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Post by Azalea Rhodes on Nov 7, 2014 10:57:33 GMT
"Mama, where we goin'," said the little three year old trotting along at his mother's feet. His whole body was still slightly unproportional to the size of his head, which made him look like a bobble head that was about to fall over all the time.
"Just for a walk, Flynn," Azalea told her son. Why she had decided to go on a walk, she wasn't sure. The fresh air seemed like a good idea, and maybe she might meet a few friends along the way. Though, the latter was less likely to occur since Azalea had become extremely withdrawn from society since Everson left her. But now she was trying to pull herself together. She knew that if she didn't, Starla would try to take Flynn away from her. That couldn't happen. The little boy was all she had left to care about.
As they walked through the streets of Twelve, Azalea made small talk with her son, telling stories of her childhood and trying to teach him about the world. Just after she'd finished a story about her mother, Flynn suddenly decided to make a friend. He ran up to a man who was standing alone and said "Hi!" waving his little hand at him.
Azalea rushed over. "Flynn, don't run away from me like that," she said as she picked her son up. "I'm so sorry, sir," she then said to the stranger.
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 9, 2014 15:12:03 GMT
Blair didn't visit Twelve very often. Sure, he was definitely the type to disappear for days on end, not telling anyone where he was going, only to come back three weeks later and tell everyone just how great his most recent adventure to Three had been, and how he wished they'd all been there with him, but Twelve had never been very high on the list of places he felt like he had to visit in order to feel content with life. No, the place was practically a dumpster to Blair. After all, it's not like the place had ever had the money to clean itself up, and Blair wasn't the type of person to spending his time slumming it when he knew there were much nicer places out there. Still, something had dragged him to the dirty coal District, and he was stood there, wondering exactly what he was meant to be do now when a small child ran up to him, waving excitedly.
Offering the small kid a lazy grin, he opened his mouth to say hi back when a woman, Blair assumed she was the kid's mother, ran over, admittedly looking a little flustered, quickly apologising for the kid. It was kind of cute, actually, and he wasn't about to give a random stranger shit just because their kid was doing exactly what kids do.
"It's fine, really," he replied, still smiling as he lifted his hand to wave at the child, not quite sure what to say now... He wasn't great with kids. "I'm guessing this is Flynn?" he continued, biting his lip as he gestured to the child now, "he's cute - very friendly."
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Post by Azalea Rhodes on Nov 9, 2014 20:00:32 GMT
Azalea could tell that the man wasn't exactly comfortable with kids, but she decided to be friendly anyways. Nodding, she said, "Yes, he's my son. I'm Azalea, and you are?" She always felt the need to clarify that Flynn was her son since more often then not they would think she was an older sister or babysitter or just about anything other than what she actually was. But she didn't blame them, really. She was very young to be a mother, and none of her other friends even had children yet. But she didn't regret having Flynn at such a young age. Being a mother gave her a purpose, so what did it matter how old she was?
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Post by Blair Fox on Nov 15, 2014 22:31:08 GMT
Oh shit, he'd forgotten he'd actually have to introduce himself if he dared to speak to anyone. Oops. This could only end badly. It'd completely slipped his mind that giving his name away wasn't something he was actually supposed to do - not because he was on the wrong side of the law or anything. No, on the contrary, he was just too a little involved with the government. But, really, what could one innocent woman and a child do with his name? It's not like they were going to go home and google search him, was it? It'd be fine and, if it wasn't... Well, let's just say that Blair was the kind of person that genuinely enjoyed trying to solve problems (and, if it got really out of hand, he guessed he could just shoot them both in the head and call it a day).
"Fox, Blair Fox," he answered with a smile, not even flinching when she admitted that the kid was her son. Sure, she was young, but Blair had seen crazier things happen than this. Hell, to be completely honest, this barely even registered on Blair's scale of weird, even if he was still trying to figure out exactly how to 'child'. "He's cute, by the way," he added, "you can kind of see the family resemblance."
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Post by Azalea Rhodes on Nov 15, 2014 23:04:25 GMT
A smile fell across Azalea's lips. No one had been quite so kind to her in months, even if the man wasn't being extremely nice or anything. The only people Azalea had spoken to since Everson left were her sisters, and they weren't on good terms by any means. "Thank you," she said softly. "Do you live around here?" Azalea used to know every face in the entire district, but things had changed. Time hadn't been abundant to Azalea in Flynn's first few years, and since Everson had left she rarely left the house. So whether this guy lived here or not, she wasn't sure. Part of her really hoped that he did just so there was a chance she might see him again.
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