Where the hell am I? [Mylee/Semper]

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Kenneth Wayman

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Thought
"Other speech"

In an alleyway in broad daylight lays a man, not dead, very much alive, laying on his front with tangled dread locks. Not snoring loudly at all, no he's not a snorer, he's just breathing. He's face down on the cold hard floor, hands at his side, dreadlocks in his face, dirty, tangled and just not presentable. He's wearing dirty clothes, muddy and damp from the night before. But how did he get there? How is he in such a state? Even at that moment while the cold breeze makes him shiver slightly his brain still refuses to get him to wake up. He can wake up, but he just won't. How did he get there?


The previous night

It had all been just a bit of fun for Kenneth, that's all it had supposed to have been, just a bit of the regular norm and fun. First the young man start the day doing his regular, he stole some cash from an elderly man, he seemed pretty wealthy and Kenneth really needed the cash if he wanted to be able to buy the morphling from the usual dealers he bought from because that stuff wasn't too expensive but for a man like Kenneth (no job, no normal source of income) getting the killer substance would be pretty difficult, no very difficult. But that's where his 'unstable' source of income came in, he would pickpocket people, he was an expert at it at this point, now it was like breathing, do it everyday because you have to.

After that Kenneth took the cash and went to the usual alleyway where no peacekeepers ever went, probably because it stunk of drugs and piss in there. The alleyway wasn't dark as this was in the afternoon but it was by no means cheerful, even by the drug addict's standards, and that was saying something. The floor was hard and slightly damp, the bricks were cracked and chipped, almost as if a little bit of force could break them down, almost as if a skinny, wasted away guy like Kenneth could tear the bricks apart one by one with his bare hands.

So the young man casually approached the two men, money in his pockets, hands buried in there and a clear look on his unfocused eyes. He focused his eyes as best he could and stared at the two big looking men who could easily kick Kenneth's ass in a second. But ain't not intimidated, it's just a simple deal. Kenneth had gone through simple transactions like this more times than anyone could count in his teenage years. All Drug Dealers needed to be strong in case someone tried to get away with stealing or not paying, but Kenneth could pay, he wasn't stupid.

"My man, y'know what I'm lookin for. Morphling tablets." Kenneth says to him with a straight face and slaps his hand and the other big man gives him the packet of tablets. Kenneth gives a quick nod, spuds the guy one more time and leaves. I am going to get fucked up tonight for sure! With a huge grin on his face he pockets the pills and leaves the depressing alleyway.

Later that night it was all a blur, all of it. Kenneth couldn't remember most of it, he only remembered taking a bunch of morphling pills and being out on the streets late at night, and then he remembered taking the pills with a bunch of other girls who were always on the streets and a lot of hallucinations, but all he knew is that he had one hell of a good time that night. He couldn't remember a lot of it however but the memories returned, the memories always returned to the young man, if he had a good night out more often than not he would remember it.


That morning

Now in a completely different alleyway lays a young man, african-american, dark skin and tangled black dread locks. Shivering slightly in his sleep due to the cold breeze and dirty and damp clothes and he still will not get up, just laying face flat on the floor, breathing ever so slightly, not snoring no. He's laying there because of one crazy night out.

Oh and it involved morphling.

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WC: 744

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Bruno McLian

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Mornings were my favorite time of day. Everything is crisp and clear, just fresh. So right before the sun was rising into the morning sky I made my way out of the house, letting my feet pick that path that would take me to who knows where. Hopefully somewhere that would keep me out of trouble, and somewhere that would maybe lead me to something exciting. I’m looking for an adventure.

The world is a cold place, but I think there’s a fire burning within deep, deep down. If there’s so much bad, there has to be some good somewhere, and one day I’ll find it. Someday in the future I will find all the happiness I believe to be in the world, and that’ll make someone’s life (not just mine) that much better.

Could that one day be today?

