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spiced rum and lemon sweet tea is such an unassuming combo. i've had two 12oz drinks and it is kicking my white ass
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A piece of pumpkin pie costs $2.00 in Jamaica, $2.45 in Barbados, and $3.00 in Puerto Rico. These are the pie rates of the Caribbean.
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*Hits poohead* I didn't have a problem but it's nice that the door is open :)
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Levi groaned in the annoying way that he always did whenever he had a bad feeling about something.
And ever since he woke up and got into his green pickup truck, something told him that this wasn’t going to be a killer day like most were.
He didn’t know why, either. Maybe it was the weird dream of him falling into a giant hole larger than the Grand Canyon that seemed to be never ending. Like that one flight of stairs in late-game Super Mario 64 from way back in the golden years of the late 90s. Maybe it was his lack of an appetite and only eating three pieces of extra large breakfast pizza from the pizzeria just a few blocks from his apartment.
There was just something about this day that made him feel iffy. But he had to make rent this month. After falling short last month and being in the saving graces of his generous landlord, Levi knew he couldn’t deny any job, but the one he got last night set the stage for how he was feeling right now.
He had to pick up a package at the airport and, unlike other instances where he got to choose the route, there was a special request that the driver (not listed by name) took the quickest route. Not a particularly odd request and Levi didn’t question it.
So he took a right on E. Washington Blvd, he went down a somewhat straight-and-narrow street that would only take him roughly five or six minutes to get through before he had to turn to his last left. Traffic wasn’t so bad. He had to slow down a couple of times, but nothing that would take him off schedule. Based on the traffic app that he had up constantly, the path that was recommended for him front point a to point be would take fifteen minutes max, but he was ahead of schedule.
And Levi being ahead of schedule wasn’t something that happened frequently. Being someone that barely graduated high school and hasn’t found much steady work, hence why he drives for DoorDash and other similar companies. That’s why he wasn’t stressing so much. Regardless of the weirdness that this one delivery had and how he was feeling no more than five minutes ago, he was chill.
And then he got an alert on his DoorDash app. There was a local request for Panda Express.
“Wait, didn't I pass one just a few blocks ago.”
In the back of his mind, Levi knew this was a bad idea. His destination for the weird delivery was coming up on a left, but he really needed the money and it would only take ten minutes tops. Five to get to the Panda Express he passed up and five minutes to deliver it. That wasn’t much of a detour.
Well, at least that’s the rationale Levi accepted that allowed him to take an U-turn. At the red light, he accepted the order.
Levi pulled up to the Panda Express parking lot and the recurring theme of that bad feeling persisted, only this time it wasn’t just a feeling. The entire place was packed and Levi knew he wouldn’t be in and out in less than five minutes. From the drive-through to the inside of the restaurant, he saw a line. Sure, he had some leverage of the order being placed, but the problem he was currently facing was how many people were in front of him.
And as patient as Levi sometimes failed to be, he tried to. But trying was easier said than done when he was on a clock.
Eventually, he heard the name of the order be called and he side-stepped through a few overly-aggressive people in line. REaching forward, he grabbed the bag he believed to be his.
Levi was back in his truck and drove out of the crowded parking lot.
The drive to his customer’s home wasn’t far. The drive itself took less than five minutes and whatever they ordered, Levi could smell something distinctly salty and sweet. He’s had just about the entire panda menu, so he knew the aroma orange chicken gave off. It was probably his favorite. His stomach was growling just by the smell of it.
“Don’t do it, he told himself, “not after last time!”
Yeah, last time…
Last week, Levi made the mistake of working on an empty stomach. He picked up an order of Buger King and, well let’s just say he wasn't given the best reviews. It was hell and this was actually his first day back at work since then.
So, yes his hunger and lack of control around food caused him to fall short on rent.
Yet another thing to make sure didn’t happen again.
He pulled up to the house and he checked the time.
“Not good!” He cursed himself as he realized he was fifteen minutes late on his other delivery. “Run, Levi! Run!” He grabbed the bag, ran up the concrete pathway, and rang the doorbell.
And then he rang it again.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
He was growing impatient. A sense of urgency passed through him as he just left the bag on the welcome mat and he was going to stop, but he felt a vibrating buzz in his pocket. He looked at his phone and realized there was a message from someone who worked at the Panda Express he just picked up the order from.
“What do you mean wrong order?” He looked through the order and it was chow mein, Beijing beef, and firecracker shrimp.
And it wasn’t here.
The order he had picked up wasn’t the one meant for..
“I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”
As he turned to look back, Levi saw the figure of some attractive woman around his age who didn’t seem to be particularly pleased.
“Yep. Definitely fired.” He walked up and only gave his sincerest expression, hoping it would be alright.
And ever since he woke up and got into his green pickup truck, something told him that this wasn’t going to be a killer day like most were.
He didn’t know why, either. Maybe it was the weird dream of him falling into a giant hole larger than the Grand Canyon that seemed to be never ending. Like that one flight of stairs in late-game Super Mario 64 from way back in the golden years of the late 90s. Maybe it was his lack of an appetite and only eating three pieces of extra large breakfast pizza from the pizzeria just a few blocks from his apartment.
