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Kropotkin Offline
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(fighting the odds; helps others; disliked by adult males)


#1
03-03-2017, 06:17 PM

Kropotkin is standing around a homeless kitchen wearing his trademark black uniform. I'm being ushered out of the kitchen by a middle aged aged Hispanic man, or being told to drop the camera and start working on helping. "Senor, you can't film in here. You need to either leave or turn the camera off." He says as he shoves a lump of meat towards me.

"Ok, ok. I get it, I'll turn the camera off, and start cooking." I chime back as I turn the camera off, and pocket it. He has me take the meat, and go to the counter to mash it up. "What am I doing?" I'm just mashing it with a tenderizer.

"We're going to be making hamburgers, and feeding them to people who need them. Your silent friend set this up with us yesterday." He hands me another lump of meat, and takes the one I've been mashing away from me. While continuing to mash the meat, I turn and see that Kropotkin is busy frying the meat up and making patties for the burgers. He's wiggling along to the music being played and seems to be having a good time. I've finished with this meat, and began looking around for more to do. "If you're finished, you can go and mop the floor in the dining room." The Hispanic man is back, and this time he's handed me a mop. I look at it for a second, and then wait casually. "It will be good for you to clean and learn humility." I take the mop and turn t o face Kropotkin, who shoos me with a simple gesture of the hand. Away I go to mop the floor.

"Well, this is interesting for me now. I've left my home on a whim, and now I'm mopping floors in a homeless shelter for someone in a ridiculous mask and an all black outfit." I mutter to myself as I begin to mop around the dining area, without checking to see if anyone else around me. Just keep mopping the floor, which is really filthy. They look as if they haven't been cleaned in a while. There's a particularly nasty spot under a table I go to work scrubbing up, until I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I see a beautiful Hispanic woman, about my age, with long brown hair that falls in soft curls at her shoulders. "Hello, ma'am. I'm William Castro, how can I help you?"

She giggles a little and then speaks to me. "I'm Maureen, nice to meet you as well. I just wanted to know what time we're going to be starting the feeding." Her voice is quite lovely, and I'm rather infatuated with her right away. I struggle to think of an answer. I guess she notices that I'm struggling, so she speaks to fill the void. "Do I need to go ask my dad in the back?"

"Yeah, I mean, no one told me what time we're doing anything. They just told me to mop the floors." I manage to answer as I look down at my mop, in small shame.

"I used to mop the floors here, until I moved off to go to college. I loved it. It helped me not look down on anyone."

"What's your major in school? I'm just here for the day helping out. I'm more ashamed that I don't know anything going on."

"Awww. I'll check with daddy." She manages to brush off my question about her major, and nearly floats to the kitchen while I continue to mop. I just keep mopping in silence and thinking about what's coming up with the week, and this wrestling career. There's another tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see Kropotkin standing there.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, hoping to get an answer that I know won't come. He responds by handing me a burger, and a note. I read the note, "I brought you food, and a note that we'll starting the feeding in 10 minutes....Hey, Krop, are you going to focus on your wrestling match?" He just shakes head, and turns the page over for me. "No, Bobby Blackcoat is a nobody, and I don't feel the need to pay attention to him. Perhaps if he did something more to garner my interests, I would. I will allow you to speak to him about his the faults in his thought pattern." I nod my head in agreement. "Ok, buddy. Let me finish the mopping, and then I'll get back to help hand out the food." He nods in agreement and moves along to let me eat my burger before I mop.

That nasty spot won't come up, so I ignore it while getting the rest of the floor clean. The burger was delicious, and filling, which leaves me with hope that this will help the homeless. The floor is as clean as I can get it, and then I put the mop up in the closet and head to the back. I see Maureen helping to set a plate of burgers on the counter while Kropotkin pulls a thing of french fries out of a pot of oil. The middle aged man from before is nowhere to be seen, and I assume it's because he's opening the doors. Maureen turns to me, and points to a few heads of lettuce. "Can you chop that for us?" I look at it, and wash my hands before going to work on that lettuce. The knife cutting through the lettuce and hitting the wood of the cutting board feels great in my hand.

"So, I have all of the lettuce ready, and the doors are opening. What do you need me to do?" I hope they ask me to do something helpful. Instead, Kropotkin points to the sink, and all of the dirty dishes in them. "Ok, I'll take care of it." I pour some dish soap in the sink, and fill it with hot water. The dishes take a while to scrub clean, and then rinse them. It was calming, and helped me focus on myself. Maureen is right, this is good for me. I don't focus on anything else, just focus on the world around me. With all of the dishes done I let them sit and dry and look around at the kitchen.

"You're not done. You need to oil the cutting boards, and then put everything up when it dries." Maureen turns up beside me, and hands me a bottle of cutting board oil, and two rags. "Do you know how to do the oiling?" I shake my head, and she pours a dab of oil on the cloth and hands it to me. "Rub this all over the block until it's completely covered. Then use the dry rag to keep going over it until it's dry." I grab the cutting board I was using previously, and begin the rub it all over the board, every inch is covered. Once this task is done, I swap rags to the dry rag and rub that over the board. It helps me prepare for tonight. Tonight I have to rip Bobby Blackcoat down before Kropotkin has to go in and knock Bobby out and take the win. "You're good at this." She says as she slips something in my pocket.

Kropotkin and I leave the kitchen after the dishes are done, and he's fed the homeless. I can finally pull my camera out, and film Kropotkin. "Hey, K, care to reply to Bobby Blackcoat?" Krop begins to mime laughing. "That's what I thought. Dude is a joke, and thinks stalking me in my hometown will help him in anyway. I'm not his opponent, I'm actually just a guy filming people. But, Bobby? Bobby's a ." Kropotkin grabs my arm, and shakes his head there. "Ableist insult?" He nods then. "Ok, I apologize. I won't use it anymore. I don't want to offend any viewers with it. I'm deeply sorry for people at home. Ok, Bobby, I feel I need to explain a lot of things to you. Kropotkin is not a Marxist, he's an AnCom. Hence him using the stage name Kropotkin, and not Marxxxx or something similarly bad. However, every true leftist should always know the words of Marx, as his work with Dialectics cannot be ignored. I've recently read the Manifesto, and it's actually advocating for a stateless society, which is proper Anarchism. Kropotkin and I don't know much about you, Bobby. That's true."

"Do we need to know about your current battles in order to know that we're going to win? Please, try and take Kropotkin's legs out, he welcomes the challenge. This will help him strive to greater heights. You will find a good man in the ring with you, and you will find he eagerly awaits the competition. But, you most assuredly should know that Benito Mussolini named his army the Blackshirts, and they were thoroughly thrashed and defeated by the left. Mussolini was the dictator of Italy during World War II, the fascist scum he was. Your name is reminiscent of it. Please change it, and self crit. It's bad praxis for you to try and come to face Kropotkin with such a terrible name, and bad game plan. You should prepare more, Comrade."
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