Posts by JustPeachy

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: black;width: 300px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top:10px; font-size: 30px; padding: 1px;]LUCAS GRAHAM[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]Lucas was somewhat surprised when only after minutes of him being there, the sound of the front door being pushed open reached his ears. With curiosity thrumming in his veins he turned where he was sat on the floor to set his gaze on what he could see of the front entryway. A new kid? Was the first thought that hit him as he shifted, leaning his weight back on his hands to get a better look at what was going on. Sure enough, there was a new boy; certainly not a kid by all definitions of the word but still someone he'd never seen before. What he could only hazard to guess was a social worker stood with him, the woman who owned the home joining them shortly.

When the boy flinched away from the hands of Ms. Stephens, Lucas took a few moments to really look at him. Baggy clothes, hands clutching at the bags containing whatever he had managed to keep of his things before being brought to the home. He noticed then that the other was trembling and resisted the urging of his own conscience to push himself off of the ground. Do [i]something because it was obvious the new kid was either anxious or scared, and if he had to he would bet on both of those being true.

Even then, Lucas stayed put where he was, deciding it would be best not to crowd the boy for the time being. Instead he continued looking the other over. Analyzing him, almost. But when Lucas' eyes dropped lower his breath hitched in his throat, stomach churning at the sight he was faced with. The exposed skin of the boy's wrists was a sight he had seen before, but not ever to this extent. There was not an inch unmarred by scars, deep and smooth, and it made his heart hurt. The question plaguing him now was 'who did it?' and the itch to stand began to grow, wanting nothing more than to console the shaking boy at the door because what had he gone through?

Finally, Lucas pushed himself to his feet, smiling at the children he'd been conversing with before leaving them with a promise of playing later. He moved carefully across the room towards the entryway and stopped short of the trio standing there; at a distance he thought would be comfortable enough for the new boy. [b]"Ms. Stephens?" The male's voice rumbled lowly, deeper than one would think it would be upon seeing him, and he directed his gaze towards the woman who owned the home. "If you two need to talk I can get him settled in." He offered as an easy smile surfaced on his fair visage. Ms. Stephens nodded at him then, looking a little upset-- if Lucas had to guess, he would say it was because she was concerned-- but managed a smile as well as a 'thank you' before she was gesturing to the woman who had come in with the new boy, urging the other into her office space so they could talk and she could get the boy's paperwork.

That was when Lucas finally allowed himself to lay his eyes on the other male. His smile dropped, being replaced by thoughtful consideration for only a moment before it was back, eyes crinkling with the force of it. "I'm Lucas."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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That's right. The only reason he was standing there now was to 'get him settled in.' Lucas nodded, a quiet 'right' slipping from his lips as he gestured towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. [b]"Nick," but before he began walking to lead the other to the room he would be staying in, Lucas turned to face the living room, speaking the name of one of the older boys sitting on the couch. After gaining the other's attention-- courtesy of the girl beside him tapping the oblivious boy on the shoulder-- Lucas made a few careful hand gestures that had Nick nodding, shooting a smile and thumbs up to show he'd understood and was okay with whatever exchange had just passed between them. It wasn't long before Nick was turning to the girl beside him to relay it to her with his hands.

"Alright." Lucas turned back to Axel with a satisfied grin before he was pushing forward, padding up the steps in front of them to reach the home's second level where the rest of the kids in the house slept. There were four bedrooms on each side of the house, two for girls and two for boys. One of each gender was designated to the older residents while the other to the younger residents. Upon reaching the upstairs hallway, Lucas turned right and headed for the second door on that side, pushing it open to reveal the room inside. It was clean and fairly spacious, walls lined with neatly made singles that were more frequently unoccupied than occupied.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Then Axel was speaking again and Lucas had to concentrate to hear what the other was saying from the other side of the room. Honestly, if he said he wasn't disappointed upon hearing the other's words he would be lying. Nevertheless, he understood. Of course the other wanted some time alone to adjust to everything. It was completely normal and Lucas had seen it before with all the time he spent here. In one fluid motion he had pushed himself off of the doorframe and let his arms fall back to his sides, a smile quirking the corners of his mouth as he nodded again. [b]"Yeah, alright. If you need anything don't be afraid to come find someone. I'll be downstairs and dinner will be ready within the next hour." He was already stepping out of the room as he finished speaking, turning with a sinking feeling in his gut as he left the other alone. He just hoped the new environment wouldn't be too hard to adjust to and couldn't help but wonder how the other boy had ended up in that sort of state; too thin and covered in scars, trembling from-- what he would guess-- both exhaustion and anxiety. Lucas could hardly believe the other was still able to do anything with how malnourished he was and hoped this change would be good for the other, because obviously where he had been before hadn't been the sort of place anyone would want to be.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Sure enough, the younger boy had drifted off, curled up and looking small even on the relatively narrow single he'd claimed. A frown surfaced on Lucas' fair visage as he allowed himself a few moments just to look at the other before he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him as gently as he'd opened it. Living separately from his parents then, there was no hurry for him to return to the apartment he called his home. He thought he might as well go and join everyone downstairs to eat and that is exactly what he did.

