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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:27 am
By the shore of the Atlantic ocean in the U.S there is decent sized city. Large enough people don't bother each other on the road but small enough that it is barely classified as a city. In this city there live two completely different boys. One is constantly abused and hurt by his father in every imaginable way. The other is the local "bad boy" well known for his rebellion against everything imaginable. It's summer vacation when these two completely different boys meet. Yet what happens when the abused genius meets the bad boy?[size=9][imgright](Picture)[/imgright]
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:26 am
 Name:
Justin Esmond Starr
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Height:
5'2"
Weight:
110 lbs
Other Features:
Across his lower back there is a tattoo of a bass guitar surrounded by music notes and the two clefs. On his shoulder blades he got tattoos of angel wings for his mother in heaven. His right ear has an industrial piercing and three others while his left ear just has four piercings in it.
Biography:
To put it in simple terms Justin's home life has always sucked.
He had a family, don't get me wrong. His mom loved him and cared for him but she died of a stroke when Justin was 3. His father got incredibly angry and blamed Justin for it. You know Harry Potter? How the Dursley's treated him? That's pretty much how Justin's home life was and is. His father will beat him, force him to do chores, starve him, leave him in the basement, and even go so far as to rape him. That what he enjoys most. Because Just looks so much like his mother his father will get drunk, pin him down and do what he calls 'making love' the entire time he cries out his mothers name. He's gentle with him during this time so most people would think that it's not too bad but for Justin it's horrible to know that the only time his father will even pretend to love him is when he pretends he doesn't exist. He's has tried to kill him multiple times and each time fails but leaves a new set of scars be they physical, mental, or emotional. In this time he has found a brief reprise, a place of sanctuary. It was music. He had always known he had loved music because of the music class in school but when cleaning the attic he found his moms old instrument collection. After much begging, pleading and quite a few "play" sessions his dad got him the tools needed to clean and fix the instruments. Once they were cleaned up and in their original states he taught himself how to play. It's how he keeps himself sane through all the abuse.
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Justin's personality is very difficult to describe as all the abuse has severely hurt his mental state. But as a general rule he is shy, very quiet and introverted.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 5:48 pm
Name:
Trace Dunkin Kernez
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
155
Other Features:
the marks on his face are tattoos from the gang he's in, he has a large burn mark across his stomach (explained in bio)
Biography:
Trace didn't have the best home life...or any home life really. He grew up in foster care, being passed from house to house yet never adopted. Each house would sweep him under the rug as if he were nothing. That's what started his bad habits. As a young child, all he wanted was some attention, from anyone really, so he did the only thing he could think of. Get in trouble. Little did he know that's the reason he was bounced so much. When he turned 14, causing trouble had just become a habit. He ended up running away from his foster home and trying to live on his own in the city. That didn't work well for him either. He picked a fight with the wrong group of people, outmatched and outnumbered he tried to take refuge in an old building. But they wouldn't let up, they threw a cherry bomb in after him and the old dry wood quickly caught flame. Trace went to run out the back just as a piece of the cedar shaft holding up the wall caught. A flaming chunk falling off and catching him in the chest. Well after that ordeal, Trace found out those guys were part of a local street gang...rivals with a gang called The Sabers. Trace quickly joined the gang for the purpose of revenge...was it really the right decision?
Personality:
Trace is very blunt, has a short fuse and is very untrusting. He seems overconfident but thats to cover up for his fear of his 'friends' in the gang. When you get to know him, he's quite friendly. And get close enough to him, he'd be as loyal as possible and always stick up for you
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 7:28 pm
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
xxxxxxxxxxxAt the mess you made
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xxxxxxxxxJustin groaned as he was slowly pulled out of the blissful blackness that dulled his pain. He moved to stand up and let out a sharp gasp when the motion cause his wrist to move, which caused immense pain considering his, oh so loving, father broke it last night. He slowly managed to stand and get dressed. He then climbed up the basement stairs and pounded on the door with his good hand."Father, I'm awake!" he called. He heard the sound of a chair scraping back across the kitchen floor and footsteps before the ten locks on the door were pulled back. His father jerked the door open, grabbed the back of his collar, grabbed his bag, and threw him out the front door followed by the bag. "Don't bother coming back tonight, I won't be home" he said as he slammed the door shut in his face. Justin sighed, it looked like another night of sneaking in through the storm cellar window or sleeping on the back porch for him. He picked up his bag and dug through it for the bandages He always kept. He moved his wrist into the correct position and wrapped it so it wouldn't move. He was tucking the bandages back into his bag when he suddenly ran into someone. He let out a yelp and threw out his hand to catch himself. Unfortunately he threw out his bad arm. He landed on the ground and a sickening crack that was far too familiar to him resounded through the nearly empty street as his wrist cracked further and spread up his arm. He groaned and cradled his arm to him as he curled up on the ground. His shirt riding up revealing the bruises on his side, before he collected himself and sat up. He started collecting his stuff that had scattered around and shoving it back into his bag. "Sorry, I wasn't looking." he murmured before looking up and freezing as he realized who it was he had ran into, Trace, well known for being the bad boy of the city. He quickly ducked his head again and continued to pick up his stuff.