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Post by JACK LEONIDAS on Aug 3, 2010 3:50:52 GMT
  WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL[/font][/color]
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/size] SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
It was cold tonight. It never got cold in California, only if you went up near the mountains, but the town was no where near them. Jack breathed in deeply, as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. He counted in his brain, every single step he took as he walked along the sidewalk. He had just closed the bar, tonight wasn't really that great in terms of excitement. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the sky. Something about the sky just made him feel...calm. Jack dreamed of times being able to fly through the clouds. He dreamed that at times, his strength and power grew to unbelievable lengths. He felt unstoppable...in his dreams.
"Sleeping is a gateway for dreams. Dreams is a gateway to your own mind." His father would say that to him constantly. Somehow, his father always believed that Jack would grow up to be something more. Something that actually meant something for the world. Jack just laughed at the thought and believed it was all a pile of bullshit. Jack knew better then to believe that he was some...god.
Jack was a slow walker. He liked to take in the air and the beautiful sky. He could see each star and deep down, wished he could grab them. He pulled out his hand and reached up at the sky. He tried to grab one star with his fingers. He put his hand back in his pocket and just sighed. He kept walking and suddenly heard a lot of commotion. Jack looked around and really didn't see anyone around. Jack slowly took a couple more steps and heard the noises louder. He walked toward the place where it sounded like a bunch of people scuffling around and looked down an alley. He saw a three guys punching and kicking another guy, who was on the ground. Jack watched for a second...then clenched his fists and ran towards them to help the guy who was being jumped.
[/center] [/b][/color] NOTES[/font][/size][/size] i suck at starting haha ! \TAGGED raiden! /WORDS 389! \LOCATION streets ! /OUTFIT outfit'ere! \BANNER banner by me C:! /LYRICS all time low ! \CREDIT leena at caution ! [/ul] |
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Post by RAIDEN LANCASTER. on Aug 3, 2010 4:13:32 GMT
  raiden markeley lancaster
I AM MY OWN AFFLICTION I AM MY OWN DISEASE THERE AIN'T NO DRUG THAT THEY COULD SELL
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Raiden was walking along in the alleys, drinking in the shadows. He loved that mysterious feel darkness gave off...he loved the sense of fear. You never knew what the hell lurked in the dark - but instead of fear, the male felt excited. It made his heart skip beats, throwing his pulse off track and causing him to get all riled up. Although he heard a few footsteps shuffling around, he paid absolutely no mind. He had nothing to do with them, and they probably had nothing to do with him.
'That's the guy!' Raiden heard the deep voice nearby...it was a bit too close. He turned around, curiously, to see three full grown men charging at him. He tried to run, but tripped over something he couldn't see in the dark alley. "What the FUCK?! Get off of me, you damned bastards!" The male struggled to free himself, but to no avail. Three men against one, it was impossible. For an odd reason, he started to think about Melanie. Even though they often had a go at each other, just the thought of her soothed him. Then he started wondering about how he had recently started to feel for her. Nahh, nothing would happen between them...Sophia wouldn't have that. Even if she said she'd give him a chance to prove himself to her. He'd never live up to that. He was an asshole. And maybe Sophia's gut reasoning was right...Melanie wouldn't need a guy like himself anyway.
The male could hear a fourth person...great. Just someone else to come beat the crap out of him. He didn't even know these guys. So what the hell did he do to piss them off? Raiden's vision started to blur a bit, until he had a blow to the back of his head. He passed out, and laid limp as the men continued to kick, punch, and yell at him. In the back of his mind, he hoped that they would just kill him soon.
Notes;; mine's not all that great...sorry!
