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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:52 pm
 ”ODIN. THEY’RE GONNA KILL HIM.” Middle schoolers. Odin rolled his eyes as he paused his game before glancing up at the punk who sprinted into the garage.
”What?” He asked.
”THEY CORNERED HIM IN THE ALLEY THEY’RE GONNA KILL IAN.”
”Who?”
”THE CARROW BROTHERS.” Odin tossed his controller down and grabbed his backpack tossing it around his shoulder. The 10th grader was cool, calm, and collected. He had never been one to freak out in stressful situations. Odin grabbed his bike and pulled it out of the garage door placing one foot on a peddle.
”Which alley?”
”THE HAUNTED ONE NEAR THE ABANDONED HOUSE NEXT TO THAT CREEPY APARTMENT COMPLEX.” Odin kicked off the ground and his bike flew across the street. When he turned the corner he had to weave between people and garbage cans. It didn’t take long before he was slamming on his breaks and hopping off his bike. First thing he passed was Ian’s favorite backpack that had a scooter that came out of the back compartment that you could ride around on. His bag was all ripped up and his scooter was torn out of the bag and smashed up. Ian was cornered but Odin couldn’t get a good look at what shape he was in since the two brats that kept bullying Ian were in his way. Odin walked up grabbing the 8th grader tearing him away from his younger brother.
”s**t.” Was the only thing he had a chance to say before Odin delivered a punch to his face. Next he grabbed the younger of the Carrow brothers and he slammed their heads together. Nobody ******** with Ian but him. He shoved the Carrow brothers away and let out a low growl.
”Touch him again and I’ll tear out the both of your throats. Nobody. Nobody touches Ian ever again.” The two brothers got the hint and ran off, leaving Odin alone with his mess of a brother. He was sorta just cowering in the corner cradling his bloody nose. Odin meant to tell his younger brother that he always had his back. That when s**t was ever serious he could always come to Odin for help. He wanted to say that moments like this made him realize how much he appreciated the younger male. He tried to get the words out, but the only sentence that left his lips were: ”If you don’t stop crying like some baby I won’t let you ride on my handlebars home.”
And now in the present, Odin standing there with a hand to the door breathing heavily as he screamed at his friends, slaves, and brother to leave. He didn’t say a word about what prison was like. He didn’t say a thing about being happy to be free or see the people he’d missed. He didn’t say a thing about the drug complications he was having. About how he seriously tried to quit drugs twice in there but failed. He didn’t mention that his therapist thought he had so much trouble with his support social structure because he never allowed anyone to support him. All he did was scream at everyone to leave. Constantly. It was all he was good for.
Once the door shut Odin turned around and grabbed the chair gently pushed in next to the table. He grabbed it and swung the chair forwards smashing it against the wall. It cracked. The whole wall cracked making the place look even more s**t. He kicked the chair out of his way before grabbing the table’s edge and flipping it onto it’s side. He grabbed his mattress tearing it from his bedspring. He tore things off the kitchen counter. He threw objects across the room. He began to making a ******** mess.
It was the only way Odin knew how to say sorry. It was the only way Odin knew how to tell himself what a piece of s**t he was. It was the only way he knew how to express himself. By shamefully acting like some ******** caged animal. It only took a few minutes before he was standing there with clenched fists and a heavy breath staring at the completely trashed room. He wasn’t going to be surprised if that was the last time Ian ever wanted to see him again. How much bullshit could one person tolerate before they got so fed up they had enough and figured you weren't worth keeping in their life? Odin slowly sat down on his mattress, which was now sitting on the floor, and slowly leaned back placing his hands on his temples. He seriously deserved to be alone for the rest of his miserable short life. Maybe it was good if he kept shoving Ian away so he'd not have to care much once his mother got the call from the police that he was dead. Everyone knew he'd overdose eventually. Everyone knew he wouldn't be around long. They had to.
▄▄▄ ◄ PROFILE
AFTER KICKING EVERYONE OUT, ODIN TRASHES HIS APARTMENT THEN LAYS BACK AND TAKES A PILL. ◄ SUMMARY
NOBODY. ◄ COMPANY
HOME SWEET HOME. ◄ LOCATION
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 6:37 am
  It wasn't long before everyone ended up in the hallway--the door slammed behind them. This might be the best case scenario for him. After all, the first two visitors were now standing right next to him debating about what to do. The guy, that looked like he could possibly be related to his new owner, seemed rather hesitant to leave at the moment. That meant that they could have a conversation. It might have been a strange time to attempt to get some answers; but it's not like he could help the situation if he knew next to nothing.
Before he could get a word out some unpleasant noise came from the apartment they just left. Apparently the walls in the building were paper thin and so it was obvious that his owner was trashing his place in a fit of anger. The good thing about it was the fact that it made the troublemaker clumsily make his way down the stairs. It must have been the sudden noise that was now attacking his weakened ears. With that pest out of the way he could strike up a conversation in hopes that it washes over the fact that the person they all associate with was acting like a child.
