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The Voltusiest Ventus
STATUS: Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today. 3 yrs ago
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Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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7 yrs ago
Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.
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Well hello there :)
I'm +3 GMT just in case.
*watches on coolly*
Well then Mr. Shelton, you should endeavor to find a solution to your sleeplessness. I suggest sleep.
Howard hugged himself as he walked, his body cold as a brisk breeze blew past him. He screwed up and he knew it, he couldn't face his mistake so he decided to face away from her. He kept walking from light to dark, stepping into each circle of light cast by the street lamps and out of them, into a sudden darkness, the pattern repeated until he heard a car driving behind him, he turned around to see it.
Stan.
He was sat behind the wheel of a chevy pickup, his jaw set, his combed back hair glinting in the interior lighting of the vehicle. The car slowed to a stop, he didn't need anymore warning, slumped and defeated Howard made his way to the car where he opened the door to the backseat when he was stopped.
"shotgun." said Stan plainly, though with a subtle undertone of threat, Howard complied and shut the door, opening the passenger seat and climbing in, sitting awkwardly next to the towering man.
"H- Hello Sta-", he was cut off.
"Where have you been." it wasn't really a question, a question was something that could be dodged, this was a statement, Stan didn't do questions.
"I was with m- my friends." Howard replied stainedly, looking at Stan's facal expression relax a bit. Stan's eyes were red, Howard wasn't sure whether it was the drugs Stan periodically took or if he was tired.
"I've been looking for you all night," it was the latter, Stan was not known for his concern, he wanted something from Howard and he wasn't going to ask, "my buddies are comin' over tonight, you're gonna be entertainment." Howards heart skipped a beat, the word entertainment came from Stan's lips nonchalantly but Howard knew of the vileness behind the word. His heart rate started to pick up as the car drove on, his mind frantic to try and find an idea to get out of the situation, and get out Howard did.
He bailed out of the car, throwing the door open and himself out, landingon the asphalt of the road sent a jarring pain through Howards small frame, he got to his feet and started to run, he heard the car stop and lock footsteps following behind.
"Not again!" he yelled in total panic as he went flying down the road "Never again!"
Stan.
He was sat behind the wheel of a chevy pickup, his jaw set, his combed back hair glinting in the interior lighting of the vehicle. The car slowed to a stop, he didn't need anymore warning, slumped and defeated Howard made his way to the car where he opened the door to the backseat when he was stopped.
"shotgun." said Stan plainly, though with a subtle undertone of threat, Howard complied and shut the door, opening the passenger seat and climbing in, sitting awkwardly next to the towering man.
"H- Hello Sta-", he was cut off.
"Where have you been." it wasn't really a question, a question was something that could be dodged, this was a statement, Stan didn't do questions.
"I was with m- my friends." Howard replied stainedly, looking at Stan's facal expression relax a bit. Stan's eyes were red, Howard wasn't sure whether it was the drugs Stan periodically took or if he was tired.
"I've been looking for you all night," it was the latter, Stan was not known for his concern, he wanted something from Howard and he wasn't going to ask, "my buddies are comin' over tonight, you're gonna be entertainment." Howards heart skipped a beat, the word entertainment came from Stan's lips nonchalantly but Howard knew of the vileness behind the word. His heart rate started to pick up as the car drove on, his mind frantic to try and find an idea to get out of the situation, and get out Howard did.
He bailed out of the car, throwing the door open and himself out, landingon the asphalt of the road sent a jarring pain through Howards small frame, he got to his feet and started to run, he heard the car stop and lock footsteps following behind.
"Not again!" he yelled in total panic as he went flying down the road "Never again!"
"nothing," whispered Howard not lifting his head from between his knees, to not let Corey see his tear stained face, "tired." he didn't like to lie to people and especially not to corey -who had been so good to him in the past. "just tired." he lifted his head up to the dog when it was sufficiently dry and looked into it's eyes with his red ones, worn out from silent crying giving him the effect of tiredness. "Dogs don't feel sympathy..." whispered Howard hushidly to Magnus, not knowing -or caring- if corry could hear him or not he looked up to Corey, "shouldn't you be with the rest? one outcast shouldn't keep you away." he looked tentatively into Corey's eyes. 'just go, just go, just go' he repeated in his head over and over again not wanting to engage himself in meaningful conversation after Riley. "I'll be at the party Cor, if that's your concern, you know I wouldn't miss an initiation.", he was still looking into Corey's eyes, his own pleading to be left alone, the sting of tears returning to his eyes. Howard stood up and started away from Corey, down the street, "I'll be there." he called back hoarsely "I just need to do something." he didn't actually need to do something, he just wanted some alone time.
How cute...
Will try. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Well I can't speak for the others but I, however, am very much enjoying myself.
3.He knew he offended her, Howard didn't know a simple question could hurt someone so much but he knew pain and knew when someone was feeling it. "I- I'm sorry." he stuttered "I didn't mean to offend. You stay, I'll go," he got up quickly and gathered his things, he was about to walk off to the bus stop infront of Mike's when he remembered something. He pulled a small black box from his bag and handed it to her, "a gift, for your initiation." his voice cracked at the last word, the back of his green eyes stinging with tears. he tossed the box to her and watched it cartwheel through the air before she caught it. Before she could say anything to him he scurried off, pulling his hood up over his head and made his way to the sign that identified that part of area as bus stop. The tears were already dripping forth from his eyes and light sobs emerged from his throat, he slumped on the sign and slid down, dropping his head between his knees so no one could see him cry. He never wanted to upset her, Howard got her a gift to make her happy. He thought of the gift, a black band with a silver ingraved plate on the front, 'Outcast' styled on it in gothic font -the same font as his tattoo- on the back was ingrained, 'alone together'. He spent most of his savings on it, renting out a workshop and buying the blank plate, 'but it was worth it'
he thought to himself, 'maybe she'll forgive.' but he still couldn't stop crying, he started to bang his head in frustration against the pole he leaned on, sending a wave of pain through his head. Pulling a book out of his bag he dried his tears on his sleeve and continued to read, red eyed and with a raspy breath.
he thought to himself, 'maybe she'll forgive.' but he still couldn't stop crying, he started to bang his head in frustration against the pole he leaned on, sending a wave of pain through his head. Pulling a book out of his bag he dried his tears on his sleeve and continued to read, red eyed and with a raspy breath.
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