After dinner was over and everything had been cleaned up, leftovers put away and dishes either cleaned by hand or placed in the rumbling dishwasher, Lucas settled himself on the couch in the living room. Tomorrow was the only day this week he would have off from classes but he still had to go in for work, later in the afternoon and so he was still in no rush to leave. Instead, he allowed himself to relax as one of the older children of the home put on a movie and it wasn't long before the weariness that had been plaguing him for almost the entirety of the day began lulling him to sleep. It would be hours before he woke-- left alone by the owner of the home save for a blanket pulled over him-- by some inexplicable urging of his subconscious.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: black;width: 300px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top:10px; font-size: 30px; padding: 1px;]LUCAS GRAHAM[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]As Lucas slipped back into the waking world he brought a hand from under the blanket covering him to rub gently at his eyes, lids still heavy with sleep. When he was able to peel them open he took his time surveying his surroundings and came to the conclusion he must've dropped off during the movie-- which he remembered absolutely none of. The house was dark now, though, and he had no intention of going anywhere this late. Instead, he settled back against the cushion behind him, sinking into the plush material with a heavy breath before pulling the blanket around him tighter. While this probably wasn't a good place to be sleeping, Lucas couldn't care less. Even when he knew he would be paying for it in the morning when he awoke, neck and back sure to ache, he was just so tired and ready to fall back into whatever dream he'd been having before he had been roused.

Just as he was about to allow himself to close his eyes and drift back off, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned his head, expecting to see one of the kids sneaking some kind of snack, hiding it behind them with the same excuse used every time-- [i]Sorry, I was just thirsty-- and of course Lucas let them get away with it. It was amusing, really. But what he wasn't prepared for was who it was sneaking food from the kitchen. Axel. Despite the late hour, he looked like he had just bathed. With the aid of the what moonlight was able to filtering in from the windows he could tell the other's hair was damp and his skin flushed from standing under the hot stream of a shower, the pale tone pinker than it had appeared earlier.

Lucas' surprised faded relatively fast, though, because of course it was Axel. The other had probably only just woken up and hadn't had anything to eat yet. He hummed sleepily as the other tried to sneak past him, not having realized that he was already awake. [b]"Hey," He drawled quietly before the other could make it halfway across the room, voice husky and somewhat slurred as he tried to wake himself up enough to form coherent thoughts. "Sorry I didn't wake you for dinner. Are you sure you don't want more than that apple?"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[b]"Hey, listen..." He began slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he paused, thinking hard over his next choice of words. "If you ever need anything or want to talk about something, I'm here. Alright?" Even if the other had only been introduced to him that afternoon, Lucas wanted to help. Whatever had happened to him-- whatever he was struggling with-- he wanted to make sure it never happened again, the urge to protect the frail boy covered in scars standing across the room nearly swallowing him whole. But he couldn't help if the other didn't want him to. If the other wasn't comfortable enough talking to him, coming to him, he didn't want to push him to do so. He was okay with waiting.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[justify]Aubrey was very obviously shorter than Lea-- by a good couple of inches, too-- and had to pick up her pace when walking to follow the other. The fact the other didn't seem to care irritated her to no end; as well as Aubrey's knowledge that the other was definitely walking faster than she normally did. But she shouldn't be irritated that Lea didn't care. She shouldn't care that the other didn't care. That's how it was supposed to be.

