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    1. Your Waifu

      Your Waifu

      Lit, fam. Seriously though, great song man!

  2. Dewey eyes were glued to the ceiling. He was fairly certain he was looking at the ceiling at least. He wasn't entirely sure, though, it was too dark to tell. In fact, it was too dark for him to know whether or not he was closing his eyes or not. It was probably midnight or maybe a little bit past that, then. He wanted to check, but in honesty, he wasn't actually even sure if he was opening his eyes. For all he knew he could've just been dreaming still, conscious only through a dream. That thought annoyed him. He rather enjoyed the act of sleeping precisely because of the fact that he didn't have to be conscious through it. It was like a temporary death, and as morbid as it soundded, the biggest disappointment of sleep is that is was temporary. He rocked his head to the left. Still nothing but an all consuming darkness clouded his vision. Was this how blind people felt? It'd certainly been an interesting situation, no doubt, but it wasn't very practical. He supposed that's why they're considered handicapped. The obviousness of the thought slipped his mind as he was thinking about it. He spent a couple more minutes contemplating the idea of blindness, deafness, and various other physical defects in order to keep his mind occupied. There wasn't really any substance to his thoughts, but as long as they kept him busy he was fine. "I suppose if I was to be disabled, I'd rather be blind, though." He said after careful consideration and deliberation. He had thought that he'd rather not go deaf because he quite liked music. He wasn't very keen on the idea of being mute because of a certain line he'd heard that terrified him for some reason. The line was (he remembered vividly, owing to how strongly it impacted him) "I have no mouth, but I must scream." It was on a video about this small game by the same title, but the thought of such a torment messed with his fears. He rather liked being able to scream in times of great distress. If he was unable to let it out every now and then, then he'd likely off himself by now. He likened the process to that of a balloon, should it be filled with too much air (stress) then it would pop. It you let some air out every now and then, then you could probably postpone the popping by a fair amount. He stopped for a moment after thinking about that. What was he on about again? He tried to retrace his steps and figure out what the initial thought was, before remembering the idea of being mute and figuring out why he'd chosen blindness. If he was blind, then all he would miss out on was the beauty of the world. That wasn't much of a problem, well to him it wasn't. A fair amount of his troubles stemmed from the fact that he wasn't necessarily the most attractive man in the bunch, so whenever he saw something beautiful, he felt a strange envious resentment. Even for little things that he found to be gorgeous, like a blooming flower, a small puppy, generally anything that attracted one's eyes was reason enough to be jealous. If only something could ever look at him with the same zest, the same attraction, the same feeling of admiration that comes from looking at something pretty. Instead he was given the face of an old man despite the fact that he was only 23. He had bags upon bags under his eyes, (a result of genetics and not sleep deprivation, which he, oddly enough, also happened to have) a sickly pale skin tone that many believed to the result of albinism or not going out, and a very prominent light blue hue in his eyes. Even his former girlfriend described his face as a reanimated corpse before. He agreed, owing largely to the fact that he often thought the same thing everytime he gazed upon a mirror. Thinking about it now, he actually hated everything that revolved or even remotely touched upon the image of beauty. It was only natural. He, so disgusting and rancid that even the slightest gaze of him would haunt one for years, absolutely despised the idea of attractiveness. He was its antithesis. A human being so unnaturally formed that one could place him into a zoo and still find him to be the oddest of the bunch. He wasn't human. He had the mind and the heart of one, but his body always suggested otherwise. He was too skinny, too meek, and much too bleached to even be considered one of them. He stood on the edge of humanity, and for whatever reason always treaded lightly in fear that someone would spot him invading their sacred grounds. He was a stain on what had been, at least thus far, a rather fair civilization. He probably wasn't the only one who thought this way though. Sometimes he would daydream of a group of people, much like him, who haven't lost their way but simply weren't part of that particular herd to begin with. He'd imagine a small society, probably not even technologically advanced, but full of people just like him who couldn't fit into the "norm." He wouldn't even mind how primitive it was. No amount of convenience could ever substitute the feeling of belonging and place. That's all anyone had ever wanted, wasn't it? That's why he got a partner in the first place. Granted, it was she who made the first move, apparently mesmerized by the strange look in his face, but he accepted likely due in part by the feeling of loneliness that had engulfed him years before. She was just a means for him to cure this lifelong symptom that only increased upon getting together. It wasn't like they didn't have good days, though. For the first week or so, everything was fine. They were so in love that they kissed at the end of the first week, which was something Dewey recalled being incredibly shocked (but admittedly happy) by. From then on, though, she seemed to have lost interest. She became distant and the two only ever really talked when they were alone together. They didn't stay for long. She had a promising future as a writer and Dewey was still working at a supermarket down the street. They enjoyed each other's company when they were alone, (well, he did at least) and the two only very rarely went out to do something. Those were rare occasions, as he had to be very careful in scheduling a time when she wasn't busy and not tired from her work. She