Postby Kiba-kun » Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:47 am
~~~In the October afternoon of the peaceful little town of Cimarron, Kansas a teenager nobody really knows or bothers to get to know, walks out of his local high school. This teenager looks like nobody special, just looks like all the other raving teenagers in the area.
~~~He looks to be about late fifteen or early sixteen and is five feet, seven inches. He is not heavily set nor riddled with muscle. Light blonde hair,
almost turned white, that gives off the seeming appearance of glowing while
in the sunlight that hangs loosely over his always searching hazel eyes. Clad in slightly faded and well worn blue jeans, a simple black t-shirt, combat boots, and a watch on his
right wrist.
~~~One, of many other, things that sets this boy apart from everyone else is his mind. Teachers would disagree based upon his GPA, but delve deeper and you can find what makes this youth unique.
~~~ His mind works on a much deeper level than is normally used by his peers. He has the ability to assess a situation and find all variables to the outcome, re-create scenes from any point in his life, a photographic memory, a certain knack for knowing what people want, knowing how the world and its inhabitants work even in his secluded life and an internal rage that threatens to break down the only barrier holding it in. However, these are not his only attributes. This boy can see what is really out there. The shadows that stalk this world are what he sees.
~~~"Hey!" a voice calls from behind him.
~~~The boy, Liam, as his parents had named him, turns around to meet his caller. A young lady is jogging up to him.
~~~[font=Arial]She looks to about sixteen and stands at about five feet, four inches with black ribbons that plait her braided blonde hair which is styled to hold her eyes in shadow. Fish-net gauntlets run from her middle fingers to her shoulders and meet a black t-shirt that ends at her navel with the words “Move or be Removed.â€
FKA Mythmaster
Why must we be abandoned in times of need?
Do others not see when we yearn for their touch;
An insatiable hunger only they can feed.
Left alone with out their words – fallen into darkness.
Stumbling blindly without their light,
We fall and scream, knowing we've faced too much,
Knowing the only answer is flight.
Flight from the lives we once faced
And the joys and terrors others have brought.
Our time with them, a time of joy and life,
Wonder we all, was it for naught?