VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
Nashville, TN. 10/26/1936
One moment, I was driving down the highway, the next? well... there was no highway.
I had been lucky, the area I had been driving on turned into a small plain, devoid of trees, and a small dirt path in the distance, with a small herd of white tails galloping in the distance. I was confused, and utterly baffled. One moment I was driving on a highway devoid of traffic, and now I was in a place devoid of people! Nearly run myself dry thinking about it, but I had in the end decided to try to figure out what had gone wrong, which brought me to the dirt path...
It was bumpy, and barely maintained. At some points I had to get out and push to get it out of a hole, but I managed. without much else I had continued on, and found myself where about I am now. It was a city out of the past, tall smoke stacks, with some people still riding horses, and others riding cars outta the 1930's... On lookers seemed to gawk at my Chevrolet, and honestly that wasn't strange, she was a pretty 61' Corvette after all... as I got out, I locked the doors to my car, and pocketed the keys in my jeans. I walked in, and sat down at the booth. I looked to the older man next me, wearing a suit and tie, he looked a wealthy man, a nice watch that even had gold on it.
The waitress walked up to me, with a kind smile, she asked me in the sweetest of voices "What'll it be, sir?" she said, while handing me a menu that had all sorts of homestyle cooking, from biscuit and gravy to baked beans, like a step into my granny's home... "A black coffee with two Biscuits with white gravy, and an egg over easy please" I said, before handing the girl the menu back, she took it, and I finally got a good visage of her. She was a younger lady, roughly the same as me, she had curly blonde hair, and the prettiest of skin, without a mark on her. She could be a model, I'd say. "It'll be a moment, sir." She then replied, heading to their kitchen with a sway in her hips.
"Seems old Marigold likes you, stranger." The older gentlemen next to me said, turning away from his news paper, setting it down and letting me have a clear view of it. I saw the date, and it perturbed me. Last I checked it was September 14th, 2021, not October 26th, 1936! But, It made sense now that I actually thought about it, the highway disappearing, the cars the street, the funky way people dressed... what in gods name happened. "Sir, are you all right?" The elder gentleman asked, as I nodded.
"Yeah, just... not quite sure what the day is. Been travelling, you see." I said, and the man nodded to me, patting me on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, we all get like that sometimes. Besides, it's October 26th my good man. Now, If you will excuse me, I've got a doctors appointment, this tooth is just killing me. Don't worry young man, keep the news paper, everyone has to read every once in a while." He said, before patting me on the back and walking out the diner.
A few minutes later the waitress from before walked out of the Kitchen, two plates were sat before me, and my cup of coffee refilled. "You don't look like you're from around here, dress quite light for a city folk..." She said, trying to strike up a conversation with me. She's not wrong, I'm technically not from around here, me being from Kingston, and not Nashville... I guess the truth wouldn't hurt.
"I'm from a small town out east, Kingston. It's not all that far from Knoxville, about a good 30ish miles." I said, before running my hands through my blonde hair. Her green eyes met my blue ones for a moment, before shifting to something behind me, I heard the bell as the door swung open, the sounds of heavy breathing, and panting taking my hearing. Her face shifted, from a pleasant angelic look, to that of a wild lion, her face scrunched up in an ugly manner, before opening her mouth to let out the ugliest noise I ever heard. "We don't serve no niggers around here, better get out of here, darkie." I turned to see a young man roughly... sixteen, I'd say. He was african-american, and wearing black overalls with a white button-up. a nice beige flat cap adorned his head, which was drenched in sweat. "I know missus ma'am! Bu-But those two mens are trying ta steal tha car! Tha real nice one, out in tha fron't! Tha Blue one!"
I got up and turned to the guy, I had forgotten about racism, the shit that went down in Tennessee was a stain on the states history, and I just got dropped into the middle of it. "I think you're talking about mine, thank you. Best follow me, so they don't give you any trouble." I Said, and while he seemed terrified, he followed, and with a ding of a bell, we were out the diner, and off to the parking on the side of the building.
"Hurry up Lou! This car is going to get big bucks on the market!" one thug said, before kicking another guy to hurry up. "I'm trying, but the lock won't budge. It's not like them other ones..." The smaller man said, he was on his knees trying to get the door open with a lock pick. With the set he was using, likely would never get it.
"Hold up gentlemen, now you two aren't trying to steal my ride now, are you?" I asked, my hands on my revolver. The two backed up, before the smaller one, the one trying to pick the lock hurriedly ran over the fence behind him, the other one followed, giving me the bird as he left. I sighed, before turning to the dude behind me.
