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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 1, 2017 21:25:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Business as usual. Annoying good for nothing customers, with somewhat decent tips, but worse attitude. It was like the second the weather began to warm up, everyone suddenly forgot the rules of the establishment and wanted a piece of his ass. He couldn't count how many times he had punched paying customers and told them to get the fuck out. But apparently, his boss had had enough, and the albino was sitting in the freezer, literally cooling off. He just sat, perched on a stool, debating whether or not it would be worth his time to sneak into the kitchen and spit in someone's food. But that was low, even for him. So instead, there he sat, freezing his ass off, texting his boyfriend. Not that Michael really had anything interesting to say either.
"Amos? Are you in trouble with something?" He looked up as his boss came in and he shrugged, sticking his phone back in the pocket of his apron. "Well, the cops are out in the lobby, looking for you. Like.. By name." An almost terrified look crossed the albino's face as he tried to swallow the lump that suddenly rose in his throat. He shakily stood up from the stool and his boss placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you need me to lie for you, kid. You know I will. Just tell me what you're in trouble with, yeah?"
"Err.. N-nothing. I mean.. There's nothing. Really. Other than what I do for you on the side. But no way they've caught on to that or they'd be here for you, not me." Well, the kid definitely had a point there. But even then, Amos hadn't run anything for the local mafia in a few weeks, so there was no way they were here for that. So instead, he just warily looked to his boss before stepping out of the freezer.
The two started walking towards the front, Amos grabbing his hoodie and putting it on before he'd even consider going out there. After all, the booty shorts and garter straps were bad enough without the small skimpy vest and tight shirt. At least he looked older than he was. "I got your back kid, alright?" Amos just nodded before taking a deep breath and holding it as he made his way out into the lobby towards the officers.
Of course by now there were plenty of whispers, even more when he was the one they wanted to talk to. "Er.. Umm. Th-this way. We can.. Talk over.. Here. Can I get you anything to drink...?"
The officers followed him and sat in the booth, motioning for him to take a seat, which he did. "You are Amos Vang, yes?" The boy nodded, trying his hardest to keep his best poker face. The officers both removed their hats. "We have some news for you."
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Amos was never late returning to the dorms. Nor did he ever show up in his work clothes. But here he was, two and a half hours late, and still dressed in his work clothes. Though, his legs were fairly dirty and his hoodie just sort of loosely hung off of his shoulders. He got all sorts of whistles and comments, but he just... Ignored them, making his way towards the top floor where Michael was no doubt freaking out by now. Still, there was something hollow about the boy as he slowly made it down the hall. Rishe had even stopped him, but without any sort of response, he just let him keep going.
The albino stood in front of Michael's door for a few minutes, just staring at the floor, sort of spaced out. After a moment or so, the door opened on it's own, the room's inhabitant quickly pulling him into his arms, but Amos didn't really respond to the hug either, nor did any of Michael's words register as he was pulled into the dorm and over to the couch. He just continued to zone out for a few moments until he finally managed to answer the question of what was wrong.
"My mother is... dead."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 2, 2017 4:10:46 GMT
Michael had been texting Amos earlier when he was at work, secretly working on trying to make something for the two of them for when Amos got back from work. However...it had been longer than when he should have normally arrived. He had slowly started to panic, trying to find out where he was. He called Luka multiple times to help find his boyfriend as well as calling his boyfriend. He had been pacing around his dorm constantly bothering Luka to see what he knew and again calling his boyfriend hoping for him to pick up. Though after some time he froze, getting fed up and decided to hurry to the door to leave and search for his boyfriend on his own. When he opened it though, his boyfriend was standing there in his work clothes still and with his hoodie on. He was dirty and just staring at the floor, and Michael was quick to grab him and pull him into his dorm room in a tight hug. "Amos! Oh thank gods you're okay! Where have you been?!" He spoke worriedly, kicking the door shut before he guided him over to the couch. He set him down on it and sat down beside him, cupping his face in his hands. "Amos, what is wrong?" He asked him in concern and worry, his eyes scanning over his face until he finally spoke. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at him for a few moments before he scooted closer to his boyfriend. "Your mother..? But I thought you didn't have one..?" He spoke in a hushed tone, a confused expression crossing his features for a few moments. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him close to his side, his other hand gently stroking his hair. "How did you find out..?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 2, 2017 4:58:22 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just sat there for a few minutes, in some sort of shock. "I did... I hated her. So I left... She was a prostitute.. And a drug addict... Not fit to raise a child..." He shook his head and leaned against the other male. "I guess I just sort of figured she would have overdosed or... something." Still. It was news to him regardless. "The... The police showed up at my work... I'm not sure how... They tracked me down, but that's their job right? He wasn't really sure how he should respond to something like this. Just general state of shock seemed to be what was best for the time being. "They... My... My sister she... She's supposed to be flying in from Okinawa tomorrow... We're supposed to... discuss her future or... something."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 2, 2017 6:05:49 GMT
