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Post by Jazmin on Oct 8, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -5
"You be careful out there, Eric. I don't want to have to pay for a funeral, you hear?"
Eric Kane stepped out from the shelter of his home and began down the stoop, calling over his shoulder, "I will, Mom." She didn't need to worry about him. He could take care of himself. As long as he had his knives and his gun, he would be fine. Plus, he was itching to use his newly carved knife.
Taking a right, the teenage boy clung to the shadows, his walk similar to that of a feral beast. He had been foolish enough once before to walk in the open, and it had cost him. He had an old scar that his hair hid, just above his left temple. It was nearly invisible.
Glancing down the roads and alleyways, Eric knew he had no destination. He didn't have anywhere to be except for away. His father would be home from work soon, and that meant Eric should get out of the house while he still can. His father was always in a bad mood after a long day at work.
A breeze blew, disturbing the trench coat that the boy always wore, causing it to blow open and show his black shirt and dark jeans. Pulling the coat shut again, Eric growled bitterly at the air and walked once more, hugging his body lightly to keep the coat shut.
Dust from one of the allies blew into Eric's eyes. He instantly snapped his hand up to his face and rubbed it. "Ouch, dammit," he cursed. He pulled his hand back and blinked rapidly, clearing his vision. "Cut me some slack, wind. What did I do to you today?" He hadn't lit up yet today. In fact, his cigarettes had stayed in his trench coat pocket all day, and he had just put it on before he had left the house.
Deciding that the wind was concerned because he hadn't smoked yet, Eric pulled one of the white sticks from its container and put it in his mouth. He pulled out a lighter, shielded it from the wind, and flicked it to life, bringing the flame to the end of the cigarette. The paper finally began to burn, and Eric sucked in, causing the light to to jump to life. He let the smoke sit in his lungs for a little bit, then slowly exhaled.
The smoke played before him for a brief moment before it vanished. It curled and danced, showing off its flexibility before it became invisible. Eric continued to walk once again, humming a soft tune, his hands in his pockets, and the cigarette held by the corner of his mouth. He never knew what that tune was, but it never seemed to bother him. If you didn't know the tune, you couldn't get carried away with it. Eric hated getting carried away with himself.
"Hmph, you know what?" the boy asked himself quietly, halting. He took the cigarette from his lips and glanced out into the streets. "I'm gonna actually walk on the sidewalk today, not just the shadows." That sounded like a stupid plan, but it was something to do. And since nobody was around...
Sidestepping twice, Eric peeled into the light of day, and began to walk again, taking another drag from his smoke. He blew out again, watching the cloud bellow before him.
Eric smirked.
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Post by {Fawn} on Oct 17, 2010 14:13:16 GMT -5
A girl walked casually down the sidewalk of Lace City, her oddly colored hair hiding her face from the world. She looked around at her surroundings, expecting to be alone, but surprisingly, there was a boy ahead of her.
He's not very attractive, with his pale skin and black hair, Fawn Lancer thought to herself, but I'm one to talk. She slowed her pace down as she got closer to the strange boy, declining into a slow walk. When she was about six feet from him, she tripped herself, and fell flat on the ground.
Her face strung with pain from skidding against the cement, and her hands felt the same way. Her switchblade that she carried in her breast pocket of her jacket flew out and landed right in front of the males feet. She pushed herself up, grabbed her knife, and ran the other direction. Fawn turned into the nearest alleyway and sat down, folding her legs next to her body and letting tears running down her face, which stung her scrape. Most people would shriek from the pain, but she ignored it and hid her face in her palms, continuing to cry.
OOC: GR! So short compared to yours!
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Post by Jazmin on Oct 17, 2010 21:01:58 GMT -5
OOC:: Don't worry. You gave me enough to work with.
Eric had watched as the girl had approached him. She wasn't a gang member, but that didn't keep his guard from lowering. Loners could be a very dangerous group, sometimes even more so than the gangs themselves.
He puffed on his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke through his nose. She was watching him from behind her hair; he could feel it.
When she tripped, Eric's first thought was that she was lunging at him. He could see the glint of silver that was escaping her breast pocket. Taking a hasty step backwards with a muttered curse, Eric watched as she splayed out ungracefully on the pavement and her switchblade clanked against his shoes. His sharp gaze lowered to the blade, but just as he was about to lean over to pick it up for her, she moved like a bullet and grabbed it away.
"Hey!" he shouted after her as she scrambled to her feet and bolted away. "Hey, you, girl, wait!" Gripping onto the burning white stick in his mouth with his teeth, the male jumped into a sprint and took off down the street.
He was instinctively guided into the shadows. If someone saw him chasing her, they would get suspicious.
