Sweet Child Of mine- 3 (4/4)
anonymous
June 25 2010, 05:07:55 UTC
Tomasz just shook his head for a "no". Feliks Łukasiewicz…who was he, really? Did he have any connection to his parents? He could never have mistaken those eyes. He had to find out. His heart swelled with joy, and he could feel something he thought he let go of long ago arise within him- the hope to find his parents.
“That hit must have been bad… it could just be a coincidence. It's more than probable it's just my mind playing tricks on me or . . .” He sighed. He would take it easy. Right now, more importantly than starting a delusional childish fantasy about finding his mother and father, he should… find out what the hell the man in the cape wanted. He remembered the melodramatic monologue well, but he still couldn't make much out of it.
"Take it easy, there." Another middle aged man came to him- this one properly dressed in a three-piece suit, thank god. "The maestro has the tendency to get like this… you'll get used to it."
Tomasz had some serious doubts about that, but he still mumbled a little "yes". The man looked important - wasn't he the party's speech writer?
"What he was trying to say," the woman continued. "Is that our party needs a new speaker. And after looking at the resume of all our young members, the Maestro picked you, if you're up to the job."
"I bet it’s better than answering phones and color-coding files?" the middle-aged man pointed out nicely. "It's a big promotion. Better salary, and you even get to play around a bit with bigger fish."
"The maestro might not be very… conventional, but he has a good eye for people. Without him, our party would have never come to what it is now," the woman said kindly. "We forgive his… disadvantages . . . because he is a real maestro when it comes to planning an election's campaign."
"We'll send the work file down to your boss. Take the rest of the day off and give it some thought," added the man. "It's a-once-in-a-lifetime chance."
Tomasz nodded in thanks. It took him a moment to collect himself and his thoughts trough his growing headache, but after a while - now accompanied by his all-too familiar nervous stomachache - he took his things from his office, received a kind "feel better" from Jecek, and dragged himself home to his flat. ____
Feliks Łukasiewicz, also known as the personification of Poland, was curled up in his living room, helpless and confused.
All he could think of was his Tomasz (so grown up, looking so much like his father, still the same) calling him "mom".
He hadn't heard that voice for thirty years now.
And he couldn't stop crying.
He speed-dialed on his phone, and although he was barely able to get a clear sentence out of his mouth, he somehow managed to let out a small wet gasp.
"Liet, I, like, totally need you now." ______________________
Ugh, well, I fail with the numbers... again. nevermind. Next chap- some LietPol angst.
Re: Sweet Child Of mine- 3 (4/4)
anonymous
June 25 2010, 05:17:35 UTC
I really like this! I can tell a lot of effort goes into this, and the result is great! You really know how to create characters, too. Tomasz is great!
Re: Sweet Child Of mine- 3 (4/4)
anonymous
June 25 2010, 06:33:53 UTC
Poor Feliks. ;-; You know, thinking about it, it's kinda ironic he said earlier in part 1 he wanted to help his motherland. Now he's getting his chance, but will he find out it's not just his motherland, but his mother?
ReCaptcha: insole because; yes, ReCaptcha, there will probably be a lot of pacing and wearing out of shoes.
“That hit must have been bad… it could just be a coincidence. It's more than probable it's just my mind playing tricks on me or . . .” He sighed. He would take it easy. Right now, more importantly than starting a delusional childish fantasy about finding his mother and father, he should… find out what the hell the man in the cape wanted. He remembered the melodramatic monologue well, but he still couldn't make much out of it.
"Take it easy, there." Another middle aged man came to him- this one properly dressed in a three-piece suit, thank god. "The maestro has the tendency to get like this… you'll get used to it."
Tomasz had some serious doubts about that, but he still mumbled a little "yes". The man looked important - wasn't he the party's speech writer?
"What he was trying to say," the woman continued. "Is that our party needs a new speaker. And after looking at the resume of all our young members, the Maestro picked you, if you're up to the job."
"I bet it’s better than answering phones and color-coding files?" the middle-aged man pointed out nicely. "It's a big promotion. Better salary, and you even get to play around a bit with bigger fish."
"The maestro might not be very… conventional, but he has a good eye for people. Without him, our party would have never come to what it is now," the woman said kindly. "We forgive his… disadvantages . . . because he is a real maestro when it comes to planning an election's campaign."
"We'll send the work file down to your boss. Take the rest of the day off and give it some thought," added the man. "It's a-once-in-a-lifetime chance."
Tomasz nodded in thanks. It took him a moment to collect himself and his thoughts trough his growing headache, but after a while - now accompanied by his all-too familiar nervous stomachache - he took his things from his office, received a kind "feel better" from Jecek, and dragged himself home to his flat.
____
Feliks Łukasiewicz, also known as the personification of Poland, was curled up in his living room, helpless and confused.
All he could think of was his Tomasz (so grown up, looking so much like his father, still the same) calling him "mom".
He hadn't heard that voice for thirty years now.
And he couldn't stop crying.
He speed-dialed on his phone, and although he was barely able to get a clear sentence out of his mouth, he somehow managed to let out a small wet gasp.
"Liet, I, like, totally need you now."
______________________
Ugh, well, I fail with the numbers... again. nevermind. Next chap- some LietPol angst.
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can't wait for the next part!
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ReCaptcha: insole because; yes, ReCaptcha, there will probably be a lot of pacing and wearing out of shoes.
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