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 The Trespasser, tag: Preston Marx
Saul Quinner
 Posted: May 5 2017, 02:02 AM
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Saul had lived in the same seemingly abandoned house for a few months now. He never stayed in an abandoned house or building for more than a month, but he really liked this house. If he was able to buy a house, he would want something better than this place, but he was sure this was the sorta house he would get stuck with. It would be the one place he would be able to afford and so he would buy it. So he liked it.

He slept on the couch, not allowing himself to go upstairs and not hear anyone coming into the place. No, he had to sleep on the couch. He had to be able to hear people if – when – they were going to enter his home and ruin his serenity. His jacket was on the back of a dining chair and his backpack was always right by his hand near the couch. He had his knife in there in case someone was to intrude on his privacy, he could defend himself. He didn’t mind not having television. He had his MP3 player, but he never played it at night. Again, he had to hear if anyone was going to intrude upon his serenity.
It was daylight though and he allowed himself to go upstairs and go through the things up there. There wasn’t anything left of any value. The few things he thought might get him some nice money he had already pawned. There was some coins that he thought were valuable, but the pawnfuck only gave him a few dollars for them. He didn’t bother looking them up online, but he probably should have. He was sure the pawnfuck cheated him. He didn’t look in every room because he wanted some places where he could wander around and discover new things. What would the fun of exploring everything in the house be if you didn’t leave yourself more places to explore? Though, he had to admit there weren’t many other places left in this house to explore.

There was one closet he hadn’t opened yet. But then, he didn’t expect much in a closet. He opened the door and found some men’s clothes that he thought he might fit in. He tried some on, but didn’t like any of the fancy clothes. They were mostly three piece suits. Who the fuck wore three piece suits anymore. Though admittedly, he did look nice in the vests, so he decided to keep some of them. There were some old hats. Maybe he could get some money from them, but he wasn’t sure. There were a couple of wooden umbrellas on the floor of the closet, but nothing else. He was rather disappointed.

He took the few vests that he had liked and went back downstairs to the couch. There was no electricity in the house, but he was lucky enough to find some candles and matches. He used them once it was dusk. It was just one o’clock in the afternoon. He was hungry. He ate some cookies he had bought the night before at a store in town.

Suddenly, he heard what he thought were footsteps outside the house. He was frightened. Who was that? It sounded like only one person. He took his knife out of the backpack. Yeah, definitely only one set of footsteps and he didn’t hear any voices. Dammit! He liked this house. He wasn’t ready to leave it yet. This wasn’t fair! He didn’t know what he should do. Should he run and hide upstairs and hope whoever it was would just go away? He didn’t wanna hurt anyone but he would if he had to. He took his backpack and his cookies and bottle of water and ran upstairs, hoping that the person outside wouldn’t be able to hear him. When he got upstairs, he decided to hide in the closet that he had just looked in. He stayed inside and tried to breathe slowly, although he wanted to hyperventilate, he was so scared.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: May 5 2017, 05:54 PM
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Being in a relatively new town meant that there was still a lot of territory left to investigate. Pres didn’t use his wanderings to look for things, not really, he was more enticed by the idea of discovering new places and making new memories. Although, there had been several occasions where he had found things of interest during his adventures that he took for himself it wasn’t his mission. Thus far, Lochland had proved to be a good place for his wanderings and while he hadn’t come across anything overly exciting he had been on a few neat trips through abandoned buildings and home.

On some occasions he saw fit to bring Bonnie and Clyde with but today he wasn’t sure where he might end up so he had left the curious fox creatures at home. He’d have to take them out in the next day or so to let them run off some energy. For now, he had found himself in one of the more poverty stricken neighborhoods in the town, not looking for anything but just looking. However, his just looking changed to intrigue when one of the houses caught his attention. He couldn’t be certain but he had thought he had seen someone, or something, moving inside one of the deserted buildings.

What was that?

Normally he wouldn’t have sought out a suspicious shadow but he was feeling brave so he mustered his courage and made a b-line for the building. Preston was slightly clumsy and while he tried to be quiet he was sure he was making a noticeable amount of noise. Noise or not, he got inside without any trouble.

