Post by 3rdkind on Oct 13, 2015 21:16:57 GMT -5
3rd Kind stumbles through the streets of Glen Burnie MD. Though floating on the euphoric sound of cheers still ringing in his ears after his first, albeit assisted, win by pinfall, the sharp pains in his spine are bringing him back to reality . Unlike Baltimore, this suburban sprawl of car dealerships and single family Cape Cods is mostly free of vacant and abandoned houses. 3rd Kind meanders the streets of Ol' Glen Dirty still in his ring gear, bracing his back with his forearm, wincing with each bit of uneven pavement.
He walks among chainlink fences, when the clatter of a trashcan lid grabs his attention. A young girl with a tussled mop of brown hair stares at him, her hand still gripping the trash bag she was depositing. "Hi." she squeaks. "Hello," 3rd Kind mutters, embarrassed he was the slightest bit scared of the little girl.
" Who are you?"
"They call me 3rd Kind."
"What do you call you,?"
" You can't hear it, so you can call me 3rd Kind?"
" I'm Elliot, why are you dressed like that?"
" I'm a professional wrestler, this is my ring gear, it's also the only clothes I own."
" I can't watch wrestling my Mom says it's to violet. I don't get how something can be too purple, but she said ' Just stop bothering me Ellie' so I didn't ask."
" No, wrestling is violent, it involves violence, you mother isn't very smart and hinders your inquisitive nature and that saddens me. That or I am hungry."
" My Mom's not home, I could give you some of our food."
" I would like that."
3rd Kind follows Elliot around the fence and into the outdated single family home. Once inside he slowly eases himself down to a chair at the kitchen table as the mousy Elliot busies herself around the kitchen. The raucous screech of a stepladder follows each drawer and cabinet she visits.
" Why are you wearing a mask? It's not Halloween yet. I wanted to be Finn the Human but Mom said I have to be Elsa again."
"I wear it to honor the history of the Luchador, which is a type of Warrior. A very bad man, tried to take besmirch that honor tonight, I will not forget that."
" That's a Mexican word. Like Dora. Are you from Mexico?"
" No I'm from Mars."
" That's neat. You don't look like an alien though?"
"How do you know what an alien is suppose to look like?"
"I don't know, you just look like me."
" I chose to do that, the real me wouldn't make any sense to you."
"Okay"
Elliot sets down a bowl heaped with ice cream in front of 3rd Kind, she joins him on the opposite side with a bowl of her own. 3rd Kind watches her take a spoonful into her mouth and he does the same.
He immediately lets it roll out of his tongue and back into the bowl.
" Oh. Oh My. Thats horrible. It's so cold and taste like carrageenan. "
" Would you like something else?"
" I would like sustenance that doesn't make my tongue feel like death."
"Okay, but Ice Cream is the best."
" Your wrong. It's not"
Elliot tries a series of food that 3rd Kind rejects with vile, gut wrenching reaction. Leftover Pizza, Ramen, Hot Pockets, Doritos all get turned away with equal disgust. He eventually takes on the fridge and settles with a head of lettuce, in a bowl, drenched in orange juice.
" This is the best."
"You're weird."
"Yes, I am." 3rd Kind winces as he sits back down.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I heal quick. I just had my spine mangled by some bad guys tonight. But in two weeks, I'll get a chance to return the favor, if my tag partner doesn't get in the way."
" Tag Partner? Is he an alien too? What's he like"
" Not an alien in the way I am, though I do not know the situation of his residency. He is a large man, powerful, he fights with honor but he likes to spend his time smoking leaves instead of training for the ring."
" My brother does that, but I'm not suppose to tell anyone. I don't mind though, cuz when he does, he watches Adventure Time with me."
"My tag partner, Kristoff, he is an amazing powerhouse in the ring, and tonight we worked great together. But in this next match, not only do I have to defeat my foes, I have to watch my back, because he may try to steal the win away from me. We have to defeat the Pimps, but I have to be the one that pins them or break them with the Raygun."
"You have a Raygun, that's cool. One time, at school, we were playing kickball. We were playing the older kids, and they cheated and called us names. Tony was on my team, and he has cooties. He was on third, and I kicked the ball real, real high, like all the way to your house high. But, it got caught and I was out, but Tony made it home and we all got to laugh at the older kids. Tony made it home, but all the other kids and Tony cheered for me, it was the best."
" Elliot, you are wise beyond your years. Sages should seek your counsel and the stars bear witness to your intellect."
