PreRelease - Track 02 (Part B)
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PreRelease - Track 02 / Part B - Under Cut -
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Resented at first, Buzz had refused to see her personally, signing all the divorce papers thru a layer, but for his children’s sake, he had allowed for parental visits to be arranged. Unfortunately, right before the fist scheduled visit, Lyla was involved in on unexplainable accident, one stormy light at the spa she used to frequent, that only left two unrecognizable bodies and one burned down, but still readable id … hers.
Buzz was left with nothing, but remorse and the memories of a live together, along with three young children, all still elementary students, who could barely comprehend what had happened … even less .. why …
Tank already close to high school, but still merely a young boy, stood by his father’s side resentful because she never came back;
Ripp instead blamed his father for pushing her away, leaving her alone, not caring for her enough. Even at that age he seam to understand his mother better than anyone, perhaps even better than Buzz himself ...
and Buck, the one who was just starting school mourned like no other, barely speaking or eating for weeks, never smiling not even painting,
as he had done since he could hold a pen.
The one who was always painting anywhere and any way he could,
hadn’t touch a crayon in days and spent the afternoons staring out the widows …
like waiting for his mother to come back.
Buzz grew desperate, tried changing the environment at home, moving furniture and taking everything that reminded for Lyla out of sight, replaced their old double bed for a single one and converted their whole room in a bigger, better gym, where we would spend hours a day liberating his frustration with the punching bag .
He even thought about moving, going away, to another hood, but that also meant leaving his home, the house his family, the Grunts had lived for generations and were suppose to continue doing so.
And more importantly Buzz Grunt wasn’t sure if he wished to leave Strangetown at all. He had always lived there, he knew the town, the streets, the houses, the families, the neighbors.
True he didn’t have many friends; in fact he had personal disputes with several members of the different families around, but he knew for certain that his children were safe on that town, safer that in other place, because beyond any personal dispute and regardless any outside rumor about, the strange people of the desert always protected their own and always left their differences aside in times of need ... like families do
It was the Curious brothers and the Beakers who, each one on their side, pulled all strings to make Lyla’s final paperwork and process easy as possible for Buzz;
Oliver Specter who had let them burry her and celebrate the funeral on the improvised town’s cemetery that her lot had became;
Jenny Smith and her younger sisters who would take turns to stay with the kids after school vary day until his father was back,
so they wouldn’t have to spend any other hour under cared by an outsider
and it was Ajay Loner who would call him randomly just to check if he was still around …
In few words every single neighbor had helped him and his children one way or another, even the little small kid’s easel
that was ended up being the only thing that eventually returned Buck’s smile
had been in fact Jenny’s idea as she insisted what he needed was an alternative way to express his emotions, one that would fit his own interests, without being a constant remainder of his mother, as simply things like a pen can be for young minds.
And it had been them also, who had indirectly getting him closer to Bella, tho sometimes Buzz wondered if the right word wasn’t subtly.
She always seamed to be everywhere possible, in every important event, in every invitation, or party,
and even tho he would usually go socialize with other much, after Tank had become a teen
and the younger seamed to be improving and recovering, he had started taking more liberties and it wasn’t unusual to see him appearing in town parties and friends meetings for short whiles ... to which he only went … to be with her …
Could be easy to say Buzz was falling in the same trap once more. Another romance seeking woman most probably with very low level of commitment and barely no respect for their family as Lyla was, but anyone who knew both women more closely understood how far from truth that assumption was.
First of all it was impossible not to notice her courage and strength in the way she was persistently fighting to recover her past and family, never letting any obstacle stopping her; It showed commitment and dedication at first sight.
Besides Buzz had also seen another side of the her. Since her arrival on town, he couldn’t avoid discretely observing how the white house on front had been increasingly improving due to her constant work on it.
He just needed to look out the window or go out the door, to witness how Bella would go to work several hours a day outside, just to change into a sweat suit when back and continued working with house repairs and gardening, doing anything that needed to be done pretty much single handily.
And more surprisingly after hours of sweating outdoor, Bella would always manage to come back out just barely a few minutes later to enjoy the results of her work,
completely transformed into the extremely attractive, long black hair, dark eyes woman she was, always naturally and effortlessly radiant and spotless.
