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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 9:57 pm
 Y e a r :: 2211
P e r i o d :: The Era of Faust
M o n t h :: June
C o u n t r y :: U.S.A______________________________________The year is 2211, 30% of the population is homosexual. Gay marriage had been legal in the U.S.A since the year 2099 and due to the rising population of homosexuals, rights had been virtually equal between all sexualities. For a while everything seemed perfect, but history has a nasty way of repeating itself. The economy dropped and inflation rose. People couldn't afford to feed their families and all fingers were pointed at the rich, a lot of whom happened to be homosexual. The gays tended to be in charged of all creative jobs, like architecture, design, fashion, etc. and so they were targeted as a scape goat. A man named Faust took the opportunity to unite all of America through the notion that homosexuality was the cause of the country's downfall. At first rights were taken away, gays could no longer marry. But as Faust's leadership took hold of the government and strangled the democracy out of it, the gays were considered the enemy. Gays couldn't teach at schools, they couldn't hold positions in the government, and so on. Eventually, with the power of charisma and fear, Faust convinced the American population the gays needed to be destroyed. Recently gays have been forced out of their homes, hunted and systematically killed. There are firing lines in the streets, public executions and ghettos. Every scrap of history regarding Hitler and the nazi regime has been destroyed to protect the Faustian party. It is a full on genocide, and in this time of great peril, what are two married men to do?
Two gay men, have been married for a few years now and refuse to part though their being together puts them in great danger. The struggle for survival is incredibly difficult, but what is more unnerving is the fact that one of them holds a shocking secret within his grasp.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:14 pm
Wedding [ b a n d s ] ☆═━┈RykerFehrenz┈━═☆ ⇢" you can call me R Y K I "⇠ •here goes nothing• B i r t h Certificate : Ryker Damien Faust Sherman Smith Y u m m y Cake : January 1st July 2nd L i t Candles : 25 M o n k e y Suit : Artist Define, ℳℯ
I'm pretty weird actually, like, super weird. I always wear the weirdest clothes, and buy the weirdest s**t, and yeah, I'm pretty weird. I'll stop every once and a while to appreciate things, just because that's what I did in art school when I was constantly trying to get inspiration. I'm not moody per se, but I have my highs and lows and certain things trigger the b***h in me. I like being lovable, and not in the attention whore way, but more the, well I like loving my husband, if that makes sense? I'm pretty scrupulous too, though I have no idea why. I almost never have all my clothes on and I really just like feeling free. I like making um...baby voices...if you know what I mean. Yeah, strange I know, but yeah. I'm never neat looking either, always a mess. Part of that is because I can't be bothered to look presentable and the other part if because if I look clean cut, I look exactly like my brother, and his evil face is everywhere.
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Everyone's got secrets, don't they? Maybe Honest Abe didn't lie, but he sure as hell kept things to himself, and maybe, well maybe keeping secrets if the same as lying, know what I mean? My secret is a little ******** up, no, no it's a lot ******** up. And sometimes I wanna tell someone everything, let them know it's not all it seems to be, but at the end of the day I keep my secret a secret, because there's a reason I have a secret in the first place. I was born with a brother, an identical twin. My family was pretty well to do, maybe even aristocratic, but we weren't happy, not at all. A lot of ******** up s**t happened in that house, a lot of ******** up s**t. My mother was a loose woman, really I think she was crazy. Instead of ******** my dad, she ******** his youngest brother who was seven years younger than her. What was weird was my brother Damien and I, we knew what she was doing, hell she talked to us about her nightly excursions when were seven years old. We grew up very sexually aware so to say, and my father, who was a lousy son of a b***h as it was, was always talking about sex and about how unhappy he was and how much he just hated his family. We had maids, but they didn't talk, and we had butlers, but they didn't even look at us. It was my brother and I against the world, we were two of a kind and dammit we stuck together. I was about thirteen when I figured out why my dad was such an a*****e and why my mom never seemed to sleep with him instead of my uncle. My dad was a homosexual man parading around as a heterosexual. At first I wondered why he had decided to marry my mom if he was so blatantly gay, but you see, my father senses the tension in the air. Homosexuality wasn't anything knew. A lot of people were gay these days, and they did their things just like the heteros did, it was no big deal...but it kind of was. There was a sharp depression that rang through our country. No one could pay their bills save for the rich and a lot of the rich, were gay. There was a spirit of homophobia that came about because of the depression. People were spiteful of the rich, and the rich were gay. My father was a coward, he didn't want to be targeted if anything were to happen. I told my brother about my theory, thinking it would be better if I didn't keep my mind all to myself. I didn't expect him to obsess over