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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:04 pm
 Solo - counts for three solo points ( 1522 word count)
Pizza Party!
There was a party going on and for once Layne had the free time to go. A roll over the text Alex sent to his phone and a shower popped to mind. It had been a long baseball practice at the cages today and being stinky was a clear party foul. Moments later after water washed away the days stress a leather jacket, dark jean pants and ball cap wearing Layne was out the door. Smelling faintly of cologne, it was a bit of a woody smell and not too overpowering.
Making his way to the apartment complex was easy enough, hell he even met a pizza guy with a stack of piping hot pies.The guy was struggling to keep the at least six balanced considering his opposite hand held a two liter of coke. "Aye boi ya need sum help?" Layne was feeling generous and well they might be going to the same place. That meant first dibs if he was carrying and now that the sweet scent of cheese and pepperoni invaded nostrils he was hungry.
The delivery car, his own bright yellow beat up ford focus pulled up to the apartment complex.The car shut off and then he climbed out with a sign. This could turn out one of two ways, the first being he made it up with everything intact and got a huge tip like the boys at work said. Or two being he dropped a pizza off the stack and either the party goers noticed and he was reported or not tipped. Either way here he was and he was going up!
Markus was on his third week of the job, it wasn't the most luxurious of all jobs in the city but someone had to do it. Plus free pizza while at work when someone didn't pick up a call in order was always a great perk of the job.
A hand haphazardly balanced the pizza and the other slung his money bag around shoulder before grabbing a bottle of pop for the order. Being on time to stuff like this made a difference but pace walking with an armful was proving to be difficult. A call behind him startled the bluenette and he turned to look over shoulder. Spotting a pierced dude quickly approaching, for a moment he was hesitant remember his boss talking about recent pizza guy robberies but this dude was dressed up. He didn't seem like the type at least and Markus needed some help.
"Yeah, thanks dude, uh could you get the door or a couple of these?" Markus asked now at a standstill inches from the door.
The bait was taken and he kicked it up a notch meeting the guy at the door with a laugh. A hand went out and took the top three pizza's. Upon closer inspection he noticed it was a kid and was half tempted to take off with the food and go home. But the steady thump of music he felt would be a better therapy then food. "No worries man." A smooth grin was delivered and a hand went to get the door, letting the other go first before he followed him inside. "Where ya goin, hopefully tha same place as me cause this s**t smells gud as sin." A grin and :ayne moved with the pizza guy towards the elevator as it was motioned to.
When the guy moved closer Markus couldn't help but feel a little on edge luckily that crooked smile won him over. The accent tickled the teen but he didn't mention it cause lets face it being rude to help didn't get you more right? Hell if he knew the guy it could almost be charming it certainly made him interesting. "Thanks again. " Markus chuckled back some strain releasing from tone as the pizza load got cut in half. Door open he moved in and smirked, looking to the paper tag on the side of one pizza. "Third floor, " with the words he motioned towards the elevator relieved when the guy followed.
"You live here?" It was a small talk question since they were going to soon be in a small box for a few seconds. One he didn't want to spend in awkward silence.
Live in this dump, hell no, but Layne understood small talk when he heard it. Though generally not one to even bother with it again he was in a good mood. Plus they were going to the same floor as it was so why lie? "Helll naw man, M'here fer ah party.." Hopefully again the one the kid was delivering too, with a wider grin he offered , "culd get ya in if ya feel lyke ditchin work for a couple minutes score you yer first beer?" Layne couldn't help but tease as they both entered the elevator.
The metal contraption littered with some red cups, the floor buttons on the panel dirt ridden and said that either the inspectors of the place were paid off or the tenants were too stupid to call them in. A finger reached out and struck the button smoothly for the floor in question then Layne backed up to rest against the wall. .
Markus laughed at the reaction noticing a wrinkle of the mans nose. "Weeelll just thought I would ask before I called it a shithole." He grinned feeling a little devious around the guy and unable to help it. Entering the elevator with the guy he chuckled and shook his head kicking away a cup. Settling in as the button for the floor was pressed and maybe looking twice to make sure it was right. When talk of ditching work and taking a beer came up Markus grinned and lifted a brow, "what makes you think I'm an innocent pizza guy, just because I'm young, grandpa?" The charmer was met back with a tease, of course though Markus hadn't drank he had smoked though and stole so he wasn't exactly innocent.
Shithole, hehe, ok he liked the kid now. Maybe a little bit at least and only more when the guy got brave enough to call him grandpa. The squeaky door of the elevator due his attention in the form of a lifted brow as it finally closed. "Layne, not grandpa ya little ********." The curse was purred with good intention as they started to move. A chuckle and the man peeked under the lid of a box, "dun make me lick et." The pizza guy blushed and Layne counted it as a win, leaning back into the wall of the elevator and listening to its hum.
The squeaky door of the elevator didn't only catch the others attention, Markus looked it over too. Then they started the slow ascend up. Layne huh, even his name was weird, "Markus and don't you friggin dare!" He hissed as the pizza was opened moving closer to the older man with a pout. Blushing softly in the flickering elevator light, which suddenly went out. "What the ********!" Markus yelped startled at the sudden darkness, and more so the sudden jolt of the elevator which nearly made him drop his load to the floor. To the side he heard a snicker before the light of a cell phone came up and Layne flashed it at him then the panel. "Did this shitty thing just die?" Markus was becoming increasingly panicked.
"Easy boi I aint gonna." He laughed as the other came at him, closing the lid before blinking. The lights had gone out, the elevator jumped and knocked him a bit into the wall he was leaning against. The pizza in his hand slid a bit but Layne managed to keep it stable as his new friend Markus decided to freak out. This bringing a laugh as a hand slipped into pocket and pulled out his phone. "Calm'down kid s**t." He moved the light over the others face now noticing how close he was, was the guy scare of dark? Layne didn't know nor care what he did care about was not being stuck in here.
The phone moved to the box and he pressed the panic button in red, of course nothing seemed to happen which had the man groaning. Right the lights were off did that mean the buildings power was all out or something? Didn't elevators have generators? A frustrated noise was given then he sat down and put the pizza boxes in front of him, shining the light up to Markus. "Sit, " the demand came and the guy followed with a frown. When he was settled Layne dialed the police and told them what was happening, after which they told him it would be about ten minutes to get the fire department over.
"Got five minutes buddy.." Layne hung up the phone after giving a call back number and let his head thump against the wall.
Markus was having a small panic attack, more so when nothing happened as the red button was pushed. Wasn't there suppose to be some kind of alarm? He wanted to pull his hair but hands were still full. As Layne slid down to the floor and instructed him to sit he did so all to happily. Well he hadn't dropped anything but it was still a bad night, ten minutes wasn't bad though. But that was only going to be when they got here! What if it took forever for them to actually get out of this damn thing!?
His heavy breathing echoed around the elevator until the pop and pizza was put down. Then slowly he started to relax, a hand moving to his own pocket now that it was free. Phone out he called work and told them what was going on, there was a burst of laughter on the other end and Markus hung up cussing. "Bastards! This is totally not funny, " Markus frowned and then looked to the other man in the elevator who was grinning in a way that read clear mischief.
