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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 07:28 PM Post #26 |
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He wasn’t about stick around any longer. He didn’t want to meet Roran when he regained consciousness or get out of the hospital or whatever the hell was going to happen to him. Screw Tyugo, the kid was a warrior; he could find his own way home. There was nothing holding him back from leaving, so he wasn’t going to get held back by any feelings of sympathy towards anybody. That wasn’t Bojack’s style. It never was, and it never would be. Crap like that just pissed Bojack off. He said his good-byes to Tyugo, and then avoided the cops when they came to arrest him for attempted murder. It was easy to avoid them. They were simple-minded. He was a criminal and they had to arrest him. That was the problem. They classified him as a common criminal, when he was so much more than that. All he did was power his way out of the building and then he stole a guy’s car and started to drive away with it. He didn’t want to ruin the car, because he was planning on ditching it somewhere and then just walking the rest of the way. But of course, the cops just had to chase him and rear-ended him a few times. Hopefully the guy had insurance. After a while, Bojack’s amazing driving steered him clear of any danger. When he was almost out of gas, he left the car on the side of the road and took the keys with him. Hey, the guy was bound to have a set of back-up keys, so it didn’t matter. He had no idea which way he was headed. He figured it was east, considering the sun was setting soon – but nothing was making much sense anymore. All he had was his own wits, and they too were bothering him. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:09 PM Post #27 |
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Bojack landed up in a very large city. The name, he wasn’t too sure of. There wasn’t a welcoming board posted up on the limits of town. Not like he cared. He wasn’t about to call this place home, not at all. The town was crime-ridden, people running around everywhere with somebody else’s purse in hand. There was quite a good percentage of homeless people as well. He heard a few gun shots go off periodically in other regions of the town. It was just the kind of place Bojack liked. While he was walking down the street, looking for a place to say for a low cost, he ran into somebody running off with somebody else’s purse. His first encounter with people from this town. The guy simply said, “sorry!” before he tried to run around Bojack and get away from the person running after him. Bojack contemplated letting him go and just get his rewards. But he decided against it. He grabbed the guy by the arm and waited for his pursuers to catch up. They said, “sorry!” before they hauled the guy off. They didn’t offer him a reward of any kind. He wasn’t bothered, not this time. But if he ever had to save someone else’s ass again, he sure as hell was going to get a reward, and it was going to be a substantial reward. He wanted to be able to live in luxury for the rest of his life with the reward he was going to receive if he ever played hero again. Yeah, Bojack: Hero of All. What a faggot name. Screw being the hero. Screw being the neutral warrior. He knew he had to pick a side. A legacy would be easier to forge if he was a good guy, saving orphanages. But being a villain, he would have so much more fun. But infamy would come with time. A lot of time. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:10 PM Post #28 |
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He didn’t decide right away. Whatever. He had plenty of time to choose. For right now, he decided that he would become a vigilante for this town. The law wouldn’t be able to do anything to him, so he wouldn’t have to lead a double life to protect his loved ones. That was also a plus – not having loved ones. They could locate his parents for him, just so he could kick their ass when they got them to Earth. Or this city from whatever city they were staying at. Or wherever the hell they were. That was the reason he was pissed off. He finally put his finger on it. It was because of Billy and that kid of his. It was because of that unstable childhood of his. That was it. That was the reason behind his pain. He needed to find his parents. But he did not know where to look, or where to begin looking. Maybe that spaceship he awoke in for the first held some answers. Yes, but where was that? It wasn’t on his birth certificate. Hell, that was even if he had a birth certificate. He probably did, probably the orphanage he stayed at had it. That was where he had to go. He knew it wasn’t too far from West City, because they used to take field trips there all the time. And now, he wasn’t too far from West City. Was this the city he used to stay in? No, it couldn’t have been. It used to be beautiful, trees everywhere, people knew each other, and nobody stole anything. Or maybe that was just the orphanage’s property. So was this the environment Bojack grew up in? That would explain why he was so fucked up. Now, he had to find that orphanage and when he knew it wasn’t in this village, he would leave, because he knew, deep down, that this wasn’t the city he was from. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:11 PM Post #29 |
