Introduction
Girl 1 - Taken by me. :p
Boy 1 - Taken by lilwolfygurl
Girl 2 - Taken by WrittenInSilverInk
Boy 2 - Taken by Mela
Boy 3 - Taken by Faithsangel
Girl 3 - Taken by akjadestar
Boy 4 - Taken by Shudderfox
Girl 4 - Taken by Deadaray
Six out of the eight characters know each other, in fact they all live in "The Firehouse." (It's not really a firehouse, it's just an old building they put a stripper pole in for shits and giggles, and someone said it was "The Firehouse Pole.") The only ones who will be new to all of them at the beginning of the role play is Girl Four and Boy Two. Other than that, everyone living there has been there for a year or more. All of them are 18 - 23, and all of them have some sort of job, illegal or otherwise. Some of them deal drugs, there's prostitution, etc. Some of them might not like each other, but at the end of the day they're family and have each others back. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in OOC.
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Could you?
"That night, you didn't....Did you..." She bit the inside of her lip, making it bleed as she searched for words. "I - we...I don't know." This was not working out well, she should have planned more, she should have had note cards, she should have been prepared. How did people in movies pull this shit off? They just ran up, said it, and there were happy endings all around! If only it had been so easy in real life. As it turned out, nothing in Jessa's life had been going easy. Not one damn thing. She was a starving artist, a musician, working as a waitress, living with roommates just to make ends meet, and now pregnant with a drug dealer's baby. Things weren't exactly a fairy tale, and just once? Just once she wished she could have her happy moment, where all the pieces clicked together, that day where everything just went right.
"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been. When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane." She said, sighing, looking up at him and feeling totally defeated. "I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." That statement was meant more for herself than it was for him. She leaned against a park bench and looked down at the concrete floor. "Zack I'm..." She took a deep breath before finally looking back up at him.
"Zack, I'm pregnant." Finally, the words had come out.
Grey started walking, hands in his pockets. Actually, his appetite had left a few moments ago, when she touched his arm and he decided to hug her. Well, that was kind of short to be called a hug, but whatever he did, he probably should've kept his hands to himself. They were going nowhere, both literally and figuratively. Grey didn't have anywhere to eat in mind, and was really just walking now that his need to eat had left. Plus, he didn't expect to get back together with Emma. Definitely didn't expect her to want to get back with him. But Grey really didn't want to think about that anymore. Every other thought seemed like it was about her; figuring out her thoughts, wanting to curse her out, feeling kind of bad about the situation, blah blah blah. Flipping between confusion, calm, and irritation. He was done with it.
But he kind of wanted to talk. Just sit there and talk about nothing like friends, even if it may never get back to that point. "You said you moved out of your parents house. What happened with that? Where'd you stay?" he asked, not questioningly, just quietly curious about what happened to her after he left. Maybe a little time off from the subject of Colby and their feelings would be better for both of them. He also felt the urge for a cigarette, but Grey was trying, and failing, to set a good example for everyone else in the Firehouse.
"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been." Jess started again. "When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane. I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." She began to ramble. Zack pulled his eyes away from the ground and watched Jessa's face. She was chewing on her lip awful hard, but Zack realized he was fidgeting quite a bit as well. "Zack I'm..." He sucked in a breath as he felt the uneasiness begin to really settle in. The soft voice of the beautiful girl began to tremble which made Zack start to shake a little as well.
And then, those words..."Zack, I'm pregnant." It took a minute to process the words the girl had uttered. Zack stared at her in disbelief. "What?" was all he managed to croak. Pregnant? Wait what, with HIS baby? This was all too much. A billion questions began to swirl in his mind. Was she sure it was his? Did she want to keep it? What if she did? Where would she live? How would she support it? Did she want Zack to be with her to be a father? The questions kept coming as Zack stood frozen. Where did he begin? He couldn't be a father, he wasn't fit to be one, ever, let alone at twenty years old.
He shook his head "Are you positive? What are we going to do, Jess?" was all he could seem to say.
