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"It all started on a dreary day in December. The snow was fresh and I was young, pure even. But then, while playing in the snow- I stubbed my toe on a hidden log. Since then I have not stopped crying."
- An excerpt from The Origin Story of Cryfest the Cynical Jerk
- An excerpt from The Origin Story of Cryfest the Cynical Jerk
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Quincy Knight stocked his way through the parking lot, the invitation was being forcibly crushed through the fingers of his fist. He had tried talking himself into football- but after reading the invitation a third time he couldn't bring himself to go. “In loving memory of Suzanne Moore.” His mind repeated. He trembled and pulled his keys out of his jacket pocket. He pressed the autostart button and his black Camry, affectionately named ‘Baby,’ started up with a soft purr.
He opened the door and threw his backpack and the crumpled invite to the passenger side door. He needed answers. Why were they just giving up? It had hardly been a full week and nobody was looking for her. She had to be out there. He was going to get answers. He reversed out of his parking spot and nearly hit the bumper of another vehicle coming out. Even knowing it was his fault he flipped them off before speeding away.
It only took fifteen minutes to pull up by Suzi’s house. He knew the way like the back of his hand, he had spent the year picking her up and taking her home from school. He saw an unfamiliar car already parked by the house and frowned. He got out and slammed the door closed. Somebody in dark clothing was already on the porch. Quincy narrowed his blue eyes recognizing him as he got closer. He scowled, it was that Pervert. How dare he show up here.
He all but ran up to the porch- not even really sure what he was going to do when he got there. Quincy roughly grabbed Gwyn's shoulder, pulling him around to face him. “How dare you show your face here.” He snarled.
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He opened the door and threw his backpack and the crumpled invite to the passenger side door. He needed answers. Why were they just giving up? It had hardly been a full week and nobody was looking for her. She had to be out there. He was going to get answers. He reversed out of his parking spot and nearly hit the bumper of another vehicle coming out. Even knowing it was his fault he flipped them off before speeding away.
It only took fifteen minutes to pull up by Suzi’s house. He knew the way like the back of his hand, he had spent the year picking her up and taking her home from school. He saw an unfamiliar car already parked by the house and frowned. He got out and slammed the door closed. Somebody in dark clothing was already on the porch. Quincy narrowed his blue eyes recognizing him as he got closer. He scowled, it was that Pervert. How dare he show up here.
He all but ran up to the porch- not even really sure what he was going to do when he got there. Quincy roughly grabbed Gwyn's shoulder, pulling him around to face him. “How dare you show your face here.” He snarled.
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@RyuShura Looks like you have a good group going so I'm going to lurk :)
I'd be interested in joining c:
11:15am
Central Market of Izayoi Village
Theodore Weber felt the heat of the early sun on his back, sweat sliding down his bare skin. He pulled his hammer back and struck forward, the nail giving a solid ‘thunk’ as it was properly embedded into the wood. He let the hammer slide into his belt, it had been getting steadily heavier as the afternoon approached. He looked down, standing steadily on top of a ladder. Piles of scrap wood were being sorted by one of the local villagers and a few of the younger boy’s in the village were helping to lift wood and shingles up to some of the others helping to rebuild the crumbling building. The village had been working to rebuild it for some time now, since before he had come to refuge at the village.
“Theo! You okay up there? Come down and get a drink!” an older man called to him. Theo nodded and started down the wooden ladder, careful not to slide and get splinters in his fingers. He hit the dusty ground with a ‘thump’ and the jerk caused some sweat to slip onto his eyelashes. He lifted a hand and did his best to wipe it off, but only smeared more sweat onto his face.
Theo turned and approached the man who had called him down, smiling gratefully as the dark-skinned man handed him a green canteen. He swung the opening into his mouth, greedily drinking the cool liquid. “Hey now, leave some for the rest,” the man chuckled. Theo let the canteen fall from his chapped lips and handed it back with a cheeky grin. “Thanks for the water, Hache.”
“It’s not a problem. Water isn’t thank you enough for how much help you have been in the reconstruction.” Hache smiled, the wrinkles deepening in the corners of his eyes.
“It’s a good workout and with the way things are, it's the least I can do to help.” Theo waved a dismissive hand and walked over to a pile of tools that were littered and piled into a makeshift workbench. He grabbed a rag and used it to soak up a bit of the sweat gathering on his brow. Despite the rain that had littered the village the night before, the sun was unbearably hot. Such unstable weather was not uncommon, Theo simply accepted it.
He glanced out at the horizon seeing some scattered clouds and the shadowed droop of rain near the outskirts of the village. He turned his attention away as he heard footsteps approaching behind him. “Weber-Sama!” A young boy stood before him- Theo was about to smile but the urgent look on his face kept friendly gestures at bay. “What is it?”
