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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:59 am
[C h o a s] of life___________________[A lit.Life/School RP]I n t r o__________________________________________________________Choas of life, is an literate roleplay made by myself, Kamy, about the tale of lives strung across the town known as Alexandra. This town is a moderitly sized place, with one large high school, and another school thats the elamentry. But this story its about teen's, not children. The school is called Alexus High and Jr. High. The place it is surround by is an mid class population, then it rings out from the school to a lower class population, then lastly in the hills it the upper class, rich people's hoems.
In this town is everything from emo's to preps. Every social class there is is in this town. Everyone here has accepted that...Well, ok, some havn't. There is moderate crime in the town, and basicly, its an place of many kind. Where will life take our people? How will school go for those teens? Its all up too you...Hopefuly, it will be nice... R u l e s___________________________________________________________ - Be literate-Adv. Literate.
This means to use a lot of detail and for it to be atlest readable. I don't care about proper spelling, cause as you can tell by now, I am sure, I can't spell worth a damn. But please have atlest 1 decent sized paraghaph. No one liner's. I understnd writer's block, though.
- Respect.
Yes, an importent aspect. Be respectful to me, and other people that post here. If you have a bone to pick with someone, take it somewhere else. Don't go off cussing someone out cause they dissagree with something.
- Pg13.
Keep this roleplay at the most Pg16. If not, pg13. Do not go to much into it with one of the oppaset sex, or...Same...For those that may be bi. Either way, not to much with sexual relationships, mild touching, and kissing down to the neck is ok. And do not be droping the f-bomb every secend.
- OoC.
Oh yes, the lovly world of out of character(OoC). Please keep it minomal but its ok, just don't have mindless amounts of pages loaded with it and no roleplay, ok?
- Fighting.
Oh yes, in every RP there has to be some fighting? Right? Maybe. Anyways, in this Roleplay, all fighting must be realalistic, no poping off powers or unhuman stuff, you're normal throw to the ground and beat down. Don't get to gory though.
- To join.
Oh yeah, to join? Ok then. When you send me you're profile THROUGH PM's, please title it "Choas is only part of life". If you don't, it will be rejected unless I feel I want you in this roleplay, then I'll reply back saying to read the rules. If I don't reply back, you're not accepted. And please use the form's givin. Lastly, link all picture's UNLESS its designed into the profile. You may have up to 3 character's.
- Fonts.
Please, please, please, use a font between 9 and 11. Large/small font's bother the hell out of me. Don't use them, ok? And if you want, you can have designs to your post. I like to have them. Please color code character's.
- Other rules.
Follow all other rules by gaia and this guild's prefences. Ok? ^^
- Siderule.
In the profiles, please use a real life picture. No anime pictures. This is a real world RP, not an anime one. Also I'd prefer if you used your real appearence but I am nost saying you have to cause some of us are not the best looking in our own minds, and maybe in other's, and with that you may use picture's you find.
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[/list][/size][/color] Please make sure it's detailed. Weather. Low: 55, High: 74, clear skys ToC__
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 3:00 am
[C h o a s] of life___________________[A lit.Life/School RP]M a l e - P r o f i l e s_________________________________________________ +[Kamy-chan]+'s character's.
Name: Zachery Tyler Koston
Age: 16
D.o.b: June First, 1990
Gender: Male
'Label'/Style: Emo/Goth
Sexualty: Straight
Appearence Picture: Left. (Not me)
-Haight: 5'9"
-Waight: 140Lbs
-Build: Strong but thin.
Crush: Finds Rae cute.
Personalty: Zachery is known for being quiet and shy. He is always staying alone, normaly he's doodling in a sketch pad. He is kind at the heart and very sweet. He may be shy but he loves hugs. He's the type that after you get to know him, would come up from behind you and wrap his arms around you. He's not very load but he can be funny at times, and even hyper. He has a bit of a temper and is not afread to fight. He has not much confedence hin himself, sence he grew up as the most hated kid in the school, Although recently he's became higher in the social ranks. All around he's a nice guy, quiet, shy, and kinda easy to make angry.