Without a doubt, Bella was independent, resourceful and most certainly a survivor. Someone he could even consider accepting on his troop, though he generally didn’t agree with the idea of female presence on the forces.
But most importantly, as they got closer and met her better, it became only clearer that Bella was nothing like Lyla, not even in the most essential, deepest aspect of their inner drives. When his ex looked for love and romance, because of the physical pleasures and gratifications it brought with it, Bella seamed more interested on the emotional rewards as the stability and comfort it offered. In short, where Lyla looked for a provider and a lover and, Bella looked for a partner and a soul mate.
How could a man like Buzz, or any other for that matter, not notice her and how could he not fall in love hopelessly when time brought them together right as they both needed it the most.
At first he tried to stay away, to keep her away of his thought, to remind himself of her previous experiences and current priorities. He was divorced, widower, over half way thru his adulthood, and single father of three conflicted boys, perhaps it just wasn’t the best moment in life to start thinking about new romantic relationship and surely he wasn’t the best prospect for a woman like Bella who also had her own struggles to deal with, but at the end it had been the same need of mutual support and understanding what eventually and inevitably all doubts brought them gradually closer and closer.
Then the day he drove Bella to Pleasantview, and watched her walk toward the door of her old house
he had abruptly and overwhelmingly realized how much he deeply cared about her, how important she was on his life. .. and how infinitively painful it would be if she decided not to come back …
Sitting there on his car while facing the possibility of missing Bella for ever, Buzz couldn’t fight against or deny his feelings anymore, he had hopelessly fallen in love.
He melted at her touch, his legs trembled with her voice, his pulse dropped when she smiled, his heart broke every time she cried and his world would cease without her light.
She give him hope and courage. His children were always the reason he woke up every morning, but Bella was why he did so with a smile, knowing that he would see her once more ...
And so when she did came back to look for comfort and company on his arms once more, he had no more doubts or hesitation
and finally Buzz let himself go with all his will and heart, embracing their raising relationship blindly and freely, without expecting anything else in return but to feel alive once more
….. After all he still had many joyful reasons to cherish life again ….
((Continues soon))
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Next update is when the story really starts, but still gotta play a lot for it.
in the mean time i may gather a bunch of extras to show around :)
PreRelease - Track 02 / Part B - Under Cut -
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Resented at first, Buzz had refused to see her personally, signing all the divorce papers thru a layer, but for his children’s sake, he had allowed for parental visits to be arranged. Unfortunately, right before the fist scheduled visit, Lyla was involved in on unexplainable accident, one stormy light at the spa she used to frequent, that only left two unrecognizable bodies and one burned down, but still readable id … hers.
Buzz was left with nothing, but remorse and the memories of a live together, along with three young children, all still elementary students, who could barely comprehend what had happened … even less .. why …
Tank already close to high school, but still merely a young boy, stood by his father’s side resentful because she never came back;
Ripp instead blamed his father for pushing her away, leaving her alone, not caring for her enough. Even at that age he seam to understand his mother better than anyone, perhaps even better than Buzz himself ...
and Buck, the one who was just starting school mourned like no other, barely speaking or eating for weeks, never smiling not even painting,
as he had done since he could hold a pen.
The one who was always painting anywhere and any way he could,
hadn’t touch a crayon in days and spent the afternoons staring out the widows …
like waiting for his mother to come back.
Buzz grew desperate, tried changing the environment at home, moving furniture and taking everything that reminded for Lyla out of sight, replaced their old double bed for a single one and converted their whole room in a bigger, better gym, where we would spend hours a day liberating his frustration with the punching bag .
He even thought about moving, going away, to another hood, but that also meant leaving his home, the house his family, the Grunts had lived for generations and were suppose to continue doing so.
And more importantly Buzz Grunt wasn’t sure if he wished to leave Strangetown at all. He had always lived there, he knew the town, the streets, the houses, the families, the neighbors.