Michael pulled him closer and kissed his head gently as Amos spoke, listening to everything he said. Though at the mention of a sister, the blonde blinked and pulled his head back a bit to look at his boyfriend. "You have a sister?" He asked him in surprise, having not expected that. His eyes scanned over his boyfriend as much as he could before he kissed his head again. "You need to get cleaned up..." He murmured to him, taking the liberty to just pick him up and carry him towards the bathroom. He set him down on the closed toilet and moved to get the water started, kneeling down briefly to feel it for a few moments to get it at the right temperature. He then glanced over to Amos once again and moved back over to him, grabbing his hands in his and squeezing them gently. "You can stay here for the night and the next night and so on... But for tonight I do want you to stay the night." He told him, standing once more to hug him again a bit. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 2, 2017 7:00:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Everything was such a blur for him. And the worst part was that he didn't know why. It wasn't like he had been close to his mother. And he was barely close to his sister. But now he was saddled with the responsibility of her, and he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to react to that. He vaguely noticed that he was being whisked away to the bathroom, at least until he was set down. The albino looked around a bit at his surroundings before finally snapping back to reality a little bit. Of course, like most times when such things happened, he felt extremely pissed off at himself.
Amos stood and shook his head, pacing a little bit. "Stupid.. Fucking... Stupid." Of course he was muttering to himself. "All this time and you think she would've maybe gotten her stupid act together! but nooo. Of course not! She had to go and die! And now I get stuck with all of her fucking problems! I can't believe all this.. Fucking bullshit that it is!" Oh yeah he was definitely pissed now. Sure, Amos swore, but most of the time he kept it out of his vocabulary. "Do you even know where they found her? She was in some crack den. Just like I figured she would be. But Lily? Lily? My little fucking sister on a street corner peddling drugs? Pawned off to the damn Yakuza like some... some... Some... Gaah!" Needless to say, the pissed off albino found the nearest object to throw and chucked it as hard as he could, not particularly caring about the school's property anyways. That poor soap dish never saw it coming. He continued to rant for a little bit, though it all came out in strings of Japanese.
After that he just sort of plopped back down in defeat on the toilet, his head hanging low. "What do I do, Michael? My sister... She's younger than me.. Gods.. Would that have been me? If I had... stayed... Gods.. I never should've left her there... I never should've abandoned her like that... I should have... been.. a better brother..." By this point he had reached out and wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and just buried his face into the other male's stomach. He couldn't help the tears that followed, but like every other time, the boy was silent, practically unmoving. He really did hate crying. He felt so weak and pathetic and stupid. But he was so angry, and so upset with himself... "I don't know what to do..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 2, 2017 7:24:05 GMT
Michael had glanced at the poor soap dish that had been attacked, saying nothing as Amos ranted angrily. Though when he plopped back down onto the toilet and asked what to do, Michael simply moved closer and placed a hand on his shoulder gently. He said nothing as he looked down at him, letting him speak. He blinked slowly as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face into his stomach, a concerned frown marring his features. "Shh... It'll be okay..." He murmured to him gently, sliding a hand to rub it up and down his back comfortingly. "I can't say that I know what it's like to be a big brother... Because I honestly don't. I'm the youngest in my family, but..." he trailed off for a moment. "But if there is a chance for her to attend school here and have a chance to start over... I'll help pay her way through." He went on, stroking the albino's hair with his other hand. He had not expected any of this to happen, and it was rather unfortunate that his boyfriend was suddenly thrown all of this responsibility too. "You won't be alone in this, Amos... I won't let you deal with this all by yourself." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 2, 2017 18:34:34 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The next day had come rather quickly. Too quickly. Of course, after his bath the albino had lay on the couch with his boyfriend to watch a movie and calm down, but had passed out from how exhausted he was, and just slept on the couch. Whether or not Michael did too was rather beyond him, as he woke up to the smell of brewing coffee. Amos stretched and yawned and rubbed his tired eyes before reaching over to grab his phone off of the nearest table. "SHIT!" The albino fell off of the couch in his hurry to get up. At least was dressed in some of Michael's clothes as he rushed about the dorm, gathering what he could of his stuff. "I hate to ask, but I really need... A driver. I'm ridiculously late. I should've been there twenty minutes ago."