The laughter was annoying mostly because he was in here too or it would have been funny. When the phone was hung up Layne leaned into the other man and purred, "yanno...m'offers still gud buddy, we culd both use some beers." Layne didn't mind doing temptation in fact it was funny. Then another idea came as a few minutes passed in the elevator, "...wanna eat a pizza? M'gettin hungry." The crew was outside now at least they knew that thanks to a phone call. But they had said it was going to take some time to figure out the best way to get them out. "We can say et fell when the elevator stopped, aint no one gonna know.." Layne's eyebrows waggled at the other man who promptly laughed and opened the closest pizza to them. A hand reached in and he pulled a slice up humming, "mmmm still kinda warm heh." But in fairness they had only been in here for about thirty minutes at this point.
Half an hour, they had been in here for half a god damn hour. So when the man started to tempt him again Markus was just pissed and tired enough to do it. "You have a deal hillbilly." Of course he couldn't tell that Layne's accent was anything more than slightly country sounding so he ran with that. On a laugh he opened the pizza and took one himself, Jae would be so displeased with him. But what his unrequited love didn't know wouldn't hurt him!
It was around half the pizza eaten when the lights of the elevator flickered back on and Markus shot up. Grinning as they started to move again. "Oh god man hell yes!" He smirked down to Layne and then seen the pizza, "s**t..I'm going to be fired.." Great job Markus what the heck were you thinking!? Just as he was about to panic again Layne shifted the half eaten pizza to the middle of the stack and gave him a wink. "What are you doing man.." Markus asked with a wide eyed look.
Markus was coming back to his senses as the lights flickered back on which was unfortunate since that meant he had lost his party wing man. But it didn't stop Layne, he finished the slice in hand then licked fingers before stacking the boxes again on a wink. When questioned he simply smirked and replied, "there all gonna be drunk by now, yer goin ta tha party M'at. Which means I'll bring the boxes in and no ones gonna think twice as long as ya dun say s**t." It was a hell of a plan and he was actually proud of himself, "get tha other boxes dummy." He laughed and stood up looking more than presentable as the door opened to the waiting fire department.
It was a hell of a plan and honestly could actually work, Markus nodded feeling guilty but not wanting to be fired. The pop and boxes were picked up and Markus put on a smile. After a moment to explain they were both fine they were released and on their way to the party. It was the thump of music that made his legs start to go stiff but a shove from Layne behind him and Markus knocked. When the door opened Layne took over telling them about the ride up and then about the cool pizza kid. Markus was left in a blush as the food was paid for without questions and Layne took the boxes inside. None had noticed and he wasn't sticking around for them too, "catch you around Layne!" with a yell over the music he waved to Layne and bolted for the stairs, tip in hand.
As they were released by the firemen Layne walked behind the other boy, putting on his best charming face for the party. Though the kid was going soft, this was met with him pushing the pizza box into the others back gently and grouching, "c'mon kid suck it up its gud no one will know." And if they did he would wear to god the kid did it before the elevator after all these were his friends. They would believe him over some pizza boy and thats all that mattered to him. Either way Layne wasn't catching heat so if the kid didn't shape up he would be in a boat all on his own for something they did together.
When the knock came he slid into motion, "mother ******** whas gud, me an this dude got stuck in tha elevator can you believe tha s**t? Luckily he was cool and et didn't turn into a murder scene in tha s**t." A grin and he moved past the friend holding the door, "M'goin go put this s**t down, pay tha kid huh?" Then he was off with a wink to Markus and moving to put the pizzas down to hungry guest. People dove in and no one seemed to notice the half eaten pizza. Probably more before the host just got another armful from the guy at the door so it didn't matter. Plus they were all good and buzzed just as he had previously thought them to be.
Hearing the call over the killer loud music was a bit hard but he caught his name and turned back to the door. Seeing the waving kid with a grin on his face, well look at that, the little s**t stayed cool. A hand lifted and promptly fingered the kid goodheartedly before he turned it into a wave goodbye. Cute kid, maybe they would run into one another again one day but before that Layne had some beers to down. "Go on brat! " He called before walking over to an icy cooler and pushing a hand in deep, searching the bottom since they were almost all gone. Sure he had missed half the party but there was beer to be found and that made it ok. Not to mention being stuck with Markus hadn't been the worst thing in his life so.
The beer was popped and he took a long drink.
This was going to be a good night.
1522 words for Layne. 1184 words for Markus
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 1:45 pm
WARNING FOR ALL SOLOS UNDER THIS! THESE SOLOS MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME OR TRIGGERING!
 Solo - ( 681 word count)
Flash back. (Layne thinking about the past)
The clock in the tiny living room made an awful tick, one so damn loud it was hard to ignore.
...... Tick, tick, tick, tick....
The noise slowly grated on the already tired mans nerves, he was at least glad that living in the nega complex meant no housemate lived with him. But the damn silence gave him too much time to think, which for the lieutenant meant bringing up some old memories. Painful memories. The slightly pale man looked to the clock in the room and sighed, he should really get up and break that damn thing. Using it as a distraction until another flickering thought turned back to his brother, his family, how his world use to be before all this magic and craziness.
Sitting in the dark on the sofa, he ran a hand down his face with a low groan leaning back to relax into the soft fabric of his couch. It was a suede material that felt nice against the skin, especially when nude. Soft, a thumb caressed the fabric and he thought of his mother. She was a sweet woman, always encouraging and forgiving him when he hadn't deserved it. Layne growled and turned over to lay on his stomach.
Face pressed into the cough his breathing started to slowly even out as the man started to doze.
Sleeping was a great escape from both reality and mind.
Most of the time that is...
Flash back dream
Layne was laughing and running around the garage from a growling Stevie. His brother pissed about the teen stealing his bike and only just now getting back in at one o'clock. "C'mon it aint like you never snuck out before!" Layne protested as he dodged a swiping hand. Stevie hissed and scolded him, "I didn't get a police escort back home and public indecency on my record !" Layne busted up laughing which meant having to double over and in turn be caught.
Stevie had him by the nape of the neck and a hand moved out and smacked Layne right on the a**. "Oooh do it again!" Layne smirked turning and trying to elbow his older brother. The elbow was unfortunately caught and the older boy slapped his younger brother in a moment of weakness. Layne was left stunned and staring, sure he fought Stevie now that their parents were gone but the other had never hit him. Not like ******** Layne! You're going to get taken away! Do you want that? Do you think mom and dad would be happy with how you are acting!?" Stevie moved back noticing the shock and mutter a sorry as he went for ice to put on the red cheek.
Layne in turned followed his brother silently, that was the first time anyone had said it again. That they really were dead. A pain washed over the teen and he sat down at the table in their tiny kitchen. A look given to his brother as he took the offered ice pack, "....I dont know....maybe it'd be easier fer us both if I was.." Layne knew he couldn't respect Stevie as a parent, they both knew.
Stevie paused by the fridge and looked back to him, that heart tearing out look, Layne could never forget it, "shut up idiot listen..just straighten up.you know I love you but stop getting in so much damn trouble. "
Loved him. Layne hadn't ever really grasped the concept but in that moment he could have sworn he really felt loved and for the first time he had said it back. "Love ya too idiot.."
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Layne woke up choking, having inhaled a tassel on the pillow of his cough. "Mother ********!" The pillow was swung and ended up by accident knocking the clock off the wall and busting it. This bringing a dark satisfied smile to the slightly shaken up lieutenants face.
That had been a hell of a dream the man though, eyes going dim as he lit up a smoke, resisting the urge to drive by the autoshop his brother worked at.

