"Soooo... It's raining! And the ceiling's not leaking. Pretty neat huh?" George remained silent. Steve awkwardly bit his lip. "Uh, I put a tarp on the roof this morning. Because... Wetness. It's no fun." George continued staring blankly into nothingness saying not a word. Steve suddenly slammed his fists on the table. "LOOK! I'm sorry ok?! I shouldn't have thrown you into the water. I was wrong. ." George said nothing. Steve let out a shuddering sigh, draping himself over the table in anguish. "I'M SORRY. SO SORRY! I've been a terrible friend!" His shoulders began shaking as he continued to sob. "You didn't deserve that. Sniffle AND YOU DON'T DESERVE A TERRIBLE FRIEND LIKE ME." He put his face in his hands, crying like a tiny baby chipmunk.
after a while, Steve finally lifted his head and wiped away the snot and mucus smeared on his face. "Listen, George, if you can ever forgive me... I promise from the depths of my heart that I will never chuck you at a seagull EVER AGAIN. Forgive meeee." As if by some strange magic, George's hollow body fell forwards onto the plate. Steve gasped, a shaky smile formed on his face and he brushed away the tears of joy that threatened to spill over. "Thank you, George."
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 3, 2018 14:56:46 GMT
Chapter 3 Over the bridge and through the woods (Part 1)
Once the thundering rain had receded to a slow drizzle, Steve hauled his old, broken down motorbike out of his shack. Secured his large cooler to the back of it with copious amounts of rope and gently placed Steve in a mesh basket attached to the handles of the bike. He patted the cooler proudly.
"Ready to sell our fish at the marketplace George?" He asked. After a moment or two of silence, he chuckled heartily. "Of course you are! Now, we should get get going my tight-lipped friend. The rain should stop once we get there." With that said, he slid his helmet over his head, walked the bike across the beach and onto a tightly packed trail through the wet, dismal jungle. After about twenty minutes of walking and avoiding hanging vines and branches, they reached the main road. This long narrow stretch of mud would take them to Steves destination, The Marketplace. That bustling community of locals, merchants and sailors, selling their various wares of fruit, livestock and of course, fish.
Steve's little motorbike hummed loudly, as he drove along the bumpy road, being jolted and jerked in his seat by the constant potholes and rocks that littered the way. He honked at the many oncoming vehicles, cheerfully waving hello. They merely ignored him and continued on their merry way. Steve grinned.
"Such-n-ni-ce f-f-folks!" He managed to stammer to George, the words lurching out of him he was tossed and bumped in his seat. After about thirty minutes of riding, Steve stopped at a long wooden bridge, hanging over a wide stream many feet below. He propped the hard working motorbike against the worn out railing and philosophically stared into the water far far below. He sat there for many minutes, pondering. Are we just brains wearing human meat-suits?
After many moment of wondering about the weirdest things that no sane human would every think about, Steve stepped away from the railing. "Well that sure was fun! Ready George?" He took a step towards his bike, a goofy grin on his face, immediately slipped on the wet mossy wooden boards of the bridge.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 3, 2018 15:08:49 GMT
Chapter 3 (Part 2)
Steve laid awkwardly on the ground, staring up into the tree tops with a shocked expression.
"Well gee, that hurt." He said, his voice tapering into a small moan. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head irritably, gingerly tapping the newly formed bruise on his scalp. "It's ok George!" He yelled. "I'm still alive!" the reassuring words echoed through the trees, reaching no one's ears. He patted George's rubber head. "No need to be concerned." He threw his leg over the side of the bike, started the engine and rode off, beginning his uncomfortable journey once again.
Steve laid awkwardly on the ground, staring up into the tree tops with a shocked expression.
"Well gee, that hurt." He said, his voice tapering into a small moan. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head irritably, gingerly tapping the newly formed bruise on his scalp. "It's ok George!" He yelled. "I'm still alive!" the reassuring words echoed through the trees, reaching no one's ears. He patted George's rubber head. "No need to be concerned." He threw his leg over the side of the bike, started the engine and rode off, beginning his uncomfortable journey once again.
Steve laid awkwardly on the ground, staring up into the tree tops with a shocked expression.