Amos pulled his phone up and made a call as he rushed towards the door. "Hey! I'm sorry! i'm on my way right now, please don't let anyone take her." He ended the call and shoved the phone in his pocket. "You can come with if you want to, but I have to go change into my own clothes so.. Meet me outside?" Like hell Michael would be seen going in and out of his dorm, and he knew that, so he didn't bother asking for him to meet him there. "Shit I'm late." And he was never late.
The albino hurried out of his boyfriend's dorm and down to his own, not bothering to even answer anyone that tried to make contact with him, just throwing his door open and shut before stripping down and replacing Michael's clothes with his own. He hadn't bothered to really look at himself before making his way outside, making sure that he had his phone and his wallet before he did. Now it was just time to get into a damn car...
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 2, 2017 23:42:49 GMT
The next day had come and the blonde teen had gotten up early with some sore limbs due to crashing on the couch with his boyfriend the previous night. He had been caught off guard when his boyfriend had cursed loudly and fell off the couch, making him jump from where he was in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast. His head jerked to look at the albino boy as he quickly gathered his things and called someone before asking him for a driver and that he could come if he wanted. Though before he could even respond his boyfriend was gone. Michael sighed and just went about getting dressed into suitable clothes as he called for a driver as well. He had also gathered his wallet and some of the breakfast he had made, or attempted to make, for the both of them to eat while in the car. Granted there would be drinks and snacks in the car they'd ride in anyway but oh well. It didn't take him much time to get to the front of the school, his eyes widening a bit when he spotted Amos. He hurried on over to him and just scanned his eyes over him before shaking his head. "This needs to be fixed... You look like you just rolled out of bed!" He spoke, glancing over towards where a fancy car was pulling up. "There's our ride. Come on, Amos, we'll get there quickly. Pull a few strings so we can bypass people with this thing." Once they were settled in the car and it was moving, Michael had carefully set the items he had brought down on the seat before he somewhat attacked his boyfriend in fixing how he looked. He had taken Amos' shirt off to fix that first before having him put it back on and then ran his fingers through the albino's hair to make it...less disheveled. He then went ahead and made sure his pants were all fine, the blonde attacking every little detail to make sure he was presentable enough. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 3, 2017 0:30:56 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos stood in front of the car for a moment before hesitatnly crawling into it. He really did hate these stupid things, but even on his bike, there was no way that he could make it to the airport in a decent amount of time. He hated to admit it, but he was kind of glad that the car was available to him. Not that that made any of it better. Michael went about attacking his appearance, and as much as he protested, he eventually gave in and let him just do what he was going to to. "It's not like I'm meeting clients or something!" Once Michael was done with fixing him up, the albino moved as close as he could to the door, strapping himself in as best as he could. "how do you... ride in these... deathtraps.. all the time...?" He wasn't sure that he could ever really get used to it. But for now, he would have to deal with it.
The ride to the airport wasn't very long. Ten minutes at best, but all the while the albino clung to the door. Michael had offered him food, but he just wasn't hungry. His stomach was in knots over everything with his sister. "I haven't seen her in... 8 years.. Maybe more." He shook his head as they pulled up to the pick up area. Of course he could see the police escort standing near a young girl. Nothing about the girl even remotely made it seem like they were siblings. But hey, Amos was a freak of nature. When they finally parked, Amos just sat there with his hand on the handle. "I don't think I can do this..." It was at that moment that he was ever grateful that Michael had chosen to come with him. He reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it in his for a moment before finally growing the balls to get out of the car. "I should... Do this.. Alone at.. first.. If you... err.." He wasn't really sure how any of this would go. But this was still something he thought he should probably do on his own. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Michael's cheek before gathering himself enough to actually walk over to them.
"Are you Amos Vang?" One of the officers asked, a hand on the girl's shoulder as she looked up towards him.
"Uhh.. Y-yeah. Do you.. Need my ID or anything..?" The officer nodded and he pulled his wallet out, pulling his card out and handing it over. It was just his student ID but hopefully that was enough for them. Eventually, he got it back and he tried his hardest to make eye contact with the girl, but he just couldn't.
"We have your contact information on file in case anything comes up, but for the next few days she will need to remain with you while we find her a home, unless you'd rather we bring her to an orphanage?"
"N-no.. With me is.. Fine.."
"We are trying to locate her biological father, in hopes that she won't need to remain in the system for too long."
"I see..."
"We are deeply sorry for your loss, Mister Vang." He nodded but didn't bother saying anything else, still unable to really look at his sister. The officer crouched down a bit and spoke with her in Japanese, saying that she was going to go home with her brother now. She seemed to understand and just nodded and curtsied politely. "If you need anything, please give child services a call." He handed Amos a business card and the boy nodded.