The inside looked about as he had expected though there was a jacket hanging from the back of a chair that didn’t fit the dusty interior of the rest of the house. Was someone really here? Hesitantly, he made his way upstairs and began looking around. He had his back pack on and after his incident in the forest he had left his notebook in his back pocket for easier access just in case. Preston didn’t carry any weapons aside from the little blades on his multitool but those wouldn’t do much damage if any; he didn’t feel the need to have anything of that nature because he believed people were good and kind.

His feet had absently carried him to the room he had thought he had seen movement in and while there didn’t seem to be anything there now he still decided to have a look around the space. He eyed the closet first, his thoughts conflicting on whether or not to open it but eventually he caved and moved to pull the door open.


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Saul Quinner
 Posted: May 6 2017, 11:05 AM
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Saul regretted hiding in the closet, but he couldn’t think of another place to hide – except possibly under the bed. Oh sure, now he thinks of an alternative hiding place. He was too scared to get out of the closet and go under the bed. Besides, the bed was a worse hiding place. At least in the closet he could rush whoever opened the door unexpectedly, knock him over and made a break for it if he needed to. He was gun fodder under the bed. He should’ve hidden behind the bedroom door. That was the best place to be. Weel, he was scared shitless in the closet.

Shit! There were footsteps outside of the closet. What if they had a gun? What if they were the police? Worse thing Saul believed the police could get him on was trespassing. What if the owner of the house was out there with a gun? Was Delaware a state where they allowed a homeowner to shoot trespassers first and ask questions later?

Saul just hoped that whoever it was outside the closet would just go away. In the unlikely event that wasn’t going to happen, what the fuck was Saul going to do? He could just rush for whoever it was and hope for the best. He could be lucky and whoever opened the closet, if they opened the closet door, could be old enough that the sight of someone hiding in the closet could scare the so much that they would have a heart attack and die. Then, wouldn’t that be murder or manslaughter, or something? Saul was lucky enough that that would happen, but he wasn’t lucky enough that whoever was standing outside the closet wouldn’t open the closet door. With Saul’s luck, whoever opened the closet door had a machine gun and would just shoot Saul right in half with it.

He thought about trying to pull on the door when whoever it was outside the closet door tried to open it, so they wouldn’t be able to open it. But then, they would certainly know someone was in the closet. If he had a gun, all he had to do was shoot whoever was stupid enough to be hiding in the closet holding the door closed. One thing Saul was sure of was that he wasn’t gonna try to sit on the floor of the closet and hope whoever opened the door wouldn’t see him. He was gonna rush whoever it was and hope for the best. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be Leatherface, Jason Voorhees, or Michael Myers. If worse came to worse, he could always pull out his knife. But he really didn't wanna do that.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: May 7 2017, 08:26 PM
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Nervousness wasn’t something that was overly abundant in the mute’s life. Sure, he was weary of certain things when there was a need to be worried but generally he tried to keep his outlook optimistic. He did his best to stay positive because he believed most people were good and as good people no one would want to hurt him. Some people might have told him that it was foolish to be so openly trusting of others when he didn’t know them but Preston had always been a bit more naïve than he would have liked to admit. He believed people were good because he wanted people to be good.

When he had seen what he suspected to be a shadow of movement within the abandoned house two things crossed his mind. The first was that someone shared his hobby of wanting to explore run down and forgotten places, and the second was that maybe the place was haunted. Call it a superstition with Little Halloween being so close but those were his immediate thoughts. Not once did it cross his mind that someone might be squatting in the house and might be protective of their temporary living space; so, he didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong by going into the building and poking around.

