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Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.
then you can start to make it better.
Let's review today: Jude ate food, watched TV, and wandered around his house. What did he plan to do? Oh, simply leave everything he'd ever known. Yes, you read correctly. This way the day that Jude would "run away." Hell, Jude didn't have to run. His parents wouldn't notice he was gone- and they probably wouldn't care. Sure there would be tears and all that sentimental crap when he left, and sure dear ol' Pop would probably cuss Mom's undeserving head off, but none of that would matter after a month or so. They'd eventually soothe themselves by coming to the conclusion that he was old enough to make his own decisions. Bwahaha, Jude was in control. Of course, there wasn't much to be in control of. Okay, clock check. Whoa, look at the time! Only ten minutes till take-off. Zoom in stage left to find Jude in the nursery, watching sissy Gale. Gale was only 9 measly months old- and honestly, Jude's favorite person in the world. Leaving her would burn a scar on his conscience- Jude knew that Sissy wouldn't remember him as positively as she would if he had stayed. But Jude couldn't do that, so he had to leave her behind. Jude almost wanted to take her with him. He could probably take care of her, too- he knew everything from changing her diapers to rocking her to sleep. But the condition was too risky, Mom and Dad would REALLY freak, and his mates definitely wouldn't want her around. Jude cried over Gale's crib as his heart split in two. Meanwhile, she just stared up at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes of hers. He didn't have the heart to drug her- he didn't want to take any risks of ******** her up. Of course, the nanny on the other hand... well, let's just say the noises coming from the bathroom down the hall weren't so pleasant. Definitely not that of a lullaby.
Alright, time to wrap it up. Jude knew he had to leave soon. He leaned over her pearly white crib and kissed her fragile forehead, then tip-toed out of the quiet room. "Get yourself together. You'll see her again, for sure." Okay, time for the important stuff. Jude rushed into his room coated in band posters and looked around for the essentials. He'd already packed up some stuff, of course, in his black canvas drawstring bag- clothes, bathroom stuff and all that jazz. Still though, he had gotten lazy and started working on something more fun and less important. Well here the time had come to finish the task- and Jude was already looking around the room, shuffling through piles of junk on the floor. In three minutes he had managed to find his cell phone AND his charger (the lucky duck), his journal, a bottle filled with drugs, and a wad of cash. Of course the cash wasn't something he found- he had always kept it carefully hidden away in a Vans shoe-box in his closet. See, Jude had just recently accepted a deal from his friend- he'd given him an advance to make a new drug. For some reason though, the drug wasn't coming along so well... so his friend would have to wait. (Wink wink, nudge nudge.) Jude was used to handling big money, so it didn't seem like much of a big deal to Jude to take about two grand with him. The money for the drugs + stolen money from parents + money saved up for car = a nice bit of bucks. Now, let's get one thing straight. To his friends, he had three hundred dollars. Convenient for him, eh? Rule number one: Cover your back first, and your friends' backs later. He had felt bad about taking money from his actual friend, but the first time they met he'd beat him up- so he'd just call it payback. His friend would hopefully understand... and not come after him. Hopefully.
