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Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter3Chapter 3
Morning had come again, and it was about time she had left the hermit to go back to daily life. A little sad that he still wasn't living, she was about to walk out the door, only to be taken by the hand by Zimmerman to an unmarked grave, or at least, it looked unmarked. She ran her hand over the marker, revealing a name after the dust cleared. It was Jaden's grave. She didn't want to look at it anymore, instead, she had placed both journals, the one from the orphanage and the one he kept in his later days, ontop of of the where he would be buried. Zimmerman just looked down at the ground, as if it was some memorial service. The grey in his beard was actually fading, odd for an old man to revert from grey to another color. Ikaharu seemed to notice, and she wanted to ask him a few personal questions before she went back to her apartment.
"So how old ARE you, Zimmerman?", she stammered.
"Oh..let's see, I'll be turning twenty next week", he replied.
"Twenty...and you have grey ha
Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter2Chapter 2
Ikaharu woke up the next morning with a bad headache. It was one of the worst nights she had ever slept in recent memory. Zimmerman was already up, cooking some fish oven an open fire. She knew because she could smell it from the room. Rolling out of the bed, Ikaharu hit her foot on a chest. She turned around to see if the crafty older man was behind her. When she saw that he wasn't, she opened up the chest and began to look through it. From what Ikaharu could see, it was filled with stuff she could remember ever so slightly from the orphanage, stuff she had used to play with. There was her old yo-yo, some marbles, and a pack of crayons, among other things. At the very bottom of the chest there was a container of playing cards, the outside had Jaden's name written on it. She had felt her body tense up, now realizing that Jaden had collected things she had used. While it seemed rude at first, she understood the idea that he had indeed loved her. Ikaharu closed the chest and wa
Ballad of a Thin Man, Chapter1Chapter 1
It was a hot summer day in the month of July, typical weather in Sumatra. Ikaharu was trudging through some sandy plains, carrying the journal that was now three years old and a picture of Jaden, which was equally as dated. She had asked around the town if anyone had seen him, but they all pointed towards the hermit who lived in a cave far away. After about fifteen minutes of walking, she had reached the cave. Balling her hand up into a fist, she knocked her hand up against the cave, which had, through years of erosion, turned out to look like a small cottage. A man with a full beard and tanned skin walked over to the door, opened it up, took a look at Ikaharu, and just shut the door on her face. A little upset, Ikaharu began to whine.
"Mister, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease open up. Everyone says you are the only person who knows where a guy I'm looking for is!", she screamed.
The man opened the door and pulled her inside, he wanted her out extremely quick, for he did not want to be bo
Ballad of a Thin ManCharacters
Jaden: Orphan who lives with the other orphans at the Sumatra Orphanage Center. At sixteen, he is the oldest one there, but he is extremely shy and not much of a leader.
Ikaharu: Another orphan at the Sumatra Orphanage Center. Fifteen years old, she dislikes men because her father beat her as a child. Possesses witch-like abilities.
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"Full House...", started the modest Remus.
"Four of a Kind", said Walter, who was sipping a rather expensive wine.
"Nothing..." came from the rest of them, which consisted of Roy, Contra, and Kyra.
"Wait...Walter, you have four clubs...that's nothing!" everyone but Walter shouted in unison.
"Oh...", Walter looked down at the table with a frown.
Roy looked up, he was obviously the most badass of the group. He had flaming red hair and a sword he never gave Remus. That bastard.
Remus, had purple hair and like...awesome clothes. Walter was a bartender, so he was forced in that really spiffy uniform, and some ungroomed hair. Kyra kind of...wore a
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