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Post by Trustin on Jul 29, 2015 13:33:45 GMT -5
Geez it was such a nice day, so already a much better than normal day. No one nearby was trying to beat someone else down. There wasn’t any pained screaming. And the black market was on the other side of the slums, at least for the next two hours. It was absolutely quiet where Trustin lie, on a high scrap metal roof like a tanning bed. It was so warm and comfy thanks to the dome and Sun. But...was it the real Sun or an artificial sun? Do they shine any different? Which one grows the plant-
“....Where is everybody?” Trustin sat up quickly. He never had a clear enough head to question anything. He was usually too busy watching out for himself. But there was absolutely no one to watch out for. “.....What is today?” He asked himself who was in a blinking daze. He counted on his fingers and recollected the day before. Quite a climax of crime and villainy, oh Mondays…. That moment it hit him.
“FREE SOUP TUESDAY-”
Trustin quickly hopped down from the sun roof onto others more lower lying. Stepping down a few like stairs to the ground. A good two minutes of running down the right alleys got him to his destination. The best looking buildings of the slums, be it that it only took not having holes in it’s roof, The Communwhatsit Center of Rehbiblah. Giving out a decent blankets and food.
This place was great for getting some things. The only take back was just the line if one happened to be late. Trustin was definitely late, but he was alright. He had a solution.
Trust dusted himself off a lot while heading to the back door. He looked up at the big bad guards waiting for some reason to not let him in. But he simply explained he was a volunteer with his healthiest, not hungry looking posture and brightest smile. They went ahead and scanned him for civilianship. While they were trying to get a handle on Trustin's full name, they let him in.
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Civilians
Spear of Cerberus
Posts: 109
Preferred Name: Varmun
Pronouns: He/Him
Character Profile: Character List
Character Name: Dante Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
Status: Active
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Post by Dante on Jul 29, 2015 14:39:41 GMT -5
You know, Dante had always heard that "people in this world are so selfish," "no one cares about each other." Honestly, he never understood that. He knew plenty of selfless people, both rich and poor. Every Tuesday, he got a wonderful reminder of this as he carried heavy boxes full of soup, ramen, blankets, and hope.
… I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Thanks a lot, Dante.
In all seriousness, for the last three months, Dante had spent every Tuesday morning going around his neighborhood to gather canned food and old clothes. All of it went to the people of the Slums, handed out on what they called "Free Soup Tuesday." Dante had only heard about this wonderful day three years ago, and he and Isaac had taken advantage of it during their last few years in the Slums. But now that they were in the Lower class, Dante wanted to start paying back the community kitchen's kindness.
Dante hummed as he walked toward the kitchen, his headphones blaring music. He didn't hear people cheer for his arrival, but he noticed their waving out of the corner of his eye. They weren't really cheering for him, but rather for the extra-large box he had this week. Still, Dante smiled to the line of people outside the kitchen, and he made his way to the back. It looked like the guards had just let someone in, as the back door slammed shut just as Dante rounded the corner. He looked to the guards, and they saw the box in his hands. They recognized him and asked no questions, just let him in.
"That you this time, Dante?" asked a hoarse voice. Dante looked to see an old man dressed in a spotty old apron. He stood in front of a stove and stirred a big pot of soup with a stained ladle, getting everything ready for when the doors opened.
"Yes, sir. I've got twenty cans today, too."
"Well don't just stand there. Get a pot and get to work." The old man let out a ragged laugh, though, and Dante smiled, heading over to the stove. But he only took two steps before he came to a stop again, seeing a man with red hair and tall rabbit ears beside him.
"Oh," he said to the man. "Sorry, didn't see you there. You a new volunteer?"
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Post by Trustin on Jul 29, 2015 16:18:06 GMT -5
Trustin traced his sight over the area looking for the food. An old man was already stirring a big pot of that good good. The smell had him completely thrown. He was so distracted that he hadn’t heard the guy ask who had entered. Then Trustin heard the door open and close again behind him.
