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I'm a Loser, Baby {Red Jun 26, 2011 23:41:36 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 26, 2011 23:41:36 GMT -5

for what it's worth, I always aim to please
but I nearly died

The dusks were long and meandering in the summer over district ten. The light clung to the earth, trapping in heat and stretching the work of the days. Mace especially felt the extra hours, in his shoulders, in the bruises that he accumulated from being kicked by cows. He returned the favor with the cattle rod, never enough to leave a mark, but enough to let the cow know that he didn't appreciate sore ribs or fractured bones. It happened less and less, but only because Mace became smarter, more aware. The beasts didn't change, except to be more irritable in the long, dry heat.

He'd finally gotten the herd into their night pen. He had half a mind to sleep in the tall grass in the next field over, just so that it wouldn't be such a long walk the next morning. He should go back and tend to his siblings, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough about that, either. He was tired, but he was so much more than that, too. He was sick of the routine.

And he'd heard about a barn not far off, maybe a half hour's walk, where kids his age gathered. Other farm rats, no doubt, but the rumor was they had a little fun there too. Mace checked the sky, and knew he'd arrive after dark. There's no way anyone in the home would see him, and he was eighteen, he reminded himself. No one needed to keep tabs on him.

He used what was left in his water canteen to wash his hair, newly shorn almost to his scalp. He washed as he walked, chewed on a bit of jerky, and passed the time considering the recent additions to the home. One in particular. He tried not to dwell on her, but there was no hope for it. He almost passed the barn, so intense was his focus. He turned back, hoofing it through the prickly brush, as the sounds of overworked teenagers cutting loose filled his ears.

Mace yanked the barn door open, eyes adjusted fully to the night. The inside of the barn was lit by a few candles but little else. He blinked, scanning left and right. He probably didn't belong, certainly wasn't invited. But he was there regardless. "Pretty weak party," he said with a grin.

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I'm a Loser, Baby {Red Jun 27, 2011 13:28:20 GMT -5

Post by wingsonmyheels on Jun 27, 2011 13:28:20 GMT -5

Red Jameson:

The barn was the best, that's what you had to get. It was the only place where a D10 kid just do what he wanted. It was chill, it was cool, it was pretty frekin glorius. Red was there tonight, he'd come by himself initially, but he'd made friends pretty quickly, they were good people. One of the guys was passing around a cigerette, everyone was sharing it, the girls were shutting down every attempt the guys made at the girls. Red couldn't stop laughing, the girls were witty and the guys were defensless, it was a bad combo.

In such a great atomosphere Red didn't get why someone would just walk in and screw it all up. That's kind of exacly what this kid did, calling out every guy in the room. Well, did expect us to take it, as one 4 guys stood up, Red did as well, after breif hesitation. Hesitation, it's never a good thing, Red knew it had been noted, so he decided to make the first move.

"You're right in fact I don't think any of us would be strong enough to set that noes, what did ya do?? It looks like you were trying to sniff your eyes."

Obviously, the noes is what stood out to Red immediatley, but the kid had some other pretty distinguishing features, including that he was tall, and pretty well built. He radiated deush bag, this made Red take a step forward, he loved seeing the face of bigger kids when the scappy lean kid gets right in his face.

"I've got an idea, why don't you try walking in again, say somthing nice, and maybe you can hang out. Till then you've been labled a dick. Gott it?? Well go on sunshine, I don't got all night."

Red kept getting closer, he didn't want to give this kid a chance to think. By the end of his mini speech he would've been noes to noes with if Red wasn't 5 inches shorter.

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I'm a Loser, Baby {Red Jun 27, 2011 19:31:38 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 27, 2011 19:31:38 GMT -5

for what it's worth, I always aim to please
but I nearly died

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that there were actually quite a few teenagers gathered. What should be his peers. And yet Mace had never much felt like a teen, even before he had started shouldering more responsibility at the home. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been home schooled, or abandoned. Or maybe it was just him. Regardless, they didn't really seem like his people, his tribe. They just were local groupies. And he wanted to be one of them, for a night, or at least he had, before he found a stick of a boy leaning into his face.