still loved him during those times though. He was sure of it. Although he spent a fair amount of time agonizing over how she was doing and how to cheer her up, she was always capable of helping herself, but often felt the need to reassure Dewey that she had not stopped loving him. She was sweet, and Dewey was madly in love with her. Far more in love with her than she had ever been with him. This often made him anxious. His worry wasn't an unfounded matter either, in fact she had told him rather bluntly that she had been attracted almost entirely by the fact that she reminded him of Holden Caulfield. They both wore hunting hats, and he apparently had this look in his eyes that drew her in. It was quite possibly the only time he'd ever been proud of his looks, but upon the realization that he could barely hold a conversation with her, he began to hate anything he'd ever once seen as beautiful. His looks were but a veil to the chasm underneath, and she would no doubt be disappointed upon realizing what kind of man he was. This, for certain, was the root cause behind the lagging of their relationship after their first week, and he could never really forgive himself for that. Even now, he could barely stand looking at pictures of her without feeling guilty. He had misled her into staying with a man who bore no real substance simply by having a face that did. Since then, he had a significant amount of trouble liking anything even remotely attractive- there was certainly nothing more underneath. His alarm went off. The buzzing sounds didn't wake him up any more than he had been, and simply functioned as a nuisance. He looked over to his phone which was now rumbling with far more life than he had left in him, and extended an arm to turn it off. A few taps in a few places was all it took to silence the noise. He'd repeated this process over so many times that he didn't even have to look in order to do it, regardless of the phone's orientation at any given moment. Then he grabbed the phone from its place and checked the screen. It was 6AM. Looking out at the window, which was now only very dimly lit by his phone's screen, he noticed that it was still pitch black outside. If he hadn't known any better, he would've probably believed it to be midnight and drift off back to sleep. Such was the problem with places like this, he thought. It was only a few moments ago that he was wondering if it really had been midnight, too, but upon further examination began to wonder how long he'd actually been thinking. He'd never know. He didn't check his phone to find out when he awoke, so he wouldn't have anything to compare. It didn't really matter, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't feel a little proud about thinking for a few hours straight. It sure felt like he did, at least. WC: 1657
  3. "It's over." The words traveled silently through the cold air. Dewey kept his eyes on the ground and listened to the sound of her footsteps trudging through the snow as she made her way away from him. There wasn't anything that needed to be said. Everything was conveyed through those two simple words. He didn't blame her though. This was an inevitability. In fact when they began going out four years ago he'd often make jokes to his friends about how long it'd take for her to realize her mistake. He was protecting himself from this very moment. This painful, sad moment when you're left standing there all alone to wallow in your own self-pity. He was ready for it, for the most part at least. Admittedly he was now struggling a little bit. There was this familiar pain in his chest that often appeared whenever he was left alone by himself and left to contemplate his own existence- this pain resurfaced now and seemed a little bit stronger than it had normally. It wasn't that big of a deal. This sort of pain was something he was used to, just a quick tightening of his heart and it'd relieve itself in no time. He kept such thoughts to himself as he coped with the heartbreak. Although he was certain this moment would come, the anticipation of its arrival only seemed to hasten it. It was only now that he began thinking of what he'd do with her provided he had more time. He'd like to take her out to a nice dinner, maybe just a casual stroll in the park and they'd talk about all sorts of meaningless, trivial things. Perhaps he'd, just one more time, enjoy the warmth she provided him when they were in bed and embraced each other to stave off the cold. Those moments were probably when he was happiest, he thought. Pretty soon the sky began shifting into an orange hue. Dewey looked up and thought the sky looked a bit lonely, but that was probably just an inverted feeling turned outwards. He wasn't sure. He would often use big words to sound smart, but all in all, even he knew he was a rather stupid person. Messing things up on a minor scale was something to be celebrated for him- it was the major ones that he was so afraid of doing again. He was a real screw up actually. He'd often joke about how he'd miss if he tried to throw something at the ground because of how terrible at everything he was. It was a pretty funny joke to his friends, and somehow their amusement at his inherent lack of ability made him feel a bit better about his situation. Currently though, the earlier pain was somehow persisting, despite how hardened he was sure he had already made his heart. This wasn't much anyway. It was just a momentary sadness in his life, there would surely be worse situations farther down along the line. But somehow this aching feeling persisted. While earlier it just felt like a rather painful sting, it had since faded into a sort of small twinge that surfaced every now and then, like a broken bone that continued to ache past the initial pain of its fracture. "It's just a temporary pain." He held this thought deep within him to try to lessen the grief. It always happened to work in moments of great emotional distress. Worse come to worst, if the pain became bad enough to the point where it was intolerable, then he could very easily commit suicide. There was a bridge that was rather high up nearby, the fall would surely kill him should be attempt it. He didn't have a gun, but he was rather certain he could just go to a shooting range and borrow one, but