Trustin looked over beside him to see an extra large box. It was so Beautiful. The box of the twenty cans, moved forward a bit until Trustin could see it’s carrier. The first one to in the room to have his attention. The white and blue-haired, blue eyed, man spoke up to him. Very friendly for sure. ‘Time to just go along.’
“Hey, hi.” He smiled, “Yes I am, but it was a spontaneous, right now decision.” He nodded.
“I was completely dazed by the good smells for a second haha. But I’d like to help-” Trustin put his hands on the sides of the box. “Need help with this? Or um...”
“U-um….” Trustin suddenly saw a shadow cast over him.
“Ack!-” A large hand landed on Trust’s his shoulder and the hoarse voice spoke.
“So, that’s why you’re here, I’ll help you get started.”
“Uwaahhh…..” Trustin got dragged off by the man, who got Trust to washing his hands and outfitted him in an apron, hair net, and gloves. In no time he was set on a pot and had a bright new ladle.
“.......” He wasn't completely comfortable.
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Civilians
Spear of Cerberus
Posts: 109
Preferred Name: Varmun
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Character Name: Dante Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
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Post by Dante on Jul 29, 2015 20:06:13 GMT -5
Dante watched as the bunny-eared boy started explaining himself, smiling and nodding, then pursing his lips as the old man forced the boy into an apron and put him to work without a second thought. Yeah, the guy looked all kinds of not comfy right now.
But the old man’s antics brought a smile to Dante’s face, and he laughed. Setting the box of soup and clothes down on the counter, Dante reached over and patted the bunny boy on the back, saying, “Mr. Mathers moves fast, doesn’t he? Don’t think you have to be as hardcore with this as he is, though. You can take your time. Here.” Dante pulled out a single can of soup and handed it to the boy. “Just follow the instructions. They’re real simple.”
Dante then casually got ready, cleaning his hands, putting on his hair net, and tying up his apron. He took a spot next to the bunny boy and put a tall pot up on the stove. Four big cans of soup seemed like a good number to start with—though still small compared to the twelve cans that Mr. Mathers dealt with all on his own.
As he stirred his pot, Dante looked over to the bunny boy and said, “So, my name’s Dante. What’s yours?” He held out his free hand for a handshake and let his eyes travel over the boy’s bright red ears again. “Say, you look kind of familiar. Did you grow up in the Slums, too? I swear I’ve seen your ears around before.”
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Post by Trustin on Jul 30, 2015 14:34:08 GMT -5
“Mr.Mathers huh? Yeah he does move fast.” Trustin picked up the can he was given and started reading the instructions. “Thanks.” Simple for sure. He opened up the can pouring the soup in the pot. Then he filled the can with water and poured that in too. By the time Trustin had turned the burner knob set to the right temperature, the young and sweeter volunteer had returned. He was preparing four cans of soup, compared to Big Twelve over there.
Trustin was sure he was about to doze off on the smells again, before the other young man spoke up. “Hey Dante,” He shook his hand and smiled, “I’m Trustin.” He could tell Dante was taking a good look at him. “I look familiar? Well it makes sense that you do too.” Trustin started stirring the soup trying to think if he looked good familiar or bad familiar. “I didn’t grow up in the slums, but I’ve been living here since my retest.” He shrugged. “I come around here for food quite a bit so maybe you’ve seen me in line."
“Yeah...here is where I can remember you best form. You’ve been volunteering here for a minute haven’t you?” He looked at him tilting his head. “What else do you do aside from volunteer Dante?”
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Spear of Cerberus
Posts: 109
Preferred Name: Varmun
Pronouns: He/Him
Character Profile: Character List
Character Name: Dante Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
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Post by Dante on Jul 31, 2015 14:12:36 GMT -5
Dante's smile quickly sank into a grimace when Trustin told him he'd bombed a retest. "O-oh," he said, looking guilty for asking. "I'm sorry, man." But Trustin didn't seem bothered by it. He just shrugged and kept talking, and Dante tried to recover with a nervous chuckle. "Y-yeah, maybe that's it. A-and maybe even before I started volunteering? Like, my brother and I used to get food here every Tuesday, too." No, Dante, Trustin probably hadn't seen you before you volunteered. He likely failed his test right as you passed yours.