I didn’t really bother people I ran into, besides the occasional nod of a head or a smile, just because most of the time people just spit back at your face; figuratively that is. I’ve only been spit on once, and it wasn’t THAT bad. Could’ve been worse. People were strange, easily changeable things, willing to switch from mood to mood and side to side in an instant. It was one of those wonderful and horrible things, and it could either work for you or against you. I didn’t really understand how to dislike and be angry at people, just because I’m really not an angry person. It seems strange and wrong to feel the pits of fire lapping at your brain telling you that you have a reasonable excuse to be mad at someone. I don’t understand it. We all screw up, why does it gain me anything to hate you for it? It doesn’t, and I’d rather not waste my breath.

So as I made my way through the back streets and alleys, I thought about all the people I could find there. I could run across anyone really, good or bad, tired or wide awake, taking into consideration the time of day. The sky was vibrant now, pinks and blues streaking across it like a watercolor canvas. I don’t think people appreciate the sky and sun enough. I can’t even comprehend how it looks the way it does, and how others blow it off is beyond my comprehension. My dad was like that, always telling me to not question the world for what it does and why it does it. According to him that didn’t matter, but how couldn’t it? Did he not want me to question and congratulate the great things the world did manage to do? I guess he wants to forget the bad and move on, but then, if there’s as much bad in the world as people say there is, we won’t be remembering much.

Maybe one day we’ll find something worth remembering.

Alleys are strange to say the least. You never really know what you’re going to find or run into. So as I walked down this particular one, I wasn’t really too surprised to find a guy (he looked about eighteen or nineteen) passed out against a couple of trashcans. I walked over to make sure he was still breathing and then decided it might help to wake him up. I nudged him with my shoe as gently as I could, as I really didn’t feel like getting thrown into one of the neighboring trash cans that surrounded us. “Hey, you um, er—are you okay?”

[semper]

bear Keeni

It’s one thing to be a drug addict but it’s another thing to be the dealer. Everything we cook up is utterly disgusting and I’d sooner gnaw off my own foot before I injected any of that shit into my bloodstream. I can’t say that I hold drug addicts in very high regards but they’re a source of income for my motley crew gang. (At this point it’s really just me that’s doing the work, though. Damn lazy kids.) We’ve not had a run in a long time and it doesn’t really bother me. I don’t like dealing with the addicts that want nothing more than a fix of nasty stuff; they’re gross and they’re always shaking, willing to do just about anything for the pills or powder. Above all that, they’re unpredictable. There’s been a few deals where I’ve had to pull out my knife and defend myself because the addict was so desperate; some other times they’ve snatched the loot right from my hand and snorted it right then and there. It’s repulsive, really, and I’m always the first one to high-tail it from the scene after the deal’s been made.

Today is no different. There’s some runt of a kid named Jacob I’m supposed to meet and I’ve got his packet of powder in my pocket, and I refuse to even stick my hand in there. Whatever this kid wants it’s absolutely gross and I’ll more than likely throw it at him, then yell to get lost so I’m not caught with him. I grumble and stomp along, shouldering people out of my way. Their insults and pitiful retorts roll off me like water on goose feathers (they might as well be yelling at a brick wall because I’m not about to whirl around and scream at them) so I trudge on, dragging my feet, glaring at people I deem too close to me.

There’s a shortcut I know about to get me to the meeting area faster, so I duck into one of the alleys, picking my way behind the buildings and being sure to not step in the mysterious-looking liquids. I kick a few cans out of my way and snarl when a pebble is kicked, ricochets off the closest wall, and strikes me right in the shin. Just out of a senseless rage about it I kick that pebble as hard as I can in the opposite direction and it hits a metal trash can loudly. I cross my arms over my chest in a huff and then continue on my way, stopping when I turn a corner and see two people there already.

One guy’s on the ground and the other is hovering above him. At first glance I assume that the standing one has beaten the shit out of the other one but it looks to be different after a little observation. The guy’s got a concerned look on his face and he nudges the one on the ground, asking if he’s okay. On any other day I’d just stomp past them, but I need this alley clear unless either of them is named Jacob. Even though the guy on the ground looks out cold, I decide to ask anyway because I’m not about to wait around for this kid, whoever he is. ”Neither of you happen to be called Jacob, by any chance?”

