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- Posted: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 19:52:05 +0000
- ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● » TYREESE ROMAN OLIVER
The Jock «
Ty heard that people who live in Brookshire die in Brookshire. Combine it with the various ghost stories that hung off the lips of the townspeople, and you have the 'city of the damned'. Ty often stiffled a laugh at the idea of Brookshire being considered a city. That guy named Kaleb was living proof of that. How can anyone call their town a city if they don't have a mall? They didn't even have a Walmart. Ty didn't care though, all he was waiting for was the moment he could graduate from highschool, get some kind of sports scholarship and leave. He often told himself that he would leave and never come back. He wanted to go the cities with so many lights that the sky looked endless. He didn't mind not being able to see stars. If anything, he thought the heavenly bodies were overated. He wanted to attend big a** parties, with women who actually gave a damn about he was. Ty was sick of his family, a large number of his classmates, the legends that surrounded their time and overall everything that had to deal with Brookshire. Sports would be his ticket to fame and fortune.
Ever since he was little, it was obvious that he had a 'gift'. After all, he was that kid who wasn't allowed to play baseball, because his pitch faster for most children his age, so it wasn't fair to the other teams. Parents complained, and he wasn't allowed to play. Even in football he was given a limited amount of time on the field, in comparison to the other children. When he was little, he didn't mind. His mother often explained it to him that he was giving everyone else a chance to feel like a winner to. She tried to tell him that it was to help him learn teamwork, and that sometimes cheering on the sidelines helped to humble you. Although she knew that she didn't mean what she was saying. Then again, after her conversation with his coaches, which most likely included phone calls from the PTA of Brookshire, she would always immediately start cleaning excessively. His mother didn't have a voice, that was proven when his grandmama moved in. That's why his parents never got married, because his dad just didn't give a damn. To him, there wasn't a point of a wedding. You didn't need a certificate to prove that you loved someone. Then again, Ty didn't want to consider that b*****d his father anyways. He assumed that Tyler Bennett didn't want him as a son either, otherwise, he would have given both him and his sisters his last name.
Watching his mother have her opinion broken over the years, just gave Ty the push and motivation to never let his voice be silenced. Don't get him wrong, he wouldn't call himself a mama's boy, but if you dare talk about his mother, he'd put you in the hospital. His mother was probably his drive to work as hard as he did with sports. However, being placed on the bench didn't humble him, and as he got older, parents realized that winning was better than whether everyone had an equal amount of time on the field. No, Ty wasn't humbled, in fact it was often joked that he had one of the biggest egos around, which was probably why he didn't mind that he wasn't a straight A student. The only reason he went to Nicole for tutoring was because he was sick of his grandmother bitching about him not caring about history, and his father, who worked as an editor for the paper, considered it a disgrace for him not to know his rights. Achedemics wasn't what was going to save him from this hell hole, however now he had something else trying to hold him back. He had heard rumors that Izy was pregnant, but hadn't confirmed them. If anything, he was nervous. He wasn't exactly thrilled about being anyone's "baby daddy". As silly as it sounded, he actually had nightmares about it. Parenthood...who would want that?
Several times in church he had started thumbing out a text to Izy, but swiftly deleted it. He would write things like, Are you really pregnant?, Are you keeping it? and finally the number one, I don't even think its mine. However, instead of pressing send, he always exited out of it, leaving the message automatically saved as a draft. He knew that his little sisters saw him texting in his church, this was confirmed when they tattled on him immediately after mass. Then of course his grandmother continued to rant the entire way home. Due to his father's work hours, he never attended church, and his mother refused to ride in a car with her mother-in-law. So in the end, it was him, his triplet sisters and his grandmother. Whenever he was out in public with his grandmother he'd rather disown her and his sisters. He partly pitied Winnie for having to babysit them. Then again, he heard that in public, they're good. [******** that," he muttered under his breath, not catching that he actually said that outloud. "What did you say?!" his grandmother suddenly snapped, tugging him instantly from his thoughts. "Huh? I--" he began, however once his grandmother got started, there wasn't any talking to her. "Boy, I don't know where you picked up that language, but I will not tolerate curse words of any kind. Didn't you pay any attention in church? And you wonder why you're messing up in school, you ain't got any sense. Then again, if your mother raised you right, maybe you'd amount to something. What are you going to do if you can't make it playing ball? Huh? What's your backup plan."
The only reason he didn't cuss her out was because she was his grandmother. So he typically tuned her out, but her discouragement often pushed him to try harder. However the frustration also made it a bit easier for him to beat up his classmates. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," broke from his lips, obviously not the right answer, but the lectures from her weren't bound to stop no matter what he brought himself to say. If he said "yes ma'am", she would keep talking, until she was going in circles. What his grandmother didn't realize was that the real world didn't work the way she grew up. Going to college, working for some company in hopes that you can retire and live with the company taking of you, doesn't work that way anymore. He planned on going to college, but there was no way in hell he was going to be stuck with some job he didn't like. He already had to work at the general store and hated every minute of it.
The moment he was home, he retreated to his bedroom to change out of his "sunday's best". He didn't know where he was going, but he just had to get out his house. Before he could move out the front door, Mia called out, "Tyyyyyyyy~~~." She was typically the whiny, childish one, who would raise the pitch of her voice to make everyone listen to her. "Can you take me to get a costume today?" "No," he instantly told her. "But Ty?!" "No," he repeated before turning to look at her. "I'm not takin' you all around town so you can say "hmmmm, I dunno," to every costume we see." "BUT I DO KNOW WHO I WANT TO BE!" she said as she stomped her foot, gaining more of his attention this time. "I want to be Winnie!" Ty stared at his little sister for a good couple of seconds before shaking his head, "That's creepy as hell." He didn't stick around to debate with her over her costume choice, however he had a feeling at the end of the day his mother was going to force him to help her. Ty figured all she needed was a pink wig and something...hello kitty related, and she'd be good.
Once out of the house, he tugged out his phone and decided to send a few texts to his friends.
So is it me, or should we
get Liam 2 throw a party soon?
I'll even help ya get some p***y
my friend. Your game seemed a bit
off at the last one.
This is gonna sound weird but
You wouldn't happen 2
have some extra HK stuff
that I could borrow. I swear
its not for me!
Hey. So...a lot of of ppl've been
talking lately. Not sure if you
So, you have any plans for the festival?
Why couldn't he talk to her? He wasn't even sure. He searched through his contacts debating on who else he should text next. Then that's when he noticed up ahead a girl walk into the pet shop. He didn't know her name, but knew a lot of people said that her dad was some kind of writer or something. Ty always figured she was famous in some kind of way. So he slipped inside of the store. He had no intention of picking up anything, he just wanted to talk to her. Even though she was talking to the woman behind the counter, Ty cleared his throat, hoping to make his presence known. "Uh, I'm probably interruptin' something but uh, you're Jillian, right?" Of course he knew that wasn't her name, but what better way to jump start a conversation? "Ah, s**t, my bad, I must have the wrong person...but anyways, I'm Ty, and you are...?" He even offered her a smile to appear friendlier and more approachable.
Location:: Pet Shop w/ Ellie
Attire:: Coming Soon
OoC:: Still tweaking layout