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But it was. He found the orphanage with ease. It was the only green part of town. There was grass growing around it, beautiful trees in perfect columns spread out around it, even a garden for good measure. There was the swing set Bojack had swung on. Or rather, the new one that was in the same spot as the old one. He even saw the caretakers that had been there since he was there. He yearned to meet them, but he didn’t know if he had it in him to just go up all casually and just introduce himself as the blue alien they had taken care of so selflessly. But he had to. He walked around to the opening of the fence, and swung the door open. He began to walk on the cobblestoned path and to the front door of the orphanage. He tried to stay out of sight of everybody else while he did so. If he got inside, he was homefree. IF he got inside. The door was open. He walked inside and to the front desk and asked if they could retrieve something for him. They were hesitant at first, but when he introduced himself as Bojack, a former resident, they were happy to assist him. He asked for his birth certificate so he could get into college, which was a lie. They smiled heavily, happy at the fact that they had taken care of a kid that would become a doctor. Right then, he wanted to make them proud. But he remained stoic. He couldn’t let them know what was going on in his head, let them know that he missed them. That he actually wanted to return to his childhood before he found out he didn’t have any parents. And the fact that he did have parents that didn’t want him so they left him alone in the wild. That was all he wanted. But he couldn’t let them know that, not for fear of them babying him and making him feel like this was home and he stayed. So he didn’t. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:30 PM Post #30 |
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They gave him his birth certificate. But it didn’t have any information that Bojack needed. The only thing it had on there was his weight, his color, his size, crap like that. But not where he was born – that part was left blank. When he asked them where they had found him, they said that he was dropped off. He was at a dead end again. For the millionth time in his life, his hopes about beating the crap out of his dad was crushed. But that was before one of the caretakers pulled him over to talk to him. It was the elderly woman, Mrs. Jacobs. She was a nice woman from America. All old people were nice, Bojack figured. Except for the men, they were assholes. When she asked him what he was looking for, he told her the truth. He could trust her with this kind of information. Maybe not his life, but this much he could deal with. She told him what he needed to know, because she revealed to him that she was the one that found him. He hadn’t been left here, he was found. That changed everything. So was it an accident? Had his parents been in space with the ship and they were attacked and they had to send him to Earth? Sounded too cliché to Bojack. No, that couldn’t have been it. They left him here, left him to die in a spaceship that they were sure was going to crash. Fucking assholes. But she told him where he was found, and that was all he needed. After saying farewell, he left the orphanage. No, he ran out of the orphanage, not wanting to feel nostalgic at this point. That would’ve slowed him from finding what he needed to. About a few miles out of town, he found his ship. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:36 PM Post #31 |
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Bojack approached the crashsite. Nothing had moved, he assumed, since the last time he was here. And that was over twenty years ago. Grass had grown everywhere around the ship, burying it. It was still visible, very visible. He walked around to where he thought the door was. He knew it wasn’t going to open automatically, so he kicked it in. The interior was quite spacious, probably fighting about five to six people in intergalactic travel. If it was still working, he knew he would have taken it for a ride to Mars or something. He was a alien. Maybe his home was on Mars. Maybe he had a brother, a brother that lived on mars. Maybe, just maybe, he was a Martian. But that idea was immediately falsified. He was blue, not red. But then again, white people were on the green and blue earth. So maybe Bojack figured he was from Venus, but dismissed that thought as quick as he thought of it. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t want to. He decided to call Earth home from now, because that was the right thing to do. He wasn’t going to think about it anymore. Now to explore the ship. He didn’t want to find his original home, he wanted to find his parent’s home. That’s what it was about all along. Maybe he would find inner peace by doing that. It was worth a shot. In the past two months he had been wandering for an answer, and now it was in his reach – he wasn’t about to let it go. He pushed the biggest red button on the console and suddenly the machine whirred to life. But it shut off. The alien assumed it had run out of battery life. No matter, he didn’t want to play Tetris or anything. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:47 PM Post #32 |
