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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 18:23:26 GMT -5
((Open to All Who'd be in the Junkyard/Jellicles. This takes place 8 years ago. Plato is 12 and Alonzo 15))
Plato grit his teeth as he did push ups. He kept messing up the numbers with his counting. He'd planned to do 200 a day so he could get buffer sooner. It wasn't fair that Victor was stronger. So he had to top that. Maybe Victor had his growth spurt, but Plato could too.
The problem was he'd always get thrown off after thirty. Then the numbers got mixed up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing push ups but he was almost to the point of exhaustion, and then some. Sweat dappled his forehead, long hair pulled in a ponytail. Soon it'd have to be cut, he was sure his father wouldn't tolerate it otherwise.
Finally, he growled and sat down, pulling off his shirt to wipe off his chest. He was starting to get muscle in his abs and arms, but felt pitiful.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 18:51:52 GMT -5
Alonzo meandered through the junkyard, bored out of his mind, but unwilling to really approach anyone. He had been here for a little over 3 years now, but hadn't really made any lasting friendships. That Munkustrap guy was pretty cool, he thought, but he still hadn't really talked much to him even. As Lonz was wandering, he stumbled on a kit sitting on the ground, panting and shirtless.
"Umm," Alonzo said tentatively, "what are you doing?"
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 18:55:10 GMT -5
"Push ups," he said before rubbing the shirt a bit more on himself, not even thinking about it possibly seeming rude. "200 of 'em." He glanced at Alonzo, an eyebrow quirking. He'd seen him around but didn't really talk to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked back.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 18:59:07 GMT -5
Alonzo quirked an eyebrow, "you did 200 push-ups? Really?"
"Oh," he said, "I'm...well, I'm doing nothing really. Just walking and stuff."
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 20:29:45 GMT -5
"I don't know," Plato said after a minute. "I kept getting boffed up after 30. Must have done that a hundred times or something," he said, not aware that he meant to say 'botched' instead.
"I like walking. Where you walking to?"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 20:34:02 GMT -5
Boffed? Um, what?
OK, so not the sharpest tool in the shed this one. "You can't possibly have done that a hundred times, that would be like 3000 push ups." At the young cat's question, he faltered, "umm, nowhere, I'm just walking."
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 20:46:17 GMT -5
"Whoa, seriously? Because if I did that, that'd be like badass!" Plato said enthusiastically. "Man, I'm even more awesome than I thought!" Maybe he got it wrong, taking it as how many he must have done as he twisted it around.
"You can't walk nowhere. You always walk somewhere."
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 20:50:56 GMT -5
Alonzo laughed, he couldn't help it. This kit was slow maybe, but kind of hilarious too.
"Yeah sure," he said. "Well, umm...then I don't know where I'm walking to. I'm just walking...somewhere because I don't have anything better to do."
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 20:52:19 GMT -5
Plato seemed contemplative then. "You're always going to walk somewhere. Sometimes you just don't know where. It's never because there's nothin' else." He smiled before pulling his hair free from the ponytail.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 21:03:51 GMT -5
If that had been said by anyone else that might have been considered deep, bordering on philosophical. Coming from him, however, it was just kind of cute.
"Yeah sure," he said, rolling his eyes, "anyways, I'm walking to somewhere. I don't know where yet, but you're free to come if you want."
Well that was weird, he normally wasn't one who invited others to be social, but this cat's personality was kind of infectious.
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 21:34:46 GMT -5
"Sweet," Plato said as he hopped to his feet and threw his t-shirt over his shoulder, scruffing up his hair more. "For the ladies," he explained. He was a bit shorter than Alonzo, but with his confidence and stride, he didn't seem to notice it. Nor notice the difference in age, or anything really.
"It's Alonzo, right? What is that some sort of Spanish name or some shit?"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 21:41:14 GMT -5
"Yeah," Alonzo said, rolling his eyes again, "you're a real lady killer."
He nodded, "yeah, it's Alonzo. Some Spanish shit..." he laughed, "yeah sure why not. You're Plato then, right?"
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 22:13:07 GMT -5
"Yeah. It's like..." He paused, then frowned as if trying to remember. "It's like... Greece. I think." He knew it wasn't quite right, but tried to brush it off as he walked quickly. Maybe he could change the subject, but he couldn't think of anything.