"*Laughs* You're weird."
" I thought we established that."
"Elliot, you already have helped me greatly. But I would like to ask for one more favor. Do you have somewhere I could rest for night?"
"You could stay in my brother's room, he's at his girlfriends, and Mom's working."
" Thank you, wise young Elliot."
He walks among chainlink fences, when the clatter of a trashcan lid grabs his attention. A young girl with a tussled mop of brown hair stares at him, her hand still gripping the trash bag she was depositing. "Hi." she squeaks. "Hello," 3rd Kind mutters, embarrassed he was the slightest bit scared of the little girl.
" Who are you?"
"They call me 3rd Kind."
"What do you call you,?"
" You can't hear it, so you can call me 3rd Kind?"
" I'm Elliot, why are you dressed like that?"
" I'm a professional wrestler, this is my ring gear, it's also the only clothes I own."
" I can't watch wrestling my Mom says it's to violet. I don't get how something can be too purple, but she said ' Just stop bothering me Ellie' so I didn't ask."
" No, wrestling is violent, it involves violence, you mother isn't very smart and hinders your inquisitive nature and that saddens me. That or I am hungry."
" My Mom's not home, I could give you some of our food."
" I would like that."
3rd Kind follows Elliot around the fence and into the outdated single family home. Once inside he slowly eases himself down to a chair at the kitchen table as the mousy Elliot busies herself around the kitchen. The raucous screech of a stepladder follows each drawer and cabinet she visits.
" Why are you wearing a mask? It's not Halloween yet. I wanted to be Finn the Human but Mom said I have to be Elsa again."
"I wear it to honor the history of the Luchador, which is a type of Warrior. A very bad man, tried to take besmirch that honor tonight, I will not forget that."
" That's a Mexican word. Like Dora. Are you from Mexico?"
" No I'm from Mars."
" That's neat. You don't look like an alien though?"
"How do you know what an alien is suppose to look like?"
"I don't know, you just look like me."
" I chose to do that, the real me wouldn't make any sense to you."
"Okay"
Elliot sets down a bowl heaped with ice cream in front of 3rd Kind, she joins him on the opposite side with a bowl of her own. 3rd Kind watches her take a spoonful into her mouth and he does the same.
He immediately lets it roll out of his tongue and back into the bowl.
" Oh. Oh My. Thats horrible. It's so cold and taste like carrageenan. "
" Would you like something else?"
" I would like sustenance that doesn't make my tongue feel like death."
"Okay, but Ice Cream is the best."
" Your wrong. It's not"
Elliot tries a series of food that 3rd Kind rejects with vile, gut wrenching reaction. Leftover Pizza, Ramen, Hot Pockets, Doritos all get turned away with equal disgust. He eventually takes on the fridge and settles with a head of lettuce, in a bowl, drenched in orange juice.
" This is the best."
"You're weird."
"Yes, I am." 3rd Kind winces as he sits back down.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I heal quick. I just had my spine mangled by some bad guys tonight. But in two weeks, I'll get a chance to return the favor, if my tag partner doesn't get in the way."
" Tag Partner? Is he an alien too? What's he like"
" Not an alien in the way I am, though I do not know the situation of his residency. He is a large man, powerful, he fights with honor but he likes to spend his time smoking leaves instead of training for the ring."
" My brother does that, but I'm not suppose to tell anyone. I don't mind though, cuz when he does, he watches Adventure Time with me."
"My tag partner, Kristoff, he is an amazing powerhouse in the ring, and tonight we worked great together. But in this next match, not only do I have to defeat my foes, I have to watch my back, because he may try to steal the win away from me. We have to defeat the Pimps, but I have to be the one that pins them or break them with the Raygun."
"You have a Raygun, that's cool. One time, at school, we were playing kickball. We were playing the older kids, and they cheated and called us names. Tony was on my team, and he has cooties. He was on third, and I kicked the ball real, real high, like all the way to your house high. But, it got caught and I was out, but Tony made it home and we all got to laugh at the older kids. Tony made it home, but all the other kids and Tony cheered for me, it was the best."
" Elliot, you are wise beyond your years. Sages should seek your counsel and the stars bear witness to your intellect."
"*Laughs* You're weird."
" I thought we established that."
"Elliot, you already have helped me greatly. But I would like to ask for one more favor. Do you have somewhere I could rest for night?"
"You could stay in my brother's room, he's at his girlfriends, and Mom's working."
" Thank you, wise young Elliot."