"Yeah, I uh, they kicked me out." She said. Her words were empty, completely void of emotion. Maybe there was finally nothing left. "They weren't too happy that I was pregnant, so they just kind of kicked me out. So, I moved in with Tyler and a few weeks later I had Colby. I came home from the hospital to find a fully stocked nursery in Tyler's apartment, diapers and all. I haven't really talked to my parents since. They didn't even want to meet Colby."
Could Greyson still read her like an open book? Did he still understand her every thought with nothing more than a passing glance? She could hear Colby's screaming laughter coming from the park as they walked away. He didn't have a care in the world, and Emma hoped he never would. She would do anything to protect him, keep him safe. Keep him young.
"What about you? How did you end up here?" she asked looking over at him. She was truly curious, although a little scared to hear the answer. Please, she pleaded, don't let it be a girl.
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On the bright side, Zack had said more than one word to her. She just wished it wasn't because of the circumstance they were in at the moment. "I'm use to doing things on my own. This won't be that much different." She smiled and let out a half hearted laugh, attempting to be her usual self. Normally she put on a smile and was happy. It wasn't always genuine, but it was better than feeling like she was right now - feeling broken, defenseless. "We'll be fine. After this conversation you won't have to worry about a thing and we can go back to the way it was before." Her fake smiled faltered for a moment. The thought of being ignored again wasn't great, but some things were out of her control.
She was shaking, it felt like her legs were turning into jello, but she managed to stay standing. She was scared, her entire world was falling apart and so were the defenses she had set up for herself. She was breaking or she was already broken. It was getting hard to tell the difference. "I told you. That's all I had to do. Don't freak out about it. By this time tomorrow there won't be anything to freak out about anyway. So."
Greyson shrugged his shoulders, "I just wanted a change of scenery, you know?" He looked down at her for a second, then back ahead. "I rode the bus until my cash ran out, walked, hitch-hiked a little. I eventually ended up in The Firehouse. And I wasn't the first one there, but we're all screwed up in one way or another, so I fit right in." He half smiled a little, thinking about them all. His family. Not by blood, but they were all so close. Funny, he thought. It felt like they were all drifting, slightly. Between personal drama and a few too many beers, it was like they were each slowly finding their own path to self-destruction. Still, he knew they all cared for each other. With that in mind, Grey wondered if he should introduce Emma, let alone tell them about his new situation. Like with meeting Colby, it would probably be best to wait until they, he and Emma, were on better terms.
"And your friends? Neither of them kept in touch?" Grey asked, feeling like it was his turn to ask another question. He would've thought Emma's friends would call, want to know about Colby or something.
What had he asked again? Something about her friends. She desperately wanted to change the subject away from the past 30 seconds. "Most of them were supportive. They googled things for me to help figure everything out and they even threw me a baby shower. I guess we kind of just lost touch a little bit after Colby was born because I couldn't go out as much. I had to work and they didn't. I had a baby to take care of, they didn't." Her friends and tried to stick around, but things had just been so crazy in the beginning. Emma wasn't ready to have a baby, and her friends didn't know how to help her. After a while, she just kind of drove them away. More people in her life she drove away.
"You're not screwed up you know." She said softly. He'd had his fare share of problems, but who hadn't? I'm his problem. "Are you happy?" Emma asked earnestly. She hoped he was. Someone should be.
Suddenly, she spoke up again. Good. Might as well kill all and any odd silence between them. Honestly, he felt like if the conversation didn't keep moving, it would fall apart completely. And he wasn't surprised about the outcome with her friends and all. It's hard to keep up with someone who was also trying to keep up with a kid. And work. And being forced into adulthood because of one decision. Then again, it takes two to make a dumb decision like that. Should he feel guilty? Nah. He knew the answer to that one. Can't feel bad for what you didn't know about, right? Right?
