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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:51 pm
The punk boil crept through the shadows, moving in a slightly paranoid way that shouldn’t have worked as well as it did. Well, the fact that he’d grown up sneaking around, added to the fact that he was a grim reaper (and getting closer to being a grown one by the moment) kept him not noticed by anyone--well, most of the people. There was a boogie sitting at a diner across the street that caught sight of him, wondering what in the hell the kid was doing, sneaking out into the town like that. Roch looked straight at him--then shadowstepped away.
He was looking for Austin. He knew it was stupid--his dad was probably in the human world, doing what he’d done his entire life. It wasn’t as if Roch was as important as money, or power, or any of those things, the punk boil thought as he reached Vegas’s place. He saw the werewolf at the entrance, he knew logically that he could go up, greet the guy, ask him how his scarelings were--but he didn’t. No, the punk headed for the fire escape in the alley, climbing onto it and pulling himself up quickly to where he was looking through a window into his granddad’s apartment.
There was no one inside. Roch didn’t know whether he was happy about that fact or feeling more abandoned, honestly, but regardless, he slipped a wire out of his pants pocket and jimmied it under the window, unlocking it and shoving it up. He would have to tell Monica that their windows needed replaced, he thought as he slipped inside. He headed through the apartment, glancing into each of the rooms just to make sure he was alone. Then he headed for the stairs that led down to the casino, his back to the wall, his steps nearly silent. He expected noise--lots of noise, people partying or gambling, possibly music for Monica to be dancing to--
All there was were a few familiar voices. He stopped, not daring to move as he listened closely to the argument that was going on down below.
“Why shouldn’t I go?” his father demanded. “Right now I NEED to be there.”
“No you don’t,” Vegas said. “You need to go home, get those parts set up for when the kid shows up, and treat him like you expected him to be just fine--which he probably is. He’s gone through a lot without problems. He doesn’t need you right now. Hell, he probably doesn’t even WANT you right now.” Roch moved closer, peeking around the corner at the table that the two reapers were sitting at. They were glaring at each other, but that was nothing new. He was having trouble figuring out what they meant, though. He was positive that his old man thought he needed to be in the human world, but Vegas was telling him not to--then telling him not to go to Roch, either... or something.
Someone knocked at the door. Vegas went still for a moment, frowning a bit. “I told Bruno that we were closed for the night,” the large reaper said, getting to his feet and heading for the door. He pulled it open, standing in the doorway and blocking whoever it was from Roch’s sight. “Hello, Mr. Boogeyman. Somethin’ I can do for you?” the older reaper asked.
“I’m afraid you might have an unwanted intruder, sir,” Roch heard an unknown voice said from the door.
“Oh do we,” Vegas said. “What sort of unwanted intruder? Bruno, you smell any intruders?”
“No sir, Vegas,” the werewolf said.
“He’s a young reaper--he snuck up the fire escape and is most likely upstairs. I can take care of--“
“We can take care of it ourselves,” Vegas said. “But thanks for the heads up.”
“But--“
Vegas touched his forehead in a mockery of a salute, then closed the door on the boogey, turning to face the room. “Well, then,” he said. “What reaper boil would be ballsy enough to break into my place? One that Bruno wouldn’t considered an intruder?”
“Roch’s usual break in path,” Austin said, finally getting to his feet. “My kid is back!”
Roch jerked, stumbling up a few steps before Austin appeared behind him. He turned, certain that the older reaper would toss him out--why, he didn’t know, but he was suddenly positive that his dad would tell him that he was tired of this, that he didn’t want him--
The punk boil went stiff as a board as Austin hauled him off of the steps and glared down at him. He’d been right--he was going to be tossed out-- He was hauled into a hug. Then shoved back and glared at again. “What the hell were you thinkin?” the older reaper demanded. “Come through the front door next time! You got enough boogey troubles as it is!” Then he stopped, looking blankly at the terrified expression on Roch’s face. “What?” he asked blankly.
“I--I should go--“
“Like hell you should,” Austin said. “We’ll kick the old man out, instead, what do you say?” Then he broke into a grin. “Or better yet, come on, I’ll show you something awesome,” he said, dragging Roch towards the door.
