Day-old Bread and a Helping Handtiny_priestAugust 16 2009, 23:52:23 UTC
Smiling teeth and words within laughter. A small form in a baggy cassock. Bright eyes on a precocious tanned face. Rosemario Thyme, a priest in training, was volunteering on a street corner, passing out day-old bread to the needy. No judgement was laid here, just a helping hand.
The table at the corner of the intersection was laden with miniature bibles, literature, and baskets of bread, given to anyone who needed it. No special coupons were required and everyone was approved to take one. Rosemario's words were quick and concise, and he blessed many a passers-by with a quick flip of his fingers in the air, drawing a cross.
He came out earlier today than usual because of the laundry list of things "to-do". His mentor at the abbey, Brother Luke, had left on a mission with Mister Shaah. Thus, he left for Rosem many responsibilities.
Now the night sky slowly began it’s shift of color, putting Mr. Hyde into even more of a foul mood. He hadn’t planned on being out at this time. He should have gotten back to his lab during the night, and yet the sun was already rising!
He hadn’t found what he’d wanted at Shibusen. All the information he needed was on the inside. Soon enough he would be able to get access to those files, when his counter part was introduced as staff, but… it was taking too long! He wanted them at once, and without this nonessential delay. It seemed Hyde’s best friend was anger.
On his way, he came to a corner that held a table with a number of items. He didn’t even glance at what it was; It made no difference to him. Without stopping, without a moment to consider what he was doing, he kicked over the obstruction in his way as he rounded the corner. Books and food alike went airborne before it scattered across the side walk and into the street.
What the hell was this doing here, in the way like this! It was out of the way now, in either case!
A travesty! A ridiculous turn of events! Who was this devil-man?!
Rosem scurried about picking up the bread and bibles, putting them in some sort of order before confronting the man who'd put his day's work into disarray. "Hey, you there!", the little priest cried out loud. Sandalled stomps carried not the anger he pushed into every step. Little hands yanked at the hem of the man's shirt to spin him around. "Who do you think you are?!"
Someone was shouting. Someone was tugging at his coat.
The man did indeed spin around to face the boy, but also followed after by grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the building next to them. “Don’t you dare touch me, you mongrel! I aught to give you such a beating for putting all this trash out in the way! Impudence!” His voice was a most hateful snarl as he shouted without restraint in the boy’s face, unintentionally getting spit on him, but he might as well have meant to.
And there was the anger within him, the smallest of things such as this stirring up the murky filth that was his mind, never settling. His previous irritation of being out so late temporarily forgotten in the face of this new annoyance. Hyde held Rosem pinned against the wall, hands kept on his neck as to choke him to death. He wasn’t thinking. Only reacting to his insatiable anger.
Trash?! Mongrel?! The words raced through his mind in between AIR! AAAAIR!-commands that his mind was sending to his body. Immediately he tucked his chin as he would in a choke hold, but seeing as how the man was using something much smaller than his forearm, it was ineffective. He looked around, his arm flailing for attention from others, but to no avail. Everyone was scattering away from them.
Think, boy. Think. Immediately, he turned into a length of razor wire beneath the man's forceful hand, hoping to cut through the sensitive flesh of his palm and fingers.
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The table at the corner of the intersection was laden with miniature bibles, literature, and baskets of bread, given to anyone who needed it. No special coupons were required and everyone was approved to take one. Rosemario's words were quick and concise, and he blessed many a passers-by with a quick flip of his fingers in the air, drawing a cross.
He came out earlier today than usual because of the laundry list of things "to-do". His mentor at the abbey, Brother Luke, had left on a mission with Mister Shaah. Thus, he left for Rosem many responsibilities.
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He hadn’t found what he’d wanted at Shibusen. All the information he needed was on the inside. Soon enough he would be able to get access to those files, when his counter part was introduced as staff, but… it was taking too long! He wanted them at once, and without this nonessential delay. It seemed Hyde’s best friend was anger.
On his way, he came to a corner that held a table with a number of items. He didn’t even glance at what it was; It made no difference to him. Without stopping, without a moment to consider what he was doing, he kicked over the obstruction in his way as he rounded the corner. Books and food alike went airborne before it scattered across the side walk and into the street.
What the hell was this doing here, in the way like this! It was out of the way now, in either case!
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Rosem scurried about picking up the bread and bibles, putting them in some sort of order before confronting the man who'd put his day's work into disarray. "Hey, you there!", the little priest cried out loud. Sandalled stomps carried not the anger he pushed into every step. Little hands yanked at the hem of the man's shirt to spin him around. "Who do you think you are?!"
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The man did indeed spin around to face the boy, but also followed after by grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the building next to them.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you mongrel! I aught to give you such a beating for putting all this trash out in the way! Impudence!” His voice was a most hateful snarl as he shouted without restraint in the boy’s face, unintentionally getting spit on him, but he might as well have meant to.
And there was the anger within him, the smallest of things such as this stirring up the murky filth that was his mind, never settling. His previous irritation of being out so late temporarily forgotten in the face of this new annoyance. Hyde held Rosem pinned against the wall, hands kept on his neck as to choke him to death. He wasn’t thinking. Only reacting to his insatiable anger.
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Think, boy. Think. Immediately, he turned into a length of razor wire beneath the man's forceful hand, hoping to cut through the sensitive flesh of his palm and fingers.
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