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Zach slowly walked down the street when a small drizzle of rain began to fall from the gray sky. He turned into a street that smelled of pee and other horrid scents. The over powering smell was almost vomit inducing. He threw his hands over his nose to weaken the scent. The drizzle turned to a heavy rain. He knew he had to find shelter.
He was surrounded by old warehouses that appeared to be abandoned. He ran up to one and tried to force the door open, but his weak boyish body didn't have the strength to do so. He ran to the next warehouse, and the next, and the next, and the next. But they all remained closed. His clothes were now soaked, and he shivered from the cold. Why didn't I just stay with uncle John? He asked himself. His oversized baggy clothing made him look smaller then he really was. The sweaters sleeves hung half a foot past his finger tips, and he had to use his right hand to hold up his jeans that were eight sizes too big and hid his feet from veiw. The clothes were too big because he had stolen them from his uncle before he had left. His uncle was a tall man, with an incredibly round waist.
He ran over to another building. His legs propelled him closer and closer towards the structure until his right foot collided with something on the ground. He fell foward and his face met the concrete with a loud thump. He sat up and found what had caused his trip. It was a blonde headed boy, he appeared dead. Zachs face lost its color in seconds. A horror-struck look met his face as he backed into the wall. Tears began to trickle down his face. He sat there crying like a little boy. The word "help," escaped his lips between sobs.
He was surrounded by old warehouses that appeared to be abandoned. He ran up to one and tried to force the door open, but his weak boyish body didn't have the strength to do so. He ran to the next warehouse, and the next, and the next, and the next. But they all remained closed. His clothes were now soaked, and he shivered from the cold. Why didn't I just stay with uncle John? He asked himself. His oversized baggy clothing made him look smaller then he really was. The sweaters sleeves hung half a foot past his finger tips, and he had to use his right hand to hold up his jeans that were eight sizes too big and hid his feet from veiw. The clothes were too big because he had stolen them from his uncle before he had left. His uncle was a tall man, with an incredibly round waist.
He ran over to another building. His legs propelled him closer and closer towards the structure until his right foot collided with something on the ground. He fell foward and his face met the concrete with a loud thump. He sat up and found what had caused his trip. It was a blonde headed boy, he appeared dead. Zachs face lost its color in seconds. A horror-struck look met his face as he backed into the wall. Tears began to trickle down his face. He sat there crying like a little boy. The word "help," escaped his lips between sobs.
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Gaia name: butterfly rocker
Character's name: Zach Jameson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay uke(submissive)
Height: 5'8
Weight: 110 (very skinny, very little muscle)
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Green
Appearance: {X}
Bio: Zach had been born into a wealthy family. Up until he had reached the age of three he had lived a normal life. But one day his mother and father were killed in a car accident. His father being the scum he was left all the familys money to some woman he was having an affair with. Poor Zach was sent to live with his uncle, John.
His uncle John was an unfit guardian. John was poor and cruel. He fed Zach small amounts of food when he was in a good mood. When he came home angry which was most days of the week he beat Zach, and refused to feed him. This unwanted care continued until Zach turned thirteen.
Zach hit puberty at age thirteen and began to fill in and look like a man. John was pleased with this and began to feed Zach a little more and John also became somewhat happier. His new found happiness was met by Zach's displease. John's happiness came from molesting Zach. Zach then picked up smoking as a stress reliever. He stole his cigarettes from his uncle. Actually he stole whatever he could get his hands on, whether he needed it or not.
After two years of this Zach ran-away, and now finds himself alone, even hungrier, and penniless then before.
Personality: Zach is a depressed and shy boy. He has never been shown love or compassion, well at least not that he can remember. He is also naive and trusting even though he had been treated so badly. He is willing to do what he is told, and barely ever objects. He is childish and crys easily and alot.
Likes: Nice people, Warm places, soft music, sweets, jewelry, animals.
Dislikes: His uncle, police, loud noises, hunger, cruel and insensitive people, insects, the cold, the dark.
Habbits: Smoking, lying, swearing, stealing.
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Darkness In An Already Decaying World
Things that pitter-patter through the back of my mind with quiet foot steps.
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