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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 23, 2011 20:18:55 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen sat alone in the shed, staring blankly at the wall. He hadn't been here long; he was still getting used to the landscape, and he'd found himself here unsure of where he was. It wasn't such a bad thing; being alone was good, he enjoyed it. Although not too many people bothered him, he still didn't like that they were there all the time. At home he'd been able to lock himself in his room and let the world pass him by. He couldn't do that as easily here.
He smoothed the hair over his blind eye, a subconscious motion that meant he was a little ill at ease. The memories were circling his skull, reminding him over and over why he was here. It was his fault, after all; he should have been able to control himself, should have been able to stop once he realized how far it had gotten, or that she'd stopped moving... but he hadn't. He'd just kept going, his anger flaring up all the more when she had stopped moving. She had stopped moving. She'd never move again.
Kallen bit into his lip, hoping that pain would stop him from sinking into those memories, but the blood made it worse. He tasted the blood as his teeth dug into his lip and he wondered if she had tasted it. He deserved pain and torment. He deserved anything that happened to him, for what he'd done to her. She hadn't deserved it, she just shouldn't have been there...
But it was still his fault. It would always be his fault. He spit blood on the ground and pulled his pant leg up, scraping his nail against his leg over and over. He deserved this pain. He needed it. She hadn't deserved it, but he did. He deserved this. [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:304 :Notes:Kallen... I missed you, even your depressed moments... :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:OMZ FIRST POST IN SO LONG!
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 24, 2011 14:48:47 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore But I like to DO IT [/font] Dareynn drifted around outside, not particularly interested in going anywhere. He was just…wandering. He hadn’t seen Ember in a while, but he wasn’t too worried. The last time he’d seen her she’d been fine; what could happen in two days?
Though, truthfully, he knew a lot could happen in two days. A lot could happen in two minutes. But he wasn’t going to worry himself over it. They were behind huge fences with barbed wire at the top. They were electric, too. So it was whatever. Slipping a hand into the pocket of his black skinny jeans, the lanky teen pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Sliding one of the thin white sticks from the pack he set it between his lips, fingers exchanging the pack for an almost-completely-used-up lighter. Adjusting his grip on the small object, the boy flicked his thumb over the wheel, trying to get the lighter to start. A growl of frustration worked its way out of his throat after the tenth flick that resulted in no light. All he wanted to do was light the damn cigarette, it really didn’t have to be as much trouble as it was.
The teen stopped moving, planting his feet angrily on the abandoned dirt trail that led back to his shed. Well…it wasn’t his shed. Technically it was just an abandoned, run-down, rinky-dink shack that used to pass for a shed. Nobody used it any more except for him. It was a great place to take his clients when the aforementioned didn’t have any other place. It was better than the bushes, at least. Slamming his thumb over the lighter, Dareynn relaxed slightly when a small flame appeared. He brought the flame to the end of the cancer stick and inhaled, the nicotine calming the jittery, short-tempered mood he had been in. Stowing the lighter back in his pocket as he continued down the trail, the dark-haired teen let the cig sit between his lips, both hands hanging at his sides.
Dareynn was about halfway through the cigarette by the time he got to the cabin. Inhaling before removing it from his mouth, the boy flicked off the ashes as he exhaled through his nose, smoke curling up around his bangs and dispersing into the air. Sliding the thin white stick back between his lips, Dareynn pushed open the door to the shed, pausing when he saw someone sitting there already. Why did people always seem to find his places? First Ember, now this guy. “’Scuse me,” Dareynn said, eyes drifting up and down the boy. He didn’t look too insane. Maybe he was clinically depressed or something. There were people here because of that, he was pretty sure. They weren’t all prostitutes like he was. “But if you bleed all over this place, I can’t use it. You should stop.” He’d seen plenty of people torturing themselves before, it was nothing new. Hell, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t done it himself sometimes. What other reason would he have to corrode his lungs?
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 24, 2011 15:52:19 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen dragged his nail across his skin, laying his head on his knees. He saw her, the look she gave him, her blue eyes sparkling with pain before she fell to the ground, the way her brown hair had mingled with her blood... He wondered if they'd gotten it all out for her funeral. He hadn't been allowed to go. He'd been sitting in a jail cell, waiting for his court date. It hadn't been until after that that he'd been pegged as a boy with a mental disorder and sent to this place, otherwise he may have been able to say goodbye one more time...
