[Cheeb]

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marking, possible res!! q o q

[BecNessMonster]

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[allu]

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[Gaycko]

Mark because I like the design, but if I have time I'll enter if not I'll just maybe do.some art for winner

[WanSham]

Have you ever been known as a Saint?

Have you ever been known as a Savoir?

Have you ever taken a gander at those who call you their Saint and laugh at them? I remember when I was waiting for a Saint

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Name : Aric Hamon
Gender : Male
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to spare me and a Savoir to embrace me and affection me. In any case, life happened. I never got my Saint, and my Savoir never came. I was stuck in the Foster organization for 10, unforgiving, horrendous years. My life was simply one more rubbish filled, garbage heap, where I was compelled to move from one spot to another and throw my life things in a trash sack since I couldn't bear the cost of whatever else. And you know what? I ran with it. For a long time, I played their diversion. The round of shredding families, and never really helping them fix it, yes, I played the amusement. I played the game the minute I hit the ground, I was put into a home when I was 4 years of age. I had no siblings, no sisters, or adoring guardians, not

to mention anybody. You know who never wanted me? Who should be my Savoir, my Saint? The one individual I ever adored dumped me there, supposing I would make it in a horde of children, who I should call "family". I never got the Hallmark Christmas, I never got the candy hearts with messages on them, I never got a chocolate bunny, and I never got the chance to see fireworks. All I saw was the strike of 26 different hands. I saw children being embarrassed for what another done. I saw kids who never got the chance to leave, who stayed there until they were the age to clear out. Also, I was calm. Never did I once talk back, cry, or gripe. I was still. You know why I laugh at being called Saint? At being called Savoir? Since I know regardless of how hard I attempt, I will never be able to spare them from their past. Everything I can do is watch and comfort. I am not a Saint, I am not a Savoir. In any case, I am a man. The one individual that you can go onto the road and see getting what others call refuse. Grabbing the broken, beaten, and the threw out. You see a low-life, I see me. I see what I was, a frightened young man, who never needed to be more than what I was bound for.
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I picked up my notes and began to read them over and over, like a record player that short-circuited. The night just broke into the day as the bright horizon shined onto the crystal towers. Our lone apartment was one that stood in the shadow of the monuments. I stared outside holding my scolding cup of English Breakfast style coffee, staring into the steaming liquid as I began to walk back towards my job on hand. Breakfast. I whipped out two pans, and a pot and went to work. I began to roll out some Knäckebröd and pulled out a tube of Kaviar, setting what I have cooked out on the table. Our coffee machine keeps pouring the coffee grains out with the coffee, but it was all we had. The porridge began to awaken the masses as Damin came in with his shirt still over his shoulder. "Mornin'." Damin groggily stated, taking out the Filmjölk and pouring out glasses. "Mmmm, Morning Damin. Are you taking

Repel to Science club today, or do I have to swing by and take him?" I asked, washing the hordes of dishes. "I'll take him if ya don't mind." Damin said, his Russian accent getting more controlled as slowly began to wake up. Madge walked in with his blanket still wrapped around him. "Good Morning." He said with a happy tone in his voice. "What's with you?" Damin questioned "Guess who just got promoted, this guy!" he bragged, taking out his new I.D that read Assistant Manger. "Hey, man, that pretty good, keep it up you may be able to move out soon Madge." I said, taking iron wool to a pot. "Yeah, and when I do, I'm going to get a Manor, and make you guys live in the basement." He yelled, grabbing the Knäckebröd and putting a heaping amount of Kaviar on it before going back to his room and getting ready for his new job at the lumber yard. I fixed a plate of breakfast and set it outside the bathroom door. Knock Knock "Joan, Breakfast, come and get it."
"I'm not hungry you creep!"
"Joan please come out."
"No! I'm staying in here away from you!"
"Fine, then this plate will just have to sit out here, in the open, on the hallway table, right next to the picture of Damin's cat, just so you know where NOT to go~." I said with a skip in my step. Laid the plate on the table and continued to go with my morning rituals.
I came back and was met with Madge, Damin and Repel chewing on the rest of the Knäckebröd. I looked at my watch and thought about what I needed to do today. "Hey, you guys better get moving, it's 7:10. Hustle, take your lunch bags with you!" I shoved them out the door as they proceeded to attempt to grab the last remaining pieces of food. Finally, Damin came in as my knight in shining armor and started grabbing people's bags and heading out the front door. "Where's my scarf?" Repel called, frantically searching the coat hanger. "Did ya check the laundry?" Damin called. "I already looked!" A faint cry called back, his French accent showing his distress. "Take mine, sweetie," I said, my thick American accent piercing the room. "Oh, my Saint!" he said, grabbing the soft blue snake and wrapping it around his small neck. "Don't forget to get forms 2b and 5a for your project, also Damin will be picking you up at around 6:00." I said, running through, making sure I didn't forget anything. Madge grabbed Repel's book bag and helped him down the stairs. "Don't be late!" I called back.
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The room drifted into silence. Finally a moment to myself. I grabbed my cup and filled it with the last remains of coffee and sat down. A huff escaped my throat as I turned on the TV. The news was boring as usual, something about a General being captured. I went to go and fill my cup again when I heard some rustling in the hallway. I set the cup and down slowly picked up my bat that was lying next to the side of the table. The floor continued to creak as the steps got closer to me. I white-knuckled the freezing bat as I was prepared whatever monster came around the corner.
The suspense was shattered me knocking over my cup in a frantic maneuver towards the doorway. I heard a small yelp before I ran towards the intruder. I cut the corner and ran towards the hallway, slipping on the hardwood floor. I held the door frame to the hallway as I saw a small little girl horfing down a plate of food. We both stood there for a good minute, not sure what-to-do.

"J-joan?" I asked as the bat began to lower. She swallowed what was in her mouth and threw the plate at me. "Creep!" She yelled running back to the bathroom. I took the hit as I stood up from a dazed pose. I faint sigh escaped my throat as I looked around the hallway, food crumbs everywhere, not to mention pieces of plate. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my trusty broom and went to sweeping. I ran through my day as I cleaned.

Go to area A, look for people to take in

Give food out

Go and cash in Damin and Madge's checks

Pick up dinner

I stood in silence as I looked for anything else I maybe have missed. While looking my eyes locked with another pair. I shuddered when I saw them as a body appeared below them. "I'm Sorry you creep," Joan stated, her eyes darting around the room. I was still in awe that she was a real person, not some imaginary friend I have been making up. They came just as quickly as they left. I wiped my forehead as I tried to wrap my head around what happened. I think Joan just thanked me, or my mind is acting up again. I thought about it for a solid 12 minutes before I checked my watch again. 8:40. I stared at the watch before moving my feet. My bomber jacket was waiting for me as I slipped it on. The door opened to reveal a snow covered city. Onward ye angry men.


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[gooey.]

res w/ tattoo artist?? maybe
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[angelshy]

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[Muggywort]

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