He hadn't really meant to elicit that sort of reaction, but it gratified him nevertheless. He'd come to party, sure, but there was nothing quite like getting his fists wet. Mace's grin remained in the exact same place on his face, but underwent a transformation. His lips curled inward, revealing more of those white teeth, and the slant of his eyes seemed to weigh more heavily on it, more cruelly.

He was really getting sick of people who ran their mouths. Especially ones he could pat on the head. "That's the lamest password ever, bro." He held his stance, despite the deep desire to reach out and clock him. If he wanted to get into this barn, he'd apparently just met the gatekeeper. He clearly wasn't in charge for his physique, so what did Red have that Mace was missing?

His dead eyes scrutinized Red for a moment before Mace rolled his shoulders. It wasn't quite a shrug, and not quite a demonstration of the muscles beneath his off-white shirt either. It was somewhere in between. "Just call me dick then and get out of my way."

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I'm a Loser, Baby {Red Jul 13, 2011 10:06:24 GMT -5

Post by wingsonmyheels on Jul 13, 2011 10:06:24 GMT -5

Red Jameson:

Standing in the gloom, the kid shrugged, which was far from a submission, but Red got some satisfaction out of it. Because seriously, the guy wasn''t gonna back down anyway, why would an athleticly framed dude like this ever relent to a stick like Red? Plowing on the kid said somthing else, but Red didn't really care. He wasn't listening, he just stepped aside, the shrug was enough for him.

Red walked back to his seat and plopped down, motioning for the cigerette. He puffed without taking his eyes of the stranger, Red couldn't help wonder what the hell a shrug meant.

Maybe there was a hidden respect for Red there, maybe it was just an inward desicion not to kick his ass from one side of the barn to the other. Nevertheless, the mask of coolness that this kid possessed didn't stop the surprise showing through when Red jumped up. Not many people can believe they can be out deusch bagged, but Red loved to be the reality check. He was calculating and knew just how to rub people the wrong way. But now he missed the laid back, smokey atmosphere of a few minutes ago.

"Whatever man, whatever...."

He thought that would be the end of it, he really did. But he needed one last bit of inforamation.

"Whats your name anway?"

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I'm a Loser, Baby {Red Jul 18, 2011 21:46:19 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jul 18, 2011 21:46:19 GMT -5

for what it's worth, I always aim to please
but I nearly died

Drugs. They made Mace’s world go round, especially the cigarette that Red pulled on. Without them he had no hope of ever having his own farm. He picked the leaves on the far edge of the community home, sold the stuff in the market when it suited him. Never enough that anyone would be able to avoid him for long, but enough to keep most flush between trips. It was a tricky business, made trickier by the fact that he could be put in the detention center or killed if he was discovered.

But what was life, stuck at the home, working with the cows day after day after day?

So, he took the risk, and never indulged himself. Truthfully, he found the smell, the clinging stink of it, to be disgusting. So much the better. It was never a good idea to be both a dealer and a user. That’s how people got stupid. He rather thought that Red had gotten a good piece down that path already as he turned back to his haze, rather than address the threat in front of him.
Mace crossed his arms over his chest, a curious little smile forming on his flat lips. Whatever game this was, he was intrigued, although he would have preferred to know the rules up front. He still felt fairly confident that even if Red rallied some of his drug-addled friends, Mace would come out on top. He’d had a broken nose before, after all.

Whatever. It was as though that one word made everything right. And then a question. He debated giving a fake name, but then he had undoubtedly sold to some of the teens in the room, and they would know him regardless. “Mace. What’s it matter?”

Because he wasn’t sure it should, or it shouldn’t. He hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to make himself known around Ten, and it wasn’t like he had a blood line to relate to. Just his trio of Emberstatt brothers, and they weren’t even actually related. So what was this gimmick? A way to make sure he paid later on?

“What’s yours?” Seemed like the safe way to go. A name for a name.

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