When she finally got to the ladder leading up to the roof she placed her hands on the closest rung and began to pull herself up, glancing self-consciously towards the floor below her to make sure there was no one under her because skirts and climbing ladders isn't exactly a good combination. When she finally made it to the roof she was appalled to see her partner smoking a lit cigarette, though in reality if Aubrey had thought about it Lea definitely looked like the kind of person who would. "Cigarettes give you lung cancer." Comes out of her mouth before she can stop herself, stepping closer to where the other was waiting.[/justify]

[justify]Ahh, I've never shared any of my art like this before. It's kind of nerve-wracking tbh haha. Sorry if the quality is a little poor-- it was taken on my phone which is definitely not top of the line.
I would love advice and helpful criticism if anyone has anything [shading is definitely one of my weak points, if anyone has any tips regarding that]. vuv[/justify]

[justify]I finished my forms [on the last page]! vuv[/justify]

[justify]Finished! vuv[/justify]

[justify]I finished my forms [on the last page]. c:[/justify]

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It wasn't long before Lucas found himself drifting off again. It was way too late to be up, anyway, and he had work the next day. He needed this sleep more than anything at the moment. All those late nights staying up to study and finish projects and essays were definitely been to get to him. He inhaled once through his mouth, letting it out slowly before pulling the blanket on him closer to himself again, letting his heavy eyes close.

When he was awoken the next morning it was by the sound of kids moving around him, no doubt getting ready to head off to school. It was still too early for Lucas-- he didn't have to be anywhere until later that afternoon. The male let out a groan and shifted on the couch, the realization of where he'd fallen asleep hitting him like a brick. A very painful brick. He was paying for it just as he thought he would. There was a terrible crick in his next and his back was sore but that wouldn't stop him from trying to catch a few more minutes.

He would have, too, even despite the noise, if someone hadn't seen him moving and decided it was a good idea to pounce. Giggling reached his ears and Lucas grunted at the sudden weight on his stomach. [b]"You're taking up the whole couch!" Complained his attacker and Lucas figured there was no way now for him to drift back off. He shifted again and let his eyes open slowly, scowling grumpily at the little boy sitting on his abdomen, though his expression shifted at the grin the other held on his face. "I was [i]sleeping." Lucas complained half-heartedly as he used his hands to steady the younger boy and shift him into his lap while sat up. "You're not supposed to be sitting around anyway. Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?" He dug his fingers playfully into the boy's sides at this inquiry, earning a few squeals and giggles amid protests protests before the other was trying to pry his hands away so he could breath properly. "But I'm done!" The child proclaimed to which Lucas merely raised a quizzical brow. "Where are your shoes?" This had the boy scrambling to get away, hurrying across the room on socked feet to look for the pair lest he be tickled again.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[justify](Bump? ^-^)[/justify]

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[justify]Finished! I may go back and change a few things but I'm done for the time being. [/justify]

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[justify]Dominik is finished! [page six]
I'm working on finishing Ecthelion now. vuv[/justify]

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[justify]using this template vuv[/justify]

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]Dominik approached the large gates of the school, cherry eyes peering from under the hood of his jacket to survey the premises. It had been so long since he'd been to an actual school. It felt odd-- foriegn-- and he wasn't sure how long it would take him to adjust to this sort of normal procedure. The straps of a bag was pulled over his shoulders and his left hand was clutching at the handle of a mobile suitcase, the sleeves of his too-large jacket pulled over his fingers to protect them from the scorching rays of the sun. And while he wasn't too fond of the idea of socializing-- something he knew was inevitable in this sort of environment-- he wanted nothing more than to find the dorm buildings and retreat into the shade and air conditioning it would provide, hoping for a fleeting moment none of his roommates had arrived so he could have some time alone while it lasted.

When he realized that wasn't going to happen because he had absolutely no idea where he was or where he was going he stopped, letting out a frustrated huff, and retreated under the shade of a tree where he could at least pull off his hood and cool down a little bit. The small male pushed slender fingers through his red bangs, letting his gaze flit around the campus in front of him for any indication of where he was supposed to be. Man, did he wish he had a map. [/justify][/fancypost]
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