The room that he had thought he had seen the movement in now appeared empty and he had a feeling he should check the closet. The door opened and before he had time to recognize what was going on his was on his back, the contents of his backpack uncomfortably squished between him and the floor. The rush had pulled a pained grunt from him. He didn’t know the person who had been in the closet but he could clearly see that it was a man who looked a few years younger than him. Instinct told him to get his notebook and communicate that he didn’t mean any harm. Shifting into a sitting position he shuffled the book from his pocket, pulled the pen from the spiral, and began writing. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.’ He would start with that and see where it got him.
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Saul Quinner
 Posted: May 8 2017, 12:55 AM
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Saul wasn't surprised that the door of the closet opened, though he had hoped it wouldn't. He was going to rush the figure he saw, but he suddenly sat down on the floor and wrote something in a notebook. What the fuck? Saul thought. He snatched the notebook out of the other's hands, luckily right after he was finished writing and dropped it onto the floor and stood on it. He didn't even dignify the stranger by looking at what he wrote.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He screamed at the stranger. He realized that he might not leave as his notebook was under Saul's foot, but he didn't really care. It was the price of scaring the hell outta him. Who the fuck sits on the floor and writes something down anyway? Wouldn't he try to defend himself? Saul was happy he didn't have a gun and didn't shoot him. He hoped he didn't have a weapon on him, and his hand went to his knife, just in case he did.

He sized the other guy up and decided that if he absolutely had to, he could probably take him. They were about the same size, maybe he was a little taller. But seriously, what the fuck was he doing here? Saul really hoped he wasn't planning on calling the house his home, because it was taken. And Saul wasn't looking for a roommate.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: May 9 2017, 05:30 PM
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This guy was strange, and he probably thought Preston was strange too. This was his second encounter with a semi-volatile stranger within the past two weeks and he was beginning to wonder if may Lochland grove wasn’t as friendly a town as he once assumed. Or maybe he just needed to choose his adventure spots a bit more carefully from now on but whatever the case he now needed to try and dissolve the tense situation around him before anything else could happen.

He had tried to write a message to the other but this man had no interest in his notebook, he had even gone as far as to snatch the notebook and stomp on it. Who did that? The look on the mute’s face clearly reflected his confusion and unease at the situation he found himself in and to make it worse the man was standing on his only reliable form of communication. Of course, this man had no idea that Preston was mute or that he needed the notebook to answer the question he was screaming at the person on the floor.

With wide eyes, he stared at the other looking from him to the book under his foot for a long moment before he sighed heavily. Sign language didn’t work often because a good number of people didn’t understand it, but without any other options he had to at least try, right? First, he got slowly to his feet and then tried signing. ‘Do you sign?’ If the other didn’t know sign then it wouldn’t matter what Pres said and if he did… well Pres decided he should throw in a few more words just in case. ‘I don’t speak.’ Which still wasn’t an answer to the man’s question. ‘I was just looking around, I didn’t know anyone was here.’ Which was true, he thought someone might have been there but he didn’t know. If the guy didn’t understand maybe he’d at least give the book back.
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Saul Quinner
 Posted: May 9 2017, 05:58 PM
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“You don’t speak?” Saul asked, incredulous. How the fuck was he supposed to know the guy didn’t speak? And then he smiled. "OK, well you’re never gonna believe this," he said, making sure he was face to face with the intruder so he could read his lips, and then he started to sign to the stranger. ‘But as a matter of fact, I do sign. I might be a little rusty though. What are you doing just looking around?’ Did everyone know about this place being empty? It was a small town so Saul guessed it made sense. ‘I lived in a foster home and one of my foster brothers was deaf, so our mother had everyone learn sign language.’

He wanted to go to college and maybe take up teaching, so he could help deaf kids or special ed kids. But he didn’t think that would still be in the cards whoever dealt him. Well, maybe he could become friends with this guy. ‘You wanna hang out? There’s no electricity, but I’ve got plenty of candles and there are a lot of books. I began Les Miserables, though I don’t really expect to ever finish it.’ He smiled at the last thing he said, thinking it was funny.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: May 22 2017, 09:12 PM
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“You don’t speak?” For a half a second he had thought the words were a lucky response to what he had signed, sure that the other had assumed from the hand gestures that Pres didn’t speak rather than actually understanding the meaning of the movements he’d been making. Still, he gave his head a side to side shake to indicate that no, he didn’t speak. “OK, well you’re never gonna believe this.” He was cautiously watching the other, he wasn’t prepared to defend himself or anything but if things got weird he’d be ready to run.

Whatever Preston had been preparing himself for hadn’t happened, instead he was left staring, a bit slack jawed and wide eyed, as the man signed back at him. How crazy that he had met now two people in Lochland who could communicate with him without having to write everything down. Once the reality sunk in, the mute’s expression changed from disbelief to hesitant excitement. Now that he knew the other could understand him he felt a little more at ease but he guessed he owed an explanation better than that he was looking around. He gave a small shrug toe precede his signed response. ‘I explore around town, I stick to places that are abandoned mostly.’ He did it to avoid two things, the first being B and E charges and the second being situations like this where he ended up startling people.