then aim at his head when he was there. It'd probably be a bit embarrassing though, he thought. Plus he'd ruin everyone's day, and he didn't like being too much of a bother. Perhaps a rope and a stool was the best way to go. It'd be pretty quick- and cheap too! But he'd have to buy it in separate areas or else someone would suspect something. He probably wouldn't be able to lie his way out if they did. Then again, he'd read somewhere before that sometimes the rope wouldn't snap your neck immediately, but instead it'd leave you hanging there, choking to death. That sounded pretty painful, and he wasn't really the kind of guy who liked pain. Perhaps that's why he wasn't very big on the idea of living. Well, it wasn't really his fault, he thought. He didn't necessarily want to be born. He never stood in front of God, if there was a God, and asked him that he be granted life. He was kind of just popped out into a world where he couldn't belong. Maybe in another life he could've lived a bit better. He'd hate to mess up again. "...." How long had he been standing there? The orange glow was soon receding into an ever encompassing darkness, and pretty soon Dewey was standing all alone in a blanket of snow in the dark. This would have probably been a great moment for a picture- a lone man standing in the darkness to contemplate the meaning in his life- but he happened to leave his camera and phone at home. He wasn't sure he needed it anyway, she only asked him that he go outside, a little bit of a ways behind his house, to tell him something. Had he known what she would've said, well he probably wouldn't have done anything different. If anything, he felt kind of relieved that she had ended it. At least this way he wouldn't cause her any more trouble. He was even pretty certain that this was what she was going for, she'd been pretty distant as of late anyway. He tried to muster up a smile for her, gracious that she'd finally decided to move on from this slow chapter of her life, but to his dismay his lips wouldn't move. It felt like a large weight was placed on his cheeks and they were dragging down his mouth into a mournful frown. He didn't want to, he just did. It'd been a while since he'd felt this sad, this empty.... This lonely. Sighing to himself and resigning to the isolation, he made his way back to his house. Although the snow wasn't very thick, every step he took somehow felt heavy, it was probably just the result of a long day. It hadn't taken him long to get back home. Thankfully their meeting point was in walking distance, as they lived rather close to each other. In fact, it was only three fourths of a mile from his house to her's, and he could make it there pretty quickly in the summers if he ran. All that really separated them was the distance (his backyard was only limited by a fence that was rather unceremoniously erected there, which meant that it was old and worn out, and would likely fall if a stray animal so much as sniffed it the wrong way) and it was filled with practically nothing in between but grass and, occasionally, snow. All they ever had to do to meet each other was to walk a little ways in a certain direction until they saw houses, and so it became their little meeting spot on lazy afternoons when the two of them had nothing to do. It didn't happen often, but he liked to think that they were silently enjoying each others company whenever it did. Little things like that made him treasure their relationship, which was probably the reason why he felt so alone now. Funny, he thought. Almost like how your life flashes before your eyes before you die, it seemed every nice moment they had between them was resurfacing now that it was over. It was a strangely somber feeling, marked only by how empty he began to feel. It didn't hurt anymore, but it felt as though he was no longer whole. Perhaps the earlier pain was just the hole re-emerging from its slot. It was never filled anyway, just a light veil was placed over it that made him forget about it for a while. He opened his back door, carefully closing it so the wood wouldn't crack due to the low temperatures. He took off his boots and headed to the couch, sitting down and looking at a cup of coffee which he'd left behind. Beside it was his phone, which had turned itself off from inactivity, and a magazine for something he didn't really care about. He noticed he did that more often in the last few days. He'd pick up a leaflet or some kind of article and read it despite not really being interested in it. He was probably just trying to cure his boredom, but sure enough it'd always come back with the same force as it always had. He recalled a joke he'd made before about being unsure whether he was depressed or bored, because he didn't want to do anything, but there just might not have been anything to do. He'd repeated the joke over so many times that it'd become a bit stale, but regardless he'd often think of the phrase whenever he was sitting around doing nothing. Much like the current situation. "Anaphora?" He tried to recall the name of it. A small phrase that expressed a deep underlying truth. He had watched a video on it, but all he knew was that it begun with the letter "A," and so he spent the next ten minutes or so trying to remember the word. All he did know was that anaphora was not the term he was looking for. "Aphorism." He said aloud without realizing it. There was this strange sense of accomplishment that filled him despite being nothing more than a trivial task. Little things like this seemed to clutter his day to day, and every morning until night was just a plethora of mental games he'd play with himself before going back to sleep. Currently, this was what happened to cheer him up, however little it might've been. As long as he could distract himself for another month or two, he was happy. It was when he was left alone to do nothing else but contemplate his life were the moments when he felt so insignificant and so useless that death would've been a favor to him. And so he continued living for a little bit more until the night finally took over the earth. Then he simply succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep and nonexistence. WC: 1808
  4. Hey, other than porn, does anyone know a good way to ease crippling loneliness?