Background: Born in a small 'village' town in the middle of no where, Zach grew up there, moving to his current location at the age 10. He orignaly was awesome, but soon enough as he rose in grades, became 'lame' in people's eyes, and was the most hated kid. He began to show signs of emotional problems in 5th grade. But its been ignored ever sence then. He's now in high school, and is back to being decently placed within social ranks. He hangs out with many emo's and goths. He grew up with an older sister, who is now 18. She was the only person he could talk to for many years. He just recently got his driver's licence.
Mister Satire. Name: Gabriel Rhodes
Age: 17 {seven--->&teen}
D.o.b: June 9, 1989 {6.9.89}
Gender: Male
'Label'/Style: Band Geek.
Sexualty: Heterosexual
Appearence Picture: Ugly? Maybe. Or maybe I'm just like everyone else.
-Haight: 6'0" {six//zero}
-Waight: 160lbs {one-hundred-sixty pounds}
-Build: Slight & Weak
Crush: N/A
Personalty: Gab is the furthest thing from 'cute' or 'charming' one could possibly get, although he attempts to be all of those things and more. No, he's not as attractive as the average jock or one of those charming bad-asses, but at least he's nice?
Evidently, being nice did not take you up the social ladder, so he was stuck near the bottom, scraping the gum from beneath the popular peoples' shoes. He enjoys books, music [Mozart, Beethoven and Sebastian Bach topping his all-time favorites], and poetry: Who wouldn't label him a band geek? All he needs now is the taped glasses, and he'd be set.
Lacking physical strength has caused a few problems, as well.
The only thing Gab is good at is being a friend. But he yearns for something more than to be your shoulder, the person you cheat off of in History class or the boy whose locker you enjoy putting unwrapped rolls of toilet paper in.
Maybe he wants a person who'd be his friend back without the whole 'shame' thing hindering it.
Background: Gab's mother was a neglective alcoholic when he was smaller, but after being to several meetings of AA and attending Rehab for a year and a half, she has transformed into a workaholic instead.
Either way, she could not be a typical parent; with her mother having quit highschool at the age fifteen and his father completely out of the picture, he decided that he wanted to be successful in life. He did not want to become his parents.
The said mother, now a secretary for an immense company, is gone almost all the time attending dinner parties and meetings. And being the only child didn't help him much in the long-run.
One would probably think that, because he is the only child belonging to Samantha Rhodes, Gab must be spoiled, but that is hardly the case. His mother did not make that much money to begin with, and because of this, he had no choice but to work a part-time job at the local bookstore to aid in their financial problems. The repo men were already beginning to visit their humble house.
So Gab is home alone most of the time with nothing to do but study, write poetry, or try to improve his tuba skills (which he's not too good at to begin with); that's probably how he became so intelligent.
Most geniuses are detached from the world around them.
Gab liked to think of himself as the epitome of a huge misunderstanding.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 3:01 am
[C h o a s] of life___________________[A lit.Life/School RP]F e m a l e - P r o f i l e s_____________________________________________ Flawless Imperfection.
 Do you want me now?
Name: Rae DeAngelo.
Age: Sixteen.
D.o.b: October 19, 1991.
Gender: Female.
'Label'/Style: Athletic.
Sexualty: Heterosexual.
-Haight: 5'5".
-Waight: 117 lbs.
-Build: Strong but slender.
Crush: None at the moment.
Personalty: Shy, mature, and quiet. These are the worst way possible to explain Rae. She is more out-spoken, immature, and sarcastic. There is never a time where you won't find Rae screaming or laughing uncontrollably. Her voice is very stentorian when she's angry, her face isn't the most pleasing to the eye, when she's angry, and she tends to get . . . physical. Because of all of this, people tend to stay on her good side. But, that's just how it should be. People have said that Rae is intimidating. You can't really blame her for being that way. She is an athletic star in the school; of course she is going to be looked up upon. But even with all of this deliberation towards herself, Rae doesn't think highly of herself. She knows that she's good at sports, but she doesn't feel the need to brag about it, or feel the need to have to show off when she's playing with other people. Even though she appears cocky, that's just her outer shell. Everyone has one.
