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Post by stephy on Feb 22, 2009 8:51:47 GMT -5
It was a horrible day. The afternoon sun beat down upon the unprotected earth below, Sending warm updrafts off the hot blacktop as busy cars rushed by on the street across from the packed mall. It was a Saturday, thinking back he really should have known that it would have been crowded today. The bustling entrance doors seemed to erupt with a never ending flow of people, Old businessmen to little kids tugging or whining at their parents for toys, everyone seemed to think this was the perfect day to get on his nerves.
Rory scoffed at them from his distance, refusing to even spare a glance over his shoulder as he walked away from the continuous racket. He couldn't even remember why he'd decided to come here, no he didn't know what day it was but did it make a difference? He usually frowned upon anything the least bit social.. But he supposed it was a change of scenery. Pausing, He let out a small drawn out sigh, the chains hanging off of his black bondage pants jingling at the halt.
"Mm.." He had found his way near a corner that lead off to some of the storage Alleys and loading bays, the cold graffiti'd brick wall on his left shadowed by his dark figure. He dug his hands deeper into his pockets, his dark eyes dull as he looked around. It was quieter here, most of the shoppers wouldn't dare park this far from the doors. 'I should get out of here.' He gazed up, covering his eyes with a pale hand, the sun was getting a bit lower in the sky, but it's brilliance still mocked him.
His hands stuffed in his pockets again he started to again walk aimlessly, the point of the day still completely unseen..
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Post by kuinsama on Feb 23, 2009 21:11:08 GMT -5
Isaac's day wasn't going in his favor. He could forgive his coffeepot for breaking on him, as it was three years old, and he could even forgive his luck for being late because he forgot his wallet on his dining room table, but he was really set off by his last mistake. It was SATURDAY. Saturday meant no work, thus meaning Isaac was clearly volunteering for an extra shift of the monotonous labor that they called cashiering at the local supermarket.
So, seven hours later, Isaac found himself approaching the mall, fully changed and ready to turn his day around. He had exactly enough money as advertised on the website of the music store to buy the new Free Hug Mafia CD that he'd been wanting for MONTHS in his pocket. Nothing was going to stop him now.
"Excuse me, sir? That's not $26.50." The woman behind the counter said, looking at the money she was presented. Isaac was shocked. "The website said it was $25, I don't know what you're talking about." He said, stating his case. "Oh, we had to recently make this more expensive. Inflation and stuff, you know." She explained, handing back Isaac's money. "If you want to buy it still, come back with more money. I'll hold on to the CD for you."
After thanking the woman, Isaac ran back home, picked up his entire wallet, and ran out the door, knowing that the woman may be gone by the time he would return. It was only about 20 blocks from his house to the Mall, so he would be able to make it there in no time at all if the traffic allowed it... but he had no such luck when he happened to knock into somebody, hard. "Why don't you watch where the hell you are going?!" He shouted, just suddenly losing it.
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Post by stephy on Apr 5, 2009 1:22:28 GMT -5
The sun rose higher into the afternoon sky, it's rays unforgiving as they beat down upon the dark shape. Rory blinked slowly, his eyes burned as he stared down at the concrete squares of sidewalk in front of him, weeds wilted from the heat even as his eyes watered painfully in contrast. Eyelids twitched, closing off his dark brown eyes from the world, his senses slowly shutting down as he walked for what he knew was quite a long path, he wouldn't need to see to get by it, he didn't need to think.
A soft breeze blew past, ruffling his hair and making the chains on his pants jingle softly like wind chimes, The far off bustle of people was distant, the silence was somehow comforting, soothing.. His constant frown lightened ever so slightly. With a gentle exhale, he slowly opened his eyes once again, A dark shape brushing past him almost immediately and making his gasp in surprise and pain.
"Gahh!" A sharp gasp made him wince slightly before he regained his composure, his face flickering in pain for only a moment before going back to it's usual position. His shoulder throbbed, it was hard to resist the urge to bite his lip and rub it, but he was used to that kind of thing. 'Who the hell.. Spinning quickly, he turned to look at the assaulter, who was suddenly glaring at him with a scorching fire in his eyes. It was somehow unnerving..