“But the boogey--“
“Jack him,” Austin said. “I rented a place and your bike parts came in forever ago. And since you’re back, we can start working on it, right?”
Vegas snorted, making Roch glance over with a worried expression. The hint of a grin disappeared from the older reaper’s face and a worried scowl replaced it. “Austin,” Vegas said sharply. “Hold up. Something’s definitely wrong with the kid.”
“There’s nothin’ wrong with me!” Roch protested. He felt exposed as the two reapers turned and looked at him. Even moreso as Austin reached for the zipper on his vest. “OYE!! What the hell do you think you’re doin?” Roch demanded, jerking back and covering the zipper with his hand in a protective motion.
“You get another whip wound?” Austin demanded. “Or somethin’ worse?”
“No,” Roch said honestly. “I didn’t come home with wounds or anythin’.”
“You lying?” Vegas asked, moving closer and sniffing. “I don’t smell blood,” he told Austin.
“I just...” Roch said. “I’m feelin’ a little homesick,” he said finally. “And you guys are closer than Bones, even if I do like him better.”
They stared at him, still not convinced. “Look, I had a rough couple of weeks, it happens,” Roch said. They wouldn’t arrest him if he was just hanging out with his family, would they? But what if his dad left? His dad was always leaving. Or what if Vegas got him trapped by someone? That happened, too, y’know? Or what if--
“You know that building with the picture of Jack the Pumpkin King on it?” Austin asked. “Its mine, now.”
“Wh--what?” Roch asked, his mind going back to his “artistic venture.” “Why?”
“Because it’s big enough for a good work place,” Austin said cheerfully. “And it was cheap, cuz it was in a bad part of town. So you ever wanna come see me, if I’m not here, I’m there, got it?”
“Or the human world, right?”
“Nah. I’m sticking around now. So let’s go. You’ve got a lot of work to do if we’re gonna get it done right.”
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 3:00 pm
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:14 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:26 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:32 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 2:07 pm
PROM
Prom PhotoboothNo Bonfire: Roch and Danny after prom. Quote: Roch and Amphi now have THREE Desu-Bombs. They not only drop glitter but cause a lovely scent. dolling 1 d6 while throwing determines what scent their victim gets. 1-Chocolate, 2-roses, 3-rot, 4-minipet poop, 5-candycane, 6-player's choice. These do not expire after prom if they go unused. You can use w/o rolling w/ other player consent.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 2:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 4:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:41 pm
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
The lyrics were too close to home. Roch had been working through the stadiums, getting them ready for the big day--and the music was blasting over the speakers as he and the gnomes cleaned. Roch was exhausted. It was enough, he thought, standing abruptly and looking around. The gnomes knew what had to be done, this was their third stadium. And even if they did a sucky job of it, did it really matter? They were just going to clean it up to mess it up again.
He motioned to the head of the gnome task force. “Go to your second shift boils,” he told him. “I’m goin’ back to my room to get some sleep. By now I figure you know what to do.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving them to do the grunt work. He had to have some sleep. He needed to just... step away from things for a day or two. Then he would hunt down clubs to run booths and see about getting bands together--
Nope. Not gonna think about that now, either, he decided as he started back for the campus. His steps were slow, his mood quiet. Neither of those things were generally attributed to the punk. In fact, he literally walked past a few arguments without even glancing at those fighting. There were students he didn’t know--he should have been worried, but he just couldn’t get himself to give a crap. He just wanted his bed. Not Amphi’s bed, not anyone else’s--just his.
He headed into the reaper dorm, going to his room and unlocking the door. Absently he locked it behind him, letting his clothes drop to the floor and kicking off his boots. He grabbed a handful of minipet treats, feeding his pets--then he promptly dropped onto his large papasan bed, and fell asleep without bothering to cover up with his blanket.
It was dark. It took the punk boil a few moment to realize that he was dreaming. He was sitting on the roof of a building, staring out over the street. Fang was next to him--he could tell by the familiar smell. “You ready for this, boil?” Fang asked in a low rumble.