She turned sharply into an alley. Eric halted at the corner and looked around it, taking his cigarette into his hand. "Hey, are you okay? That was a nasty fall you took back there," he said, kneeling down. He did not enter the alley at all. He was terrified of the allies.
Reaching out to her crumpled self, he touched his fingertips to her arm. He could see that her face was bleeding. "You shouldn't touch your cuts; they might get infected." He allowed his hand to become limp, dangling beside her, but not touching her.
"You shouldn't be in the allies," he told her, his eyes shadowing over. "It's dangerous."
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Post by {Fawn} on Oct 19, 2010 18:06:20 GMT -5
OOC: She's very emo...
She listened to the male, not sure what to do. Just so he would leave her alone, she stood up, running into his hand that had been dangling by her side, exited the ally, and sat down just outside of the alley, staying in the shadows. She didn't like being out in the streets, she felt to exposed, she preferred to be at her home, but she had been on her way back to school to get her assignment she had accidentally left there.
Her tears had dried up, and she just sat there, staring at the strange boy. He had tried to help her, but why? She continued staring at him, waiting for him to say something.
OOC: Can't go any farther without power-playing
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Post by Jazmin on Oct 20, 2010 19:25:40 GMT -5
Eric pulled his hand back as she stood up, placing both hands on his knees. He looked so little in that pose, like a small child. His eyes watched her carefully as she simply moved to outside of the alley. He scurried backwards and took a seat next to her.
"What are you doing out here anyways?" he asked, growing uncomfortable under her stare. "Shouldn't you know that it's dangerous to be walking out in the middle of nowhere?" A little hint of bitterness was crawling into his voice, to make it seem like he wasn't worried. He honestly didn't, but it was in his nature to sound soft and caring. He took after his mother too, too much.
Flicking his hair back (OOC:: NYA! Justin Beiber! xP) with a soft grunt, Eric took a glance down each side of the street. Coast was clear. Remembering he had a burning cigarette in his hand, Eric lifted the white stick to his lips and brought it to life with a long drag that made a few embers flake away. Turning his eyes expectantly towards the girl, his breathed out, being sure that none of the smoke went into her face. That was plain rude, and she didn't deserve it. Yet.
"Well?" he persisted after counting to three in his mind. Three seconds was all he usually allowed for someone to answer, and he would press his question after that time had passed. It was annoying to some, but Eric liked to keep conversations quick.
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Post by {Fawn} on Oct 21, 2010 16:54:58 GMT -5
The girl slightly glared at the boy and said, "I forgot a homework assignment at the school and was headed back to get it. Unlike most people that go to my school, I actually care about my grades." Her voice shook and she cleared her throat to get rid of it.
She relaxed her eyes when she spotted what was in the boys mouth, a cigarette. He inhaled it and the girl flicked her eyes away in disgust; she had tried them once and almost got sick. She thought it was disgusting how people let it rule their lives.
Looking back at the boy, and wiping her last tears away, she asked him, "Why are you out here if it's so dangerous?" She gave him a type of know-it-all look, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Jazmin on Oct 22, 2010 9:53:29 GMT -5
Eric snorted at her educational comment, but said nothing more. He was certainly one of those most that didn't care. School was too easy for him, and there was no excitement.
"Me?" he repeated her, lifting his brows. "Well," he began, looking out away from her, "I like to walk. Used to be a track fella, before these damned things popped up." He gestured to the cigarette he was talking around. "Some hard drugs and a few personal problems led to me nearly killing myself as a freshman, and I stopped running for competition. Now I just go out everyday and walk. I normally stick to the shadows, but I felt like being a dumbass today and I walked where you saw me." He smiled for a second, then his face flattened and he brought up a thin hand to brush his hair back. It simply went back into place, but he didn't seem to really take notice.
"I walk out here because I know how to fight. I've been learning my whole life how to do a number on someone. And now I have the Shade Blades." He spared her a glance from the corner of his eye. "I can handle danger. But even I can't handle the allies without the gang. So it spooks me a little when crying girls just stroll right on in like it's their turf. You could run into one of the gang members, and they'll kill ya."
He took another long drag on his cigarette, noting it was almost out. Taking it from his mouth, he smeared the still-burning end on the sidewalk and flicked the butt away. Then he slowly breathed out, watching the smoke bellow out from his lungs. It twisted around his knees and vanished. He was hoping that this stranger couldn't see his soft spot. He was too caring, too nice, too gentle. That's why he was only a half and half member of the gang. He never really participated in the gang activities because they usually involved harming the innocent.
"Just spooks me some, that's all."
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Post by {Fawn} on Nov 5, 2010 15:19:35 GMT -5
The girl rolled her eyes at the boy. He seemed to be one of those slightly superstitious people. She took this as an opportunity to leave.
Standing up, she pushed against the wall, causing her to wince in pain. Applying pressure to her hand by squeezing it with the other, she said, "Well thanks for caring, but I should really get going."