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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 5:00 pm

Solo - (589 word count)
Batting Cages
It was mid-day, the spring felt like it was trying to turn to summer already but the warm weather was welcomed. Even if it felt like it was teasing the 80's. But Layne loved it and why wouldn't he considering the views it brought, tank tops, short shorts, yeah summer weather was nice. Layne smirked as he passed a set of giggling girls on his way to the cages. Walking with his bat over shoulder, wearing a backwards ball hat, tank top with a large finger on it and a pair of cargo shorts. He looked oddly out of place on this side of town but that was life, had he of had bike the attire would have been a bit more acceptable since he'd need to dress for wind.
But the bike he typically rode was currently in the shop waiting to get fixed.
A strangers shop, not the one Stevie worked at. And this bothered him greatly for many reasons. The most important being his brother was a damn good mechanic, one Layne trusted to touch his ride. Touch it and not ******** it up that is. Layne sighed in frustration, he missed Stevie in times like this, in times he could actually use his brother. Missed being able to laze around and do nothing or something whenever he wanted.
Po was really starting to get under his skin, but there was nothing that he could do considering she could kick the s**t out of him. Hell she could kill him and already said she would. The bat over shoulder came forward and Layne twirled it in hand, ridiculous. Tense and frustrated it was hard to think so he was falling back on something that use to help him release anger as a kid.
The batting cages.
A place he could go and hit, release but different than just going to the Y and beating the hell out of someone. Because here he was alone with his thoughts. Though he rarely allowed himself alone time, Layne was in a mode of self preservation . There was no way he was going to let that b***h kill him, she had gotten his a** into this and what? Just expected a guy like him to ******** run with it? Sure he liked beating the hell out of people but all the rest of this was just...it was...
Beyond him.
Or it had been.
He had failed once but after being a part of the last mission, the graveyard, he was ready to try Something that day had sparked a fire in the man but then he hadn't known what. Today it was one of the many things that was going to be pondered on. How could he prove his worth, save his hide and what would be the fall back if it didn't work?
Because there was always a fall back, an escape, one just had to find it.
Layne entered the batting cage and set it up, standing on the side to allow the favored left hand its chance first. A ball shot out from the pitching machine and Layne swung, a hard hit with a smug smile.
There it was right before him the answer, power, the thing that had struck such a hard cord in him when they returned back to Metallia and lieutenants turned captains before his very eyes. It answered the Xe dilemma as well, if he couldn't impress the b***h....he'd just become more powerful and ....
Kill her before she killed him.
Simple.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 7:57 pm

Solo - (564 word count)
Advice
The last thing he had remembered was downing at least sixteen beers. Maybe something about music, that could explain the throbbing headache the man now had. When stormy orbs opened Layne peered around with a soft groan. "Tha hell..." This was not his house, in fact the location was completely new. This wasn't Aaron's or Jeff's or any of the few friends the man had. Another groan and Layne pushed up off the bed.
Only to fall right back down ******** hell!"" It had been an instant bad idea to try to get up, the room had started spinning. Layne getting something close to vertigo as soon as feet had touched the ground. His head throbbed and the man winced, groaning loudly out into the room.
"Careful sunshine, here drink this it will make your head feel better." A familiar voice sounded behind him, it was the pizza guy from a few days ago. Maybe months ago, Layne couldn't remember. "The hell m'a doing here?" Layne asked as he sat back up and reached for the drink the man was holding. Markus gave the other a look of disbelief and then laughed. Layne of course not in the mood and hissing for an actual answer, then taking a sip of the drink.
"You got s**t faced at a club we both happened to be in. Luckily I saw them toss you out on your a**, " Markus chuckled and then he shook his head. Then he moved back and opened the door peeking out before looking back at Layne, "uh..my roommates gone, but I kind of need you home before he gets in, cause well I'm trying to- " Layne held up a middle finger and smirked. He knew what the blushing kid was going to say.
Him being in the guys room when this mate came back was going to cause problems because, "you wanna hit tha s**t? He hot?" Layne couldn't help but be more than a little amused when Markus frowned and told him not to worry about it. After the drink was fully consumed he slowly got back up, then offered as he found his shoes in the room, "feed me and I'll go much faster." A flash of white teeth and then the other man rolled his eyes, but in a manner Layne knew was playful.
Which meant he was getting food and that was already netting this kid a new friend. After all this was the second time he had fed him. Layne sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled his shoes on, as soon as they were on he was heading into the actual apartment. It was kind of nice, weirdly homey for two dudes, "You tryin tat bang a geezer? What's wit that nicknacks?" A loud protest came from the kitchen and Layne laughed.
"Sure sure... " He hummed as he slid into the kitchen then took a seat at the table. Smelling eggs and bacon, it smelt good, felt even better to have someone being homey for him. He hadn't realized how much he missed actually being kind of normal. After a quick fix on the food and a pep talk for the teen Layne was heading home, wondering if the guy would take his advice about just pouncing this Jae character.
Probably not but then again people typically didn't take his advice.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 2:32 pm

