Chain Link Fence Part 2, Chapter 2 (567 hits)
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Submitted by Tak (View user info) at 2004-01-15 18:30:17 EST
**See my reply at bottom for previous chapters if you need them.**
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Chapter 2:
"Hey"
They had spent the rest of the evening sitting in the bedroom with paper and pen, actually drawing up a plan; reasons to stay together, and reasons not. Now, months later, sitting alone in his stinking apartment, wearing his stinking clothes, smoke floating in his face from one of his stinking Camels, he thought them both very childish at the act of actually writing it all out on paper. Why the same scene? Always the same scene; round and round in his head, as if on repeat, the scene of "The Discussion", playing from beginning to end, over and over. It was as if some part of his mind believed that by reliving the whole thing a billion times he could somehow draw more out of it. Finally find the answer.
Or maybe that's just the way his mind had grown to operate over the past nine months of solitude. It was as if he were the lone attendant in an over-spacious theatre built inside his head; sitting on the edge of his seat in the back row, obsessing over each and every second of his B-movie life spilling across the screen, trying to pull the pearl from the clam. There were times when he thought he was having a nervous breakdown, or maybe just simply losing his mind. Mulling over the past was not healthy, that's what they all said, but how could one be expected to just put it on a shelf? Was it not possible that the past was where you could find the answers for the future? Was it not true that all that was known now, all that had been achieved, sprung from the well of the past and it's people, their advancements and failures?
Gon certainly thought it possible. More so, even probable. Without a past, there could be no future. And so, his mind whirred on, mental fingers running over file after file of things she'd said, things she'd done, the way she'd looked, the ways he had reacted, and what it meant when you jumbled it all together.
It had been raining the first day he had seen her. He hadn't ended up at his friend Scratch's house until about six that evening, and the ground was still saturated enough for his driveway to be a hazard-zone. As blasted as he already was, he was still aware enough to side-step the bad-parts, thus saving his baggy pants from any unneeded soakage. How young he had been then, so stupid and full of energy. Still wearing the in-fad styles and acting however it was cool to be acting at the time. He and one of his other buddies made their way across the battlefield of Scratch's front yard and to the door. Upon reflection, Gon felt that at that penultimate moment he had stepped through the most important door he had ever stepped through, and had been completely oblivious to exactly how much his life was about to change.
The one word he could think of was "angelic". A portrait of feminine beauty, yet strangely erotic like an adolescent's wet dream, she stood at the sink washing Scratch's dishes for some flirty-girly reason only she and her estrogen could understand. At this point in the film the screen blurs as the camera slows-down and feeds out the next few seconds like a meaty secret between lovers. Ceyanne, in center screen, turns towards him as if underwater, bubbles from the dishwater still clinging to her forearms, and from somewhere he can here one of his friends introducing the two of them, but he has no room in his mind to think of such things right now. He is being enlightened. He is being given the permission to lay his eyes upon a thing he is unworthy of. He is completely entranced, both then in Scratch's kitchen, and now in the darkest corner of his personal cinema.
There is a certain something about the human eyes. A consistency, a truth, that may not be spoken through words. "The pathway to the soul," they say. And Gon agreed. The first thing he noticed, the first thing that had drawn him, was her glance. Light and airy, childish and playful, enticing and seductive. It was all these things, but more. It was true. Quite possibly the most honest set of eyes he had ever met. Obviously open to criticism as well as compliment. Equally prepared to cast love as to lash out and hurt. The innocence in those sky-blue eyes was whole and untainted.
Patches of skin to either side of her eyes bunched up when she smiled, and that was the next thing. The lips beneath those eyes seemed to have been painted on. Made up like a runway supermodel. Just the right curve to the top lip, and just enough straightness to the lower. Large and sculpted, but not the least bit too full, hers was the mouth of all the women men dreamed of and masturbated to.
Having dried her hands, she brushed a strand of blonde hair back that had fallen from her pony-tail, and held his stare. She seemed to be toying with it, enjoying the strength and depth of understanding that could be passed without speech. Trying in vain to look with out her knowing he was looking, he ran his eyes down her front. And that was the third thing. Her chest was exceptionally large for her age, but coupled with a set of full-figure hips, formed a sculpted hourglass figure that any man would long for. Dressed casually, as was the fad, in t-shirt and forest green corduroys, she was coy and compelling, a joy-park ride he hoped he was tall enough to board.