Background: Rae had always been a city girl. She used to live in New York. That is, until her father left them. By them, I mean her mother, her little brother, and herself. Rae had been only 11, her brother 7. This didn't break the family apart though, oh not yet. Not until her brother came down with an illness, leukemia. It took over his body fast; he died in a matter of months after being diagnosed. There only seemed to be bad after bad coming at the family, this was when they decided to move to a small town. Now they weren't rich, but they definitely weren't poor. It has been years since these tragedies and Rae's Mother, as well as Rae, had learned to let it go. If only her father knew what Rae was now, a basketball star, a track star, an all-around athlete. Would he have left them then?
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 3:02 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:07 pm
Z a c h . K o s t o n
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Shy and sweet, but as sad as a cold blooded murder. "Waaaaake up sleepy head and rock out to this song! In the end by Linkin Park."Whined the clock radio as it turned on automaticly in the middle of the day. It obviosly was ment to wake someone up. The radio began to play the song that was stated, and a gentle yawn interupted it for a secend. The blankets droped off the side up the bed just as two feet would tap the floor, waight being transfered onto the base souls. They then moved, carrying all 140 pounds of waightm all muscle and haight, along the floor. The male, as it seemed, appeared to be only in boxer's, but he now stood infront of his dresser. His pale hands reatched out and gripped handles that would help him pull out the drawer.
He searched inside for only a momment before pulling out an 3 Days Grace shirt, and slipped it over his head. He shoke out his hair, and smiled a bit, begining to hum along with the song playing in the background. He closed the sliding compartment inside its own space before making another apend out. He grabbed a pair of black, tight jeans, and slipped them on. After a few minutes he was wearing his clothes and the exra, a necklace with a fake razorblade on it, in the middle the normal hole was a broken heart shape, some black and pink wire braclates on one wrist and a studed wristband on the other, and his converse shoes. His pants where hugging his hips with the help of a three lined studded belt, the leather an groudgy white with black particals, and black studs, rouched up and paint grinded off in parts.
He was standing upon the ground inside the bathroom to his mid class house, one of two. He was messing with his black and highlighted hair, then after that putting on a bit of eyeliner. Yes, he was a dude that wore makeup, get over it. He finished and smiled, poping his finger's, neck, wrists and ankles with moments he's done sence an early teen. He yawned again and moved back across the hall to his room, turning off the radio before he suddenly found himself on the bed, and his older sister ontop of him, hugging him.
"Hey, Zach" said Zach's sister, Megan.
"Hey sis" replied Zach, looking up to his sister, as he was 'cuddled' underneth her light frame. After a few minutes of chatter and such, they both where downstaires, eating, being sure to be quiet cause their parents where still asleep. They had microwaved some pancakes, and now they where eating them. It seemed pretty nice out this morning. It actuly looked kinda odd, there was the 'emo' boy sitting at the table with his 'preppy' looking sister. Oh well.
After a while Zach had left the confinds of his house, and was walking down the street. His black and white converses made little sound on the sidewalk he walked upon. He normaly was seen skateboarding but today he was not. For now he just wanted some freash air...
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:55 pm
// Rae DeAngelo :: Get out of bed. ||"Rae, get out of bed!"
A tall, slender girl rolled out of her bed. Thump, went her well defined body against the hard and cold wooden floor. A moan was heard, and then some stomping as the girl went into a nearby bathroom. A sign had sat on a hook attached to the bathroom door. It read 'Rae's Bathroom'. Thunk, went the shower handle as a bony fingered hand jerked it out. It took a good 15 minutes before another thunk was heard, signifying that the shower was turned off. The glass door of the shower opened, a large mass of steam filling the actual bathroom. The girl, obviously named Rae, quickly grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around her slim body. Walking towards the large mirror that was now fogged by steam grabbed the blow dryer and ran her fingers through her brown hair. When Rae's hair was dry, she quickly brushed down all the ends of her hair that were currently defying gravity and left the bathroom.
Sleepily, Rae walked over to her black dresser, the dark color contrasting with her white walls. She sub-consciously pulled out random, under clothes, and closed her drawers. Striding over to her closet, Rae grabbed a tight fitting, white, spaghetti-strapped top. A black cartoon skull had been printed on the top and a red heart floated next to it. Rae also grabbed some faded, ripped skinny jeans. Pulling all of her clothes on, she went back to her dresser, an intricate mirror hanging above the furniture. Rae grabbed her eyeliner and applied a thin line above and below her eyes. Placing the eyeliner back down, she grabbed a white pin and a black pin, sticking both on the right side of her fringe to keep it out of her face. Before walking out of her room, Rae grabbed her black and white gaudy beaded bracelets.