There was just something about this day that made him feel iffy. But he had to make rent this month. After falling short last month and being in the saving graces of his generous landlord, Levi knew he couldn’t deny any job, but the one he got last night set the stage for how he was feeling right now.
He had to pick up a package at the airport and, unlike other instances where he got to choose the route, there was a special request that the driver (not listed by name) took the quickest route. Not a particularly odd request and Levi didn’t question it.
So he took a right on E. Washington Blvd, he went down a somewhat straight-and-narrow street that would only take him roughly five or six minutes to get through before he had to turn to his last left. Traffic wasn’t so bad. He had to slow down a couple of times, but nothing that would take him off schedule. Based on the traffic app that he had up constantly, the path that was recommended for him front point a to point be would take fifteen minutes max, but he was ahead of schedule.
And Levi being ahead of schedule wasn’t something that happened frequently. Being someone that barely graduated high school and hasn’t found much steady work, hence why he drives for DoorDash and other similar companies. That’s why he wasn’t stressing so much. Regardless of the weirdness that this one delivery had and how he was feeling no more than five minutes ago, he was chill.
And then he got an alert on his DoorDash app. There was a local request for Panda Express.
“Wait, didn't I pass one just a few blocks ago.”
In the back of his mind, Levi knew this was a bad idea. His destination for the weird delivery was coming up on a left, but he really needed the money and it would only take ten minutes tops. Five to get to the Panda Express he passed up and five minutes to deliver it. That wasn’t much of a detour.
Well, at least that’s the rationale Levi accepted that allowed him to take an U-turn. At the red light, he accepted the order.
| Levi Forrester has accepted your order |
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And as patient as Levi sometimes failed to be, he tried to. But trying was easier said than done when he was on a clock.
Eventually, he heard the name of the order be called and he side-stepped through a few overly-aggressive people in line. REaching forward, he grabbed the bag he believed to be his.
Levi was back in his truck and drove out of the crowded parking lot.
| Levi Forrester has picked up your order. |
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“Don’t do it, he told himself, “not after last time!”
Yeah, last time…
Last week, Levi made the mistake of working on an empty stomach. He picked up an order of Buger King and, well let’s just say he wasn't given the best reviews. It was hell and this was actually his first day back at work since then.
So, yes his hunger and lack of control around food caused him to fall short on rent.
Yet another thing to make sure didn’t happen again.
He pulled up to the house and he checked the time.
“Not good!” He cursed himself as he realized he was fifteen minutes late on his other delivery. “Run, Levi! Run!” He grabbed the bag, ran up the concrete pathway, and rang the doorbell.
And then he rang it again.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
He was growing impatient. A sense of urgency passed through him as he just left the bag on the welcome mat and he was going to stop, but he felt a vibrating buzz in his pocket. He looked at his phone and realized there was a message from someone who worked at the Panda Express he just picked up the order from.
“What do you mean wrong order?” He looked through the order and it was chow mein, Beijing beef, and firecracker shrimp.
And it wasn’t here.
The order he had picked up wasn’t the one meant for..
“I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”
As he turned to look back, Levi saw the figure of some attractive woman around his age who didn’t seem to be particularly pleased.
“Yep. Definitely fired.” He walked up and only gave his sincerest expression, hoping it would be alright.
Late Friday Night
A @metanoia & @BrutalBx Collaboration || Featuring Honey Badger & The Devil
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”Hey, little brother.”
In the moments after the fact, a cold stillness passed through the Honey Badger of the Southside. It was like a ghost had passed through his body and sent chills down from his spine to his Achilles tendon. It paralyzed him for what seemed like a few minutes — hours even. That kind of paralysis that one felt when the worst-case scenario that one had played out in their head had been made into a reality.
Words were exchanged and Honey Badger acted as if things were normal. He turned when The Devil had walked further into his somewhat tiny apartment, setting the duffle bags that were hoisted over his shoulder on the beat-up, old couch along the way. It was the worst kind of surreal reality moment that seemed to play out in real-time.
And then, as if it was a normal thing to do, The Devil occupied the only bathroom/shower in the apartment and that paralysis faded, forcing the Honey Badger to adjust. It was like a bad fever dream and his worst fears truly were here.
But why?
That’s the question he heard himself ask over and over again, playing out all of the potential what-if responses he might get from that man.
But he shouldn’t be here.
Yes, that’s right: he shouldn’t be here. Honey Badger was certain he wasn’t due out for a few more years. Hell, sometimes he’d frequently check online to make sure that his brother’s sentence wasn’t going to end prematurely. So what happened? Good behavior? Overcrowded? What?
In the midst of his questioning of the only person in the room who could respond: himself, like a switch, the ambiance of the creaky showerhead clicked off, as it always had done. The silence took residence in the apartment, but HB’s mind made a mental note to get that fixed...eventually.
And as his brother came out walking, a towel wrapped around his waist, they stood facing each other. He wasn’t frozen like last time, but HB didn’t say anything.
