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Date Posted：07/24/2016 18:18 PMCopy HTML
"Okay so the game is Hide N Seek. Any volunteers for who is "it" first? Staring out over a small crowd of children. Jason Cashe with Psyche Devyne next to him looks for a volunteer.
"Not it!"
Local children from the neighborhood where Psyche's Mother lives. It was a random idea that Cashe had and went door to door asking for players. He found more than enough. A red headed fat kid raises his hand, face bright white and full of freckles. Cashe shook his head, feeling sad for the boy even as he volunteered to be "it".
"Good form! Let's call you "Chunk N Stuff" cause I'll never remember your names. Alright start counting to what? 50 good? Everyone else go hide but don't leave this street. I don't need children on Unsolved Mysteries or being kidnapped and sold like in Hostel."
"Scare the children, great adult supervision!"
"You hush! Go hide."
"I'm so going to win this!"
Shaking his head, Cashe is quick to talk shit. "You are like a dead body in Predator vision. Star light, star bright! First star I see tonight!"
"Did you just sing a Madonna song to insult me?"
Shoving him, Psyche shakes her head and breaks in the opposite direction as "Chunk N Stuff" begins his count. Cashe looks around, checking the scene, where he can hide. He watched one kid climb up onto the roof of a garage. Shrugging, Cashe decides to hide in plain sight. Inside the bed of a pickup truck parked along side the road. Eyes to the stars, his mind was free to wonder off..
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Most games that don't come with direct instruction are often found with slight changes in them depending where it's being played. This game of Hide N Seek was an Ironman version of the game. If the person being "it" tags you, you sit on the curb until they give up or they find everyone. In Cashe's day he played a version involving a can to kick.
"Damn it's quiet..." Whispering, Cashe slowly rises up to peek. Not seeing the fat kid, he scans the area. Much like he had said, he found Psyche. She was pale and the dark skies only lit her up like the Night Light she had been called before. From his peripheral vision, he sees "Chunk N Stuff" coming out from the side of one of the houses. Dropping down, Cashe gets on his back hidden away.
His breath sucks in as he holds it to not draw attention. He wasn't sure if he was seen and even being a simple game like this was, he wanted to win. He felt the rise of competition grow inside him. As if feeling the air around him grow thicker, he could sense the fat kid close to the truck where Cashe was hiding. His dragging foot steps get right up to the truck. Cashe knows he is about to find defeat, find a loss in a kid's game. A faint noise takes the attention off the truck momentarily. Thinking the kid was far enough away, Cashe let out a long sigh followed by a brief voice of relief.
"That was close.."
Letting his eyes close, he was trying to force back the urge of competition. That was letting the "Cashe" out and this was outside of his competitive world. Here "Jason" was suppose to control things but that was far from the case. Wanting to stare up at the bright stars like before, he opens his eyes. There staring down over him was "Chunk N Stuff".
"Ahhhhhh!"
"OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" Falling back, the fat kid lands off the truck's side slapping down onto the street. Cashe punched him to the eye. Popping up from the truck bed, his head snaps to where he seen Psyche. Her jaw dropped open as she shined brightly like an angel in the night approaching with her head shaking left to right.
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An open doorway. Cashe and Psyche standing out on the porch, Psyche talking to the parent's of the kid Cashe dubbed "Chunk N Stuff". The kid was inside as his Father was applying an ice pack on his eye.
"Again, he is very sorry!"
Cutting in the conversation, Cashe seemed regretful but yet couldn't keep a smile off his face. "I am! I opened my eyes and "Chunk N Stuff" was lingering over me like a Cat who caught a Mouse to eat. I was fearful."
The Mother's mouth dropped open. Looking back, the boy's Father didn't looked pleased either. Cashe looked confused as Psyche Devyne just stood shaking her head with it covered in her open hand. The front door is slammed in their face.
"What'd I do?"
"Chunk N Stuff? My Mum has to live here Jason! Geez.."
Leaving the porch, Psyche walks in front of Cashe with distance between them. He really didn't see what the problem was. It wasn't like everyone couldn't tell the kid was chunky. Fat people were still people but had more to laugh at, like the really gay people. To Cashe the "Fairies" were just funny. People for him were too uptight these days..
"I'm sorry Lady... Gimme a kiss!" Hurrying up to catch up with her, he tries going in for a kiss on her cheek. She shoves him back as she jukes away.
"Nope. Don't even! I have to go inside and inform my Mum that her neighbors might give her dirty looks because SOMEONE went and punched a bloody twelve year old!"
Mouth dropped. Cashe was stunned. Looking back to the house where the boy lived, he cuts his glance back to Psyche. "That pudgy fucker is only TWELVE!?"
"Ohh My GAWD!!"
She marches up her Mother's porch and enters the house. Cashe left outside decides it was time to do what comes as a cliche to him. What most people like to label HIM as being known for.
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