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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 22:26:33 GMT 1
hey hun!
Thread is up!
So what do you think?
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 30, 2009 22:27:52 GMT 1
I like it! Especially how you reply.
Sooooo much easier!
-laughs-
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 22:32:28 GMT 1
awsome...
*smiles*
it is isn't it?
Now... about the rp...
Would you rather it be HP based, or in the normal world?
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 30, 2009 22:35:45 GMT 1
hmmm....
Maybe the normal world.
Like they go to an all boys boarding school or something...
That way testosterone levels are high
-laughs-
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 22:36:59 GMT 1
OOOh yeah.... lol
they could have to be roomies maybe? lol...
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 30, 2009 22:38:43 GMT 1
yeah!
Like it's a new year, they've just come back from summer break (so they're in kind of good moods, because they're escaping their family for another year).
Then they find out they're roommates, and they're okay at first, and then BAM!
They totally start to hate each other.
-grins-
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 22:40:17 GMT 1
lol..
okay then! let's get the party started... lol
working on my starter...
might take a bit...
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 30, 2009 22:42:04 GMT 1
take your time!
-grins-
this'll be fun...
oh and by the way.
I have to leave in one hour or so because I have a church thing to go to.
bleh....
but I'll respond back when I come back from leaving, so keep posting when I leave.
-smiles-
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 22:44:38 GMT 1
lol
*smiles*
will do!
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 23:16:27 GMT 1
James sighed as he sat at a bar downing a shot. He looked around running a hand through his dirty-blond hair. He closed his eyes for a moment. It was only one month into summer holiday and he was already exhausted, battered and bruised. James was getting sick and tired of always having to try and find ways to survive and stay sane. Life had never been easy for the troubled 16 year old but right now it was downright unbearable. He shook his head clear downing another shot ignoring the girl that were eying him. He never seemed short of female attention, but tonight he wasn’t looking for a quick fling, no tonight he was going to get completely wasted. He just didn’t want to think about anything and a few years ago he had learned alcohol performed miracles. That... and other things he and his friends had tried. Before he was able to down another shot though he was grabbed by the arm.
“James” came a hiss near his ear and the blond simply rolled his eyes. This was just fucking brilliant. He was now taking to following him? He slowly turned his head towards the big, fourty-something male looming over him. He knew he was busted and had no choice. He was yanked from his seat and as James put some money on the counter to pay for his drinks he was dragged out the door and shoved into a car. When they got him he was slammed against the wall and he suppressed a wince. His sea-colored eyes simply glared at the man in defiance. He was punched in the face “What part of stay in your room do you not understand?” he hissed slamming his fist into his gut. James was seriously starting to think that these people were conspiring together to drive him insane.
He knew he was a screw-up. He was classed as a rebel, a trouble-maker. And if you counted getting into fights with morons that seemed to always want to annoy him trouble then yes. He smirked. Okay there also was the cutting class, drinking, drugs, getting into trouble with the police... but those were all trivial matters, weren’t they? Hell he still heard the scolding voice of his social worker: “James, you need to try harder, school has been mentioning there have been some problems and you’ve been in trouble with the police” she had said. James had narrowed his stormy sea-colored eyes at her. “Fuck that” he had grumbled in response “They don’t know nothing” he muttered. The woman sighed in frustration pretending she hadn’t heard. “It’s for you own future” she had tried again. The young teen had looked at her in disbelieve before simply scoffing.
His own future? He had learned years ago, that he had no future, no bright one anyway, and he had made peace with that. The woman shook her head “Just be warned James, within a few years, you will be an adult and be solely responsible of your own actions. You don’t want to end up in jail now do you?” she questioned. The boy sighed, but eventually shook his head “No ma’m” he smirked unconvincingly before rising to his feet “Can I go now?” he then asked. She waved a dismissive hand “Yes you may, just please take my advise to hart” she told him. James gave a mock salute “sure thing” he threw over his shoulder as he walked through the door.
He knew that they were only trying to set him straight, but honestly he knew they didn’t give a damn. They had put him with that damn family hadn’t they? And then they had just left him fending for himself. Sure they had visited him in the hospital a few time, but that hardly meant anything. They had stayed for five minutes, asking him some stupid questions before they left him alone once again, even though, when he was eight years old, they had promised everything was going to be okay and that they were going to look out for him, be there for him and help him if he ever needed something. Yeah, what a load of crap that had been.