He sighed heavily and dug into his leg a little harder with each pass, waiting for the skin to break, waiting for the release of the pain. He hadn't been doing this much, but he found that when he hurt himself, he felt like he was redeeming himself just a little bit, that maybe people back home would accept him again, would forgive him...
“’Scuse me,” Kallen wanted to ignore the person that was interrupting him. He needed this time alone, didn't anyone understand that? It was his fault... “But if you bleed all over this place, I can’t use it. You should stop.”
Kallen looked up, wishing this guy would just leave him alone. Maybe he could make the boy realize that this was not the time to mess with him. He knew from experience that he tended to get more violent when someone interrupted his thoughts, especially of... her. And he could feel the anger inside him, building up slowly but surely, pressing against him and telling him to blow up. Telling him that he shouldn't take this, that he deserved to have time to himself to atone for his wrongs.
Kallen froze. He couldn't see the face very well, but from what he saw, it looked alot like the monster that looked back at him from the mirror every day. And he hated it. He just stared, wanting the light to show his features in a little clearer light, but afraid of what he'd see.
[/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:354 :Notes:Oh noes, Kallen... :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:I agree with Notes... 'Oh noes, Kallen...'
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 24, 2011 16:17:41 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] Glad he hadn’t scared the kid, Dareynn removed the cigarette from his mouth and flicked the ashes out the door. This place was a pain in the ass to clean up since he didn’t have a broom. Leaves and dirt had to be thrown out or shoved into a corner by hand. Feeling slightly odd under the gaze of the stranger, the dark-haired teen brought his precious nicotine back to his lips, inhaling until it was burned down to the filter. Instead of tossing it on the ground, he simply pushed it into his wrist, the power it had had to burn now extinguished.
The teen was staring at him oddly, which sort of bothered him. At least he wasn’t continuing to scratch at his leg. Less to clean up later. Blood was a pain to clean up, especially since he’d have to go find water and, more than likely, soap or something else that would get it off the wood. If it weren’t for people freaking out and thinking he killed someone, he would leave it there. Other bodily fluids were also a pain to clean up…
Before he could delve too far down that train of thought, Dareynn forced himself to discard the butt of the cigarette out the door and turn back to the invader. “Cat got yer tongue?” He raised an eyebrow, stepping farther into the shed. He pulled out his lighter again, flicking it hard until a flame appeared. He could feel the gentle glow on his face as he shifted some of the things on the old, rotting wooden crate he kept candles on. Bringing the flame to the wick, he held it there until it lit, letting the lighter go out and using the lit candle to light the others. No point in wasting what little he had left of his lighter. Candles were, by far, easier to acquire.
Flopping down against the wall across from the stranger, Dareynn said, “Why’re you back here? This is my place.” He wasn’t too mad, since the kid hadn’t done anything horrible. It could have been worse. The guy could have ransacked the place and totally destroyed everything. That would have pissed him off.
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 24, 2011 17:15:28 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] No doubt about it, this kid looked a lot like Kallen. It really freaked him out. The boy's snake bites glinted in the light that showed a face almost exactly like his own, only with blue eyes instead of Kallen's bright green. The dark hair fell a lot like Kallen's own, the skin looked just as pale in the sparse light.
"Your place?" Kallen muttered, rising to his feet as he looked at the boy, wondering where he'd come from, and why he had the same face, the same general body type. "What makes it your place? Who are you?" Kallen heard the desperate tone creeping into his voice and tried hard to block it out. He wouldn't look weak. He wasn't weak, he was just broken, irreparable. Kallen stepped a little away from the boy and shook his head. This wasn't happening. He was dreaming, or he'd started daydreaming, or... something. Something that made sense, that wouldn't be hard to wrap his head around and would be over soon. He didn't want to deal with this, didn't know if he could deal with this. It was too soon to have revelations about his past, and he really didn't want to think about it.
He looked at the ground, but his eyes couldn't stay there. They shifted back to the boy, wanting to meet the blue eyes but not quite able. So instead he stood awkwardly. Then he couldn't help it... he whispered, "Why do you look like me?" [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:249 :Notes:Kallen is so confused. @.@ :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:My posts are so short. >.<
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 24, 2011 18:34:35 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] While waiting for an answer, Dareynn had pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was now turning the cardboard around in his fingers, debating whether or not he should have another. He wanted one, but he had less than half the pack left. As the boy started speaking Dareynn forced himself to set the pack on the ground, deciding having one now would require him to offer one to the stranger. He didn’t want to waste his cigarettes on people he didn’t know, especially since the warden he normally got them from was on vacation for a few more days.