Amos bowed as the officers left. "Err.. ohaiyou.. Ri" The girl growled and kicked him in the shin as hard as she could before going off on him in Japanese. He cursed a bit, but he supposed he deserved that. Of course she was just as emotionally well off as he was and kicked him again before ranting some more and then crying. Yeah. They were definitely related. The albino sighed and crouched down, pulling the girl into a hug. "Gomen Ri.. Gomen..."
After a few minutes of that, he pulled her away and spoke with her a bit before standing back up and taking her hand in his and leading her towards the car. "Ri, kore wa.. Micaheru desu." She bowed a bit and said a basic Japanese greeting to him. "Kare wa watashitachi no sewa o suru tsumoridesu(he is going to take care of us)." But she just climbed into the car and he sighed. "Gods... This is going to be harder than I thought.. Erm.. How long do we have the driver for? I.. I need to stop back at the dorms before.. Well.. I'd like to take her shopping.. Everything she owns.. She's either wearing, or it's in that small backpack.. I.. I want to get her something nice." Of course he had mentioned stopping back at the dorms, because he only ever carried around $20 with him at a time, and he would definitely need more than that. And it wasn't like he trusted banks. So all of his money was buried in his dorm room. He knew Michael would pay for it if he asked, but he didn't want that either. Perhaps out of pride, or perhaps out of responsibility. After all, Lily was his sister, not Michael's. So to him it wouldn't be fair.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 3, 2017 14:53:17 GMT
The ride to the airport had only taken about ten minutes, Michael had tried to offer his boyfriend food but the albino rejected the offer. Eventually the blonde gave up and just sat beside him, an arm draped over his shoulders to hopefully help make him calmer during the ride. When they had arrived to the airport, Michael shifted in his seat and pulled his arm away from being draped over his shoulders, watching how nervous his boyfriend was. At the words that came from him, an encouraging smile crossed the blonde's features and he returned the squeeze to his hand as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "You can do this, Amos. It'll be okay. I'll come over with you if you want." He spoke, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of his hand. Though Amos seemed to have made up his mind on doing it alone, Michael nodding a little and smiling some to the kiss to his cheek. He let the albino depart the car before he moved to get out but stand beside it as he watched what was going on. He was silent as he observed everything going on, frowning slightly as the girl started beating on her brother but things seemed to calm down so Michael did nothing. He patiently waited by the car for a few minutes until Amos came back over with the girl, Michael returning the bow a bit in a polite manner before he uttered a greeting in Japanese the best he could. Once the girl was in the car he turned to Amos and offered him a smile before he stepped towards him and wrapped his arms around the albino only to pull him closer in a hug for a few moments before he pulled back a bit but kept his arms loosely around his waist. "It'll be fine Amos and I'm not renting this driver if that's what you're asking... I own him." He spoke, shrugging a little. "My car, my driver. And I've got my wallet with me so we can go ahead and go shopping for her now if you want. But," he paused as he gave his forehead a gentle kiss, "we can stop by the dorms real quick if you want." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 3, 2017 17:36:37 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos was glad that Michael had decided to join him for this. "You know I would never be able to live with myself if I let you pay for everything..." So back to the dorms it was. The girl sat quietly, just staring out the window as they drove back. The albino seemed a bit calmer on the ride back, but still, the nervousness practically poured from him. Neither sibling looked at or spoke to one another, just sort of staring off into their own respective spaces. It was awkward to say the least. Once they reached the dorms, the albino hopped out and ran to his his room, leaving the young girl in the car with Michael while he did so.
