Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 17:39:27 GMT -8
DON'T GET TOO CLOSE IT'S DARK INSIDE IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS
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Tino wasn't the largest fan of the state of Isle of Dogs. He worked there long enough to see the state of some of the streets, particularly the bad ones. It made his optimistic attitude sink when he saw children playing in the gutters without shoes, clothes, or even toys. A couple of them were kicking around cans like balls.
Tino could handle being manhanded. Tino could cope with being cupped. However, what kept him awake at night was thinking about those kids that literally had nothing. One night, Tino finally sat up and paced to the kitchen with a pad of paper and a pen. He was going to change things.
A few weeks after that, Tino organized a donation drive. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc were donated in a massive toy drive for the kids of the Isle. Tino met with them a few times, asking which ones were their favourite and that he'd try his best to get them. He had soccer balls, basketballs, dollies, plush toys, and almost anything a kid could want. He, along with a few other volunteers, were to deliver the load off today.
Tino had gotten there ahead of time, rallying the children that had already gathered in the old hall of a small orphanage. Faces bright and smiles larger than he had seen them this year, they swarmed around him and spoke in excited tones.
“Mr. Tino Mr. Tino, will they be here soon?”
Tino grinned. “Yes very soon! I hope you'll like it!”
“Oh man, I've always wanted to play with a slinky! Are there some of those?”
Tino turned to the little boy, brown hair and blue eyes gleaming up at him. The Fin smiled and mussed his overgrown chocolate locks. “I think so! If not, we'll try and get some on the next toy drive.”
“You mean... there might be more?!”
Tino's heart ached at how these kids had never experienced anything like this before. He smiled down at them, crouching to he saw them eye to eye. They all looked so happy, so young and hopeful. The Fin smiled and responded with, “Of course. You guys are all so awesome. Santa Claus will definitely bring you toys for being so good!”
A chorus of smiles and eager whispers rippled between them as Tino stood, checking his watch. The van was late... where could they be? Flipping open his archaic nokia, he punched in Janice's number. It rang twice before she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey Jan, it's Tino. I was just wondering when these toys are coming. I've been here for a little while and I haven't seen anyone.”
“...Tino, the toys were dropped off already.”
“What?! That's impossible! We're been here for an hour! No one's come by!”
“Jesus Christ, they were placed on the doorstep, check there!”
Tino moved quickly, opening the thick wooden door with an urgent motion. His eyes widened as he stared down. On the concrete steps was a piece of a torn garbage bag, with various articles of cloth scattered down the steps and onto the sidewalk. The rest of the donations... the seven bags of toys that they had collected...
“Tino?”
“They're gone. They're fucking gone. Someone stole our goddamn donations”
“Oh shit... Tino just... calm down, we'll figure something ou-”
Tino cut her off by snapping the phone shut as his eyes scanned the road, burning like hot coals in his sockets. Tino rarely got angry, but when he did, he was frightening. How dare some scum take toys placed on an orphanage's stairs. Goddamn toys. Tino was seething internally, ready to rip someone's throat out when something tugged on his pant leg. He blinked before looking down to see a little girl, Mollie as he recalled, staring up at him. His gaze softened.
“What's wrong Mr. Tino?”
Tino sighed, looked back through the door. All those kids... and they were so excited. Tino clicked his tongue in the back of his throat, smiling as he crouched beside her. He patted her head as he spoke softly.
“Just a little hiccup with the delivery. Here, we'll pick these things up and I'll be right back, okay?” Tino stood and snatched the two shirts and the blanket from the steps and passed them to her. She took them in her small hands before looking back up at him with her big eyes.
“Promise?” she asked quietly, and to which Tino nodded.
“I promise. Cross my heart. Now go back inside and have something to eat, I'll be back soon.”
As soon as the door closed, the fake smile dripped off Tino's features and he began to move. Run in fact. He didn't know where he was going, but an alley seemed like a good start. Tino reached into his pants and pulled the handgun from its holster. Clicking off the safety, Tino tucked it in his jacket as venomous violet hues scanned the alleyway.