The bag was looking rather full as Jude decided it was about time to head off. He was almost finished packing; all he had to add to the over-stuffed carrier was his photo-album and his blanket. He'd kept these things out of the bag on purpose, because he didn't want them to get smashed or taken if worst came to worst and the whole thing got snatched away. He would hold onto them in a smaller bag that also draped his shoulders; this one was just a simple bookbag, held together with strong-woven cotton. It wouldn't fall apart. As he folded up his blanket and smoothed it out in the bag, he remembered how long he had it; his Mother had hand-sewn it for him 3 months before he was pushed into the world. He was predicted to actually be a she, so it was pink with embroidery of floppy-eared bunny rabbits sleeping. It was so soft, but so worn and ragged... he had to take extra care of it. It was really small now, not really to serve much purpose, but he knew if he didn't take it it would probably be thrown away or donated to the thrift store down the road. His parents wouldn't be bright enough to think of leaving it to Gale, so he wouldn't expect them to. Well, maybe it would come in handy somehow. Then, the photo-album was packed away. It wasn't really much of anything, just a simple brown book with no title and a flimsy little lock. He'd broken through it already since he lost his key. On the inside were only 4 little pictures, already fading out to disgrace the liveliness of the occasions. The first picture, the first thing you saw when you opened the book, was of him with Gale in the hospital. Jude got to hold her first, because Mom was feeling woozy and Dad was hurling in the sink. He was giving a big cheesy grin- it was the perfect day to be happy, even though everyone around him looked like death. The second picture was of him with Suzy, his middle-school love. It was of them eating popcorn after they had just had sex... how sweet. Yes, Jude was bringing it to the max at only 13. So was Suzy, woo-hoo! And then the third picture was of his parents on their wedding night. It had taken him many muscle relaxers to calm his urge to Sharpie-fy that picture... that was the day he regretted, even though he wasn't a part of it. The final picture, torn at one edge, was of him making out with his current boy-toy on his bed. A strew of drugs and poisons were in the background... that picture captured his current life. He figured those four pictures basically summed up everything he would need to remember, so he'd keep them in case he forgot in a haze or something.
Walking out of the house for the last time was a very quiet experience. The house didn't seem normal, and Jude didn't have any emotions flowing through him; it was just as if he was leaving for school. No thoughts bounced in his head as he got to the mirror and glanced at his reflection; in a big baggy tee, tight jeans and his swirly rainbow vans, he looked usual. Nothing was special. Nothing was special... maybe he should do something special. Quickly, he ran upstairs and got his can of hair gel. Fun time! Jude's normally curly hair was now emo-ey than ever, going over one eye and straight in the back. Heh heh, maybe he should bring that with him. He crammed it into his drawstring bag and then remembered; he hadn't left the note! It wouldn't take that long, might as well. Heck, might as well have fun with it! He was gonna say he was at a friend's house, but screw it, he'd say he was dead. He went to the kitchen and walked to the refrigerator, where he took the magnetic pen from the magnetic notepad and started writing in scribbly capitalized print. "I'M GONNA GO KILL MYSELF, AND I'M HIDING MY BODY- TAKE CARE OF GALE! I MEAN IT. SO YEAH, DON'T COME LOOKING FOR ME!!! AND ANOTHER THING- SCREW YOU, YOU NEGLECTING SHITTY PARENTS!" That was it. What a great suicide note! Jude was proud of himself. Truthfully if he really was planning on killing himself, the note would probably remain the same. Okay, that was it for real. Time to leave. So he did! He walked outta the house and was gone. Down the street he went, and the only thoughts in his head and he slowly gaited down the cracked sidewalk was that the breeze sure was nice. So... to the park!
It didn't take long to get there, in fact he didn't hardly notice when he arrived at his destination. He had been zoning out. You know when you're driving down the road and your car seems to lead the way? Well, it was like that. Before he knew it, he saw all of his friends- Pix was tackling someone, though he was too far away to make out who. He crossed the street to see it was Adrian. Sweet, sweet Adrian. Not bad on the eyes! Anywho, everyone else was also there- aww s**t. He probably walked too slow... curses for being the last one. Oh well! Hey, they didn't leave without him- yay for loyalty! "Oh my gosh, how late am I? Whoops... I got lost in translation somewhere." He waved to everyone scattered about, nervous due to the upcoming b***h-fit he was gonna have to hear.
