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    [justify] THE DOVE KEEPER[/justify]

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    Life in New Jersey was easy, uncomplicated. That is if you lived there you're whole life. You learned how to survive on what you had. For Frank Iero, that was very little. His parents cared, but then again they didnt. He had to fend for himself and he was okay with that. Until he met up with his best friends. Sam was the closest ' friend' he had. Everyday after school they would stand outside an old liqour store and bother anyone within radius to buy them some alcohol. They werent always very successful but when they were they went full out. Frank's teenage years were spent in a blur of vodka, beer, smoke and any other substance to make you forget the normal everyday life routine. "Hey!" his friend Sam called out snapping him out of his daydream. Frank looked to see who Sam was talking to. A man had just come out of his building...


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    Gerard popped open the steel door and confidently stepped out of the apartment, onto the drab and littered sidewalk. He was in all-black, a casual-formal outfit which consisted of pristine dress shoes and a neat button up shirt, along with an unzipped leather jacket, sunglasses, a lavender scarf and a pair of women's cut skinny jeans. He approached the convenience store, casually ruffling his hair until he heard the rough voice of a boy shout "Hey!" to him. Gerard halted in his tracks, flickering his gaze over to the small group of teenage boys and he squinted a little, the crow's feet showing around his eyes. Finally, he replied assuredly, "Yes?"


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    IC: "Buy us a drink." Sam stated plainly and rudely.


    Frank watched and felt like face palming. This guy did not look like the type to buy under age kids drinks. He looked to high above that kind of act. Frank knew that the attempt was useless but he couldn't help but watch. He was curious as to what the mans reaction would be.
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    Gerard eyed the rude teenager for a moment before, much to anybody's surprise, baring his small teeth toothily in an amused smirk. "No." He finally asserted boldly, wondering why the boys' parents didn't bother controlling their kids. Sure, Gerard had done similar things in the past, as a youngster, but never did he commit any illegal acts like these two boys. He glanced at the boy who had remained silent in the conversation before looking back at the loud mouthed one. Well, this was entertaining.


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    IC: "Come on. Just buy us some beer." Sam repeated getting up in Gerards face.


    Frank bit his lip. He wished Sam would back off. What if this guy ended up calling the cops on them?
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    Gerard kept a small smile lingering on his face, even when the boy got right up in his face. This became more and more amusing by the second. Of course, when Gerard finally opened his mouth again, he simply replied with another "No" and then cocked an eyebrow at him before strolling passed and into the convenience store.


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    IC: Sam angrily stormed back to Franks side. "Stupid prick." he muttered under his breath along with a whole bunch of curses.


    Frank ignored him slightly. He knew better than to talk when Sam was angry. He wasnt the type that you messed around with. Frank tried once and ended up with a black eye while being locked in a closet. He sighed slightly and watched the man walk into the convenience store.
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    Gerard really found the boy hilarious. It was difficult to shake Gerard one bit, and a lanky teenage boy couldn't possibly unsettle Gerard. After buying a pack of cigarettes, Gerard exited the convenience store, halting nearby the door and lighting up a cigarette from the new pack. He then challenged the two boys by glancing over and watching them cheekily.


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    IC: Sam growled and his face went bright red. " That little-" He cut off by mumbling under his breath.
    "Sam, its fine. Someone else will come along." Frank spoke up quietly. He didnt know what else he could do. He knew that Sam might run after the man and try to take the pack of cigarettes from him. Thats just the kind of kid Sam was, but Frank didnt want him to do that. He saw the challenge in the mans eyes but he didnt want to interfere with it.
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    Gerard kept his gaze lingering on the teenagers, noticing the loud-mouthed boy was growing angry. He simply chuckled to himself and shoved his cigarette pack in his pocket before strolling away flamboyantly, back into the apartment. As soon as he got back to his own apartment, he went straight for his art supplies. Blue paint?... Blue paint.


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    IC: Sam stalked off across the street and towards the apartment.
    "Sam!" frank called out running after him. "What are you doing?"
    Sam just shook his head at Frank and looked up at the windows of the apartment building hoping to see the room that the man was staying in.
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    With a cigarette still lodged between his lips, Gerard had a slight skip in his walk as he briskly stepped out onto his balcony. He opened the tin of paint and then suddenly peeked his head over. Then, flashing a smirk, he dumped the tin of paint over the balcony and onto the boys. "Sacré bleu!" He exclaimed before holding his cigarette between his fingers, watching the boys contently.


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    IC: Frank gasped as the cold blue paint dripped all over him. The paint seeped into his mouth and covered his eyes. He was completely taken by surprise, but for some reason he liked it. Frank had one idea pop into his head. He wanted to see Gerard. He wanted to see his facial expression. he wanted to see everything about him. Frank quickly tried to scrape the blue paint off of his eyes before it could dry and looked straight up at the balcony. He didnt even care to look over at the screaming Sam who was running around beside him. He just looked up at the man who was wearing too tight of pants for his age who held an empty paint can in his hands. Despite the paint that dripped into his mouth, he smiled. Frank was happy for once. The bright blue was such contrast despite everything he looked at. The gray sky seemed brighter with the blue surrounding him and the best thing was, was that Gerard had just turned them all into a piece of his artwork. He didnt know the man but he felt respect for him. Making some color in a dull drab city.
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    Gerard's smile only grew bigger when he exchanged looks with the more silent boy. He knew why the paint-covered teen was smiling. He understood Gerard's motif. Gerard raised his eyebrows with a mysterious glow illuminating on his face, leaning against the balcony as he lowered the tin to the ground and took another drag of his cigarette. The boy understood, and Gerard already felt so connected to him somehow. It just felt so right.


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    IC: Frank could see that Gerard was looking at him, and only him. That made him feel really special and a bit self conscious but he was covered in blue paint so what part of him was even visible other than his eyes and smile? Frank couldnt help but laugh at himself slightly.
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    Soon following after Frank, Gerard began chuckling softly, amused by the very amazed look on Frank's face. Then, quickly glancing at the rude teenager, Gerard tossed his lit cigarette over the balcony, towards the puddle of paint closest to the rude teen. Paint was flammable.


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    IC: Frank watched as the cigarette butt fell. He gasped slightly. Okay covering kids in blue paint was one thing but lighting them on fire was another thing completely. Frank ran at Sam and pushed him away from the pile of blue paint. Sam was an @$$ but he didnt deserve to die in a fire, especially when it was his own idiocy. Frank sighed and ran away from the fire. A man from across the street saw what had happened and rushed to get a hose. Sam and Frank just kept running.
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    Gerard rolled his eyes playfully and before anybody could look back up at him, he had disappeared again, back inside the comfort of his apartment.


    [ Timeskip to when Gerard and Frank meet again at the park? ]


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    OOC: Yah, that'd be good.


    IC: Frank walked out of his house and walked along the sidewalk towards the local park. Not many people came here anymore because of the murder rate but he didnt care. He liked how lonely it was. He went over and sat down on a bench across from a small playground. For some reason today was really busy. Kids were playing all over the playground.
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    Gerard strolled casually into the playground, sketchbook and pen in hand as he tried to pick a subject of a new drawing. Maybe a tree? The playground? A child? Gerard pondered to himself as he searched for a bench to sit at. Then, like their paths were supposed to cross, Gerard saw the same boy from yesterday, seated at a bench with a space just for him. Gerard inhaled a deep breath before walking over and silently taking a sat beside him. He didn't speak at first. He just opened up his sketchbook and let his pen hover above the clean page. His eyes scanned tirelessly for a subject, and suddenly he commented, "The paint came out well."