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Post by lukas samuel miller on Sept 19, 2010 16:09:39 GMT -5
 [ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was dark, cold, and raining slightly. The street lamps flickered as Lukas walked down the road, making him look slightly dangerous. The clouds eclipsed the moon and the evening had a frigid feel to it, making him thankful he had grabbed his jacket before he ran out the door. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the time. The bright numbers revealing the early hour, quarter to two, as he let out a jaw cracking yawn. He had been wandering the streets since ten, since his Father had come home drunk, gotten angry about something that Luke couldn’t control and tossed him out, but not before he had taken his anger out on his son. If his head hadn’t been looking down and the light had been better, you would have been able to see a rapidly swelling eye, split lip and the beginning of a bruise on his temple. Under the sleeves of his jacket, he could still feel where hands had grabbed his arms in an iron grip, tossing him to the floor; he could feel bruises forming on his side where he had been kicked. His body whined in protest with every step he took, his mind flashing through the places he could go and finding fault with every single one of them.
He thought of the park, but knew that there would be teenagers there, drinking, smoking, doing drugs, having sex and he wanted to avoid running into any classmates with his face like this. The less awkward questions the better. His next thought was the school, but the cops tended to hang out in the parking lot at night and he didn’t feel like getting picked up for a curfew violation. His mind thought up more and more destinations, each one more desperate than the last. He had nowhere to go but home. Oh sure, he could go to a friend’s house, but that would require him to make up excuses to cover up the injuries, explain why he wasn’t at home, make something up about why he couldn’t just call his Dad. It was too much work; he’d rather just wander. A small voice in the back of his mind suggested he actually tell the truth, finally admit to someone that his Father was abusing him, but a larger part of his brain, the part that his Father controlled, told him that no one would believe him or worse, they would think he deserved it.
He sat down on a random lawn and let his head drop into his hands, drawing in a shaky breath. He was starting to break, crumbling under the pressure of everything he was holding in. And there, sitting on that lawn, he broke down and cried for the first time in years.
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listening? | Luke’s playlist |
who? | Jacob |
anything to say? | I freaking love this post!!! |
wearing? | www.polyvore.com/night/set?id=23335195
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murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit | |
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Post by jacob dylan hart on Sept 19, 2010 19:10:26 GMT -5
 So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was somewhere around one thirty or something, and Jake was awake. He was still fully dressed and all, having been out just driving around before the cops told him to go home. He didn't really have anything to do anyway but he didn't really care anymore. His parents were at a meeting in LA and they didn't want to come home tonight, so they left him alone all night. It wasn't like he didn't care, he was more, he didn't mind being alone. His mother always was bugging him to talk more, and hiss father was yelling at him to stop being so gothy. Of course Jacob was not a goth, he was much more...emo. His parents made fun of people who cut, and yet they didn't even realize their own son was like that.
They thought he got over the crash and the death of Xavier, his brother that gave his life to save him, well he didn't. He got up from the couch and went to make food, the dog barking at the door. Jacob sighed and walked over to the door, a guy just sitting there on his lawn. Why was he sitting there? He looked down at the little Yorkie, who wouldn't shut up. "Jackson! Shut up." he said to the dog. He put the dog on the leash, Jackson still yapping away.
The kid has still not moved. Jacob held the leash and opened the door, but the dog took off, and the leash slipped through his hands. Sighing, he pulled on a pair of shoes and ran out after the little dog. Jackson stood there barking at the boy, who looked a year older then Jacob was. He picked up the little dog and held him to his chest.
Jacob had just bleached and redyed his hair to a brown color now, and its wasn't black now. so he looked different, he also didn't have anything in his lips, his barbells somewhere in the courtyard glass, and his rings somewhere in the backyard cause he father threw them in there and told him to get over himself. Jacob snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked down at the boy. "I-Is there a reason you're sitting in my lawn at two am?'' he asked.
He couldn't really see that the boy was sobbing, it was dark and so he didn't notice anything that was wrong with the boy. He bend down as the dog wanted to be put down and noticed the boy's face. "Do you want some ice or something..aren't you a little bit cold..." Jake said, not really sure what else to do for the boy. His parents weren't going to be home all night, nor probably til tomorrow night or something, so as long his parents never knew he would alright. And it wasn't like it was a girl that was sitting in front of him, it was a boy.
( W O R D S ? !) fuckthatshit
( S T A T U S ? !) done
( O U T F I T ? !) then we are we dead?