Or, at least he had intended to remain quiet. Before he could stop himself, his mouth had made the decision for him, “what are you doing here?” Honey Badger asked almost as if he had forgotten the dread he was experiencing no more than ten minutes ago.
”Well, I couldn’t exactly go to Aleyda’s could I?”It was so A-typical of Hyde to respond with such…smarm.
The man didn’t care about anything. It was the nonchalantness, the effortless cool, that was how he survived so long. He was James Dean; a rebel without a cause. It was almost endearing. Almost. Behind the handsome face and crooked smile, there was a monster: one whose name had not been spoken by the lips of anyone for a very long time. He was his namesake. He was what dwelled within every man, manifested in corporeal form; Jekyll and Hyde, Cameron and Hyde; the truth of which Robert Louis Stevenson wrote oh so many years ago.
Walking towards his brother's old fridge, the blue-eyed battler opened it up and scanned it for some form of sustenance. He settled on a bottle of Edenridge’s local beer and popped open the cap before he even took it out of the unit. He took a swig before closing the door of the fridge and returning his attention to his little brother.
”I’m assuming you’re asking how I’m out of jail? It’s really not that difficult. I was a good boy and there were too many bad boys; ergo your big brother is here. You spoke to our darling sister lately?”
There was another bout of silence as HB watched his brother make himself home, rolling his eyes at his explanation. The Boston Department of Corrections didn’t even know what kind of monster they had locked. As he did his best to not visibly cringe, he shrugged at Hyde’s comment. “Well, I didn’t wish her a happy Sunday, if that’s what you’re asking.” His brother wasn’t the only one that could be sassy. “Besides, I’ve been a tad busy. But next time she makes herself available, I’ll be sure to give her a big hug for you!” HB followed his comment with a small thumbs-up gesture.
“Busy stalking the Belmonte girl?” Hyde put his beer down onto a table and looked back towards his brother “I’ve got to admit, she’s a bit of a babe” He took a step forward and clapped his hands together “Don’t let her trap you though, Mika. That’s what they do. They get in your head and they twist you around their fingers until you can’t see straight and you do shit you don’t wanna do” He took a step back and began to breathe just a little harder; letting it become rhythmic in a way. Hyde could feel his blood getting hotter and his muscles tensing so he felt the best thing was to remember his breathing, remember all the work he had done on the inside to learn to temper the monster beneath his skin.
Well, he wasn’t stalking her, but ever the observant one, his big brother had deduced there was indeed someone he was watching more than he should have. There was no way in hell HB was gonna allow Hyde to know about Cece, though. But as he watched Hyde, he felt that old familiar sensation crawl up his back like a goddamn snake. It was the same feeling he thought was six feet under, but looking into his brother’s eyes, he saw it. It was only for a second, but the Devil was there and HB froze, but then he wasn’t.
“Relax. I know not to get shacked down. But maybe you should? Obviously not with some bimbo, but maybe taking a breather would do you some good.” Against his better judgement, Mika approached Hyde. All cursed memories aside, the history between Honey Badger and The Devil wasn’t all bad. Mika’s fucked up sense of self couldn’t turn off the part that this brother of his was at least an improvement on the other one he had.
A breather? A BREATHER?
“I’ve just spent the past few years locked up in a damn eight by four cell with nothing but time. I ain’t taking no more breathers, Mika”. Hyde turned away from his approaching brother and moved over to the clothing bag he had dumped on the couch. It was fairly empty considering he didn’t really have the time to prep for his trip away and no one cared enough to drop him any clothes off. He could feel the all too familiar feeling bubbling in his head; that distinct sound that rattled in his ear like titanis. He pulled on some clothes, with every new item, a pause for a calming breath.
Without provocation, Hyde spun on his heel, grabbed the dinner table and flipped it as hard as he could onto the floor. He raised his hands up, almost in regret and placed them against his head. “Listen, all I want is to move on with my life. Tomorrow you and me and our darling sister are going to have breakfast together, like an actual fucking family” He dropped down onto the couch and looked upon Mika with the cold blue eyes that were synonymous with the devil himself “And that’s not a request, M. You send what we code you guys have and you get her here first thing tomorrow. Am I clear?”
He froze. Not when the table was flipped or even when it seemed like Hyde was losing his mind. No, it was the calm that came after. The way that his brother glared at him, that cold stare was enough to remind HB just how much things haven’t changed. Prison didn’t change Hyde. He said he had nothing but time and something in those words painted a clear picture for HB. His brother was worse now than he ever been, but he didn’t know exactly how. There was a gut feeling and, almost always, he was right on the money about these.
As he glanced at the table that had wedged itself in a right to left diagonal angle, he shook his head at it. “Fine whatever. I’ll make it happen.” God really loves to test him. First Cece and Niles and now this.
“Good” Hyde got up to his feet and patted his younger brother across the face. “This town has taken enough from me, it’s not taking my family” He walked towards the front door and cracked it open a touch. “Now, grab your wallet. We’re going for a drink and you can tell me all about this spooky letter business. Big brother is here to save the day”
In the moments after the fact, a cold stillness passed through the Honey Badger of the Southside. It was like a ghost had passed through his body and sent chills down from his spine to his Achilles tendon. It paralyzed him for what seemed like a few minutes — hours even. That kind of paralysis that one felt when the worst-case scenario that one had played out in their head had been made into a reality.