"Why don't you watch where the hell you are going?!" Rory blinked at the man who was probably only an inch taller them himself, But at the moment so much more threatening. What had he done? Maybe he should have been watching where he was going.. No, He had no right to yell at him like this! But then, there was always reason to yell at him.. Who was he kidding. A sarcastic tone rung as he conflicted with himself, he really needed to get a better hold on himself.
His frown deepened, a dead emotionless look flickering over his face, a low growl formed deep in his throat. Surely he deserved this, fighting back wasn't usually his style, and there was nothing even slightly amusing to be gained here. He should just turn and walk away, spare the drama and just run. He couldn't just turn down a challenge though, maybe he was just masochistic like that, but he couldn't let him have the last word, the last laugh at his expense.
Ugh.. He closed his eyes for a couple seconds as he sighed silently. He didn't need this, he shouldn't have to deal with this, it just wasn't worth it, nothing was ever worth it. His eyes shawn as he blinked them open, staring at the boy with a mix of hate and pure hurt before turning back. Emotions only got in the way, They were a weakness that could be exploited, used to advantage, something that he couldn't afford. He was risking too much by staying, he risked losing control of his cool. The day was provoking feelings he didn't need, his heart gave an unfamiliar twinge as he gave one final glare at the hooded figure.
Turning, he began to stalk away.
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Post by kuinsama on Apr 5, 2009 9:58:13 GMT -5
A growl. A growl was the only thing he got out of the guy that bumped into him, which set him off more. It was deadly silent between them before he began to walk away, of course after glaring at him like he was the devil, which is when Isaac decided to walk after him and grab his shoulder from behind. "Excuse me, I don't believe that a growl is an acceptable apology in any language. Try again." He said, his patience wearing ever thinner.
On a normal day, he wouldn't have quite minded if someone bumped into him. He would have simply said "excuse me" and carried along with his business. The fact that he was having such a horrible day made him think that he needed to change things by letting all of the 'bad day demons' know that they need to take a hike, and this person was the perfect target.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds to apologize properly for what you've done, or I'm going to make you wish you had stayed home today." He threatened, knowing perfectly well that he could beat the boy into submission if he needed to. He'd done it to people before, and it wasn't much of a problem... of course, it was for completely different reasons, but this was a good of a reason as anything.
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Post by stephy on Apr 6, 2009 1:21:35 GMT -5
'God..' Rory huffed quietly as he started to walk faster then usual away from the boy, The fury of his look burning into his back as he started. What was his problem! He hadn't done anything to provoke this freaking kid! Was this just a random act of hate? Were people he'd never even met before going to try and ruin him now? Was that what he was reduced to? His eyes started to droop reflectively down to the pavement in front of his feet once again, mirroring his thoughts like they were on display through clear glass windows.
"Excuse me, I don't believe that a growl is an acceptable apology in any language. Try again." Twisting and staggering back mid step, he shook the boy's hand off his shoulder the moment it had touched, the hold he'd had on him for a second still tingled as he reached a hand up to rub the area defensively, the studs on his wrist bands flashing as the sun hit them. His look immediately hardened, a brick wall going up in an in his mind in an instant. Obviously this guy wasn't going to just let it go.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds to apologize properly for what you've done, or I'm going to make you wish you had stayed home today." Grinding his teeth together he stood his ground, His eyes not leaving his assaulter's for even a moment, his breaths panted a bit too heavy as he decided some kind of reaction. Apologize, for what? For having the sense to walk away? Did he not realize how little he did that, just walking away?
'He plans to hurt me somehow..' Rory's defences started to crumble as he stared into the cold glare staring right back at him, his face started to soften to a more somber expression against his will, his hand turned into a tight fist at his side whilst he gripped his shoulder, his panting lessoned only to take on more of quickened beat. His lips pulled back a bit into a snarl, A mix of anger and hate pulsed through his veins as he realized quite suddenly that he was losing his control, and yet he didn't care.