“It’s my place because I cleaned it up and nobody else uses it,” Dareynn said. “Or did someone tell ya you could come here fer a good time?” Eyebrow still raised, the dark-haired teen shrugged, unconsciously chewing on one of his snakebites. “My name’s Dareynn, if you really care that much.” Nobody else seemed to care what his name was. The teen was fairly certain even some of his regulars didn’t know his name. But it didn’t matter; why did they need to know his name? All they did was pay him for sex. They didn’t even have to barely look at him.
He watched the other teen, confused by his actions. It wasn’t like Dareynn was going to bite him. There really wasn’t any reason to be so jumpy. Then he asked an odd question. Dareynn’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand the question. They looked alike? The dark-haired teen wouldn’t really know, since the first thing he had done upon being put in his dorm was destroy the mirror. He hated mirrors. The wardens had learned not to take him into places with mirrors after a few days. “Do we?” His voice was somewhat curious. How long had it been since he’d passed a mirror? Definitely more than two years. It was easy to avoid them, especially if the wardens were convinced he was going to flip out and break things—including the wardens themselves—if they made him walk by one.
“I wouldn’t know. If you’re right and we do look alike,” he said, tipping his head to the side, eyes narrowing ever so slightly with thought, “then either it was some freak accident in genetics, or we’re related.” Which wouldn’t completely surprise him. It’d been so long since Dareynn had tried to understand the fucked-up jumble of memories that bounced around in his skull he wouldn’t be surprised if they were twins. Granted, he wasn’t going to look in a mirror to see if they really did look alike. Mirrors…were horrible. Just the thought of them made him shudder. He didn’t even know why, really, but just the threat of someone bringing him within view of a mirror made him want to scream.
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 24, 2011 18:58:14 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen didn't think - he stepped forward, looking the boy in the face. They looked almost exactly the same. It unnerved him.
"Don't you know what you look like?" Kallen asked, shifting the hair over his eye unconsciously. What should he do? How should he act? Were they related? Questions swirled through his head, easily overriding his earlier thoughts. His depressed, masochistic attitude was long gone in this new and somewhat scary development. He wished he had something to do, something in his hands that he could focus on, but he didn't have anything on him, and his clothes didn't really provide ample distraction. So he just messed with his bangs and stood awkwardly.
"I..." Kallen shook his head, unsure what to say. He'd never been in a situation like this before. What did one do when confronted with someone that looked nearly identical? Was he supposed to just shrug it off and get on with his life? Try to find out about this other person? Pretend there was no difference between them and act naturally about it? What? "I mean... I don't understand..." He sounded like an idiot, muttering and stumbling over his words. He decided it'd be better if he just shut up, and so he backed away from the boy and backed into the wall, leaning against it and trying to act like he wasn't as freaked out and confused as he felt. Of course, he'd already proved that he was an idiot, and he didn't know if there was any redemption for that. [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:235 :Notes:Uuuuuurgh :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:So... short... >.<
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 24, 2011 19:29:35 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] The close proximity of the other boy didn’t bother Dareynn. He’d been a lot more up close and personal with people he’d spoken to less before; it wasn’t unusual. “I haven’t looked in a mirror for over two years.” And he hadn’t really looked in a mirror much before then. It made his head hurt to try and think about it, though, and an odd feeling crept through him, like his body was telling him he wouldn’t like it if he thought about it too much.
Green eyes stared back at navy blue, trying to come up with some sort of solution. “Well I don’ know either. Where ya from?” Maybe that would help. If they were from two completely different parts of the country, that meant that they were probably not related, right? Then again, it could just mean that they were given up for adoption or stolen and separated or something. So this probably wasn’t going to get them anywhere. If he had parents to call, Dareynn would do that and just ask straight up if he had a twin and/or brother.
There wasn’t much Dareynn could do now other than wait for the other to answer. He didn’t want to bombard the kid with questions, after all. Then again… This could be solved easily… “How old are ya?”
