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Soсĸy™

I ~~can't~~ completely hate how I don't hate you...

Work? Bah, that didn't matter. Mathew was a powerful business man he could
easily prevent too much fuss from the boy's boss. The laggy blonde looked
incredibly skittish. He acted nervous, like somebody might've beaten him into
submission if he didn't cooperate. He could tell Alric was conflicted with
going to breakfast and hurrying off to work, though his assumed reasons were
quite far from the truth. "Come on kid, I won't snap at you again." Mathew
smiled hopefully while leading Alric to the nice little breakfast diner a couple
blocks away.

As a gentleman should, Mathew held the door open for the younger male and
followed him to the 'pick your own table' spot that he pretty much forced Alric
to pick by talking to some waitress he saw every time he came here,
pretending to be busy so Alric would make a choice. Once they were in a booth
and they both had menues Mathew decided it was time to actually talk since
they were going to be here for a little while. "So, how late were you for work
when you bumped into me?" He asked cooly. "Or, were you rushing for no
apparent reason?" He asked with a tired smile touching his features. It was
less of an effort to be kind to Alric now that they were somewhat secluded
from large crowds. "What type of business do you do? If you don't mind my
asking..." Mathew quizzed while setting his breifcase beneath the table.

(Parenthesis!: HAHA! It's crap I know -_- I'll hopefully do better next time,
STAY DAMN YOU STAY STAY STAY)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

(DXXX Noes~! YOU CAN DO IT. STUPID FORUMS, LET IT STAY UP.)

Soсĸy™

(Parenthesis!: I replied to this like three different times and the post won't fucking stay GRR D:< I'll get it up and force it to stay up if it kills me! But not now, now I'm just angry at this post)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

Alaric hadn't been giving the slightest second to get away before he could hear the other male begin to speak. He inwardly cursed to himself as he turned back to face the other once more. Luck just wasn't on his side today. He knew that there was a good chance that he still had a look of worry across his features. However, confusion quickly toppled over it as he was accused of being in some sort of alliance with a man named 'Eddie'. Though he had no idea who the other male was talking about, he did realize that he was in a foul mood, and that what Alaric had said had only proceeded to piss him off more.

As the elder got progressively angrier, the younger brunette took a few steps back, precaution mixing into the many jumbled up emotions that crossed his face and portrayed out to anyone who looked at him. He didn't want to see anything else today, he couldn't. Alaric knew his limits, and he was certainly close to crossing them. Somewhat relieved that the other seemed to have finished his outburst, and that he was probably going to storm off, the brunette was also somewhat troubled. What if he didn't listen to him? What if he went to work? Depending on where it was...he could still arrive at the exact time Alaric had seen him die in his vision.

What surprised him was how suddenly the other seemed to change when he actually noticed the look on his own face. Fear. Confusion. Even Alaric couldn't explain it for himself at this point. Trying to subdue the many emotions to a point where they weren't visible, he listened to the elder male appologize, looking around as if he had just caused a young child to cry in the middle of a crowd. Had he really looked that upset?

Hearing the offer that was made to him, Alaric was about to refuse, only the other male had beat him in saying that he wouldn't take no for an answer. The younger male wasn't even hungry, he hardly ever was. It certainly explained his fairly thin stature. It wasn't like he refused to eat, he just had a bad habit of forgetting to or just not feeling hungry. However, the more the younger male thought of it, this was the perfect way of keeping the elder from going to work, atleast until after the time that he was supposed to die. "Uh...i-it's fine...really...I...I'm sort of used to it..." he stuttered out the truth. He had been snapped at many times by people he had tried to save. It was a shame that they never listened...

"I uh...I actually have to get to work..." No, he had to take the offer. Keep the other busy until enough time had passed where he wasn't in any more danger. "But I...I guess I could be a little late..." he added rather awkwardly. It was quite obvious that he wasn't a people person.

Soсĸy™

HAHAHAHA FINALLY READY! X3 I didn't forget, I just havent roleplayed in a while anyway hope you still want to do this with me! (I'm writing this as I'm on my last paragraph so HAHAHAHHAHA NER NER NER)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

OOC: Perfectly fine with me! >w<

Soсĸy™ · Last edited by Soсĸy™ on Sun Jun 28, 2009 2:29 pm; edited 3 times in total

I ~~can't~~ completely hate how I don't hate you...

The past few days had been truely unkind. "Your fired." Especially to the man sitting right before Mathew Sullivan. The man stared at him with his mouth slightly open.

"M-Matty boy you can't do this to me! I was friends with your father m-my wife left me for god's sake I have three kids I need to support you can't just fire me!" The man begged and pleaded. Mathew fround at his "Uncle" feeling pretty shitty for having to do this to the man who was having a terrible month.

"I'm sorry, the man upstairs tells me your selling out product to our compeditors. You're giving away company information, you're just not somebody the big man upstairs can trust. I'll be happy to help you find a new job and give you a half way decent resumay despite what they're telling me but let's face the facts, you brought this on yourself." Mathew sighed.

