Author's Note: This is a post that combines characters from several different fiction posts that I have written and combines them into one novel. In addition the element of racism in this piece is purely to assist the authenticity and plot of this story and does not reflect my own beliefs etc.
September 1, 1963
They came and went, the summers, the winters, and the residents. Crisp autumn air and painted leaves gave way to sleepy hot summers. The perpetual cycle of a town that most folks went when they were running away from previous lives, or if they didn't have anywhere else to go. All the residents kept to themselves and their core values, they didn't mix with those deemed inferior by race, finance, or religion. This was common of most sleepy Alabama towns of the sixties. Prejudiced against people of African descent and non-Christians, in fact they spoke of them like criminals, so one could assumed that the town was Caucasian and strictly Baptist. This was true of most members of the community, but this delicate balance was severely fractured on September 1st, 1963. Town citizens were shocked and angered by the moving van stationed at 617, Park Street. This however was not the reason for concern, it was the new residents. It was a tall colored man of about thirty. The townspeople knew what was socially acceptable, but to cross the not-so-subtle racial boundary was inexcusable. The man could try, but he certainly couldn't last.

John Marou enjoyed a good laugh as he was a light hearted man, until his beloved wife perished tragically,extinguished during a inter-racial scuffle in Birmingham. She had been a pedestrian until she was struck by a drunken fighter. Ever since he had become an avid enemy of racism and the civil rights dilemma that had taken his wife's life. He strongly disagreed with his fellow townspeople and privately agreed with the preachings of Dr. King, but to publicly announce his secret allegiance would lead to his exile and he would be ostracized by the town. His psych told him to leave, he deserved better than the life he currently owned. Marou had a desire to leave, explore, do something with his life. He could tell the times ahead were bound to be turbulent, the new neighbors proved this theory. Marou watched his neighbor step out of the van with an air of grim acceptance. He knew of what was to come.

The big city life hadn't suited old Rupert, he'd kept his head down and waited for his time. The draft had given him a opportunity to escape and make something of his life... or end it. World War 1 had left Rupert Finnigan a grizzled war veteran, living in a world that had lost its color. He couldn't adapt back from the explosions and adrenaline. He turned to crime, armed robberies and smuggling alcohol during prohibition had earned him a spot in the state penitentiary and he did thirty years. His transient spirit turned sluggish and he spent his freedom on the rocking chair watching and waiting for another chance to escape. From observing the new neighbors, he could tell that this might be his chance.

Earvin Wesley had had a stressful day, moving was difficult as it was, yet offending the various biased citizens of St. Saswes had left him on edge. He was felt as nervous as a jack rabbit, for he felt as if he was being stalked by a predator waiting to strike. Earvin poured himself a glass of wine and felt his nerves begin to unwind. Earvin felt that he had nowhere left to run from segregation, for he had hoped that this sleepy town would not be as prejudiced as his previous places of residence, although it appeared that it would be impossible to differentiate between towns because they acted the same way. CRASH, the window closest to Earvin shattered as a bullet traveled through the glass and into Earvin's chest. Earvin cried out in pain and ran to the window. Someone had lit a wooden cross on the front lawn which served as a solemn reminder of Earvin's place in contemporary society. As Earvin turned to enter his car, he saw to figures approaching him, yet they didn't seem as if they wanted or liked the skirmishes and violence that had occurred.
Rupert Finnigan and John Marou had met each other at one of the several social gatherings that occur each year in St. Saswes, and after talking... and drinking for several hours at the social, both realized that they had similar desires and interests. Both planned on leaving St. Saswes for somewhere different, somewhere exotic, somewhere that didn't have a perpetual cycle of working until sundown and then leaving to rest for eight hours until the cycle repeated itself. Rupert Finnigan and John Marou wanted the gift that is granted to few fortunate souls, true freedom. True freedom exists out of society, for in society rules and social barriers held Rupert and John motionless. Both felt that the racism, crime, and basic daily life were unnecessary for life to continue. Therefore the two individuals had hatched a plan to save up money until they could escape to Jamaica. Although air travel was out of the question(the airlines wouldn't serve african-americans) the pair agreed that they could buy a boat that would take them to their destination, but after observing the hatred thrust at this man, they both figured that there was room for one more on their boat.
"That was quite the disruption you had there," said Rupert

"Well, seems like most of y'all folks seem to dislike people like me," Earvin pointed out.

"That's the point, Rupert and I are different. We're ain't exactly fond 'o the way society works," added John

"That's just great, people who sympathize with my cause, but isn't this risking whatever social status you have. Folks can obviously tell you aren't spitt'n at me, so why risk it?"

"We have a plan to escape from this here town, and we was wondering if you wanted in?" inquired Rupert.

"Sure I would give a lot of money to escape from this cursed country."

"It seems like its settled, I live three houses to the left, meet us there tomorrow at 6:oo AM, sharp," commanded Rupert

"Sounds like a fine idea, but how much of my personal stuff am I supposed to bring with me?"

"The clothes on your back, no more."
The conversation abruptly ended and Earvin went into his house but could not sleep due to the fear of more injury via the many racists in St. Saswes.
To be continued
Thanks for reading, please give suggestions on the writing and the dialogue seems cheesy. Thanks