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Bojack poked around a bit more, looking for papers or something physical. Screw the computer data. He was illiterate, so he damned sure didn’t know how to use a computer. Finally, he found what he was looking for. It was a manila folder with a crap load of papers in there. He could read a bit, that much was sure. So when he opened the folder, he was pleased. There wasn’t many words on there, and the ones that were on there were as simple as pie. He still had to sound them out though. And what he read made no sense. They meant nothing to him and they offered him nothing to learn about his history. Nothing about his namesake, nothing at all. It was stupid to have even come here. There wasn’t any way he would be able to find his parents unless they came out of nowhere and decided to claim him. Fuck that. He knew they weren’t planning on ever doing that if it hadn’t crossed their minds in the past two decades he had been alive. So what would change their mind now? There was only one thing Bojack knew they would change their minds to come and get him. HE would have to become the world’s greatest warrior and maybe then his parents would come to claim him. And pow, he would kick their asses. They had to be warriors, so it wouldn’t be unfair. Bojack himself was larger than any basketball player and they must have had his genes. He had to find a way to lure them to Earth. But as for now, he had to get the hell out of there was well. He didn’t feel right standing in the same place that he had been abandoned in. But first, he began to tear apart the ship, inch by inch by inch. Nothing but scraps of whatever material it was made of left. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 10:56 PM Post #33 |
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Bojack had to do something to get strong. He felt like returning to Roshi to continue his training. Or better yet, finding Roran and having a rematch with him, just so Roran could avenge himself. Or maybe even fight that Tyugo kid – he looked like he would be a good fight. Well, a good fight against kids of his own level. But not against Bojack. Damn it to hell. He had nothing to do to get stronger. He could take steroids like Spopovich, but that would do nothing but add on to his muscle mass, which he had more than enough of. Bojack could issue an open challenge in West City, allowing only the best to fight with him. That wouldn’t work out too well. Not if a cocky bastard like Bojack came along and thought he was the best, which was only true in Bojack’s opinion. There was only one thing left to do. Start fucking people up until the cavalry came. Now a days, the cavalry was usually warriors that flew through the air, unstoppable. Those were the people he wanted to face. They wouldn’t be so bad to battle with, only if Bojack was stronger. That was the thing. Bojack wanted an opponent that was just as good as him, but not as good as him. He needed someone in between. Someone that was able to hold their own, but not quite win. That was his ideal opponent. He wouldn’t find him anywhere. Maybe Bojack could learn that technique to make two of himself and fight himself. But he also knew the drawback of that technique, and that the clone was only half as strong. So what if he had two clones? Wouldn’t that be a fair match? He would have to ask Roshi. But he wasn’t a good person, not yet. Roshi would object. Roshi wouldn’t be allowed to object. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 11:05 PM Post #34 |
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Fuck it. Bojack was no longer in the mood for battle. He didn’t want to fight anybody. He was far too strong for any being a million miles close to him. It wouldn’t be fair. Not to Bojack, who wanted a good opponent, and not to his opponent, who probably wanted a fair fight. There would be no win-win situation. There would be only pain and blood. Only pain and blood. No experience gained, but only a hurting conscience. That wasn’t the thing Bojack wanted. He knew what he wanted. He wanted a drink, or a few drinks. He headed back into town and went to the nearest bar he could, and took a seat on a stool, which was ironically called a barstool. He asked for two vodka martinis, and since there weren’t that many people in there, he got his order pretty quick. He took down his drinks in record time. They felt good going down his throat. He asked for two more. And then two more. The tolerance level that aliens had for alcohol was incredible. Their livers were more than three times the size of a human’s, and their bodies somehow had room for it. Their kidneys were fairly larger as well. There was no disadvantage to being an alien. Just before he downed his eighth drink of the night, he heard someone sit down next to him. He glanced over to see who it was, but it wasn’t anybody that he recognized. It was just a middle-aged man that was balding. He ordered the same thing Bojack did which earned him automatic points, making him a pretty cool guy in Bojack’s eyes. “Good choice.” Bojack said without looking at him. “You’re tellin’ me! Long ass day at the mines, man. Feels good to kick back and drown a few.” the man replied. “I’m Irid.” “Bojack.” |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 11:11 PM Post #35 |
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Bojack liked Irid. He was a good man. He offered a good conversation, and most of all, he also had a fair tolerance for alcohol. Bojack couldn’t ask much more than that. Finally, the conversation began to take off to a more serious level than regular frivolity. “Weren’t you that guy that did a real number on that chump in West City a while back?” He asked. Bojack looked at him, surprised by the question. He didn’t expect anyone to know about that, but that was because he forgot about it being aired on live television. “No, that wasn’t me. Must’ve got me confused with some other fool.” “You sure, man? I could’ve sworn it was you.” “Look. I just said it ain’t me, aight? So stop fucking around.” “Hey man, no need to get all hostile on me.” “No need to ask some stupid ass questions.” “Good comeback.” Bojack smirked. He liked the fact he was able to manipulate the flow of conversation and switch the topic faster than it had been switched before. He didn’t want to think about what he had done in his life. He just wanted to live in the past, because that was the way to live. He looked over at Irid and asked him if he ever had a family. “Yeah, two girls and a wife man. Love them to death.” Bojack then asked him if he would ever contemplating leaving his kids and taking off with his wife. His reponse to that was, “Hell no man, what kind of question was that? I would never leave those pearls.” Bojack nodded. He knew he had pushed it too far with those questions. He tried to apologize, but he didn’t. That wasn’t his style either and it would have been a bit hypocritical. He didn’t want to stick around any further. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 11:28 PM Post #36 |
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Bojack needed to stop moving around so much. Bojack decided to head north this time. He never saw mountains before. He had always wanted to see them as well. He wondered if he could pick up a mountain. That would make his year if he was able to do that. Maybe that would cement his legacy and would give him the title of “the alien that could move mountains.” That would be worth everything in the world. That wouldn’t be bad. But screw walking. He decided to get on a bus and take it all the way to the mountains. They were nameless, however. Nobody had given it a name, which also offered a world of opportunity. Maybe he could name it after himself. That would also add on to his legacy. There was so much stuff he could do out there, he knew it wouldn’t be hard to make a name for himself. He just had to decide which road to take. He only had two roads to pick from. Being good or evil. But he realized something. Maybe he could be someone that did both. He could live to serve himself, but he would still help out the less fortunate. Maybe that was the life he could end up leading. It didn’t sound like a bad thing whatsoever. Whatever. He looked out the window at the terrain. The scenery was beautiful. It was all farmland though. People were growing everything from corn to marijuana. He wouldn’t mind buying a house over here. Maybe he could be a farmer parttime and a hero for the rest of his day. That would be the life. Finally, the bus driver announced that they were close to their destination and that they should get their stuff ready. Bojack was the first one ready, and quickly got up when the bus stopped moving. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 9 2009, 11:35 PM Post #37 |
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He walked out of the bus. The air was cold, but he didn’t need a jacket. He was cold-blooded so this type of weather actually made him feel alive. He just had to smile. Suddenly, a kid came towards him and began to pick up his backup. Guess they didn’t care about the laws about child labor down here. The kid led Bojack to a cab and Bojack got in. he asked them to drop him off at the cheapest motel. He was running low on money. He had to be wary. But the people were good people. They dropped him off at a motel, but it didn’t look too shabby. Instead of making the kid get his bag, Bojack got it himself. Nothing wrong with a bit of labor, Bojack assumed. He got his room, which was on the second floor, which was also the top floor. He took the elevator instead of walking up about twenty steps. He began to wonder why they even had a elevator. That was stupid, a elevator in a motel with only two stories. What the hell was up with that? Judging from the people he had encountered, this town was pretty desolate. There couldn’t have been that many people there. Certainly not enough for a motel to afford a elevator in a two story motel. He left that mystery up to the cops. He wasn’t going to worry about it. it was pointless. It wasn’t like it was his father’s motel. He then realized how much time he wasted thinking about pointless things. He went into his room and saw that the only clean room in the entire motel was the reception. Everything else was dingy. Maybe that was how they made their money. They had people pay for rooms by giving people the appearance of the main room being clean. Smart people. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 10 2009, 12:01 AM Post #38 |
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Bojack began the trek up the mountain. He was accompanied by a few people that were also on the bus with him. He didn’t care too much for their names, nor did he care enough to be friendly and ask them either. There was a small boy traveling with them though. Bojack kept his eye on him because first of all, they were on a mountain and kids were crazy, but Bojack didn’t want him to get hurt either. That would just be perfect if he did. But other than that – the trek up was pleasant. The cold air rejuvenated Bojack each time it blew. Just then, when he was taking a breath, he heard people screaming. The kid had fallen over and was hanging onto a ledge about ten feet down from where they were. People had to be selfish in this situation. If they tried to rescue the kid, they were at risk of falling down themselves and dying. They were trying to think of a logical way to rescue him. A few guys offered to rappel down to rescue him, but nobody had rope. Finally, Bojack decided he would take matters into his own hand before the kid ran out of energy and just had to let go of the limb. He decided to climb down. He was a pretty talented guy, actually, in doing physical things. He began to climb down, and when he got near the kid, extended a hand out and grabbed him by his collar and then began to climb back up with one hand, which was easier than it sounded. When he got back to the top, everybody began to crowd around the two. The kid began crying and started to hug his mom and wipe his nose on her skirt and stuff. Bojack just sat there, a bit pleased with himself. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 10 2009, 12:08 AM Post #39 |