Words were exchanged and Honey Badger acted as if things were normal. He turned when The Devil had walked further into his somewhat tiny apartment, setting the duffle bags that were hoisted over his shoulder on the beat-up, old couch along the way. It was the worst kind of surreal reality moment that seemed to play out in real-time.
And then, as if it was a normal thing to do, The Devil occupied the only bathroom/shower in the apartment and that paralysis faded, forcing the Honey Badger to adjust. It was like a bad fever dream and his worst fears truly were here.
But why?
That’s the question he heard himself ask over and over again, playing out all of the potential what-if responses he might get from that man.
But he shouldn’t be here.
Yes, that’s right: he shouldn’t be here. Honey Badger was certain he wasn’t due out for a few more years. Hell, sometimes he’d frequently check online to make sure that his brother’s sentence wasn’t going to end prematurely. So what happened? Good behavior? Overcrowded? What?
In the midst of his questioning of the only person in the room who could respond: himself, like a switch, the ambiance of the creaky showerhead clicked off, as it always had done. The silence took residence in the apartment, but HB’s mind made a mental note to get that fixed...eventually.
And as his brother came out walking, a towel wrapped around his waist, they stood facing each other. He wasn’t frozen like last time, but HB didn’t say anything.
Or, at least he had intended to remain quiet. Before he could stop himself, his mouth had made the decision for him, “what are you doing here?” Honey Badger asked almost as if he had forgotten the dread he was experiencing no more than ten minutes ago.
”Well, I couldn’t exactly go to Aleyda’s could I?”It was so A-typical of Hyde to respond with such…smarm.
The man didn’t care about anything. It was the nonchalantness, the effortless cool, that was how he survived so long. He was James Dean; a rebel without a cause. It was almost endearing. Almost. Behind the handsome face and crooked smile, there was a monster: one whose name had not been spoken by the lips of anyone for a very long time. He was his namesake. He was what dwelled within every man, manifested in corporeal form; Jekyll and Hyde, Cameron and Hyde; the truth of which Robert Louis Stevenson wrote oh so many years ago.
Walking towards his brother's old fridge, the blue-eyed battler opened it up and scanned it for some form of sustenance. He settled on a bottle of Edenridge’s local beer and popped open the cap before he even took it out of the unit. He took a swig before closing the door of the fridge and returning his attention to his little brother.
”I’m assuming you’re asking how I’m out of jail? It’s really not that difficult. I was a good boy and there were too many bad boys; ergo your big brother is here. You spoke to our darling sister lately?”
There was another bout of silence as HB watched his brother make himself home, rolling his eyes at his explanation. The Boston Department of Corrections didn’t even know what kind of monster they had locked. As he did his best to not visibly cringe, he shrugged at Hyde’s comment. “Well, I didn’t wish her a happy Sunday, if that’s what you’re asking.” His brother wasn’t the only one that could be sassy. “Besides, I’ve been a tad busy. But next time she makes herself available, I’ll be sure to give her a big hug for you!” HB followed his comment with a small thumbs-up gesture.
“Busy stalking the Belmonte girl?” Hyde put his beer down onto a table and looked back towards his brother “I’ve got to admit, she’s a bit of a babe” He took a step forward and clapped his hands together “Don’t let her trap you though, Mika. That’s what they do. They get in your head and they twist you around their fingers until you can’t see straight and you do shit you don’t wanna do” He took a step back and began to breathe just a little harder; letting it become rhythmic in a way. Hyde could feel his blood getting hotter and his muscles tensing so he felt the best thing was to remember his breathing, remember all the work he had done on the inside to learn to temper the monster beneath his skin.
Well, he wasn’t stalking her, but ever the observant one, his big brother had deduced there was indeed someone he was watching more than he should have. There was no way in hell HB was gonna allow Hyde to know about Cece, though. But as he watched Hyde, he felt that old familiar sensation crawl up his back like a goddamn snake. It was the same feeling he thought was six feet under, but looking into his brother’s eyes, he saw it. It was only for a second, but the Devil was there and HB froze, but then he wasn’t.
“Relax. I know not to get shacked down. But maybe you should? Obviously not with some bimbo, but maybe taking a breather would do you some good.” Against his better judgement, Mika approached Hyde. All cursed memories aside, the history between Honey Badger and The Devil wasn’t all bad. Mika’s fucked up sense of self couldn’t turn off the part that this brother of his was at least an improvement on the other one he had.
A breather? A BREATHER?
“I’ve just spent the past few years locked up in a damn eight by four cell with nothing but time. I ain’t taking no more breathers, Mika”. Hyde turned away from his approaching brother and moved over to the clothing bag he had dumped on the couch. It was fairly empty considering he didn’t really have the time to prep for his trip away and no one cared enough to drop him any clothes off. He could feel the all too familiar feeling bubbling in his head; that distinct sound that rattled in his ear like titanis. He pulled on some clothes, with every new item, a pause for a calming breath.