The moment only lasted a full three seconds, but to Gon it had never really ended. In a way he was still there, standing in front of her, grappling dumbly for words. Her head cocked to the side like a questioning puppy, she began to speak, and he was terrified. What ever sound that mouth may make he knew would drive him mad. Be it a curse, a scream, an insult; from that set of lips it would all be art to him. In a way, even knowing nothing of her, he had already fallen in love. It was like a physical force in the air between them. Any words she may have said would have affected him as much as any other, but in looking back yet again on the scene, he could not suppress a smile at how perfect it was. So simple, so symbolic of things to come.
Smiling still like the beauty queen she was, bringing the creases back to the sides of her eyes, she kept his gaze and said one simple word:
"Hey."
And that was it, folks. Hook, line, and sinker. Mad as a hatter, from that moment on.
As lost as he was in this memory, it took a few seconds for him to realize that the burning sensation he felt was his cigarette having lazily worked it's way to the filter, it's cherry resting between his pointer and middle fingers. Dropping both ash and burning cherry to the carpet, he cursed out loud and went to the sink in the kitchen to soothe the pain with cool water. If only he could just run something cool over his mind to soothe it's pains. That had all been so long ago. And directly behind this thought came another, more a realization than anything else:
How long had it been?
The pain in his hand forgotten, he rushed for the calendar and flicked back page after page, counting back through the months and years to that first meeting. He did the math quickly; four years. It had been four years, ten months and three weeks since they had first met.
For two months shy of five years he had been able to concentrate on nothing but the lady named Ceyanne.
User Reviews
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-24 00:51:53 EST (#)
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No, I suppose I don't mind. Unless I get published and someone else has the ideas copyrighted!
Just kidding. No I don't mind at all. What are they arguing about?
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-01-23 20:38:18 EST (#)
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holy shit dude
I'm printing these out and passing them around. You don't mind do you? People are arguing, I'll get back to you.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-01-17 15:36:10 EST (#)
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heheh i wish i could go through all the short stories and pick a character from each and post a story about the poker game, but i think it would loose momentum halfway through..
i'll think about it though..
Submitted by UltraJesus5000 (user info) at 2004-01-17 15:20:08 EST (#)
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no commentt.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-16 10:28:36 EST (#)
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Hey you know Phinch, I think that's a damn good idea Spike just offered up.
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2004-01-16 00:40:04 EST (#)
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Kick ass, as I am coming to expect.
You have an almost cinematic quality to your writing, in that you really let us *look* through Gon's eyes at her. It's very voyeristic, very 'male gaze' to use some feminist film crit terminology. Well done.
Phinch,
Bob, Sam and whoever better look out---their poker buddies are going down one by one---they might be next! In fact, I think you're going to be obligated to write the story of their demise now...
SpikeGoddess
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-15 23:53:41 EST (#)
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The truth definetly in the fiction, eh? *sigh*
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-01-15 22:34:30 EST (#)
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Perfect.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-15 22:19:24 EST (#)
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Man, esso, I hear you my friend.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-15 22:05:10 EST (#)
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Holy crap. I think you just changed the names and locations because the first two parts of Chapter 2 read like my recent life. I'm on the way down? Crap.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-15 19:06:01 EST (#)
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Hehehe. That was funny Phinch.
Yea, Gon's definitely on the way down.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-01-15 18:43:45 EST (#)
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Bob, Sam and Frank are sitting at the poker table, the air is thick with cigar smoke.
the phone rings, bob gets up to answer-
When he returns, Sam asks, "who was it?"
"that was Agragon, he's still fucked up over Ceyanne. He wont be able to play tonight. Again."
"Oh. Ok, its your turn to deal."
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-01-15 18:41:32 EST (#)
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i smell a downward spiral for this Gon guy...
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-15 18:31:53 EST (#)
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The list of previous chapters was getting a little long for the top, so here they are if you need them:
Part 1:
Chapter 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22616
Chapter 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22679
Chapter 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22737
Chapter 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22838
Interruption #1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22949
Part 2:
Chapter 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/23037