Her last two statements caught him off guard. Well, maybe he wasn't flashing his faults like a badge anymore, but the inside might not have been as golden as he'd portray it. However, Greyson couldn't focus on that thought. It actually felt... nice to hear someone say that. He looked down at the ground for a second, then around him, not sure how to return that. And was he happy? "Yeah... I'm happy," he answered out loud, his voice as even as ever. That wasn't necessarily a lie. He had friends, a place to stay, a steady job. Hell, he even had his own stray dog he'd feed whenever he crossed paths with the dog. He wasn't unhappy in the least. But, it's not the same kind of happiness you get when you're not caring about anything, only that one girl who stole your heart and your future, if you had one.
Greyson quickly turned to look at Emma. "Are you happy?" he asked, not meaning to snap the question back the way he did, but it suddenly felt important.
"Look" Zack started shifting his eyes away from her. "You know... that I suck at shit like this, talking about shit I mean..." Zack could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He understood Jess wanting to abort the child, neither of them were prepared for this sort of thing. He was twenty and she was eighteen, barely an adult. He was an addict, he couldn't provide for a child, fuck, he was high that very moment. The feeling of the withdrawl along with the swirling emotions made Zack feel nauseated. "But I just...want you to know, you...you don't have to go alone...I don't want you to, it's my.." Zack fumbled over the word "kid too, ya' know?"
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"You're about as good at this shit as I am, babe." She tapped the ashes off the cigarette, shrugging her shoulders. Jessa's parents had sucked at being a "mom and dad," and they had had loads of money. She could only imagine what a shifty job she would do with nearly no money and her own drug addictions to deal with. Hell, she popped pills at every chance she got. Both prescription and illegal. Her head snapped up when he said she didn't have to be alone. "You don't need to do that." She wasn't sure if she wanted him to go, what if she freaked out? Or cried? Or God forbid, what if she didn't go through with it because some protesters went all Juno on her ass?
It's my kid too, ya'know? She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying after she had just pulled herself together. She took another drag, hoping the smoke would be a big enough distraction from the tears in her eyes. "It's just a baby." She said, attempting to sound nonchalant but her voice had cracked.
"I'm happy too." She said. Emma could feel the tears coming on again as she realized just how untrue it was. Providing for Colby consumed her life. She'd lost her family, her friends, Greyson. Even Tyler was starting to get tired of coming home to a "bachelor pad" filled with dirty clothes and smelly diapers. He wouldn't admit it, but Emma knew that was his main reason for pushing her to find Greyson when she suggested it. On top of all that every single word that had come out of her mouth today had been wrong, and now she was fucking up Greyson's life too. She could feel everything coming apart at the seems.
Pull yourself together Emma!
"I'm glad you're happy here. You deserve to be happy." Emma said as she looked back up at him. She hoped the tears were gone. The last thing she needed was for him to think she was weak.
How had it gotten to this? This was one of those conversations she had seen in movies, where the exes run into each other at the end of the movie and realize how much better their lives were without each other. Only Emma's life wasn't better without Greyson. Was he realizing just how much better his life was without her? Emma closed her eyes, trying to make the thought go away. It didn't work though. The thought couldn't go away. He's better off without you. she thought to herself.
But family is family, huh? You shouldn't leave anyone out in the cold like that.
She was glad he was happy? Were they both pretending to be grateful for each other's happiness so the other wouldn't see past their walls? It sure felt like it, like they felt obligated to say it back. Did Grey say it at all? He remembered thinking it, but couldn't remember if he'd told her. There was the possibility she assumed he felt the same thing. However, Greyson wasn't even sure what he felt. Either way, he shrugged out a half-hearted, "thanks," and wondered whether or not he deserved to be happy.
"I don't think anyone deserves to be happy," he looked at the random people they were passing by on the street, "You just kinda have it or you dont." He felt it was true. Look at all the shit human beings do to screw up their lives and the lives of those around them. No one really deserved happiness, but it was cool if you could find it on your own. Be it in a hobby, a pet, a party, a drug... a person.
"But, uh, I'm," - how was he suppost to word this? - "I think you're a pretty good person for sticking through all that. Raising Colby by yourself and working, and stuff, and finding ways to be happy despite that." He paused. "Not that kids don't bring you happiness or whatever. You know what I'm getting at."