Without provocation, Hyde spun on his heel, grabbed the dinner table and flipped it as hard as he could onto the floor. He raised his hands up, almost in regret and placed them against his head. “Listen, all I want is to move on with my life. Tomorrow you and me and our darling sister are going to have breakfast together, like an actual fucking family” He dropped down onto the couch and looked upon Mika with the cold blue eyes that were synonymous with the devil himself “And that’s not a request, M. You send what we code you guys have and you get her here first thing tomorrow. Am I clear?”
He froze. Not when the table was flipped or even when it seemed like Hyde was losing his mind. No, it was the calm that came after. The way that his brother glared at him, that cold stare was enough to remind HB just how much things haven’t changed. Prison didn’t change Hyde. He said he had nothing but time and something in those words painted a clear picture for HB. His brother was worse now than he ever been, but he didn’t know exactly how. There was a gut feeling and, almost always, he was right on the money about these.
As he glanced at the table that had wedged itself in a right to left diagonal angle, he shook his head at it. “Fine whatever. I’ll make it happen.” God really loves to test him. First Cece and Niles and now this.
“Good” Hyde got up to his feet and patted his younger brother across the face. “This town has taken enough from me, it’s not taking my family” He walked towards the front door and cracked it open a touch. “Now, grab your wallet. We’re going for a drink and you can tell me all about this spooky letter business. Big brother is here to save the day”
I think this is a wonderful idea!
As for what I had for dinner, probably going to eat the rest of the veggie enchiladas we made last night for dinner. They were made using corn tortillas and the filling is black beans, white onion, and corn. I like to top mine with some sour cream, hot sauce (my choice is sriacha), queso fresco cheese, and some raw onion because I'm a huge fan of them. Love that sharp bite they give when not cooked.
As for what I had for dinner, probably going to eat the rest of the veggie enchiladas we made last night for dinner. They were made using corn tortillas and the filling is black beans, white onion, and corn. I like to top mine with some sour cream, hot sauce (my choice is sriacha), queso fresco cheese, and some raw onion because I'm a huge fan of them. Love that sharp bite they give when not cooked.
24 - Green Ranger - Part-Time DoorDash Driver/Full-Time Adrenaline Junkie - 5'9" - Gregg Sulkin
Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We can climbed so high
Character Description
Levi has always been a thrillseeker, a boy who wanted to prove to the world that he wasn't afraid.
Growing up in Angel Grove, he was always a hyperactive knucklehead (though most people just called him an idiot) who got into trouble. It started when he was an infant and he'd make himself the center of attention by drawing it from anyone he could and getting it from anyone he could. At his core, he is a fun-loving person and this always came through as much as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. His parents always encouraged him to live his life as long as he maintained at least some form of boundaries.
But to a thrillseeker, to someone whose high came from that brush with death, boundaries don't mean the same thing to him as they do to most people. Between his indulgences in wave boarding (that eventually became hover wave-boarding) to skating and rock climbing and basically any extreme activity that would satiate that desire for the rush, Levi kept pushing his body to the max, kept pushing his mind past the limit, and kept busy. and sometimes he would even venture into places he may or may not be allowed to step foot on.
As someone whose greatest academic accomplishments were graduating high school with the bare minimum GPA requirement, he was never someone who could understand anything past basic communication. Technology wasn't his strong suit and if you were to ask him about any current events, he'll just give you a blank expression. Instead, Levi will cheer you on and support you if you're going through anything difficult and he'll make you laugh and help you feel better by being a solid friend. In that, he is without a doubt the smartest man in the room. His heart is huge. And really, that's what's most important, right?
Growing up in Angel Grove, he was always a hyperactive knucklehead (though most people just called him an idiot) who got into trouble. It started when he was an infant and he'd make himself the center of attention by drawing it from anyone he could and getting it from anyone he could. At his core, he is a fun-loving person and this always came through as much as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. His parents always encouraged him to live his life as long as he maintained at least some form of boundaries.
But to a thrillseeker, to someone whose high came from that brush with death, boundaries don't mean the same thing to him as they do to most people. Between his indulgences in wave boarding (that eventually became hover wave-boarding) to skating and rock climbing and basically any extreme activity that would satiate that desire for the rush, Levi kept pushing his body to the max, kept pushing his mind past the limit, and kept busy. and sometimes he would even venture into places he may or may not be allowed to step foot on.
As someone whose greatest academic accomplishments were graduating high school with the bare minimum GPA requirement, he was never someone who could understand anything past basic communication. Technology wasn't his strong suit and if you were to ask him about any current events, he'll just give you a blank expression. Instead, Levi will cheer you on and support you if you're going through anything difficult and he'll make you laugh and help you feel better by being a solid friend. In that, he is without a doubt the smartest man in the room. His heart is huge. And really, that's what's most important, right?
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Girls with mother issues was a foreign subject for Damien, because he couldn't relate, or didn't find himself relating to it. The truth was that he had an amazing relationship with the women in his life, especially with those who weren't directly related to him or didn't have any sense of familial significance to him. His mother was a godsend and one of the strongest people he has ever known. Persephone was someone he didn't think would be so kind to him, but maybe it was their distinct dislike of Hades that made it easy for them to get along. Of course, Erin was someone he was massively protective over.
