Of Loss and Tragedy, On Gain and Dreams [Ele/Trident]

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The autumn is signaled by the fresh chill of the salty sea breeze from Four’s oceans. People are starting to wear more coverage than usually, which just meant maybe a pair of pants and some shirts with sleeves, but otherwise there is no considerable change in the surroundings of Curse’s hometown. However stable and unmoving Four’s environment appeared to be, its citizens are anything but. Curse feels that he is a great example as he moved out to his own place and got a job in one of the huge fishing warehouses. He’s been enjoying life on his own, setting his own rules, making whatever he wants, getting to do things his way. He feels in control of his life, even if he struggles to pay the bills some months and eats cheap, crappy fish and bread that’s only about a dollar a meal. This all feels surreal to him sometimes and he thinks that he’s going to wake up in his old childhood room, on his way to the doctor’s again for probably another mono infection. Yet he wakes up every morning in his bare studio, on his somewhat decent bed, and to his otherwise “cheap” appliances, like today.

They aren’t the greatest by any means of technology, and his parents openly showed their disgust when they saw the place that one time they came, but he loves them. He knows that they were built to last, and they still work, which is perfectly fine by him, and even though he doesn’t have much he enjoys it. He was able to keep his high tech bed, which has this sort of foam that contours to his body which he greatly appreciates after the long grueling hours of the warehouse. His first job is a basic entry level job, hauling around crates of fish and helping out trying the boats back to the dock. It’s all grunt work, but it’s fine by him, he doesn’t go to his Training as much anymore so it’s a great way to stay in shape. Even though his life may seem like an awesome new bachelor’s life he feels like he has become estranged to his family.

He begins contemplating this as he begins carrying a crate of fish to the market in his brawny arms. Ever since he moved out his family began to act like he didn’t exist. They ignored his messages barely visit him, and they avoid Curse in public. They only came to his house warming party, and only then they only stayed for ten minutes. Apparently a person only needs ten minutes to show how disgusted they are at people that they once called blood though. Apparently back stabbing comes easy to family full of careers, which Curse should have expected, not that he thinks about it. It’s what people like him were trained to do, yet he never expected to be shut out from his family, who has all but disappeared from his life.

Why don’t they ever call me, or at least come and visit? I know it’s not glamourous but it’s a stable house. Plus the bathroom is separated and has walls around it, it’s not like everything is exposed. Maybe they do hate me.
This spiraling train of self-deprecating thought keeps on going and going, until the point to where Curse isn’t even paying attention to where he’s walking. The crate is already big enough as it is there’s no point to get lost in a swirl of negativity as well. It’s a perfect recipe to fall and get hurt, which is exactly what Curse does in his clumsy fashion. He didn’t see the tall thin boy as he crashed into him almost breaking his load. Luckily he is able to break the crate’s fall with his own body as he twists to side and lands on his shoulder, Career training in use. After checking the box and making sure that it’s ok he went over to the boy saying,

“Hey man I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, here let me help you up.” He pulls the boy up and then continues on, “I’m Curse Jinx, by the way. Again man I’m really sorry.”

[gamemaker kelsier]

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It be true that I ain't much to look at sometimes. It ain't being my goal to be it anyhow though. I was made to be an eyesore, a sore thumb. I don't care about silly stuff like girls anyway. Girls are boring and always wearing dresses and telling me that I'm to be arrested when I ain't even done nothing wrong, I'm just playing is all. I was going to give that pretty little silver chain back eventually, after I was all done playing with it. Well maybe I would've given it back. Well probably not, only because right now I'm playing at pirates and pirates don't give nothing back but blood and swearing. I should know, I'm very good enemies with a pirate captain after all.

Today as I makes me way along the dockside there is a good feeling in the air. Today is going to be fruitful and I can feel it in me bones, that's how I know. I ain't sure how yet but it's going to be. I bump meself into a passerby and mutter a soft apology even as my fingers catch on their purse strings and I tear their wallet free for them, slipping it swiftly into me pocket in a matter of seconds. It's second nature now to do so simply because I need it see, to support meself and Tink and the lost boys.

I had a job an' all but it was boring and no fun at all. Just a lot of hard work and no play. I quit pretty quickly after I got all occupied with having an arch enemy because it really does take up a lot of your time when you're busy trying to thwart them all of the time. It's exhausting really.

I spy meself a lovely toy in the image of a young man walking along, minding his own business with a box in his arms. I make a beeline for him, intending to walk right into him, spilling his wares and us everywhere. The destruction would be unbearably fun. AS we collide my arms spin outwards and back to catch meself, so invested in the meeting was I that I forgot to make it so I didn't have to fall over as well. I do so nimbly, my half gloved hands protected from skinning themselves on the ground.