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    2. Shiba Isshin

      Shiba Isshin

      dont we all already do that?

    3. Your Waifu

      Your Waifu

      @Molestia Yes, yes I am. I certainly wouldn't feel too lonely after making a porno.

    4. Shiba Isshin

      Shiba Isshin

      with your luck it'll still be a solo movie..lol

  5. Another couple of days passed by and he found himself arriving to work a bit late. His alarm hadn't gone off due to it being unplugged after several times of hitting it when he awoke. Apparently every day he hit it he slowly loosened up the cord until one day it just up and unplugged itself. It probably wasn't a good idea to smack the alarm clock off, but somehow doing it made him feel like a character in a movie or TV show. Small things like that seemed like fun to him nowadays. Otherwise he'd find himself taking a walk or staying inside to watch the Science Channel, those two and the normal essentials for societal life took up much of his schedule. Simply put, he had a good amount of free time. He didn't go to college since he left his parents, he wasn't gonna do any other jobs since the clothing store was the only place close enough to commute to, and everything else was simply too far away. Sometimes though, he'd visit a few friends and just hang out at their place for a while. Most of the time they'd just do things like talk, play some games, and eat a bit. Some of his other friends, ones he met by chance, would occasionally invite him over for more miscellaneous activities. He knew a few aspiring musicians who'd let him come in and listen, sometimes even teaching him how to play an instrument or two. Other times people he bonded with who were "socially successful" but internally depraved would invite him into their humble abode. He'd meet their spouses, sometimes their children, and just have a nice dinner with them. Times like those were ones where Taku truly felt a bit of what he had always been missing: a sense of family. Due to that, he'd practically been an uncle for a fair amount of kids around town. "Taku!! RUN!!!" Jo and Moe (the new employee) stood outside the shop frantically yelling for him to get inside the store. Since it was early and no one was really up during this time (other than parents driving their kids to school) Jo took it upon himself to wave his arms to further emphasize the urgency. There was a strict time policy, after all, a nanosecond after the deadline to arrive resulted in an immediate reprimanding, and Taku wasn't about to let his clean streak go. With a rather awkward push, he tried to move his legs as fast as they could humanly go before stumbling into the store, almost crashing into one of the racks before catching himself. Jo caught up with him with a sprightly stride before pulling his shoulder back enough to help him get his balance. Once he corrected himself, he turned and faced the man, thanking him before being reciprocated with a quick "You're welcome." Since he technically made it inside the store before the clock could prove him wrong, he was off scot-free and proceeded to do his usual early morning ritual: Taking off his jacket and putting his "Hello! My Name is ____" tag on. Leaving the Employee Changing Room, he took a quick look-over at the staff. Some were just walking about, waiting to be picked up by a customer in need, some were working the cash registers, and three others were idling by and talking to each other. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this wasn't something that you were supposed to do, but he really didn't want the responsibility to handing them. It was far too bothersome anyway. "Oh, hey, welcome back!" Jo greeted him with his usual enthusiasm. Taku tried to match it, albeit badly. If anything he just seemed like a tired man pretending to be wide awake- which he was, in retrospect. Oddly enough Jo accepted it as it was and Moe promptly began looking in his direction. It seemed they were talking to each other about something and she only realized Taku's arrival when Jo had brought it up. "Hey Taku." He responded with a simple "Hey" and another wimpy smile. He wasn't feeling too zealous today. "So, anything new?" He said, trying to move the conversation along despite not being very sure where he was going with it. A yawn escaped his mouth a moment after speaking, and only after did they speak. "Eh, nothing much." Jo shrugged, not really helping the chat progress or move whatsoever. Neither of them minded though, not even Moe, but that didn't stop her from helping. "So why are you so late today? "Overslept." He said simply, a bit too tired to respond with a full sentence. "That's it? We thought you got hit by a car or something." He looked at her surprised. She was pretty violent once he got to know her. "Why is that the first thing that comes to mind if I'm late?" Jo chimed in, evidently quite knowledgeable on the subject. "Because you're never late, hell sometimes you come here on holidays when the stores closed." Taku scoffed, remembering the time. It wasn't something he was proud of, obviously, but he acknowledged it nonetheless. "That was one time, and St. Patrick's Day isn't even a real holiday." Moe and Jo both sent a curious look Taku's way. He could almost feel the contempt stabbing him at his sides. "Yeah- It is." The girl replied almost angrily at her superior, apparently really passionate about the Irish celebration. "Then what are we celebrating, then?" They stopped for a moment, evidently stumped by the questions. They were more loving of the fact that it got them off work, and that they could legally assault someone for not abiding to the tradition of wearing green. "Leprechauns?" Jo pitched in again, laughing with uncertainty. "Are you friggin' serious?" Moe had been laughing too, evidently amused by the man's antics. Taku simply snickered, not really overreacting to the joke, but finding it humorous anyways. "Yeah. We get a day off of work all around the world. To celebrate leprechauns. Fuck it, makes sense." Taku inputted sarcastically before they laughed along. Somehow he liked this part of his day.