Roch felt himself nodding. He’d been through practices--trained over and over again in how to do it, and he was finally ready, he figured. His eyes were on the classy car that was driving down the street. This had been his first real job, he thought, amused at the memory. It’d been so nerve wracking--he was even a bit nervous now, even though he knew exactly how it ended.
“Y’sure he should be the one to do it?” Vinny asked behind them. “Boss, maybe I should do it--the kid’s only nine years old!”
“He can do it. The guy that’s drivin’ the car has real short legs, too,” Fang said. “Probably have those long sticks to make the pedals reach his feet.”
“I meant--“
Roch decided to ignore them, because the car was pulling to a stop at the curb and turning off. He slipped off the side of the building, climbing down the fire escape and slipping into the shadows at the side of the building. He peeked around the corner, watching as the short round fellow dropped out of the car and waddled up the steps of the building. He had a top hat on that was almost as tall as he was, a thin, strange hat that made Roch wonder how it had fit in the car. But now wasn’t the time--
“Four... three... two...” The street light flickered, then turned off. Roch raced forward, slipping into the car and reaching under the dash. He ducked his head down, turning on his tiny little flashlight so he could see what wires he was connecting. There was a tiny shot of electricity through his body as he hotwired the car, but he ignored it, sitting back up and shifting gear. It ground, making him wince, then it shot off, the nine year old kid behind the wheel.
The sound of Fang and the gang cheering reached his ears, making him grin like an idiot as he raced away. He wrecked it in two blocks, dragging himself out from behind the wheel and racing away before the boogies came. There was a tiny trickle of blood from his forehead, but he only bothered to wipe at it when it threatened to drip into his eye.
Even to this day, Roch thought as he raced around the corner of the building he’d crashed into. He could hear shouting, people screaming, boogies racing for the wreck--even to this day he still remembered exactly how the sound of metal and glass being destroyed sounded. Then again, that had been his first wreck.
“What the hell do you think you’re doin?” Fang demanded, grabbing the boil by the ear and hauling.
“Ow, ow, owwww,” Roch said. “It’s gonna pull off, Fang!!”
“Y’don’t steal cars for joy rides! You steal them for the parts! You just ruined a perfectly good pay check, you jackin’ moron!” the werewolf bellowed, slamming the small boil into the wall, hard. He loomed over Roch, much like a devil, his teeth gleaming in the faint flickering light of the lamp on the street outside their alley. “You’re worthless. A worthless little punk. I TOLD you--“ The huge paw came out, slapping Roch across the face. “DO WHAT YOU’RE TOLD!”
“Sorry Fang,” Roch said, not crying. He wanted to, sure, but he knew better even at nine. “I’ll do better.”
“You’re damned right you’ll do better.” Then Fang pulled back, as if he hadn’t just beaten on a child. “But did you see him take off?” he called to the rest of the gang. “Boil’s got promise! Let’s celebrate!” He grinned back at Roch, grabbing him by the back of the vest and hauling him along with the others. “Oh, and someone get the doc, kid smells like blood again.”
Vinny came forward, taking Roch away. Just like that Fang forgot about the boil, and Roch knew it. He looked up at Vinny, seeing the familiar undead face, and wondered now if Vinny ever got slapped around by Fang, too. He probably did, Roch thought now. Fang probably beat on all of them.
And Medea... somehow, reminded him a lot of Fang.
The scene went black, showing that this was a transition moment. For a moment there was a flash of something--something he was positive he didn’t want to dwell on for too long, long black hair, pouty lips--
The scene went black again. Roch almost didn’t want to know what was going to happen next. He was pretty sure he knew what had brought this dream on, though... that moron’s comment about him not being punk. Maybe he wasn’t punk anymore, he thought, even as the dream started up again. Maybe he was just a poser.
“Stop,” the kid at his feet said. “I said... please... stop, Roch, you proved your point.”
“I told you if I ever saw you in Wolf Territory I’d kill you,” the thirteen year old punk snarled, his guitar in the air. “Ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me.”
“Roch, I just came t--to tell you--“
The guitar came down, slamming hard into the other male’s shoulder. Roch heard a bone break. He knew the sound well, and he was pretty sure this was an ugly break. He could tell by the tears that welled in the monster’s eyes. “I didn’t ask for a message,” Roch snarled. “You jacked me over once, Benny, you ain’t doin’ it again.”