And then there was Sera and ALina. Sera was someone who he enjoyed sparring with. She may have gotten the one-up on him today, but he'd get his revenge on her sooner than she realized. Alina was fun and a likeminded individual when it came to the concept of relationships (spoiler alert they didn't care about monogamy).
But dead mothers? Yeah, Damien couldn't relate. But then again, maybe he could? It was weird, but he almost found himself identifying with that need of wanting to spend time with one's mother. Hell, if his father wasn't such an omnipotent, all-seeing prick of a father, maybe he could just...go see his mother right now.
Kalinda, apparently, didn't have that luxury.
And damn it, Damien actually felt sorry for her. Not the kind that came out as pity, but a genuine remorse for someone who wanted to make things right.
But he hated that she was expressing some kind of regret for feeling that way.
"Damn it, stop saying sorry for something out of your control!" Obviously, that hit a nerve. "What kind of stone do you want for her? Do you want any special engravings on it? I mean, since we're in a graveyard and there are plenty of empty gravestones, I can get it done for you, well.." He expelled out a small laugh and raised up his right arm, extending it to the side. The palm was open and fingers faced towards the back of the graveyard. A magical rune appeared on the ground three paces in front of him and behind his throne and about ten skeletons with pickaxes and various engraving tools arose from it. "Just tell them what you want and it'll be done."
"Sire, what is it?"
"Good news! You won't be sacrificed today! Instead, Kalinda here will tell you want she wants to be engraved on that there headstone and you'll do it." Damien stared at the empty eyes of the souls of the dead that possessed skeletons with parts of the skin still on the bone. "Fail and then I'll sacrifice you. To Onyx!"
As if on queue, his black pitbull-looking hellhound made his presence known and struck the fear of their sire into their barely alive eyes.
And then they walked up to Kalinda. "Mistress, what would you like for us to do?"
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"I swear, if that idiot doesn't hurry up, I'm going to risk it and ride to school myself."
Malu was beyond pissed and it was for a good reason, too.
For as long as she's been attending Delbrook Academy and, hell probably ever since she's been going to school, Malu Vass has never missed a day. She never took a sick day or decided to play hooky because her friends wanted her to go to the beach or just game. No, she never did this because Malu had her eyes on what was beyond next week's test. Malu knew from a young age she wanted to make something of herself. She didn't know exactly what that was, but knew if she could get into a good college, then maybe she might figure it out once she got accepted. All she knew was that acing tests and having perfect attendance were just a couple of ways she might achieve this.
But, of course, as her brother proved time and time again how consistent he was at testing her every button, she stood outside of the Vass home, dressed in her usual summer wear of jean shorts and white top, tapping her foot impatiently against the ground. Curses of all sorts flew out of her mouth in a low tone. She was counting down the seconds she was expecting him to show.
As the final seconds of the last minute Malu could spend standing, waiting for her brother, she was growing so furious that it could no longer be restrained to her gripping her board tightly nor tapping her foot. By this point, Malu was visible fury.
And, of course, that would be the time that her brother’s truck came speeding down the street.
And when it came to a stop, opposite of a glaring Malu, Kyle was smiling at her, eyes partially closed. As if he thought that giving her his trademark “I’m sorry” face was going to make up for making her wait until the literal last minute.
“Sis, I’m so sorr—”
Malu cut him off as she tossed her board into the trunk, and climbed into the passenger seat. “Save it!” She sternly told him. She leaned back into the seat and looked at him with the same scathing gaze that was trademark for her. “Don't just sit there like a dog waiting for a bone!” She gestured to the road in front of us. “Drive, you moron!”
Malu was beyond pissed and it was for a good reason, too.
For as long as she's been attending Delbrook Academy and, hell probably ever since she's been going to school, Malu Vass has never missed a day. She never took a sick day or decided to play hooky because her friends wanted her to go to the beach or just game. No, she never did this because Malu had her eyes on what was beyond next week's test. Malu knew from a young age she wanted to make something of herself. She didn't know exactly what that was, but knew if she could get into a good college, then maybe she might figure it out once she got accepted. All she knew was that acing tests and having perfect attendance were just a couple of ways she might achieve this.
But, of course, as her brother proved time and time again how consistent he was at testing her every button, she stood outside of the Vass home, dressed in her usual summer wear of jean shorts and white top, tapping her foot impatiently against the ground. Curses of all sorts flew out of her mouth in a low tone. She was counting down the seconds she was expecting him to show.
As the final seconds of the last minute Malu could spend standing, waiting for her brother, she was growing so furious that it could no longer be restrained to her gripping her board tightly nor tapping her foot. By this point, Malu was visible fury.
And, of course, that would be the time that her brother’s truck came speeding down the street.
And when it came to a stop, opposite of a glaring Malu, Kyle was smiling at her, eyes partially closed. As if he thought that giving her his trademark “I’m sorry” face was going to make up for making her wait until the literal last minute.