"Don't say that to me!" The man yelled while hurling Mathew's desk over head. "You, you sick little fuck you're doing this just so you can get the promotion I deserve! You made all that shit up didn't you? WELL?!" The man continued to scream and yell while lunging at Mathew, who simply called security. "You've got payback coming to you Matty boy, you got payback coming!" The man yelled while being dragged out by several police officers.

Mathew paid a viset to the hospital with mild injuries. A few bruised ribs from when his "Uncle" had punched him, a mild cuncussion from falling to the floor and hitting his head, a few cuts and bruises from broken glass and furniture being thrashed about but nothing all too serious. That night he found himself stairing at the ceiling in his shitty little apartment in the red light district. It wasn't exactly "little" though he liked to think of it as "little". He had a rather spacious room at the top of a hotel above a whore house in Manhatten. He was the envy of all his coworkers and often threw wild parties in his home with hookers and drunks and people he'd never even seen before would attend. Infact he was schedualed to have one of his infamous crazy parties this weekend.

He wasn't all too worried about Eddie. He was more concerned for his children. The 'you've got pay back coming' only gave him chills for the first few hours. Now in his own bed it did little other then agrivate him. He offered to help Eddie find another job, he was very polite about it all why couldn't the man just take the offer?!? Mathew tossed and turned all night just thinking about his unusual day. Just when his eyes had finally closed for the night his alarm clock went off. Time to get up. Great, that's just perfect. Mathew's roughteen was pretty ordinary. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, wore his little suit and tie, made sure his tattoo's wern't showing then headed off to work. Mathew wasn't much of a breakfast person. He would've eaten if he could've had something a bit more lunch and dinner based.

Instead of catching the buss Mathew walked today. He wasn't feeling up to much at the moment and he wasn't feeling very nice either. Walking through the crowd everything just buzzed making incoherent noises and uncordinated movements. The packs of people moving like schools of fish looked more like blurs and the blairs of horns seemed extra loud today. "Hello?" He asked when his phone rang only to realize he hadn't flipped it open. Today wasn't going to be a good day. I should've staid at home he thought as he opened the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Sullivan, there's a man waiting for you in your office. You're also fiffteen minutes late, when will you be here?" Stacy, Mathew's secretary, asked in a very quick voice. She was always busy.

"Just tell him to keep waiting... I'll be there... soon." Mathew hung up and nearly dropped his phone while trying to stuff it back in his pocket. HIs briefcase was extra heavy today it seemed. The sky was a duller shade of blue and everything just seemed unordinarily horrible. Suddenly some kid ran into him and sent him stumbling back a bit. He glared about to absolutely explode on this poor boy who hadn't realized he was having a horrible day. Mathew took a deep breath and prepared to snag the boy by the throat and start some form of a fight. Instead his eyes caught the other's. The boy seemed troubled... he could relate in some way. "...Watch were your going..." Mathew muttered while calming down before moving on.

Suddenly Mathew felt himself being jerked back. He gazed down to the blonde with a bit of a twitch. What did he want now? Mathew had been succesful in keeping his temper in check the first time he didn't know if he'd be able to do that a second time. "Well, what do you want?" He asked irritibly. Who wouldn't be irritable at this point Mathew thought to himself in atempts to justify his unruly actions. Slowly the boy finally stuttered out whatever it was he wanted to say. Mathew perked a brow at that curiously. "Why did Eddie tell you that I was going to get what was coming to me?" Mathew asked darkly. Now he was just pissed. "Look, I offered to help him find a new job, if you're planning on helping him with whatever the fuck he has planned then just do it instead of keeping me waiting. I'm sick of this." Mathew snapped a bit bitterly about to storm off only to realize... the boy looked really upset and...worried? It took him back a bit. "Oh... I'm sorry..." He muttered guiltily while looking around. "I didn't mean to snap at you... come on, I'll spot you for brunch or whatever. I'm not taking no for an answer, I have to properly appologies to you now..."

(FINISHED HAHAHAHA)

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Soсĸy™

(Parenthesis!: I've been having a terrible time finding somebody who looks older so I'm going to end up using my 23 year old hard ass named Matt, is that alright? I'm typing it up now...)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

~Bumpy~ ^o^

Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

Soсĸy™ wrote:

(Parenthesis!: Well a few days ago i said if it was still up when I got home I'd take it... somebody beat me to it then you said you couldn't respond to them and put it up again... I told myself the same thing and a few days later it's still here... I have alot on my plate and I'm slow at responding but um... if... if it's not too much trouble may I join you?)

Of course! >w<
And I completely understand. I'm actually...not even supposed to be on until school's over. XD;
But it'd be awesome if you could join! ~>w<~ (I've seen your roleplays and that's why I'm excited. XD You're an awesome writer.)

Soсĸy™

(Parenthesis!: Well a few days ago i said if it was still up when I got home I'd take it... somebody beat me to it then you said you couldn't respond to them and put it up again... I told myself the same thing and a few days later it's still here... I have alot on my plate and I'm slow at responding but um... if... if it's not too much trouble may I join you?)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

“I love you Alaric.”

