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Arrows Retired Staff 3,236 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen May 23, 2023 16:50:31 GMT -5 your resident blonde bisexual boy	bailey monaghan :: district twelve :: fin Dec 15, 2019 17:47:56 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arrows on Dec 15, 2019 17:47:56 GMT -5 Bailey Monaghan 14 years old "when children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief." ~ Henry Fielding
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bailey monaghan :: district twelve :: fin Dec 15, 2019 18:30:44 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Dec 15, 2019 18:30:44 GMT -5

"Boy, where's Jamie?"

His scent stings with the sharpness of whiskey and regret.

"Out. Can I help you find something sir?"

His eyes flutter as a guttural sound gargles up from the back of his throat. Your teeth bare as a hiss slithers out in distaste for the potential production of putrid bile.

"Hey! You vomit I'll shove a bar of soap so far down your throat you'll choke to death."

The man steadies for a second to glare at you like some insect between him and his numbness. Your eyes roll upon instinct. What a loathsome stain on humanity. However, a customer is a customer. Not to mention, in his state he is your favorite kind. You relinquish the broom in your hands to head towards a cabinet he clearly recognizes. Of course he does, its belongings coat the breath of his previous purchase. Your fingers linger over a single latch.

"Not just some boy now am I? "

You revel in the power of your position over his desperation.

"Based on your stench, I feel like you're interested in another bottle of this brand?"

From the deepest depths of the cabinet, you pull out a brown bottle of liquid soap. Yet, both you and this half-wasted man know that in truth only whiskey whirls inside. Surely enough, the sight of the "soap" sends the man staggering forward with a face fixated in anticipation. His hands are almost wrapped around the bottle neck when you rip it back behind the check out counter. Your eyes of cruel enjoyment stare starkly back into his of clouded confusion. You tap a finger onto the counter's top.

"Payment first."

The man practically turns out every pocket he has to find where he stored his money. Only once the coins are counted and rattling within your free hand do you allow him to take hold of the bottle. You begin taking note of the purchase as he shoves the bottle beneath his sweater and taps his hand over your hair, like you're some child.

"Good lad! I'll be seeing you then!"

You can't help the sinister smirk and the maniacal laughter the follows his exit. He doesn't know just how true his final words to you are. Throwing on a hood you call out to whichever one of your siblings can hear that you're stepping out for a minute. Already your heart is racing with excitement.

Outside rain soaks deeply into the rim of your hood while you follow slowly behind the sound of sloshing steps. The man still struggling to walk makes his way towards the outskirts of the village and in his shadow you remain. For a while, he seems bravely to stick to the main roads riddled with peace keepers and pedestrians. Alas, his luck shifts when he wanders down a narrow road where only you and he exist. Your face flares into a smile.

Like some dark rose you blossom from the reddened waters of the rain behind you. Bleeding from a broken nose and unconscious from a well landed punch, your "customer" doesn't follow you out of the alley. Success streaks across your grin bolstered by the sound of the sloshing bottle within your sweatshirt's pocket. Who could call you a child? If anything you are a prodigy in your family. To sell something then to steal it back only to sell it again, all well insuring those you rip off never know it's you who did it, now that's good business. You refuse to be left out of the action.

Along the line home, a hand pulls you from the crowd, white and with the potential to kill. You stand front and center within the visored gaze of a Peacekeeper.

"Kid, you're one of those Monaghans aren't you?"

Your skin crawls at that word again. Kid, boy, child, lesser. You want to scream, to rip the mask off of this Peacekeeper's face and spit into their eyes. Even their question is pointless, of course you are a Monaghan. Simply by staring at your own reflection you can see the distinguishing features of your family as clear as day. Dark hair with even darker eyes to hide what lies behind the purity of a simple shop. Cheeks anointed with a flurry of freckles and sullen as the shadows. You might be a smaller shape than most of your family, but there is no doubt that you are a son of the Monaghans. You prepare to snap back some sharp response only to be beaten by the Keeper.

"Take this home with you. That should settle up with you all."

A small snort stems from your lips as you take the small pouch of money. Of course, it's yet another one of the customers. In that case, you don't withhold your fire. They choose to come to the dragons' cave for treasure, they risk getting burnt.

"Fine, but I'm not a fucking kid. Remember that the next time you need your fix."

You don't wait for the response. You set back towards home with your hood drawn while money and booze rattle within your pockets. A real Monaghan, through and through.

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Arrows Retired Staff 3,236 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen May 23, 2023 16:50:31 GMT -5 your resident blonde bisexual boy	bailey monaghan :: district twelve :: fin Dec 15, 2019 18:53:32 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arrows on Dec 15, 2019 18:53:32 GMT -5 All done! And the wonderful [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ has dibs! <3
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bailey monaghan :: district twelve :: fin Dec 15, 2019 22:15:02 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Dec 15, 2019 22:15:02 GMT -5

Like some dark rose you blossom from the reddened waters of the rain behind you. Bleeding from a broken nose and unconscious from a well landed punch, your "customer" doesn't follow you out of the alley.

*chefs kiss* HE'S SO SPOOKY AND SCARY YET STRONG AND GORGEOUS AHHH I LUV HIM!! love our littl- i mean, younger brother <3

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Last Edit: Dec 15, 2019 22:15:34 GMT -5 by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨

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