I watch with interest as the boy lands so as not to ruin his wares. How simple. I would have let the crate crash, fish (by the smell of it) spilling everywhere, creating a right old ruckus for everyone around. He puts his own body in danger instead, protecting a rotten old piece of wood. It's silly. I let out a boisterous laugh from my place on the ground, chuckling against old stone.

I let him pull me up and offer him a crooked grin in return for his kindness. Reaching out I brush imaginary dust off of his jacket and reply to his kind introduction in turn, "Excellent meeting you Curse, I'm Alfred. Alfred Pennyweather. Unfortunate name eh? Me dear old mum weren't the kindest of ladies."

P E T E R   P A N

{ but like a joke, i am left alone }

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[Trident]

OOC: Sorry that I answered late! School has made me quite busy! PS. I may switch the POV from 1st to 3rd person.

It was an interesting morning, the air very crisp and cold.
I rub my hands together to warm them up, remembering how I forgot my jacket that morning.
The night before was a late one. He had gone deep sea fishing with his dad, and they had stayed up late looking for good catch.
They had tried to get some good fish, but it the water had seemed barren, almost like the fish were all dead of a plague.
Very odd. Today was a perfect comparison. It seemed rather busy like always, the air just seemed frozen.
I noticed the coldness of the air as I left the house, to lazy to grab a jacket. Just a 3-quarter sleeved sweater.
I walked through the bitter air, ready for yet another adventure.

     I decide to walk to the fishing pier, remembering how I had woken early. The only thing that I had done to remind father of where I had gone was a note. Satisfying enough. I walk long enough down the pier until i realize something going on. A boy had just stolen someone else's wallet. Not to often does something like that happen in the district. I was curious of what he was off to do, rather than to rat him out on first notice. He acted very strangely, far more than even I ever had. The boy turned and looked at someone, someone who looked quite familiar, but I don't think I had met him before. The boy looked intent on walking straight into the other boy. They ended up both crashing to the ground, and the normal boy had introduced himself as Curse. What an interesting name. Soon enough the other boy responded as Alfred. I walked over to them, wanting to join the fun. A couple people were staring, but I don't mind. 
     "How's the morning guys? I saw you're little accident," I interrupted. "Here. I'll help you. I'm Ryan Graywood. I overheard you're conversation," I paused. " You're Curse, as in the spell, and you're Alfred," he remembered.

OOC: Mine was considerably short compared to both of your's guys. Sorry about that .

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With his current load and his next paycheck intact, he let out a sigh of relief as he turned to the other men. The one he ran into was laughing on the old cobblestone boardwalk, while another bystander came to join the fray. ”I’m Alfred, Alfred Pennyweahter,” The first young man introduced himself as after he pretended to brush off the dust that wasn’t there. Moves like that tend to turn Curse off, trying to hard be never an attractive trait. “Unfortunate name eh? Me dear old mum weren’t the kindest of ladies,” he finished as he flashed another too flawless crooked smile. The air around this Alfred character was a bit too plastic for Curse’s taste. A silver chain sparkles off of his neck; it hangs just above his chest. The other young man added a sense of jubilance to the air as he had claimed his name to be Ryan Graywood, and made the all too common analogy, of his name to a spell.

He was not his sister.

“In many ways yes though if you want a Spell,” her name drawled on with disgust easily rolling of the tongue. “It’s my sister that you’ll be wanting. Not too sure which guy she’s toying with but you’ll find her if you look for the horde of drooling boys.” The bitterness and profound hatred currently directed towards his family was only too easy to cut with a butter knife. Anything reminding him of them was enough to push him over the edge. Those…. Those…….. those little….. ARGH!!!!!!! The anger that flew within Curse’s breast threatened to take over the entire situation. He let his nostrils flare as he pushed back those thoughts back into their fiery hell.

He fell into distant memories. Of his brothers and sisters who fought all time. Yet they knew that they had each other’s back, no how much they pushed each other. Spell was there for him when he was breaking up with Jay; and even though he had insulted her only a day earlier, she was still there. Phoenix and Charm, Ares, and Dragon, and all of his other siblings were always there for each other. Whenever his younger brothers and sisters were picked on he would protect them. Only if it brought their wrath upon him because “they could take care of themselves.”

He looked back at the eyes of the two boys as he massages the bruised muscles of the shoulder he landed on and blinks back into reality. He analyzes the two men in front of him; both men carry their tall lean frames quite differently. This “Alfred” fellow carries himself in the sense of a hero; an erect back, with pride pulsating out of him. His hand shake is firm and strong. The other young man, Ryan, carries himself as a playful youth, with a fun energy dancing around him. He flexes his hand, stiff from being clenched.

“Sorry I got lost for a moment, am I distracting from any plans today?”


(OCC- Sorry that this is late . )