( N O T E S ? !) roar
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach |
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Post by lukas samuel miller on Sept 19, 2010 23:11:25 GMT -5
[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lukas was in a daze, he was so wrapped up in his own mind and twisted thoughts that he didn’t even hear the door to the house behind him opening or the sound of the dog barking and its owner scolding it. If he had been in his right mind, these small cues would have sent him running in an effort to avoid any sort of confrontation, but as he was not in his right mind, he continued to sit, his tears making his hands and the collar of his shirt slightly damp, the slight rain falling from the sky not helping his situation much either, making him grow colder and colder by the minute. He wished he would have grabbed a heavier jacket, but he hadn’t had the time. He silently damned his Father in his head, wishing that he could have had a normal life, or that it would have been his Father who had died instead of his Mom. He wished that Zachary had put up a fight to get custody of him instead of just leaving. He wished a million things he knew would never happen, while his fathers words played in the back of his mind, ‘your mother never cared about you… you deserve it… worthless’
He finally snapped out of his reverie when the barking was right next to him. He tensed slightly, but didn’t make a move to get up or even look at the animal in question. He wasn’t a huge fan of dogs and was slightly afraid that the dog would take it as a personal insult if he tried to move and would attack, so, he stayed frozen, trying to calm his tears and breathing. He had finally stopped the majority of the crying when he heard a voice, "I-Is there a reason you're sitting in my lawn at two am?”
[/color] With a slightly shaky voice he replied, ”Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here and I needed somewhere to rest for a minute.”[/color] He let his hands run up to his hair and grip it tightly, the slight pain bringing him back to reality and the second he did, he wished he hadn’t. Here he was, sitting in a strangers yard, face messed up, and in the middle of the night… he was so fucked. He heard the other person’s question and he looked up, eyes still slightly wet. Chuckling darkly he replied ”I… I honestly don’t know what I need… but yeah it is a little cold…”[/color] As he spoke, he looked at the person closely, it was a male, who for some reason seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He shrugged it off and moved to stand, wincing as his sore body protested, ribs burning. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # # # | 461 |
listening? | Luke’s playlist |
who? | Jacob |
anything to say? | Sorry this is so dark… I am in a really bad mood all of a sudden and poor Lukie bares the brunt of my anger. |
wearing? | www.polyvore.com/night/set?id=23335195
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murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit | |
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Post by jacob dylan hart on Sept 22, 2010 14:46:59 GMT -5
So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jacob just looked at the boy, waiting for an answer. Was he lost and just giving up or something? Was he avoiding going home? It would make sense since the boy's face was sorta messed up. he stood there with Jackson, who was still baring at the boy. "Jackson! shut up! Leave the kid alone." he growled at the dog. The little dog could just be so annoying that he wanted to kill it, or run it over with the car and say someone else did it to his parents.
The boy was out of it from the looks of it. He wasn't sure if it was just that he was thinking, or he was ignoring Jacob. He was about to ask again when he answered. "Its okay. I probably wouldn't have noticed if the dog hadn't seen you in the lawn." he said. He ran his hand through his brown hair, brown. Urgh, he didn't like it nearly as much as he thought he was going to. It just didn't fit him, well it did, but he didn't like it. He was just a bit weird like that i guess.
"It looks like you need some ice and Tylenol to be honest. Do you want some? Well.. what i mean is did you want to come in and get out of the cold before the cops drive by again and see you. The drive by here a lot.." he said. Well, Jacob was just plain awkward now. At least that's what he thought, maybe to the other kid he wasn't nearly as awkward. "I'm Jacob by the way." he said after a moment.
( W O R D S ? !) fuckthatshit
( S T A T U S ? !) done
( O U T F I T ? !) then we are we dead?
( N O T E S ? !) well shit that was crappy beyond belief. Sowwy~
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach |
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Post by lukas samuel miller on Sept 23, 2010 0:12:23 GMT -5
[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In a way, Lukas was thankful for the barking of the dog. The loud annoying sound was keeping his alert, on his guard. It also stopped him from thinking too deeply, something that was never good for him to do on nights like these. He listened as the other male hissed out a command to the dog, Jackson he believed it was called, and frowned slightly at the word kid. He was not a kid, he was seventeen and, by the looks of it, he was older than the guy who called him kid. Maybe he was still physically a kid, but mentally, he was far from it. He had matured fast, with the abandonment, remarriage and eventual death of his mother and his father being the way he is, if he hadn’t, he would have cracked under the pressure by now.
