Abraham "Quicksilver" Qui - D9 - done

Meghan Capitol Resident 1,217 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Nov 26, 2023 2:53:00 GMT -5	Abraham "Quicksilver" Qui - D9 - done Nov 22, 2017 15:20:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Meghan on Nov 22, 2017 15:20:13 GMT -5 abraham "quicksilver" qui seventeen district nine leader of the marbles gang older brother to birdie "shootin' star" qui resident mysterious badass played by bartek borowiec
	Last Edit: Nov 22, 2017 21:39:53 GMT -5 by Meghan

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Abraham "Quicksilver" Qui - D9 - done Nov 22, 2017 16:04:26 GMT -5

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Post by Meghan on Nov 22, 2017 16:04:26 GMT -5

- - Q U I C K S I L V E R - -

- - will you be, the savior, of the beaten, and the damned? - -

Who am I? Well, it's not all that interesting, but I guess I'll give you a taste of what you want. Consider yourself lucky. I don't do this often, and I don't really give a shit what most people want. But if that's what it takes to get you to shut up, I guess I'll give it a try.

I smell blood on the breath of my enemies, I smell blood on the breath of my friends. I see fear in the glint of your eyes, I feel fear in the pulpit of my heart. It beats blurred bridges from aorta to aorta, and the thump thump thump of my heart glints red. We run through rough-edged valleys, our yellow-toothed mouths screaming joy and obscenities. We run with hair flying, smoke trailing, and glee gliding as we carve our own odyssey. This our voyage, we each take it alone. This is our voyage, we stride forward together.

I was five when mother first got sick. Until then, her soft-velvet words were sweet. Her delicate fingers would run through my hair, long even then, and push it away from my forehead. When I fell down stairs, or ran into walls, a side-effect of bursting energy and endless fireworks of my molecular conduction, my muscles expanding and contracting too quick for my control, mother scared away the pain. Scared it into the dark and wiped away blubbering tears from my freckled cheeks. The joy of her presence filled my heart with gold.

Then the explosions began. Not mine from clumsy hands, but the ones in the synapses of her brain. They beat, beat, beat her cerebral cortex with their twisted drums. They rushed up and down and up and down her spinal cord and paralyzed then released her in their stuttering rhythm. She lost her sweetness, swallowed whole by piercing pain. I lost my comfort, and I lost my gold. It charred away my coated heart with rot, turned it to coal and dust. I resented it. I resented the thief of my heart, I resented the explosions of my conscious.

With the rotting of my gold I turned to pyrite. I tried to keep the shine for her, but she forgot me as each demon-burst carved away another layer of her soul. I was only a facade, though I shone with my sunset hair and sycamore eyes. You could only see my true colors in the freckles that dotted along the tip of my pointed nose and defaced the sharp angles of my chin. I became a walking contradiction, both pale and brown. Not tan, and not pure. Handsome in a rugged way. A fact I took advantage of, for as I grew I began to get noticed by pretty women and men. I welcomed them all, though my demeanor was rough and my words not smooth. I suppose this is what attracted them. Everyone likes a bad boy.

With the retreat of mother came the passiveness of father. His life became consumed by twelve hour factory shifts, only coming around to eat and sleep and make love to his sick wife. My sister, Birdie, and I became an afterthought to his life. They were consumed by their suffering, and we were consumed by our poverty. I chose action in the face of their hazy lives. I was not a warm individual, but I knew my role was to provide. Birdie, my little shootin' star, was my greatest joy and most important charge. I became the mother-goose, and Birdie became my little hen. I smothered her with a fierce, fierce love. Stole books for her never-ending literature hunger, and taught her to fight. I scared away her enemies, and rocked her to sleep. I would die for her, if it became necessary. She is my child, not theirs, never theirs. The respect and adoration I held for them shriveled up as they lost us in the void. We only had each other, just as they only had themselves.

I fell into the marbles games quickly after our parents faded away. I had always been friends with the rowdy rascals of the schoolyard, and we became the heirs of a long-held practice. It was something that I had natural talent for with my sharpshooter eye and patient hands. Birdie quickly followed my example, and we won our nicknames among the group as our wins began to pile up. Quicksilver and Shootin' Star. Silver and red. Abra and Birdie. We were quite a pair.

The group tried to get to know me, but I didn't say much. If they pressed too hard, I lashed out. I became known for my hard-hits and evil eyes. I was the snarling, hissing cat. You pissed me off, I sunk you with my claws. They quickly learned to stop asking questions, and I appreciated it. I was raw emotion, screaming and crying and laughing when the moment struck my fancy. They respected me because I won. They respected me because I rose above them.

At sixteen, I became their leader. The prior leader, Jigsaw, married a merchant and had no need for the gang anymore. His wife had enough money for the two of them, and he didn't have a reason to shoot for bread. We still see him from time to time, but he's got his new crowd and we still have ours. He's welcome anytime, but now the gang looks to me for guidance. I give them what I can, but there isn't much in decision making, really. We shoot our marbles, trade our trinkets, and smoke our cigarettes. We stay away from the other gangs, only clashing from time to time. I'm known on the streets, so most kids who don't join us stay away. If they don't bother us we don't bother them.

This is my life so far. It isn't glamorous, and we often go hungry. But it gives me control, and it keeps Birdie safe. I'm not complaining. I am who I am, and if you have a problem with it, I can introduce my fist to your face.

Yeah. That's what I thought. You're a coward, and I am a brute. At least, that's what people say. Have a great life, don't come around here again. See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya.

- - just a man, not a hero, just a boy, who had to, sing this song - -

- - words: 1044 - - Template by Meghan - -

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2017 21:39:25 GMT -5 by Meghan

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