Solo - (521 word count)
Energy Draining Time
Each member of the Negaverse had a predetermined quota of energy they were required to collect for the Negaverse. He knew this. Knew it well. But Layne's had been usually lazily filled and then forgotten, never had he actually bothered to do any personal store of energy. But that was changing, like a few other things in his life. It was slowly becoming something of importance for the negaverer. To have that backup storage of energy just in case he ran into more upper level knights.
That Erberus had been a real pain in the d**k.
The squire had manhandled him all over the place in their last meeting, luckily the b*****d had left him alive but still. Layne couldn't afford for that to happen again, and luckily Xe had left him alone long enough for him to heal from that battle. It was a hell of an a** kicking after all. All that aside her Natrolite found himself, ready to drain some energy the best way he knew how. Parties, clubs or bars. Bar's was the target tonight and it didn't take long for him to find a packed one.
The agent lazily strolled into the bar, covered paid and looking for prey. When he found it, it was giggling and nearly tripping over herself. There was a good thing happening in being handsome for him, as confident as he was he knew he was handsome yes, and he used it. Luring the poor tipsy girl into a corner out of the way, into a kiss. Lips met tongue and teeth and just as she was about ready to throw herself on him Natrolite struck, lulling her to be still in his special massage as he started the drain. The giggling beast of a woman played shy, then allowed it, it was a sweet surrender for the agent.
Layne had already been told physical contact was required for the drain and each time he used this to his full advantage. Maybe a time or two had even went ahead and slept with the target before draining them in the morning hours when they were still asleep. Because all work and no play makes Natrolite a dull boy and he wasn't ******** having that s**t. When energy came from the woman, it was a familiar floating purple orb. As it came to him Natrolite made the orb in question disappear to storage, his focus still on the woman he was draining, she was getting weak. That noted she was released without a care, body now slumped against the wall they had been making out on.
His job was done, and he was tired, she would be fine and likely not even remember the incident and best yet no one seemed to notice or those that did thought they'd been drugged.
The quota is highest for lieutenants, Layne snorted to himself as he slipped out of the bar, remembering this fact. Well it might be, but that just meant they worked harder right? The agent smirked and started for the next bar, planning to get a drink upon arrival to help loosen him up and recover. There was more energy to be collected since tonight he wasn't only filling quota, he was going to make a storage for himself as well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:43 pm

Solo - (705 word count)
Hallelujah!
"My life started the day I got caught..by a pretty little purple spider. Poisonous b***h." The captain smirked as a gloved hand curled around the throat of a sobbing man. Previously being asked why he was doing this, what was he, the general shitfaced sobbers questions. Natrolite being one to humor them always answered differently and yet the same. Then what he had came here to do was done and his quota was full.
--Three hours later...--
Church.
How long had it been since he had stepped into his place? Too long. Layne was dressed formally for what felt like the first time in years. A nice pair of slacks, white button up shirt and his hair was smoothed in a less wild fashion. The man didn't slip in unnoticed however and before he even got to the pew he had wanted his brother was turned and watching him.
The sermon was still going on and the preacher gave out a loud Hallelujah right as Layne got to the seat next to his brother, "Hallelujah!" He smirked purring the word out sarcastically enough to get the death glare from the older Anderson boy. As he sat there was no expectation, after all he had disappeared on Stevie for several years now. A smirk was set firmly in place as the words of the sermon fell upon four deaf ears.
--Thirty minutes after Church--
He found himself in the middle of the Anderson home, the place he had grown up, with the man across the table whom had raised him. Staring across a bowl of fruitloops into the mirror set of blue eyes. Layne shoveled a bite down as he waited for it, nothing had been said hell he hadn't even been invited. Stevie had simply left church and Layne had followed, followed him home and into the unlocked house.
The awkward silence was building and threatening to erupt in violence, they both knew it, but Stevie spoke just a few seconds before the default set in.
"Thought you'd be dead by now....How have you been?" The older man asked softly, for once trying to get a feel for his brother. Unable to help the annoyance that shined through his voice loud and clear.
"Would ya be sad if I was?" Layne responded as he picked some sugar sweet cereal from a cavity and flicked it across the kitchen like a five year old. Stevie rolled his eyes and gave his brother a sharp look. A look Layne answered finally, "been fine..busy." Layne leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back, nose wrinkling as he asked, "still thinkin yew gotta pretend ya didn't get raised in tha stick huh?" Layne had always been annoyed that Stevie tried to hide his accent as best he could.
Though maybe he understood it a little more now...something were meant to be hidden after all.
Stevie sighed and stole his box of cereal back, "because I happen ta like it when people understand what tha hell I'm saying to them." Of course now he was frustrated and Layne knew that, he also knew it brought the accent out thicker, brat. "You look better...not as skinny..someone finally getting ya to eat more than junk?" The older pressed curiously, Layne didn't look dirty and he had put on some muscle which knowing his brothers temper was a little frightening.
Layne could sense the nervousness in his brothers tone, Stevie knew how his relationships tended to go. "Jealous?" He cooed with a roll of his own eyes, "yew look just as shitty as ever, still got tha one b***h suckin yew fer money? Ya need ta cut that turd lose.." Stevie flashed a threatening look as Layne brought up the golddigger that was attached to his older brother. "I'mma take that as a yes.." He chuckled and then leaned back further in his chair and started to look around.
Stevie broke first as always, arms folding as he asked bluntly, "what do you want Layne?"
Blues settled on the older man and a slow smirk stretched Layne's lips, "...nothing.." The answer told them both it would be a long night. Stevie pulled up a chair next to his brother and they started to 'talk'.

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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:05 pm
WARNING FOR ALL SOLOS UNDER THIS! THESE SOLOS MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME OR TRIGGERING!

