The Deck

Savage grew up as his name proclaimed him to, he was a beastly child according to his mother and grew up with little to no parenting advise or direction, he was left to his own devices and had to figure most things on his own, which forced him to quickly learn to rule with an iron fist. if only there was someone kind in his life to tell him you catch more flies with honey that you do vinegar, never the less his rebuttal would be somewhere along the lines of 'What the fuck do i want with flies?" so it was to be a life of crime starting off with petty theft and rocketing its way down the dust road to wheeling and dealing, in and out of prison 3 times, would have been an even 4 if it wasn't for Delwah, an ex prison officer put out to pasture as a local shopping centre security guard, Delwah had heart and still managed to keep it even after working for 30 years with some of the hardest of men, but now his life is quiet, it suites him, his not as young as he used to be...
Savage was cruising the streets, a usual day, nothing really to do except hope to score at the local shops, he was your regular run of the mill loiterer these days, keeping his head down, for a while now his managed to rent a small place in a quiet town on the north coast at a steel with the money he receives from the government and enough left over for weed. Its tuesday 3pm and Delwah is doing his rounds of the shops, his known by all the tenders for his infectious smile, easing his ability to shoo away young loiterers. its now 4:10 and Delwah's lower back is starting to ache, its time for him to rest for just a minuet or 2. before Delwah's rump was able to even have a second of rest on the seat Mrs Mett from the coffee shop had run over and placed a tea and biscuit in front of him, "Bless you Mrs Mett".
It wasn't an overly busy shopping day rather quiet in-fact, those few minuets turned into 10 and 10 into 20. Delwah's entire attention had been trained on a single person, a young boy, dressed as if he had never been taught how, clothes miss-matched and miss-shappen, walking with the gait of a 90 year old, a slow place of which would make a snail seem track worthy, it saddened delwah to see such a young man aimlessly wondering the mall waiting to be taken to his final resting place, he was almost out of sight, so he follows him, like a shadow, not for any reason but his own curiosity. Savage continued to wander, passed a shoe shop with a discount bin out the front, he picks one up to try one on, delwah does the same thing, un-interested by the outcome savage moves on and so does delwah. This happened over and over again from the fruit store admiring the lemons, passed the jewelry window, a flick through some cds at hum, between the both of them they almost looked at every possible item within the shopping center without taking much notice of what they were picking up, until savage picked up a deck of cards at a discount store and attempted to put them in his pocket, thats all it took delwah had to intervene, he gently placed his hand on savages arm, neither spoke, the eyes say it all, savages pain of being alone with no one who cares for him and delwah himself having no-one to care for. slowly delwah took the cards from savage's hands, paid for them and came back, savage stood still not really knowing what to make of it all, stuck in a limbo of awe "come on son" and delwah motioned for him to follow, he led him outside into the court yard, "take a seat" delwah pulled out a chair and began to deal the cards "you know how to play bullshit?" with a cheeky grin savage sits "of course i do..."