Rae walked out of her room and slammed the door shut. As she skipped every other stair walking down the staircase, she heard her mom yell again. "Rae, get out of bed!" This time she sounded more irritated than before. "I am out Mom!" She screamed back, matching her mother's irritation. When she got downstairs, she checked the kitchen for her mom. There she was, standing in the kitchen, arms crossed and looking at Rae. "Why are you so late?" Her mother asked Rae. "Was I supposed to be somewhere?" Rae asked, as she looked at her mother a bit confused. "Oh Rae! I can't have you dressed like that. You know what? Just stay home, don't come with me! I can't be any more late!" Her mother went on, Rae just looked at her as she stormed out of the house. Rolling her eyes, Rae looked around for something to eat. Finding some bread, she stuck it in the toaster and sat on the bench as she waited.
Bing, went the toaster as the golden-brown piece of toast popped out of the white machine. Grabbing her breakfast, Rae took a bite out of it and went back up to her room. She grabbed her cell phone, keys to the house, and her MP3 player. As she walked back out of her room, she took another bite of her toast. Again, skipping every other step on the staircase, she was back downstairs. This time didn't go to the kitchen; she shoved the rest of her toast into her mouth and shoved on her black and white vans. Rae had no idea where her mom and went and she had no idea where she was going, but she was not going to be cooped up inside the house. Maybe she'd go cause trouble at the mall, or go call some friends and hang out. Nowadays everything was always rushed, going to basketball practice, then to a track meet, meeting friends, and fitting in homework. Today was a day where there was nothing to do, Rae wasn't so sure she liked that.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:32 pm
Z a c h . K o s t o n
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Shy and sweet, but as sad as a cold blooded murder. Zach, an almost 6 foot high teenager, made his way down the sidewalk, carried by his fonverse shoes. A gentle sigh passed his soft lips, slightly fogging both his lip ring's for a secend. He was walking aimlessly, maybe he'd bump into a friend from school...Maybe not. He countued down the path...
Well, maybe it was going to happen. As he walked, his blue eyes, witch looked absalutly beautiful with his pale face and eyeliner rimmed eyes, caught the sight of a female he knew from school. He knew her but never actuly spoken to her...Well, anything big anyways. He was not very social..But he was in a good mood, and would offer something...
As he walked by the female, his meery jogged and her name entered his mind, just as he spat out a small greeting and friendly line to her, "hello, Rae." His voice was soft, and pretty quiet. His shyness was still playing with him as it normaly did with those he did not know.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 12:25 am
// Rae DeAngelo :: Get your names right. ||Rae opened the door to her house and pulled out her MP3 player. Closing the door behind her, she breathed in deeply. It was a clear day, but it was a bit chilly. But since Rae was so lazy, she just started walking down her driveway, she didn't feel like going all the way back inside to get her jacket. When she got out onto the sidewalk, she looked at her MP3 player. Grabbing the headphones, she stuck them over her ears. Rae had a problem with ear buds and iPODs, she thought that ear buds were stupid because they fall out too much and that iPODs are just a waste of money. Rae could probably rant all day about iPODs and ear buds, but she just doesn't have the time. Then again, who did nowadays?
Dance, dance had just started playing when Rae noticed someone walking down the street. She says she's no good with words but I'm worse. As he started to advance towards her, she started thinking of his name. 'Was it Jack? No, uh, Zang? Who would name their kid Zang? No way . . . Zach?! Yeah, I think that was it . . .' Rae looked at the boy who had just said her name. 'Man, I hope I have this right.'
"Hey Zach, what are you doing here?"