Stalkings NOT stalking unless you get caught- ( 565 word count) Cap Solo 1
It wasn't like this was exactly new for him to do, he thought as he sat on a bench outside of the school. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, which was a little hard given how he looked. The brunette was in a grey hoodie, hat on under the sweater's hood, looking like the average criminal. Totally sticking out like a sore thumb as he tried to pretend to be waiting on the city bus.
There had been this one guy he couldn't get out of his system lately. But the b*****d wasn't answering any of his calls or text. This would have been fine if Layne hadn't gone on a binge because of it. So after a stop at a pawn shop to sell a few things he had hooked himself up and decided this was a great idea.
Panicked from intoxication he was nervously looking back behind himself, then around the area, lips parting so a tongue could run over the bottom one. It was getting really dry in his mouth and god damn it was annoying, he had the option of getting a soda, but that meant having to leave his post. On a glance to the gas station across the street he decided, getting up the brunette made a bold dodge into traffic, the result was almost being hit and giving the finger to a motorist. Stupid b*****d almost hit him, he would make a note of that face and pay him back later in the night.
Yeah.
Yeah...
The thought spurred another, a rather dark thought that had Layne paused and staring at himself in the window of the gas station. God damn. Was he really thinking about turning into Natrolite and...forcing a relationship? Layne felt that crack in himself widen, no, it burst. A hot streak of fluid started down cheek and it freaked the man out into running.
He just....ran. Ran until he couldn't run and ended up collapsing under a bridge for the night.
When he woke up it wasn't pleasant, not it was to a squatter poking him in the a** with a stick. On a growl and flash of teeth, he was up, punching the old man directly in the face before getting his barrings. As the man lay crying on the ground Layne simply stared at him, trying to piece together how this had ******** happened. How his life had gotten to his? A quick to blame mind started to pull up excuses but Layne was even too tired for those, he was too tired.
On a snort, he flashed a middle finger to the bleeding man and turned to leave. A pounding head and broken spirit lead him back to the place that had started it all. Staring at the front door of the home he grew up in Layne doubled over and threw up. It took over thirty minutes for him to make it to the door and when he did it opened to an image he didn't want to see.
Stevie looked every bit the definition of the word disappointed, but there was some sympathy behind the judgmental eyes. Layne allowed himself to be taken in and put into his old teenaged room. Curling into the fetal position and with the help of his brother he slept off the cravings but woke up to an ultimatum that wasn't much better.

You Don't Gain A Single Thing From Misery.Cap Solo 2 - (533)
"There are many types of drug abuse treatments out there Layne, not all of them want you to live there." Stevie started the conversation, producing several pamphlets and displaying them on the table. The older Anderson boy tried to keep his calm as Layne rolled his eyes and thumbed over one of the pamphlets. This was important, they both knew it was necessary, and here is where it started. "I can't force you into one Layne, you need to pick one...I know this lady, shes re-" Layne abruptly cut him off with a snarl, "she's really nice I bet huh bubby? Gonna tell me how ******** special I am while she ******** thinks about how big a ******** loser I am?" The chair next to him was kicked childishly out before he grabbed it and pulled it back.
There was a moment of silence before Stevie tried again, "no she's going to know you are a loser, you are living on your brother's couch and sleepin in your own god damn vomit." Another moment of silence and Stevie broke, tears starting to finally stream. "God damn it, Layne." On a turn away his hands hit the counter, "..I don't know what to do, I'm trying! You don't gain a damn thing by being this miserable do you?.." Layne was staring at his brothers tensed up back, thinking about how easy it would be to just strangle him and get this part of his life over. The thought dissolved when he heard the tears in tone, the ******** was crying. It was the second time Layne had realized these thoughts of his weren't normal, they weren't.
But Stevie was right, Layne had always been out for gain. What did you gain by having to be looked after like a toddler? What did he get other than a ******** high that kept getting short? What was....the gain by being this miserable. Death. Because when his general whom had surprisingly pissed off somewhere figured out what he was doing, where he had been, that he had just been filling Quota and leaving. She would ******** kill him, or worse turn him into one of those monsters.
On a long draw of hand down his face Layne looked back to the table, the color pictures of happily smiling crackheads taunting him. Acknowledging an addiction one read and he scoffed, everyone with a ******** addiction knew they had it. It was the itch in the middle of your ear or back you could never get to, never overlook, never ignore. Layne swallowed thickly and rubbed a hand against the scab on his leg, picking at it instantly as he looked intently at the pictures. "I won't go to a ******** crackhead house, Stevie." Layne finally spoke, his voice sounded lost and hesitant as he continued, "...I'll talk to yer ******** b***h. But I swear to god if she tries to make me think I'm crazy." Stevie whirred around before he could finish and gave him the would you ******** stop look, Layne obliged and maybe hung his head a little.
He left like an eight year that had just pissed himself in public. Ashamed, pride-less and...and ******** scared.

Detox. // Cap Solo3 - ( 752 )
Alcohol, Opioids, and Benzodiazepines.
One of the three words he at least ******** knew, the others, well doctors weren't so great at explaining things. Especially when they were to busy trying to ******** kill you. Not to mention take you for any ******** money you had, even if he wasn't paying for this. Stevie had somehow talked his company into adding Layne into his insurance policy and here they were, a day after his last ER visit. Layne could feel his skin crawling, his hands shaking so hard he actually had to keep moving them to make them stop. It was like walking around with Parkinson's, ******** sucked and it made him look crazy, hell they all already thought he was crazy.
Look at them whispering, even though the three people in front of him were talking at normal volume and directly in front of Layne. He was pretty sure this was some kind of ******** ploy to get him in prison, they had taken his blood and asked a bunch of ******** questions. All kinds of questions, what if they were from the Order, what if they knew who he was?! Of course in his current state, he didn't know it was all part of the Evaluation, the first step of the three-step detox program.
A smug looking Therapist was watching him as he paced the room, picking up objects and debating on if he should strike first. He could power up and kill everyone in the room, unfortunately, Stevie was here. Or perhaps not so unfortunate for the rest of the room as the man was all that was standing between them and a tweaked out Captain Natrolite. "Layne," A voice called out to him and his head snapped around, lips being rubbed raw by a hidden tongue dancing behind them, "WHAT?" He snapped and then laughed, hands going in his pockets to hide the shakes and look for smokes that weren't there, "give me back my lighter I told ya I ain't answer no more questions till ya give me my s**t, where are my god damn clothes these are too small!" Layne hissed as he pulled at the shirt he was wearing, it wasn't too small, as Stevie turned to point out they hadn't changed his clothes since this morning and the only clothes they had at the house were Laynes.
Layne narrowed his eyes on his brother, the Therapist was noticing the increasing distrust and swiftly moved to ask Stevie to step outside. That is where the first bomb dropped, the man told his brother this was clearly a matter of life and death and even if Layne wanted outpatient rehab it was impossible. Impossible now that they had the drug test back, impossible now that the paranoia of his brother taking him here was starting to settle, impossible most of all because of what and how long Layne had been using.
Stevie ran a hand down his face as they lowered voices outside the door to talk about the options.
Stabilization was the next step and it was absolute hell for Layne. Now fully checked into the facility he was under twenty-four-hour watch by nurses, because trying to discontinue drug use was a very difficult task. When the vomiting stopped, thanks to medicine it was the headaches, the confusion, the fear. Medication had to be used both to ease withdrawal symptoms and for staff safety, Layne was essentially a vegetable with diarrhea and dry mouth, it was an absolute mental hell when he recovered enough sense to think.
Enough sense to blame all the ******** that had put him here, his brother, Porsha, every one of those sons of bitches that had left him for dead in here. The length of withdrawal and the lovely symptoms lasted a whopping two weeks for Layne. When he was fully able to think and speak without making an a** of himself they sent him to a bunk bed in a tiny room. There wasn't any rest that was happening however because all the new pills, the less fun ones, were giving him a mixture of insomnia and nightmares when he finally did sleep. The only good part about all of this he decided was that he was still getting drugs because as the doctor had said: "for his safety he was on tapering from benzodiazepines." It basically meant he got free pills only....not enough of them and not as frequent as he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:33 am
WARNING FOR ALL SOLOS UNDER THIS! THESE SOLOS MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME OR TRIGGERING!