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[kousei ♚]

Kenneth Wayman

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Thought
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Kenneth was stirring, the drug addled teenager was starting to stir, groaning slightly, however he was not quite aware of his surroundings, he still had no idea what the hell had happened to him but he was just waking up. His head was throbbing, as if his brain was trying to burst free from his skull and leak out slowly from his head, his vision was still dim and he just didn't want to get up despite being on a cold hard floor and not even knowing where he was. Kenneth just didn't even want to get up, he sort of wished he could get back to sleep, his head was thumping, his vision was blurry, his hair was knotted and tangled.

His eyes are only half open and he rubs them slightly in an attempt to clear them but it's pretty hard. No matter how hard he tries to remember he just cannot remember what he did last night. Where the hell am I?

"Hey, you um, er, are you okay?" Those words instantly made Kenneth spring to life, he was no aware someone was hovering over him and staring at him as if he was some kind of animal in a zoo. Kenneth groaned as he slowly used his arms to support himself to try and get up, he blinks a few times, the man's vision is still sort of blurry and he shields his eyes from the sunlight with a cold and shaky hand. "W-wh-what? The-the fuck? He mutters as he feels his vision clearing and sees that there's a boy standing in front of him.

However before Kenneth can react to the realization he hears heavy footsteps followed by another voice. "Neither of you happen to be called Jacob, by any chance?" And he slowly turns his head around, he can't even be bothered to quickly spin, that's how tired and confused he is. His hands are shaking slightly as he uses them to slowly shift himself so his back is leaning against the wall. "N-nah. My name a-ain't J-Jacob." he says with a yawn and a slurred voice. He looks around and takes in his surroundings, making note of the wall and outdoor setting. He is totally in a place he doesn't know, this has happened quite frequently but he always finds his way back, he just has to locate someone from master's house who's come to these parts to do a stealing run, it's not that hard. He wants to stand up but finds it's slightly hard (which is not surprising considering his state). He then lets out a dry, hoarse and weak chuckle.

"I think you might be in the wrong alleyway man."

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Bruno McLian

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If I had a choice, these would not be the people I would be around. They were the kind of people I tended to stay away from, the ones that you didn’t make eye contact with in the street. But now, I didn’t feel I had a choice. To walk away and pretend I hadn’t noticed them would be plain rude, and so I did my best to come up with some kind of answer that wouldn’t encourage them to punch me in the face. “Uh, no, I’m not Jacob either.” My body was filled with a tenseness that could only be eased by leaving, and I hoped that they couldn’t sense it. Okay c’mon Bruno, these are kids, not wild animals. That didn’t really offer me any comfort, though. I was still edging my way towards the end of the alley, hoping that they wouldn’t really notice.

This was not the kind of adventure I was looking for.

I looked back on wanting an adventure. What kind of adventure did I really want if I wasn’t willing to put myself in any danger? What kind of adventurer would I be, if I didn’t like peril? There’s got to be something out there, it can’t all involve trouble and distress. I didn’t have any interest in running from falling boulders or hand-to-hand combat in a dark alley. I wanted long hikes to the top of mountains, only to watch the sun rise and fall. I wanted to watch the blank canvas of the sky be painted in tinges of orange, blue, red, and more. But that’s not the kind of adventure I’m in now, if you could even call it that.

To start with, the first one was still only half-awake, and even then what he said wasn’t very easy to understand. What could he have been doing last night to leave him in this kind of state? He was confused and disgruntled, so whatever he did must have been pretty intense. The other boy, there wasn’t much to wonder about him, except why was he looking for this Jacob person. I guess that’s not my business though, only that it seems to be pretty shady considering he’s looking for him in dimly lit alleys. Bravery took over me for once, besides, I wanted an adventure didn’t I? I looked over to the dark-haired boy and did my best to confidently say, “Why are you looking for this Jacob person? Can I help you find him?” Bruno, this is not the way to stay out of trouble. Shh inner monologue, I want to do something fun, just this once.

I couldn’t read the look on his face, so I began to scan my surroundings, trying my best to not make contact with either of the two. They had nothing to be scared of, they were bigger and stronger—even intimidating. Any sensible kid of my height and age would have turned around and left, better yet, not go and wake the guy up. Not smart, Bruno. Not smart.