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  • The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead {p}


    [size=13pt]Frank Iero[/size]

    Frank strained to hear what Gerard said over the pounding in his head, he easily forgot about it when he seen Gee, now it was demanding his attention. The more he focused on it the more the other aches and pains became noticeable, he wouldn't be surprised if they got worse. So instead of think about them he focused on the fingers that where moving across his skin. He wasn't expecting to be kissed but he would never pass up the chance to kiss his boyfriend. Frank tightened his grip on Gee's hair as he kissed back, his already heavy eyes closed.


    He almost protested when Gerard pulled away, but the rain stopped him, just their luck was the first thing that came to mind.Frank nodded a little when he was picked up, the rain was soaking through the blazer, making it stick to his skin and feel heavier than it actually is. The movement made his stomach hurt but now wasn't the best time to complain. Being carried made him feel like a child but he knew if he was walking he wouldn't be able to support most if his own weight.


    He rested his head in Gerard's shoulder, all he could focus on was how thin Gerard felt. Frank knew he wasn't this thin the last time he had seen him, this left him to wonder how much weight had Gee lost. He opened his eyes so he could see where they were going, he was surprised at how long of a walk it was and that Gee didn't stop once. Frank looked at the apartment complex in confusion, they had a house, why come here?


    He was happy to be out of the freezing rain; they where still soaked and he was sure that he was only going to feel worse later on. His stomach dropped when Gerard began climbing the steps, he closed his eyes in an attempt to lessen the feeling and hoped it would be over soon. Frank only reopened them when he felt Gerard shift him, the light went on far to fast for his liking and blinded him. Squeezing his eyes shut and then blinking a few times to make sure he could see. He didn't know what to expect but he didn't think it was going to be this empty, the only thing that made it feel like Gerard had been here was the bookshelves, the pictures made him smile a little. Frank didn't question where they were from because he knew they had been hung around the house, he questioned when they got here and why.


    Frank didn't want Gerard to put him down, he was fine staying like that for a long time, he felt more comfortable the Gee was staying close to him. He looked at Gerard, his eyes only showed how confused he was. Taking a second to collect his thoughts before answering Gee's questions, they where to scrambled with questions and he wanted to ask everything at once. He would answer Gerard's questions first and see what he would be told without having to ask.


    "It feels like I got hit by a truck," he said as he rubbed his eyes. Frank had no idea how to describe the pain besides for saying that, it felt like his head was ready to split in half and there was unbelievable pressure his sinuses and chest and everything was sore. Frank's used to feeling like shit and being sick but he's never felt this bad before. He pushed his body upward and pulled off the blazer, the longer he stayed in it the more annoyed he got with it, he balled it up and put it in his lap.


    The dark red blood that sat on the shirt had faded into a reddish pink, Frank looked down at the shirt before looking back at Gerard. "Are you okay? Are you bleeding? You've lost weight" he rushed out as he put a hand on Gee's chest. He pulled his hand away and looked at his palm, the color was more diluted but he still knew it was blood.

  • The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead {p}


    [size=13pt]Frank Iero[/size]
    Frank's hurting in places he never though he ever would be able to, curling into a ball and not moving until he felt better was all he wanted to do, he knows its not the best thing to do but thats all he wanted to do. He already left bad for having Gee take care of him even though all they've done was come to the apartment and talk, this was going to be hell for the both of them; he wasn't even throwing up yet but he had feeling that he would be camped out in the bathroom or sleeping with a bucket next to him at all times. He accepted Gerard's answer with a small nod, he knew there was more going on but there was no point in trying to force answers out of him. Gee's never lied to him and he knows he wouldn't start now, giving him time would get Frank answers and right now all he could do was make sure Gerard eating.


    Waiting would also give him the answers he desperately wants, he didn't want to wait and would rather have answers now but he pushed them to the back of his mind and focus on getting better. Studying his boyfriends face, Frank almost reached out to touch him. It looked like Gee had been up for a week straight or longer and it sounded like his voice wasn't used it even longer, it looked like Gerard had done a poor job of taking care of himself for a while, which made no sense to him, he couldn't have been gone for to long. Frank wanted to bombard Gerard with questions but he knew it wouldn't be a good idea, a little patience was all he needed.
    Something was telling Frank something was seriously wrong, he wanted to know what was going to happen but at the same time he didn't, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle to much right now. He trusted Gerard to tell him things he was able to handle them. So this also was shoved to the back of his mind, it could wait, all of it could wait until he wasn't feeling like crap.