“Sis, I’m so sorr—”
Malu cut him off as she tossed her board into the trunk, and climbed into the passenger seat. “Save it!” She sternly told him. She leaned back into the seat and looked at him with the same scathing gaze that was trademark for her. “Don't just sit there like a dog waiting for a bone!” She gestured to the road in front of us. “Drive, you moron!”
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After they finally arrived at the Delbrook Campus, not even a second after his truck came to a stop did Kyle frantically see his sister hop out and grab her board. She didn’t even give him a hug or kiss goodbye. She didn’t wait for him to wish her a good day, which after the fact he realized was weird considering they’d have the same class this year. But still. Rude.
As he sulked for a few moments, Kyle took a glance behind him and admired his surfboard. The reason he was almost late wasn’t because he was slacking off. He just knew that there would be some killer waves to come in, so Kyle did the thing that always came naturally to him: he woke up at 3am, took a shower, and surfed for a few hours. Of course, where he surfed wasn’t practical considering he lived in Long Beach.
The waves he rode were in San Diego.
Yeah, maybe he understood why Malu was mad. Or maybe she just needed to chill. Or maybe she hasn’t pulled that stick out of her ass ever since her last relationship fizzled out. Truth be told, there wasn’t much Kyle could do there. She got with this person and they dumped her. And instead of dealing with it like the more mature sibling she claims to be, she lashes out at him just because he chose to go to the San Diego Beach and ride some waves on a school day.
“And I’m the rude one?”
Kyle shook his head and went to get some food, then went to class.
As the morning progressed, Kyle deduced a few things were made obvious. Number one was the most obvious and that was the incredible discomfort he found himself experiencing when he realized that one of his best bros, Cassian, his little sister sat behind him. And throughout most of that time spent trying to focus on whatever Miss Goldman was saying, he felt the tug internally between wanting to acknowledge her (yes, he’s aware that’s bad) and ignoring her existence for obvious reasons, but also because her brother was sitting in the next row and a couple of seats behind him.
So all in all, Kyle didn’t hear a single word that she said, but before he realized it, the Principal appeared on the screen. Kyle was getting ready to prop up, but when the old man told them to stand up for the pledge, there seemed to be a few others that just groaned when they stood up. And after it was all done, the old man talked a bit about what the year was going to look like.
When Mr. McGregor mentioned homeroom, there was a feeling of dread that passed through Kyle’s entire body when he realized he’d be in hell with one of his best bro’s little sister behind him and Cass watching like a hawk. Or maybe he wouldn’t. All Kyle knew was that he was in for one hell of a last year.
And after they were left go. And after the assembly ended, which left Kyle feeling a lot better than he had all morning, he was pumped. The Carnival was awaiting the most chill, yet most hypest surfer in all of Delbrook and Long Beach.
“Let's do this!” Kyle pumped himself up.
With a loud “wooo!”, he took to a charge towards the lacrosse field.
Kyle went deep into the carnival and had his eye on that big hammer thing with the bell...what was it called again? Honestly, Kyle never knew the name of it, but he knew that it was his favorite attraction alongside the ring toss. But it was the first thing he saw, so once he got his fill, he’d seek out the ring toss.
As the easily excitable surfer took off to a run, he found himself smiling. There were a couple of reasons for this. The bright lights from some of the more well-lit attractions and booths, the energy he felt when he stepped onto the field, but it was more than that, but also simpler. He was smiling because nobody was in line at the hammer-and-bell thing. So, he’d have first, second, third, and maybe if he was feeling lucky, fourth cracks at it.
“Kyle!”
He heard a murmur of his name being called out amongst the loud chatter and sounds. It caused him to stop and look around.
“Kyle! Over here!”
He heard his name being called again, but this time he found who was calling him.
“Oh no…” He shook his head. “Just...keep walking. Don’t do it. Yeah, she’s cute, but donnnn’t do it!”
As he repeatedly tried to convince himself that walking over to a cheek-to-cheek smiling Sandra was a bad idea, especially when she was wearing a really nice top--
Okay, you definitely shouldn’t be looking at what she’s wearing…
As Kyle half turned his gaze away from Sandra, he could still hear her call to him and he could still see her move her raised arm up in the air, as if trying to get his attention. If she had just learned when to quit, he could still make it to the hammer-and-bell game. It was less than ten feet away from him, but as he made a step towards it, he heard a gutwrenching sound that selectively paralyzed him only when he turned back around.
That sound that he heard was the godawful scream of one Alessandra Bishop after she found out how much force a speeding volleyball could dish out when it came into contact with the forehead
What felt like an internal struggle for Kyle was a simple game of tug-of-war. On one side, Kyle knew it wasn’t his job to go to her side, especially if it turned out she was okay. If he went over there and did make sure she was okay and wanted to leave, he knew she wouldn’t let him. God knew that if he did go over there, Kyle would curse himself because he didn’t want to give Cass the wrong idea.
But then the other side came into play.
Kyle was a good guy. Not only that, but all things be damned — including his kindasorta crush on Sandra — Kyle didn’t have it in him to leave Sandra, or anyone for that matter, laying on the ground after being struck in the face by a volleyball.