Naaaaaaaaaa na na nanana naaaa......xxx
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“Okay, one quick check in the mirror. Then I have to go. Father will wake up soon...” Maylin crept over to the dresser in the main hall, hoping it wouldn’t take long to find the compact. The old wooden dresser had been in the family for generations and was considered the most important piece in the room, but it wasn’t treated as such. It’s once shining surface was piled with miscellaneous items that really had no place elsewhere in the house. Well, either that, or no one had bothered to put them away. Maylin first scanned through the stuff with her eyes, trying to have minimal noise. There was a teapot, some gears and screws that had strayed from Father’s workshop, silverware and plates, journals, feather pens, spilled jars of ink, inky watches... but nothing of a mirror. “Oh, lovely. I sure hope this doesn’t make noise.” Maylin started to slowly pick items off of the heap, one after the other. So far so good... oh, there was the compact! Maylin recognized its bronze casing, etched with her Mother’s initials. It was the only thing she left behind in Maylin’s name and honor. Reaching for the compact too quickly, Maylin’s arms bumped into a vase sitting amonst the worthless items. What was that doing there?!? It fell too quickly. Maylin didn’t have a chance to catch it. The sound cut through Maylin’s ears like when the engine exploded a few months back. The sound wasn’t the same of course, not anything like it, but the feeling afterward was the same: Run. Maylin could hear her Father emerge from his bed, and she knew what was coming. Screw the compact, she had to leave now. Running out the door and onto the street, she tried to make it to the corner, where she could hide behind the trees. She didn’t even try to close the door. Sure, Maylin could still hear her Father from the corner, yelling with rage in his voice; but it did not frighten her. She wouldn’t be getting bruises this morning! She snickered, proud to have gotten away.
Oh dear... she hadn’t gotten the flier, had she? Regret and panick flooded her mind as she remembered she’d left the paper on her bed. That damn paper was the whole reason she’d been going through all of that trouble in the first place! Maylin had been looking for an excuse to get away from the life Father was planning for her, and it had come to her like a slap in the head. This detective person- what was his name?- ah, it didn’t matter- was looking for a new assistant. The paper made the job sound so glorious; getting paid to help solve mysteries! It just pulled Maylin in. Heck, it certainly sounded more appealing than staying at home and maintaining the house with Father. That would enforce the problem she was trying to deny. Ever since Mother died, Father molded Maylin into her place, though she didn’t fit quite right. Mother was very obedient and did whatever Father said, cooking, cleaning, and staying out of the way of his work; but that sounded like no fun to Maylin! Although Maylin was kind to her Father and took care of him as best as she could, she still couldn’t fill in her Mother’s shoes. Her true ambition was to do what her Mother wanted to do but could never do- be out in the world, working with intelligent people towards the goal of improving human life and technology. This job, this would help! This would put her out there, get her connections. No. She would not let this small inconvience stop her. Didn’t the paper say to go toward Central? ... Yes, I believe so. Even though she didn’t know exactly what street it was on, Maylin knew which direction to lead her feet, and so away she went. It was still early in the morning yet, so not many people were up; only the maintenence crew seemed to be alive at the peak hours, checking up on the clocks to make sure the time was right, and doing other little tasks like that that made all the difference. Walking down the road, she tripped on her skirt; that reminded her. ”Oh goodness, I’ve forgotten about my outfit. I didn’t get the compact, that’s right.” She talked to herself as if she was a madwoman. Of course, partially she was, especially if she was on withdrawal. She hadn’t had her fix this morning, so if her behavior was off-whack, it wouldn’t surprise her. Maylin tried to contain it though, tried not to shiver and not to shake, because this was her first job interview. Very, very important she was calm and collected, like a decent contribution to society. It had just rained last night, hadn’t it? Yes, so she could hopefully find a puddle somewhere that would contain her reflection. Now looking even more like a madwoman, she wandered about, just trying to find a measly puddle. It took a while before Maylin realized she could just look into the windows of the shops she was passing, but eventually the thought did cross paths with her conscious. Stopping herself in front of a bakery window, a smile spread across her face. She was happy with herself today, which wasn’t usual. The corset she was wearing today didn’t make Maylin seem so busty like normal, which Maylin figured must’ve been a turn-off to some men. Oh, hopefully that wouldn’t be the case with this detective! The corset was laced tight, tighter than it should’ve been. Still, she looked decent, the black lining in the tan corset matching her skirt. She didn’t look as fancy as the other women she saw up and down the streets each afternoon and she didn’t even have her chestnut hair pulled back, but maybe that wasn’t important. Maybe her attitude would shine through for her. Well, one could only hope...