A conversation in sign was different from speaking mainly in the aspect that you had to actively pay attention to the other. It was something that people often took for granted when having conversations across rooms or trying to multi task. Pres had signed some with Dani but it wasn’t something he was overly used to anymore but he managed to keep his focus on what the other was signing. He wasn’t sure how to respond to the mention of a foster home, he didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing so he settled for signing a piece of his own past. ‘I learned when my uncle lost his hearing. I was like eight, I think. I’m not deaf though.’ The last bit was added just to clarify, he could hear… technically he could speak too, he just chose not too.

‘You wanna hang out? There’s no electricity, but I’ve got plenty of candles and there are a lot of books. I began Les Miserables, though I don’t really expect to ever finish it.’ Wait, was he living here? Or was wherever he was staying just not have electricity? For a brief moment his brows furrowed in thought before he decided it didn’t matter, if the offer was meant as a Segway into a possible friendship then he was on board. He smiled widely and gave an enthusiastic nod at the question. ‘I don’t mind not having power.’ He signed while wondering if he might have something in his bag that was a more socially interactive than reading. ‘I have some snacks in my bag too.’ He added. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a couple granola bars and a trail mix type of stuff and a few bottles of water. ‘What types of books?’ He had forgotten the most important book, to him, was still securely under the other’s foot.
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Saul Quinner
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Saul probably told the guy too much. He probably should've just wanted him out of the house, but in a way, he was getting too lonely and the guy seemed happy he was able to sign. And in a strange way, Saul was happy to be able to use it. Saul felt it was a skill he should use more. And besides, what if he had company? Though he guessed he should be cautious, since he could tell the authorities, if he wanted to.

He smiled when the guy said he had trail max and some snacks. Come with me to the kitchen. I have some cookies, potato chips, pretzels, and I have some soda and lemonade. It's warm though. Remember, there's no electricity. Saul started going to the kitchen, when he realized the guy asked about the kind of books there were here. Do you want something to eat and drink or would you like to go to the library? His hands were handling the different signals like old times. Saul was proud of himself for being able to remember them so easily, or perhaps it was motor memory.

Saul stopped signing suddenly and asked aloud: "Which would you rather I do? Sign or talk? I want you to feel comfortable." Saul really didn't want to make him feel bad. At the same time, he liked signing and it was fun to be able to use another language. It wasn't too slow and ponderous, since it wasn't only letters. Some of the words had gestures that led to other gestures and it was interesting to remember them and be able to do them. "And my name is --"
And he signed each letter slowly and cumbersomely. S-a-u-l.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: May 30 2017, 03:40 PM
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This was probably the first time that he had ever met someone while he was roaming about an abandoned building. Not that he had thought too much about it but he hadn’t considered the situation to be odd. Maybe he hadn’t quite put together that the man was squatting in this abandoned house but he wasn’t the judgmental type anyway. Honestly, it was kinda neat that he wasn’t restricted to a rental lease or anything, free to come and go as he pleased. Awesome.

When the other said to follow him to the kitchen and started walking, Pres hastily retrieved his notebook and shoved it back into his bag so that it wouldn’t be forgotten later because he knew he wouldn’t need it currently. As the snacking options were signed to him he wondered what he might like to much on, not minding that they would be room temperature. Wait, reading or food first? Hmm, good question. ‘Snacks first.’[/i] He replied, thinking that perhaps they could read after, or at least explore the library without empty stomachs.

The man in front of his stopped suddenly and Pres nearly collided with him but managed to catch himself about an inch away. “Which would you rather I do? Sign or talk? I want you to feel comfortable.” Signing required more focused attention but he always enjoyed having people to sign with, it was uncommon enough that it was kind of a ‘secret language’. [u]‘Signing.’
He decided with a smile, thinking a (semi)secret language sounded pretty fun. Saul, was the man’s name. With his childlike smile still in place he formed the letters of his own name. ‘P-r-e-s-t-o-n.
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Saul Quinner
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Hi Preston. So, why did you choose coming in here? What makes it look like it's abandoned? Besides, of course, the lack of electricity and the bad paint job on the outside and the utter feeling that it hasn't been lived in for at least thirty years, Saul thought. He also wanted to know so he could try to do something about that, so he wouldn't have any more unwanted or uninvited visitors.