No…you were ashamed of me. I was born a disgrace, a sin…and you couldn’t stand the sight of me.

“Don’t say that Alaric…you’re the best son a mother could ask for…”

You always favored William over me. You cherished my younger brother like he was a god, compared to me. Like I was the devil in your life.

“I love you so much…I’m so proud of you…”

Then why did you commit suicide after I--

The alarm rang loudly in the brunette’s ear, pulling him from his reoccurring nightmare. His skin was caked in sweat, strands of hair sticking
in clumps to his forehead and back of his neck. The room was silent except for the ragged breathing escaping his own mouth, bouncing off
the walls with the constant, nagging sound of the alarm. Sitting upright, he reached over and clicked the off button on the top of the tiny black
machine, letting a shaky sigh slip past his lips in finally receiving silence after his long night. Most of the sheets were tangled around
his body from his belly button down to his ankles, but parts of it hung over the edges of the bed, more so as he moved himself to sit on one side,
his feet hanging off to touch the floor.

Running his palms up his face, his fingers pushing back brown locks of hair, the lanky male wiped the moisture from his face, taking a moment
to calm himself down. The memories flooded back to him in his nightmares every time he fell asleep, haunting him as if it were his family’s ghosts.
At nineteen, he had grown used to waking up before the memory of his younger brother’s death…the one thing he was never able to remember. The
events of that night were hazy, and all that came back to him when he was awake were the screams of his mother as she took her own life, and the
blood on his hands that had belonged to William.

Shaking his mind from his current thoughts, Alaric stood from his bed, opening the doors to his mirrored closet in order to grab clothes to wear
for the day. Closing the doors, he looked into the mirror only to let out a terrified scream, falling back onto the hardwood floor at the image of
William’s bloody body, standing and glaring at him in the mirror. Eyes widened and body shaking, his stomach churned as he pushed himself up,
running to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach into the sink. After a moment, his stomach stopped protesting, and he was able to
turn on the faucet and splash cold water onto his face before looking in the bathroom mirror. Nothing. Nothing except a nineteen-year-old with
messy brown hair and green eyes that were underlined by dark circles, representing how he never got more than a few hours of sleep every night.

After readying himself, Alaric walked down the streets of a small inner city, dodging people with ease, making sure not to come into any contact
with them. When large crowds were ahead, he would stay back until they dispersed, and he would watch out for runners and children. To anyone who
knew him personally, Alaric was…different. He couldn’t come in contact with anyone else, in fear of his mentality becoming more unstable than
it already was. With just the slightest touch, the smallest brush against someone else’s arm, Alaric’s mind could tap into their personal life.
Past, present, future…it didn’t matter. He had no control of when it would happen to him either. He could bump into one person so hard to knock
one of them over and see nothing, but he could brush hands with someone else and see everything. Keeping his hands tucked safely in his pockets,
the brunette continued to dodge the crowds, heading toward his daily job, and the only job he could get in his “condition”, stocking movies
in a video store.

He could see the building just down the street, ten steps away and no more. But it couldn’t work out that way for Alaric, it could never work out
this one day where he didn’t want to see anything, didn’t want to know anything about some stranger walking down the street. He barely even
heard the older male grumble a “watch where you’re going” as he kept walking. The brunette was frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, his
mind only seeing the moment that the elder was going to die. The tall male walking into his office before being shot multiple times by someone
who had just lost their job because of him. They had been waiting just for him, and from the clock he saw on the wall…that was going to happen
today. In eleven minutes.

Alaric wasn’t sure what had caused him to turn around, whether it be out of plain stupidity or the guilt of him knowing. They wouldn’t listen
to him; they would think he was a lunatic. But knowing that he could to something to stop one person from being killed…he just couldn’t let
that go. Subconsciously, he ran after the elder male, grabbing his arm tightly to stop him from going anywhere. His body shook at the image that
was embedded into his mind, and his stomach protested violently at the scene. The same male in front of him lying on the floor, bleeding to
death from the multiple wounds in his chest. Alaric didn’t know what to say to the elder, something that would make him sound somewhat sane.

“Well…what do you want?”

His annoyed tone of voice panicked the brunette, reminding him that he had just walked over and grabbed the arm of a complete stranger, someone
who would think he was insane if he said a word. But what if he died? What if Alaric was responsible because he hadn’t said a word? “W-Well…”
he stuttered, trying to find his words through panicked intakes of breath, unable to look at the man he had just seen in his mind.
“J-Just don’t go to work today…” he sputtered out quickly, hesitating before releasing the elder male’s arm and turning to try and disappear
into the crowds of people. All he could hope for was that the other would take his warning without question. Because if he stopped Alaric…there
was no way he could explain himself without sounding like he belonged in a mental hospital. But then again…nothing ever worked out the way he
wanted them to.

[OOC: Open for anyone to join. Looking for a seme for this one. Can be any personality, and type of guy you want to choose, make it interesting! >w< The only thing I ask is that you PLEASE be descriptive. This is an idea that I've had for a while and I really want it to turn into a fantastic storyline. >w< ]