Post by Freakke on Aug 18, 2009 14:16:50 GMT -6
Charlie Smiles, the man behind the face paint that creates the persona Freakke, is out alone in the park. No one notices him now. Another normal guy in the park on a nice cloudy day. He looks up and seems to smile. His face is blocked by the hood of his jacket. It's cool but it's still calm and warm enough for a lovely stroll. The sky darkens and an almost eerie feeling fills the landscape. As the people pack up and go home, Charlie walks further into the park. He slips like a ghost into the woodland paths. Not more than a moment later, it begins to rain. Charlie keeps walking. Even when the rain turns to a storm, he walks alone. One of the last people to leave the trails notices the smile on his face. It's a solemn calm. He walks all the way to the end of the park and keeps walking. Its all woodland area now. He knows the area though. His smile is still there. Its growing as the rain drips through the leaves and onto his face. He finally makes it out of the woods as a small break in the storm makes the area quiet again. He looks at the clearing and sees the old fence. Iron bars every so many feet, well kept by the grounds keeper. With a quick leap, he clears the fence and stands to observe the many headstones in this clearing. He begins to move in between them. Twelve in and three up he stops. Two graves, one stone. He lays two roses. Right behind them, he moves and smiles again. He lays here a plastic plate and takes the old one away. It has two numbers on it.
113-78
He looks at the headstone marked with his and his grandfather's shared name and turns away. He passes his parents headstone and his hand rests on it as he leaves. He tries not to think about bad memories but some slip through. It starts raining again but he can't help but smile as the epitaph of his family comes to mind.
"Mourn Not Our Losses,
Wish For Them The Best You Can"
He heads home to excersize and prepare for Friday. He leaves behind his melancholy mood for his next visit.
113-78
He looks at the headstone marked with his and his grandfather's shared name and turns away. He passes his parents headstone and his hand rests on it as he leaves. He tries not to think about bad memories but some slip through. It starts raining again but he can't help but smile as the epitaph of his family comes to mind.
"Mourn Not Our Losses,
Wish For Them The Best You Can"
He heads home to excersize and prepare for Friday. He leaves behind his melancholy mood for his next visit.