Rae asked, turning down her MP3 player. "A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue. She knew this boy went to her school, maybe he's in one of her classes or two, but it was so hard to keep track. There were so many people at the school and so many students that talk to her daily. Rae looked up at the boy, he sort of looked, 'emo'. He was tall, skinny, had tight girl jeans, and wore eyeliner. Tonight it's "it can't get much worse". Rae wasn't one to stereotype, but that's what he looked like. Maybe he was completely different.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 11:39 pm
Z a c h . K o s t o n
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Shy and sweet, but as sad as a cold blooded murder. Zach's feet brought him to a stop, and his head turned to look at the female, his toso turning a bit to, but not as much, of course. "Well..I like just up the road, I was out for a walk...Why you ask?"He asked, voice still soft and timid. Inside he was ready to punch himself for being shy like this, again, for the millionth time within his life. He bit his lower lip, playing with one of the two lip rings. He hated the fact people judged him by his look. Many looked at him and thought 'freak', 'f**', and other such things...It was stupid, truly he was none of what they thought, besides maybe if they thought he was suicidal...Then mybe ther was some truth, but that never showed, much.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:14 am
// Rae DeAngelo :: Don't out embarrass yourself. ||Rae watched as Zach continued to walk away. She found it a bit rude, but maybe he was shy or something? When he turned around, she couldn't help but smile a bit, knowing that he wasn't going to ignore her. Rae listened to what Zach had to say, he lived up the road? 'He lives up the road? Why didn't I know this? I always go out and I never see him around! Am I going blind or something? Oh, I should really talk to him, or reply to him, or something! Man, I must seem really stupid just standing here.' Rae jumped out of her thoughts and blinked.
"Oh, uhm, I didn't know you lived around here. Do you go out much?"
Rae was rather curious seeing as though she didn't see him much and at school he didn't talk much. Rae noticed that Zach had started to play with one of his lip rings; she hadn't really noticed that he had them. She was probably too busy looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He had fit the 'emo' stereotype so well. She wouldn't say anything though, that would be rude. Rae heard the song switch to Glamorous By: Fergie.
"Eww! I hate this song!"
Rae screeched as she quickly yanked off her headphones. She then noticed that she screamed out loud and not in her head. She looked at Zach nervously, smiling an embarrassed smile. 'Man, I feel so stupid now, why am I all nervous? I'm never nervous. Maybe it's how the guy looks . . . No, it's not that bad. What is it?'
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:02 am
Z a c h . K o s t o n
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Shy and sweet, but as sad as a cold blooded murder. Zach was staying quiet for a momment after her outburst. He was thinking his answer over, then again it was pretty easy to think of. His blue hues peered directly into the female's for only a secend before moving off shyly, making him nervous, as useual. He made sure to keep his eyes to her though, but not directly to her eyes. "Y-yes, I do...But, I go the other way, to go skateboard at the park. Today I just went for a walk so I came this way..."He said, voice still the same. He had stoped playing with his lip rings. He just realised how the female looked, it shocked him actuly, in both how 'cute' she looked in his mind, and the fact he did not realise it before. Her hair looked so nice, and the way she had it was cute. He tried putting his shyness aside for now, once more, and looked up at her, in the eyes again.
Zach was a skateboarder, most knew this, going back to the fact that Rae had not seen him here. He always went the other way for everything, school, skateboarding, and normaly even walking, but today he was thinking why not go the other way. This is why he was here now, speaking to this girl. He did not know much about her, other then the fact she was a female verion of a jock. She played many sports...That and her name, was opraticly all he knew about the girl, so he would not exspect her to know much about himself...
'She seems really nervous, then again I bet I do too...Oi...'Thought Zach as he stood, awaiting for her to say something. His ears caught te sounds of the nearby highway, trucks and cars alike, big and small, speding through the air made many sounds...And he was listioning to them, singling out many down to what type of automoble or whatever they where, 'Semi...Muscle car...Sport bike...Chopper...'He was getting off track, him snaping out of it with a slight shook to his body.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 8:25 pm
// Rae DeAngelo :: iPODS or MP3 Players? ||When Rae heard that Zach normally went the opposite way, she didn’t feel as bad. If she came by her house daily, that would’ve been something very rude to say. ”Oh, well that’s a relief, I thought you came by a lot and I was just oblivious.” Rae said, laughing at herself. ’I wonder if he thinks I’m weird, I mean, it’s kind of strange that I can just talk to anyone . . . but is it THAT strange?’ Rae just stopped thinking for a bit. She figured that if she stopped, she wouldn’t confuse herself and she would keep from embarrassing herself again.