"Apologize?" He nearly spat, a growl embedded deep in his tone, making him sound so much more sinister then he was. "Why should I apologize to you? So that you can get the satisfaction? So you can justify what you want to do? Or maybe just so you can watch me break?" He choked out a small fakely amused laugh, His face betraying the anger that he spouted, his eyes beggining to water pathetically as his voice rose in a sad desperation. "No. You don't get that. You can go and rot in hell, You sick bastard."
A single tear started to drift down his cheek, blinking through the well of anger, he let his hand fall from his shoulder and slowly raise up to whipe it away with his thumb, drawing it away for a moment and stareing at the bead of water on his finger incredulously, his eyes widening in a silent almost disbelief. His breathing rasped for a moment, His widened eyes drifting back to the boy who suddenly seemed blurred as several more tears streaked down his cheeks. "No.." His voice lowered to a low whisper, his words sharp like a blade. "You won't lay a hand on me."
He turned a final time, and ran.
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Post by kuinsama on Apr 8, 2009 10:31:43 GMT -5
Isaac drew back his hand as the boy shook it off. He studied the boy as he defensively rubbed his shoulder. His eyes grew... not angry, but not exactly calm. Isaac couldn't describe what he saw in his eyes, and was working on that as a very blinding light shone in one of his eyes, making him flinch slightly. His wristbands were reflecting the sun, how annoying
"Apologize?" The other finally said, growling again, sounding almost sinister. "Why should I apologize to you? So that you can get the satisfaction? So you can justify what you want to do? Or maybe just so you can watch me break?" He began to laugh, but it seemed fake. His face seemed to soften, even though he still seemed to be trying to threatening. When his eyes began to water up, Isaac knew that something was wrong.
The boy's voice was rising as he spoke again, "No. You don't get that. You can go and rot in hell, you sick bastard." A tear fell from his eyes, and Isaac softened. What was he doing? He took out his frustration on a random guy on the street... again. This was a monthly happening for Isaac. He had no real way to let out all of the stress he built up day to day, and eventually he just got to the breaking point, over and over. The boy in front of him wiped away his tear and began crying more.
"No..." He said, in a low shisper. 'You won't lay a hand on me." The boy ran. Isaac waited a second before walking after him, but heard something familiar, a loud beeping. There was a truck loading bay nearby here, he knew that from when he decided to play stray cat every so often. Isaac looked up and saw just where the boy was running in front of. He wasn't going to make it. Isaac burst into a sprint and caught up to the boy relatively quickly and grabbed him, pulling him back by the collar just in time for the truck to pass through.
"You idiot!" Isaac said, letting go of the boy. "You don't run right in front of a delivery bay for trucks like that. You would have died." He said, being rather blunt. The boy could have been killed by the truck, which had already left without noticing a thing. He was silent for a moment before starting to walk back home. "They probably don't have my CD anymore. What a terrible day." He muttered, looking down at his feet as he walked. He wasn't blaming the stupid boy, but he wasn't exactly blaming himself, either.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Apr 8, 2009 17:13:38 GMT -5
Isaac burst into a sprint and caught up to the boy relatively quickly and grabbed him, pulling him back by the collar just in time for the truck to pass through. Kuin: Change your post a bit, it's god modding. I mean, I'm sure Rory wouldn't be hit by the truck, but what if Rory was faster? Or maybe he did something else? Give Stephy a chance to make her character do something first. Thanks.
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Post by kuinsama on Apr 8, 2009 19:55:31 GMT -5
Isaac burst into a sprint and caught up to the boy relatively quickly and grabbed him, pulling him back by the collar just in time for the truck to pass through. Kuin: Change your post a bit, it's god modding. I mean, I'm sure Rory wouldn't be hit by the truck, but what if Rory was faster? Or maybe he did something else? Give Stephy a chance to make her character do something first. Thanks.We talked about it though. Stephy, say it's okay.