He'd bring those toys back. He made a promise.
Tino could handle being manhanded. Tino could cope with being cupped. However, what kept him awake at night was thinking about those kids that literally had nothing. One night, Tino finally sat up and paced to the kitchen with a pad of paper and a pen. He was going to change things.
A few weeks after that, Tino organized a donation drive. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc were donated in a massive toy drive for the kids of the Isle. Tino met with them a few times, asking which ones were their favourite and that he'd try his best to get them. He had soccer balls, basketballs, dollies, plush toys, and almost anything a kid could want. He, along with a few other volunteers, were to deliver the load off today.
Tino had gotten there ahead of time, rallying the children that had already gathered in the old hall of a small orphanage. Faces bright and smiles larger than he had seen them this year, they swarmed around him and spoke in excited tones.
“Mr. Tino Mr. Tino, will they be here soon?”
Tino grinned. “Yes very soon! I hope you'll like it!”
“Oh man, I've always wanted to play with a slinky! Are there some of those?”
Tino turned to the little boy, brown hair and blue eyes gleaming up at him. The Fin smiled and mussed his overgrown chocolate locks. “I think so! If not, we'll try and get some on the next toy drive.”
“You mean... there might be more?!”
Tino's heart ached at how these kids had never experienced anything like this before. He smiled down at them, crouching to he saw them eye to eye. They all looked so happy, so young and hopeful. The Fin smiled and responded with, “Of course. You guys are all so awesome. Santa Claus will definitely bring you toys for being so good!”
A chorus of smiles and eager whispers rippled between them as Tino stood, checking his watch. The van was late... where could they be? Flipping open his archaic nokia, he punched in Janice's number. It rang twice before she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey Jan, it's Tino. I was just wondering when these toys are coming. I've been here for a little while and I haven't seen anyone.”
“...Tino, the toys were dropped off already.”
“What?! That's impossible! We're been here for an hour! No one's come by!”
“Jesus Christ, they were placed on the doorstep, check there!”
Tino moved quickly, opening the thick wooden door with an urgent motion. His eyes widened as he stared down. On the concrete steps was a piece of a torn garbage bag, with various articles of cloth scattered down the steps and onto the sidewalk. The rest of the donations... the seven bags of toys that they had collected...
“Tino?”
“They're gone. They're fucking gone. Someone stole our goddamn donations”
“Oh shit... Tino just... calm down, we'll figure something ou-”
Tino cut her off by snapping the phone shut as his eyes scanned the road, burning like hot coals in his sockets. Tino rarely got angry, but when he did, he was frightening. How dare some scum take toys placed on an orphanage's stairs. Goddamn toys. Tino was seething internally, ready to rip someone's throat out when something tugged on his pant leg. He blinked before looking down to see a little girl, Mollie as he recalled, staring up at him. His gaze softened.
“What's wrong Mr. Tino?”
Tino sighed, looked back through the door. All those kids... and they were so excited. Tino clicked his tongue in the back of his throat, smiling as he crouched beside her. He patted her head as he spoke softly.
“Just a little hiccup with the delivery. Here, we'll pick these things up and I'll be right back, okay?” Tino stood and snatched the two shirts and the blanket from the steps and passed them to her. She took them in her small hands before looking back up at him with her big eyes.
“Promise?” she asked quietly, and to which Tino nodded.
“I promise. Cross my heart. Now go back inside and have something to eat, I'll be back soon.”
As soon as the door closed, the fake smile dripped off Tino's features and he began to move. Run in fact. He didn't know where he was going, but an alley seemed like a good start. Tino reached into his pants and pulled the handgun from its holster. Clicking off the safety, Tino tucked it in his jacket as venomous violet hues scanned the alleyway.
He'd bring those toys back. He made a promise.
CODED BY LOGAN