He waited for the answer and then went into the kitchen. The stuff was out on the counter. The water didn't work either, Saul didn't know when the last payment was made. He didn't try to put the snacks into bowls. He did have cups for the soda, but they were plastic cups he kinda stole from the local store. He didn't feel great about that and promised himself he would try to pay for it if and when he got the money, but how long ago was that anyway?

Well, here you are, man. Help yourself. Um, there are cups but nothing to put the snacks in. We can take them into the library, if you like. The library was really an office like room, but it had a full wall of books and Saul just loved it. He would've liked to live here for real, with functioning water and electricity. There was a great assortment of books that he would like to look at. Why he tried to read Les Miserables, he didn't know. The first fifty pages were devoted to a monsignor. Saul didn't care a bit for religion, so he really didn't care about the life of the monsignor, though he liked the idea that he gave away the big house he lived in to the hospital and lived in the smaller building the hospital was supposed to be. He understood that lesson.
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Preston Marx
 Posted: Jun 5 2017, 04:05 PM
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What had made him think the house was abandoned. That was a good question for someone to ask he supposed, especially considering that the guy lived there and probably didn’t want others wandering into the place he’d made safe for himself. The mute shrugged at the question at first, not sure how to answer the question. It was a bunch of little things that had given it away and really the movement he had seen in the window had been what drew him to the place but he felt like that would be the wrong thing to admit. ‘I spend a lot of time exploring abandoned buildings, I guess after so long I can just tell.’ It was a true enough statement. The grass was a little too overgrown, the outside looked sorta dirty, and there was a film on the windows that said no one had cleaned the inside of them in a while. It really just looked like an old house and there were a few places next to it but it wasn’t like the house was nestled into the center of a thriving neighborhood. The place had a ‘forgotten’ feeling to it.

Like, um… that movie with Brad Pitt where he lived in this broken-down house that looked like it was minutes from collapsing on itself. He had made it work and that place was in a lot worse shape than the house Saul had taken residence in. Anyway, he followed the other as they made their way to the kitchen and looked at the variety of food and drink options places on the counter. Taking a cup from the stack, he poured himself a drink and swallowed a small sip. ‘Okay, I want to see what kind of books there are.’ He still had the trail mix in his bag too but he would dig that out when they got settled. ‘What type of stuff do you like to read?’
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Saul couldn't help but be irritated that Preston didn't answer his question directly. "What exactly makes the place look abandoned?" He asked verbally, forgetting to sign. "Oh, Damn!" He said, realizing his mistake. He was afraid that Preston would realize he was a bit pissed, but he signed what he had said hurriedly, forgetting that Preston wasn't deaf.

Fuck! Saul thought, realizing his pretense of not minding the other man's presence in his house wasn't working. Of course, he minded him being in his private place. He didn't want anyone to realize that he was living in abandoned house. He didn't want anyone to realize that he was really homeless. Who the hell wanted people to meet them and realize that? This guy was trespassing on Saul's peace and he didn't know what to do about it. Would he go and tell the authorities? Saul looked at his "guest" carefully. His hobby was exploring abandoned houses and buildings. His hobby was trespassing. Too bad Saul couldn't call the police himself and have him arrested for trespassing, but he was trespassing also. Fuck!

As he tried to figure out what he should do about the guy, he led the way to the office like room that he referred to as the library. When they were both in the room, Saul remembered to turn to Preston and sign:

So, this is the library and these are the books. To answer your question, I like all kinds of books. Science fiction, non-fiction, historical novels. There's just too many to list.

He momentarily thought of keeping the other man as a prisoner or killing him out right. There was a killer in Lochland Grove, the guy could end up just being another one of his victims. Who would know? Would anyone miss him if he was killed while spelunking? It's amazing how many different ideas came to Saul for killing his "guest" and getting rid of his body.
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