True he didn’t have many friends; in fact he had personal disputes with several members of the different families around, but he knew for certain that his children were safe on that town, safer that in other place, because beyond any personal dispute and regardless any outside rumor about, the strange people of the desert always protected their own and always left their differences aside in times of need ... like families do
It was the Curious brothers and the Beakers who, each one on their side, pulled all strings to make Lyla’s final paperwork and process easy as possible for Buzz;
Oliver Specter who had let them burry her and celebrate the funeral on the improvised town’s cemetery that her lot had became;
Jenny Smith and her younger sisters who would take turns to stay with the kids after school vary day until his father was back,
so they wouldn’t have to spend any other hour under cared by an outsider
and it was Ajay Loner who would call him randomly just to check if he was still around …
In few words every single neighbor had helped him and his children one way or another, even the little small kid’s easel
that was ended up being the only thing that eventually returned Buck’s smile
had been in fact Jenny’s idea as she insisted what he needed was an alternative way to express his emotions, one that would fit his own interests, without being a constant remainder of his mother, as simply things like a pen can be for young minds.
And it had been them also, who had indirectly getting him closer to Bella, tho sometimes Buzz wondered if the right word wasn’t subtly.
She always seamed to be everywhere possible, in every important event, in every invitation, or party,
and even tho he would usually go socialize with other much, after Tank had become a teen
and the younger seamed to be improving and recovering, he had started taking more liberties and it wasn’t unusual to see him appearing in town parties and friends meetings for short whiles ... to which he only went … to be with her …
Could be easy to say Buzz was falling in the same trap once more. Another romance seeking woman most probably with very low level of commitment and barely no respect for their family as Lyla was, but anyone who knew both women more closely understood how far from truth that assumption was.
First of all it was impossible not to notice her courage and strength in the way she was persistently fighting to recover her past and family, never letting any obstacle stopping her; It showed commitment and dedication at first sight.
Besides Buzz had also seen another side of the her. Since her arrival on town, he couldn’t avoid discretely observing how the white house on front had been increasingly improving due to her constant work on it.
He just needed to look out the window or go out the door, to witness how Bella would go to work several hours a day outside, just to change into a sweat suit when back and continued working with house repairs and gardening, doing anything that needed to be done pretty much single handily.
And more surprisingly after hours of sweating outdoor, Bella would always manage to come back out just barely a few minutes later to enjoy the results of her work,
completely transformed into the extremely attractive, long black hair, dark eyes woman she was, always naturally and effortlessly radiant and spotless.
Without a doubt, Bella was independent, resourceful and most certainly a survivor. Someone he could even consider accepting on his troop, though he generally didn’t agree with the idea of female presence on the forces.
But most importantly, as they got closer and met her better, it became only clearer that Bella was nothing like Lyla, not even in the most essential, deepest aspect of their inner drives. When his ex looked for love and romance, because of the physical pleasures and gratifications it brought with it, Bella seamed more interested on the emotional rewards as the stability and comfort it offered. In short, where Lyla looked for a provider and a lover and, Bella looked for a partner and a soul mate.
How could a man like Buzz, or any other for that matter, not notice her and how could he not fall in love hopelessly when time brought them together right as they both needed it the most.
At first he tried to stay away, to keep her away of his thought, to remind himself of her previous experiences and current priorities. He was divorced, widower, over half way thru his adulthood, and single father of three conflicted boys, perhaps it just wasn’t the best moment in life to start thinking about new romantic relationship and surely he wasn’t the best prospect for a woman like Bella who also had her own struggles to deal with, but at the end it had been the same need of mutual support and understanding what eventually and inevitably all doubts brought them gradually closer and closer.
Then the day he drove Bella to Pleasantview, and watched her walk toward the door of her old house
he had abruptly and overwhelmingly realized how much he deeply cared about her, how important she was on his life. .. and how infinitively painful it would be if she decided not to come back …
Sitting there on his car while facing the possibility of missing Bella for ever, Buzz couldn’t fight against or deny his feelings anymore, he had hopelessly fallen in love.
He melted at her touch, his legs trembled with her voice, his pulse dropped when she smiled, his heart broke every time she cried and his world would cease without her light.
She give him hope and courage. His children were always the reason he woke up every morning, but Bella was why he did so with a smile, knowing that he would see her once more ...
And so when she did came back to look for comfort and company on his arms once more, he had no more doubts or hesitation
and finally Buzz let himself go with all his will and heart, embracing their raising relationship blindly and freely, without expecting anything else in return but to feel alive once more
….. After all he still had many joyful reasons to cherish life again ….
((Continues soon))
************
Next update is when the story really starts, but still gotta play a lot for it.
in the mean time i may gather a bunch of extras to show around :)