He then had been shipped of to boarding school, and to the blond that had been the best thing to happen to him in quit some time. A few months out of that hell-hole he called life... now though he was back and it seemed worse then ever. They had even taken on another child. A young girl, and even though, as far as the Southerner could tell, they had not yet harmed her, he feared how long that would last. The girl had taken to him though and many a night she had snuck into his room to check up on him. Apparently she could hear the shouts from her room and James had felt sorry for the girl as he knew she’d be screwed for life and there was nothing he could do about it.
Now he had bigger things to worry about and as he slowly made his way up the stairs to lay his aching body down he stepped into his room and a little of the iron mask cracked. He groaned clenching his jaw as he stepped into the shower letting the hot water run down his exhausted frame. When he stood infron of the small sink he stared into the miror hardly recognising the cold eyes that stared back at him. He gave a snort of disgust before he turned back into his room and let himself drop onto his bed.
The next two month were pretty much the same for the young boy but then finally, it had become time to pack and head of back to school. He found his room and looked around. No-one was there yet. He dropped his stuff, got out a book and lounged on one of the beds that he now claimed to be his and opened it. He had always loved reading. The fantasies and stories. It was one of the blond’s escape from life. He never really bothered with school, and yet belonged to the top few of his class. He brushed his hair from his face and was soon absorbed in the story the book was trying to tell him.
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finally ... posted... I hope it's alright?
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 30, 2009 23:26:16 GMT 1
It's perfect!!!
And I have the perfect response, but I have to go for now!!
.... sometimes church has horrible timing....
I can't wait to respond!
Hopefully I'll be back on in about.... oh two hours?
But then I have to leave again....
Then school tomorrow...
bleh...
but I like the topic, so we shall continue along, and I will definitely respond as soon as I can!!
-grin-
I will see you later!
-waves-
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Post by loekie on Aug 30, 2009 23:28:48 GMT 1
See you later.... I won't be on in two hours... I think since then it would be 3 am here...
I can't wait to read your response!
*smiles*
bye!
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 31, 2009 2:33:48 GMT 1
oh... well yes you most likely won't be on right now....
It's only 6:30 pm here. lol
I'll write a post up now, so you'll read it in the morning or something...
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Post by ifightwithink on Aug 31, 2009 21:14:08 GMT 1
As the sweat dripped down his forehead and soaked his back, he tightened his grip on the blade he was holding in his hands. It was his only weapon, and without it, he would definitely die. Taking his other hand away from his side, he looked at it briefly, before cursing under his breath.
"Damnit." Eyes slightly narrowed, but other wise showing no outward appearance of emotion, he saw the blood that covered his hands, from the blow he'd just received in his side. He would pay for that later... Glancing up Caden saw that he wasn't as alone as he'd hoped. He knew that they would keep chasing him until he killed them all, but he'd hoped for at least a small rest period where he could catch his breath. He should have known better....
Closing his eyes, for he knew he wouldn't be able to see the shadow-like creatures that were preying on him, he branched out his hearing and listened quietly for the soft sound of their footsteps. If he was quiet enough, and breathed ever so slightly, he might be able to-
Swinging his fist to the side, he felt the satisfying thud of impact as his knife was driven into one of the dark figures. Twisting it to the left and removing it, her heard the loud bang the figure made as it crashed dead to the ground. Smirking briefly, Caden jumped up as his sixth instinct kicked in, and he felt a light swish of air under him, signaling he'd just barely missed a blow. Not pausing he crashed down on where he believed the person who had swung at him was. If his calculations were right he should be right... As he landed on the head of his attacker Caden slipped his knife into the sheath on his belt loop before grabbing the man's neck and twisting it swiftly to the side. Hearing the tell-tale crack, Caden let go of the man, using his chest as a propeller to send him straight into the stomach of the man behind him. Quick as a flash he whipped out his knife and drove it into the man's stomach, and before he could even cry out, he slit his throat.
Caden stood up from the man he'd just slain and listened for more of the creatures. He heard nothing. Slowly, ever so slowly and still listening Caden opened his eyes. He took a step forward a smirk on his face, before his eyes darted to the side, and he moved quickly as a sword clanged on the ground he'd just been standing on.