Maylin continued walking up the streets, every once and a while clearing the fog in the air from her face, hoping she’d find him somehow, even though in all honesty she had no idea if she’d find the place.
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- Lain
"Time to start again, to start anew."The phrase had bounced around Lain's head all morning. Her Mom had said it to her at the airport, right before Lain went through the gates and up the stairs into the monster plane. Starting again- what a concept. She'd already started anew when she moved to NY, and that was incredibly difficult. Not only did she have to say goodbye to her friends, but she had to go to a new house and make new acquaintances, eat new food, and lug all of her stuff miles and miles away. If only she could fit her friends in her suitcase. The move to New York was hard enough as it was with both legs, physically and emotionally. Now she'd have to go to a camp for broken souls. Oh, how pleasant. Well, at least she didn't have much to take. Two suitcases wouldn't break her back.
Ugh, was the hotel room musty. Cramped and musty. Not a good combination. Time to go to camp! Better call a cab. Lain reached for her cell lying in wait on the bathroom counter, dangerously close to the sink- was it wet?- no. Good. She had the cabs back at home on speed dial, but damn, what was the number here? Better call an operator. "Hello? Yeah, hi. Can I get a cab service number? Oh, thanks. Got it." How convenient, they text you the number now so you don't lose it. Heh, Lain didn't know that. Okay, bada-bing bada-boom, the cab would be there in twenty minutes. That's enough time to...
Lain looked around the room. No TV, no paper, no coffee maker. "That leaves me enough time to go check out, I suppose."Time for a room sweep, though there wasn't much to check for. Clothes packed? Check. Shoes rescued from under the bed? Check. Tip left for the maids? Checkedy check check. All was well, so she walked on over to the main building (only 2 frickin blocks away) and stepped inside. A prissy little thing was sitting inside, not bothering to look up when Lain came in the room. Obviously just working here because she couldn't get a job at Mickey D's. Too bad, so sad. Why a plate of bitchiness for the girl she hardly knew? She’d gotten into an arguement with her the night before about her room- it was silly; over the TV not working. Still though, she had yelled at Lain and threw a b***h-fit. Not cool. Must be a spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to do her job right. <3
Click, click, click, slap, stare. Lain stomped as best as she could in pumps, slammed her room key on the front desk (on a stack of Elle mags), and stared at the girly behind it. “See ya.” Finally Lain got her to look up, and once she saw that she’d officially irritated the worker, she smiled triumphantly and gaited herself right outta her eyesight. That was fun. Oh look, the cab was here! Lain jumped inside and gave the grungy, smelly driver the address to the camp. Dang, it wasn’t far away; but oddly it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The driver had taken turns out of the media-saturated streets and onto roads of dust, boxed in with trees so frickunn tall you couldn’t see their tops. Now here Lain was expecting some hospital type building, maybe something two cents short of an asylum. "Dang, it’s like a kiddy camp! Lovely."
Pulling up into a bus route by a huge looking shack, Lain tried to take in everything she was seeing. There was a cabin made out of wood- and around it were pebble trails and swings and huts and a buncha stuff. Were those dorm houses? Looked like it. Was that a lake? Yup, complete with a canoe holder! Oh joy, physical activity. Not so fun... and in front of it all was a sign that read:
”Welcome to RECOVERY. We repair broken souls through friendship and nature.”
