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Nice, hoping to put up a character either today or by Saturday. Thinking of being an artist that has supernatural dreams, straight outta Lovecraft.
Interested in this
Quite interested in this
Gonna try to get up a god of storms sometime today.
Consider me interested!
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If only such a thing were to exist.




"Up and at 'em, Drago!" Ivan pried open his swollen eyes. Fuck, it hurts. Everything hurts. Last night had been tough, with little winnings, a black eye, and too many bruises to show for it. Carlos peeked his head into Ivan's "bedroom", a spare room that used to hold the deli's storage. He took one look at Ivan's face and left the room, probably to grab some ice. Ivan checked the clock hanging on the wall, 6:30. "I've got time," he quietly muttered before rolling his body over. Just when he was about to doze off again, something cold hit him on the back of the head.

He jumped instantly. Behind him, he heard Carlos laughing his head off. "Come on, can't be late for your first day. Get some ice on that shiner and get ready. I've got breakfast ready for you on one of the tables." Ivan made his way into their bathroom, muttering a few select swears at Carlos under his breath. As the shower water hit his body, he hissed in pain. How was he supposed to get anything done when even showering hurt him.

Finishing up his daily routine, he brushed his teeth, did his hair, and put on some clothes before stepping into Carlos's deli. Carlos himself was checking up on the cash register, making sure there was enough change in it. "Look who's ready for Sophomore year," he said with an amused smile plastered on his face. "Morning," Ivan said in response, ignoring Carlos's teasing. It's too early for that and he just wanted some breakfast. "Lighten up a little, man. There's some biscuit and sausage over there for you, if you want syrup you know where it is." Carlos gestured to a nearby table, and Ivan's mouth watered a little at the thought.

He grabbed the biscuit and started munching at it as he walked out the door. "Have fun at school! And remember, if anyone's giving you shit, kick their ass for me!" he heard Carlos yell out behind him. The corners of his mouth twisted up a little. Even though he probably wouldn't, as being in trouble wasn't exactly the best of plans, it was nice to know he had approval. It was only Carlos, of course, so he took it with a grain of salt. Taking a quick look at his watch, he knew that he'd make it to school with time to spare. Maybe I can get a quick nap on one of the benches if I get there early enough.

Walking to school was usually one of the highlights of his day. Though there were some already making their way to wherever they needed to be, the city was relatively peaceful at the time. So he was alone with only his thoughts and breakfast to keep him company. Unfortunately, soreness was also another one of his companions that day. He was no stranger to soreness. There was rarely a day when he didn't feel sore. But today, it felt like a whole new experience. Never before had he walked to school the day after he was in the ring with "Big Bobby". The New Yorker was slow, but he definitely packed a punch.

It took a while before he finally reach the courtyard. He spotted some other kids already there, some already chatting with their friends, some still waiting. Fortunately, there were still some benches left open. Sleeping on the benches were terrible. It always ended up with his neck hurting, but still, you gotta do what you gotta do. He placed his bag on one end, using it as a pillow, trying to get as comfortable as he could. Eventually, he drowned all the background noise out and felt sleep take a hold of him once more.


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