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hadriel2016-08-29 10:47 pm
amos_moses) wrote in hadriel2016-08-29 10:47 pm
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Three: Candid Camera?
[At first there is a confusion of sound, before it becomes clear it’s music: a little bit tinny from the mp3 speaker nearby, but the song has a fast tempo and a rolling rhythm. The low male vocals are smooth and light.]
[The opening picture of the video is something oddly textured and unrecognizable at first, until the jabberjay pulls its head back and examines the screen with one beady eye. It blinks, pecks the screen, then hops away, bored. The crazy angle of the screen reveals one of the tower apartments: and it belongs to Amos, as evidenced by both the bird and the fact that Amos is in the middle of the main room, dancing to the music.]
[Shirtless, he’s only wearing shorts and a pair of socks: the socks are knee-high and an eye-searing combination of neon green and electric orchid stripes. Short and close-knit, Amos is lean-muscled like a dancer or a gymnast, and he moves with the same careful and precise grace. He has a few scars scattered across his skin, visible in glimpses as he dances without restraint, joy written all over his face.]
[At first the dance moves are slower, classical training showing for those who can recognize it, ballet and ballroom. But as he warms up, Amos mixes it up, pulling from all kinds of dance: contemporary, the street hip-hop and breakdancing, the sensual steps from bars and nightclubs….and more, with martial arts kata stirred in, and tumbles and leaps from gymnastics, flexible and quick. He’s moving for the sheer unbridled joy of moving, the pure physical pleasure of throwing his whole body into expression. It’s a little wild, more than somewhat childish as Amos gives in with abandon. He delights in the push and burn of exertion: dancing is something he’s always loved.]
[He’s in constant motion until the song ends: then he staggers to a halt and flops over into a nearby pile of pillows: all brightly coloured and none of them matching. He laughs, breathless and full. Oh that had been fun!]
Hey sugar!
[Amos rolls over to sit up, hair messed in every direction, as the jabberjay calls out to him. It hops back over to the phone and pecks it. Amos bounces to his feet and over to the phone himself.]
Ain’t good to eat, leave it alone, mon choux.
How’d you turn this thing on anyways?
[Amos scoops up the phone and turns it off, oblivious to the free show he’s just given the network.]
[The opening picture of the video is something oddly textured and unrecognizable at first, until the jabberjay pulls its head back and examines the screen with one beady eye. It blinks, pecks the screen, then hops away, bored. The crazy angle of the screen reveals one of the tower apartments: and it belongs to Amos, as evidenced by both the bird and the fact that Amos is in the middle of the main room, dancing to the music.]
[Shirtless, he’s only wearing shorts and a pair of socks: the socks are knee-high and an eye-searing combination of neon green and electric orchid stripes. Short and close-knit, Amos is lean-muscled like a dancer or a gymnast, and he moves with the same careful and precise grace. He has a few scars scattered across his skin, visible in glimpses as he dances without restraint, joy written all over his face.]
[At first the dance moves are slower, classical training showing for those who can recognize it, ballet and ballroom. But as he warms up, Amos mixes it up, pulling from all kinds of dance: contemporary, the street hip-hop and breakdancing, the sensual steps from bars and nightclubs….and more, with martial arts kata stirred in, and tumbles and leaps from gymnastics, flexible and quick. He’s moving for the sheer unbridled joy of moving, the pure physical pleasure of throwing his whole body into expression. It’s a little wild, more than somewhat childish as Amos gives in with abandon. He delights in the push and burn of exertion: dancing is something he’s always loved.]
[He’s in constant motion until the song ends: then he staggers to a halt and flops over into a nearby pile of pillows: all brightly coloured and none of them matching. He laughs, breathless and full. Oh that had been fun!]
Hey sugar!
[Amos rolls over to sit up, hair messed in every direction, as the jabberjay calls out to him. It hops back over to the phone and pecks it. Amos bounces to his feet and over to the phone himself.]
Ain’t good to eat, leave it alone, mon choux.
How’d you turn this thing on anyways?
[Amos scoops up the phone and turns it off, oblivious to the free show he’s just given the network.]
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[It's all bizarre to him, from the dancing to the thought that any adult would bother with that.]
I can't imagine anybody goin' through all that trouble for a kid... Why was that so important to her?
[Kids were pretty free-range in Firo's neighborhood. He and his friends especially were mostly left to roam and get into trouble so long as they came back before dark.]
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Mmm, lotsa reasons. It's kinda complicated. Anything with my grandmother was.
[Amos purses his lips a moment, thinking, then wrinkles his nose before smiling again, crookedly. He did and does still love his grandmother, and regrets the wrong he did to her by running away: she had only been trying to look after him, as she had always done.]
First, to keep me busy so I'd stay out of big trouble: 'idle hands are the Devil's workshop,' she'd always say. Second, to keep me off the streets an' always somewhere there was people to keep an eye one me, so I'd be safer, see. Lotta monsters in my world think kids are tasty treats, or worse, fun playthings.
An' third, well. I look 'zactly like my father, her son, an' I think...she did care an awful lot for me, but I think I reminded her a lot of what she lost. My parents died in an accident when I was really little, see, so she raised me herself. I don't remember 'em at all. An' if I was busy at lessons, then she didn't see me as much.
[Amos is pretty sure that was the part of the puzzle he'd missed when he had been smaller. A less forgiving child might have resented it, but Amos had been secure in the knowledge that he was well-loved, and has a generous heart. He's always tried to believe the best of people.]
She was good to me, though.
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It sure sounds like she was, lookin' out for you like that.
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Yup. Couldn't have asked for better.
[Amos grins as well.]
I was a lucky bug.
[Belatedly he realizes that Firo will have no idea about Disney movie quotes, but oh well.]
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You were a lucky somethin', that's for sure.