“You are summoned by Kiwami-Sama to meet in the townhouse,” the boy nervously scrubbed at a patch of dirt sticking to the corner of his mouth.
“Alright, let me finish up here and I’ll be on my way,” Theodore responded as he turned away.
“It’s an urgent matter, please go at once,” the boy insisted. Theodore’s brow furrowed and he gave a terse nod. The boy turned and started walking away, on whatever business he planned to do next. Theodore went back to the work bench, pulling his simple white t-shirt from where it was hanging on a scrap piece of wood and pulled it over his body. He would have liked to shower and clean up before meeting the Elder, but duty was calling.
“Hatche,” Theo called, the dark skinned man turned to him- he had been giving another man some of the canteen water. “I’ve been summoned so I’ll be leaving for today.” He said, Hatche smiled and nodded, “Please take care!”
Theodore turned on his heel and straightened his shoulders. He quickly made his way through the village. Despite the heat people were bustling about on work or business, though an overall tone of dread hung over citizens. He quickened his pace and quickly reached the large townhouse, entering he was immediately ushered to the Elder’s room. Already, Drake and Foresight were there with Kiwami and Abe and he gave a friendly tilt of his head. He wasn’t particularly close to either Drake or Foresight and wouldn’t have called them friends back at the academe, though now they were the closest he had anymore.
Central Market of Izayoi Village
Theodore Weber felt the heat of the early sun on his back, sweat sliding down his bare skin. He pulled his hammer back and struck forward, the nail giving a solid ‘thunk’ as it was properly embedded into the wood. He let the hammer slide into his belt, it had been getting steadily heavier as the afternoon approached. He looked down, standing steadily on top of a ladder. Piles of scrap wood were being sorted by one of the local villagers and a few of the younger boy’s in the village were helping to lift wood and shingles up to some of the others helping to rebuild the crumbling building. The village had been working to rebuild it for some time now, since before he had come to refuge at the village.
“Theo! You okay up there? Come down and get a drink!” an older man called to him. Theo nodded and started down the wooden ladder, careful not to slide and get splinters in his fingers. He hit the dusty ground with a ‘thump’ and the jerk caused some sweat to slip onto his eyelashes. He lifted a hand and did his best to wipe it off, but only smeared more sweat onto his face.
Theo turned and approached the man who had called him down, smiling gratefully as the dark-skinned man handed him a green canteen. He swung the opening into his mouth, greedily drinking the cool liquid. “Hey now, leave some for the rest,” the man chuckled. Theo let the canteen fall from his chapped lips and handed it back with a cheeky grin. “Thanks for the water, Hache.”
“It’s not a problem. Water isn’t thank you enough for how much help you have been in the reconstruction.” Hache smiled, the wrinkles deepening in the corners of his eyes.
“It’s a good workout and with the way things are, it's the least I can do to help.” Theo waved a dismissive hand and walked over to a pile of tools that were littered and piled into a makeshift workbench. He grabbed a rag and used it to soak up a bit of the sweat gathering on his brow. Despite the rain that had littered the village the night before, the sun was unbearably hot. Such unstable weather was not uncommon, Theo simply accepted it.
He glanced out at the horizon seeing some scattered clouds and the shadowed droop of rain near the outskirts of the village. He turned his attention away as he heard footsteps approaching behind him. “Weber-Sama!” A young boy stood before him- Theo was about to smile but the urgent look on his face kept friendly gestures at bay. “What is it?”
“You are summoned by Kiwami-Sama to meet in the townhouse,” the boy nervously scrubbed at a patch of dirt sticking to the corner of his mouth.
“Alright, let me finish up here and I’ll be on my way,” Theodore responded as he turned away.
“It’s an urgent matter, please go at once,” the boy insisted. Theodore’s brow furrowed and he gave a terse nod. The boy turned and started walking away, on whatever business he planned to do next. Theodore went back to the work bench, pulling his simple white t-shirt from where it was hanging on a scrap piece of wood and pulled it over his body. He would have liked to shower and clean up before meeting the Elder, but duty was calling.
“Hatche,” Theo called, the dark skinned man turned to him- he had been giving another man some of the canteen water. “I’ve been summoned so I’ll be leaving for today.” He said, Hatche smiled and nodded, “Please take care!”
Theodore turned on his heel and straightened his shoulders. He quickly made his way through the village. Despite the heat people were bustling about on work or business, though an overall tone of dread hung over citizens. He quickened his pace and quickly reached the large townhouse, entering he was immediately ushered to the Elder’s room. Already, Drake and Foresight were there with Kiwami and Abe and he gave a friendly tilt of his head. He wasn’t particularly close to either Drake or Foresight and wouldn’t have called them friends back at the academe, though now they were the closest he had anymore.
Quincy Knight’s pencil scratched mindlessly at a poorly drawn football where his notes should be. He was looking forward to class ending- eager to get to practice and out of the stuffy room where he could feel eyes behind him. They all gazed at him with disgusting pitty.