homosexuality. He wanted to know everything about gay culture, and gay people, and he wanted to know what made homosexuality so ******** great. He was always so obsessive, so extremist. And though we looked exactly the same, and had the same fingerprints, and the same voice, that was what made us different. He was ambitious and obsessive, I was free spirited and nonchalant. Things continued to suck in our household. Damien and I were neglected and left only with each other, and life went on uneventfully aside from Damien's obsession. We were sixteen when what could possibly be considered the worst turning point in my life occurred. We were sexual, and lonely, and together, and Damien was keen as a knife. He obviously had some sort of scheme brewing that pertained to his festering desire to comprehend homosexuality and I was struggling with my own desires. I was stupid and alone and just ripe for the picking. My twin brother and I dabbled in the taboo of incest, and hell, we dabbled in it a lot. It was strange because, well because we looked alike, and were brother and were having sex with each other, but we didn't know better, actually, I bet Damien did know better-I was the idiot, not him. Our relationship went on for years and I stopped thinking about women in general. I knew I was gay and for a while, I thought I was in love with my brother. I thought he loved me too, and not platonically like he should have loved me, but really loved me. I should have known what was going on though, because it was so very obvious. He was experimenting, and I was his hopeless little guinea pig. I was a part of his quest to understand homosexuality, and I think that I may very well be the reason for what would be one the darkest moments in world history. I wanted to cut our sexual ties for good. I told Damien we needed to stop what we were doing and see other men because him clambering up on top of me and doing what he always did (as I eventually never got a turn to be a man) was disgusting and wrong. He didn't take kindly to that. He preached to me all this bullshit about how the homosexual community was engulfing me and messing with my rational mind and all this bullshit that I was finally too smart to fall for. He was trying to tell me that I wasn't gay and that the only reason I got it up was because it was really him I was attracted to. Then he started acting weird. He'd say things about people, gay people, that just, well he was vicious. He was blaming everything on the gays, saying they were the reason we were all in an economic slump. Our sexual relationship continued, because I was too big of a p***y to stand up for myself. Were were seventeen years old and going off to college. Damien majored in politics, I majored in art. It took all of two years, for Damien to grab hold of my father's connections, give an inspiring speech and get elected as a consul. He had this idea, this gay free world that would lift the economy and virtually get rid of every problem. People didn't know what was coming, but I did. Meanwhile our relationship, and not just our sexual one, started to fall apart. He was obsessed once again, and he was mean, and violent, and too smart. I knew I had to get out, go somewhere he couldn't find me. But it was hard to escape a man who had the government at his fingertips. So I planned everything out. I cut my hair, bought clothes I'd never normal wear, and ran. Through the black market I received false id and all the papers I needed in order to survive. I changed my name, and enrolled in a school dedicated to the arts. I lived in fear for a year, but stated to come out of my shell. I started to date around, but it was never anything serious. And so, one day, after working on a painting for hours, I was outside in the courtyard walking and minding my own business, when some guy runs into me and spills his coffee all over me! I never thought the clumsy idiot would become my husband. We were married a few years later and though I wanted to tell him who I was, I knew I couldn't. Each month by brother's power grew stronger and I knew that if Jazz knew who I really was, he'd be in grave danger. So I lied to him, told him my parents had died in a plane crash when I was seventeen and that my grandparents were dead too. And I feel bad, but I know it's better to lie to him than tell him the truth. I love my husband, more than anything, which is why I keep him in the dark.
Things have been bad. Damien took over the government, made it a dictatorship and now everyone salutes the all powerful Faust. Really it's amazing what hair and clothes can do because, even if people say I look like Faust, they don't make the connection that we have exactly the same face. Damien's obsession reached new heights though, and now it's a mass genocide. I know that if we're going to make it out of this alive, me and Jazz, we're going to have to be fearless, and I've got a lot of fears. •sloppy seconds• H a i r Color : Brown--sometimes blonde
E y eColor : Brown
H o w Tall : 5'11 1/2
H o wMuch : 165lbs TheGood
Weird clothes
Art art art art art
My wonderful husband!
Walking around in my underwear
Making a baby voice
Falling asleep on Jazz TheBad
This whole Faust regime
The fact that my whole life is a lie
The incest of my past...
Apple juice, I HATE it
Strict personalities
The fact that my bro looks exactly like me
My brother
the R E A L me
Troubled Monster ☆═━┈Jasper KaelanFehrenz┈━═☆ ⇢" you can call me J a z z "⇠ •here goes nothing•B i r t h Certificate : Jasper Kaelan FehrenzY u m m y Cake : July 13thL i t Candles : twentyy4M o n k e y Suit : Head of JazzRecords.Define, ℳℯ
I come from a long line of hippies, or so the story goes.