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Maybe that was the key to life. Bojack had went into action without being asked to, because he knew it was the right thing to do. He had to save the kid out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. He didn’t feel forced to do it, but he just knew he had to, or he wouldn’t have felt right. For the first time in months, Bojack felt at peace with himself and he smiled. He actually smiled. He didn’t laugh at somebody, but he just smiled at himself. People began to pat him on the back and congratulated in over a million ways. But the message was clear. They were thankful for the blue alien. He felt like he actually had a place to stay. That’s what it was all about. He was happy he did too. When they got over the whole scenario, they continued their trek up the mountain. When they reached the top, Bojack pulled out the small flag he had been carrying. It had his face on it. He stuck it on top of the mountain and officially named the mountain after himself. It was the tallest one for over a hundred miles in every direction. It made him feel like he was actually at the top of the world, not just the mountain. He felt like he was the best. And for the first time, he knew he was the best. He just knew it. he knew he was capable of so much more than he had been doing – leaving town every other day, beating up a guy for no apparent reason, taking drugs. It was all meaningless now. He had to straighten up. But it wasn’t his fault. It was his parent’s. But he forgave them. For once in his life, he felt at peace with himself, all thanks to a kid who almost died. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 10 2009, 12:14 AM Post #40 |
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Bojack just had one thing left to do. When they got to the foot of the mountain, he took off. His training would finally pay off. He ran as fast as he could, as fast as he knew he could. He ran past cars, faster than cars, and places, and people. He ran past everything, because none of it mattered. Nothing could stop him. He was a juggernaut. If anyone got in his way, they would be knocked out of the way and he would continued, unfazed. Nothing was going to stop him, not right now. He knew what he had to. He knew it all along, but he just made himself forget. He had to go to Ms. Rick. She was his mother. He knew she was. She had to be. He always knew he had a lot of human-like characteristics about him, and she was the key. She was the missing link. Bojack wasn’t a full alien, he was half alien. And half-human. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to be home, at his home. With Ms. Rick. Bojack Rick. He didn’t like the sound of it. But it would have to suffice until he changed his last name. He finally had a actual namesake that he shared with someone else. He felt love grow in his heart. He was beginning to fell a bit gay however. He hated mushy shit, so he kept on running. He was halfway there. It had been over two days since he had been running, and he wasn’t going to stop now. His adrenaline continued to push him. His legs weren’t planning on giving out on him either. His soul, itself, was running alongside with him. He finally had all the answers. And now he just had to hear them coming from someone else. And that someone else was his very own mother. He loved it. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 10 2009, 12:19 AM Post #41 |
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“No son, I’m not your mother.” She told him. Bojack’s heart fell in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All this time, these past two days, he was sure she was his mother, and yet she wasn’t. Damn it. Damn it all. “Did you know my mother?” “She was a good woman, Bojack. She never meant to leave you.” she said. Bojack looked at her and smiled. He believed her. He didn’t have anymore hate in his heart. He didn’t think he was capable of hating anything anymore. It was just too good to be true. He finally heard that his parents were good people, that’s all he needed to know. So did this mean he was a good person by nature too? Did this mean he didn’t have to do evil, but was only tempted to do it? Was that the answer? He was sure it wasn’t. Without continuing the conversation, he walked out of the house. She wasn’t his mother, so he didn’t stay. He was just going to leave again. But he wasn’t going to hate anybody or leave with unanswered questions. He was looking for somebody. He turned over every street and alley looking for that one person, that one person that would make him feel better. When he found him, he asked for a pen. The person gave it to him, and then asked if everything was alright. “Yeah.” Bojack then signed his name on a piece of paper and handing it to the person along with his pen. “here’s an autograph, guy. You deserve it.” Bojack’s next order of business would be to find Roran and apologize to him. He would then find Tyugo and help him raise enough money for his village. He would become a legitimate hero. Bojack: The Saviour of Light. That was a cool name. |
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