sᏆᏒᎪᏁᎶᎬᏒ Than ƒαмιℓу || Semi-lit || Not Accepting

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Evan shook his head at Alec, biting down on his lip again before stopping himself. Someone had once told him that it was bad to do that. He couldn't remember who, though. He shook his head, blinking a little bit. "Everything..?" He replied, shaking his head again. "I'm more worried about the fact that someone's going to run by randomly and steal my board. Which is crazy, I know." He laughed at himself a little bit, shaking his head.

[ojoku]

Alec T. Raella
Twelve|A bit embarrassed|Living Room|I hope this makes him feel a bit better...
Alec smiled. "I'll give you something. I'm always worried my Father is going to deploy shadows to come and kill me. It's stupid." He shook his head at himself. The shadows were a large part of his dream, only shadowed(No pun intended) by another type of 'henchmen' in his dream, they were large and always carried knifes with them. Perhaps he had a very overactive imagination. Though he really could and would kill me... Alec thought of his Father. He shuddered before turning back to reality.

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Evan did his best not to laugh at that, stifling his laugh he shook his head a little bit. "Well that makes me feel a little less crazy," he said, smirking a little bit. He spun the wheels on his board again. Thinking about that, he shook his head. Had Alec met his Father? Evan wondered what it was like to know your parents, to have actually met them, to know where all your character traits come from. Evan had no idea, he no longer tried to guess. When he was little, he would try to guess who he got his hair from, and his eyes. Then he would wonder who had given him his personilaty, then his height. Then his ablitly to be so skinny. It never got him anywhere, but it entertained him.

[ojoku]

Alec T. Raella
Twelve|Sad|Living Room|That was kind of a lie, wasn't it? Oh well, a little white lie has never killed a person.
Alec nodded. "Everyone here's crazy. I've learned that in just a week." He said. His thoughts changed to his father and his eyes clouded with disappointment. 'My life would be better if you weren't around you idiot! You ruin everything! That is why you will die today!' He remembered the exact words used before his father had tried to murder him. What had turned him to that? But he and his father had never really gotten along. Like when he was forced to get the tattoo. 'Let this be a forever reminder of your stupidity!' He had said. While Alec was usually quite emotionless, he felt sadness in him. It was something he desperately tried to avoid, but it came, nonetheless.

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Evan studied Alex, trying to figure out what was going on inside of his head. He looked kind of sad all of the sudden. What had Evan done now? Everytime. Every single time someone started to be even a little nice he had to go and ruin it. There was something wrong with him, and he needed to fix it before every single person on this planet started to hate him. "Uhh.. Are you okay?" He finally asked, realizing that was the best way to figure out what he had done.

[ojoku]

Alec T. Raella
Twelve| Embarrassed |Living Room|Wow, really? Nice move Alec.
Alec snapped back to reality hearing Evan talk. "Sorry... I do that a lot..." He said. It was a bad habit he'd had since being abandoned. Of course, when he did space off, it was generally about his Father. People took on different view of the matter. Some thought it was sad the past he'd gone through. Some of them thought it was cute he thought like that. Needless to say, pretty much all of them were women. A few pitied him for it whilst others thought that he was stupid or bad for it. They were the majority and they were who Alec paid attention to more. They were also the ones who thought Alec would be like his father, become a criminal, go insane. But Alec tried hard to prove them wrong. Though he stumbled on it sometimes.

[lucky.]

{Spoon, Please read my signature.}

[fly away.]

◙ Evan Lake Langer ◙
"Skateboarding is more than just a sport to me, it's my life. It's what keeps me going."

Evan nodded a little bit, understanding habits. He got that sometimes people spaced off, he just hoped that it wasn't his fault. "You.. you said something about your dad.. Did you know him? If you don't care about telling me," Evan said, wondering if Alec had known his dad. He wished he had known his dad. He hoped that his dad was a good guy. Maybe his dad was, say, traveling around the world trying to help endangered species. He doubted it though..

[longlive]

[Recap? And before I start how can Corinna jump in?]

[Gloxinia]

{{ Pfft, late again. OTL;
Sorry guys. Things have been rough lately for my mom and I. My posts may be a bit infrequent, but I promise they'll smooth out by either the end of this week or the next. :3 }}

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|| "Okay guys, seriously. Santa Clause is going to start the zombie apocalypse." ||

The boy cracked his eyes open, a soft hum sounding from his throat. Chocolate orbs stared at the far wall for a few minutes before they flickered to the red numbers on the digital clock. Slept in again, he thought quietly to himself, eyes closing again. A hand crawled it's way up to the other, where it absentmindedly began to twiddle with the pumpkin charm that hung on the chain. It was coming loose again.
He laid there for a couple of minutes before breathing out a sigh and climbing out of the mess of a bed. He stumbled over to his closet and pulled out the first things he saw; jeans and a grey tee-shirt. He slipped them on and then grabbed the wad of bracelets on his side table, slipping them on his left wrist and stumbling to the door. He wasn't feeling too great. Maybe he was sick? He hadn't been sleeping well for the last couple of days. The fatigue may be starting to take a toll on his health.
He could hear voices from a couple rooms. Instead of going to them, he figured he may as well eat something. An apple, maybe some yogurt. Or a chip. That sounded a lot more comforting, since he wasn't all that comfortable with his weight. He stepped quietly into the room of interest, opened the fridge, and stared.
...Nothing.
He closed it and huffed.