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 24, 2011 19:53:13 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen debated whether or not he wanted to tell this person about himself. But then he realized that he wanted to know these things just as badly as this - Dareynn, he'd said his name was Dareynn - did. Probably more. So he said, "I'm not sure where I came from originally... I was in foster care until I came here, but I'd never been out of Los Angeles." Kallen answered, feeling vulnerable. He wasn't proud that he'd been in foster care, nor that he hadn't been able to stay with one family. They'd always gotten mad at him for his temper, or for being so bipolar... they'd never realized that it was an actual problem for him, that he couldn't control it. They'd just shipped him back like a broken toy and demanded a new one. He hadn't stayed with any one family for more than a few months, and they he'd had to wait until someone else would take him in.
"I'm 17." Kallen answered. For 17 years no one had wanted him. He wondered if anyone would ever want him, or if he'd always be the way he was, moving around from place to place until he got landed some place like this one. Of course, he didn't mind being alone so much; he just wanted to know what it was like to have someone want him, to like him because of who he was and not want him to leave.
But he was pitying himself, and he didn't like doing that. It just led to depression, and lately those thoughts led to... that girl. That night. And he didn't want to go back there, not right now. He looked at Dareynn and realized that he'd never told his name; he'd just been so caught up in everything that he hadn't even realized... "I'm Kallen, by the way." he said quietly, wondering if this boy even cared who he was. Not many people did, anymore. [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:328 :Notes:Poor Kallen... T-T :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:LOOK! IT'S LONGER AGAIN! Not very long, but longer!
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 24, 2011 20:15:44 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] Dareynn blinked. Los Angeles? Oh, how he missed that city. He’d learned to live off the streets, learned where to go to get good business and where the police were thick. He missed the freedom of it all. “I…grew up there.” He didn’t want to just throw out that he was a prostitute, that’d he’d grown up on the street like a beggar. That wasn’t typically something that could be said in casual conversation. “I never ventured far outside the city, either… Though the foster care thing sounds a hell of a lot better than what I dealt with.” Cold nights, dirty clothes, alleyways littered with used condoms and needles… He would have given anything for a bed, even if it wasn’t his to stay in for very long.
“We’re the same age.” There wasn’t too much of a need to delve into his personal history; he didn’t want to explain it all to this boy. He didn’t think he could explain it all…that would require him to think about it, and that was something he tried to avoid. He could almost feel the sting of the needle on his skin as it had felt years ago, when he was fourteen, carving a tattoo into his hip. A brand. A mark that made him what he was. Unconsciously he leaned back against the wall, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans, his right hand hiding the mark. If this kid grew up in Los Angeles, he probably knew at least something about the different gangs and other such things that went on.
Dareynn had never seen much of the “workers” that had other brands; the few encounters he had had with them had always ended up with him laying bloody in an alleyway or gutter. He’d heard of others getting killed because they had wandered into someone else’s territory. At least he had never made that mistake.
Jolted from his thoughts by the introduction offered by the other, Dareynn blinked. Kallen… Why was that name so familiar? Kallen… In some far-off, murky memory he heard a woman whispering to him about someone named Kallen. “Kallen…” He couldn’t remember what had been said about the person named Kallen, only that he had been told to remember the name. But why? His brow furrowed as he thought about it, trying to pull the memory to the surface. He hadn’t been very old. Five or six, at most. The woman had had dark hair and she was always kind to him. At night she told him stories. Kallen…she’d told him stories about two brothers. One of them had been named Kallen.
Gaze downcast, Dareynn frowned. Those were children’s stories, they didn’t mean anything. She’d told them to him to calm him down at night when he’d been scared. That was it. They weren’t important.
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 25, 2011 22:28:58 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen found it hard to believe that anything could have been worse than foster care, but he didn't say anything; there was no point in starting an argument over who's life was worse, and it was probably possible that his would win, anyway. Kallen wasn't naive enough to think that he had the worst life in the world, although he was sure he could compete fairly well.
It wasn't such a huge deal that they were the same age in and of itself, but that combined with their nearly identical appearances and that they'd grown up in the same city seemed to be a little too much to be merely coincidence. Kallen wanted to pace, but he made himself stay still, play it cool... or as cool as it was possible for him to play it right now. He was freaking out inside, and it was hard for him to hide that. Who could hide something like this? He'd never experienced anything quite like this, he wasn't ready for it.
Kallen nodded as Dareynn said his name. "That's what they tell me, at least." Kallen glanced up and was glad that Dareynn wasn't looking back; he didn't want to deal with the awkward eye contact thing right now. But he wanted to see this other boy, that seemed to have so much in common with him.
