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Unappreciated - 3 - MmyEdgarEdgar sidled along the street, ducking under as many awnings and ledges as he could to escape the rain that had, as Jimmy predicted, started to fall. Now that he wasn't making pancakes for a deluded teenager who had kidnapped him, he had time to think of more pressing matters.
Why, exactly, had he materialized into being eating Chinese food? What kind of game was God playing this time? So many questions, and not enough time in the world to figure them out.
Edgar rubbed his arms and dashed to another awning, getting mildly drenched in the process. Okay, God, I'm ready to come home again, he thought to himself, Any time now.
In response, the awning ripped open and doused Edgar with the water it had been holding.
"Oh, for crying out loud," Edgar growled, glaring up at the dark clouds in pure contempt, "Thanks, really. Just perfect." Now that he didn't have to care about being wet, Edgar stalked on down
Unappreciated - 2 - MmyEdgarWhen Jimmy awoke, some long time later, he felt sunlight on him. His first thought was damn, I left the window open again, but this was soon overcome by an intense pain in his stomach. He groaned and rolled onto his side, clutching his abdomen, then changed his mind and grabbed his head as it started to throb. Oh, for fuck's sake. How much did I drink?
He managed to pull himself into a sitting position, hunched over and shrugging the sweat-soaked blanket off of him. But then he blinked, and looked at the blanket questioningly – he didn't have a blanket on his bed, usually.
"You should probably lay back down," a soft voice called from somewhere near the kitchenette. Jimmy turned his head sharply, then regretted it and did what the voice asked him to do, pulling the blanket over his head and groaning. His mouth tasted like something had shit in it, and his tongue was thick and dry.
"Here," the voic
Unappreciated - 1 - MmyEdgarHe was eating Chinese food, running on automatic. Each noodle, each piece of chicken, even his soda all exploded with flavor. It had been so long since he'd eaten anything that this was a shock to his system.
The question, really, was why. Why was he eating at all? Shouldn't he be in heaven, in his little wooden chair, blissing? Why had he been spat back out onto Earth only to find himself eating Kung Pow Chicken and chow mein? He felt suddenly, violently sick, and pushed the food away, pushing his chair back and standing up shakily.
Something was very, very wrong here. Had he been hallucinating? No, couldn't be. He didn't remember anything after being ripped into strips by... by...
He stepped outside and moved to the side, stepping to the mouth of an alley, out of the way. No one stopped or looked at him. Shouldn't he be dead? He had been.
Under the Red White And BlueIt was the first Fourth of July that Tina would be home for in almost five years. Of course, she was anticipating both the good and the bad, as they pulled up to the already crowded park. It was a party for the whole neighborhood, so she was confident she could dive into the crowd, should her mother become ornery. Of course, Tina doubted that such a thing would happen – after all, there was something in that voice of hers that could sooth her mother in moments.
"I don't want to be here." Unless, of course, Dante's bad mood stayed with him while they went to see their mother.
"God, you're such a downer. We're just making a quick appearance, shake a few hands, talk to mom, and then we're gone. Nothing fancy."
"This is Hell on Earth."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Dante, just go get wasted already!" Tina made a dismissing gesture, and Dante sighed obnoxiously, moving away from his sister. Dante hated family functions; part of the reason he hadn't come home since '96 was because of the
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