Rubbing his temples, he cursed himself and was running away from the hammer-and-bell game. He hadn’t looked back at it. He ran full speed to Sandra’s side and took a knee. Internally, he was still cursing but he couldn’t just leave her. “Hey, uh, you alright there, Ali?”
As he sulked for a few moments, Kyle took a glance behind him and admired his surfboard. The reason he was almost late wasn’t because he was slacking off. He just knew that there would be some killer waves to come in, so Kyle did the thing that always came naturally to him: he woke up at 3am, took a shower, and surfed for a few hours. Of course, where he surfed wasn’t practical considering he lived in Long Beach.
The waves he rode were in San Diego.
Yeah, maybe he understood why Malu was mad. Or maybe she just needed to chill. Or maybe she hasn’t pulled that stick out of her ass ever since her last relationship fizzled out. Truth be told, there wasn’t much Kyle could do there. She got with this person and they dumped her. And instead of dealing with it like the more mature sibling she claims to be, she lashes out at him just because he chose to go to the San Diego Beach and ride some waves on a school day.
“And I’m the rude one?”
Kyle shook his head and went to get some food, then went to class.
As the morning progressed, Kyle deduced a few things were made obvious. Number one was the most obvious and that was the incredible discomfort he found himself experiencing when he realized that one of his best bros, Cassian, his little sister sat behind him. And throughout most of that time spent trying to focus on whatever Miss Goldman was saying, he felt the tug internally between wanting to acknowledge her (yes, he’s aware that’s bad) and ignoring her existence for obvious reasons, but also because her brother was sitting in the next row and a couple of seats behind him.
So all in all, Kyle didn’t hear a single word that she said, but before he realized it, the Principal appeared on the screen. Kyle was getting ready to prop up, but when the old man told them to stand up for the pledge, there seemed to be a few others that just groaned when they stood up. And after it was all done, the old man talked a bit about what the year was going to look like.
When Mr. McGregor mentioned homeroom, there was a feeling of dread that passed through Kyle’s entire body when he realized he’d be in hell with one of his best bro’s little sister behind him and Cass watching like a hawk. Or maybe he wouldn’t. All Kyle knew was that he was in for one hell of a last year.
And after they were left go. And after the assembly ended, which left Kyle feeling a lot better than he had all morning, he was pumped. The Carnival was awaiting the most chill, yet most hypest surfer in all of Delbrook and Long Beach.
“Let's do this!” Kyle pumped himself up.
With a loud “wooo!”, he took to a charge towards the lacrosse field.
Kyle went deep into the carnival and had his eye on that big hammer thing with the bell...what was it called again? Honestly, Kyle never knew the name of it, but he knew that it was his favorite attraction alongside the ring toss. But it was the first thing he saw, so once he got his fill, he’d seek out the ring toss.
As the easily excitable surfer took off to a run, he found himself smiling. There were a couple of reasons for this. The bright lights from some of the more well-lit attractions and booths, the energy he felt when he stepped onto the field, but it was more than that, but also simpler. He was smiling because nobody was in line at the hammer-and-bell thing. So, he’d have first, second, third, and maybe if he was feeling lucky, fourth cracks at it.
“Kyle!”
He heard a murmur of his name being called out amongst the loud chatter and sounds. It caused him to stop and look around.
“Kyle! Over here!”
He heard his name being called again, but this time he found who was calling him.
“Oh no…” He shook his head. “Just...keep walking. Don’t do it. Yeah, she’s cute, but donnnn’t do it!”
As he repeatedly tried to convince himself that walking over to a cheek-to-cheek smiling Sandra was a bad idea, especially when she was wearing a really nice top--
Okay, you definitely shouldn’t be looking at what she’s wearing…
As Kyle half turned his gaze away from Sandra, he could still hear her call to him and he could still see her move her raised arm up in the air, as if trying to get his attention. If she had just learned when to quit, he could still make it to the hammer-and-bell game. It was less than ten feet away from him, but as he made a step towards it, he heard a gutwrenching sound that selectively paralyzed him only when he turned back around.
That sound that he heard was the godawful scream of one Alessandra Bishop after she found out how much force a speeding volleyball could dish out when it came into contact with the forehead
What felt like an internal struggle for Kyle was a simple game of tug-of-war. On one side, Kyle knew it wasn’t his job to go to her side, especially if it turned out she was okay. If he went over there and did make sure she was okay and wanted to leave, he knew she wouldn’t let him. God knew that if he did go over there, Kyle would curse himself because he didn’t want to give Cass the wrong idea.
But then the other side came into play.
Kyle was a good guy. Not only that, but all things be damned — including his kindasorta crush on Sandra — Kyle didn’t have it in him to leave Sandra, or anyone for that matter, laying on the ground after being struck in the face by a volleyball.
Rubbing his temples, he cursed himself and was running away from the hammer-and-bell game. He hadn’t looked back at it. He ran full speed to Sandra’s side and took a knee. Internally, he was still cursing but he couldn’t just leave her. “Hey, uh, you alright there, Ali?”
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