Trustin proved that right when he seemed confident with where he'd seen Dante before. "Yeah. Three months, actually. Or… is it four? I started after my birthday, so that was…" Dante started counting on his fingers, having a hard time figuring out how far May and July were from each other.
When all attempts at math failed, Dante simply smiled and said, "Well, I turned sixteen in May, so I finally got a job." Then, he hesitated. His brother's voice shot through his head. Isaac had always told Dante not to tell people he was a cop, especially in the slums. Something about people not liking the police. Dante kinda understood that, but people would find out sooner or later. And besides, Trustin seemed like a good guy. "Or, well, half the time I'm still a student, but the other half I'm a cop. I got into the Lower Class Police Academy." Dante smiled, proud of his accomplishment, proud of his position.
"What about you? What do you do?" Dante wanted to ask what Trustin did before his retest but holy hell that would have been stupid, even for him. Still, he was curious about Trustin's rabbit ears. Had Trustin made enough money on his own to pay for them, or were they passed down to him from a parent?
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Post by Trustin on Aug 1, 2015 23:04:34 GMT -5
"It's alright, no one's fault but mine." That's how Trustin felt about it. It was alright here, the only hard part was finding other meals. Along with surviving. This place made the food part easier. "So you used this place yourself. Nice to see you giving back." He smiled. 'May huh...' That was only a month before his re-test.
“Police school?” Trustin was surprised, Dante was so nice so far. Though he guessed police people weren’t rudely forceful 24/7. Yet, he was working in the lower class too, so bad stuff does happen here and there...up there. So maybe he was good at it. Maybe Dante even had a bad cop side he saved for harassing criminals. 'He looks so proud! That's adorable.'
"Th-that's cool. Dangerous though, good luck but, why do you do it?" He was genuinely curious.
"I...Don't do much." Oh man, Trustin was more than thankful that he had asked about Dante's job first. "I deliver packages and sorts for people around here. Sometimes I take up odd jobs. Shoe shining, dog walking, chimney sweep, stand in best-man. Just a few examples." He tasted the soup, Lord it was great.
After he messed with the uncomfortable hair net. Maybe it's just odd the first time. Then he sort of noticed. 'He's been...looking at my ears, must be curious.'
"I got them from my parents, m-my ears and tail."
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Civilians
Spear of Cerberus
Posts: 109
Preferred Name: Varmun
Pronouns: He/Him
Character Profile: Character List
Character Name: Dante Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
Status: Active
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Post by Dante on Aug 4, 2015 12:08:54 GMT -5
Dante jerked his head back, his eyes wide with guilt, and he stepped back, waving his hands in front of his face as he frantically said, “Oh crap, was I staring? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Just, your ears are so cool. Seriously.” Dante’s cheeks turned pink. He’d really screwed up. He must have looked like a crazy stalker. “I-I mean, I always wanted to get a gene mod myself, you know? I just could never afford it. Or, well, I mean, a gene mod other than my hair. It’s not actually mine, though. My grandfather apparently had it, so it just kinda got passed down to my brother and me.”
Thankfully, Trustin seemed like a pretty chill guy. He didn’t seem too uncomfortable with Dante staring like a creep, and after a bit of silence, the two got back to talking.
“A-anyway, as for my job—well—my parents were both cops.” With every word, Dante recovered his composure, and his voice started to swell up with pride. “My dad was a detective, and my mom was the chief of police for the Middle class. They were amazing cops—the best that the Middle class had ever seen.” The more Dante talked, the more he sounded like a kid talking about a character in a movie.
“So I know it sounds really corny, but I want to be just like them.” Dante grinned, always so happy to talk about his parents and why he wanted to become a cop. He only hoped that Trustin found it interesting.
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