    A shower sounded wonderful at the moment. His short hair was clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck, the shirt was doing the same thing. It stuck to his body like an uncomfortable and heavy second skin, the blazer had only made the feeling worse, he was happy he got it off when he did, leaving it on any longer would have driven him up the wall. Maybe the hot water would help get rid of the impossible coldness and pain he was feeling. It felt like he had let all of his limbs fall asleep for way to long and then tired to make the work normally, making all of his movements feel extremely stiff and awkward.


    "What about you? You're probably just as wet and cold as I am" Frank said as he looked at Gerard. He didn't want to see him get sick. His heart throbbed when he looked into Gee's eyes, he only focused on the love and affection, he didn't want to think about the pain and confusion. He ignored the pain and returned the look the best he could, hoping he could match the intensity in Gerard's. Putting a hand on one of Gerard's shoulders, he shifted his body and put his feet on the floor. He tightened his grip as his head swam, he wanted to stop and lay back down but he was determined to get up on his own. Bracing his other hand on the couch, he pushed himself up onto legs that were far to shaky to support his body without help.

  • this daydream is dangerous. [pafp]


    Alexander Lassiter


    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]Outside of school you would never recognize Xander if he didn't dress the way he did, his personality did a complete 180 soon as he away from his friends. His taste in music and how he dressed didn't change but everything else did. At home and whenever he was out with his mom and older siblings he was extremely quiet and probably one of the most respectful people you could meet, sure he made a smart comment every once in awhile but everyone knew he didn't mean it. But in school he constantly made trouble, fought with other students and on the occasion teachers. When he was asked why he did this he would never explain. His older siblings where children trapped in adult bodies and treated their mom how he treated most people at school. He may be the youngest of six but he acted older than most of his siblings.


    Three brothers and two sisters was a recipe for disaster, only two of his brothers had moved out, the other three were making no effort to try and live on their own. Thats why he couldn't wait to get away, sure he'd remain in contact with his family but he would only be a distant memory for most of the kids he was in school and thats how he wanted it. He wanted to move somewhere new, somewhere no one knew his face or who he was, sure he would miss his mom but he could always come back and visit her and when she became unable to take care of herself he'd take care of her because he knew his brothers and sisters would never do that. They stopped caring after their dad was killed, close to nine years ago, and Xander never understood why but he was there when he died and for a long time it had really messed him up, even though he wouldn't admit to it now but it still bothered.


    Xander was never very open about his home life and all he early tells people is that his sibling were asses, they truly were and they loved to torture him. At first it was just normal things people expected siblings to do but they started taking things too far and landed him in the hospital a few times. Now his mom was finally moving them out of the tiny house they've always live in and into a much bigger house, this would be the first time in his life that he would have his own room and privacy. He may be up in the attic but it was bigger than it looked. Josh, his group's ringleader, had told him that one of the kids from their grade lived a few houses down but he had no idea who it was. If they ran into each other, they ran into each other it didn't mean they had to be friends.


    "Xander! I need you to carry another box for me!" Xander put down the cardboard box he had carried into the kitchen. It would be nice if his brothers and sisters were here to help but they suddenly had plans and could be here. He jogged back to the front of the house, the movers had carried in all the heavy stuff and all of the boxes that where in the van but they had packed some into their car. He had gotten luck when they were driving over, they didn't have away to get his dad's old motorcycle over, so he had driven it over. It was old and made an insane amount of noise when it was on, it needed a lot of work done but he was getting parts to fix it up, its his ticket out of here.