She'd been thinking it all along. She wouldn't have had to raise Colby by herself if she hadn't cut Greyson off. They could have just been one big happy family. Right? Sure he would have been nervous about raising a child, but they would have had each other to lean on. They could have been a team. Instead they were stuck on opposites sides of an impenetrable wall. How could they work anything out with their guards up on high alert? Maybe that was the point. Maybe Greyson didn't want to work things out.
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In the meantime, Aspen got up to her feet and decided to take a relaxing stroll by the river to have a bit of peacefulness, she knew she needed it.
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He wouldn't call this dreaming, he could still think about his thoughts about this cancer thing and how it will effect everyone that loves and cares him. He'll beg the differ that he will tell, because, he wasn't goin to bring their lives down, they all were going through enough without him making it worse. What they don't know won't hurt them but, they would hurt him, if he didn't tell the others he would die from that curable disease. He would die than get anything from anyone, they could keep their money to theirselves, he didn't want to live anyways.
Everyone deserves at least a little peace, except for some one screwing it up with their pain and a long boring sob story. The only person he told was Aspen, he could trust her he hopes. He didn't know why he never noticed her caring hand before, he hoped he could still trust her by the time his life would end. Well, from the beginning he always had.
Speaking of the devil, her next words were so in tune with his thoughts, it sort of startled him; “Do you sometimes feel like I’m cheating on you?” Uh oh, his mind immediately peeped, alarmed. "Huh?" he just said, buying himself some time to think. This was a question he'd dreaded every hearing her ask, especially because he didn't know quite how he should reply. He could say no, but then she'd assume he didn't care enough about her, and besides.. it would be somewhat a lie, and Luke hated lying. Then there was the yes option, but that would make him seem like the possessive boyfriend who got easily jealous, and tried to control his girlfriend. Though saying yes wouldn't be entirely true either. There was absolutely no way of winning here.
So in stead of answering her actual question, Luke answered with one of his own, "wait... why do you ask?". He actually wanted to know. It seemed so random, and he was always curious as to what went on in her head. He let her out of his embrace and took her hand in stead, leading her towards the couch with him. Then he sat, pulling her down onto his lap, arms wounding loosely around her waist again.
"I was just saying, you're a pretty good person for staying with our kid even when I was gone, instead of putting it up for adoption or killing it," he restated, simple as that. It had nothing to do with their relationship, or what she'd done to him. It was about her and Colby, nothing more was meant by it. "Don't think so much into it," Grey added quickly, turning his neck to look behind him only to find the park out of sight. How far had they walked, forgetting about a sense of time until this moment?
Or was it Grey who didn't want to put much thought into what she said? How could you possibly say I'm a 'good person' after all of that? It seemed like it deserved more of an answer than Grey was willing to give. "I don't understand why you'd think so bad of yourself because of a few mistakes. You came back, didn't you? You tried to fix the situation, at least." He was still unsure why she came back, but they were both trying. That had to count for something.
He wondered why he was trying to build up a chick who'd torn him down in the past.
She had so many responses to what he said. The first thing that came to mind was 'yeah the situation i created'. 'I came back and screwed everything up even more for you'. No more of that though. She tried to think of why she had come. There had been a reason, and it sounded good at the time. Something about Colby having two parents. That wasn't it though. The real reason Emma had come back: Greyson.
She shrugged, "I just kind of thought you had a right to know, you know? He's your son too." She put a little extra emphasis on the 'he'. Why had Greyson referred to Colby as 'it'? Emma didn't want to make a big deal about it though, no more monologues for her.
The thoughts that had been destroying her before had calmed down a little. She wondered if her and Greyson could ever be friends again. It was pretty clear he wasn't interested in ever being anything more than friends again, but friends? That seemed like a battle for another day. Especially considering how poorly today had gone so far. All she had done so far was butcher the announcement, blame him for her mistakes, and throw a sob story out there for the world to hear. Stop it.
What should she ask next? There were plenty of boring catch-up questions left on the table, that would probably be a good place to start. "So, what's there to do around here?" she asked with a smile.
