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 Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 11:12 pm
It had been close to five or six days after Abel and Ryan had left Neil stranded in the city. Thought he was assured he could go on without Abel, living without Ryan was about as easy as coming back from the grave, which he was convinced was entirely impossible to accomplish without magic, and all the magic was gone. In fact, magic didn't seem to exist from the beginning. How could such a wonderful thing supposedly exist without it lending it's hand to help him in his dire need?
Because it didn't exist. Magic, sparkles, all that useless, childish junk had never existed. Sure, yes, if he only looked in the mirror he would see he was wrong and change his mind. But his mind was far too clouded, far too muddy, far too dark to ever go back to the illusions of a normal child's mind.
He ended up in the middle of the park, scratching at his arm again, his eyes still laden with fury. What had stabbed him? Why was it so itchy? How was he going to survive? Where was his mother?
Who the hell was he...?
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 11:21 pm
El was leaning against a tree surrounded in a cloud of clove smoke enjoying his last Black when he saw the child wandering through the area. Normally he would dismiss such a thing, but the child was no ordinary person. It was a Dream like himself.
"Well, damn." he muttered to himself. "Just when I finally got away from those meatheads." He had been enjoying one of the few moments he had away from his inherited posse. He had even managed to get away from his best friend for a bit. He would have just let it go but, being a cat, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Now what is some one like you doing out alone?" he mumbled under his breath as he put out his butt on the tree. Dropping it to the ground, he began to stalk after the child.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 11:44 pm
Now Neil had become far more keen on protecting himself over the last few days and had already picked up on the scent of smoke that Elliotte had been enjoying. He wasn't alone in the park, and he was sharing the company with a smoker, someone who was likely much older than he was. Blue eyes narrowed, toes clenched, and fists balled, whoever the hell it was better be in for one fierce rip to the groin if they wanted to fight. He wasn't in the right mind frame, and he'd damn well flaunt it if he had to.
He continued to scratch at his arm, causing the wounds to re-open and the pain to come searing back to a razor shard head, and growled more than his fair share of curse words mixed with some mild-more familiar potty mouth quips. It wasn't like he wanted to be in a sour mood, oh hell no, he wanted to feel free again, like he was with Ryan before Abel and he became less than fond of one another. s**t, he even considered his life before Abel better than before, but he actually had some memories that weren't riddled with anger and jealousy from back then, and he could never imagine those days without the curly haired rat by his side. He grunted as his thoughts returned to Elliotte, who he knew was following him close behind, and made a rather sudden pause in his walking before turning his head towards where he felt Elliotte was watching.
"I know you're there and I'm not as ******** weak as I look." He growled. "Tell me what you want and we can both leave here without scars, if you're lucky."
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:11 am
Cheuckling El strode out of the shadows and boldly went right up to the kid, his tail twitching with amusement. The kid kinda reminded him of himself back in the day. Though god only knew how his mother never would have let him wander around at night alone to her knowing. Of course that was kinda dampered by the fact that they had lived out in the middle of ******** nowhere. He knew how closely Dreams were normally guarded and that was why the kid had raised his curiosity in the first place. He grimaced as he thought about what his mother would think if she saw him now. Whatever.
"Well, well. What have we got here?" he purred as he circled around the young Dream. "A runaway? Or maybe you're just lost. Scared. Though I must admit. I admire your willingness to defend yourself."
He stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the face. "Bad things happen to little Dreams alone in parks. Or didn't you know?"
Hell. Elliotte sure as hell knew. He had seen the aftermath of the attack on Sylphae.
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