"Bad move." Caden remarked quietly, before pouncing on the man and stabbing him between the ribs. Breathing heavily he slowly stood up, wiping the knife on the dead man's clothes. Surveying his surroundings Caden barely glanced at all of the bodies that surrounded him. They were dead now, and he was the only one living.
Lights quickly flicked on and Caden had to squint to see a black sillouette coming towards him. As his eyes adjusted, he spotted a man with dark, graying hair, a strong build, and with green, calm, calculated eyes. His mouth quirked to the side, Jefferson Miller approached his son, with a dissatisfied expression.
Surveying the carnage around him, he waved his hand nonchalantly, and the bodies dissapated, along with the surroundings, leaving merely a white room.
"You did well, but that's all." His voice was hard and strict. "You could have done better. You got hurt," he pointed at the side wound Caden had received when fighting of seven men in the first section, he'd been caught off guard, "you could have had a better time, we'll start increasing your run to twenty miles in the morning, and you were hesitant to kill two that were lying down weaponless, that hesitation could kill you next time, remember, no mercy. You will do better next time, do you understand?"
Caden looked at his father with a bored, expressionless face. "Yes, I understand, sir." He wasn't allowed to admit his family ties with his father while they were working. They were no longer father and son then. They were trainer, and trainee. "It won't happen again." Like a practiced school boy he recited his lines.
Still looking like he wanted more out of his only son he quirked his lips in disgust. "You are a failure." He stated simply, "You're not fast enough, you're not strong enough, and you're not smart enough. You'll never amount to anything, because you're weak." Surveying his son once more, he narrowed his eyes, before nodding stiffly. "You are dismissed." And with that he turned on his heels and marched out of the room, leaving Caden standing there.
Sighing Caden wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally fell out of his stiffened tense pose. Today was the fourth day in a row that his father had put him in the virtual reality room. In the room he was put in numerous fighting situations, and wasn't allowed to leave the room until he defeated everyone. In this room, if he was killed by one of the cyber men, he was killed in real life. Therefore Caden took it seriously. But fighting day after day, and killing numerous men one after another, tended to tire him out. Even when Caden did better than the rest of his father's students, better than any student alive, his dad wasn't happy. So he was the best, he could still be better.
Walking towards the dark door of the virtual reality room, he reached forward to pull it open. As he entered the control panel he ignored either the hardened or sympathetic expressions he got from the scientists. Some were used to his father and had been working with him for years, training kids to grow up and be fighting machines, assassins, for the government. They knew that the best way to deal with the death of some of the kids, and the hardships they had to go through, was to ignore them. Others were newer, and not used to the hard ways of the Miller family, and they were sympathetic towards the hard working, underappreciated boy. He just chose to ignore everyone, though. It was better that way.
Moving out of the room and into the halls of the government operated building, he went upstairs towards his room. In two months he'd be back at school. He was surprised his father was letting him stay, but then again that's probably why he was working him extra hard. While he was at boarding school, he could only do the extreme training (like the virtual reality room), when he came home for break, which he had no choice but to do, thanks to his overbearing father. His other, easier workouts, were scheduled into his brain, and his father knew him well enough to know that he would do them, he always did them. Routine was the Miller's lives, and without it, they would fail.
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It was a week before school started and Caden had just finished his last workout at home. He'd done it with such zest, that even his father only remarked on one or two things he did wrong this time, a new record. Knowing full well that he would have to pack, though his family was rich, his father refused to "spoil" him with services, therefore Caden had to do all the chores himself. Finally having put everything in his black mercedes he closed the trunk and hopped into the driver's side without a farewell to anyone, or without getting a send off. He just drove away and that was that.
Arriving at the school, Caden could feel some of the stress start to peel away from him. Sure he still had to get the highest grades, work out all the time, and be in practically every sport, but at least he didn't have to deal with his father. No more ridiculous work outs and beatings for not doing things right. He was finally free... at least until Christmas.
Groaning Caden opened the door to his room with the full intent of flopping onto his bed, an action that his father would frown upon, but he saw that he was not alone. Spotting another male in the room he stiffened slightly, some of the stress returning. He'd thought he would have a private room, like last year... Apparently his father deemed that he wasn't worthy of having privacy anymore. Disliking this kid already for ruining any plans of relaxing and just hang out all year in his room, Caden merely placed his things tidily by his bed and moved to the kitchen to get water, without speaking a word.
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