"Thank you, would've lost my ride if it weren't for you." I said, before looking back to my car. "You need a ride? I'm sure that you've been running for a while, or at the least heading somewhere." I said, as he looked at me, not daring to look me in the eyes. "I can't bother you sir, you and the missus in tha diner were talkin, an' I can't intervene, last time' I did that to ole' Mari', she sent her dawgs on me. chased me around the street all nigh'!" He said. Seems to me that I dodged a bullet. "Now You've told me about how a wicked bitch that lady was, now I definitely owe ya! Come on. Hop in, not alot of people get to drive in a car that no-one else has." I said, remarking the fact my chevy was not the ONLY '61 Chevy in existence. God damnit, that Reminds me... I'm gonna have to get rid of the logo, can't have anyone asking questions... best do that when I have the chance... and more than $500 on me.
We both sat in the car, with me turning on the engine which seemed to startle the man half to death. "Never seen a Corvette before?" I jokingly replied, to which he obviously shook his head no. I pulled out of the diner, and onto the road, easy getting on, as traffic was rather light. We pulled up the the intersection, and having to wait, I looked over at him. "So, my name is Oliver, Oliver Norman, what's yours?" I asked, and he shook my hand and smiled "Lyonel, Lyonel Simmons, best shoe shiner on the east side of Nashville!" He said, and I nodded, before making a left turn. "Nice to meet you Lyonel. Any Idea where we are headed? Got a home? Girl to go back to? Anything?" I asked, as Lyonel's face went cold.
"Not really. Ma maw kicked me out, said' she couldn'ta deal with the expenses of four mouths ta feed... least that get's me off the same block as Mari'..." he said, as I nodded. "Didn't think someone so racist could stand to live in the same neighborhood with black people. She just live there to be a torrent on ya'll, or what?" I asked, as he shook his head. "Naw, Old Mari lives with her maw. Her maw's an ol' hooker yous see, but with age her customers set up shop elsewhere. Mari's all ol' Burnette got. She used to not care, ya see. Be best friends with me... but then she met all those mean folks, became like them... she used to play with me all the time, now? She spits in my direction..."
Seems like this dude's going through the good ole' crisis. Love a girl, and she changes... "Well, might as well come with me then, if you ain't got much else!" I said, as he looked up at me. "Go where?" He asked, "To the Bank, of course." I replied.
One moment, I was driving down the highway, the next? well... there was no highway.
I had been lucky, the area I had been driving on turned into a small plain, devoid of trees, and a small dirt path in the distance, with a small herd of white tails galloping in the distance. I was confused, and utterly baffled. One moment I was driving on a highway devoid of traffic, and now I was in a place devoid of people! Nearly run myself dry thinking about it, but I had in the end decided to try to figure out what had gone wrong, which brought me to the dirt path...
It was bumpy, and barely maintained. At some points I had to get out and push to get it out of a hole, but I managed. without much else I had continued on, and found myself where about I am now. It was a city out of the past, tall smoke stacks, with some people still riding horses, and others riding cars outta the 1930's... On lookers seemed to gawk at my Chevrolet, and honestly that wasn't strange, she was a pretty 61' Corvette after all... as I got out, I locked the doors to my car, and pocketed the keys in my jeans. I walked in, and sat down at the booth. I looked to the older man next me, wearing a suit and tie, he looked a wealthy man, a nice watch that even had gold on it.
The waitress walked up to me, with a kind smile, she asked me in the sweetest of voices "What'll it be, sir?" she said, while handing me a menu that had all sorts of homestyle cooking, from biscuit and gravy to baked beans, like a step into my granny's home... "A black coffee with two Biscuits with white gravy, and an egg over easy please" I said, before handing the girl the menu back, she took it, and I finally got a good visage of her. She was a younger lady, roughly the same as me, she had curly blonde hair, and the prettiest of skin, without a mark on her. She could be a model, I'd say. "It'll be a moment, sir." She then replied, heading to their kitchen with a sway in her hips.
"Seems old Marigold likes you, stranger." The older gentlemen next to me said, turning away from his news paper, setting it down and letting me have a clear view of it. I saw the date, and it perturbed me. Last I checked it was September 14th, 2021, not October 26th, 1936! But, It made sense now that I actually thought about it, the highway disappearing, the cars the street, the funky way people dressed... what in gods name happened. "Sir, are you all right?" The elder gentleman asked, as I nodded.
"Yeah, just... not quite sure what the day is. Been travelling, you see." I said, and the man nodded to me, patting me on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, we all get like that sometimes. Besides, it's October 26th my good man. Now, If you will excuse me, I've got a doctors appointment, this tooth is just killing me. Don't worry young man, keep the news paper, everyone has to read every once in a while." He said, before patting me on the back and walking out the diner.