I guess that's where I inebriate my laid back persona. I tend to avoid fights and all drama. I hate getting in the middle of that s**t. Unless its something I really believe in, I don't argue over opinions. They are opinions... for a reason, ya feel me? I have this natural, buzz, if you will. I'm constantly in a calm state and very slow to anger. I'd rather sit on a comfy chair all day, strumming my guitar than get into the mass of the world and party like its 2012, if ya catch my flow. I'm a quiet man, but when I speak- My words are gorgeous. I can paint a picture, bring anything to life, with a stream of words. I'm told I have a lulling voice. But that's beside the point.
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My mother was a beautiful woman. Curves like you can only imagine, long, luscious, black hair. She was the definition of gorgeous. My father was a tall man, of amazing structer and build. He was tough as nails. Never one for words, which was the exact opposite of my mother. I think that's why they worked so well. Opposites attract and all, ya know? They were married for forty years, married young even. I was one of four. Two boys, two girls. The perfect little family. I was also the youngest. The baby. My older brother, was the eldest, with my sisters in the middle. Being the baby, I was already a constant target for practice. My brother, Trent, hated the fact that our parents babied the hell out of me. I couldn't help that I ended up being the baby... the surprise. I was the only one not planned. When I came out that I was gay, my brother ate it up. My parents, being hippy-type people, were all for expressing yourself and being who you are. So, they never questioned me and easily accepted it. As did my sisters. I always felt the need to live up to Trent, as a kid. I just wanted him to accept me, to love me. But he was such a pessimistic person, so unloving and disconnected. I never did understand why. And still don't. Did I mention I get lost in thought and ramble often? My apologies.
Anyways, I always wanted Trent to love me. So, when I came out at the age of fifteen, I knew that was no longer an option. He hated me for it. He hated gays and everything we stand for. Whatever that means. From that day on, if he wasn't shoving me around or cursing at me, he ignored me entirely. I was no longer his brother, in his eyes. This eventually led to him getting kicked out. My parents wouldn't tolerate it. Of course, he blames me for his life being in the s**t hole now. He turned to drugs and alcohol. Anything to get his fix.
But this is about me, huh. After that, I tried being like him. I tried to disconnect myself from everything. It just never worked for me. Mom always said I was too loving to do that. It didn't stop me from trying. I just became slightly introverted. I like to fix people, but avoid the punches and kicks. I hated fighting ever since I was a little kid. Instead of talking, I wrote. I wrote and wrote and one day my dad surprised me with a guitar. He told me that I better get to work on teaching myself.
I devoted myself to it. Music became my obsession. I instantly knew my place in the universe. To change the world with my words and beautiful melodies.
After school, I headed straight for college. I took classes on music and other stuff, widening my variety as much as possible. But I was set on the music industry.
Now, at the age of Twenty Four, I'm making peoples dreams come true. I'm a music producer. Living the dream.
I guess you guys are looking for the juicy details of my love life, though? I had my first boyfriend my freshman year of high school. It was a huge school, so many kids. Somehow, he found me. He was two years older than me, and introduced me to a whole new world. He brought me to life. Of course, all my happiness was destroyed by Trent. And when he left, I fell to depression. This led to my first breakup. I was 'too sad' for him. I didn't date again until college. High school was my time to experiment, figure out who I was. And thats what I did.
In my second year of college, I literally ran into my soul mate. I was rushing back from my internship at BlueMoon Records and smacked right into Ryker. He was gorgeous. I'd never seen anything with such... beauty.
Okay, yes, I had. But I was shellshocked. I had a terrible case of cottonmouth. Understandably so, because I had just smacked into him and dumped his styrofoam cup of coffee all over him.
Dammit, I'm so sorry!" I dabbed at his shirt with my hands and felt his body beneath the soaked shirt. My heart skipped several beats, I thought I'd die right there.
He chuckled, said it was no big deal. I took him to get a new coffee and BAM, just like that we fell in love. We talked for hours in that coffee shop, laughing and getting to know each other. It wasn't long after that that we married.
But now, there's some Faust Dictatorship going on. He's killing us off, all of the gays... one by one. Trent's a big supporter. I see him on television all the time. He lives near me, but I don't think he knows it. I've seen him a couple of times, I'm just not dumb enough to approach him. The last time we saw each other was mom's funeral two years after I married Kyker. He didn't say a damned word to me. Or my sisters. Barely spoke to dad, and he copped out early. b*****d.
Dads sick too, I doubt he even knows. Or cares.
But again, I'm off topic.
The Faust guy, he's starting a mass holocaust of all the gays. I'm in trouble. Most of the gay couples are splitting, pretending to be straight or asexual. But No. Not us. I swear to God, I will not let this go. Not let Ryker go. Despite my pacifist nature, I know this is pure bullshit. And if it comes down to Ryker and I against the world, then mark my word, we'll win.
•sloppy seconds• H a i r Color : deep brown or golden brown, i tend to dye my hair too often.