On her MP3 Player, the song Angel By: Shaggy. Then it started to repeat the track over and over, the same phrase, again and again. It was getting quite annoying and she was trying not to show it on her face when she kept hearing ‘Girl you’re my friend when I’m in need.’ The song repeated itself a few more times before Rae couldn’t handle it and smiled sweetly and Zach.
”Sorry, my MP3 player is being retarded, it’s so old but I hate the iPODS and ear buds.”
Rae grabbed her earphones and hung then around her neck. Her MP3 player had been giving her problems for awhile and her mother won’t get her a new one so she has to save up for it. Rae started to wonder if Zach liked iPODS or MP3 Players more, it was random, but that’s how Rae’s mind was. Random and very scattered.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 2:10 am
Z a c h . K o s t o n
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Shy and sweet, but as sad as a cold blooded murder. Zach had seen the odd look but did not pay attention to it. "...Well...Hum...MP3 player's are out dated....All you can play is just MP3 files...There is more verity with Ipod's, but I don't own either so it doesnt matter to me..."Zach said to her, scratching the side of his head.
As he was talking, the sound of rumbling music was coming into earshot, a car moving down the road was thumping with sounds, oh goodie, another idiot thinking he's cool but stressing his peace of s**t staero....Oi. Zach loved music and liked to listion to it load but truly, cars where not the place to do that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 1:39 pm
|| The Band Geek || <--- A u t u m n { &bri-->ngs& } a //song I sing so desperate||;;||ly ---> ================== Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster?
There was a golden crown sitting atop his head, waiting... waiting and glistening in the yellow strands cast down upon it; glistening with its various jewels, staring out of the golden façade like evil eyes.
Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back?
The crowd was deadly silent, the gray of the firmament above covering the kingdom with an opaque blanket. They did not judge him. They did not categorize him. They did not lash out at him with poisonous words that sunk into his pores like snakes' fangs. And when he spoke, they listened. When he held his hand up for silence, they obeyed.
When you hide, hide inside that body
For once in his lifetime, he felt as if he obtained a purpose in God's jungle of jungles, of God's kingdom of kingdoms. For once... he felt as if people cared for one individual whose hopes were broken like glass, shattered upon the ground with a single word scrawled on each and every one of them in his own blood. Words such as "Love", "Compassion", and "Faith".
The glass was restored inside his heart and for a split moment, he felt like a king.
Cold, but I'm still here, blind, 'cause I'm so blind, say never
But Gabriel Rhodes knew that the song bursting forth from the crowds' lips into his mind, telepathic lyrics if you will, was not just emitting from his subconscious.
We're far from comfortable this time
Cold, now we're so cold, mine, and you're not mine, say never
We're far from obvious this time
They polluted his world.
And forced his eyes open to bright light streaming through the window, no jewels scintillating above his head, unless one counted his eyes, melted like dark chocolate embedded inside ivory ovals.
His bistre locks were a tussled mop atop his head, straying from their normal manner to a wild, untamed sort. There were dark circles below his eyes, creating a darker air about them. They matched his mood.
With a heavy sigh, the boy shoved the comfort aside and stared at his alarm clock for a moment, the lyrics from his dream sprouting forth like invisible vines, wrapping around his conscious; he abruptly turned it off and dressed for today, glad, for once, that it was the weekend that meant no school. Despite this, he still dressed nicely with a button-up dress shirt with folded-back sleeves and a pair of slacks. He slipped a black-leather belt around his slim waist, ran gel through his hair and slid his sophisticated black shoes on his feet. It was his daily routine, after all.
He had work today at Manny's Bookstore and he was already ten minutes late. Manny would no doubt tear him a new one, but he was rather used to it. Lethargically, as if he harbored all the time in the world (though the situation was far from such), Gab grabbed the house key from under the vase (an obvious location that someone would hide a house key, as the vase was horrific and out of place inside the humble home), then headed out the door at a blasé pace. ================== || Gabriel Micah Rhodes || {<--- I'm s e e i n g ghosts, I'm seeing lots of ][rain][ --->}
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