A few minutes later the waitress from before walked out of the Kitchen, two plates were sat before me, and my cup of coffee refilled. "You don't look like you're from around here, dress quite light for a city folk..." She said, trying to strike up a conversation with me. She's not wrong, I'm technically not from around here, me being from Kingston, and not Nashville... I guess the truth wouldn't hurt.
"I'm from a small town out east, Kingston. It's not all that far from Knoxville, about a good 30ish miles." I said, before running my hands through my blonde hair. Her green eyes met my blue ones for a moment, before shifting to something behind me, I heard the bell as the door swung open, the sounds of heavy breathing, and panting taking my hearing. Her face shifted, from a pleasant angelic look, to that of a wild lion, her face scrunched up in an ugly manner, before opening her mouth to let out the ugliest noise I ever heard. "We don't serve no niggers around here, better get out of here, darkie." I turned to see a young man roughly... sixteen, I'd say. He was african-american, and wearing black overalls with a white button-up. a nice beige flat cap adorned his head, which was drenched in sweat. "I know missus ma'am! Bu-But those two mens are trying ta steal tha car! Tha real nice one, out in tha fron't! Tha Blue one!"
I got up and turned to the guy, I had forgotten about racism, the shit that went down in Tennessee was a stain on the states history, and I just got dropped into the middle of it. "I think you're talking about mine, thank you. Best follow me, so they don't give you any trouble." I Said, and while he seemed terrified, he followed, and with a ding of a bell, we were out the diner, and off to the parking on the side of the building.
"Hurry up Lou! This car is going to get big bucks on the market!" one thug said, before kicking another guy to hurry up. "I'm trying, but the lock won't budge. It's not like them other ones..." The smaller man said, he was on his knees trying to get the door open with a lock pick. With the set he was using, likely would never get it.
"Hold up gentlemen, now you two aren't trying to steal my ride now, are you?" I asked, my hands on my revolver. The two backed up, before the smaller one, the one trying to pick the lock hurriedly ran over the fence behind him, the other one followed, giving me the bird as he left. I sighed, before turning to the dude behind me.
"Thank you, would've lost my ride if it weren't for you." I said, before looking back to my car. "You need a ride? I'm sure that you've been running for a while, or at the least heading somewhere." I said, as he looked at me, not daring to look me in the eyes. "I can't bother you sir, you and the missus in tha diner were talkin, an' I can't intervene, last time' I did that to ole' Mari', she sent her dawgs on me. chased me around the street all nigh'!" He said. Seems to me that I dodged a bullet. "Now You've told me about how a wicked bitch that lady was, now I definitely owe ya! Come on. Hop in, not alot of people get to drive in a car that no-one else has." I said, remarking the fact my chevy was not the ONLY '61 Chevy in existence. God damnit, that Reminds me... I'm gonna have to get rid of the logo, can't have anyone asking questions... best do that when I have the chance... and more than $500 on me.
We both sat in the car, with me turning on the engine which seemed to startle the man half to death. "Never seen a Corvette before?" I jokingly replied, to which he obviously shook his head no. I pulled out of the diner, and onto the road, easy getting on, as traffic was rather light. We pulled up the the intersection, and having to wait, I looked over at him. "So, my name is Oliver, Oliver Norman, what's yours?" I asked, and he shook my hand and smiled "Lyonel, Lyonel Simmons, best shoe shiner on the east side of Nashville!" He said, and I nodded, before making a left turn. "Nice to meet you Lyonel. Any Idea where we are headed? Got a home? Girl to go back to? Anything?" I asked, as Lyonel's face went cold.
"Not really. Ma maw kicked me out, said' she couldn'ta deal with the expenses of four mouths ta feed... least that get's me off the same block as Mari'..." he said, as I nodded. "Didn't think someone so racist could stand to live in the same neighborhood with black people. She just live there to be a torrent on ya'll, or what?" I asked, as he shook his head. "Naw, Old Mari lives with her maw. Her maw's an ol' hooker yous see, but with age her customers set up shop elsewhere. Mari's all ol' Burnette got. She used to not care, ya see. Be best friends with me... but then she met all those mean folks, became like them... she used to play with me all the time, now? She spits in my direction..."
Seems like this dude's going through the good ole' crisis. Love a girl, and she changes... "Well, might as well come with me then, if you ain't got much else!" I said, as he looked up at me. "Go where?" He asked, "To the Bank, of course." I replied.
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