, things were deeper than just wings being hidden for the sake of hiding them.

"Bigotry sucks donkey balls," Mulholland stated with a firm nod. "Utopia is gonna fix that up for us though, don't you worry Jothrie!" He explained with as much cheer as he could muster, which was an insane amount to be honest.

Then Jothrie, yeah that name was way cooler than Wings, asked him about his powers. Holly gave an honest to goodness shrug. "I dunno how to explain it really. I can see things that happened in the past... like feel the emotions, live the memory, has to be strong, but it works for me, and I can turn that into a kinetic force that I can channel into stuff, like my hammer, or my shoe, anything really, did that make sense? I usually just say i break stuff with my hammer, way easier. Course then people wanna know HOW I power the hammer and I have to say I have tiny kittens hidden in it or something. But yeah, memories, emotions... I feel em, I use em," Holly shrugged. He wasn't fully sure how his powers worked honestly but that was how he thought it went.



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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco


It never occurred to Josh that his being captivated by the newspaper article about an angel (another angel mutant like himself? Not that he considered himself an angel, just as someone whose mutation made him look like one -- if he started taking looks at face value, where would that leave Kurt after all, right?) would give way to Holly musing about everything and sundry concerning southerners and reading smarts and liking certain things. While he didn't have as much of a one-track mind as Sam did (or rather, a one-thing-at-a-time-and-everything-at-its-own-sweet-time kind of mind), he still couldn't even begin to imagine his thoughts scattering every which way in the sort of associative thinking Holly was engaged in.

He also couldn't quite follow the speed with which Holly was was switching gears though he tried to keep up. "Mah hair?" Right, surfer dude hair. His eyebrows rose. Considering his hair had never been quite right for anything back home in Kentucky outside of people feeling a right to comment disfavorably on it, it would figure that it was right for the beaches, a place about as far from Kentucky as it got.

He snorted at Holly's suggested word for testing Josh's tongue in terms of surfer fitability. "Dun ya know that us southern folk speakin' always sounds like we're callin' home 'em cows? Also, yer knockin' the name Gnarly? Ain’t nothin' wrong with that there name, as mah gran'd tell ya, bless her departed soul." He almost managed a straight face through all of that.

When Holly suggested he let his wings out, here, now Josh shot him an incredulous look. "Ya realize the kinda riot doin' so might cause, right? An' even if Ah ain't startin' a downright riot, it'd cause a mighty ruckus at th' very least." Who cares. Nice sentiment. "Most folk dun think like that. They see someone who's an obvious mutant an' fear breaks out. Or even hatred. Mah own sister.. " He gave a shrug. "Ya sure heard 'em stories 'bout what she did simply cause she hates mutants."

Quieter, he added "It's easy for those who ain't got no visible physical mutation t' look at guys like me or Kurt an' see us givin' in t' society's pressure t' conform, t' not stand up fer our rights an' thus, fail th' mutant cause fer all. But it ain't that easy, bein' out there, puttin' yerself on the front lines simply cause of how ya look, bein' forced t' fight th' fight day in, day out with no breather ever, constantly looked upon with fear or hatred." Holly couldn't know what that was like, his mutation afforded him privacy -- if he didn't want to disclose to the world that he was a mutant on any given day, he didn't have to do so. It was easy for him to pass judgement on those who hid themselves away to avoid confrontation. And really, the plane allegory? "That dun fly." he gave his tongue-in-cheek assessment in regards to its applicability. "That's like sayin' all 'em dogs got their tails out.. " He didn't finish the rest of that potential allegory, feeling like he didn't have to spell it out for Holly any further than that.

"But yeah, wings are cool, gotta give ya that." He loved the sense of freedom flying afforded him. "An' bigotry does suck, though never in th' fun way." He smirked. "An' ain't that a bother."

He hoped that Holly's enthusiastic prediction about Utopia fixing all that for them would prove true one day. Likely not for them, but maybe next generations of mutants could profit from their efforts now and would no longer have to hide themselves away. "Yer word into Gawd's ears." he used an expression from his neck of the woods meant to express wishful approval.

Jothrie though? Josh pulled a face. "Yer gonna make people think Ma was name-callingly challenged or Ah dun got no normal name cause those ran out 5 siblings ago after th' 7th J-initialed son or somethin' " Way to reinforce stereotypes about huge families and weird naming conventions.

When Holly explained how his powers worked, Josh listened attentively. Kinetic force through soaking up memories and emotions that lingered. "Linger about a place or about a person as well?" he asked, easing his arm off of Holly's shoulders inconspicuously. He had more than a few memories he'd prefer to keep hidden rather than used to power up Holly's powers.