E y eColor : Emerald Green
H o w Tall : 5'11
H o wMuch : 169lb TheGood
Music
Making People's Dreams Come True
Coffee<3
Ryker<333 TheBad
Cleaning
People Who Think They Can Sing...but can't.
Arrogance
Ignorant ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">the R E A L me
Samanthaualani holla bitches!
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:11 pm
 Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned. 
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ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 12:12 am
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"Jazz?" The voice was quiet, thought slightly rushed and panicked. "Hey Jazz?" He spoke louder now, his voice picking up strength as he closed the door behind him sharply and spread out in an X across the shut door. His chest rose up, spasming almost with each intake of breath before lowering as he exhaled in short frantic puffs. Ryker lifted his hand off the wall and wiped his forehead, catching some chocolate hair on his palm.
"Jazz!" He called leaving his outstretched post on the door. Ryker walked forward into the apartment he knew as his home, Mickey Mouse sneakers patting against the wood with each tentative step. He stopped in the middle of the room to catch his breath. Ryker could feel his heart bouncing around against his ribcage and needed a second to calm the ******** down. He had just had one of the worst experiences of his life and what was worse, he had to pretend like nothing was wrong while it had been going on. Everything was dangerous now, even grocery shopping! Ryker shook the two plastic bags in his left hand. He didn't even remember what he had bought. Milk? No. Bread? Maybe...Strawberries? Probably. Whip cream? Well, that was a bedtime favorite, so it was possible. Groceries didn't even matter at this point though, not at all!
Get yourself together a*****e. Ryker mentally scolded himself as he walked into the kitchen and set his groceries on the counter. He leaned over the granite countertop and put his head in his hands. This was ******** crazy, ******** insane! It just wasn't safe anymore, not safe at all. Well, it hadn't been safe for months, but things were really starting to get bad because all the insanity was starting to hit home. This apartment wasn't safe anymore, maybe it was now, but not in a few weeks, maybe even a week, Ryker didn't know when disaster would hit! He was freaked out, and with good reason.
Ryker inhaled sharply and picked his head up. He had to get his s**t together and stay strong...even if he felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown. A drop of water fell from the faucet and landed on the metal bottom of the sink with a plop. Ryker leaned against the counter and stared at the sink. For some reason, and he didn't know why, that sink, was making hims really emotional. There was something really upsetting about that sink, something incredibly upsetting and Ryker did't know why. Why was it dripping? Was was it making noise and staring back at him!?
Wait, what the ******** was he thinking? The sink didn't have eyes, and there was nothing sad about the sink, it was Ryker. All this sadness and fragility, was 100% a part of Ryker's current mental state. He pressed against the faucet harshly and the droplets of fleeing water stopped falling.
He sighed lowly, his heart still pounding.
It just wasn't safe anymore. They were going to have to get out of here, and fast, and leave everything behind. No more apartment, no more painted shower curtains, no more art studio, no more cupcake shop downstairs, no more home! They were going to have to get the ******** out of here!
Ryker herd his voice crack deep within his throat. Immediately he knew he was about to have a serious breakdown.
Ryker knew his body well because in about two seconds, his fist was slamming against the counter. He stomped his foot, hit the counter a second time, and finally collapsed over it. A high pitched whine erupted in his chest and escaped past his lips. Ryker buried his face in his arms and shook gently as tiny sobs wracked his body and forced salted tears from his eyes.
No matter what he did he couldn't get his mind off of what had happened all but fifteen minutes ago.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:14 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
☂☂
ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Jasper wasn't home when his husband arrived back at their apartment. He had been getting his guitar fixed, which was a huge risk in itself. But he had been going crazy in that apartment... with no music. He needed his baby back.
He just had to make sure no one who would rat him out reconized him. He kept quiet, low, and covered. Normally, he'd be whistling on the way home. But not anymore, now he kept silent. He didn't make eye contact and he didn't smile at strangers.
Everyone was the enemy.
He clutched his guitar case and headed up the stairs. He was putting the key in the lock when he heard something slam against granite ********> He grunted, throwing open the door and nearly tossing his guitar to the floor.
He rushed over to Ryker, his love, and drapped one arm around him. "Buttermuffin, its okay." He kissed the nape of his neck. "Babycakes, what happened?"
Everything had gone to such s**t in the last few months it was ridiculous. Jazz had been packing up small things for a few weeks.. he knew they were going to have to leave their home soon. He had even begun writing his brother, or ex brother, Trent, a letter. He wouldn't mail it, of course. But he'd send someone he trusted to deliver it.
Someone straight.
Someone not at risk.
Or not in as much trouble... as he was for still wearing that silver band on his left ring finger.