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:22 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃┌xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┐ Trace Kernez └xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┘ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ "Where'd that little b*****d go!" Trace practically shouted in the empty street. Some a*****e had decided to pelt him in the back of the head with a rock. He'd turned to see some scrawny looking kid run off and idmediatly followed. If there was one thing he was taught. It was never to let anyone get away with emasculating you. It didn't matter how small the deed, if someone got away with one thing, others would think they could do more. And just one member, reflected the whole gang, he'd be in deep s**t if this got out. Trace turned, thinking that the kid might've headed toward town square, planning on losing Trace in the morning hustle. But instead Trace turned and smacked into some other kid. He was much bigger than said kid and sent him tumbling to the ground "Hey-" he was telling the kid off as he fell until he heard a sickening 'crack!' he hadn't thought he'd run into the kid that hard. He looked down to see a boy on the ground wincing in pain. His shirt had sort've ridden up to reveal bruises. Had he gotten in a fight or something? He didn't look much like the fighting type The boy started picking up his stuff, apologizing before looking up and freezing. He obviously knew who Trace was because he idmediatly stuck his head back down and tried to hastily gather his things. Trace looked up, the kid from earlier would be long gone by now. And he could see the pained look on this boy's face. Trace made sure to give an overly exaggerated sigh before bending down and picking up Justin's stuff, doing it much faster than he would've been able to. Slipping the kid's stuff into his bag he stood up looking him over again, holding the bag casually "You need to watch where you're going, If I wasn't such a nice guy, I would've pumbled you" Trace said confidently, being sure to keep the threat in there to establish himself. He looked at the bandages on the boy's wrist "What the hell did you do to your wrist?" he asked, still holding his bag so he couldn't leave ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 3:45 pm
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
xxxxxxxxxxxAt the mess you made
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xxxxxxxxxJustin tried to pick his things up faster as he heard Trace's over exaggerated sigh. When Trace bent down and began to help him pick up his things he looked at the other male in surprise. Soon everything was back in his bag and Trace was standing up, holding Justin's bag in his hand. Justin slowly stood and winced slightly as the movement jostled his wrist which was cradled against his chest. He grabbed his bag with his good hand and tugged lightly. "I'll try harder to look for sprinting gang members then." he muttered snarkily as he tugged on his bag trying to get the other to let go of his bag.Sighing when that didn't look he looked down at the ground, following the cracks in the pavement with his eyes. "It's just the result of an accident, that's all. Ok?" he muttered, looking back at his house in fear of his father seeing and coming to punish him. "Now, please, let go." he said, with emphasis on on please and go. He tugged lightly again, refusing to look at Trace, lest he be able to detect the foundation covering the bruises on his face and neck.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 5:57 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃┌xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┐ Trace Kernez └xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┘ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Trace heard the kid mumble something but didn't catch what he had said. He kept tugging at his bag but not nearly hard enough to break Trace's grip "Result of an accident? That's boring, dude, don't you know to make up a cool story whenever you hurt yourself?" he joked but the kid didn't seem to be in a joking mood which kind've got on Trace's nerves. He was rarely 'nice' to people and now the one time he actually helps a kid he's completely ignored. The kid just wanted to get away from him it seemed. Trace sighed as the kid seemed to get more desperate about getting his bag. "Fine fine" Trace said, dropping the bag and holding his hand up in submission. With another loud sigh Trace remembered how he'd smacked into the boy in the first place "did you see some ratty looking kid run by here? If you know where he went maybe I'll overlook how I didn't get a thank you for helping you out huh buddy" Trace half threatened. Image was everything, when he helped somebody he better damn well get a thank you or there'll be hell to pay ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 6:25 pm
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
xxxxxxxxxxxAt the mess you made
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xxxxxxxxxJustin looked at Trace and rolled his eyes as he said he should have at lesat made up some cool story. "How about, "You should've seen the other guy?" he replied wittily before Trace let go of his bag and Justin took it, slinging over his shoulder and across his body, being careful to avoid his broken arm. When he was asked about some 'ratty looking kid' he shrugged. "There are a lot of ratty looking kid's 'round here." he said pointedly looking at Trace before shaking his head. "You're gonna have to be more specific. I've seen about three or four today already." he said as he re-adjusted his bag and unwrapped his wrist before re-wrapping it. Not really noticing the searing pain going up his arm, well ok, he noticed. Yet he choose to ignore it as he studied the other male in front of him. He was quite a bit taller than Justin and had these odd scars on his cheeks. Probably from his gang. Justin thought with a grimace. He only had a few run ins with the gangs in town and none of them were pleasant. But luckily because of them he had learned how to fit, so he guessed it wasn't too bad. Shaking his head and bringing himself back to the present conversation he looked at Trace again. "Thanks for the help." he said before he began to head down the road to doctor Mitchell's, who would help him.