there is only one savior, and it's me.
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Aug 16, 2022 14:43:17 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 16, 2022 14:43:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] you should really start by saying your name first. [break] and please, don't keep hacking my phones. i encrypt them for a reason now. [break][break] The silver haired teen sighed, thinking of how tedious it would be to once more replace his now compromised device. The night was nothing special at all, aside from the fact that so called "lights" were about to approach near earth. A lot of people were out and about, watching the night sky with their binoculars, waiting patiently for their long awaited meteor shower to come and pass. [break][break]As he went past crowds of onlookers along the sidewalk, Vincent approached the nearby café he used to frequent as a child; a place where he could stay and sit in comfort away from supervision, playing video games under the pretense of being a customer. That was then; now, he was eighteen and had more responsibilities than ever. Time truly flies by. [break][break]He grimaced, briefly flashing his phone to check for any replies. He decided to take one of few outdoor tables for himself. The alfresco seats were perfect for nighttime dining, especially with the so called lights starting to finally show themselves for everyone to marvel at. Everyone looked up towards the sky; everyone except him. He was waiting for his little brother to come. [break][break][break] where even are you [break] i'm outside, alfresco table. wearing black hoodie and cap [break] don't tell me you had to stop and oogle at the light. [break] istg. [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://i.ibb.co/4fRBbnH/POPUPS-CUT-1.png) !important; background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 350px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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Aug 16, 2022 23:21:25 GMT
Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 16, 2022 23:21:25 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
'The Lights' huh? Was supposed to be the star event of the season. Fascinating how many people decided it was a brilliant idea to come out on a night like this. Simeon brought his hoodie up over his head to hide his face. The night lingered patiently for the blessings of the sky to fall upon it. He could feel the salty tear stains on his cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest. Simeon had to admit that the only regret he would have from this experience was to disappear from Vincent's life. He didn't know how distant he would actually be, but he knew that he had to lay low from now on. Running from his abusive foster parents at thirteen years old, focusing on escaping the searching police, and living on the streets. None of it sounded fun, in fact, it sounded like a downright nightmare, but it was time he learned how to be his own person. It was time to learn how to be an adult... at thirteen years old. He pulled out his phone and peered down at the screen. Where's the fun in that? Then, he leaned over the edge of the roof, eyes landing on the one and only Vincent Cross. Well, here went... everything. His phone buzzed again and he peered at the words telling him of Vincent's location. A smile slipped onto his lips and he dropped off the edge of the building and landed in a roll on the concrete next to Vincent's table. Then he popped up and stood beside the older male. "Oh come on, I wouldn't miss it for the world. You know that." He pulled his hood off and glanced around, making sure there were no cops around. [googlefont=Karla] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 17, 2022 3:03:54 GMT
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"I told you not to do that again." He sighed in disappointment. "Didn't you break your ankle last time you did that?" He added, gesturing towards the roof with his finger pointed upwards, referring to Sim's stunt from earlier. "Or was that me?"
[break][break]Simeon wasn't exactly his brother by blood, never related in any sense. It was never even agreed upon either, instead, it felt more so like a mutual understanding of brotherhood the two had as children. And much like any other little brother, Simeon was, for the lack of a better word, a foolhardy nuisance at times. But he cared for him much like his real sibling; able to forgive and forget, able to look past his many shortcomings.
[break][break]His order came, coffee for him and whatever sweet frappe the coffee shop had for Sim, matcha flavored, or so he recalled. Vincent took one short glance up, eyeing the meteors as they lit up the sky. They were, indeed, quite the sight. They were unnaturally close just as the scientists told them, just how rare of an occasion it might be, Vincent had no clue.
[break][break]"You had something to say, yes?" Vincent took a sip off of his cup and lowered his hood at the very least to make their conversation seem less like some drug deal of sorts. The two of them did seem like they're up to no good, however, they were incognito for two very different reasons. Simeon simply wanted to avoid the feds from ever noticing him, Vincent on the other hand simply wanted to avoid puplic attention for being the son of two well known personalities.
[break][break]"You know, I'm just glad we're not meeting in juvie for once." He smiled, nodding his head as he did.
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 3:58:35 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Simeon rolled his eyes at Vincent's brotherly "advice". But honestly, it was more of a front. He truly did care about what Vincent had to say. Despite their differences in age and family structures, there was no one Simeon trusted more. He winked slyly and shifted his gaze up to the sky. The aristocrat's coffee came, along with Simeon's sugary delight, and that was when the shower started. Simeon watched the stars fall, mesmerized. Thoughts scored through his brain, especially as Vincent mentioned the reason for their meet-up in the first place.
"You know, I'm just glad we're not meeting in juvie for once."
Simeon might have snickered or scoffed at that if the situation wasn't what it was. The small male sat in a chair next to his friend and lifted his feet to hug his legs against his chest. Just walking into the puberty phase, he was still rather small for his age and could fit his body in this position. He was waiting for his growth spurt to come, though it seemed as though it never would. He sighed softly and stared at his frappe. "Hey listen, I'm going to disappear for a while. I mean, it's going to be different from last time. And the time before that, and the time before that. I'm... I'm not going back into the system... I can't stand it anymore. They're all fake and... Jeremy locked me in the shed. For three days... three days. I'm not going back to that. But... I don't know how long I'll be gone, or if I'll even stay alive for long. I don't really have any safe place to go at the moment, and don't you dare suggest your place. I'm not getting you wrapped up in my hell again."