"Soo..." he started in order to get their attention and to make sure he could be heard over the racket, "are you two related?" Ruven shifted his gaze to rest his eyes on the only one what wasn't an elf. Just to make sure he was clear he also pointed his thumb in the direction of the noise. He gave the man enough time to respond; but he also realized that he never introduced himself. "Oh I apologize. My name is Ruven." At that point he stepped away from the wall, walked a bit closer and stretched out his hand as a greeting. It probably wasn't necessary to be so formal about the introductions; but it couldn't hurt. As far as he could tell, these two didn't appear to be the types to jump down his throat for no particular reason. Under normal circumstances he would have mentioned how it was nice to meet them; but his experience with his new situation was anything but that so far. He would also just ask if the two didn't offer their names in return. "You wouldn't want to tell me his name would you?" The dark-haired elf asked as he pointed in the same fashion he did the first time. "I figured it would be an important thing to know since I have to live here now." Ruven paused just long enough for one of them to respond before he continued. "Speaking of that, is there anything else I should know about besides the fact that he has a temper?"
As if on cue, the trashing about that came from the apartment stopped suddenly. Ruven glanced over in the direction of the silence even though he wouldn't be able to see anything. It was only for half a second before he returned his gaze back toward the two he was conversing with. "Do you want to go back in?" He paused long enough for a response before he added another option. "Or should we give him more time?" It was around this point that he realized that he hadn't eaten in a while. He probably didn't notice at first because of all the commotion; but now he could feel his stomach making a low grumbling sound that the others probably couldn't hear. Then again, if one or both of them had good hearing then it was something he could not hide. It was then that he looked over at the blonde elf. Their race had a tendency to have better hearing and eyesight after all.
It's not like he was ignoring the other elf since he did the hand shake gesture to both of them; but it seemed apparent that the other was the one in command so to speak. In fact, it was highly likely that the blonde elf was the slave. That was why he probably focused more on one more than the other during their mini conversation. The thing he didn't know, which was probably more important, was what race the other two were yet. Of course he wouldn't ask something like that because it would be quite rude. If he had to find out on his own then that was how it was going to be.
LOCATION: In the hallway with with the two visitors.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 3:30 pm
Anger isn't an emotion that Acacius is very familiar with. He's used to feeling frustrated (usually from sewing projects) or annoyed (by stains left untreated in shirts), but having actual resentment towards another being is quite foreign to him. Standing beside Ian with his hands balled into shaky fists, the elf is unsure what to do with the emotions he's feeling. He know for certain that he can't act on instinct and just punch Odin. What good would that do? No, he has to remain calm -- for his master's sake. Acacius takes a deep breath, trying to suppress his ire towards the werewolf. It's just so hard to pretend everything is okay while Odin makes Ian feel like garbage. The younger Cypress has fretted over his older brother his entire life, and the slave has had to sit and watch his master beat himself up over their situation. Why does Odin have to take Ian's love for granted? It's not like the bratty druggie will find anyone that truly cares for him more than his own brother. Not even that weirdo Ashie actually cares for the werewolf.
Seeing Ian head towards the door, Acacius is quick to follow him. The elf doesn't even bother to look back at Odin, his main concern being his own master. In the hallway, his full attention is on the redhead. There's a tugging in Acacius's chest as he sees the worry, the self-loathing, the distress on the other male's face. He lifts a hand, wanting to give his master a reassuring touch on the arm, but stops short. The blonde pulls his hand back and clutches it against his chest. It's silly that despite all of the tension, there's a strange warmth in the slave at the thought of Ian having been upset that Ashie grabbed him. Yet, Acacius can't gush over those emotions right now. He's still too busy battling with his anger and frustration.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine, Ian -- really," Acacius insists in a quiet tone. There's an earnest look in his eyes, his mouth set in the faintest smile. "You did the right thing coming to see Odin. He just--" doesn't appreciate you. No, the elf can't say those words. Hearing the truth would surely devastate Ian, even if he already knows it. He bites his lip before continuing, "He's probably just not used to being around civil people. Prison can be really hard on people." s**t, it's almost physically painful to divert the conversation like this. But, Acacius doesn't want Ian to be upset anymore. If his master is distressed, then his slave is an utter failure.
Before Acacius can say anything more, a loud crash can be heard from inside the apartment. The starling noise makes the elf flinch, his ears drooping in agony. With a pained expression, he brings his hands up to cover his ears as the noise continues. He glances worriedly at the door, almost expecting Odin to burst out of it with a knife to murder them all. However, the slave knows that the werewolf isn't actually homicidal. From all the stuff Ian has told him, the older Cypress is actually really caring deep down; he just doesn't know how to express it.
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Acacius whips around to face the other elf. He remains quiet, understanding that this conversation will be mostly directed at Ian to pry out some information regarding Odin. Of course the werewolf neglected to tell his slave anything at all. Conversational skills aren't exactly Odin's forte. When the dark-haired male introduces himself, Acacius decides that it's okay for him to respond since the speaker is a slave as well. Normally, the blonde would remain quiet and let Ian answer for him because of their roles. "My name is Acacius. Pleased to meet you, Ruven," he replies with a friendly smile. Acacius reaches out to take Ruven's hand in his own and give it a gentle shake. They meet eyes and the blue-eyed elf wants to apologise or express his sympathy or something, but decides against it. The other elf might not appreciate being treated so delicately.