The bell rang and Quincy couldn’t help but sigh in relief and reach down for his backpack. The physics teacher, Mr. Scott, held up a hand and said, “alright, settle down..” he leaned back in frustration his blue eyes automatically flickering to the door with longing.
It was just in time as Olivia Hall, one of Suzie’s good friends came in. Quincy had hung out with her on quite a few occasions. She was a kind girl if a bit overly sensitive. Seeing her teary eyes meet his, briefly, he knew she wasn’t visiting the class with good news. It probably had to do with the funeral.
It had nearly brought him to tears to hear of it- he may not have loved Suzie the way she loved him, but she didn’t deserve this. And to hold the funeral so... soon? Nobody deserved this. Not tearful Olivia or all her friends who couldn’t make it to school and most importantly his reputation. What kind of reputation was having a dead girlfriend? All it got him was somber talk and ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ No, it would have been better if this tragedy could have been avoided.
He was wrenched from his thoughts when a soft hand touched his and a letter was laid down on his desk, “I’m sorry Quincy. I hope your doing okay.” tearful Olivia told him. He gave a tense nod, as she pulled away. He had stayed with her the night after the news reached them. She had called, nearly indistinguishable from a gurgling fish on the phone. She had cried for hours, leaning on him until she had passed out and he graciously took his leave from her house.
People who had already received an invitation were packing up to go, so Quincy grabbed his backpack and the invitation and stood up- intent on leaving this time. Before he could walk out he caught sight of the Pervert and bile rose up in his throat. He wished that he had done more than just kick him a few times. Maybe then this could have been avoided. He hated the way he was twitching and mumbling and gazing at Olivia with... anger? Sadness? Or maybe he was waiting to invade her privacy as well.
He didn’t love Suzie, but she didn’t deserve whatever that Pervert did to her. She was nothing but kind to him. The police hadn’t even detained him for questioning. Maybe they figured he was too wimpy to do anything of that nature to her. Harmless pictures. Quincy had to look away, he was feeling sick and angry. He didn’t want to start pummeling him in the middle of the room. He wasn’t a bully and he didn’t want the school calling him that. He needed to handle this with poise and grace- and maybe something could be done out back with his boys. Where prying eyes wouldn’t catch them. If the police weren’t going to do something about him... he was.
For now he would throw his frustrations into football practice.
The bell rang and Quincy couldn’t help but sigh in relief and reach down for his backpack. The physics teacher, Mr. Scott, held up a hand and said, “alright, settle down..” he leaned back in frustration his blue eyes automatically flickering to the door with longing.
It was just in time as Olivia Hall, one of Suzie’s good friends came in. Quincy had hung out with her on quite a few occasions. She was a kind girl if a bit overly sensitive. Seeing her teary eyes meet his, briefly, he knew she wasn’t visiting the class with good news. It probably had to do with the funeral.
It had nearly brought him to tears to hear of it- he may not have loved Suzie the way she loved him, but she didn’t deserve this. And to hold the funeral so... soon? Nobody deserved this. Not tearful Olivia or all her friends who couldn’t make it to school and most importantly his reputation. What kind of reputation was having a dead girlfriend? All it got him was somber talk and ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ No, it would have been better if this tragedy could have been avoided.
He was wrenched from his thoughts when a soft hand touched his and a letter was laid down on his desk, “I’m sorry Quincy. I hope your doing okay.” tearful Olivia told him. He gave a tense nod, as she pulled away. He had stayed with her the night after the news reached them. She had called, nearly indistinguishable from a gurgling fish on the phone. She had cried for hours, leaning on him until she had passed out and he graciously took his leave from her house.
People who had already received an invitation were packing up to go, so Quincy grabbed his backpack and the invitation and stood up- intent on leaving this time. Before he could walk out he caught sight of the Pervert and bile rose up in his throat. He wished that he had done more than just kick him a few times. Maybe then this could have been avoided. He hated the way he was twitching and mumbling and gazing at Olivia with... anger? Sadness? Or maybe he was waiting to invade her privacy as well.
He didn’t love Suzie, but she didn’t deserve whatever that Pervert did to her. She was nothing but kind to him. The police hadn’t even detained him for questioning. Maybe they figured he was too wimpy to do anything of that nature to her. Harmless pictures. Quincy had to look away, he was feeling sick and angry. He didn’t want to start pummeling him in the middle of the room. He wasn’t a bully and he didn’t want the school calling him that. He needed to handle this with poise and grace- and maybe something could be done out back with his boys. Where prying eyes wouldn’t catch them. If the police weren’t going to do something about him... he was.
For now he would throw his frustrations into football practice.
@Blu I’m very excited! Good luck!
@Blu Awesome, got it fixed and up in cs :)
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