    "Yeah mom?" he asked as he took the box from her. It looked like it was the last box from the trunk of the black car. "Its some of your books, I think a few of your drawing booking are in there," she said as she shut and locked the trunk. He nodded and walked next to her, despite being fifty years old his mom still looked very young, had a small amount of grey in her brown hair and wrinkles where just beginning to show. "I'm going to put this in my room, I'll be back down in a second" he said as jogged up the steps, leaving the front door open. Two flights of stairs were no issue for Xander at all, he put the box in the doorway of the attic and went back downstairs. "You know we're going to meet the neighbors later on, well unless they come to us," his mom said as began opening boxes. He nodded and started helping.
    [hr][hr][color=white][font=georgia][size=8]Sorry this took so long.
    POV might change to first person
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  • it's a new dawn, it's a new day{pafp



    Nicholas James Foster[hr][hr]
    Seventeen Male City boy Loud Grumpy On the snobby side[hr][hr]Never thought I'd be coming back to Carlton, when we first left I didn't want to go and now I don't want to come back.
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    Sorry this took so long.

  • it's a new dawn, it's a new day{pafp

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    Nicholas James Foster[hr][hr]
    [font=georgia] The silence is going to kill me, after living in Providence, Rhode Island for six years I became used to constant noise and now its to quite for me. Spending over a day and half in a cramped car, with three other people and two large dogs had left me in an even worse mood than normal and tired. Sure I slept most of time but with Amy and mom talking most of the ride I could barely sleep and Bear, one of out two dogs tried to sit on my lap most of the time. Carrying boxes into the house was the last thing I wanted to do. Luckily the movers where carrying in the heavy things since I was deemed to weak to help move things, normally I would have lost my temper but Im to tried to give a damn. So instead I'm carrying boxes Amy and Lynn can't carry, I would have never though we had this much stuff until we filled two moving trucks.


    Everyone but me was happy to be back here; Amy had managed to kept in contact with her old friends, Lynn wasn't staying long she was planning to catch up with a few people, mom wanted to come back here after divorcing Dan, my former step father. My personality has done a one eighty and I'm nothing like the person everyone used to know. The only good thing I'm getting out of this is getting away from my crappy ex boyfriend, this move I had to come out all over again and face people I didn't have the chance to give a proper goodbye to, the move had been so sudden and I didn't know about it until a day before. After learning that we were moving mom didn't let me go back outside and on the last day gave me ten minutes to explain and say goodbye. The same thing happened when we left Rhode Island, I always end up being the last to know.


    "Nick! I have another box of your art stuff!" Lynn yelled from outside, I was surprised I could even hear her over Slipknots "I Am Hated". Groaned as I put down another box on the dust layered kitchen counter, we have been unpacking for two hours now and we where almost done with the second truck. I headed back outside, the floor boards occasionally creaked as I walked, why did we have to come back to this house? Could have moved anywhere but we came back here, I guess the past doesn't like staying dead for to long.


    "Why cant you bring it in? I brought all your hair shit in!" I shout as I step onto the wrap around patio. The identical twins where sitting there with the dogs, the only way I can tell them apart is their voices and their hair, Amy's hair is brown and Lynn is a bottle blonde. "I have no idea what to do with all you canvases and boxes" she replied as she stood up and went into the house. I shot Amy a desperate look but all she could do is shake her head and go inside, leaving me with the dogs, at least they didn't go inside. I walked over to the back of second of the truck and began pulling out my boxes, one was filled with sketch books and most of my supplies, another much thinner box had canvases of all sizes and the final one had most of my finished work in it, along with my portfolio bag.


    I left the boxes on the ground and pulled down the door on the truck, the movers have been waiting awhile to leave and now they were able to. "You guys can go! That was last of it" I shouted as I stepped back. The sound of the trucks starting was a little deafening but I've heard louder. I watched the trucks leave and then focused on what had to be a horse getting closer to the house, I didn't think the neighbors would be coming over this soon, it looks like they where in for a surprise. Bear, our German Shepard came to sit next to me and our cocker spaniel lab mix, Penny, sat behind him. Psychically I hadn't changed to much, I'm five foot eight inches and extremely thin, still on the short side and still skinny.


    I blinked a few times when they closer, they looked like a grown up Indi, I never forget a face and can still recognize a person even if they've aged. Damn it. Of course it had to be him. I was hoping to run into him much later. It would have given me time to think of what to say and how to explain myself.