Week 4 // Cap Solo 4 - ( 528 )
The first week after he had been detoxed was the worst. It was hell trying to get adjusted to waking up at the crack of dawn to a roommate you barely knew in a room the size of an apartment kitchen. Waking up wasn't the only thing Layne had to adjust to, oh no, they had forced him into therapy services, anger management and well free pills that weren't nearly as good as the ones you paid for. For the most part, the therapy involved him just sitting and staring, emotionally shut off before randomly exploding into anger then cutting off again.
It was a hell of a roller coaster. Going back and forth between struggling with the fact that this was what his life was now and how he had gotten there. Blaming everyone and everything under the sun because they knew, they all had known. Only to think later how hard he had tried to hide it all. How no one really knew because he had been so ******** scared to end up in a place like this. It was like a nursing home for crackheads, a place they threw you away to and left you to rot!
Layne wasn't about to let that happen to himself, no, he could get out if he wanted. If he wanted he could get out of here easily, Layne glanced towards the locked doors and the medical assistant that was standing watch by it. The man couldn't handle an enraged Natrolite, not a chance in hell. As soon as the thought ended he was replaying his brother's voice in mind. Stevie had told him in every letter that he sent how proud he was, it was something his brother had never said before, something Layne took as bullshit. At least with the first few letters, the ones after, after his mind had cleared from the drug fog...those stayed under his pillow.
Pain, dependency, fear, and guilt. These things alone were what kept him here.
Layne slowly by the end of the third week was starting to come to terms, had decided he needed to be here. No matter how miserable he felt right now, it always seemed to pass. The cravings came and went, even the ones they didn't allow him to substitute medicine for. It was ******** hell when they were there, he struggled but got through it thinking about what he would do when he got out of here the right way.
By the fourth week he was actually listening to his therapist, actually listening to the stories of the other people. They were all different but all of them were his story. Layne had refused to speak outright at the meetings, in fact, he had told all of them they were a thousand names under the sun. It had been embarrassing as he listened now and thought back to it. He shifted in the plastic chair and rubbed his hands together slowly as the circle came around towards him. The woman in charge of the group was about to skip past him as usual when he stood up.
"...My name is Layne and I'm pretty ******** up aren't I?.."
He had tried like hell to convince himself he wasn't like these people but knew the truth as his own story came out.
 Day to Days // Cap Solo 5 - ( 505 words ) When being trapped wasn't the first words that came to mind immediately. Once that mindset started so did the healing, some genuine want to change, it remained a day to day process though. Some days were good, most days were s**t, but every day continued through.
Every day passed just like every craving and symptom.
There came a time when a meeting was called. A meeting of what came next. It was to discuss a release that Layne wasn't actually sure he was ready for.
As he sat on the edge of the soft white mattress to await the meeting, dark thoughts came to mind. He had finished the steps program, but was he actually ready? Layne laughed at his own thoughts, only days ago he was planning his escape. Now when the actual real possibility of it happening was present... he wasn't sure he wanted it.
What kind of bullshit was this?
Dependency.
Yeah, the more he thought about it the more he knew this demon. The longer it stayed, the more it pissed him off. He had gone from someone so self-sufficient to someone so ******** weak-willed. Someone who was considering staying in a crackhead house. All for what? Because he was afraid to rely on himself again?
Himself.
No, Layne's head went up as the door to his room opened. There on the other side with his doctor was Stevie. Layne could feel his brother smiling even though his face was stuck on that dull look of default. The man didn't want to show much emotion, never had. But neither had Layne until this moment. Layne could feel his body moving and couldn't stop it.
In just mere seconds after the door was opened he was embracing his brother in a hard hug. Remembering as arms wrapped around the other man. That he wasn't alone in this, that he didn't have to be strong. Other people, ones that could help him existed, even outside of his brother, and it wouldn't be a dependency.
It would be supporting.
Support while years ago would have been scoffed at was something he at least knew was important now. Important for the survival of this ******** up world.
On a release of his brother Layne moved with the doctor into the meeting room.
-SKIP-
In the car, with a small bag of his belongings, a somber Layne stared at his feet. The clank of pills in the bag between his legs slightly amusing as it filled the silent car with a happy sort of tine. They hadn't spoken since the hug, even then it had just been an exchange of each of their names from opposite lips.
Neither Anderson boy wanted to break the silence first after a couple turns towards their home Layne broke the chain. Stevie looked surprised as his brother spoke first, no, he was more shocked by the words themselves. Layne had shifted back in his seat, turned to stare at his brother and softly whispered out into the car, "...Thank you, brother."
 Giving back. // Cap Solo 6 - ( 523 words )
It had been a lot of lost time since detox and Layne was still involved with the program. Now a sponsor for those that suffered as he had. It was hard work and made him honestly appreciated the poor b*****d who had been his sponsor. That guy was a ******** saint. The man had put up with a cussing, phone calls at weird hours, a lot of his s**t.
Which was probably why today Layne was treating Alex to lunch. As they sat in a booth together and chatted it was kind of nice. Still, Layne knew something was up with his lunch companion, he wasn't stupid after all, no one checked their phone that many times. "You got another addict under yer wing handsome? I'm jealous." He purred and took a bite of food, they both knew it was playful teasing.
But Layne was curious.
On a nod to affirm the question Alex paused and looked up to him, asking about how it was going for Layne. "Mostly the guy won't talk.." Layne sighed and then rubbed at the back of his head, "think a part of tha kid is still in denial." Alex nodded as he ate and then offered that maybe the guy was nervous about sounding to needy, he told Layne that perhaps opening up the offer of support was needed.
Layne considered this on another bite and a slow sip of coffee, for a second he was thinking how the hell was it so hard for people to ask for help. Then slowly the gears started to crank, Layne had been stubborn about talking, for a long time. Hell, it was still hard to talk about certain topics for him but, but it got easier when you knew a none judgmental ear was waiting.
"Yeah...you know what...maybe I'll make the first move just in case," Layne smirked across the table as he pulled out his phone. Crafting a message he didn't second guess before sending it away to his guy's phone. It was an opening to talk, an offering to share Layne's own experience aside from what the guy already didn't know.
As lunch wrapped up Alex asked about Layne's current life stage, it drew a laugh from the man before he shrugged. Current Layne though was much better than past, they both knew that. "...It's ....good." Layne took in a breath and then struck up a cigarette much to his companion's distaste. At the wrinkle of nose, he chuckled, "..one thing at'ah time huh? I'll give these up when I get cancer. " Maybe sooner, who knew what the future held.
As they took another moment to bullshit Layne felt himself smiling uncontrollably, and damn if it didn't feel good.
An abrupt ring of phone broke up their conversation. On a glance to the device in hand, Layne excused himself and slid a finger against screen to answer. "Hello..right on my way." How about that, the offer had worked. Maybe there was something to approaching the situation first? Layne tucked away the note for later and bid his lunch date a goodbye.
Heading out and thinking of ways to talk his new project out of drinking the day away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 11:16 am

