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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]Ripley gazed up at the man before him, eyes wide. He was absolutely gorgeous, and Ripley quickly forced himself to stop staring.
"U-um..." Ripley sighed, feeling the wave of grief and guilt knot itself into his stomach again.
"I-I don't have a h-h-home anymore..." He stuttered out, shivering violently from the cold, and the sheer force of his own emotions. He knew that he was causing the violent thunderstorm, but he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
The younger boy sat up and ran his fingers through his soaked hair, pushing it out of his face. He looked up with wide, brown eyes at the handsome boy before him. His mind swirled with the memories of his family, his mother, and his siblings. He was certain they were all dead, and, if they were, it was all his fault. He shivered even more violently, and wrapped his jacketed arms around his lanky body, trying to keep in some of the warmth of his body. He nervously tapped his foot, not wanting this beautiful male to think he was crazy, or that he needed serious help.
Stewart Ripley was on the run, from the police, from his surely angry family, he didn't know which scared him more. He thought of his younger sisters, his older brother, and his mother, Karen. They had all been kind to him, taking care of him, and trying to help him understand his powers better. Then he got into that fight with Suzy. He had shouted about hating the younger girl, and stormed, quite literally, out of the house. He had spent several hours in the woods, watching the lightning flash across the sky, and felt the cold raindrops on his skin. He had panicked when he saw smoke rising into the already darkened sky, coming from the direction of his home. He had rushed home to find that he was too late. He watched in horror as his old house burned to the ground. He fled immediately afterwards, fearing being arrested. He had left the neighborhood, and started walking.
He had been walking for days, without much rest. He hadn't any money, so he couldn't stop for food, or a place to sleep, like a hotel or inn. So he had continued to walk. Now he was practically starving, shivering in the rain, and feeling worse than ever about what he had done. Ripley was basically f-cked.[/fancypost]
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