Besides introducing himself, Acacius doesn't make another noise as Ruven interrogates Ian about Odin. The blonde doesn't even speak up about his distaste at the other slave speaking so casually to his master, yet the fading of his smile into a subtle frown says enough. Acacius folds his arms across his chest as he tries to ignore the crashing sounds still echoing in the room behind them. When the ruckus finally gives away to silence, the elf is visibly grateful. Nevertheless, there is a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he can't relax yet. What if Odin hurt himself in there? Or maybe he just passed out? s**t, but what if he took one of the pills? Acacius shakes his head of those concerns. He'll deal with those things when they prove to be true.
At the mention of re-entering the apartment, Acacius frowns. "Um, I don't think it would be wise to go back into there so soon," he states uneasily with another glance at the apartment's front door. The elf's sharp ears pick up on a new sound that's relatively close, and he turns to face Ruven with a light chuckle. "Besides, you sound like you're starved. And there definitely wasn't anything edible in there," the blonde remarks with a grin. He looks to Ian with a raised brow. "How about we find somewhere to eat? Even a trip to the convenience store for some snacks would be better than nothing." Acacius's expression is soft, light-hearted. He just needs to get Ian's mind off of his druggie brother.
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▷ＷＩＴＨ⇀ian & ruvenxxxx▷ＷＨＥＲＥ⇀outside odin's apartmentxxxx▷ＷＥＡＲＩＮＧ⇀hand-me-downs
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 9:24 pm
As Ian tried to compose himself he glanced up at Acacius who said he'd done the right thing by coming. That Odin was nothing more than an animal since he was only just released from Prison. It didn't take an elf to hear the huge bang from indoors. Odin was going ******** ballistic. Ian turned his head in horror staring at the large room number '3C' staring at his face. Everyone must've been at a loss for words that his brother would be acting like that. Knowing that if any of them had stayed inside they'd probably be caught in the crossfire. Would Odin just snap someone's neck if he were angry enough? Nobody had even done anything to try and piss him off. Ian's brow only raised more as he felt himself growing more concerned. "Soo... Are you two related?" Ian grabbed onto those words wanting anything to distract him from the traumatic noise slamming on the other side of the door. He was glad Ruven said something.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm the lucky younger brother." Ian said hesitantly as he stared at the ground and gently scratched his arm. His hesitant smile went back on his face as he tried to relax himself. "Ruven." Ian nodded his head as he heard the name. He felt really bad and jealous of the elf for having to stay with Odin. Would Odin be nice to him at all? His older brother had moments sometimes... Used to. He used to sometimes have moments. Acacius introduced himself and Ian quickly looked away when the elf wanted to make eye contact with him. "And I'm Ian." He put his hand out mimicking Acacius's handshake then defeated dropped his hand to his side as Ruven wanted to know what Odin's name even was. "He hasn't even introduced himself since he bought you?" Ian asked. How the hell could someone buy a slave immediately without even talking to them at the very least to see if they'll get along? Maybe Odin is completely crazy... Drugs could wear down someone's brain, couldn't they?
"Sorry. His name. He's Odin. Odin Cypress. Werewolf. So..." Ian shrugged. "I mean that might be why he's got such an anger issue maybe. I don't know." Ian had met rather tame werewolves after all. Though each one had a different temperament didn't they? He'd heard about alchemists making a potion that helped keep werewolf temperaments at bay, so maybe that was what he could blame Odin's insane behavior on. When things died down on the other side of the door the three were left awkwardly standing there as they tried to decide if they were supposed to stay or go. Ian gently bit his bottom lip as Acacius acted as the voice of reason, suggesting they leave so they didn't set him off or cause anything bad from happening. Acacius might've just been saying it to protect Ian from seeing Odin when he was at his worst. His eyes slowly dropped towards Ruven's stomach realizing that the male's rumbling stomach was giving away the answer. Course Ian was gonna feed him. He could get takeout or groceries and leave it for Odin once he got back too.
"You're right." Ian said nodding his head. "I'll take you guys out. Forget the convenience store. We can go to a proper restaurant. I sort of want to get out of this area anyways." He immediately turned and began to move away from Odin's door. The lycan felt like the further he got away the better it would be. "Odin's um..." Ian wanted to warn Ruven that he was just released from prison but realized Acacius already brought it up when he said prison can be really hard on people. Ruven had to of already connected the dots by now. "Nevermind." He said softly. The lycan trotted down the steps and began to move for the door. "What are you guys in the mood for?" Ian wanted to take Ruven somewhere nice. If he could get on Ruven's good side he might be able to get the slave to spy on Odin and tell Ian if anything bad ever happened. Hell, maybe he could get the slave to even help cockblock his brother's drug addiction by throwing that stuff out when Odin wasn't expecting it.
● LOCATION Odin's Apartment. xxx ● COMPANY Acacius, Ruven. xxx ● FEELING Finally starting to calm down.
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