Hands Held {Higher} ~ We'll Be On {Fire} {Kae}
Feb 12, 2014 20:00:00 GMT -5
Post by Ally is tentatively back on Feb 12, 2014 20:00:00 GMT -5
Tyson Vega(-Dempsey?)
[presto]
You were never really eager for any sense of family, if you’re honest with yourself.
As a little kid you asked the obligatory question about brothers and sisters, of course, and your mother ruffled your hair (she always did that when she was about to say something she thought you wouldn’t like, so you’d feel bad if you got upset, though you didn’t realize that until you were older) and told you ”Well, I don’t need any other kids running around when I’ve got you, do I darling?” (That was another thing, pet names, and really affection was more a weapon for her than anything else.)
You asked about your father rarely, more because it was a mystery and there was never much about people you couldn’t figure out easily and less because you actually had any interest in meeting the man halfway responsible for your existence. Your only experience with family was your mother, you didn’t need or want anyone else. (You didn’t particularly even want her, but you took what you could get, distant pseudo-affection and stifling suffocating possessive protectiveness but it was all you ever
knew.)
You’re better off on your own, you think. Especially knowing your other options as you do now. (If the choice is between sticking it out on your own or throwing your lot in with a family infamous for producing a serial poisoner, it’s less a choice and more common sense.)
So of course (of fucking course just your luck it’s not even a surprise anymore oh god) running away from a hovercraft ends you up in a cave currently occupied by a certain criminally insane older brother.
You should explain that part.
See, there are a few things the government severely disapproves of that don't really seem to be major crimes. Stealing, drug use, and being outside your home district are three that you commit on a frequent basis. And, wouldn't you know it, Peacekeepers don't take kindly to it. Especially when you give them a shit-eating grin before splitting, that was possibly not a good move. You're a fucking moron.
Kaelen doesn't look exactly like his wanted poster. He's thinner and his hair's shaggier and a jagged scar over one eye that makes him look slightly more psychotic and scary which probably nobody in the district he spent two years terrifying would buy and compensating for injuries not eating well you could take him. Well. This is awkward. Probably not the best circumstances under which to meet your brother.
"Hi. I'll just be a minute. I mean, I may be the only one who enjoys me having the ability to speak, but I do enjoy it immensely. So." You babble out, a little nervously.
He looks unamused. "Who the fuck are you?" His voice isn't how you figured it'd be, much more normal, you imagined a movie villain-esque hiss or drawl, that's a pleasant surprise, you don't think you could handle that much creepiness.
His question, of course, leaves you with a dilemma. He doesn't know you exist, is the thing. And you don't know whether family ties would increase or decrease your chances of getting out of this cave alive- the last you heard before you left home was that he was dead and his (your? your.) sister had killed him, so you won't assume anything about your family.
Honesty's the best policy. Probably. "I'm your brother. I guess? Technically. Small world. Not that it's relevant." You don't look at him. You don't. You're careful. For once.
I'm coming apart at the seams
Pitching myself for leads
In other people's dreams
Now buzz, buzz, buzz
Doc, there's a hole where something was
Doc, there's a hole where something was
Pitching myself for leads
In other people's dreams
Now buzz, buzz, buzz
Doc, there's a hole where something was
Doc, there's a hole where something was
You were never really eager for any sense of family, if you’re honest with yourself.
As a little kid you asked the obligatory question about brothers and sisters, of course, and your mother ruffled your hair (she always did that when she was about to say something she thought you wouldn’t like, so you’d feel bad if you got upset, though you didn’t realize that until you were older) and told you ”Well, I don’t need any other kids running around when I’ve got you, do I darling?” (That was another thing, pet names, and really affection was more a weapon for her than anything else.)
You asked about your father rarely, more because it was a mystery and there was never much about people you couldn’t figure out easily and less because you actually had any interest in meeting the man halfway responsible for your existence. Your only experience with family was your mother, you didn’t need or want anyone else. (You didn’t particularly even want her, but you took what you could get, distant pseudo-affection and stifling suffocating possessive protectiveness but it was all you ever
knew.)
You’re better off on your own, you think. Especially knowing your other options as you do now. (If the choice is between sticking it out on your own or throwing your lot in with a family infamous for producing a serial poisoner, it’s less a choice and more common sense.)
So of course (of fucking course just your luck it’s not even a surprise anymore oh god) running away from a hovercraft ends you up in a cave currently occupied by a certain criminally insane older brother.
You should explain that part.
See, there are a few things the government severely disapproves of that don't really seem to be major crimes. Stealing, drug use, and being outside your home district are three that you commit on a frequent basis. And, wouldn't you know it, Peacekeepers don't take kindly to it. Especially when you give them a shit-eating grin before splitting, that was possibly not a good move. You're a fucking moron.
Kaelen doesn't look exactly like his wanted poster. He's thinner and his hair's shaggier and a jagged scar over one eye that makes him look slightly more psychotic and scary which probably nobody in the district he spent two years terrifying would buy and compensating for injuries not eating well you could take him. Well. This is awkward. Probably not the best circumstances under which to meet your brother.
"Hi. I'll just be a minute. I mean, I may be the only one who enjoys me having the ability to speak, but I do enjoy it immensely. So." You babble out, a little nervously.
He looks unamused. "Who the fuck are you?" His voice isn't how you figured it'd be, much more normal, you imagined a movie villain-esque hiss or drawl, that's a pleasant surprise, you don't think you could handle that much creepiness.
His question, of course, leaves you with a dilemma. He doesn't know you exist, is the thing. And you don't know whether family ties would increase or decrease your chances of getting out of this cave alive- the last you heard before you left home was that he was dead and his (your? your.) sister had killed him, so you won't assume anything about your family.
Honesty's the best policy. Probably. "I'm your brother. I guess? Technically. Small world. Not that it's relevant." You don't look at him. You don't. You're careful. For once.
Fell outta bed, butterfly bandage, but don't worry
You'll never remember, your head is far too blurry
Put him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man
He needs his head put through a cat scan
Hey editor, I'm undeniable
Hey doctor, I'm certifiable
You'll never remember, your head is far too blurry
Put him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man
He needs his head put through a cat scan
Hey editor, I'm undeniable
Hey doctor, I'm certifiable
~*~Table Credit Anzie~*~