  • it's a new dawn, it's a new day{pafp

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    Nicholas James Foster[hr][hr]
    [font=georgia]I can feel his eyes looking over me and it made me want to shrink into myself. I have never felt this small in my life before, I know Im short but most the time people don't come this close to me for me to really notice their height. Unless I have a radome growth spurt that makes me grow another three to four inches I'll be tiny for the rest of my life. If he deiced to punch me, I'll have a nasty bruise that will last for a month, I've been hit by guys just as large and I still haven't learn my lesson about opening my mouth.


    I watched the horse for a few seconds, its been a long time since I've been on one and I almost want to get back on one, almost. I don't care if the horse ends up eating some of the untamed grass, I'm going have to mow it later so theres no point in stopping it. I looked at his hand before shaking it, my fingers are just as boney as the rest of my body and I have a few scars from the times I've accidentally cut myself with the wires thats used to cut clay or a carving knife and every once in a while a stab mark from a pencil but they normally end up on my palms.


    "Six years is really a long time when you think about it, isn't it Indi?" I ask, I know I'm being a smart ass but I would rather be hiding inside than out here, Lynn and Amy could be talking to him. I didn't expect him to recognize my face but if he doesn't figure out who I am after that I'm gonna be pissed. A random stranger wouldn't know how long ago your former best friend moved away unless they where stalking you. I'm the epitome of what I used to hate but the old me would have never lasted very long in the city so I adapted and changed. I can still have my moments of being nice and respectful to people other than the elderly and my teachers but it normally doesn't last for long when I'm around peers.

  • The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead {p}


    [size=13pt]Frank Iero[/size]
    Franks head span at Gerard's fast movements, he knew if he moved that fast he would end up face first on the floor and in even more pain than he's currently in. Gee's support made him feel made him feel a lot confident even though it took a lot out of him to make sure he didn't sway or wobble as he walked. Gerard's hands where warmer than the shirt and it made the goosebumps that sat on his skin even worse. Even though it was a short distance it felt much longer than it actually was to Frank, he regretted standing up so quickly and moving only made his head hurt even more.


    The dim lighting in the bathroom was a little better than the other room, he thought it would have been much brighter because everything was white. The lack of color and the smallness and the cleanness of the room reminded him way to much of a hospital and left him feeling uneasy, the last place he wanted to be was a hospital. But he wasn't going to complain, it was clean, Gee's over cleanliness with bathrooms normally annoyed him but now he was happy about it. Frank would have shooed Gee's hands away from the shirt but his own were to shaky for him to even get ahold of the small buttons. He simply moved when Gerard did.


    Being naked didn't bother him and it didn't leave him colder, he was just as frozen with the wet clothes on; the cold water bothered him but soon as it got warmer he relaxed. Frank almost grabbed Gerard's hand when he got up but it would give him time to think, even though his head was full of endless questions. It took him a few seconds but he had managed to pull himself into a sitting position and hung his head. Running his hand through his hair as he closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything that wasn't painful. Drawing blanks, he instead focused on the warm water, he wasn't as frozen as earlier but he still felt cold, he could also feel his muscles begin to loosen, it made him feel a little better but not by much.


    Frank felt like he could have fallen asleep like that but he knew it would have made him sicker and he would much rather sleep next to his boyfriend. He lifted his head when he heard Gerard speaking and mumbled a small thanks, he stayed in the warm water for another minute or so before turning the water off and getting out. He instantly pulled the towel around his body in a poor effort to keep himself warm. Keeping his hip pressed against the sink's counter as he slowly dried himself off. Frank pulled on the underwear and the pants on, he then moved onto drying his hair. He put the towel next to the shirt and started looking over his chest, he could still feel where the bullets entered his skin and he need to make sure there was nothing there. He froze when he noticed a small scar next to his heart, another above it, just below his collar bone and other two along his ribs.