He pulled the hoodie back over his head to hide his shame. To hide the tears that threatened to explode. Could he really leave the only other person he truly cared about? Could he really leave his brother's side after everything Vincent had done for him? "I'm... Sorry... I just... don't know how else to get out of this." [googlefont=Karla] |
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 17, 2022 4:49:06 GMT
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"Jeremy did what?" His tone remained calm, each word said delicately slow. There was an unmistakable heft to his words; it was heavy, but with a soft façade. An ominous atmosphere His brows furrowed as he rubbed his face in dismay. Unbelievable, he thought to himself, this kid had an uncanny ability to simply find the worst of the worst.
[break][break]Vincent sighed. Here they were again. "You're thirteen." He uttered. "And you've been in jail for, what? At least three times. If you just took my offer from the start then-" He cut himself short, knowing it was pointless to go on. Again, Vincent sighed, there was no way he could convince him, he knew. Simeon said it himself, he didn't want Vincent offering him his house, not again.
[break][break]"You knew everyone would be too busy looking up at the sky to look for you tonight, didn't you." He grimaced. Vincent took another sip of his coffee, it was now lukewarm at best, its temperature brought down a notch by the cold breeze of the night. The mood was rather sour, undeniably so, but he tried his best to refrain from further ruining their now infrequent meet-ups. "Finish your drink." He said, sternly, commanding almost.
[break][break]"I'm not stopping you." He uttered between sips, like a brother exuding disappointment with each word. "I just wish there could've been a better way to resolve things."
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Post by Simeon Nystrom on Aug 17, 2022 6:09:12 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
"You're thirteen. And you've been in jail for, what? At least three times. If you just took my offer from the start then-" He saw the realization, the concern, the disappointment. He knew this conversation wasn't going to be easy. He knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. His heart pounded. He should promise to come back. Promise that everything was going to be okay. Promise that he would keep his head down low and that he would live an honest life. But the both of them... They both knew that wasn't going to be the case. Simeon wasn't a good person. He didn't belong in mass, in a church of the holy. A sinner, a broken being. He hated the idea of worrying Vincent, but he didn't want to hurt him or use him any more than he already had.
"You knew everyone would be too busy looking up at the sky to look for you tonight, didn't you."
Simeon thought about it for a moment. Face hidden in the nook between his knees as he sighed. "It's a magical night. Who would pass up the chance to make a wish on an evening like this?" He looked up at the stars, the sky lit up with streaks of color. Wishes... What a joke. Only Simeon could be the master of his own destiny. Logic and strategy would get him through everything he needed. He may only be thirteen, but that didn't mean he was stupid. "Maybe I'll leave this place. I could blend into the crowd, escape into the night, and travel the world. I think I could make it to the next city over if I took a bus."
Vincent's concern brought the guilt again. It was going to be difficult living without the only supportive person he'd had. If there was another way Simeon would take it in a heartbeat, but he just couldn't put that kind of pressure on his brother figure. Just being bailed out of jail by the rich man was shameful enough. Why did he put so much of his time, energy, and resources into him anyway?
"Hey. Thank you. For everything. I don't know how long I'll be gone, or what my ultimate goal is, but I'll be back." He took a long sip of his drink and set it on the table again. This time a smile on his lips, "After tonight, I'll be free. Free to be myself, free to grow, free to learn. I'm not giving up on myself, brother." [googlefont=Karla] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
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23
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 17, 2022 9:36:58 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] Indeed, who would miss it for the world, his parents, that's who. They have already long landed their private jet by now, likely on one of their fancy cars, their Rolls Royce perhaps? On their way to one of their usual week long business trips. He grimaced at that thought. But perhaps they weren't off to miss it at all, in fact, it was probably a nice event to talk business to with some of their investors. The thought made him grimace even further. [break][break] "Thank you, Sim" He said with much genuine appreciation. "I've always wanted a brother, a sibling; family I could rely on." He smiled a weary smile. His cup was now halfway done. Vincent's eyes lingered on its content for a second, staring at his own distorted reflection. "After tonight, you keep yourself safe." He replied. Indeed, he was free, but freedom always had its price. [break][break]All was well, yet still, something felt wrong. Not with Simeon's predicament, instead, something truly felt off with his surroundings. It was bright, like noontime on a sunny summer's day. He checked the time on his watch; it was 10:40 at night. He looked up, noticing everyone who once had their heads up were now looking down on their phones with distress painted on their faces. A notification rang on both their phones before he could've checked the sky. [break][break]
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NASA ANNOUNCES GLOBAL STATE OF EMERGENCY. IN AN UNPRECEDENTED EVENT, AN UNNATURAL DEVIATION FROM THE METEORS' PATH SENT THE ENTIRE CLUSTER ON A DIRECT COLLISION COURSE TOWARDS EARTH. IMPACT IS ESTIMATED TO BE WITHIN 1 HOUR AS OF 10:40 PM. IT IS ADVISED TO SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY.
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[break][break] "What!?" His eyes widened. He looked up, he could barely see. It was bright, unnaturally so. Were meteors supposed to even emit light like that? No, of course not. Something strange was going on. "An hour." He said in a panic. "I- If we go now we could reach a bunker... or... or..." He winced. Nausea had hit him due his rapid breathing. This sudden headache was enough to snap him out of it. He had to keep a level head, no matter the situation. [break][break] "We're going. We have time." He commanded, not even bothering to finish his drink as intended. He had his brother to protect. [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 350px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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