Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 25, 2018 22:40:01 GMT
Chapter 12
Winnie happily agreed, leading him forwards, excitedly babbling the entire way there.
"Why did you choose to come here of all places?" She asked suddenly, avoiding a large tree stump in her path.
"I'm looking for someone," Vince answered airily.
"Who?"
"An old friend."
"Oh."
In moments, they'd crossed the desolate patch of dirt and headed down a steep rocky hill near a huge swath of thin dead trees. Winnie suddenly skidded to an abrupt halt. Vince slipped and slid precariously behind to avoid slamming into her, sending a cascade of pebbles rolling noisily downhill.
"I saw it down there," Winnie said, gesturing towards a dusty clearing down below. Vince followed her gaze and nodded.
"I see. Thank you for showing me! It's not every day that you meet someone as nice as you." Winnie beamed at him.
"No problem Mr. Vince! It was my pleasure." They stood there in silence, the wind whistling over the rocks.
"When do you think it'll come back?" She asked quietly, feeling the need to whisper. Vince shrugged.
"Whenever it feels like it." She glanced at him expectantly.
"When's that?" He rolled his eyes playfully.
"Like I said, whenever it feels like it."
"Well, that's not a helpful answer." Winnie pouted. Vince laughed. "We just have to be patient."
"I don't like waiting."
"Me neither." Vince agreed. He looked around. "Well, I doubt the door will open anytime soon... How about we head back? I have some friends I want you to meet."
Winnie's eyes widened.
"There's more? Are they like you?" She asked. He nodded several times.
"Heh, we're basically all twins!" Winnie nearly jumped with joy, the aspect of more, not boring grown-ups was exciting.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 25, 2018 22:42:05 GMT
Chapter 13
"Oh no, no, nonononono" Steve moaned, his trusted motorbike yet again tipping over into the murky muddy pool of water covering the road, with him on it. It had been a couple hours since Steve's official banishment from the marketplace and he was miserable and wet.
"Drat, this rain!" He spluttered, hauling his (probably damaged) bike away from the puddle. He propped the bike up against a tree and assessed his situation irritably.
"Well George," He yelled, the constant pitter-patter of raindrops nearly drowning out his voice. "Guess I'm wading through!... Again."
The pouring rain had slowed his progress considerably, making the journey home much longer than anticipated. He had discarded his large cooler a few miles behind, for it proved to difficult to carry in this blinding storm.
"Almost...There George! Just you wait and see. We'll be dry and warm soon old pal." George did not respond. George was wet.
Steve was trying hard to stay positive despite the circumstances. He wanted to stay strong, for George. But deep down he was immensely sad and worn out. He felt silly for acting the way he did. He felt left out, angry. All of these emotions bubbling up inside him did nothing to help in his current situation. All he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and think. Or more preferably, sleep away his troubles.
But alas, he was stranded outside in this wet tropical jungle, practically drowning. With a rubber chicken at his side, and a useless bike, questioning his life choices.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 26, 2018 15:03:06 GMT
Chapter 14 (Part 1)
Vince was nothing like the other adults Winnie had grown up with.
The entire walk up the rocky hill, along the dusty path, and over the ditch, Vince cheerfully listened to Winnie's enthusiastic babbling. And he didn't just listen, he seemed to enjoy their conversations, he encouraged her silly ideas and laughed at her corny jokes. Winnie hadn't talked to someone quite like this in a long time. He didn't treat her like a misbehaving child as did many of the other adults in Winnie's town.
The more they talked, the more it felt like she had known him all her life. She felt thrilled to have met a new friend she felt comfortable to be herself around.
It was great.
"So, where are we headed?" Winnie asked after a while. She recognized this hill, and if they were going where she thought they were going, Auntie Harper would be mental.
"To where my friends are of course," Vince answered nonchalantly.
"I mean, where are your friends?"
Vince reached the crest of the hill, casting a cheerful grin in Winnie's direction. He gestured towards the labyrinth of craggy cliffs and rocks far ahead of them. A treacherous winding narrow maze of certain doom. Winnie frowned. She wasn't allowed to go in there.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 26, 2018 15:03:56 GMT
(Part 2)
"They're all hanging out down there." He noticed her concerned expression then added, "I'm sure they'll be glad to meet you."
Winnie thought for a moment. Staring dumbfoundedly at the wide archway that served as the entrance. Suddenly her situation didn't seem as great as she had thought it had been.
"What's the matter?" Vince inquired. Winnie shuffled her feet.
"I-I'm not supposed to be here." She answered. Where did he say he was from again?
"Why not? Afraid you'll get lost?" He teased.
Winnie shook her head vigorously.
"Auntie Harper said I might get stuck in there forever." Maybe she shouldn't have trusted Vince so quickly. Vince rubbed his beard thoughtfully.
"Hmmm. Auntie Harper huh? Do you think she's worried about you? We have been out here for a while after all." Winnie stared irritably at her shoes.
"She probably is." She mumbled. Just as she had begun feeling suspicious of him, her doubts were stifled by his gentle smile.
"Tell you what, we can meet my friends some other time. Why don't you head back home? We can talk later." Winnie nodded, taking a few steps backward.
"I'd like that." She said.
Vince waved goodbye.
"See you soon, Winnie." Winnie nodded and broke into a run, her feet kicking up a cloud of dust as she went.
Vince watched her go through half closed eyes. Everything suddenly was much quieter, as if the bubbly, enthusiastic young girl had never been there at all. She had only just left, and he already missed her.