Job At The Gym!- ( 634 word count) Cap Solo 7
Only a couple months had passed since he left rehab. In every sense of the word new Layne was trying to make his life. That started with a job, it had taken him several weeks to narrow in on a choice. Stevie had offered a place for him in the shop he worked at but Layne wanted to keep their newly established relationship good. That and Stevie would know better if Layne used the family excuse at work.
This was something he couldn't chance especially if something for Porsha or the Negaverse came up and he had to leave.
As he looked over a blank resume document he toyed with an imaginary scene of telling his general he couldn't make it aid because of work. Yeah. Heh. She would pummel him into oblivion. The blinking courser slid down the page as he filled in some sections of the document. Name, age, education these were all easy.
What got hard was skills, background checks, s**t normal people would have no problem filling in. On a stretch back he stared at the white popcorn looking ceiling. This house needed an upgrade for sure, the apartment Po had given him was much better. Especially now that he had bothered to clean it up and decorate a little.
Another look back to the blank skill sections and he let out an exhausted breath. "Ok...to the internet," Layne smirked as he opened a new tab and keyed in the words skills to have on a resume. Surely there would be some skill that matched him right? Lazy blues roamed the topics that came up under the search. A click of a link took him to some type of list for job seekers and he snorted.
"Ability to Work Under Pressure.." The words dripped with a certain dark pleasure as he added them to his resume. He could do that, he could do that now. "Decision Making, well it doesn't say good decision making." He mused to himself while adding another bulletin to the list. Going down the list he added computer skills because hell he could handle clicking and reading. Willingness to learn, the set of words was lingered on with a large grin before added.
Layne finished up the resume and submitted it to a generic job site before applying to a few positions. Ones that were close to the apartment, walking kind of close because gas was expensive. One job, in particular, caught his interest and he applied a little eagerly. It was a cleaning type position at the gym he frequented, something full time and overnights both things he needed.
Within a week he had a call and an interview. It seemed like a daze but for the first time as he went in for a drug test there was no anxiety that came with passing. This time he knew he would and ******** it was kind of a rush to be the one grinning as he held the cup of warm amber fluid. Passing it along to a smirking medical jockey he gave a peace sign and was out the door.
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First days were always the worst he was learning as he tailed a woman with a mop. Listening to her describe a gym he was already familiar with. The only real thing he cared about was when she said they allowed earphones past nine o'clock for the workers. When left to his own devices he got into a grove and busted his a**, cleaning the gym and the equipment for the next day. It was a nice stable gig that he was kind of ******** proud of, especially days later when he spotted a particularly flattering review on a social sight of a hot janitor that did a good job while looking fine.

Lunch Gone Wild - ( 526 word count) Cap Solo 8
Being a night janitor had its perks. The likes of which were getting to take longer at lunch and nobody giving a s**t unless your job wasn't done in the morning. Parked outside of the gym he was sitting on the tailgate of his truck. Eating half a ham sandwich and watching a stray dog meander around the parking lot.
It was a mangy thing looking about half dead and coughing. Sick little turd. Layne felt a ping of sympathy and in a moment of weakness tossed a piece of crust out. The genius of a dog took about five million years to sniff the damn offering before apparently deciding it was too good for the crust. "Ya ain't getting nothing else Scrappy.." He mouthed the animal in the dimly lit parking area.
On a turn away from the dog, he started to check his phone. Browsing some text messages and replying to a few people. As he did the animal took its chances. In a flash, it was up on its hind legs and stretching sneakily, a snap of teeth and it took off into a sprint with the rest of his sandwich. By that point, Layne had turned and was cussing as he jumped from the bed of the truck.
"You rotten b*****d! Get back here!" He took off in a run after the animal and after about ten minutes of chase gave up. Winded and annoyed he started back towards work. Which he had gotten a good distance away from because he was a genius. On a laugh, he tucked his hands into his pockets and started a sprint for the gym. Luckily getting back before anyone had noticed he wasn't coming back inside on time.
A few hours of the same old routine passed and he was trying not to be frustrated by feeling half full. It mostly worked since he didn't have to interact with other people in this job. A blessing he counted close to heart as he finished his section and clocked out for the night.
Strolling back towards his pickup it was then that he realized he had forgotten to put the tailgate back up. On a frown, he moved in a slow stalk towards the truck and shot a hand out to slam the backend up. It worked but as soon as the metal hit metal a very nonmetal object sprang upholding his lunch pail. The cloth was logged in that same scrappy mutts mouth as he jumped the back of the truck and landed upright.
Layne hissed in displeasure as the animal actually looked at him in all its sassy victory. A lunge and he went to grab the dog by its scruff, the damn thing slipped away and took off running. It was the first time in his life he had ever wanted to kick a dog, he loved dogs but this one was giving them a bad name! On a growl, he started after it then paused only to breakdown in a laugh.
"Jesus Christ...fine you win a*****e...just keep it. Hope you like kale b***h.." Because that was all that was left of lunch.
Letting go was getting easier.