Who knew that you could be killed for declaring your love for someone? How could someone be so cold? Who ******** Faust up so horribly.. that he'd kill off millions just for being themselves?
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:52 pm
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Ryker was much too engrossed in his mental breakdown to hear the key turn in the door or realize that his husband had started walking through the apartment. It was only when he felt the arm wrap around him and heard the slightly embarrassing (though appreciated) nickname that Ryker even realized Jazz was around at all.
"Jazz" He hiccuped while picking his crumpled form off the counter. "Jazz we have to get the ******** out of here." There was an obvious urgency in his voice. Ryker turned around to face Jazz and immediately started wiping the tears from his eyes.
"We have to get the <********> out of here. They're gonna ******** kill all of us." He sobbed smearing the tears all over his face with the heel of his palm. "Jazz I saw, I was walking back, and they-" his voice cracked and broke the sentence. "They were lining, they lined seven or eight guys up, and Jazz, Jazz one of them was Matty." Ryker hiccuped again. Matty, their mutual friend, was also gay. Ryker had first met Matty through Jazz. Jazz was a music producer and Matty was the lead singer of a band. The band never really got very far, but Matty was a great guy, just an overall fun guy, and though they weren't BFFs, Ryker thought of the man as a friend for sure.
"And Jazz, they were shooting the guys, all of them, right in the street like everyone's been saying has been happening East of here. Jazz I was walking by and-and I saw Matty and he looked at me and then I just hear, I hear this swish in the air and Jazz they ******** killed Matty! They ******** shot him in the face! And all I ******** did was watch him, watch him get executed!" Ryker moved forward then took a few steps back. He hit the wall and a thundering slam filled the kitchen.
"They're here Jazz! We can't wait anymore! I don't know how many ******** people they've killed in these line ups, but we don't have time like we thought, they're gonna ******** kill like Matty Jazz, we have to get out of here."
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 11:34 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
☂☂
ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Jazz stepped back. When Ryker was upset, s**t could get messy. He was angry, angry with himself. With the world. Not that Jazz wasn't, but he was the calm one in the realationship. He kept them steady, whereas Ryker sent them out of control.
It was why they worked so damned well. The calm meets irrational.
Hey, it was perfect despite their imperfections.
But when Jazz heard Matty's name, he was in disbelief.
The kid had the voice of an angel, just got paired with a not-so-hot band. They didn't go far, but Jazz always promised that Matty was going places.
He had the looks, the voice, and the passion. He was perfect for this business.
Was.
He'd never get his moment to shine.
Jazz was instantly shot into a film of anger. But he wasn't extroverting it like his husband. No, he holed up. "You didn't help him?" He shook his head.
If he hadn't given up smoking for his Buttermuffin, he'd be smoking a pack right now.
"You couldn't save him, if you would have tried.. they would have taken you too."
He could have lost Ryker!
That hit him like a sack of bricks that were set on fire. Jazz ran at Ryker, hugging him against him. "Oh dear God, Rykie! I could have lost you too!" It was rare that he showed raw emotion like this, but it was serious!
He could have lost his one and only!
Dear ******** God.
"I've already started packing up," He sighed. "Not that we can take much.." He pecked his lovers lips before taking his hand. "Only grab whats absolutely necessary. We're getting out tonight. I am not loosing you." He tossed some bags out of their messy closet, to the floor and bed.
"Here." He rushed back to the front door to lock it, twice. Just to be sure.
"Where will we go?" They had enough money to be okay, Jazz had a pretty set job and all.
God, would he really loose his entire business?
No, he kept his personal affairs out of it. He'd be sure to continue what he loved.
He'd figure it out.
Jazz grabbed his guitar and rushed back to Ryker and his room. "I ******** hate the man who's ruining our lives this way. And anyone who's ******** associated with him in anyway."
Yeah, that included his brother, Trent. But Ryker knew that.
Little did Jasper know that what he said had a deeper maening for his husband..
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"No Jazz I didn't ******** help him, I just stood there and watched him get shot in his ******** face by, by those ******** monsters!" Ryker spun himself around and looked over at his husband forcefully.
"I should have though! I should have tried something! I could have done something, could have-I felt like I was ******** hailing the dictatorship! And ******** Matty-and just ******** dropped like a-"
His own personal freak out was broken by Jazz's interjection. The whole thing happened so fast Ryker felt like he was one of those shark attack victims on the Discovery Channel that never realized what the hell was going on till it was going on. He felt the warmth of the body hugging him and his eyes widened in shock as he realized the absolute panic Jazz must have been in to shout and clutch him so fiercely.
Ryker blinked as the short kiss graced his lips and furrowed his brows as the seriousness of the situation crushed him.
Ryker crossed his arms once Jazz let go of his hands and started to grab suitcases. He followed his husband into the bedroom and sat on the bed, one hand rubbing his temple.