  6. A week or so had passed by and the young girl seemed to be growing adjusted to her workplace. Having guided her for most of it, Taku had a strange sense of accomplishment whenever he saw her helping out a customer. It wasn't something to hold in too high esteem, but somehow the sight filled him with an overwhelming sense of achievement. Similar to how one would feel after making a soapbox car and winning a race with it. Of course, he held those feelings inside, trying not to show it too much, but it often surfaced on his face whenever they engaged in casual conversation. "You seem awfully happy recently." She said in a disturbed tone. It wasn't one of disgust, but more of a "You're acting weird," kind of way. Evidently Taku did a poor job of hiding his enthusiasm for her progress. "Do I? I always thought I was just positive." She pouted, thinking a bit about the difference of how he normally was and now. There was something amiss about him these past few days, she knew that, the problem was pinpointing it accurately. "Well, you are, but recently you're smiling a little too much. It's kinda creepy, like you're one of those characters that pretend to be nice all the time and then just snap." His eyebrows furrowed at the remark, evidently a bit surprised at the way she chose to describe him. This girl had a weird way of saying things. "Oh come on, I'm not that bad." He scoffed. "If anything I'm just a bit happier than normal." She looked at him with a questionable expression. "A bit happier than normal" obviously meant that something good had happened- and she wasn't the type to let such knowledge go. "Did something happen? You get a girlfriend or something?" Taku smiled at her and laughed through his nose. "I wish." "Oh, well that makes sense." A calm second or so of silence went by before he realized what she meant by that. "Hey! Wait a minut-" "So what happened then? You get a reward or something, employee of the month?" She managed to defuse the situation before Taku fully caught on to her playful insult. Being an extremely passive person, Taku just sighed and answered normally, albeit not honestly. "Nah, something I just got recently. It's pretty cool." He lied through his teeth, unable to formulate anything specific enough. Luckily, it managed to go over her head as genuine, it seems his acting skills were a lot better than he thought. "Is that it..?" She said, not hiding the fact that she was underwhelmed. "I thought some cool big change happened or something." "Pfft. I wish." He spoke happily, a sense of deja vu enveloping him from his words. Somehow these talks of their's were more therapeutic than anything. It kinda gave him the feeling that he wasn't doing too badly despite being an ex-hobo and a runaway. Times like these made him remember he still had purpose, and while vague he at least knew it was there. "So how're things on your end? It looks like you've got everything down pat." She shrugged, a bit uncertain how to answer. On one hand, she felt like she did, but on the other, there was ton of stuff that she didn't know. The simple things that she'd trip up on and have to ask others for. General things like where the shorts were, or where to put clothes that were already used in fitting-rooms. The nitty gritty things that people don't realize need memorizing, that type of stuff was what dragged her down. "Mostly." She lied and placed her hands in her pockets, sighing to herself as if trying to relieve some of the tension. "Anything you need help with or do you wanna figure it out yourself?" He asked politely, adding in a "nice guy" smile to try and make the question easier to answer. "Nah, I'm alright." She nodded to herself without looking him in the eye. Somehow or another the way he asked irritated her, as if asking if she was so bad at the job that she needed help. There was something in her that hated this part of Taku, but somehow the fact that he was looking out for her made that a bit more tolerable. It reminded her of a father, always trying to look out for the kid, but somehow smothering them. She wasn't too sure how she felt about this side of him. "Hm, that's good then." He stopped pushing a bit after noticing she was a bit frustrated. He didn't know why, but somehow he felt like it'd be a lot better if he just let her be- so he did. "So whaddaya think of the staff so far?" She perked up rather quickly at this. It wasn't hard to figure out that she had a lot to say on this topic. However, Taku really just wanted to know about how she felt about Jo. "They're actually pretty nice people, but there are a few that I kinda don't like (hate)..." She didn't actually say the word hate, but it wasn't difficult to see the connotation that laid beneath her words. He wasn't surprised. Besides, he knew exactly who she was talking about. A small trio of girls who needed the money for fashion rather than necessity. They were young, promiscuous, and always going on about gossip. Most of the staff (Taku included) just couldn't adapt to their wavelength, and often times it'd result in some really awkward situations. Deep down, however, he was certain they just wanted some other person to talk to of their troubles. Either that or he was just being optimistic. "Yeah, I think I can guess. Those three, right?" She nodded, they were practically infamous around the office for their antics. "I don't know, for some reason they just get on my nerves so damn much." She clenched her fists and scowled a bit while reminiscing about them. It almost seemed like she hated them a bit too much. Everyone around the store just thought they were a bit obnoxious and distanced themselves, but this was somehow farther than the usual scorn. Maybe she had some sort of trauma with people like them before? "Well... Just try not to worry about them too much. Best to stay away from them." As usual he took the path of calm and least resistance. She, in response, simply loosened up her grip and sighed. "I guess..." WC: 1091
  7. Well, there's Bassie, Miller, Satchmo, and the king of all Sir Duke...