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 3:30 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃┌xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┐ Trace Kernez └xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┘ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Trace chuckled a bit at the boy's witty remark. He was starting to like this kid. But when the kid moved to the ratty brat and stole a glance at him as he responded Trace let out a small 'tsk' the playfulness gone as he asked for more info "I mean some jackass who is obviously guilty and running from somebody, smartass" Trace replied. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets Fang, as they called the leader of the gang, wasn't going to be happy if this got out. Trace would have to do something to keep his credibility up. "Thanks for the help." the welp in front of him called as he started heading down the road. Trace let him go, he'd heard the crack, the kid sure must be fragile if that push was enough to break something. But either way he needed to get to school, he usually didn't care about being late but he was due another detention for his next tardy and he was hoping on cornering that little weasel that had hit him after school. He continued off down the road, heading towards school grounds ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 3:55 pm
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
xxxxxxxxxxxAt the mess you made
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xxxxxxxxxJustin continued down the street where he arrived at Dr. Mitchell's just as he could hear the first bell for class ring. Sighing he walked into the private practitioner's work space. Nodding to Marie at the front desk he slipped by and into Dr. Mitchell's office where he was ushered into an x-ray before a cast was place on his arm. By the time that was all over it was time for lunch. So Dr. Mitchell, being the kind man he was, gave Justin twenty bucks to buy his lunch and a note for the office to explain why he was so late. Thanking Dr. Mitchell as he walked out the door, Justin shifted his bag slightly before grabbing lunch at a local restaurant. When he was done he headed to the school building where he turned his note in to the office and got a pass from the office before going to his afternoon classes, AP Government, AP Calculus, and AP Physics. Finally the last bell of the day rang and Justin quickly stood grateful that this was the last day of school for the year and it was now officially summer vacation. Which also meant that since graduation was this weekend he would finally be free of high school and have his diploma. Walking outside of the building Justin hesitated, his father didn't see a reason to give him a key and his father wouldn't be home, so where should he go? He only had roughly nine dollars left of his earlier twenty and hesitated long enough that and ratty looking kid ran into him. He nearly fell but luckily manged to grab the kids shoulder with his good hand and hold him in place. The kid looked terrified and just as he looked up to figure out why the kid was running Trace came sprinting up and bumped into Justin again, almost knocking him over again. "Ah, s**t. You know, we really gotta stop meeting like this." he said to Trace, still holding the kid in place despite his efforts otherwise.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 6:28 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃┌xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┐ Trace Kernez └xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┘ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Trace smirked at the kid he'd run into on the street earlier, whom was now holding that ratty brat from earlier "I hear ya" he said as he jerked the kid from Justin's hand but he scruff of the neck before punching the twerp square in the nose, a small crack was heard as blood started to gush from the kids nose, tears instantly came to his eyes as Trace pushed him back and he fell to the ground. "Ever try something like that again, and i'll break more than just your nose you little punk" Trace growled as the kid jumped up and scurried away, still gripping his nose Trace waited til the kid was out of sight before shaking his hand a little. It hurt more than you'd expect to throw a punch especially one meant to break bone. He tried to wipe the blood off of his fist as he turned to the kid from the street. "I like you, what's your name kid?" he asked. Interested as this boy had a sarcastic, witty sense of humor. Not to mention he'd just helped him get back at that punk ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 6:39 pm
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
xxxxxxxxxxxAt the mess you made
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xxxxxxxxxJustin let go of the kid as Trace took the kid by the scruff of the neck before pulling back his fist and slamming it into the kids nose to break the cartalidge. As the kid ran off Justin looked at Trace's hand and noticed the small cuts on his knuckles. "I'm Justin" he said shaking his head at Trace's behavior. "Dude, give me your hands." Justin said as he pulled his wraps out of his bag. He held his own hand out, waiting for trace to give him his.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 7:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 4:56 am
When the days are cold
And the cards all foldxxxxxxxxxxx
And the saints we see
Are all made of goldxxxxxxxxxxx
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hailxxxxxxxxxxx
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stalexxxxxxxxxxx
When the curtain's call
xxxxxxxxxxxIs the last of all
When the lights fade out
xxxxxxxxxxxAll the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
xxxxxxxxxxxAnd the masquerade
Will come calling out
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xxxxxxxxxJustin took Trace's hand and began to wrap it up so it would protect his knuckles next time he hit something and protect the small wounds already made. "I run into things a lot. " he said in response to Trace's question about why he carried bandages. When Trace noticed Justin's cast and said that he didn't mean to break it Justin sighed ruefully as he wrapped up Trace's other hand, just to protect it. When he was done he tucked the bandages back into his bag and looked at Trace. "It was already fractured, the fall just gave it the last push to breaking." he said as he twisted to the side and sighed lightly as his back popped nicely before doing it on the other side.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ Don't want to let you down
But I am hell boundxxxxxxxxxxx
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truthxxxxxxxxxxx
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedxxxxxxxxxxx
This is my kingdom come
Don't get too closexxxxxxxxxxx
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hidexxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 8:36 pm
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