    Frank couldn't believe his eyes, he dragged and over them, he wanted his mind to be playing a trick on him. It was just a little darker than the rest of his skin and felt just like any other scar he's gotten. "Christ" he grumbled, a few curses followed as he dropped his hand. At least Gee didn't see, was the one of the thoughts that came to his mind, Frank had no idea how Gerard would react to it, he feared it wouldn't be very pleasant. Gerard would end up seeing it sooner or later, Frank was going to tell him, he wasn't going to keep it from him and he though it would be best to say something instead of letting him find them on his own. He pulled the shirt over his head and turned to the door, he kept a hand on the wall and took his time with walking, seeing no point in rushing himself.


    Frank's steps became wobbly again once he let go of the wall but he managed to make it to the bed and collapsed next to Gee. He glanced around the room, three beat up boxes that held majority of his things and his guitar, soon as he could Frank was going to play it, even if it was just a random song. He wrapped an arm around Gee's waist and buried his face into his side, under his arm. "Theres scars Gee, there small but their still there" he mumbled. He hoped that Gerard was to tried to hear him or think of his mouth moving against his side, he really didn't want to make him anymore upset than he already was.

  • once upon a time, i could go far [ pafp

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    [size=9pt]"Its Genesis Bell and thats all you really need to know."[/size][hr][hr]
    "I normally remember the names of musicians that aren't in the metal, rock or the different core's I normally listen to. And thats better than thats better than the blonde who's missing hair, way to many people have called me that" I said with a smile. I had stumbled across his channel a while ago at four in the morning because I was writing up a lab paper and bored out of my mind; luckily it was one of the better discovers I've made that early in the morning. "I'm actually surprised you recognized me. All I do is point a camera at a model or a plaster casting of face and make creatures and on the rare occasion my face, when I do that I'm normally disfiguring it with liquid latex and fake blood" I said, smile still on my face.
    I looked around for a second, it's to dark out to see more than a few feet in front of me and I'm not the biggest fan of this area at night. "Hey do you wanna go somewhere else to talk? I think theres a twenty four our coffee shop a block or two away from here" I say as I point over my shoulder.
    [hr][hr][color=black][size=8][font=georgia]Don't worry about it, I've been having some issues with staying active because of health issues.

  • advanced tutor, please

    [align=center][size=9pt][font=georgia][color=white]Hello ʂ ρ ⓐ [_ r _] Ť ค !, Im Sleepwalking
    I'll gladly help you start making your posts advanced.
    When my muse is low I normally post two or three paragraphs.
    When its high I can post up to seven paragraphs.
    And when its its in between its about five paragraphs.
    Tell me what you need help with and I'll do my best to help.

  • they say that this should feel something like fire. }pafp

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    Noah Benjamin King[hr][hr]
    [font=georgia][size=8][color=white]I needed to get out of this place, I've wasted to many days here and I want to go back to normal, what ever 'normal' used to be. Staying here only made me feel crazier and made my mood swings worse, I cycle threw emotions so fast and I was deemed to unstable to be around others. The nurses are far more supportive the doctors and give me hope of getting out of here, even though I seem to end up here months after getting back out.


    Is it messed up that I feel more stable in a hospital than my own home? I just need to get away from this city and find some where quite to be myself, maybe the manic episodes would stop and I'd feel better. I take my pills everyday and haven't missed one in a long time. The doctors have bumped up my dosage but it can take up to eight weeks for it to kick in and control the shifts, in my opinion thats why to long.


    When I crash and get depressed or when I get extremely mad the one nurse will take me out for a walk and she'll just talk. At first I wouldn't respond to her but recently I've started to speak with her and its really helped, even though I would never admit it. She also managed to get me my ipod and cigarette's, they where creature comforts that I couldn't live without. Apparently my therapist deiced that I was stable enough to be let out of my room and into the common rooms, that only meant that he though I wasn't going to start yelling at one of the more unstable people.


    The common areas where areas where we could socialize with other people here, I thought it was a bad idea but I need more human interaction. It would also be nice to make a friend, even though I doubted it would happen, got to keep my hopes up. Hopes and dreams are the only thing that are keeping me going and without those I probably wouldn't be here without them. The common area reminded me of a waiting room but with better furniture; two bookshelves where pushed against the wall, one full of books that looked to be in decent condition and the other had countless board games, along with a t.v and a remote. The nurses station was looking directly at the room and I head heard them talking about a girl being let out of her room to come here.