What the ******** were they going to do? They obviously had to get out of here, but that was easier said than done. Why had they waited so long? Now every train station, airport and dock was going to be guarded. What's worse, Ryker and Jazz were married, there was legal documentation that they were gay! And if they did get out, where would they go? Would they just up and rent out another apartment? Buy some house? Where was his damn brother going to strike next!?
"I don't know where to go." He voiced quietly. "I don't even know how the hell we're supposed to get out of here." They needed fabricated documents. They needed knew birth certificates, new ids new everything. If they were 'different people', they could go to an airport, or a train station and get passed the guards without being caught. But what train would they take? Where had Faust hit so far? That was so weird...to think of Damien as Faust. Faust was Ryker's name as well, his real name, and it was so strange to think of it as bad, and as a whole empire. But that wasn't the point. There was no good in pondering his history over, all that mattered was the future and dammit if Ryker was going to have one with Jazz he needed to figure out which fricken train or plane or whatever they were going to take! The country. They had to ******** head off into the middle of nowhere. Like, Kansas, or some shitty boring place! Why the hell would Damien waste his ******** time in the middle of nowhere? Those were the places to be, Kansas and Nebraska, and, and Kentucky! That's where they had to go!
"Huh?" He turned towards his packing husband in time to hear his hate fest. Ryker frowned. "I wonder, I wonder if his parents are for his regime..." He trailed off in thought. "I wonder if he killed his parents...He had a bad childhood." He said twisting his lips, very much lost in his own head.
Ryker blinked and snapped himself out of his past. They were leaving tonight, they were leaving their home and God knows if they were ever coming back. Ryker looked around the room, his eyes examining the walls drowned in paintings. He couldn't take these paintings with him, or the photographs he had taken, hell he couldn't even take half of his homosexually suggestive underwear with him! They were leaving this house! Forever! So many memories would die in this house. They;d have to destroy all those naked pictures Ryker had coerced Jazz into. They'd have to get rid of the picture of them kissing on their anniversary that was propped up on their nightstand. They'd have to destroy all their wedding photos.
"Jazz, do you remember, do you remember our wedding day?" He asked twisting his body so he was on his hands and knees. "The ceremony, the reception? Do you remember all of it? Even the car ride home?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 11:19 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
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ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Jazz paused when Ryker said that he had a bad childhood. Faust. How did he know? Of course, a lot of information about the man that was ruining their lives was all over the place.
Magazines.
Television.
Twitter.
The whole lot of the nation knew personal stuff about the man. That's what happened when you gained fame. Whether it was for famous or infamous reasons..
But Jazz let it go, he continued to pack up clothes, and stumbled upon a box. Quite literally.
It fell to the floor and its contents spread all over their specifically colored carpet. (Thanks to Ryker)..
Pictures of their wedding. Jaspers eyes filled with tears instantly.
He got on his knees, fingering through the pictures.. their vows written on napkins..
He sniffled. "Of course I remember," His voice cracked as he picked up the one of them kissing. Their first kiss as husband and husband.
"It was the best day of my life.."
Jazz looked up at Ryker. "I remember every single detail. Especially that morning.." Right, the stressful morning before the wedding. Ryker had made him stay over at a friends house because of his superstitions about seeing each other before the wedding.
"You called me at least every hour that night, I was so tired." He laughed, picking up one of the pictures of him before the ceremony. "Look! I even had bags under my eyes!" Jazz had a tear running down his cheek, but he was smiling nevertheless. "It was beautiful, if not a bit flashy for my taste." He laughed. "But the car ride home, it might have been my favorite part of that day."'
Jazz grabbed a few more of the pictures, moved next to Ryker on the bed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 9:42 pm
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Ryker sat himself down atop the bed once more and cocked his head as he saw Jazz shuffling through photos. "Are those, are those the pictures?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. God, he loved those pictures, and to think, he'd have to destroy them, or something.
Ryker laughed warmly as Jazz complained about his lack of sleep before the wedding...his Ryker induced lack of sleep. "I missed you!" He shouted in defense. "And at least there aren't all of these pictures of you in only your underwear." They were a specific pair of underwear to be exact. Ryker had hand crafted a pair of white undies and had spent at least two hours rinestoning the butt part so that when he moved 'KISS THE BRIDE' sparkled like one million hot-pink diamonds.
"It was so beautiful-and we got such a deal on those flowers." Yeah if Ryker had flirted with the florist for a good three months prior those flowers would have cost them a fortune! "I loved the car ride too." He said as Jazz came and sat on the bed, his hands full of pictures. Ryker moved towards his husband and leaned against the man to get a better look.