"Look, I'll come with you...if you need me too. I don't wanna fuck shit up anymore than I have." Zack sucked from the glowing stick again. He was sincere but he wasn't sure if he could go through with this to be honest. He couldn't think about this shit right now. He needed to escape, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights. He promptly shifted his gaze to the ground. "I was on my way somewhere actually. I don't wanna leave right now, but...I can't...right now...I just need some time, to think." He caught the sight of the city bus appearing down side of the road. "Look, I'll see you later" was the only thing he could think of to say before quickly dashing of towards the bus stop near-by.
The sweat began to drip from his face as his long legs carried him as fast as they would allow. It was warm outside this time of year, but Zack always wore an extra layer. He started to regret his decision as stopped at the bus stop right as the bus pulled up to the curb. The boy was panting hard now, his hair damp underneath his hood, the cigarette still burning brightly in his hand. He quickly tossed the smoke and quickly boarded the bus not bothering to look behind him. Fuck, what a stupid thing to do, Jessa probably though he was a coward. No wonder she didn't want to keep the baby, it would be the spawn of a lowlife coward. Zack made his way to the back of the bus and slumped in a vacant seat resting his head on the cool metal bar. A baby, why me? Why now? "Fuck!" Zack's voice echoed. A few surprised heads turned to stare at him but he didn't care. How was he supposed to react? All he knew was he felt like he was going to collapse.
It was only about four blocks away from where the bus had departed but Zack made his was to the doors and quickly exited. His destination wasn't far from here and his stomach couldn't take the motion from the bus. Zack hurriedly made his way down any alley near-by and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into a garbage can. The smell of vomit filled the small confines of the alley way as Zack's legs struggled to hold his body upwards. Panting was the only thing he could do before slowly wiping his mouth with his sleeve and wobbling behind old apartment buildings. There was only one thing on his mind now and he wasn't going to stop for anything to get it.
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Eventually she found herself walking, she didn't know how far she had gone or where. She just kept walking. She watched the town pass before her eyes, houses, businesses, more houses, more businesses. And then she saw it, her last name written on the front of a ritzy looking building; The Van Zandt Hotel. The building had beautiful architecture, decorations of white and gold, a beautiful fountain in the middle of the lobby. How is it that a place with such horrible memories, look like the gateway to heaven? Things are never what they seem, she supposed. She watched the top floor, knowing that her nightmares waited for her, and knowing she would never willingly return to them. It was almost funny, how out of place she looked here, when it was her blood family that owned the damnable thing.
"Could I help you, miss?" The doorman asked, eyeing her curiously.
"I'm fine...just remembering," She replied still staring through the doors.
The man clearly thought she was mad, but left her alone after that. She left shortly after and continued to walk until she found herself back where she began. She pulled out her cellphone (clearly it was one of those cheap "pay as you go" phones), and dialed the number to the clinic. With every ring her heart beat faster and faster.
"City Health Clinic, how may I help you?" An upbeat woman's voice answered.
"Uh..yeah. My name is Jessa Van Zandt. I need to terminate my pregnancy." And that was that. The appointment was set, now it was a matter of if she would show up and who would go with her. Even if Zack was a no show, she'd need someone there in case of a medical emergency. According to the nurse it was the hospital policy.
Tomorrow. 4 pm. She texted Zack. There, now there was an official time and maybe he could calm down...if it really bothered him that much at all. The only problem was the doubts and what if questions forming in her head. Could she really go through with this? Could she squash the little life growing inside her? She found her way back to the Firehouse, feeling more alone than ever.
"The real fun is what you come up with yourself. Of coarse, I think traveling out of here is where the real action is at. As soon as you get away, all the fun stuff pops up," Grey nodded, motioning out in front of him. It wasn't necessarily a short walk, but he knew where some cool places were. What to do that was local, though?
"If you ever have the time, we can get out of here, and I can show you some cool stuff."
"That sounds like fun." She said, smiling up at him. A real smile, not a forced one. Emma wasn't sure if he meant it or not, but she was hoping for the best. Maybe hanging out here and there could make things easier with deciding on how to move forward with Colby. It would probably be worse for him to watch her and Greyson fight than it would be for him to never meet Greyson at all. Things were starting to look up today.