“Roch would you listen to me? I didn’t want to--I didn’t want to jack you over--but Fang--Fang said--“
“DON’T YOU JACKIN’ DARE TRY TO BLAME FANG!” Roch bellowed, hitting the boil again.
“Fang lied to you,” the boil said--right before Roch knocked him out.
“Get this trash out of my territory,” Roch snarled at the other gang members, stalking away. Benny had squealed on him. He still knew that for a fact to this day, Roch thought, letting his body go through the actions it had back then. So why was this memory coming to him. He headed to the old street corner, dropping down next to Bones and resting his face in his hands.
“You need to stop playin’ with that gang of yours,” Bones said. “Should have never joined up with them in the first place.”
“What does a drunk know?” Roch demanded coldly.
“Boil, don’t you go takin’ that tone with me,” Bones snapped. “I might be a drunk, but I’m the only one in this neighborhood that expects better out of you.”
“Bones...” he stopped, not asking--not wanting to know. “Never mind. I’m ready for my lesson,” he said, summoning his guitar.
“Not like that, you ain’t,” Bones said. “Go sharpen your guitar. It always sounds flat when you play like that.”
Roch looked at the guitar, then got to his feet, walking off.
The dream went black again. This time the short moment came with feeling, legs wrapped around his waist, fingers buried into his hair, soft lips pressed against his--
He changed the channel. His mind was trying to tell him something--(well, something OTHER than the fact he was frustrated) but he was too tired to figure it out, he thought, sinking into a deeper sleep.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:17 pm
Frustration. Serious, serious frustration. It was starting to overwhelm even his whole no sleep thing. Every little movement in the middle of the night made Roch wake up, staring up at the ceiling and knowing that he could just roll over and--
Punk boil was frustrated. But the more he thought about trying something, the more he started to worry about OTHER things. Which was exactly what he was doing right now as his sweet little mermaid rolled over, one leg and arm draped over his body, her chest pressed against his side, only the thin material of her sleeping shirt separating them. She was hot, almost burning to the already warm teenager. And he could feel her breath against his skin, tiny little breaths that stroked his skin--
He looked down, an air of inevitability to him, and slid out of her arms, heading for the restroom. He couldn’t keep sleeping over like this, he thought as he turned on the cold water in the skin, splashing it in his face. He had to cool off. He looked down then slipped back into the room, grabbing his phone from the bed and heading out the door. Cold night air would help, he figured. Distance from his ghoulfriend wouldn’t hurt. He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the monster dorm, moving so he was standing in the shadows. He wasn’t supposed to be sleeping at the monster dorm. He wondered if he’d get kicked out over it.
There was a little smile pulling at his lips at that thought. Clearly it didn’t bother him nearly as much as it should have. It wasn’t cold enough, he thought. There was a cold breeze at least, but he was still frustrated. He could still feel her pressed into his side, still hear those tiny little sighs--
He looked at his phone. Idly he brought up the contact list, looking for someone he could bug at three in the morning without feeling guilty about it. Someone he could talk to about-- he stopped, staring at a particular number for a long moment, then tapping the screen with a sigh.
It rang. And rang. Until he got the answering machine, which he yelled into. “WAKE UP YOU LAZY b*****d!” Only to realize that he probably shouldn’t have done that. So he shadowstepped away, hiding in one of the neighboring trees. The phone rang a few moments later. “Mornin’ Dad,” he said, evilly.
“Who’s dead?” Austin demanded.
“Nobody.”
“Yet,” Austin said darkly. “Because I’m gonna KILL you. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Did I catch you with a ghoul or somethin?” Roch asked. This was better, he thought. Torturing someone else seemed to be a great way to blow off some steam.
“I was sleeping, and I’m gonna go back to sleep now--“
“Dad I need to ask you somethin,” Roch said quickly. “About--y’know... ghouls.”
For a moment he thought that Austin had hung up on him. Then there was a heavy sigh on the phone. “Alright, ask,” Austin said. “I’ll stay awake.”