"We were one handsome pair." He said with a tiny laugh as he looked down at a picture of them standing next to each other. They both looked so tidy, so mature-and holy s**t Ryker's hair was neat in this picture! How the ******** had that happened!? Ryker's eyes widened in horror. He was the spitting image of his brother and dammit his brother was not a good person to look like! These pictures, no matter how wonderful and heartwarming they were, were evidence against Ryker's fake identity! It looked like Faust-the Faust, was-was kissing some guy! Holy s**t...it looked like Faust was kissing a man-was getting married to a man! Even if these pictures were liable to expose Ryker to like, Jazz, they could very well be used as a tool to ruin his brother's credibility! This was a jackpot! But wait...bringing that up would most definitely force Jazz to hate him. Jazz would figure something out and would, would leave him or something for lying all these years. Ryker didn't want to risk that! He wanted to help everyone out but at the same time he wanted more so to make sure his relationship stayed in tact. Yes it was selfish but dammit it was important to Ryker, because what if the pictures didn't work and everything backfired on him and Jazz left him anyway!? What then!? No he had to keep his mouth shut. He had to distract Jazz from realizing that he not only looked like Faust, he looked exactly like Faust.
"You know what Jazz, they don't matter, the pictures. They're gorgeous and it was a great day, but baby, I'll I need is the three dimensional Jazz and I'm fine." He turned his head and planted a kiss to his husband's cheek.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:15 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
☂☂
ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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The only person Jazz saw was his loving husband in those pictures. Ryker may have noticed the similarities to their dictator, but not Jazz. It wasn't that he was oblivious, not entirely at least, he just wasn't very paranoid.
He bit his bottom lip. Yeah, those underwear were something, that was for sure. "Ha! Those are my favorites.." He turned to look at Ryker. "I prefer you without undies though Buttermuffin."
Jazz nodded. "We still are a handsome pair. Who ya kiddin?" He set the pictures down on the floor and moved to lay down next to Ryker. "We're gonna make it through this." He cuddled up next to him. "As long as you're by my side, we'll fight this."
He pecked him back on the cheek and went to stand up. "We need to leave at dark." Jazz went back to the closet, but started tearing up.
No, No, Jazz. Keep it together. Be strong.
He breathed deeply and wiped his eyes. Okay.
Keep it together.
He walked over to the window, peeking outside. Jazz's heart dropped when he saw who stood in the streets.
"You know who I admire?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:44 pm
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"No undies you say? Is that because you like to ride it bareback Pookey Bear? Huh?" He said scrunching up his face as he pinched Jazz's n****e.
Ryker smiled, feeling a little less traumatized now the wedding photos were out and his husband was being all silly. "No, see, I prefer to think of us as drop dead gorgeous now, know what I mean?" He raised his eye brows and turned his head on the angle to shoot his husband and joking smirk. Ryker's playful behavior died off as Jazz once again became serious. He moved his hand onto Jazz's arm and rubbed the man's shoulder and bicep slowly. Get through this? Well Ryker sure hoped so. He didn't want to get separated, or die, or worse, get discovered and have to come face to face with Damien-God knows what that would evoke.
Jazz was moving away and Ryker was sighing. What the hell were they going to do? Nightfall? Well they weren't ready for that! These kinds of things took preparation and-and planning. Luckily bank accounts these days were based on fingerprints so there was no need to transfer all their cash to an alternate account. They did, however, need to to grab some cash. They wouldn't be time for fake ids now anyway, so there were going to have to sneak around the guards...which Ryker was assuming would be difficult.
Ryker watched Jazz pack. Damn, he had to pack too didn't he? He just, he couldn't bring himself to do it. What would he leave behind? There was so much here for him, it was scary to think he'd be losing everything. All his art s**t, his canvases, his frames, his clay, the random blocks of marble in storage downstairs. the list just went on! And if they were going to have to slip past the guards, Ryker was going to need to tone down his fashion statements. No more mesh shirts for him...even if they did compliment his core. Ugh! The Mickey Mouse sneakers! He did NOT want to part with those, he wore them like every ******** day...but the reason he liked them so much, was the very same reason they were so dangerous, they were unusual. s**t. Ryker frowned, this was going to be a ******** mess. What if he brought the wrong things? They were definitely going to have to leave all of their pictures together behind, that was a given. Damn. Well he'd bring his phone. Wait-the phones! They had to stop making calls, the party could screen their calls! Okay, okay that was fine, they'd just communicate some other way, yeah!
Just as Ryker was about to alert his husband of his new find, he herd him speak.
Who did Jazz admire? And where did that little question come from?
"Who?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 11:11 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
☂☂
ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Restless was here.