She extended her hand, the one not bleeding anymore, and waited for the boy to take it and shake so she could leave.
OOC: No muse. Sorry
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Post by Jazmin on Mar 3, 2011 16:58:30 GMT -5
Eric felt a short sense of worry for the girl. She was clumsy, having proved that by falling flat on her face. She wasn't fit to be out here. So he hurriedly stood up. "Hey," he said uncomfortably. He hadn't spoken to a girl without trying to creep her out for a long time. He make sure he didn't lean forward, something he usually would do. He was the person to get into personal space. "I'll walk ya home," he offered. "You ran from me, just wait 'till you see one of my gang friends."
Trying to smile a little, Eric ignored the feeling in his gut that told him he was being serious. There were dangerous guys out there.
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Post by {Fawn} on Mar 3, 2011 17:20:32 GMT -5
The brunet was shocked at the offer, but hid it from her face, although her eyes may have widened slightly for a second.
Trying not to make it awkward, she said, "Sure." Fawn smiled an honest smile, not like most of the ones she had to fake at school like when a teacher told a corny joke they thought was hilarious.
Not wanting to have to have Eric look at her nasty scrape, she shoved her hands into her pockets of her jacket. Even if the blood ran off into her pockets, it wouldn't matter; the jacket was black.
Racking her brain for something to say, to start a conversation, she thought back to what he had said. Starting towards her street, assuming he would follow, she asked, "So what gang are you in?"
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Post by Jazmin on Mar 3, 2011 17:43:48 GMT -5
Eric was surprised she had asked. He slid his hands into his pockets and jerked his chin for the yound woman to follow him out of the alley. "Shade Blades," he said. "And the alleys are our home. That's why I wanted you out of there. I'm kinda the pussy of the gang," he added with a cocky grin, "I don't like people getting hurt for no reason."
Eric glanced in either direction before he decided to leave the alley, and was glad he did. He saw his father's car rolling up the street. With a small squeak of fear, he ducked back, pulling the girl back with him. He slammed his own back against the brick wall, fear making his heart pound.
He peeked back forward a second later. The car was gone, having turned the corner to go to Eric's house. "Sorry," he told the girl quickly, "that was my dad. He doesn't like me being anywhere but out of his sights."
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Post by {Fawn} on Mar 3, 2011 19:05:00 GMT -5
Fawn was about to respond and turn the corner, when she was jerked backwards by Eric. Letting out a tired sigh, she flopped against the wall next to the boy.
Leaning forward so she could reach into her booty pocket, she grabbed her pack of cigarettes. She didn't smoke too often, but a drag once every so often felt satisfying. Standing up, she reached into her breast pocket and pulled out her lighter. Her eyes flashed bigger when the flame started, and she lit her cigarette. Holding the pack towards Eric, she took a drag and asked, "Want one?"
Realizing what he had said, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and asked, "Why's your dad a spaz about seeing you?"
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Post by Jazmin on Mar 3, 2011 19:54:15 GMT -5
Eric smiled and took a light from her offered pack. He used his own lighter to bring the cigarette to life and took a deep, greedy drag before he responded, the smoke bellowing from between his lips and nostrils as he spoke. "Dad's always been a spaz. Plus he's a real ego killer."
He almost laughed. But he was serious. "And he's got one good solid swing," he continued. "Dunno what I did to piss him off and make him hate me, though."
Shrugging, Eric tried to pretend it didn't matter to him.
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Post by {Fawn} on Mar 3, 2011 20:14:54 GMT -5
Fawn sighed. She felt bad for the guy. Sounded like his dad was kind of abusive and he couldn't do anything about it. She knew what that felt like, not being able to do anything about a shitty situation.
"I know how you feel. Kinda anyway. In a shitty situation where you're controlled by you parent and there's nothing you can do and you're forced to wear stupid frilly dresses and sip tea and say 'please' and 'thank you' constantly...." The brunette had gotten more angered with every word, not realizing what she was saying and that her hands had clenched into fist, causing her cigarette to snap and fall to the ground.
"Fack."
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Post by Jazmin on Mar 3, 2011 20:43:13 GMT -5
All Eric could manage was a strained chuckle, memories flickering before his own eyes.
He fished into his pocket and pulled out his own pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He handed it to her. "Here, you need this more than I do. And I owe you one," he said softly. He turned his head away as she lit up, letting painful memories dance before him.
The time when his father came home so drunk after being fired was the wost one. He had always only hit Eric in private, away from his mother. But that night he struck Eric so hard that he spiraled to the ground and hit his head on the wall, right in front of his mother. She had screamed in fear and anger, helping Eric as he already was trying to stand.
"Uh, we can go now," he suddenly said, realizing that he had probably been spacing out for a while. "He's gone."
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