"Did he teach you that greeting?" She asked. Well, at least she spoke English, even though it was fairly accented. "Weird. I didn't think he'd be the type to have a boyfriend. Or.. Any kind of friend for that matter." Not that she really knew much about her brother. She could only vaguely remember what he had been like before he left, and that was still so long ago. Still, there was definitely hostility in her voice.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 3, 2017 23:02:10 GMT
Michael had once again sat beside his boyfriend with his arm draped over his shoulder in an effort to continue to keep him calm during the ride to the dorms. It had been an awkward silence for the most part, but Michael just busied himself with leaning against his boyfriend and actually dozing for a bit. When they had arrived at the dorms, Michael watched as his boyfriend departed the car, no doubt ecstatic about that, and left him in the car with the albino's sister. As she spoke, he turned his head to look at her and was just silent until she finished. He shifted where he sat and crossed one leg over the other in a comfortable and casual manner, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Yes, he did teach me that. Along with a few other words and phrases, I asked him first though and he merely agreed to help teach me." He explained, pausing as he thought about what else she had said about her brother. "People change, you know. What you knew of him back then....he may be a stranger to you now. Just give him a chance, you two are all you've got currently." He told him, calmly but a bit firmly as well. Though he shrugged after a moment and lifted his free hand to run it through his hair. "However, I cannot sway you to change instantly... As I am only his boyfriend...as well as friend. But you two are family." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Lily Akihana on Apr 4, 2017 2:55:15 GMT
[attr="class","hexa1"] [attr="class","hexa2"] [attr="class","hexa3"] Cuz You're A Superstar, Baby The girl neatly folded her hands in her lap, finally breaking her gaze away from the window and looking towards the blonde. She already wasn't very fond of him, sticking up for her brother like that. "As far as I'm concerned. He's not my brother. My brother is dead." She practically growled it before looking back out the window. "People don't change. Nothing ever changes." She shifted uncomfortably and adjusted her pig tails, then went to pulling her tiny backpack into her lap. "I don't want to be here, hundreds of miles from my home, with someone I don't even know anymore. I'd rather still belong to the yakuza." [googlefont=Oregano][googlefont=Montez] [newclass=".hexa1"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;-ms-transform: rotate(60deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(60deg);transform: rotate(60deg);z-index:2;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".hexa2"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;margin-top:-58px;z-index:2;position:relative;overflow:hidden;-ms-transform: rotate(-60deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(-60deg);transform: rotate(-60deg)[/newclass] [newclass=".hexa3"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;margin-top:-58px;z-index:3;position:relative;[/newclass]
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Bisexual
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Foresight
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Umbralkinesis
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Fear Manipulation
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'Let the darkness consume you...'
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Creeps
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Second Year
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 4, 2017 15:18:13 GMT
The blonde teen sighed at the girl's response, just shaking his head a little as he looked back out the window to wait for his boyfriend to come back. He was silent for several moments, not exactly fond of the girl as of the moment but not making any show of it. "You know, people can change... You just have to give them a chance and open your eyes to see that. If you're so closed off and refuse to even try, then you'll always remain in the dark on that." He spoke after several moments, his attention remaining at the window as he watched for any signs of his boyfriend's return. "He changed me also," he added after a moment of brief silence, not really giving her the chance to speak up yet. "Used to hate people so much, met him and gave him a single chance. Things have changed a lot for me since then." He went on, finally turning his head to look at her. "If you want to be toxic and wither in the dark because you refuse to even try to give him a chance then be my guest. But just know that he's trying his best for you. He refuses to let me use my own money to pay for things for himself and for you, yet he barely has any money and he is willing to spend it all on getting you things that you need. So think about that the next time you want to show your dislike of him." After that he went silent and looked out the window once more, his body language relaxed but had an underlying tone of the conversation being done. Word count: --- Tag: Lily Akihana
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Unknown
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user is offline ●
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Live life with the worst of expectations, so that you may always be pleasantly surprised.
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Akira
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Post by Lily Akihana on Apr 4, 2017 16:42:49 GMT
[attr="class","hexa1"] [attr="class","hexa2"] [attr="class","hexa3"] Cuz You're A Superstar, Baby The girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the blonde got all defensive over her stupid brother. Jeeze did this guy need an attitude adjustment or what? Part of her wanted to just get out of the car right there and then. It wasn't like she couldn't make it on the streets, she had before right? "You act like I asked to be brought here. I didn't want anything o do with him. I still don't. You are too quick to jump to the defense of someone you know nothing about. Tell me, did you even know he had a sister? Did he ever tell you?" But she seriously doubted that. "I don't care if he's going to try and make things better now. He left me. Abandoned me. And didn't think twice about it. Now why should I believe that he's going to do any different? He'll ship me off to foster care the first chance he gets. Should've just left me in Okinawa..." But she didn't want to wait for any actual responses, just letting herself out of the car and running off towards the town. If Michael tried to stop her she would kick him rather hard in the face. After all, she was just as scrappy as her brother. ~ ~ ~ ~ Amos returned a few minutes later, a flat sort of expression on his face at the fact that his sister wasn't in the car. He supposed he shouldn't really have been surprised. The albino sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I suppose it'd be wrong to just let her stay out there huh....?" [googlefont=Oregano][googlefont=Montez] [newclass=".hexa1"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;-ms-transform: rotate(60deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(60deg);transform: rotate(60deg);z-index:2;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".hexa2"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;margin-top:-58px;z-index:2;position:relative;overflow:hidden;-ms-transform: rotate(-60deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(-60deg);transform: rotate(-60deg)[/newclass] [newclass=".hexa3"]width:100px;height:58px;background-color:#b76314;margin-top:-58px;z-index:3;position:relative;[/newclass]
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