elijah 'ernest' kinkade :: capitol :: fin cb

Surnames are only a means to an end. Only a way for people to bring you down over something that you've had no control over. Not from the moment that your eyes open to the world, or till the moment that they shut at the end. And yours is one that everyone will try to bring you down on. Seven letters of pure hell.

K I N K A D E.

You never tell anyone that, you'd never dare even spit his name. You know how heated that can get, and you remember that they thought you were joking when your surname was Kinkade at school. "Shut up Earnest," they called. "You'd never be related to a Gamemaker. You're too basic for that to happen." Not that you even want to allow anyone else to know that now. Wouldn't want to ruin his image as a rich 'un, for all of it to be ruined by a "sniveling punk", or whatever the fuck that he'll decide to call you. You know that he doesn't know that you exist, so why change it? Might as well try and rip his world from underneath instead.

You are a face that no one will notice. You look like him, but not enough that anyone will take note. A face that could be seen a hundred times, and hardly any recognition. The main difference is style however. You're practical. Never stylish. Boots with steel caps, not the spurs off the back. You're no more than a mess, with a name that you don't want, in a place where you're a forgotten sibling of a star. But that is your life, and you can not change the past.

But the future, well, sometimes, there are fallen stars. And you'll be the one to drag it right down.