Oh great, how did she let her Mom talk her into this? Ah well. Maybe something good would come out of it. Lain tipped the driver and stepped onto the muddy grass. It had just rained, apparently, or someone did a crappy job watering the lawn. Before she got a chance to walk to the front, a worker escorted her to the inside of the main shack. Wow, so much to take in- not. A bunch of wooden picnic tables extending out to each other, a stage with blue velvety curtains, and a gimooooongous fan. Uh-oh, was that the only AC? Oh well, it couldn't be that bad. As soon as the worker had appeared, she was gone- probably to go welcome the other campers- and Lain was left to sit down.
The stage was begging Lain to dance, to swirl the dirt covering it up into the air in a Grand Jete, or perhaps a Changement. The stage wouldn't win though, no matter how much it's emptiness crooned out to Lain. She simply sat down at the table farthest away from the stage and peeled the bright blue paint off the wood. More campers would come soon; they'd get their introductory, and then she'd forget all about the lonely stage...
- hopefully.
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"Maybe I want to be a fool."
-Jude
- BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEP BEEP BIP BEEP BL-
*smash*
Oh good God, why couldn't Jude have a damn normal alarm clock?
Well, because he was too lazy to fix the one his little angsty self threw against the wall, and too broke to buy a new one. Heck, he barely had enough to feed his indulgence in coffee. He could fix it, though, if he wanted to badly enough-- he had a knack for fixing stuff like that. Just to save time, you can sum it up by saying Tinker Toys were his favorite playthings when he was a kid.
Ooh, speaking of which. No wonder he'd set his alarm clock off so early.
Today was a special day. It was the day when he'd change his life.
Yes, today, Jude was planning on talking to someone- and seriously, more than just a coffee order or a random comment.
Today, Jude would invest himself in a normal conversation.
Well, that's what he'd been saying to himself for the past month.
But today was still a good day to try!~
Eh.
Rolling out of bed, (literally), Jude fell to the floor. Dramatic? Yes. A fun way to start the day? Heck yeah! MMmmm, the covers fell down with him-- how utterly tempting it was to curl himself in a cotton cocoon and fall back to sleep like a kitten. No! Today he must change his life! His attitude! The cat that has his tongue!
Thrashing the covers aside, he made it through all the routine morning activities, (including showering, brushing his teeth, eating a bowl of Cookie Crisps, and watching Courage the Cowardly Dog on Tivo) and even spent a little extra time on his hair. Ah, his lovely locks of thick, black hair. He liked to think people envied him for that. Of course, he had no clue if this was true or not. How could he? He didn't speak, barely!
Alright! Out the door! And only... frick. Three hours passed! Ah well, ah well, not so bad. It was only around 11:00. He could manage to still change his life before lunch.
Keys, seatbelt, iPod. Everything ready to go. Driving to the place didn't take long-- it was right next to work, which happened to be three blocks away. He could barely make it through one song, edited for radio nonetheless. However, on his way there he saw something new. A new sign was being put up by his house-- ya know, one of those billboards. What was it selling? Jude didn't have a clue; probably something like life insurance. It didn't matter. At the top in big red capital letters is read:
"DO SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF."
And Jude replied out loud in his car, almost wrecking into a cab. "Alright alright! I will! I wi- HOSHOOT"
*swwiiiiirrrrvvveee*
"WHACHWHARYAGOINYAFOOL!!!!"
The sound of sweet, sweet car horns and angry middle-aged taxi drivers was a GREAT way to start anew.
And so, after a quick scare (nothing like a jolt of energy in the morning!) the door swung open to the usual faces. There was Aiden, ordering his usual and setting up; Vivi, looking bored but busy; and even Roxanne, looking as frustrated as she normally did. Still, each time she looked like she was gonna pop a cap in this stupid kid's a**. Heh.
Yeah, he knew all of their names- every single one- but he doubted that they knew his. Oh, how unimportant he felt. Okay. He should change that. "Uhm, h-hi Viv-"
Grr. Another customer.
Eh, it was worth a shot. There goes his self-esteem for the day. Cut, that's a wrap. End scene 1. Return to the usual table with the usual chair, with a usual drink...
Ah, how Jude hated to be usual. Maybe he'd try again later.
