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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 19, 2011 10:09:24 GMT
James sighed sadly as he walked the familiar streets of a small neighborhood in Baltimore, Maryland. He decided to take a quick visit to his home town then return to Hogwarts for the holidays. He finally reached his destination, a small cemetary which was being covered in snow. He passed through the gates and tenderly walked past tombstones until he reached a tombstone with a small statue of two tigers in front of it, tails entwined together.
"Hey puppy." James said with a weak smile "Things are going pretty well at Hogwarts. Not to mention I met our children! It's been 11 years since you died and 11 years since our beautiful twins were born. Ciel is a lot like me. He is kind and carefree and I think he looks like me! And Rin, she's a lot like you that it scares me. She had a harder time trusting and she looks like you too! Don't worry though, she isn't like you before. It's sorta strange since you named Ciel and I named Rin yet Ciel is like me and Rin is like you, isn't it puppy!"
James continued to talk and talk. As he talked he gently swept snow off of the grave and its surroundings. When he brushed off the tigers he couldn't help but shed a tear.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 19, 2011 12:16:02 GMT
[/i] Brent's jaw dropped as he saw Redpaw. Just my luck, out of all the places in the world, he happens to visit the same once as me. He couldn't help but wonder what the older of the two men was doing in a graveyard. Probably to visit someone dead...
No shit, Sherlock!Brent stopped the voices in his head from arguing with eachother.. was he going mad? Wait, don't answer that question!
Shut up!He was so busy arguing with himself that he wasn't even paying attention to where he was walking, consequently, poor Brent ended up faceplanting a tree. "OW!" he screamed, clutching his face, "Who the Hell put that there?" Then he remembered that Redpaw was nearby and groaned. Without a doubt, he'd heard and possibly even witnessed that.[/color][/ul][/font] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 20, 2011 18:49:02 GMT
James was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard someone scream in pain. He looked towards the source of the sound and was surprised to see Brent McKinney. He quickly wiped away his tears, regained his composure and walked towards the younger man.
"Hello Brent!" James greeted with an unusually soft yet still cheery voice "I don't believe you're from Baltimore. Well, welcome to my hometown. Are you okay?"
James gave Brent a concerned look before making sure the tree was safe and sound. It had just lost some snow and a few crumbs of bark but nothing serious.
"What brings you to this small neighborhood in Baltimore? And alone. Baltimore isn't exactly the safest place in the world you know." James stated "if you want you can come over to my dad's place and perhaps warm up and eat a little something. I also have a computer and internet back there too if you want to use it. I hate how I can't use my computer at Hogwarts but what can one do..."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 21, 2011 11:06:38 GMT
[/i] And it was now too late to scurry off in the opposite direction. "..Stupid tree.." Brent glared at the tree for ruining his chances of slipping away unnoticed. He opened his mouth to explain but then realised who he was talking too and decided to give him the short version of his story. "I was on my way to Nevada but then there was a change of plan so I ended up here." he said bitterly, annoyed that he'd missed another chance to go and see his old friends so they could just fool around for a few days. His parents had to go and ruin things again, didn't they? Brent's first instinct was to shout 'no way!' at Redpaw and walk off. But, now he thought about it, that wasn't such a wise idea because 1)he was lost 2)he was hungry 3)he was freezing cold and 4)there was no better option for him to take right now. "Well, uuuh, okay." he agreed, not quite believing that he was letting himself do this.[/font][/color][/ul] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 23, 2011 12:25:01 GMT
"Now then, shall we be off?" James asked with a grin "It must suck expecting to visit your friends but you then have all your hopes suddenly dashed. Ugh, which reminds me, my dad will probably bother me about visiting mom's grave. Oh well..."
James slowly walked towards his house, checking if Brent was still following him. The walk was a short one and it only took them 15 minutes at a slow pace. James stopped at a small, slightly run-down, house with a gate made of metal. If you listened carefully you could hear the sound of dogs barking as James took out a key and unlocked the gate.
"I'm home!" James shouted "And I also brought a guest! Hurry up and open the door dad, it's pretty cold out here!"
The door opened and Henry Redpaw, James' father, stepped out with a blue-gray pitbull with a white strike on its chest. The pitbull was small but not puppy-sized, about 9 months old.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 23, 2011 14:04:10 GMT
[/i] he thought to himself. Dogs were literally the only animal Brent actually got along with. They barely ever tried to kill him and he barely ever tried to kill them. Now Brent was happy. Very happy. So happy he forgot he was in the presence of someone he hated. His happiness grew to such an amount that he couldn't help but let out a girlish squeal when he saw the little pitbull Mr Redpaw was holding. A huge grin was now spread across his features. "Can I stroke it?" Brent asked, his chocolate brown eyes wide, he sounded a lot like a hyper seven year old.[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 23, 2011 14:46:05 GMT
James and Henry Redpaw both chuckled at Brent at the sight of the pitbull. Henry, like his son, used to have dark brown hair but now he only had silvery-gray hair that was as straight as a new sheet of paper. Henry also had more refined features and stormy green eyes.
"Of course you can sonny!" Henry spoke in a rough yet friendly voice "James, can you introduce our guest to the pack and get him settled in? I have to finish watching that show!"
And with that Henry left the two younger men and went upstairs to his room. Henry used to stay at a retirement home at his son's expense but James could no longer pay for the home's services. Thus, his father stayed at James' old house with a large pack of dogs.