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Jazz sighed. "Those guys," He opened up the curtains, just barely though. A bunch of protesters were being tied down, beat half to death. It made him sick to his stomach, he shut the curtains quickly. "They have the balls, to bare all.. they have the guts to not care if they die, because they're dying for a cause that they believe in." He went over to Ryker's dresser and started to pack up his husbands clothing. Yeah, the stuff that wouldn't scream GAY. He sighed, knowing that leaving behind his precious clothing was going to murder him on the inside. Wait. "I'm... gonna have to leave... Airi aren't I?" Airi, being his blue and black guitar. Jazz was never emotional, but all of what was going on around him was getting to him. People were dying right outside his window, for being like him. Jasper fell to the floor infront of their bed. He grabbed Airi and strummed gently on it. "Do you remember the first song I played for you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:16 pm
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Ryker frowned. He admired the protesters, hell he wished he had the balls to spit in death's face, but at the same time, and he did feel guilty for feeling this way, he thought the protestors were incredibly stupid.
"Yeah, but baby, those guys aren't doing any good. Sure it's valiant, but at the end of the day dying for a cause is s**t compared to beating the enemy and showing death you can be just as mean. I mean-I just think if they formed a group, and waited, and planned and got evidence, got inside men-you know, double spies, and everything like that, they'd being doing more good than sharing their opinions to people who are too evil and brainwashed to listen."
Well s**t. Ryker the flamboyant, if not frivolous artist, had a very technical way of thinking. "Now let's say they got one of them, a lawyer, or something, no, someone smart but unknown, someone up and coming, and had him infiltrate Damien's little circle of trust, be like an advisor or something influential, where he could give bad advice, no-no, maybe get all the secrets you know, someone like that would work. He could have some cover story, some really tragic one-yeah he'd love that, and get on Damien's good side and one day, badda bing baddaboom, no more dictator. Well---maybe he wouldn't have to kill off Faust, just like, throw him in jail, you know? I mean he's got parents and brothers and stuff so why cause them suffering?"
Hold on, there was nothing published about Faust having a brother, let alone brothers. And though the reasons were obvious as to why Ryker would want to spare their evil dictator's life, to an unknowing party, Ryker sounded crazy. Furthermore, Ryker and Damien Faust, though on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to politics and the like, thought almost exactly the same. They had the same way of figuring things out, and scheming, and they were both ******** up in almost all of the same ways (Ryker handled the terror of their childhood much better than his brother did) so they had all the same little ticks. So really, Ryker wasn't far off from the good ol' dictator.
Ryker broke himself out of his spoken thoughts. "The guitar? You-you don't have to-straight guys play guitar." That wasn't really the issue though. Airi wasn't exactly light traveling material. She could get in the way were they to get into a sticky situation...but that guitar meant a lot of Jazz. And even though Ryker was leaving everything behind, his paints, his paintings, his photographs, everything, it was okay, because Ryker could let go. He was looking for the future, but Jazz, well Jazz placed sentimental value into things and that was actually something Ryker liked about his husband. Taking Airi with them or leaving Airi here, well that was going to have to be Jazz's decision.
"Yeah, I remember." He said climbing down from the bed and sitting next to Jazz. "I even remember what you were wearing." He added with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 6:55 pm
Cause I don't need boxes ↔ wrapped in [ strings.. ]
And designerlove and empty things..
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.xoxoxoxo Sammi's shist. steal and get burned.
☂☂
ilysI need some place simple where we could live,
xoxoxoxo&& something only you can give.
ilysAnd that's faith,
xoxoxoxo&&trust&&[peace] while we're alive.
ilys&& There's one poor child that saved this world,
xoxoxoxo&& There's ten million more that probably could..
xoxoxoxoif we all just stopped and said a prayer for them.
ilysI wish everyone was loved tonight.
xoxoxoxo&& somehow stop this endless fight.
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Jazz's head popped up. Wait.
"Why would you care... if he died or not? If he's that ******** up, its not like his family could be much better.. right? I mean, they raised the kid."
He shrugged, strumming on his guitar lightly again. The first few chords of Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls echoed in their bedroom.
"He doesn't deserve life. He's not God." Not that Jazz was grounded on whether or not he believed in God. Or any higher power, for that matter.
"He doesn't get to decide who lives and dies." He struck a wrong chord, cringed, and started over.
But Airi, he loved Airi damn near as much as he did his husband. It was his life, the first guitar he bought with his own money. Designed personally for him. Plus, it had Rykers touch.
Ryker had taken sharpie to it one night, drawing beautiful doodles all over its blue and black colors. Jazz loved it.
Though, at first he was a bit ticked off..
"I don't remember my clothes exactly, though I'm not surprised you do," He turned to flash a winning smile at his Rykie.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow.." Jasper closed his eyes, singing and playing for him just like he did years ago in that old bar. It was a week after they had met and Jazz had known from the first day on the street that he had found his soulmate.
Not that he would have told just anybody that.
"You're the closest to heaven that'll ever be.."
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