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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Nov 27, 2006 16:11:34 GMT -5
As soon as the two older Guthries had set Lewis free in the school, he'd started exploring. It wasn't very long before he was distracted in his searching by an unexpect treasure; a staircase. They had two staircases back home, one down to the cellar, which was so rickety even Lewis didn't dare run on it, and the one up to the second floor where the mass of Guthries had split up the bedrooms (none of which had air conditioning). The upstairs staircase had been between two walls, so it hadn't had a banister.
Lewis didn't waste much time. First he hopped up the stairs (quite literally). He then paused a moment to look over the rail and giggle at how far away the floor was. He then hitched one leg over the wooden railing and grabbed on. Only there were vertical beams attached to the rail, and he quickly realized he couldn't slide his hands down it.
So, he let go.
He started to go down quite nicely, letting out a gleeful 'whoop!'. But somewhere near the bottom he started to tilt dangerously to the outside of the railing. He grabbed on as he slid, and ended up nearly upside-down, hanging a good five feet above the floor. He let his head fall and stared at the ground, snorting a laugh, and then another and another.
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Post by phase on Nov 29, 2006 20:22:49 GMT -5
Phase had been running through the halls, gathering speed, then skidding several feet in her plushie socks. She'd been doing it all morning and hadn't gotten tired.
Running through to a foyer, she slid again, thin little legs stiff, then fell smack on her back with a yelp as she lost her balance.
She might have whined in pain from her head hitting the floor of it weren't for a little boy's face looking down at her, dangling just a few feet above.
"..hi?"
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Nov 29, 2006 22:03:12 GMT -5
Lewis twisted around to see the girl as she came running down the hall underneath him, then fell. He untangled his legs and balanced his toes on the ledge, then began to climb down. He jumped from the side of the stairs, landing a few feet away from Phase. He landed fine, but let his weight continue to take him to the floor. He fell on his butt and looked at the girl who had fallen.
"Hey! D'y'all live here to?" he asked with a toothy smile. Mama always said to be nice to strangers, especially little girl strangers, cause some day he'd have to marry one of 'em and they'd remember a little boy who dipped their pigtails in ink. Lewis didn't want to ever get married (after all, look what Sammy had got stuck with), but he was generally nice anyway.
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Post by phase on Dec 4, 2006 23:04:37 GMT -5
Phase grinned, clapping her hands a little. "Yeah! My name's Hannah! I lib here. I'm in Kitty's room but she's not very nice. You should stay away from her!"
Bouncing a little, her long skinny arms dangling randomly, she continued on. "Who are you? Are you a monkey mutant? I can't climb like that. Will you teach me? We should play mountained cline-ders!"
More bouncing ensued to accentuate her point.
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 5, 2006 16:57:07 GMT -5
Lewis didn't know quite how to take the constant bouncing energy coming from the girl, who he could tell was a little bit younger than him but by how much he had no idea, and didn't really give a thought to it. He watched her with a mixed look of amusement and confusion, which probably made for a very funny expression.
"A monkey mutant?" he repeated. He knew what a monkey was, and a mutant, of course, but he'd never heard them put together like that. "No, but my brother Sammy calls me a monkey sometimes. I just like to climb stuff. An' there ain't no trees the right size near here, and Paige - that's my sister, Paige - she says I cain't go off without her or Sammy or somebody else with me so I cain't go climb in the woods. But these stairs is fun, though," he said, tilting his head waaay back and looking up at the stairs.
"Is there a monkey mutant here?" he asked, lowering his head again and looking at Paige as he moved his feet from side to side. He wiped his nose with his sleeve hard, feeling a very slight tickly feeling as his hand moved over a bruise on the side of his face. 'Whoops,' he thought, only dwelling on it a moment before moving on. "What do you do? Are you a frog mutant?"
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Post by phase on Dec 8, 2006 20:07:17 GMT -5
"Nope! Though we do have a blue guy. His name is MIster Wagner. He's super nice. I'm not a frog mutant! My name's Hannah, they call me Phase Type C. I can poof away from my body. But I can't show you," she said, shaking her head to emphasize her point. "Cause if I do it too many times it makes me sick and Missus Storm said I had to stop for a while."
She bounced a little. "Hey! Hey! Your sister's name is Paige? I know a Paige. She's my friend Bobby's friend. She's super nice too. Does she have blonde hair? I like her."
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 8, 2006 20:46:27 GMT -5
Lewis splayed his legs out in front of him, picking up his feet and stomping them on the ground just for the sake of not holding still. "Yeah, Paige is my sis. She's nice...till yah do somethin' like pull her hair or beat her to the bathroom in the mornin'." He laughed, scuffing his shoe along the floor and watching it as he did it.
"Guess what I do," he challenged, looking to Phase again.
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Post by phase on Dec 9, 2006 1:53:05 GMT -5
Phase heard the challenge in his voice, and felt it rush from him like a whirlwind of firecrackers. It made her laugh like she was being tickled.
"What what? What can you do?"