"You're never hanging around us. You should."
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 22:23:51 GMT -5
"Pretty close," Alonzo said , chuckling and continuing to walk.
"Yeah," he said, "well, I dunno I'm just...not really around other cats that much. I don't really 'hang out' that much."
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 22:31:32 GMT -5
"Why? There's nothin' wrong with being alone but is it worth it?" He looped his hands behind his head. "You're always by yourself. You think you're better than us?"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 22:38:33 GMT -5
Alonzo frowned, "because I just am... and what do you mean, 'is it worth it'?" He held up his hands, "what? I don't think I'm better than you at all! I just...don't hang out much is all..."
Why did he care? Why was he defending himself to this kit?
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 22:40:21 GMT -5
"You don't look like the loser type," Plato said bluntly, maybe meaning it as a compliment though it came out wrong as he turned to gaze at Alonzo. "So why are you acting like one?"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 22:42:15 GMT -5
"Hey!" Alonzo said, stopping where he was, "don't call me a loser, punk!" Who did this kit think he was, talking to him like that? "I ain't no loser, and I sure as hell ain't acting like one either!" He crossed his arms, stupid kit...
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 22:47:42 GMT -5
"I said you don't look like one!" he argued. "Don't you listen? Why are you all alone and acting like that if you're not. You should he with others and whatever!"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 22:57:04 GMT -5
"I just," he started, "I guess I just haven't found people that want to hang out with me...or whatever..." Well that wasn't true, he just never wanted to hang out with others, just because...well, "I've lived alone for a long time I guess, I don't really know how to be around other cats...or whatever."
His demeanor had done a full 360, from defensive to kittenish and kind of sad.
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Post by Plato on Jun 12, 2011 23:04:00 GMT -5
"Never fear," Plato said suddenly, clapping the other on the back. "Cheer up. I'm fun. Really fun. And Victor is too, but he's not as awesome as me. And then there's the Rum Tum Tugger and oh my God, he is GOD." Plato looked dreamy for a moment, then shook his head, perplexed.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 12, 2011 23:07:17 GMT -5
Alonzo laughed, "I've seen the Rum Tum Tugger around. He's...pretty impressive alright." He smiled, "I'll give it a shot I guess. My social life is in your hands."
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Post by Plato on Jun 13, 2011 0:00:27 GMT -5
"He's a GOD. So cool. I want to be just like him." He grinned impishly then. "And all right. Let's go pick up some babes. I know one of these days Jelly'll say yes when I ask her out!"
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 13, 2011 0:03:25 GMT -5
Alonzo laughed again, "yeah sure," he said following Plato. "Wait," he faltered, "isn't Jelly like...old or something? I mean I thought she was, you know, like everyone's Mom."
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Post by Plato on Jun 13, 2011 0:29:22 GMT -5
"Not my Mom," Plato replied before looking over his shoulder at Alonzo. He grinned broadly. "And she's a total MILF. Tugger said so, so it's got to be true. She'll say yet at some point. I know it." He seemed all too pleased with himself.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 13, 2011 0:31:52 GMT -5
Alonzo allowed himself to be pulled along, laughing all the time, "but she's like three times your age man! It's OK for Tugger 'cause he's older too. But whatever man, it's your funeral. She's going to say no though."
He had to admit, he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, and Plato, for all his apparent shortcomings sure was entertaining.
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Post by Plato on Jun 13, 2011 0:34:22 GMT -5
"She's not THAT old." But Plato didn't really know how old she was. He just liked all the girls, really. "And she'll say yes at some point. Soon. It's why I'm doing all the push ups. Gotta man up for her."
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 13, 2011 0:36:04 GMT -5
Alonzo shook his head, but continued laughing and running, "well, I'm definitely up for watching you try!"
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Post by Plato on Jun 13, 2011 0:44:16 GMT -5
"Ha! Fine. You'll see." He grinned smugly. This would be a piece of cake. It always was. Even when he was turned down, he knew the real reason was a matter of time. Oh yes.
Conceited..? Maybe.
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Post by Alonzo on Jun 13, 2011 19:32:18 GMT -5
"OK slugger," Alonzo said grinning, "you show me." He patted Plato on the shoulder, "so where do you plan on finding this MILF of yours eh, dude?"
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