"D'you want me to go?" Kallen asked, remembering the question from earlier of 'Why’re you back here?' Kallen would be okay with leaving right now, making sure he wouldn't freak out when this got weirder. Somehow, Kallen got the feeling that this would get a lot weirder, and he didn't know how he'd handle it. He started moving to leave, glancing at Dareynn again before turning his gaze to the floor. Maybe his room was a safe place here... at least it was safer than this. [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:312 :Notes:Kallen doesn't know what to think... :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:I think this post makes sense... I dunno, my brain's kinda fried. >.<
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 26, 2011 10:13:45 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] Dareynn bit his lip, the name bouncing around in his mind like a pinball. He sank slowly to the floor, legs pulled up to his chest, palms resting on the floor. His teeth sank into his lip, blue eyes staring off into space as he clearly thought about something else.
Something he didn’t really want to think about. The woman kept coming into his thoughts. When she’d told him stories as a child. When she’d stopped…him…from beating Dareynn to death after his first night out, when he hadn’t had a single client. When she’d picked him up out of an alley after he’d been attacked by competitors. That had been the last time he’d seen her, and his memory was vague. It had been the first time they’d jumped him… He couldn’t have been more than twelve. He had opened his eyes when he felt someone lift his bloody body from the ground, relieved to see that it was her. He never even knew her name. The next night, she was gone. He had heard that guy screaming at her for helping him, saying something about how Dareynn had to learn to defend himself, and if he didn’t, he deserved to die. It had frightened him, how angry the man had gotten. But he’d been so weak and delirious that he hadn’t been able to do much about it, not that he would have had much of an effect.
“Wait,” he spoke on instinct when the other boy started moving toward the door. This kid could be his only connection to her, and maybe…just maybe…she was still alive out there somewhere. Since she’d always been talking about a boy named “Kallen,” maybe she had run away to be with him. Lifting his head, the navy eyes fell on the other’s form.
He made himself study the other boy, really look at him. Kallen was skinny, pale, dark-haired… Something about the shape of his eyes and color of his skin reminded him of her. “I… You never…knew your parents? Or…or any wo…anyone…who looked like you?” It’d sound weird if he was asking about just a woman. He’d probably sound like a stalker, actually. And he wasn’t. He just wanted to know once and for all what had happened to her. “Anybody at all…?” His voice was quiet, barely breaking the silence that had settled in the shed. The soft glow of the candle threw odd shadows into the corners, but Dareynn was used to it.
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 26, 2011 11:16:01 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Kallen was startled to see Dareynn sink to the floor, looking suddenly vulnerable and broken when a moment ago he'd seemed to have it all together. Kallen obeyed the quiet command of 'Wait'.
'I… You never…knew your parents? Or…or any wo…anyone…who looked like you? Anybody at all…?' [/i] Kallen simply stood next to him, staring at the boy on the floor. What had he said? What had he done to make this seemingly strong boy break down like he was? It was possible that this boy was messing with him, but to what end? What would he accomplish by acting weak? A ruined reputation, maybe, embarrassment... Kallen couldn't think of anything to be gained by acting this way... So it was real, then? Kallen was hesitant to believe that it was what it seemed, but he mentally shook himself. He'd seen worse mood swings than this one, he himself had some of the worst. Who was he to question this? And besides, Kallen was shaken by this kid's presence and appearance, and he didn't have much reason other than the fact that they looked so much alike. What if this kid had something awful in his past, something that hurt him? Maybe he had a mental issue, or he'd done something awful that haunted him? Lord knew Kallen was in that boat. And besides, he was in a 'mental hospital'. It wasn't his place to judge anyone. "I... I never knew my parents. They got rid of me as soon as I was born, I've been told." Kallen's voice was a little bitter, but he'd gotten used to it a long time ago. People had been telling him he was unwanted for the majority of his life, and it must be true; his parents hadn't wanted him, his own mother, so why would anyone else? "Are you... are you alright?" People asked him that question, he didn't ask other people... but this kid seemed like he needed to be asked, and there wasn't anyone else around to do it. [/size][/blockquote][/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:338 :Notes:Kallen dunno what to do. =o :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:Urgh, not a wonderful post. >.<
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 26, 2011 17:38:28 GMT -6
i AM NOT a whore [/color] but i like to DO IT [/font] The memories wouldn’t go away. Dareynn hated it when this happened; his entire existence was based off hiding from those memories and doing what he’d been taught to do. He didn’t know how to do anything else. He didn’t want to know how to do anything else. Selling himself made it so much easier for him to forget about the terror he’d felt on the streets as a child, the hunger he’d felt when he hadn’t done a satisfactory job.
