Post by Nekoman on Nov 29, 2008 13:08:10 GMT -5
Brick picked out a nice outfit of a removable-sleeved vest (in red, with a black stripe going horizontally in the center), tight-ish t-shirt (same colors and stripe), and some black jeans, with a few pockets here and there on the legs.
"Oh, man, all these new clothes, and my hat's still so musty." Brick remarked. He gently lifted the cap off of his head, letting his ponytail fall to it's true length at his waist. He held the cap out in front of him, looking at it with caring, deep eyes.
"I can't replace it, obviously.. maybe I can just get it cleaned up?" Brick headed down the sidewalk, looking for a tailor. When he approached an old thrift store, he noticed an old lady sitting near the front with her hands delicately pushing what - at the moment - looked like a long yellow sheet under the needle of a sewing machine. He smiled to himself and waltzed right in, not asking any mind to the cashier, who was saying he couldn't stay if he didn't buy anything.
Brick slip his wallet on the lady's table, and smiled sweetly.
"How much for you to fix my hat?" He asked, rather bluntly. She looked at him, her eyes strained at the light flooding in through the open door.
"Why do you want a cap? Your hair is beautiful, why would you hide it under such a dusty thing?" She asked. "Besides, what would a sweet little girl like you want a baseball cap for?"
Brick cringed. "I'M A BOY, YOU BLIND OLD HAG!"
"O-oh.. really? I'm sorry, boy, this old woman's got some trouble with her vision.."
"Just forget it." Brick snatched his hat and wallet back, and left.
Still fuming, he sat down at a fountain in the middle of a park nearby. He chipped some stone off the fountain, then plucked one of his hairs. He threaded the hair through a hole he made on the chip, and stitched up several holes on the side of his precious red hat.
He dipped it in the fountain and scrubbed it hard with the various coins in the water. His eyes caught something brilliantly glittering under the pile of coins, set in the stone.
He brushed away the coins with his hand, and found an old silver dollar, half set in the stone, the other half sticking out at an odd angle. He picked it up, and smiled.
"I remember this.."
"Hey guys, let's throw a coin in and see if we get our wish!" Boomer yelled, signaling his brothers to come. He laughed and pulled out an old nickel, shut his eyes, and threw the coin in the air. It hit the water with a soft "plop!"
"Boomer, you're such a kid!" Butch retorted.
"But Butch, we're only five!"
"We're still the Rowdyruff boys! We don't make wishes, we TAKE WISHES!" With that, Butch took out a silver dollar and flew way into the air. He shut his eyes, and chuck the silver dollar at the fountain, cracking it down the middle upon impact and lodging the coin in the stone.
"That's it, Butch? You're such a weakling!" Brick yelled up at his brother, and he and Boomer shared a laugh. Fuming, Butch came down and tackled Boomer to the ground.
Brick laughed to himself and shook his cap to dry it off. Replacing it atop his head, he turned it backwards, letting his bangs hang out of the loop. He turned and started walking, reminiscing about his and his brothers 'innocent' days.
"Oh, man, all these new clothes, and my hat's still so musty." Brick remarked. He gently lifted the cap off of his head, letting his ponytail fall to it's true length at his waist. He held the cap out in front of him, looking at it with caring, deep eyes.
"I can't replace it, obviously.. maybe I can just get it cleaned up?" Brick headed down the sidewalk, looking for a tailor. When he approached an old thrift store, he noticed an old lady sitting near the front with her hands delicately pushing what - at the moment - looked like a long yellow sheet under the needle of a sewing machine. He smiled to himself and waltzed right in, not asking any mind to the cashier, who was saying he couldn't stay if he didn't buy anything.
Brick slip his wallet on the lady's table, and smiled sweetly.
"How much for you to fix my hat?" He asked, rather bluntly. She looked at him, her eyes strained at the light flooding in through the open door.
"Why do you want a cap? Your hair is beautiful, why would you hide it under such a dusty thing?" She asked. "Besides, what would a sweet little girl like you want a baseball cap for?"
Brick cringed. "I'M A BOY, YOU BLIND OLD HAG!"
"O-oh.. really? I'm sorry, boy, this old woman's got some trouble with her vision.."
"Just forget it." Brick snatched his hat and wallet back, and left.
Still fuming, he sat down at a fountain in the middle of a park nearby. He chipped some stone off the fountain, then plucked one of his hairs. He threaded the hair through a hole he made on the chip, and stitched up several holes on the side of his precious red hat.
He dipped it in the fountain and scrubbed it hard with the various coins in the water. His eyes caught something brilliantly glittering under the pile of coins, set in the stone.
He brushed away the coins with his hand, and found an old silver dollar, half set in the stone, the other half sticking out at an odd angle. He picked it up, and smiled.
"I remember this.."
"Hey guys, let's throw a coin in and see if we get our wish!" Boomer yelled, signaling his brothers to come. He laughed and pulled out an old nickel, shut his eyes, and threw the coin in the air. It hit the water with a soft "plop!"
"Boomer, you're such a kid!" Butch retorted.
"But Butch, we're only five!"
"We're still the Rowdyruff boys! We don't make wishes, we TAKE WISHES!" With that, Butch took out a silver dollar and flew way into the air. He shut his eyes, and chuck the silver dollar at the fountain, cracking it down the middle upon impact and lodging the coin in the stone.
"That's it, Butch? You're such a weakling!" Brick yelled up at his brother, and he and Boomer shared a laugh. Fuming, Butch came down and tackled Boomer to the ground.
Brick laughed to himself and shook his cap to dry it off. Replacing it atop his head, he turned it backwards, letting his bangs hang out of the loop. He turned and started walking, reminiscing about his and his brothers 'innocent' days.