He closed his eyes, pursed his lips loosely together and nodded, only half listening to what the guy was saying. It was entirely that damn little dog’s fault that he had been spotted, that he was now in this awkward situation. The dog and his father, but since he could only show his displeasure to one of them without consequence, he cracked his eyes open and gave the dog a look that quite plainly said ‘I would very much like to kick you over a fence.’ Even though, he knew he would never do it. The dog was just doing its job, protecting its property and he couldn’t even imagine hurting a defenseless animal that had done nothing physically to harm him.
He let the boy speak and mulled his options over in his head, weighing the pros and cons of each. He could stay here; get ice, Tylenol and a warm place to stay where the cops wouldn’t pick him up. But if he did stay… well, the boy was bound to ask questions and Lukas wasn’t sure how he would answer them. Maybe, he could even trust this kid enough to unload some of his issues onto him, however, he immediately shook that thought away, his fathers voice bouncing around like a rubber ball in the back of his skull. ‘Nobody cares about you, you worthless piece of shit, and nobody ever will.’ Leaving would run him the risk of getting sick, aggravating or worsening his injuries, getting picked up by the cops and suffering through the night in the cold. ”Yeah, No cops…”
[/color] he muttered more to himself, and then with a small grin, he said ”I think I will take you up on that offer. I’m Lukas.”[/color] He ended with a small sniffle, ‘great, I’m getting a cold.’ [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # # # | 444 |
listening? | Nada |
who? | Jacob |
anything to say? | Luke isn’t crazy I swear!! He’s just not back to his completely stable mind yet. Wanna hear something kinda…I dunno sad? Lukas’ father’s words are things my mother told me. Ah roleplaying is so therapeutic. |
wearing? | www.polyvore.com/night/set?id=23335195
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murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit | |
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Post by jacob dylan hart on Oct 2, 2010 21:47:58 GMT -5
So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jacob waited for the boy to answer, would he even want to follow the boy into the house and stay out of sight from the cops for the night. He would help the boy clean up his cuts and he would try to help him. His mother wasn't going to be home anytime soon tonight anyway. His father left for Afghanistan about a month ago, so that was alright. Sure, his life was full of worry that he would get a call at four am saying his father was just killed, but what could he do? If it happened, it happened.
Of course, if the boy didn't want Jacob to touch him to help him clean himself up, then he would listen. He pulled his stripped sweatshirt closer to himself, and waited. The little dog was already seemed bored with the boy in the lawn and Jackson was already sitting at the door, waiting to go back inside. His mother always made the little dog wear a coat when it was cold outside, but Jacob always thought it was stupid, now of course the dog was cold, and he wanted to go curl up by the heater. Jacob really didn't like the dog, it annoyed him and always wanted to sleep on his chest or on his face when he was asleep and he would end up not breathing at night. Maybe the little dog was trying to secretly kill him, so then he could have Jacob's mother to himself? God knows what was going on in that dogs head.
Jacob watched the boy stand up in pain, god what did happen to him? Did he get hit by a car or something? OR a branch fall on him? Maybe someone decided to teach the kid a lesson about sitting on their lawn. But Jacob didn't kick him out or anything like that. Jacob was way to kind-hearted to do anything like that. "Alright. Um. Do you want a pair of my dad's sweatpants and a sweatshirt... or something warmer then what you have on at least... My dad is in Afghanistan and my mother is in LA with my grandmother for the night i believe. She won't be home till tomorrow night." Jacob said to Lukas.
Lukas would never fit into Jacob's clothes. Jacob was way to skinny and a lot smaller built then Lukas was, so he would only stretch out, or rip the clothes. He was much more his father's size, if not a bit smaller. His father was a very fit man, and skinny, but he was still a very healthy man, who was serving his country right now. "May I ask what happened to you? If you don't want to tell me that's fine too." Jacob asked after a moment. He started to walk over to the door and opened it, letting the little dog run into the house and disappear into the rather large house.
He turned around and held the door for a moment, waiting for Lukas to follow and go into the house with him. "Um. If you want to take a shower, to clean yourself up, the bathroom is straight up the stairs and the last door on your left." He said, once Lukas was closer to him. The boy looked terrible, like he really did need a shower to wash the blood off, and it might actually help him. A bath would help his muscles too, but a shower was good too.
( W O R D S ? !) fuckthatshit
( S T A T U S ? !) done
( O U T F I T ? !) then we are we dead?
( N O T E S ? !) roar
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach |
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