Lyrics;; 'mess of me' by switchfoot
Credit;; nightmaire @ Caution (me)
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Post by JACK LEONIDAS on Aug 3, 2010 4:35:35 GMT
WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL [/font][/color]
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/size] SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
Jack sprinted down the long alley and breathed in deeply as he reached the first guy and shoved him into another guy. He jumped over the beaten guy and held up his fists, ready for the idiot to try and do his best. The guy through the best he could and Jack just smiled as he sidestepped him and gave him a right hook to the guys jaw. One down. As the two slowly got back up. Jack ran into the farthest one and tackled him to the cement. He started wailing away on the guy. After a few more punches. He could see the last guy sitting against the wall. Jack looked at him and just smirked.
The guy tried his best to stand up. He held up his fists and looked weak. Jack laughed and walked to the guy. Once he was close enough, the guy through a worthless punch. Jack grabbed the guys head and brought it down to his right knee as he knocked the guy out. Jack looked at the three guys and felt stronger then ever. Finally he looked down at the guy who was beaten and did what first came to his brain. He picked the guy up and carried him off to his car.
Jack drove to the nearest hospital. It was late, so there wasn't a lot of traffic. It was hard to talk to the nurses and doctors, cause Jack didn't know the guy. He felt like a broken record, telling them over and over what happened. Once they said he was cleared to be seen. Jack walked into the guys room. His face didn't look so beaten up, maybe a scratch or two. They said most of the damage was to the guys stomach. Bruises lined up his ribs. Jack sat down in the chair next to the guy and closed his eyes. The decent thing Jack could do...was wait for the guy to wake up and make sure he was alright.
[/center] [/b][/color] NOTES[/font][/size][/size] i suck at starting haha ! \TAGGED raiden! /WORDS 354! \LOCATION streets ! /OUTFIT outfit'ere! \BANNER banner by me C:! /LYRICS all time low ! \CREDIT leena at caution ! [/ul] |
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Post by RAIDEN LANCASTER. on Aug 3, 2010 4:58:22 GMT
raiden markeley lancaster
I AM MY OWN AFFLICTION I AM MY OWN DISEASE THERE AIN'T NO DRUG THAT THEY COULD SELL
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Raiden could hear the scuffling around in the distance, as he was continuously beaten. He tried to move, to fight back, to speak, yell, to do something...but he couldn't. He felt..trapped. In his mind. And he couldn't do one goddamn thing about it. He heard more fighting going on, and thought maybe something went wrong and the random guys just started to beat the shit out of each other. Well no matter what was going on, it was good for him, because apparently whatever the distraction was, it kept them from beating him any further.
A part of Raiden felt like he was going to die, and he half-wished that he could. Even if he ended up being okay, he didn't want to have to deal with the injuries and painful aftermath. He promised himself that after this, he wouldn't leave his apartment. He could find some way to work at home, and order take out every day to survive. The male was sick and tired of all this crap, and this little confrontation had to go blow up in his face. What the hell did he do to deserve this pain? Did everyone just want to show him how easy of a target he was? Or had he just treated the whole world so bad, that it came back and spit in his face?
As his slender form had been carried away by this stranger, the male fought within himself to regain control of his body. Wait...what if they were going to kill him now? And throw his body into the ocean, where no one would find him? He tried to kick and yell, but his pathetic attempt failed. Finally, he just gave up on himself. Let them murder him. It's what he wanted anyway. The only one out there that he knew would miss him was his pet wolf, Styxx, and his non-related sister, Mia. Other than that, no one gave a second thought about him. Hell, they probably never gave a thought about him in the first place.
Where the hell was he now? He heard many voices, both male and female. He heard things about medicine, and procedures, and just a lot of weird things that murders wouldn't commence themselves about. Was he in a...doctor's office? Why? Were his injuries that bad? Oh wait...that's right. He was in a coma. And had absolutely no control over his body. So Raiden listened carefully to the doctors, and mentally started to freak out as he was placed in his own hospital room. Why couldn't he regain himself? How long was this going to take? Better yet...who fended off the punks who ganged up on him? Who cared enough about him to bring him to the hospital? Maybe things weren't so bad after all...
Notes;; grrr, hopefully my posts will get better.
Lyrics;; 'mess of me' by switchfoot
Credit;; nightmaire @ Caution (me)
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