The Beginning {Cass}

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The Beginning {Cass} Jan 25, 2012 22:22:19 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Jan 25, 2012 22:22:19 GMT -5

Archie struggled with each breath, gasping for air but it was like his airway was blocked. He doubled over clutching his chest, full of agony and exhaustion. Huh, so if you steal something this is what you get he thought to himself. "shit!" he cursed to himself as his pursuer came closer. He had to hide, Archie couldn't run any further. Fear filled his body as he looked around for somewhere to hide, anywhere. The footsteps came closer echoing of the empty street. Archie dived into the bush that was closest to him, praying that it would cover him from view of the street. Branches dug into him as he laid there impatient to be on his way but not daring to leave the safety of the bush until the footsteps faded into nothing. He slowly crawled out from the bush and wearliy looked around for any signs of life. Archie slowly trugged of to the direction of his home, sore and tired.

Archie gratefully dropped onto the chair that stood alone on the porch. He reached into his pockect and pulled out the ring he had stolen, he didn't know who the ring belonged to but he did't care. He stared at the ring, the moonlight glinted off the golden hoop, he couldn't ake his eyes away mesmerised at the sight that was before him. Archie was satisfied with the item he had stolen, he decided he would show his prize to his father in the morning. He slowly rose to his feet and climbed the stairs to his bedroom where he justed flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

The sun was high in the sky just before noon when archie woke up. His clothes were tattered from last nights events and he had scratches down his arrms where the skin was exposed to the branches of the bush. His father was down stairs. "Dad look," archie shoved the gold ring infront of his eyes, his father jumped back in suprise. The expression on his fathers face suddenly darkened. "Archie," he yelled with huge scowl on his face, "You idiot, you will get our whole family in trouble if you keep on stealing crap." Spit flew from his mouth, his face went red and his eyes had a tinge of crazyness. He shook form outrage and fear. "Get that out of my house," he screeched. Archie cringed away from his dad, shocked at his sudden outburst, his face fell and tears theartened to spill. He took one more look at his dad and fled the house, running away from the nightmare.

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Last Edit: Jan 25, 2012 22:23:08 GMT -5 by latisha

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The Beginning {Cass} Feb 1, 2012 5:28:23 GMT -5

Post by cass on Feb 1, 2012 5:28:23 GMT -5

Patch Grey

The day was dark and cold as always in the dark nights of the district. There was, but only a rare light glinting from an old candle. No one wanted to be seen in the backstreets of this dark and dangerous districts, so everyone kept quiet, they hid and made sure they were all but invisiable. Patch walks loudly down the street, he had no fear of anyone and he felt free and peaceful in this district. He didn't need to hide he was proud of who he was, Patch was him. The stone or gravel, whatever you called it cracked loudly underneath his black leather boots. The sound echoed down the quiet and empty streets. A grin slowly creeps onto Patch's face, it sounded so right.

His jacket hung loosely around him, unzipped and showing off the shirt that was marked with a skull and the words "No brian no pain." The words had nothing to do with the intelligent man that wore the shirt, he wasn't dumb... if anything he was far from it. He was a smart boy that could use any words to his advantage as well as skill. The muscles that rippled under his jacket showed just how tough he was, they showed that he knew what he was doing. Then he started to whistle, it was a smooth sound that came out easily, it was rhythmatic and began to form the tune of an old song that was now forbidded in the district. Patch didn't care. As he rounded a corner his whistle came to an end as he saw a boy standing in his path. He didn't care about the boy, or whyhe was there, it was simple. The boy was in patch's way he had to move.

He glares at the boys back, he wasn't going to talk to the boy. He didn't talk to people below him... that was pretty much anyone. He felt the anger rise in him as he stared longer and more intently at the boy, waiting for him to turn around, but he wouldn't. Patch growled and moved forward bashing into the guy, before continuing his stroll down the long winding streets. He didn't look back at the guy, looking back was for regret. Who wanted to see a pathetic whimp? Not Patch. Patch began his whistling again, but this time it was of a song that was both beautiful, but horrible. It was about a lady who fell in love with a murderer. She was killed in the most gruesome way possiably. It was like artwork. The murderer was crazy. Just like Patch. So it was kind of fitting that he had choosen that song.

{OOC: Code later, I have to go :P}

Last Edit: Feb 1, 2012 5:29:02 GMT -5 by cass

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The Beginning {Cass} Feb 2, 2012 3:44:41 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Feb 2, 2012 3:44:41 GMT -5

Night fell as Archie walked down the street, shivering as a cold breeze buffed him. His feet dragged on the ground, no spirit or bounce in his step. I can't go back home, not with my dad like this he thought to himself as he kicked a loose rock that plunged into the darkness. Shadows were casted in his wake, his eyes alert for any signs of movement. A lonely cat trotted out from behind a bush, hearing the soft sounds of its padded feet as it walked acroos the foot path. Its emerald green eyes glowed in the dark as it scampered away to safety. Suddenly a high pitched wistle pierced the air. Archie kept his head down not bothering to see where the sound came from. He could feel the eyes bore into him, it felt like that person could see his soul.

A boy came from behind shouldering Archie out of the way as he marched past, nose in the air. He is a snob he thought to himself as the boy kept on walking, his jacket billowed around him. That kid would pay for what he had done, making him look like a fool he thought viciously, no one makes a fool out of Archie Baldwin. He chuckled quietly to himself as he followed the boy up the street. His feet made quiet scuffs as he walked up the street, head up and making it obvious, making his strides long and purposeful. He slipped his hand in to his pocket of his jeans pulling out the ring, it was cold and shined in the night air. Archie through the golden loop, the darkness swallowed it up greedily.

Suddenly his steps faltered.No, I wouldn't hurt that boy because he made a fool out of me he decided, that's not what my father wants. It was time Archie started fresh it was a new beginning for him, it was a time for him to have a new role model. He will have confidence radiating from him, he will stand tall and proud and he will be just like that kid. Archie's eyes glittered with anticapation, wanting to be just like patch, thats what he heard people call him. He sat down slowly on the concrete floor watching the sky turn to red, orange, yellow and slowly to blue. he welcomed the sun with open arms, warming him to the bones.

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Last Edit: Feb 11, 2012 22:26:04 GMT -5 by latisha

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The Beginning {Cass} Mar 7, 2012 18:13:42 GMT -5

Post by cass on Mar 7, 2012 18:13:42 GMT -5

Patch scowls at the boy that was following him. That was not right. That was just sad. The boy must really have a death wish if he was following Patch. Only an idiot messed with Patch, someone who wanted to do. Moving slower Patch rounded a corner, he footsteps topped. He waited for the boy to come, he looks around, the boy was pretty ugly and probably just wanted to be cool, or some shit, but the stupid boy was going to have to face Patch now. Patch was actually a little confused, everyone knew who he was, and everyone knew it could possibly be the last thing you ever do to annoy Patch. Wow was this guy an idiot.

The street was very dark, and slient, all you could hear was the boy footsteps as he slowly crept forward to the place where Patch was hiding and waiting. A smile slowly found its way onto Patch’s face. He had missed fighting, Leah hadn’t wanted to fight for days, she was upset with Patch, but he craved fighting. He was addicted to it, and if an addicted person doesn’t get what they want they go crazy. Not true in Patch’s case since he was already crazy. Patch clenched his fists, barely able to control himself, he could already see all the blood, the glee and the fun. He wanted it so badly.

((OOC: Sorry this is really bad :P))

Last Edit: Mar 7, 2012 18:15:54 GMT -5 by cass