"Well, this young lady is Belle." James introduced Brent to the young pitbull who was happily playing with the stranger's shoelaces "Pardon my dad for being rude but he's an extremely carefree spirit..."
Suddenly a lot of dogs ran out of the house, sniffing Brent and James. Following behind them was a huge German Shepherd who gave a vicious snarl to the other dogs who quickly cowered away but still stayed close. The Shepherd greeted James with an affectionate lick and stayed close to his side but gave Brent an angry, protective growl.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 24, 2011 10:08:32 GMT
[/i] before he was entirely in a world of his own. He crouched down, grinning as he stroked the little pitbull playing with his shoelaces. When he stood up again, he couldn't even muster up enough hatred and bitterness to give Redpaw a cold stare; his grin just wouldn't go away, though that wasn't that much of a problem. It was almost Christmas anyway, so Brent decided it was okay to put aside his grudge. "Meh, it's Christmas...sort of...nearly." he shrugged before picking up Belle who then began giving his face a thorough licking. Brent was almost in hysterics! He saw the rest of the dogs and resisted the urge he had to jump in glee. Even if the German Shepherd was kind of scary-looking.[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 28, 2011 12:58:58 GMT
"Brent meet Sugar." James motioned to the battle scarred Shepherd who perked up at the sound of her name "I'm glad tbat you're getting along well with Belle. She seems to be attatched to you! Anyway, let's go inside. I'm planning to let the other dogs stay out here and play by themselves fo a bit but you can bring Belle too, if the two of you want."
James led Brent and Belle back inside the house with Sugar at his side. The house wasn't very big but it was big enough to have a small fireplace and lots of James' DJ equipment.
"Let me get some hot chocolate..." he said "Go ahead and make yourself at home. You can go ahead and sit on the couch or the armchair. You can even go walk around and look at the stuff."
James left to go to the kitchen with Sugar still following behind him. He smiled as he passed a door near the stairs and gave it a pat. The door had two signs on it. One read "DJ RedTiger" while the other read "DJ RedBadger".
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 28, 2011 13:57:10 GMT
[/i].) He followed Redpaw inside, holding onto Belle who was now resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck which made him giggle a little. Brent stared at all the... stuff. Because that was all that it was to him: stuff. But he was curious as to why Ja-Redpaw even had such stuff. "Cool." he breathed, taking in his surroundings before sitting down in the armchair and peeling Belle off his shoulder. He put the little pitbull back down in his lap, she stood up on her back legs and lent against his chest for support. She then jumped up a little and swiped Brent's glasses away, holding them in her mouth. Brent sighed happily and tried pulling them out of Belle's mouth though she refused to let go. He let her keep them, he didn't badly need them right now anyway. "Hey, Redpaw, how come you've got all this..." Brent gestured to all of the equipment, "...stuff?"[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Dec 30, 2011 7:47:44 GMT
James chuckled a bit as Brent called his equipment stuff while he returned with 2 mugs of hot chocolate and Sugar.
"That's because I used to be a DJ." James started to explain, handing Brent a mug and sat down "Allt his stuff is actually just old and/or cheap stuff. A few trophies, some cartridges, old slip mats, some headphones, a CD player, mp3 player... These are just display stuff that don't mean too much to me but are still important parts of my DJing career. All of my good equipment and memorials are in the studio."
James spoke of his equipment and career with pride. He loved his life as a DJ and missed it but James needed a break from all that. He was getting a tad bit old to stay in the club from 7 pm to 6 am in the morning, just playing music for the whole time.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 30, 2011 11:49:41 GMT
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Jan 1, 2012 11:57:54 GMT
James knew that Brent was going to say something, most probably important to the DADA professor that he didn't want other people to know so he let the matter drop. Instead he decided to accept the 'compliment' and talk more about himself.
"Thank you!" James replied with a smile "Asie from being a DJ I was a producer. Being a producer means you make the songs, in case you didn't know. Electro music isn't all about elctronic-y stuffy stuff. In fact, if you look past some of my stuff, you can see a guitar, a bass guitar, electronic guitar, a drum set and my old Yamaha electronic piano! I was forced to learn the guitars as my dad's a fan of rock and country while I was forced to learn piano since my mom was a fan of classical music."
James growled out his last with distaste and an angry scowl on his face. Though he spoke about his father with less anger and hatred, his voice was voice filled with pure, lethal venom when he talked about her. It was extremely rare to see James' bad side but whenever he pulled it out, it was not very pleasant.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jan 2, 2012 21:01:41 GMT
[/i]." Brent said with a small smile as he scratched Belle's chin. He thought back to the times where he would sit and play the piano in the living room while his parents sang along. Those were the only memories he had of the three of them that were happy ones. Before he messed up his life. [/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Jaminson Redpaw on Jan 3, 2012 10:01:25 GMT
James picked up a guitar and started to play random notes but put it back once he realized it wasn't really helping his mood. It was sarting to remind him of when he'd have enough courage to start playing and he would be a little happy but then his mom came in. She would criticize her son harshly and force him to play it 'properly' then give him a lecture on how he should put all his effort in anything he did and always do things 'the right way' so he'd have a 'good future'.
Suddenly a faint "ding" of an oven interrupted James' thoughts.
"My baked mac n cheese is done!" James smiled happily "Do you want to eat now Brent? We'll have to eat in the studio since the pack comes in here and dad feeds them. You can bring Belle along too. The only dog allowed in the studio is Sugar but I'll make an exception today..."
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