Nov 07, 2009 14:02
Even before he got sick, Sean had enjoyed reading. His teachers had always said that he read 'ahead of his age group', but he figured that was just because he read more than most kids his age did. He liked everything: fantasy, science fiction, biographies, journal articles... There was just something satisfying about holding a book--something
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raine,
s.t.,
klavier,
donna,
xigbar,
leonard,
teisel,
the doctor,
sam winchester,
indiana jones,
utena,
demyx,
taura,
peter parker,
artemis,
lunge,
shinichi,
kanji,
the flash,
albedo,
yohji,
peter petrelli,
mele,
soma,
two-face,
ritsuka,
sync,
mori,
spock,
kratos,
l,
nathan petrelli,
haseo,
ronixis,
scott pilgrim,
kaito,
dahlia,
hanatarou,
sora,
jason,
keman,
kristoph,
alkaid,
edgeworth,
javert,
teresa,
von karma,
grell,
kvothe,
alfred,
venom,
abe sapien,
nigredo,
kibitoshin,
allelujah,
lelouch,
chise,
yomi,
sylar,
rolo,
schuldig,
beatrix,
scar (tlk),
setsuna,
hime
Grumbling, Porky walked off to find something that wouldn't be completely mind-numbing to read. It wasn't likely that he would find anything remotely entertaining, but hey, what else was he gonna do? At the very least, he could get a really thick book and look like a brainiac in front of the other patients. Plus, there was the chance that the book Porky chose would be interesting. In the end, it was actually a win-win situation, wasn't it?
After a few minutes of searching, Porky finally settled on a book called The Divine Comedy by some ( ... )
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Sadly, the selection at Landel's seemed to be lacking. No comic books, no useful-looking non-fiction, and no switches for secret passageways. Bummer. With nothing better to do, Scott grabbed the first small-ish book he could find - The Jungle Book - and headed over to the tables.
To his chagrin, the only spot available was across from a very, very fat man with an annoying laugh and skin that looked like it had seen better days. Here's hoping for no old man smell, thought Scott as he sat down. Before he could get started reading, however, he noticed something about the man's face that looked incredibly familiar. Probably another character he knew, he thought with some excitement. Maybe this didn't have to be a painful place to sit after all! Now who did he know that was this fat, with ( ... )
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"Ah..." Porky said, trying to smile, but beginning to sweat, "Did you just call me...'Pokey?'"
It had been years since anyone had called him by that name. If Porky's memory served correctly, the last person ever to address him as Pokey had been...Ness. That wasn't the important part, however. The important part here was that this strange boy knew about Porky's past. He had been able to get by so far precisely due to the fact that no one knew his past.
Porky would have to be careful around this boy. That was for sure.
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Then, suddenly, Scott realized that his exclamation had been out loud rather than just in his head. Pokey/Porky was staring at him, a disconcerting little smile (or something like a smile) on his face. Scott was starting to sweat a little now himself. "Er . . . maybe?" he said weakly, laughing nervously.
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Realizing what he had just said, Porky almost instantly buried his nose in the book that he had been reading, desperately thinking of what he would say next. What fake name could he use? Would he just stick with 'Atticus Reynolds?' Perhaps a name from Eagleland? Maybe someone from the Nowhere Islands?
Aaaaugh! So many possibilities, yet each one would surely only lead to Porky's true identity being revealed and his life here ruined! Whoever this little punk was...he was certainly a worthy foe. With a single word, he had reduced Porky to a nervous wreck, desperately clawing for a way out of this confrontation.
Porky soon realized that he was hyperventilating and laughed nervously for around a minute before he finally managed to calm down. Finally, he sighed and rested his face in his palm, utterly defeated.
"Alright, you caught me," Porky said, dejected, "It's me, Pokey Minch."
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Then he finally copped to being Pokey. "Uh . . . Cool," was all Scott could think to say. He blinked a few times, and scratched the tip of his nose. "So . . . How's things?"
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"Not too bad..." Porky said slowly, "Considering the circumstances, of course."
What was he trying to do? It was obvious that Scott was playing dumb, but the real question was why? Was he trying to lull Porky into a false sense of security? Perhaps he was keeping quiet so Porky might be tempted to fill the silence with something incriminating. Or maybe he was just sitting there...waiting for the silence to get to Porky...waiting for Porky to cave in to all the pressure that Scott had piled up onto him...waiting for Porky to realize the sheer hopelessness of going up against such an undoubtedly well-informed foe ( ... )
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Who did this little shit think he is? 'That's for me to know and you to find out?' Did he think Porky was afraid of him?! Some little runt that had barely learned to walk wasn't about to order Porky around and make him look like a damn fool! Porky was 10,000 years old (give or take), dammit!
"Now listen here, you punk," Porky said, whispering hurriedly and angrily, "You're going to tell me how you know who I am! I'm sure that you know just how dangerous I can be if you get on my bad side, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"
Porky began to sweat. There was no way that this kid would back down after such a weak threat, even if he did know about Porky's prime. He would have to up the ante a little...but how?
"And, uh..." Porky said, pausing for a moment, "T-That's not all! I...I have PSI now! I can snap your brain in half just like that if I want to! Y-You'd better tell me who you are!"
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