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Post by cyril jett winchester on May 6, 2013 22:10:37 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] Who missed the Crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#282629; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:09px; color:#6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Cyril laid in his bed, half awake, the sun beams aimed directly at his eyes. He rolled onto his side, not wanting to get up just yet. After about five minutes of trying to go back to sleep, Cyril gave up and finally moved from his comfortable nest. For once, he skipped the bathroom, since he didn't get drunk the night before. His old purple bruises were turning a lighter shade of purple mixed with blue on his skin. He sighed as he looked at the kitchen.
Too lazy to make anything for breakfast, and seeing as he had forgotten to buy food, yet again, he chose not to eat. His stomach wanted him to chose otherwise as it protested loudly. Cy made coffee and doctored it up just as he liked it before standing next to one of his apartment windows.
The morning droned on and on, as if it was a whole day before it was finally noon. By that time Cyril had gotten dressed, and gone out to buy a week's supply of groceries. He ate silently, welcoming the buzz of the AC and loving the taste of his chicken sandwich.
When the clock announced 1PM he put on his boots again, took his keys and sunglasses, left and locked the apartment. Direction: the mall. He had been looking for a guitar with a fairly good price for some time now. He smiled at the thought. Being able to play guitar had always been one of his dreams, even though he had no idea how to play the instrument.
As he made his way to the mall he seemed to pass far too many people. The heat and the people everywhere mixed together did not mend well with him. For at least thirty minutes, he walked unpleasantly through the crowd.
At least the mall wasn't all that far, he could see it at least two streets away. He tried to hurry to it, not wanting to spend too much time away from his safe place that he called home. When he finally got to it, it was almost 2 o'clock already. He sighed with exasperation, not wanting to be around the rest of the populace for any longer.
Going from floor to floor, Cyril kept his eye out for the specific shop he wanted to buy from, while looking for a water bottle stand. When he finally got to the store, he was able to buy the love of his life. Placing her in her case, he paid and happily left the boutique. [/style][style=width:490px; height:50px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-color:#5b91b0; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#393238;][style=height:5px;] Kaiser[/style] [/style] |
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kaiser lucas frei
~ e f f y ~[music:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vnr3qa7IChY]
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Post by kaiser lucas frei on May 6, 2013 23:59:37 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] Would you mind if I killed you?
Would you mind if I tried to? [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#282629; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:09px; color:#6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Kaiser sat in the food court by himself, munching down on his meal of tacos and soda. After so much talk of the food in the Cbox, he'd finally given into temptation. He could have gone to any Taco Bell, though. It didn't have to be the one in the mall.
But it was, and it was for one reason: people. The fast food place had its share of people, of course, but they were usually families or lonely fat people, and the air was really depressing. Kaiser didn't like the mall, nor did he like people, but he loved sitting there and trying to guess what people were like from where he sat. He saw a group of kids -- middleschoolers, he assumed -- all behaving awfully loud and awfully awkward, as preteens were basically inclined to behave. In a matter of minutes, he was able to see who had a crush who, who was the Moon Moon of the group, and who was leading the whole mall expedition. Kaiser grinned to himself and shook his head, taking a bite out of one of his tacos.
He shifted his eyes to another set of people; an elderly couple. They looked like they were in their own little world, ignoring all the bubbling stupidity around them. He envied them, as fun as watching all the people was.
They looked so into each other, locking eyes and talking about things out of earshot. With the way they laughed, it looked like they were reminiscing. He could just imagine how many inside jokes they had. He lowered his gaze back to his food, his smile fading.
He toyed around with the bits of condiments that had fallen from his lunch. The older people should have inspired him, that love really did exist. But it sure as hell didn't seem to work like that in his world.
The tall, German boy glanced up as a little girl walked by with her mother, staring with big brown eyes at him as they passed.
Kaiser wasn't the only one doing the searching-and-judging. Mall-goers who managed to catch a glimpse of the foreigner were all immediately interested; some even sympathetic, to the split lip and bruise he bore.
The other night, he'd gotten into a quarrel with his father that Kai didn't even understand. Angry, drunken slur. Flying fists. Bloodshot eyes. That was all Kaiser could make out in the fight.
The bruise on his cheekbone came from just a bitter exchange of words: his father triggering him, and Kai's temper getting the better of him. Of course, besides that one fight in Sophomore year, Kaiser didn't want to hit anyone. He had yet to really lay a hand on his dad, so it was only the teenage boy who left with a 'war wound'.
Disgusted by himself and by how scared the little girl looked when she saw him, Kai threw out the garbage that his tacos left and began to walk away. He wasn't ready to go home yet; the bruise was fresh from the morning and he wasn't ready to return to the shithole he lived in. He wandered into a part of the mall that had circular benches that were mostly unoccupied, and sat down there.
The huge clock in the mall told him it was 2:47 pm. Not late enough. He sighed and leaned back, gingerly touching the black mark on his cheek. It wasn't as sore as it was that morning, but even pressing on it the slightest bit caused a jolt of searing pain.