Emma took her phone out of her pocket as it started to buzz loudly. A picture of Tyler popped up on the screen above his name. "Hey Ty, what's up?" she said cheerily. Her smile faded quickly though. All she could here in the background was Colby screaming crying.
"Emma?" Tyler said, his voice was calm, unnaturally calm.
"Yeah, Tyler, what's going on?" Emma said. She was trying to stay calm, but Colby's voice was making that nearly impossible. It tore into her, almost as if she could feel his pain.
"Em could you come back to the park? Colby fell off a swing and- no, no it's okay ma'am, we don't need any help, thank you though- Emma, you still there?" Tyler said as another of Colby's wails came through.
Emma was already walking back towards the park, "I'm on my way." She put her phone back in her pocket and sped up a little. Crap she thought as she saw Greyson out of the corner of her eye. "Colby fell off a swing and he's freaking out." She said. If he wanted to come he could, if not he didn't have to. Emma didn't have time to wait around for an answer though, so she didn't ask. She was walking as fast as she could. Tyler hadn't actually said what was wrong, just that Colby fell off a swing. Was he seriously hurt? Should she be calling an ambulance or something? Her pace hastened as the possibilities flew through her mind. There were way too many of them.
As soon as the park came into view, Emma's eyes locked on Colby. There were people standing around staring. She could see Tyler looking right at her. "Colby sweetheart!" Emma said, kneeling on the ground next to him. He buried himself in her embrace, his wails slowing to hiccups. The onlooking parents turned their attention back to their own children as Emma examined Colby. He didn't look too hurt, with the exception of a large cut extending the length of his left arm. There was a whole lot of blood. "Let's go get this cleaned up." She said as calmly as she could, standing up and scooping him up into her arms.
He made his was towards a worn-down apartment building that appeared to have been built sometime in the early seventies. He halted at the front door and rang the buzzer. A crackled voice came from the barely working speaker. "What?" was all the voice said.
"It's me." The sound of buzzer rang and the old red door clicked open. Zack opened the door and proceeded to climb down a flight of stairs. The walls of the building still had tacky wallpaper that was peeling at every edge and graffiti covered each wall down the dimly lit hallway. Zack ducked his head underneath the ceiling to a door which he then knocked on. A woman from the other side open the door enough for her to peer outside and unlock the chain restraining the door.
"Hey doll!" the woman beamed at him before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I was wondering where you've been." The woman ushered him inside the tiny apartment. Zack made his way through the apartment, trying not to step on the strewn items that lay on the floor, over to the bedroom.
The woman appeared in the room as well and closed the bedroom door behind the pair and locked it. The woman looked as though she was in her late twenties, with long auburn the fell over her shoulders. Her dull green eyes had darkened circles underneath and her skin gaunt and adorned with many scars along her arms. She wore a white tank top that exposed her bony midriff and pink underwear that sat on her hips. She made her way over to a dresser in the corner of the room while Zack plopped down on the edge of the bed and pulled his hood back.
"Look Marl," Zack started turning his head towards the woman, "I need some of that good shit, now."
"Rough day doll?" Marl asked as she handed Zack an eight-ball of cocaine.
"Like you wouldn't fucking believe." Zack replied as he went over to the small table and started to chop the substance.
"You look pretty bad, withdrawl?" the woman asked before wrapping her arms around him. Zack nodded as he made the powder into small lines. "Oh! I almost forgot, I guess we could use some straws huh?" Marley said as she left the room without waiting for a reply. Zack suddenly felt the vibration in his pocket. He yanked out his phone and flipped it open. Tomorrow. 4 pm. was all the message read. He paused for a moment before snapping the phone shut and shoving it back into his pocket. Marley returned with two stubby straws in hand. She handed one to Zack and kept one for herself as she let him take the first hit. His body was suddenly filled with the overflowing feeling of relief. He exhaled deeply and flopped onto the bed while his friend proceeded to do a line. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out the cell. His fingers ran over the keys at an alarming speed before he hit the send button. I'll be there, promise. 4pm, the time was now imprinted in his mind.