  8. "Haah..." A heavy sigh escaped from him as he made his way to work the next day. He'd been here for a month or two now and because the work was mostly menial and didn't require any training, he found himself rather snug in this little niche. The commute was actually the only bad part. The closest cheap apartments were a good mile or two away, and the fact that he didn't have enough money for a phone, let alone a car, meant that much of his time was spent walking there. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but his limited amount of clothing options was restricted to a jacket in cold days, and no jacket for everything else. In general, it wasn't too dismal. The only arguments that could call it that were ones that stated he didn't have a phone or a laptop, et cetera, and truthfully he was rather content with the small TV he had. Sadly he didn't have enough money to pay for a good channel bundle with the cable company, so much of his free time was spent watching science channels, game shows, and cartoons for toddlers. Of the three, science channels had to be his favorite though, at least they looked interesting. It was far better than Antique Roadshow, that was for sure. "Heeeyy!!! Taku!!" A young man with a small beard on his chin, long brown hair that hung just past the nape of his neck, and droopy eyes called out to him. He was wearing a red shirt with a pocket protector and the store's logo on it, black jeans, and a black and gold hat with some obscure sports team's mascot on it. Taku wasn't necessarily sure who they were, after all he didn't have a sports channel. Instead he just settled on a wave before coming over to greet him. "Hey, what's up?" The man pointed to the inside of the store and smirked a bit. A young girl was the target of his gossip as he put his arm around Taku's neck and pulled him close. "Taku, we got a new employee- and she's a high schooler, dude! He put on an eager expression at that. Truth be told, he didn't know the appeal of high school girls, as much of his own high school life was spent avoiding them. Still, he at least pretended to care, it was the least he could do for a friend. "Are you serious, man?! We gotta get that right away!" He spoke with excitement, a simple inflection in his voice made it sound like he really cared about that type of stuff. Personally, he was more into personality types rather than figures or ages. Call him old fashion, but he was more attracted to brains than body. "You bet your ass we're getting her, but I call dibs." The man's voice was oddly serious at the end of his sentence. It wasn't hard to guess that he had a thing for her, though it was likely superficial if anything. Still, it sounded like an interesting match up. Despite how misogynistic he sounded at times, Jo(a nickname people at work called him) was actually a pretty nice guy. Taku couldn't count all the times where he'd been saved by him. Anytime he'd mess up by angering an ill-mannered customer or get confused when someone with an accent was talking to him, Jo was always the guy convincing management to keep him on board. As stated earlier, pretending to care about whatever he was saying was the least he could do for him. "Haha, alright, alright, I'll keep my distance then." He smirked jokingly as he headed into the store. Taking an immediate left turn, he fetched a key from his jacket and opened up a door labeled "Employees Only." Inside he found a long corridor with two doors on the left and one on the right. At the far end of the hall was another door with a blinking "Exit" sign over it. Sadly the sign had been subject to a few years of nonstop blinking, and by this time the 'x' had gone out, leaving it with an awkward "E it" look come night. He'd seen this scene hundreds of times before, and instinctively headed for the first door on the left labeled, "Men Employees." There a row of lockers stood fixed to the wall, and a few feet away from it was a long stretching bench. There was a bathroom there too, but it didn't have a door and didn't transition well with the locker in any way shape or form. It almost looked like you stepped into Narnia via wardrobe, except you'd probably trade the two in a heartbeat if you could. Ignoring the poorly done bathroom, he took a few steps forward before turning to face one of the lockers. It was the second one from the entrance and had a pretty cheap lock. Anyone could break it provided they had a hammer or something. He began fiddling around in his jacket again for his other key, all the while thinking about getting a key ring once he figured out where to buy them. If worse came to worse he could just be really cheap about it and bend a paper clip into a circle. He wasn't ready to think about that though, besides, where would he even get tough enough paperclips? With these simple thoughts flowing through his head, he managed to locate his key and opened up his locker, nothing really inside other than a small picture of a piano he really wanted to buy and a to do list. Both of which were taped to the inside walls. He removed his jacket now and added an additional item inside of the locker, hanging it neatly on a conveniently placed hook. With that out of the way he shut the locker and made his way outside, a small sticker attached to his red shirt reading "Hello! My name is Taku." Taku, of course, being legibly written in sharpie. This was pretty much a daily routine for him, one that was repeated over and over again until it practically became habitual. It wasn't necessarily boring, but he did have some longing to get a career in something a bit more free. Perhaps a journalist, or a food critic, or some other bullcrap job that requires a lot of moving around. That'd be nice, he thought, before returning to his work. Seeing as all the cash registers were manned and he didn't have much to do, he decided to wander around, helping any customer that happened to call out to him. This was the time where his fellow employees would just talk between each other when management wasn't looking. Sure they were told to move around as much as possible to help anyone in need, but no matter what you did, you couldn't keep people from socializing. Humans are social creatures, after all. "Hm?" He raised an eyebrow as his eyes focused a familiar face. The high schooler that was the subject of his conversation earlier was on standby, fidgeting a bit and keeping her hands close to her chest. Anyone with any form of social awareness could probably tell that she was a bit uncomfortable, so Taku being the good Samaritan he was, walked over to her and asked how she was doing. "Huh? Me?" She turned towards Taku with a mix of surprise and confusion on her face. He hadn't gotten a good look at her earlier, but seeing as he was up close and personal now, he could easily see what Jo saw in her. She was rather short, shorter than him at his pathetic 5'6 and had a pretty petite figure. Her stature was only complimented by her long black hair, draping over her back like a well designed curtain. Conversely, she was wearing employee attire, with the red shirt and black jeans placed well on her. He always wondered why the employees of a clothing store had such unfashionable clothing, but he never really voiced that concern. "Yeah. Are you alright? You look a bit worried." "Do I?" She replied calmly, letting her hands drop to her sides as she straightened up. "Just a bit." Taku said with a smile, warming up to her immediately. He continued. "Is something the matter?" She shook her head, awkwardly smiling to try and match Taku's. It was a good attempt, but it wasn't very convincing. "Nah, I'm fine." He looked at the shrinking violet girl with a skeptical look. It wasn't long before she got uncomfortable and spilled it. "I'm just new here, is all." His face brightened once she said it honestly, perhaps he could be a her for a moment. "In that case, how about I give you a run down of everything here." A small sigh of relief escaped from her nose as she nodded. She seemed okay with the idea. "Sure." WC: 1499
  9. Quick suggestion for KT Could we add a quick description of any landmarks that mark the territory borders? An image and a small description would do.
  10. Fighting games are great.