"Well gee, that hurt." He said, his voice tapering into a small moan. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head irritably, gingerly tapping the newly formed bruise on his scalp. "It's ok George!" He yelled. "I'm still alive!" the reassuring words echoed through the trees, reaching no one's ears. He patted George's rubber head. "No need to be concerned." He threw his leg over the side of the bike, started the engine and rode off, beginning his uncomfortable journey once again.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 5, 2018 14:58:12 GMT
Chapter 4
After the bridge incident, Steve had refrained from stoping at the next few bridges in they're path. "To risky." He had said nervously to George. George of course, didn't respond. As he continued riding, the road became wider and less bumpy. Oncoming vehicles became more frequent and pedestrians lined the sides of the road. Steve smiled and waved at many of them, some waved back, but upon recognizing the motorbike and it's strange rider, they stiffly withdrew they're hands, walking on as if they hadn't seen him. Steve was not a popular figure among the locals.
As Steve neared his destination, the faint sound of seagulls and many voices continuously filling the air could be heard in the distance, along with the stinky smell of fish. Suddenly the trees became sparser, and down below, the marketplace could be seen.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 5, 2018 19:04:27 GMT
Chapter 4 (Part 2)
"There it is George!" Steve exclaimed over the humming and groaning of his motorcycle. "The good old marketplace." The old bike reached the crest of the hill, picking up speed as it descended downwards. Steve whooped and laughed in exhilaration, zooming past the locals that lined the sides of the road in a mad dash. Upon reaching the large sandy clearing near the beach, which the marketplace was situated in, he slammed on the breaks filling the air with a deafening screech as the motorcycle skidded to a halt, yanked his helmet off of his head with a loud Pop! The locals surrounding him scurried away in disgust, irritably glaring at him in angry silence. Steve beamed, sliding off of his seat. "Stay right there George" He said unstrapping the ridiculously large cooler from the back of the motorcycle. He heaved it onto the ground, and rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Here we are!"
There was so much to see and here, Steve didn't know which way to turn his head first. All around him, the marketplace seethed with life. His ears buzzed with the shriek of gulls as they fought over scraps of discarded food. Underlying the gulls' voices was the constant buzz of the many people talking, they're voices an ear-splitting mass of noise and confusion. After a moment of standing amidst the clamor, he smiled confidently. "Right, time to sell this fish." He declared, picking up the cooler and setting off into the seething mass of locals. "Watch the bike for me George!" He yelled over his back. "I won't be long!"
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 5, 2018 19:48:00 GMT
Chapter 5 (Part 1)
"HAH! You call that a fish?" The stand keeper scoffed, casting a mocking glance at the tiny fish that Steve held in front of him. Steve merely smiled at the sneering outburst. "Of course I do! What else would I call it?" He asked cheerfully. The stand keeper scowled "Pathetic is what I call it." He answered scornfully. Steve stared at him incredulously, insulted by his rude remark. "It's nothing of the sort-! Oh!" Steve exclaimed. The fellow standing behind him shoved him again. "You're holding up the line you moron!" He hissed. Steve squared his chest indignantly, turning to face him. "If you'd just be patient for a little longer sir-" "I ain't buying it. Plus that's not how it works here!" The stand keeper interrupted. Steve whirled around slamming his fists onto the stand, causing the rows of stacked fish to shake. "What? Why not?" The angry stand keeper stood up arubtlly, leaning slightly over the edge of the stand to stare directly into Steve's eyes. "Because your fish is DOWNRIGHT PATHETIC." He yelled the last two words in Steve's face, causing him to stumble backwards in surprise and bump into the man behind him. The enraged man then proceeded to shove him forward, causing him to fling the tiny fish into the stand keepers face and knock heavily into the stand, the rows of frozen fish falling in succession onto the sandy ground. "MY CABBAGES FISH!" The stand keeper screeched. "You shoved me!" The irate man piped in. The locals and merchants surrounding the scene suddenly dropped what they were doing, each staring at the curious scene. Steve gripped the edge of the wooden stand, trying unsuccessfully to get to his feet, slipping and sliding on the slimy frozen fish that now littered the ground. The stand keeper watched him struggle, hands holding his head as he watched his precious loads of fish get trampled with a horrified expression on his face. Steve finally came shakily up to his feet. He surveyed the damage he had caused dumbfounded.
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