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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 4 2010, 09:32 PM (139 Views) | |
| Stonepaw | Jan 4 2010, 09:32 PM Post #1 |
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Attempting to give a damn: Attempt failed.
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i45.tinypic.com/35a0ndu.gif" style="border:2px solid #A07213;"> <tr> <td> [align=right]STONEPAW[/align] [align=center]<br>"Are you sure you're alright? You... don't want me to come along, help get you situated?" <br>That was his brother. Always so protective of him, understanding his brittle heart better than anyone else. When they were kids, they'd never been as close as they were now. In fact, Jared had been a tease, always telling him to man up. But the accident had changed all of them, and it had opened his older brother's eyes to the state of his mind and heart. It had brought out the inner protectiveness that most, if not all, older siblings held. <br>"I couldn't possibly ask you to. You've done so much already, and you have a wife to take care of." And that was him. "You've really done more than I could ever have hoped." Jared sighed, running a hand through his brown locks. Ronan was just so stubborn when it came to things like this. He couldn't be convinced that his brother cared more about him than anything at the moment. His family mattered, too, but even his wife had understood what he was going through. She had even backed Ronan up. "He's not a little kid anymore, Jared. It's not right to protect him like this." Her voice rang through his head. <br>But still, he was dubious. "You're absolutely sure? You'll be breaking off contact from me... your family." He didn't mean to emphasize 'family,' and winced when he did so. But Ronan was busy staring off into space to notice the slip-up. He really wasn't so different when he was a kid... always helping people, offering his assistance, trying to find ways to earn extra money to keep them afloat. "Oh, I almost forgot." Digging around in his pockets, he pulled out an old journal. "...Write about your experiences. Please. You always have a nose in a book, I know it'll be like I'm really there. Send it to me when you have it filled up." Reluctantly, the gray-haired man took it, almost as if it was made of glass. <br>"Thank... thank you." He croaked out. The ship was going to leave soon. "For being there." He added, almost as an afterthought. No more words needed to be exchanged between the two brothers. The silence hung heavy in the air, and Ronan Stonepaw turned away, offering a final forlorn smile. Jared grabbed him, squeezing him for a split second in a bear hug, then let go. He watched as his little brother boarded the ferry, and watched as it departed. He stood there until it was long gone. <br>His wife put a hand on his shoulder, knowing not what to say.[/align] </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Stonepaw | Jan 4 2010, 09:46 PM Post #2 |
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Attempting to give a damn: Attempt failed.
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i45.tinypic.com/281p9l.jpg" style="border:1px dashed #000000;"> <tr> <td> [align=right]GREYLIN[/align] <br>Rain fell in a steady drizzle. Somebody pulled out a rather brightly-colored umbrella, but she didn't bother to look and see who it was. It wasn't important, really. They were soon asked to put it away, because this was a funeral and an umbrella with smiley faces on it was hardly appropiate. She sighed, shuffling her feet. Her bangs hung heavily in her face, shielding her eyes from view. But everyone could tell how she felt. All eyes were on her. <br> <br>They lowered the coffin into the ground. Goodbye, she thought fleetingly, even though he was already gone. He father had not come. That was to be expected. His daughter would have been there, after all. And that simply was not allowed. <br> <br>"Grey?" Somebody spoke. She looked up. It was a man she'd never seen before, although he fleetingly looked familiar. It took her a while to realize he had the same basic body build as her father, somebody she'd only seen pictures of. "I'm... your uncle." <br> <br>"I kind of guessed." She croaked out. He smiled weakly, eyes flashing with grief. "You're the one who's supposed to take care of me now, right?" He nodded stiffly. He was pretty drenched too, she noticed. "So... where are we going to live?" Her words felt numb. <br> <br>"It's... on an island. A village called Obsidian. The ferry's arriving tomorrow." </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Stonepaw | Feb 5 2010, 09:57 PM Post #3 |
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Attempting to give a damn: Attempt failed.
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i45.tinypic.com/35a0ndu.gif" style="border:2px solid #A07213;"> <tr> <td> [align=right]STONEPAW[/align] [align=center]<br>A peaceful pleasant day. The sun shone overhead, the birds sang, and he was sitting in the shade of a tree. It was enough for the small boy to just look up and stare around him in wonder, the light reflecting off his wide green eyes. Small for his age, with his long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail that fell across his shoulders, Ronan Stonepaw was enjoying the view, something that he rarely did. But evidently, somebody had a problem with it. <br> <br>"'Ey, Stoney!" He looked up, and a chill ran down his spine. A boy with sandy blonde hair stood in front of him, leering down. He hadn't noticed his approach. The smaller boy gulped audibly. "Hoooow's your mommy doing?" The blonde boy stared deliberately into Ronan's eyes. Ronan broke off the contact, looking away. The other boy pretended to be offended. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, I didn't realized you didn't have to talk to me!" He made a grab for Ronan's collar. <br> <br>"L-leave m-m-me-" He stuttered out. The bully laughed, and soon a crowd had gathered. Ronan found his tongue. "Leave me alone, Jonathan!" His voice ended in a squeak. Suddenly everyone was laughing. He was dropped to the ground, the air being knocked out of him as he landed and bounced on his rump. They laughed harder, and Ronan turned to run away. A hand reached out and snagged him by his ponytail. Everyone thought that was a riot. Jonathan dropped the nice act. <br> <br>"Get the hell out of here, you wimp. Pussy. Weakling." He snarled, every word forced into the smaller boy's face. Tears pricked Ronan's eyes, even as he struggled to get away. Jonathan pulled back harder, yanking his hair each time, until finally the band holding it all together game out and the gray-haired boy went crashing to the ground. The tears spilled out. His head and his heart hurt. It was all he could do not to bawl. <br> <br>"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER!?" Came the enraged shout. A tan brunette forced his way through the crowd, murder in his eyes, hands balled up into fists. Jonathan backed up, and Jared took that time to lob a fist right in his face. It knocked him backward into the tree, his back hitting even after he cried out. He slumped forward, then scrambled to his feet and began to run. "You better run, you bastard!" The even older boy yelled. The rage on his face softened as he held out his hand to help his brother up. They stared at each other as the crowd dispersed. Jared looked away. "You shouldn't cry like that, in front of them." He walked away.[/align] </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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