“Amphi’s... she’s been havin’ nightmares,” Roch started out slowly. “She was really bad a week or two ago, she’s startin’ to calm down--but she doesn’t wanna sleep alone. And, y’know, since I’m the boilfriend--“
“You’ve been sleeping with her.”
“Yeah--wait, no, we haven’t done anything yet! I mean....” He fell silent, running a hand over his face. “Dad, I want to sleep with her. I mean, it’s startin’ to be the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on it before I go to sleep. I’m startin’ to get obsessed, even--“
“And?”
“We’ve only been datin’ a month,” Roch said. “And I don’t know if it’s serious, but it sure as hell FEELS serious, and she went through somethin--well, school can get hard, y’know? Right now... Dad... she lost her voice. She can’t talk.”
“Something that bad happened?”
“.... yeah.”
“Dammit, what are those teachers thinking? Look, kid, this isn’t the time to be thinkin’ with your d**k,” Austin said flatly. “This is the time to be lookin’ into special help. And lookin’ for a new school for both of you.”
“I’ll graduate soon, so will she,” Roch said. “It’s--we just need to finish it.”
“Okay... gimme a moment to think,” Austin said. “Is there anyone else you trust enough for her to sleep over with?” he asked finally. “You need to get some distance, and to focus on the fact that she’s goin’ through a lot more than you are. If you gotta whack off, do it,” he said bluntly. “But it sounds like right now Amphi’s in a really delicate situation. Do you love her?”
“... I think so.”
“You think so.”
“Yeah,” Roch said. “Look, I thought I was in love with Xiu--I ain’t the most experienced guy out there. What if I’m just crushin’ and I figure it out? Or what if she’s just crushin’ and realizes it all of a sudden? How the hell do you stay ‘friends’ with someone after that? Especially if y’wind up sleepin’ with her? So yeah, I know I shouldn’t do it. I’m not doin’ it. She’s too important to... do it just cuz I’m horny. She needs like, hell, I dunno... somethin’ more than just banged cuz she’s hot. But a guy can only take so much, Dad!”
“So? Who do you trust enough to leave her with overnight?” Austin asked.
“... Danny. One of her other ghoul friends,” he listed. “At least I figure. I don’t really know who all she’s pals with, other than that Thana guy, and he’s out.”
“Then do this. Have Danny ask her over for a sleepover. LOTS of sleepovers,” Austin said. “She’ll do it. You’ll get some time to step away from that a** and get your head on straight.”
“Dammit, Dad, don’t go talkin’ about my ghoulfriend’s a**! That’s creepier than hell.”
“Deal with it,” Austin said. “And look, kid, when things get too rough--don’t be afraid to ask for help,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, I know,” Roch said, hanging up and staring at the Monster Dorm with a dark expression. He’d thought it before. Getting out of this school was probably a good idea. But the stuff that hit this school first would hit the rest of Halloween unless there were stupid bastards like him to try and block it somewhat. But...
Only one year left. And with Amphi the way she was... wouldn’t it be smarter to avoid field trips? Maybe he’d take her on a vacation for a week or two on his bike, they could see the world. He knew he’d offered to take the horseman-- but the less time under horsemen influence, the better, he figured. He jumped out of the tree, grabbing the limb he’d been sitting on with one hand to keep from falling loudly then dropped silently to the ground, sneaking back into the monster dorm.
He slipped into Amphi’s room, staring into the wall aquarium for a moment as the smell of the room sank into him. His eyes moved to the ghoul sound asleep, tangled in the sheets on the bed. Her hair fanned out over the pillow, her face flushed slightly, her breathing shallow. Jack she was beautiful. It made his heart hurt. He let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face, swearing he would move out in the morning.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:14 am
(Pre BotB)
If they knew how he felt right now, they’d be shocked, Roch thought as he headed into the forest. He’d been called and told that Danny was finally awake--that meant he was expected to run to her side, to coddle her, to cry tears of joy over the fact that she was back again--but all he really wanted to do was yell at her. “YOU JACKING MOOORRROOOONNN!!!” he bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth. Various bird minipets raced away into the air, the smaller ones on the ground went stampeding, and he ignored them.
