YoshiSkittlez — Roleplayer Guild

It took Giddeon most of his reserve of self-control to keep himself from throwing his cellphone half-way across the room when his sister declined his phone call for what seemed like the thousandth time. He had gotten a phone call from Kallian’s school sometime during the afternoon indicating that she had missed a few classes and wanted to know if she went home sick. Just to save the grace for the time being, he excused his sister, but she was far from being out of trouble. Since their parents were gone most all of the time, Giddeon became his sisters Emergency Contact since the day he turned 18 and could be held responsible for her, though it was proving to be harder for him to keep an eye on her when she still lived at their parent’s house in the suburbs and he in his small apartment in the city.

Giddeon clenched his cellphone tightly in his hand, almost wishing it would break under the pressure; maybe then he would feel better. Twice now he had been called by the cops this last year alone, as they had found her skipping school to go to various areas, an abandoned construction site and a small park. However, both times she hadn’t been picked up alone. A few of her friends were with her, and a large group of college boys. That in itself told Giddeon enough about his own sister to get worried about her ‘leisurely’ activities. He just hoped that when the time came (since it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’), he wouldn’t have to be the one to explain how Kallian ended up pregnant, in jail, or even dead.

Suddenly, the phone in his hand began to vibrate and without even pausing to look at it, Giddeon answered it as quick as he possibly could.
“Kallie?”

“No man, it’s Mark. But I knew you’d want to know that I did see your sister going into a juice bar this afternoon when school was still in. Mingle I think it’s called. She’s lookin good bro, you sure I can't-“

Giddeon hung up the phone, not in the mood to bother with his friend and ran outside his apartment, grabbing a thin black leather jacket on his way out to throw over his crudely white t-shirt. He made a direct beeline in the parking lot to his motorcycle, really the only thing he was able to show for his short-time career as a minor league baseball player. He was much too in a hurry though to make sure some punk-ass kids didn’t kick his wheels or any bullshit like that, and gunned the machine to life not even bothering to put on the helmet that was strapped onto the back and put the Mingle Juice Bar onto his phone’s GPS.

When he reached the juice bar, he had to double check to make sure he was in the right place. A bar that didn’t serve alcohol and might actually have respectable people inside? That didn’t sound like his sister at all. Parking his motorcycle, Giddeon headed inside, however his somewhat famous face didn’t go un-noticed by the large man that guarded the entrance.

“Mr. Zelinsky! What a treat it is to have you here!” The man offered. Giddeon just gave the man a sideways glance, shrugged, and walked inside where he was once again stopped by the table of glowsticks. Giddeon quirked an eyebrow as he read the labels and juice bar rules and took a moment to run his fingers through his hair.

“Gays? God dammit Kallian I swear…” Giddeon reached for the green glow stick and put it around his wrist. Not that it really mattered, he wasn’t here for a girl, he had plenty of those on speed-dial. He pushed himself through the small crowd gathered by the entrance and began his search for his sister, but after about fifteen minutes of looking, he came up with nothing. He would have to try something else, and quick since he noticed some small groups of people throughout the juice bar whispering while looking at him. Normally he didn’t mind drawing attention, but then he knew he would get distracted and Kallian would, once again, get away with being a little bitch.

What color was taken again? He thought as he looked around. If he talked to a girl with a taken band, then there was no harm right? Because he sure as hell wasn’t about to walk up to a guy with a blue band on. Remembering the color to be red, Giddeon began to walk to the first female he saw wearing a red band, though she was talking to a female with a blue and green band on.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I’m actually looking for someone who might have been here recently…” He said, keeping his focus more on the girl with the red band around her wrist.

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