They reached the sporting goods store and Josh led the way towards the back where he could see some surf boards on display. There seemed to be a fairly nice collection to choose from here.


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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco



If someone had asked Holly if he would ever have expected to be standing inside a downtown mall with a southern boy who applied basic bondage to his winged appendages while at the same time looking to buy a surfboard for a blue colored dude with a tail... Holly would have asked them just what drug they were taking and how much it cost. Yet there he was in the middle of a mall, in that exact same situation. Short of two gummy vitamins and a sip of cough syrup he was as drug free as the next guy. Unless the next guy was a drug addict. Then he was even more so drug free than them! What an accomplishment! He was the most drug free person if he only compared himself against non drug users. Or something.

What had he been thinking about again? Right. Jothrie. The winged wonder. The buddy to his buddy system. The Hook to his Peter Pan. The.... he was mentally rambling again.

He grinned and looked over at the secret winged mutant. "I still say let em free. Who cares what people think?" Holly suggested again. Sure he didn't have an obvious mutation. No one had to EVER notice him, not in a million years. Mulholland made sure that they did though. His hair, his clothes, his tattoos. He all but screamed NOTICE ME. Sometimes he even did that. If the guy was cute enough anyway.

"But whatever works for you, I'm not gonna tell you not to play bondage with your wings if that's your thing and all," Mulholland added as an after thought with a small shrug. He grinned wide at the country boy to let him know he was kidding, then looked at him a bit more seriously as he waited to see if Jothrie would ask him what bondage was. Country folk... you never could tell with them!

"Please tell me you won't ever hide them back on the islands at least? I mean that place is freedom incarnate, at least until your brother and the other sticks in the mud decide to make walk don't run rules and stuff..." He trailed off. Offending a guys brother was likely not the best way to make a friend. He figured as much anyway. He didn't have a brother. Or a sister. Or an anyone. So he really wouldn't know. He just had a hammer. And if you insulted her he would slap you.

Holly would have to have been really dense to not notice the exact moment when Jothrie chose to take his arm off his shoulder. He explained his powers. Then bam. It was like the medusa gaze. Mention it and no one ever looks in the eyes again. He was frickin' medusa to Jothrie. Nice. Forget insulting brothers. He was some sorta ancient Greek leper now.

"I can't control my powers... like I ALWAYS know stuff... but unless I am trying to soak up energy I only get vague stuff, you are safe.... and even then I never kiss and tell, the stuff I have locked up in here..." Holly tapped the side of his head as he spoke. "... no one wants to know those things..."




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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
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Josh merely shrugged when Holly suggested again that he let his wings free. Still easy for him to say to hell with what people thought. He doubted Holly had ever faced the daily persecutions big and small that came with being an obvious mutant. He couldn't fault the guy for not knowing or realizing what it would be like, putting yourself out for the world to hate. To spit on. To hurl abuse at. And so, he merely shrugged. It was obvious from the way Holly acted and dressed and wore his hair that he thought he wouldn't mind being seen, being noticed, being all out there but until a visibly mutation forced him to be all that, too constantly be on display for people to judge, he couldn't know what it was like. And he couldn't understand why Josh chose to hide his wings away in public.

He nearly choked on his spit though when Holly suggested.. suggested.. And then, he gave a startled laugh because.. "Seriously? Mah 'thing'? Play bondage?" He laughs again, then leans in as if divulging a big secret. "Ah'll have ya know though that good ol' southern boys dun ever play at nothin' that deserves their full attention, bondage or otherwise." He smirked. "A gentleman's raised t' always give matters his all, if'n he commits t' somethin'."

He turned all serious when Holly asked him not to hide his wings on the island and sounded almost.. beseeching in that. Josh couldn't be sure, what with really having only just met the guy, but it seemed to him that if there was one thing that Holly really cared about, it was personal freedom and self expression in any which way. "Ah promise Ah won't. Yer right, Utopia's all 'bout freedom an' Ah sincerely doubt nothin' Sam an' the others are gonna make fer laws are gonna feel even half as oppressive as what th' world out here imposes on mutants. It's just.. society needs some rules at last, an' that's what they're makin'. Rules what we need t' live t'gether right."

He mused for a moment, then smiled, a gentle smile filled with wistful memories of easier times. "Ah guess Ah c'n see how he might feel like a stick'n'th' mud t' y'all, what with yer city-folk ways an' all. He ain't a bad sort though -- he's always fair an' dependable an' he knows how t' weather a storm or two. He basically raised mah siblings an' me after ar Pa died. His rules held th' family t'gether. He done good an' he ain't afraid of no challenge, no hard work or of gettin' his hands dirty. He dun ever make ya do nothin' he himself ain't willing t' also do."