He didn’t feel any better for shouting, so he summoned his guitar, slamming it against the nearest tree and cursing as the guitar chopped through the wood. Regardless, he whacked it again, and a third time, making the tree fall over, dead.
Who the jack were they to decree how he felt about something? Just assume that since he and Danny were best friends he would just ignore the fact that she had done something massively retarded and completely lacking in self-preservation--this wasn’t the first time she’d done it, either. He could still remember her fading out of existence in the Hunter’s land. How in the JACK was he supposed to trust her to have his back when she didn’t even have her own?
He dropped down on the fallen tree, spreading his legs out in front of him and seriously contemplating his choice of best friends. Sure he liked her. But was this really going to work for the rest of school? In situations where he expected her to take care of herself as well as what was in front of them--how could he trust her? He’d always assumed that Danny had his back--that she might be stupid, but she wasn’t suicidal. But clearly he was wrong.
“Who are you?” he asked himself almost silently. It was another thing that had bothered him since his dream about the past. Who was he now? How did he reconcile who he was in the past with who he was now? Because unless he went back to just a little of who he once was... he wasn’t sure he was going to survive if he went back home.
And that’s what this fight really was about, now wasn’t it? The old Roch was even now writing Danny off as a liability. And she was, he admitted. He’d always admitted that she could BE one if she wasn’t careful, but now he couldn’t even toss the “could be” in. She was a liability--and everyone expected him to ignore that fact and coo over her like something horrible had happened. All the jackin’ times as a kid when he’d been knocked out for days--for weeks--not once had someone coddled over him, and those had been in legitimate fights! Danny? She slipped and fell. Big jackin’ whoop.
He was being an a**, and he knew it. But wasn’t that who he was deep down? A little twitch pulled at his lips, a crooked smile crossing his face. Yeah, he might have kept that fact to himself more often than not, but Roch knew himself well. When it came down to it the only one Roch had to rely on was himself. He’d been a fool to rely on the others.
What about Amphi?
The question haunted him and he scowled, leaning back on the log. Had he ever really relied on Amphi? Wasn’t it always the other way around? ......no, he thought, remembering that phone call in the middle of the desert. He’d relied on Amphi. He’d relied on Danny, too, and Danny had always come through. But--
He didn’t want to coddle her. He didn’t even want to talk to her at the moment. If he did, he knew he would yell at her--there’d be another fall out, and the rest of his pals would be irritated with him, because obviously this time it would be HIS fault, even he realized it.
Amphi was a liability.
The one liner was whispered, but he knew it was his own mind talking. Amphi was a huge liability with that tracker in her. Should he just walk away from both of them? Go back to the Roch of old--the one that had beaten a close friend to unconsciousness because he’d been a liability? What would either of them think if they knew about his past--really knew about his past? Those years before he came to school he’d been growing more and more full of rage. It would happen quickly, without warning. He would snap, thirteen, fourteen years old and out of control...
The change to a new school--the bursts of fighting and almost dying and dying--they’d kept him from having TIME to lose it much. The relationship with his dad hadn’t hurt, either. He’d gotten to the point where people voted him in as prom jester--the cheerful joker that gave everyone a laugh. He kept his cool, kept a smile on his face--
But even those things weren’t enough for this big of a change... When had he changed this much? HOW had he changed this much? What was so different now--
He jerked as a certain face flashed in his mind. Was that it? Was he the one that--
No... no... it made sense, but it couldn’t be--
Roch stood, running a hand over his face and wondering if he was just trying to shift the blame onto someone else. It made sense, of course, in a horrible way. But was he really that easily influenced?
A memory flashed through his mind, himself as a six year old boil walking down a big, dangerous street and being offered candy.
Yeah, he thought darkly, yeah he was.
And now he knew... while he didn’t need to talk to Danny just yet, he DID need to talk to someone else. He needed to talk to Fang. It would take some time--even with his bike. He would have to wait until after the battle of the bands, he thought. Then he’d skip out, go home, and deal with the loose ends he should have tied up a long time ago.
((WC: 1040))
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 4:53 pm
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