Haircut So What - ( 516 word count) Cap Solob9
Thick locks of brunette hair were stuck all over his head. This was the moment he decided that a change was necessary. Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror at work. Usually being sweaty wouldn't have bothered him but then again he usually kept his hair cut. Plus let's face it when he was sweaty it usually involved some form of pleasure and cleaning the toilet was not pleasurable.
Even if it gave him a paycheck.
The following morning he had an appointment made and was off. Heading downtown and trying to figure out where the hell the shop in question was. His phone said left but it clearly wasn't where it was supposed to be. After a nearly furious call to the barbershop, he was given better directions and just made it to the appointment. The place was apparently hidden in the middle of the shopping center.
It took another damn sign in, because clearly doing it online didn't count, and he was finally slotted to get a cut and shave. Only when he got into the chair the man with the razor started talking him up on his beard. After a couple minutes of listening to how great he looked with it, Layne was sold. He decided to let the man leave it but was clear on his hair, "I want the sides buzzed man, I work and that s**t gets in the way."
With a laugh, the barber agreed and started to work. The man cut both sides of Layne's hair down to good and then started on the top. Only he stopped and again started offering opinions. When the word ponytail came up Layne nearly stroked out, "uh man...seriously? " The barber held up a hand to just wait and then trimmed the hair down and put it in a god damn bun. Layne struggled not to make a comment that would get him kicked out and maybe also because the woman next to them gave him a clear eye.
"Ok ******** it... let's do it." Layne gave in and decided to rock this man bun thing. It would be a good change right? Besides if he hated it he would just get a damn buzz cut. It wasn't like he hadn't had one of those before. Just, maybe he was twelve when he had one but still. His ears were huge with that haircut but still.
When the cut was over he took a picture of himself and sent it off to Sarah for a brutally honest opinion. Because of all the people he knew she would likely give him one. The reaction was favorable if a bit annoying, "the ******** is beard oil?" Nobody had time for that s**t, especially him. Though on his way out of the shopping plaza he may or may not have stopped at a hipster store to smell some.
Smells were free after all and when everything ended up smelling like your grandmother's purse they stayed free.
No way in absolute hell was he putting beard oil on that smelled like hard candy.
Who the hell invented these things?
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 2:40 pm

Sickness ( 537 word count) Cap Solo 10
Sicilian pistachio was the name of the day. It had been cried out for over an hour before the older of the Anderson boys cracked and bought some. Layne was laying on the couch now with a pint of cold, smooth, and green creamy goodness on his chest.
With a spoon half hanging out of his mouth Layne sneezed violently enough to send the silverware flying. It landed thankfully within arms reach and went right back into the ice cream for another bite. Being sick really sucked a** but at least he had someone to cater to him.
Or had until Stevie announced he had to go to work. "Finnne leave me to die!" His brother shot him a look and Layne pouted. Taking up the t.v. remote he put on the trashy courtroom drama channel. It was entertaining for at least an hour to watch people fighting over petty s**t. The most entertaining of all was a cheating husband denied cheating and then followed directly up with he didn't know how the underwear got in his truck.
"God.." Layne yawned and felt the snot drain down the back of his throat. It was disgusting. On a loud clear of the throat, he utilized the empty sprite bottle next to him as a spittoon. With a pull of earphones, Layne started to browse the podcast app he had bought a couple days ago for work.
A secret pleasure of a podcast about a small town with paranormal activity was brought up and he closed his eyes. Listening as the two make-believe DJ's started to banter before getting interrupted by some townspersons problem. He managed to make it through a couple of episodes before falling asleep.
The rest wasn't pleasant, however. Blackness faded into a very weird dream, likely due to the podcast still playing in the ear. It featured Layne as himself and Porsha of all people as a love interest caught in a haunted library. They were battling Abraham Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth. Both of which were a ghost and determined to destroy the library in which Porsha was working.
Layne took a minute to decide which was more hilarious, Porsha as his love interest or the fact that she was a librarian.
This internal debate turned out to be a mistake as John Wilkes Booth tipped over a bookshelf and trapped him below it. The dream got a little fuzzy as Porsha wept near his trapped body. Layne was struggling and throwing books in the meantime at a fast approaching ghost John Wilkes Booth. Luckily since apparently, Porsha was the helpless dame Lincoln came to his rescue.
The sixteenth present was a beast, one whom could apparently summon a Gatling gun. Ghost bullets started to rain down upon the library and Porsha hit the deck beside the fallen Layne. Meanwhile, in the distance he could hear Lincoln yelling, "four score and seven years ago I should have kicked your a** and now I'm going to make America proud! You theater ruing son of a pig!"
It was around this time Layne woke to find himself laughing and on the verge of tears. "Ok..s**t.." Maybe being sick wasn't so bad, at least your fever-ridden dreams were interesting.

Teleportation Practice - ( 511 word count) Cap Solo 11
Teleporting.
Still something he didn't enjoy but it was much better than it had been at the start of learning. It took less and less out of him the more he practiced. Which now that he was back in a good mindset was more often. It felt nice going out and getting some actual work done. Plus he was no longer doing this hard work just for his general, but now for himself.
Natrolite was betting that was another reason why he was getting so much more done. That pressure to impress had faded off, the fear of not doing well. ******** it, ******** it all. He was just focused now on doing the job, doing it well and honestly having some ******** fun while doing it. No one could be pissed if you got the work done and done it right.
Now Natrolite was able to move further distances. Further distances without feeling like a fat guy who just sprinted a marathon. Boy did those days blow a**, it was hard but he had powered through the pain. Just like usual. Just like now.
Currently, he was taking a rest on the top of a roof. What roof? Well, the roof of a frequently visited night club in town. A place he often haunted to fill the quota. It was a good stop since most of the people inside were so ******** up they needed a reason to be scared straight.
He knew because he used to be one of those very people. Call it community ******** services for the junkies. Call it stress relief, anger management, call it whatever the ******** you would. But it was helping a few of them not come back, at least to this place. That much was at least worth it to Natrolite.
Sitting on the edge of the roof he let his feet dangle down. On a reach into a pocket he pulled out a packet of cigarettes, a moment to fiddle around in the same pocket and his lighter was produced. Against the blackness of the night, the bright birth of a cigarette cheery could be seen clearly. More so as the man took a sharp inhale, the tobacco burning down the length of the cigarette and filling his lungs with sweet nicotine.
The nightlife of the city crept all below him. It was entertaining to watch all the people rushing here and there, some not so rushed but all of them dirty. Especially on this side of town. No one good came to this side of town. No.
Over here .....
Well...
You were either trouble.
Or...
Looking to get into trouble.
After a moment to become fully rest he stood, toes just on the edge of the building, not afraid to fall. In fact, there was something he was curious about and it required falling. You could concentrate while falling if you did it right, that plus a little energy was all you needed to teleport. So....it made some sense to think you could teleport while falling if you needed to.

????- ( word count) Cap Solo 12
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