  11. "..." A strange feeling nagged him as he sat alone and finished his coffee. There was an odd loneliness that replaced the man's presence, but somehow it felt like it took up more space. Unable to deal with the onset of loneliness, Taku stood up, stretching his back a bit as he'd been slouched down for roughly an hour now. His eyes fell instinctively over to the now empty parking space, and for some reason he felt a twinge of sadness. Oddly enough, a small smile surfaced with the feeling. Despite the cold weather of the night, he was undoubtedly warm. "That's enough emotions for me today." He nodded peacefully, as if reassuring himself. With his emotions all bottled accordingly, he turned away from the store and began walking home. While he had a good place to stay, he was certain there was always another one waiting for him, but he was always a bit reluctant when thinking about it. He had left his original home ages ago, so long that he had forgotten how many years he'd been gone. In short, he was a runaway. He'd simply had enough of the life he'd been living before and simply took off. However, he was different in the fact that he had left without regrets. Rather, leaving was probably the best thing he'd ever done. Minus the whole 'evading cops' part of it. Even now he was still being followed, but due to him dying his hair and wearing clothing that, admittedly, weren't common to him, he'd been able to erase their tracks for quite some time. Simply put, in a world where everyone had their sad backstory, Taku was no exception. His story was simply less common. It had started quite a ways back. Roughly twenty one years ago when he had been born. His parents were of an older generation, and their skin was wrinkled with experience. Taku was actually a second child, born to an older couple whose previous child was spoiled and died of an accident. That trauma left the two scared and worried. Scared because they weren't sure if they were good parents in the first place, and worried because they feared it could happen again. In an attempt to remedy their past mistake, they treated Taku roughly. Instead of the outgoing carefree nature of their last child, they opted to have him stay shut in, away from danger and cooped up in the house to study. Needless to say he hated it. He didn't have very many friends, hadn't watched the same shows the other kids watched, and enjoyed different things than his peers. As a result he grew up isolated, having little time for social activities he studied instead, growing even more alone as the years came by. School was an easy path, at least it was until high school. With the sudden inclusion of group work, AP classes, and higher level courses, his grades began to drop steadily. Having little else to show of himself other than grades, he found himself unable to face his parents, much less tell them of his problems. At this, he fell into depression. Months continued on with little progress, his parents questioned him of the sudden decline of his abilities and he responded with tears and shouts. There was little else for him to go now, and with the pressure mounting to a never before seen extreme, he had very few options. He was pushed into a corner, and there were no ways out. So he ran away. The first few months were brutal and harsh. He hadn't ever been independent until now, and the realization that the acquisition of food and shelter were now all up to him hit him like a rock. It was scary, not only running from the police and various other authorities, but just getting food day to day. Even finding a place to sleep every night was a problem that caused him stress to no end. However, despite all of that, the countless days of evading others, the lonely nights, and the hopes that he'd get to shower one day, he felt at peace. It was an odd kind of peace, one that surfaced regardless of the dreariness that was his situation. He felt free somehow. As if it didn't matter what he did. He could do whatever he wanted and nobody would mind -nobody would care. He didn't have to live up to expectations, no one cared whether or not he could talk to people, he could just live. Even with all the dirt and cold that was his nights, he couldn't help but sleep with a smile on his face. In recent times, he'd been taken in by a group of teens roughly his age who'd found a friend in him. They were college kids who found him sleeping one day and offered him a place to stay, but noted that his stay would be temporary. However, if possible, it'd be enough for him to get back on his feet and get a job. Luckily for him, they had connections to a nearby clothes store, and Taku began working there once he'd gotten himself a pair of new clothes and a few good showers. As of recent, he's been making enough to rent a shabby apartment in an open community. Sure it was small, and it was probably really easy to rob, but he didn't really mind it. He was more concerned with the fact that he had a place to go home to nowadays. "Hm~" He hummed softly to himself with a little skip in his step. There was a walk down memory lane if he'd ever heard of one. WC: 951