"He also let us run plenty." he added with a smirk in response to Holly's 'walk, don't run' reference.

He noticed the hurt that flashed through Holly's eyes the moment Josh broke physical contact and felt bad for it, knowing only too well how it felt to be ostracized for one's powers. Powers which Holly explained further, giving such details like being unable to curtail them but only getting vague insights unless he was specifically digging deeper to power up. It was actually Josh who blushed at the kiss and tell statement because.. yeah.. no matter how hard Holly dug, he wouldn't find anything to tell in that direction. He would, however, find plenty of self-loathing and gruesome suicide attempts.

Holly's next words got him thinking. If Holly always got impressions.. always... always.. Oh man. Without so much as a moment's reluctance, he reached out and placed his hand back on Holly's shoulder. "Tough, man. That can't be easy." His tone wasn't pitying, it was sympathetic. "Ah ain't gonna pretend like Ah can even half imagine what that's gotta be like, but if'n ya ever need t' unload some a' what yer carryin' 'round with yerself, Ah'm a pretty good listener. In a family big as ours, everyone needs a niche.. an' listenin' was one a' mine." His offer is sincere and heartfelt. Everyone deserved a sympathetic soul every now and again.


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If Holly had learned anything from the time he had spent living on the streets it was to never underestimate a person or just what they might like, dislike, or be into. So he went into the conversation of Jothrie liking bondage completely open to it being true. While at the same time not being at all surprised if it wasn't true. You never knew with some people. He had crashed a wedding once and found out the mother of the groom was into leather and spankings thanks to a drunken uncle's congratulatory speech. So you really REALLY never knew.

Sure Jothrie may have been a long haired country boy with a strong accent and a secret pair of wings. Did that mean he couldn't have some secrets? Maybe a fetish or three? Of course not. As his walking buddy and newest friend, it was Mulholland's job to chit chat and ask around to see if he could pull any such things out into the open. Or at least make fun about ones that may or may not exist. That was total friendage.

"Why do I now have an image of a dozen scared farm animals running away as you crack a whip while dressed in just your leather chaps?" Holly asked as the continued on their adventure of mall shopping, surf board buying, and mutual strangeness.

"NEVER not be yourself. Trust me on that one." Holly said sternly as the conversation steered from bondage to being yourself. On Utopia especially. He was well aware that getting Jothrie to let his wings out in the mall was not going to happen. He didn't like it, hated what it meant for the world they lived in, but he understood it. Had Jothrie also decided to never show his wings on their new island home? Well that would have been something Holly fought tooth, nail, and hammer to keep from happening.

No need to fight though. Jothrie was in complete agreement. He could slowly ease his friend into showing his wings off in more public settings. For now at least they had the freedom of the island. Or as much freedom as one could have on a government owned chunk of land which just had its first real ruling body established by popular random vote.

Speaking of that new ruling body. One was the eldest of the Guthrie's. Ham or some other country farm name. "He was a cop. He is now our government. He dresses like THE SAME every day. He screams stick in mud." Holly explained his position. "No offense meant of course. Everyone gets to be themselves, I was JUST saying that. His self I just hope doesn't enforce rules saying we all gotta talk with an accent, or ride horses to church on Sundays while milking heifers, that's all I'm saying."

"It's no big deal," Holly shrugged off the concern for his powers. He had long ago adjusted to them. Or gotten used to them at any rate. Maybe he drank a little too much to fall asleep. Maybe he partied a bit too hard to forget. But he was okay. He knew every old secret anyone ever left a strong impression of, anywhere he went. His mind was so full of other people's thoughts and feelings he sometimes lost his own way inside his head. But he was okay.

He had to be. "You have wings, I get stuff broadcast in my mind, we all have our crosses to bare," Holly shrugged again. "I promise I wont tell anyone anything I read off you though, so far I have seen nothing, if that helps you any?"

"Now surfboard time!" Holly shouted, pulling himself from the sour thoughts and saddened mood they had entered into by talking about him. "My good man, your finest surfing apparatus please, money is NO object!" He continued to shout as he marched into the sporting good's store, an aire of authority around him, albeit a goofy multi coloured hair one.