  • advanced tutor, please

    Sorry it took so long to get back to you, my Sundays are normally on the busy side because of scheduled visitations.


    Tonio is absolutely right, you really have to pay attention to detail, little things can really effect your post. Emotions are also a good thing to include, they affect how your character acts and carries themselves. If this mysterious she-cat knew her surroundings she would move with confidence and have no hesitation but if this her first time within the alleyway she could end up checking over her shoulder, little sounds that normally mean nothing would make her even more nervous and walking with her head down.


    Here's how I would have done it :
    The she-cat strode down the alleyway with her head held high and with a calm face, she had nothing to fear even at this hour of the night. The moon was out and the dim light casted harsh shadows in the narrow alley, most cats would never enter this place but she was no normal cat. This she-cat was a trained killer with years of experience, even though she had no scars to show this; she was smarter than most other cats in this profession and was much more careful. She took no risks and tonight was only another example of her ruthlessness, this alleyway only a short she used to get away from where her latest victim was killed.


    To her they were just another name and face to forget and meant even less to the cat that hired her to kill them. She was confident that no one would ever figure out what she really did and until she was found out she would continue to kill. The smell of rotting garbage that the two-legs left behind no longer bothered her and the sounds of scurrying rats also had no effect, she knew they wouldn’t come near her. Jumping onto discarded boxes and then onto one of the windowsills, she scanned the alleyway behind her, ready to pounce on any cat that came close. After seeing nothing, she jumped onto the roofing of the build and disappeared into thin air.

  • The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead {p}


    [size=13pt]Frank Iero[/size]

    Frank hadn't expected Gee's response to be so calm, he didn't catch the rest of what was said but the comforting tone made him feel better. His body slumped against Gerard's as he rested the side of his head on his shoulder, he blinked a few times struggling to keep his eyes open, he blankly started a head, not focusing on anything in particular. "They don't really hurt but I can still feel them even though I know they're no longer in my chest" he said as frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. What he's feeling now is nothing compared to when it actually happened, that was a sharp pain that spread all over, this was more of a dull ache that refused to go away. But still being about to feel where the bullets once were was unsettling. He just wanted to forget the entire experience and move on but this feeling wouldn't go away and until it he knew wouldn't be able to; he also desperately wanted to forget about the blood, he would have never thought someone could bleed that much before.


    It had gathered in his mouth and filled his lungs, filled his mouth and made it to hard for him to breath and even with all the blood gone he could still taste it. He only felt his head bounce off of the concrete after he went down, it had happened to fast and he was to stunned to even make an attempt to keep himself from falling. Afterwards he could barely breath and keeping his eyes open was even harder, he couldn't spit the blood out of his mouth to take a deep breath. He had tried to blink so he could clear his eyes to try and figure out what was happening around him, people where moving and talking much to fast for him to understand. At one point someone was trying to talk him, he had seen their mouth move and their hands move around, they didn't touch him. The only thing that he could focus on was Gerard, who hadn't moved a mussel and Frank didn't blame him, he had no idea how he would have reacted if he was Gee's position.


    For a second he thought he had seen flashing lights. The next time he blinked and reopened his eyes he was in the alley with Gerard, with no idea what was going on. Now he was almost scared to close his eyes, he feared the next time he opened them he would be somewhere else and left with even more questions. Frank leaned into Gee's hand and let his eyes close, he didn't want to fall sleep although he knew he wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer. If he felt this tired, he knew Gerard could drop and probably sleep for a month, maybe longer judging by the black bags under his eyes. "I love you too" he responded without hesitation. Frank wrapped his tattooed arms around Gerard's waist, he didn't care if he felt stiffer than earlier because he slept in this position.
    He was enjoying being this close to his boyfriend and he was pretty sure there was no way he could feel even worse; a pounding head, stuffed sinuses, freezing even though he pressed against Gerard's warmer body and various aches and pains. He knew he would just end up jinxing himself and causing himself to feel even shitter, until then he'll sit with Gee, even with Gerard being so thin he was still comfortable.