Kaiser crossed his arms against his chest, his right leg getting a case of the shakes. He didn't have much money left and he wasn't going to blow off cash to waste time either, so he was out of things to do. He could go to the park or somewhere less populated, but he'd sprained his ankle after hurrying out of the house and he still had something of a limp. [/style][style=width:490px; height:50px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-color:#DFA21F; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#393238;][style=height:5px;] Lol 'sup.[/style] [/style] |
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Post by cyril jett winchester on May 8, 2013 20:50:08 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] Who missed the Crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#282629; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:09px; color:#6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Making his way out the overcrowded isle, Cyril went inside a pet shop next, looking at the cats and dogs. He found one to his liking but the price was to high for the little money he had left. He lingered a bit, looking at the other animals with a smile. It had been a long time since he'd been at a pet shop.
As he walked out he waved to the cashier and started looking for an ice cream stand or something of the sort. He couldn't find any so he kept on wandering through the mall. At some point he realized people were looking at him strange and for a second he felt self-conscious until he remembered his bruises and how he hadn't covered them up at all today, other than his white tank top.
Cy rolled his shoulders and frowned, he was used to this sort of attention but not with so many people staring at him. He started walking faster, not wanting to attract any kind of attention other than stares. He hid in the bathroom for about five minutes. As he came out the cost was pretty much clear.
He decided to try and find a place where there weren't a lot of people. His feet were starting to hurt, so he thought he should sit down. When he saw the circularly placed benches that were mostly empty he sighed with relief. Hurrying to sit, he didn't notice that bastard sitting on the bench next to his. Cyril slowly turned his head, a blank expression painted on his face, and looked at Kaiser.
The first thing he saw was the bruise under his eye. Purple and fresh, he guessed. Seemed to hurt, but Cyril could care less about the pain. He was just curious who hit him. Sure, Cyril had his blue stains, some more visible through his almost see-through tank top, others easily hidden. Cyril's face turned from blank to curious within seconds, not wanting to ask Kaiser how he got the bruise yet. [/style][style=width:490px; height:50px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-color:#5b91b0; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#393238;][style=height:5px;] I'll punch you You fuck[/style] [/style] |
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Post by kaiser lucas frei on May 9, 2013 20:07:18 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] Would you mind if I killed you?
Would you mind if I tried to? [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#282629; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:09px; color:#6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Kaiser continued his game from the food court, judging people as they past. There were a few cute girls every now and then, but he lost interest in them as soon as they opened their mouth and he heard their snotty-girl sneer. Briefly, his mind scrolled back to Durango. Man, she was pretty. Kai leaned back again as he thought about her, closing his eyes. He was surprised she was interested him -- sexually, that was. She made it clear that she didn't want any kind of relationship beyond shag-mate, which was more disappointing than Kaiser would admit.
He scrunched up his face, opening his eyes afterward and sighing. The German boy hunched over his body, resting his elbows on his knees. Staring down at his shoes, he wondered what Virginia had in store for him. He'd gone to college, gotten kicked out, partied, fought with his father, tried drugs he'd never even dreamed of doing before, gone to jail, shagged a beautiful girl (more than once), gotten rejected before the idea formed in his head... what else was there left for him? Maybe it was his time to move on again, but realistically, he wasn't much a drifter. Wherever he went, he was going to attract trouble and hate everyone just like he always did.
Huffing out his frustration, he lifted his eyes back to the crowd. An immoral sight fell upon him. That tall, booze-spilling, piece of shit son of a bitch. What was he doing here? He didn't seem like the sort of assmunch who would spend time in a mall. But... then again, neither did Kaiser.
He didn't want to talk to his bitch ass, but he kept giving him this analytical look that made Kai want to punch him in the face with the mood he was in. He looked away, furrowing his brows and trying to ignore him. When he felt the stare burning into his skin, he finally turned his body toward him and grunted, "What?"
Kaiser then remembered what his face looked like and his eyes widened, a slight panic overtaking him. He looked away from Cyril, his nose crinkled and his fingertips grazing his bruise. Shit.
[/style][style=width:490px; height:50px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-color:#DFA21F; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#393238;][style=height:5px;] Come at me bro.[/style] [/style] |
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Post by cyril jett winchester on May 20, 2013 11:08:16 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] Who missed the Crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#282629; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:09px; color:#6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Cyril noticed how Kaiser was getting upset. If he would of been any normal person, he would of left or at least looked away. Cyril was not a normal person. He was a jerk, and making Kaiser uneasy kind of made Cy smile. Kind of. He had to admit that he wasn't that cruel. He looked away, knowing what it was like to have a bruise and not wanting to show it.
As he placed his guitar on the bench next to him. He relaxed and started watching people coming and go, though there was mainly no one. This quiet part of the mall was nice. He took his sunglasses off his head after a bit and placed them on his guitar.
"So," He started "How'd it happen?"
His question seemed to echo throughout the globe-like room and he stared at the ceiling. When he looked back down, he winced. Great, he had barely touched a bruise and it hurt already. He lightly placed a hand to his right ribs, panicking at the thought of having a broken rib or something similar.
He sighed heavily, hating the idea. Hell, he could've just left Kaiser alone and his blue and purple patch wouldn't of hurt. But his curiousness always got the best of him and he ended up staying. He still didn't look at Kaiser as he kept his hand on his ribs, it was, for him, a way to ease the pain somewhat. [/style][style=width:490px; height:50px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-color:#5b91b0; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#393238;][style=height:5px;] I'll punch you You fuck[/style] [/style] |
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