  12. "Geez man, that must've been rough." A young man sat with an older gentleman outside of a small convenience store. He was wearing an orange jacket with an overcoat over it and a loose fitting white shirt, coupled with a pair of jeans with fading colors. The man beside him wore a long sleeved button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above his biceps. Said shirt draped over a pair of navy blue dress pants, easily going as far as his mid-thigh. He was an older man with gray hair growing from his sideburns and a big nose. His arms were hairy and large, fitting of a man his size. The younger one nearby him had a face that didn't even seem to be one out of high school yet. It was your typical baby face, but coupled with his small stature(measuring up to a pathetic 5'6), one would easily mistake him for a schoolboy. "Rough? That doesn't even scratch the surface." The older man sighed a bit as he ingested some coffee he had bought earlier. The younger of the two simply nodded while holding his own cup of coffee, the older man having been kind enough to buy him one. They had been here for about an hour, some 48 minutes. Initially it was just the older one, apparently contemplating his life choices in a place where he could be alone. The young blonde found him by himself and, out of curiosity, started a conversation. From there on they talked about their worries, recalling bygone times and revealing hidden insecurities. From this short exchange alone, the young man found out much about his elder. He was a married man, one who dearly loved his wife after a heartwarming meeting and union in high school. They were your typical couple in love, but encountered problems early on. For one thing, the girl wished to escape their hometown and travel abroad to study in a university all the way at the other side of the country. The man just couldn't think to leave his home, and they settled on a long distance relationship. As all of these situations go, trial after trial followed. The fear that one of them would meet someone new -someone better, that maybe they would forget about them, that perhaps they would just lose touch altogether. Somehow though, they persevered. They kept in touch, visited each other monthly, and she managed to get her degree without much worry. He, on the other hand, began living the working life. During her time away, not only did he have to work a multitude of odd jobs to help her pay for tuition, but he also had to deal with all sorts of problems at home. His mother had begun showing early stages of Alzheimer's, and with little else to do he had to send her to a place with 24 hour care. Now, not only did he had to deal with the stress of being apart from his lover, but he also had to stay sane as his mother slowly began forgetting who he was. It didn't take a genius to figure out that these fears would stem outwards to his long distance sweetheart. After an agonizing 4 year wait, she finally returned home with hopes of settling down. Having been relieved of one stress factor in his life, the man slowly began back onto his route of simple living. For a good couple of years he would work and live as any average Joe would. He had a good paying full time job, a cozy little house, and a baby on the way. Things happened to be looking up after 4 long years of trouble. Though that trouble left a parting gift: his gray hairs. He was getting older, that much was obvious. But to have graying hairs at his age was quite a shock. He wasn't even nearing his mid 30's. Needless to say it left him with a few insecurities of his own, though that much he never fully revealed. "Last week... the Caregiver Center gave me a call." The young man perked up to listen, interested in the somber tale of this man's life. "They told me my mom died. She threw a fit of rage and threw anything she had nearby at the staff. Apparently she just kept yelling and screaming, kicking around like a kid having a tantrum." The man moved his gaze to his cup, recalling the conversation vividly. He knew he wouldn't be able to forget what he was told that day. The words just kept flashing by like a cruel reminder of the events that transpired. "They tried to sedate her, but with everything she was doing it was really tough. They brang in a couple of guys but by the time they arrived she had stopped. They say at that point she didn't have any strength left and was just panting there for a good moment before closing her eyes. And that was it." His head moved from his coffee up towards the night sky. Something about looking at the endless amounts of lights up above helped him choke down the feeling of sadness that tried to resurface. He wasn't a very emotional man. He had always tried to keep things pent up. But for some reason, today of all days, when he was just gushing his life's story to a stranger, he couldn't help but feel like it was okay to cry. And so a small tear shed from his right eye as he blinked. And then another. And yet again -before eventually the walls that held his feelings broke down for a slight moment and all the pent up feelings began to pour out. He put his cup down for a moment and wiped his face with his arm, tears sticking to the hairs of his forearm. "You okay?" The young man asked worriedly. He wasn't used to these kinds of sensitive situations, so all he could muster up was this short statement. "Yeah..." He sniffed. "Just..." He laughed a bit, as if relieved. "...letting it out." For a few minutes, he continued on, laughing as he wiped the last of his sorrows away. There was an unexplainable sense of calm washing over him as he did. As if a huge weight had been pushing him down this whole time, and most, if not all of that weight had just been lifted. He stood now. Calmly, quietly, and suddenly. The young man looked up in surprise as the man had an oddly wide smile on his face. "Are you going now?" He nodded, wiping his hands on his dress pants. He kinda wanted to go back home. "Yeah. Good talk." He went off to throw his now finished cup into a nearby trash can. After which he began heading home, walking towards a car parked at the side of the store. The young man simply watched him, and for a moment, inexplicably felt a little good about himself. "Oh, hey kid." He perked up again, wondering what else the man had to say. "Hm?" "What's your name, by the way?" His expression softened at the question and he answered quickly. Something about the way he was asked was refreshing. "It's Taku." A warm smile was shared between the two before the man got into his car. As he opened the door, he spoke simply before driving off, presumably home to his loving wife. "I'll see you around then, Taku." WC: 1254
  13. Oh, and I might post other projects I don't need in here, so keep a look out