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 9, 2006 10:28:18 GMT -5
Lewis extended his arm out to Hannah, giving her a proud smile. "Hit me," he said. "Go on, do it. Hit me."
Then, emphasizing every word, he said, "It. Doesn't. Hurt." He grinned at her, clearly excited about the revelation.
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Post by phase on Dec 9, 2006 22:22:02 GMT -5
It took Hannah a second to understand what he meant. He *wanted* to get hit? She didn't get it. But he stood there looking so enthusiastic, she tried it once, mostly just pushing him.
"You mean it?" She said, and when he nodded, she felt a rush of excitement come from him again.
Hannah giggled.
"Aaaalriiiight..." Drawing a hand back in a fist, face up and near her side, she let out a yell just like sensei taught, to change the flow of energy forward. "Kiiiya!" She screamed in her six year old voice, punching Lewis hard in the ribs.
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 10, 2006 12:17:09 GMT -5
(ooc: LMAO! I totally forgot Phase was a trained fighter!! Ahaha. Poor Lewis! Heheheh I love you Ren)
Lewis grabbed his side and doubled over, but he didn't cry out in pain. Instead, he burst into laughter, his face scrunched up and his eyes closed tight as his laughter filled the hallway. "It...tickles..." he attempted to explain through his guffaws.
He fell over sideways, still clutching his side, and laughed up at the ceiling. "You hit as hard as my sister," he said when he could manage to piece together a whole sentence before falling into giggles again. He was surprised at the amount of strength that had come from the little girl - she did hit as hard as Lewis' sister Melody did, but she hit as hard as Melody did when Melody was real mad and really trying to hurt with her punch, not just playing around.
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Post by phase on Dec 13, 2006 16:28:21 GMT -5
Hannah raised her eyebrows, standing back a bit. How could that have… tickled?
Her pale coloured eyes opened wide, and she stood staring at Lewis for a long while, the boy still giggling on the floor.
“What kind of mutation is that?” She said curiously, tilting her head. “Are you not afraid ever? Is that what kind of mutant you are?”
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 13, 2006 22:36:45 GMT -5
"I still get scared," Lewis said when he could finally speak. He wiped his eyes, which were tearing up - but he knew they were tears from laughing, so he didn't mind them. "I just don't get hurt. Well, I get hurt. But it doesn't hurt. Yah know?"
He was making perfect sense to himself, so of course he assumed that Phase understood perfectly as well. "One time I jumped offa the roof an' Doc Haynes said I broked a baker's dozen bones - Mama said that was thirteen - and I ain't never laughed so hard in my life," Lewis finished, smiling proudly. His side still tickled slightly, keeping the grin on his face. He didn't even wonder if it'd bruise; he didn't care. Bruises were more interesting than anything else now.
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Post by phase on Dec 17, 2006 1:37:16 GMT -5
Phase tipped her head to the other side, obviously finding it difficult to understand.
"So when I hit cha it makes you laugh?" She said, biting her bottom lip.
"You sure are a weird guy," she said, nodding with a smile. "We have to be friends. There's not a whole lot of little kids here, mostly bigger kids. Wanna be friends?"
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 17, 2006 14:41:35 GMT -5
"I'm not a little kid - not real little," he half-protested. But he relented and nodded. "But okay, we can be friends. S'long as I don't hafta play dolls and y'all won't try and dress me up in bows and stuff." He made a face; apparently it was something he had endured more than once with his sisters back home.
"Do you get your own room? Sammy said I don't have to stay with him and he'd find me a room."
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Post by phase on Dec 20, 2006 11:45:36 GMT -5
Hannah nodded vigorously. “I get my own room now that I told Miss Heather that I didn’t like my moo-mate. Her name’s Kitty and she’s not very nice but she’s a lot older than me? So I wasn’t sposeda be in her room anyway- but I meet-ed this other guy, Bobby. Do you know Bobby? He’s called Iceman. I gotta see this magazeened thing where they had his pictures inside. Wanna see it?”
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Dec 20, 2006 12:59:12 GMT -5
Lewis nodded, though with less enthusiasm than Hannah, who seemed about to burst with it. "I ain't really met too many people. I only just got here today," he said as he stood up, ready for Phase to lead him to the magazine.
"Ice Man? Is he...an ice cube?" Lewis snickered as he pictured a big giant ice cube with cartoon-ish googly eyes. Or maybe he was a snowman, with a carrot for a nose and everything! Thinking of snowmen with carrot-noses always made Lewis remember one winter when mama had let him use a carrot for his snowman even though they only had a couple left. It would be a while before he would look back on that and understand what a sacrifice his mother had made for her son.
"Why's his picture in a magazine? Is he famous?" Lewis asked Hannah as he wiped his nose on his hand. His sisters liked to go down to the gas station and look at the magazines until the manager shooed them out. It seemed like they got shooed out faster than the other girls who did the same thing--but then, even Lewis understood in his eight-year-old mind that the folks in their town hadn't really liked their family. Even though Lewis knew Sammy was a hero, most of the other folks didn't know it like he did.
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