By the time his mental should I or should I not rant had fizzled out, Emma was almost out of sight, and definitely close to the park by now. Grey jogged on over there, biting his lip. He wasn't a total monster; he hoped the kid - darn it, their kid - was alright. Although, crying like that didn't happen when a kid was alright. Grey weaved through the few people in his way and made it to the park just in time to see the crowd fall back and Emma pick up a crying Colby. There was blood running down the boy's arm, and a good deal of blood on the ground. A cut like that shouldn't be left to bleed, he thought.
But he stopped, again, at the opening of the fence leading into the park. Colby wasn't shrieking crying anymore, now just hiccuping. It really wasn't as bad as it seemed, he figured, looking at the cut and thinking that must equal getting beheaded on two-year-old terms. And it did make him tilt his head to the side a little as she hugged and held the boy. A little crying really couldn't kill him. It'd just toughen him up, right? Keep him from being a mama's boy in the end. He'd probably mention it to her later, but that seemed irrelevant right now. Grey walked over to the three. "The hospital isn't too far off, but you're welcome to come inside and wash it off. We've got some bandages in there," he offered, his voice pretty level. And it really wasn't hard to achieve that. Grey motioned towards the Firehouse, now empty unless not everyone had left. For all he knew, everyone could be back inside. Still, the kid was hurt, and it seemed rude not to offer whatever assistance Grey could.
"It's okay, he's not a stranger." Emma said, putting Colby back on the ground. "Are you sure you don't mind? What if your friends are there?" She asked.
A little blonde boy in a bright blue shirt came running up, almost tripping when he tried to stop. "Woah!" he yelled excitedly, pointing to Colby's arm. "Are you gonna need stitchies?" the little boy asked. Colby looked a little confused so the boy went on. "You know, stitchies! When you fall and then they sew you back up like a teddy bear!" Emma hadn't even considered stitches. It couldn't be that bad, right? No, not if he had already stopped crying. A woman who appeared to be in her late-twenties called the boy over. Apparently his name was Ryan. "I gotta go, by Colby!"
Colby smiled and waved with his uninjured arm as the boy ran back to his mom. "I don't want to be a teddy bear." He said shaking his head in an exaggerated manner.
"I don't think you will be, sweetie." Emma said, directing him towards the park's exit. Regardless of where they went to clean him up, the first step would be leaving the park. She realized she still hadn't introduced Greyson yet. "Colby, this is..." Emma's voice trailed off. She hadn't gotten a chance to ask Greyson how he wanted to be introduced. Would he want Colby to call him dad? She glanced at Greyson, hoping he would pick up on her thoughts and introduce himself.
Luckily Colby took control first. "Hi, I'm Colby!" he said with a huge smile.
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Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.
Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.
Add Quest » Quests
You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.
Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in
Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.
Navigation
While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!
Add Group » 0 Factions to align with
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Collectibles
By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.
Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name
(case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name
to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.
Mobs
Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!
Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Outcast Boulevard. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
No items have been created yet!
The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
Open Stores
View All » Add Character » 9 Characters to follow in this universe
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Zack Turriff
"Just shut up and toss me another smoke."
Skyler Gateway
Can't keep going on like this. I don't know how much more pain I can take.
Jessa Van Zandt
"It's just another chapter in my life I'd really like to skip."
Trending
Zack Turriff
"Just shut up and toss me another smoke."
Skyler Gateway
Can't keep going on like this. I don't know how much more pain I can take.
Jessa Van Zandt
"It's just another chapter in my life I'd really like to skip."
Most Followed
Jessa Van Zandt
"It's just another chapter in my life I'd really like to skip."
Skyler Gateway
Can't keep going on like this. I don't know how much more pain I can take.
Zack Turriff
"Just shut up and toss me another smoke."
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Outcast Boulevard
1 ... 5, 6, 7by fauxreality on Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:06 pm
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Outcast Boulevard
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Again, so sorry for disappearing .xx
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That's the reason I don't have a "Post once a day" rule. :)