Picking up his pack of cigarettes, Dareynn decided he didn’t care whether or not he offered one to the other boy. Kallen didn’t look like much of a smoker, anyway. Holding the thin white stick between his thumb and middle finger, he placed it to his lips and leaned over, letting the tip fall into the flame of a burning candle. He inhaled as it lit, backing up as he exhaled a white cloud of smoke so the whole thing didn’t go up in flames. The thin fingers shook ever so slightly as they pulled the cigarette away from the thin lips, smoke curling towards the ceiling.
Kallen saying he’d never known his real parents upset Dareynn. That meant that, more likely than not, she was dead. He sighed before bringing the cigarette back to his lips, taking a long drag and holding the nicotine-laden smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before expelling through his nose. He hadn’t really expected her to be alive, but hearing Kallen speak all but made it final.
Was he okay? What the hell kind of question was that? Did he look okay? All the boy’s anger was internalized; he didn’t have the effort necessary to externalize it. “I’ve never been ‘okay’,” he said instead, letting his hand fall into his lap, the cancer stick balanced at the corner of his mouth. Reaching down, the boy turned up the leg of his jeans and pulled a well-worn picture from a sort of makeshift pocket and held it out to Kallen without looking at it. “Ever seen her?” He couldn’t bear to look at the picture, yet he couldn’t bear to get rid of it, either. Since Dareynn could see the resemblance between Kallen and the woman in the picture, maybe Kallen would be able to see it, too.
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Post by KallenAerinSilverflight on Oct 26, 2011 18:05:41 GMT -6
KALLENaerinSILVERFLIGHT [/size] i feel it deep within/it’s just beneath the skin\i keep it caged, but i can’t control it [/size][/center] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] Of course he wasn't okay. Kallen realized how dumb a question that was. Neither of them were okay, it was pretty obvious. At least, to Kallen it was. But that was just the question that people asked when something was wrong, he didn't know what else you were supposed to do.
'I've never been okay. That seemed like a pretty accurate depiction of Kallen's life, as well. They just hadn't ever figured out why he wasn't okay. If they'd figured it out, maybe he wouldn't be here, talking to this guy that seemed to be just as screwed up as Kallen, as everyone else here. Maybe he would still be with her, and she wouldn't be dead, and they could be happy, and he could be taking the meds they were making him take now to keep him calmer, more laid back and ridiculously quiet. Then maybe he would be leading a happy life out in the normal world with normal people and find some kind of happy life.
But that wasn't a possibility anymore, so there was no point thinking about it.
Kallen looked at the picture that Dareynn held out for him. Had he ever seen her...? Sure, a male version of her looked at him from the mirror every day. She was pretty, and Kallen thought she looked familiar... had he seen her? Had she been one of his foster parents some time, a worker at the foster home... who was she? Kallen was careful not to reach for the picture, sensing that it was important to Dareynn, but he really wanted to look at it closer. The way her lips curled up in a smile, the twinkle in her eyes... she looked like a wonderfully kind person.
She'd babysat him for his foster parents one time, a few years ago. It was a few weeks, they were away on a cruise and he was staying with this woman, the only person that would agree to take in the problem child for any amount of time. She'd been really nice to him, baked for him and taken him to the mall to buy some dumb little things. He realized that the rings in his lip were from one of those trips, because she'd thought the ones he had were too cruddy looking, that they had to have all kinds of bad bacteria on them and couldn't be healthy...
"Yeah. Yeah, I lived with her for a couple of weeks, a few years ago. Why, who is she?" Kallen asked, wondering who this woman could be to him, and how they both apparently knew her. Kallen felt a strange tingle go down his spine, making him shiver and goosebumps to raise on his arms.
This had to be one of the strangest experiences of his life. [/color] ~~~ [/color][/size][/b] so stay away from me, the beast is ugly. [/size] I Feel Like A Monster [/color] ... [/color] :Words:468 :Notes:Oh, interesting... :Credited:Monster~Skillet :Other:Yep, just kinda did that.
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