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Post by stephy on Apr 8, 2009 23:40:32 GMT -5
Kuin: Change your post a bit, it's god modding. I mean, I'm sure Rory wouldn't be hit by the truck, but what if Rory was faster? Or maybe he did something else? Give Stephy a chance to make her character do something first. Thanks. We talked about it though. Stephy, say it's okay. Yush, It's all good. Don't worry Tonki, Tom and I discussed it over Yahoo while he was writing. =]
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Post by stephy on Apr 9, 2009 10:49:05 GMT -5
Wind whistled past his ears as he bolted, All the sounds surrounding him seemed to Dim to a muffled hush, Even the cars on the highway seemed to mute themselves as his desperation grew. The harsh breeze stung his eyes, he looked desperately for somewhere he could go hide and cool down, Shift and blend into the calming shadows and darkness and just let it envelop him. Stupid, idiotic jerk. Threatening him and making him behave like this. His mind flashed, an image hovering over his minds eye glared with an evil air. "Don't you dare cry." His eyes narrowed, tears still streaked menacingly down his palid cheeks, a stab of fear and anger made him blind.
"Ack!" His collar tightened around his neck as he was pulled back sharply, Being released a second later and stumbling backwards roughly to the wall beside him from the momentum, sliding against the tough brick to the ground. Chest heaving, he gasped for a breath, his hand drifting up towards his neck to trace where his shirt had left an angry red mark. His face drifted to the left slowly, sound came back in an instant as his eyes blinked at a large truck backing up where he was about to run through.. With a distant shocked look forcing it's way upon his face, his bottem lip quivered a couple times. Gulping roughly, the silent horror of the moment was broken.
"You idiot!" The angry scream of his assaulter Made his ears ring, but he didn't chance his attention away from the Semi as it turned out of the bay, speeding with a loud rumble towards the parkade exit onto the busy highway, large plooms of grey smoke spouting from the top exhaust, unaware of what had just happened. His breathing started to be a bit less labored, His hand sliding limply down from his collar to his chest, and finally landing numbly by his side. Closing his eyes, he turned his head to the source of the loud shouting, opening somber obsidian eyes to look at the kid who was now almost towering over him.
"You don't run right in front of a delivery bay for trucks like that. You would have died." Rory blinked slowly, His head tilted to the side a bit as it rested against the cold wall to his back, his raven hair blurring a bit of his view as it sat raggedly. The boy just stared at him, he was obviously still angry, but neither of them were saying anything. Strange words died before they could even reached his tongue, His eyes narrowed slighty more in thought then contempt. What could he say? Thought felt completely lost, let alone speech.. All he could do was stare.
Without a word, the boy suddenly turned to leave, muttering something under his breath that he couldn't comprehend. 'You could have died.' That single line repeated endlessly, the first real concious thought that struck through his mind. He could have died. He'd yelled at him, but he'd saved his life. He could have died. His heart skipped a terrified beat. Choking on his own tongue as he tried to speak, his breath caught in his throat as the figure started to get farther away. He probably wasn't even in earshot anymore..
"I.. Could have died." His lowered voice almost fell away with another soft breeze, the acknowledgment was directed to the figure, who he doubted could hear him anymore. He saved his life, he could have let him die. Should have let him die. But he didn't. 'I could have died.' The Anger he felt towards the stranger still growled, but was nulled by the surprise of his actions. He could have let him die. He could have died.
"You saved my life," His voice shook a bit, his still narrowed eyes searching the shape for some kind of indication, something.. silent tears still streaked lazily down his cheeks. "..Why did you do that?" Sniffling, he turned his head to look to the sky above him, a few lazy clouds drifted by and a small dot glided on the thermal updrafts, he wondered vaguely of his cousin, before the thought disappeared again. Closing his bloodshot eyes he took a deeper wavering breath, his bangs fluttered as another draft swept past.
He imagined the boy was already gone.
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