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Josh laughed when Holly conjured up an image that .. yeah .. eww. “Nah, ‘em farm critters ain’t got nothin’ t’ worry ‘bout. Ah’d like t’ think that Ah prefer mah partner’s consent afore Ah crack a whip over ‘em. Those leather chaps though ..” He had to admit that wearing only those sounded like it might definitely be a .. liberating experience. “Ya might be on t’ somethin’ there.” He looked down himself as if evaluating and calculating a good fit within the confines of his mind. “Can’t say Ah’ve given it a gander afore, but now that yer mentioned it – it’d sure promise t’ be liberatin’, don’tcha think?” He offered the other guy an easy grin as honestly? If there was anything Holly likely didn’t need, it was to liberate himself any further! As far as Josh had come to see from the fellow who had claimed him as his walking partner, he seemed pretty dang open with anything and everything about himself.

Made him wonder, actually – why would someone like Holly choose someone like Josh for a shopping buddy? Nothing about Josh really screamed exciting – or pick me, for that matter! What had moved Holly, whose whole mannerisms screamed ‘exciting’ for sure (or ‘highly excitable’, at least!), to pick Josh? Had it been lack of better choices? Not really, right? There were plenty of other people who seemed more up Holly’s alley. It was all a bit of a mystery to Josh but he shrugged it off. Here they were now, and he couldn’t complain about not enjoying the experience. Hopefully, the same was true for Holly as well. But then again – Josh didn’t take the other guy for one who’d bite his tongue for long if he was bored or in any which way dissatisfied with the situation at hand.

When Holly got uncharacteristically serious about never not being himself, Josh merely gave a nod. Sounded like a solid piece of advice to strive and follow. Being oneself as much as was possible definitely beat the alternative. And then, the matter of Sam was brought up again, and Josh bristled. “He was a cop ‘cause he’s good at it. An’ he was darned good at it – good an’ just an’ approachable. Ya know how I know that? ‘cause everyone knew he was a mutant an’ yet, he still got t’ be a cop. But ya wanna know why he took that job, an’ put himself out there, an’ risked gettin’ in big trouble fer bein’ a mutant in an official position, an’ forced himself to see all the sad things that he got confronted with? Because of us – fer me, an’ ar siblings, an’ ar Ma. He fed us. He bought ar clothes fer us. He made sure we weren’t lackin’ fer nothin’, at least none of the essential things. He dun deserve none of yer disrespectin’. He ain’t gonna make no one do none of that stupid stuff yer suggestin’. Every time ya suggest it, someone might overhear an’ then that someone might think yer speakin’ th’ truth an’ they are gonna get all up in arms ‘bout nothin’ at all. He’s got feelin’s , ya know? They can get hurt. Even if he ain’t good at showin’ hurt, he’s still gonna feel it.” He shrugged. “Ah jus’ .. he shouldn’t .. he shouldn’t get hurt for somethin’ he ain’t even done yet. Or is ever gonna do!”

Looking away, he added “An’ ya ever think jus’ why he might be wearin’ the same every day?” He ran his hand through his hair. “We ain’t got no money to afford lotsa fancy clothes, never did. He less’n the rest a’ us ‘cause he always went outta his way t’ make sure we had what we needed. What he’s got is practical an’ dun need no mixin’ an’ matchin’. He ain’t got nothin’ else – an’ after all ‘em years of not bein’ able t’ afford nothin’ else, he wouldn’t even know where t’ start.”

He shook his head when Holly shrugged off the offer he had extended to him, to listen to him if he ever needed him to. Not a big deal? Yeah right. Josh didn’t see it. It had to be disconcerting, having people’s shit in your mind all the time. The big emotions, the things people left as imprints on places. He hadn’t read anything from Josh, not yet, in any case which was more of a relief to Josh than he would have admitted. “Ah’d appreciate that. Ya keepin’ stuff t’ yerself, Ah mean, if’n ya read somethin’ from me.” He offered Holly a smile and a shrug, figuring he owed the other guy an explanation. “There are some things mah siblings jus’ … dun need t’ know.”

Holly’s sudden outburst of shouty-flashy Holly-ness startled him, but then, he shook his head and curbed the urge to apologize to the equally startled salesman. “Yes, Ah need a surf-board, preferably fer beginners, if’n there’s such a thing.” He didn’t really have a clue there. “It’s fer a friend who asked me t’ bring him back one from the coast.” He flashed the man a grin and, with a shrug, put himself over in the knowledgeable hands of the sports professional.

It took him about half an hour to go through the process of picking out one he liked and thought Kurt might like too. In the end, he settled for a blue one with a white X, symbolizing what they had become now, from joining Utopia. They left the purchased board with the store for the time being and then set out for the rest of the day filled with shopping, shopping and more shopping.


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