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The Young Buck

With hearing Tabby's voice, that could easily fry his sensitive hearing for a while, James' small smile became a grin. It was, interestingly enough, music to his ears. Though, seeing her scarlet dipped face and eyes of fine silver upon him, raised thoughts about her question to him. His brother's words seemed to be more true than he recognized, again. Though, that usually tended to be the case. It was funny when someone else realized his habit of staying to himself mostly.

It was one of the things that people sometimes used to lump him with Clara as a hippie as well. 'Hermits and hippies' seemed to generally have the same sort of mental imagery. Though, these thoughts were taking him off track. "I suppose so...though, John needed tea, so, I came down to get it." He raised the box into clear view for her.

"Besides, I thought it'd be nice to come see you..." He paused, realizing what he just said. "A-and the store mascot, George, of course." Buck gestured to the plant potted beside them. Though, with his hearing, he caught Ororo's voice among the others mention something that Tony was trying to show to the others. With the way that their tones were carried, there seemed to be some weight to the words.

This piqued his interest when his head turned to their direction. The other female of the group, Loki, he believed, asked the question why. Though, in the context it was presented, it didn't sound too good. Thus, his eyes turned back to Tabitha and he gestured with his head.

"Maybe we should go see what's going on over there." Buck suggested, taking a step or two over. It wasn't too close, but it was enough to show attentiveness.

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Post up tomorrow night.

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"They did my squad dirty."

Well, here Amadeus was, sitting on the bleachers for the Homecoming game. One of the most important games of their season. This year was supposed to be the anniversary of winning homecoming consecutively for ten years. The way they were playing right now, was going to be nothing short of failure. He would've been in this game. He was the second best reciever and best runner on the team, despite being a backup. So, why wasn't he playing?

Well, after the scariest halloween he had ever experienced, Deus was away from school for a few days, going through it. He explained to his aunt that it was just really deep-cutting cyberbullying. Although at first skeptical, when he explained that it had something to do with his mother, she seemed to understand. Though, he omitted the specifics, and he asked his friends to keep it that way. He'll find a way to explain it to them when he's ready.

On the otherhand, the principal wasn't exactly as compassionate. To be fair, the principal was a pretty fair judge of their school's affairs. However, the unexcused absences had to be addressed and disciplinary measures had to follow. So, the principal gave him a choice; Football or Basketball.

For Deus, it was a pretty tough call and he talked to Coach Dickens about it. They seemed to come to the concensus that Basketball was the way for Deus to move. He was a top player in the country, NBA scouts reported that he appeared as though he was going to be a great draft pick. Plus, with all that he had built for himself, he couldn't risk the opportunity of getting a scholarship.

However, he also cautioned for Deus to keep his grades up, and to try keeping from getting any more marks on his record. Deus already had several mark-ups in October due to shannanigans he did with Ron, which was what got him to that point. Though his former best friend was a whole other can of beans. A can of beans that left the state of their friendship in a real funk.

After Hell-oween, they were already in a weird place because they almost never kept secrets from each other. Ron's though, severely bothered Deus. He was possibly a dad. What was more was that, if that were true, that also means he abandoned the girl he knocked up and their baby.

A confrontation happened, and it didn't end well. Ron abandoned their lifelong friendship. He blocked Deus' number, unfriended him across almost all social media platforms, and eventually his family just moved away. It was one crushing blow to the next, but it made him grateful that he managed to find himself with a group of real friends.

Bernie checked on him all throughout the period of emotional turmoil, Isaac brought cookies and they gamed a couple of times even though they weren't even all that close. When Deus' little world turned upside down, they hung upside down with him until everything rolled over.

So, here he was, sitting among their niche little group on basically empty bleachers watching a footbal game that seemed dead.

His shoulders rolled some in his varsity jacket as he listened to the others echo his thoughts on the game. On the proposal of leaving to go find something else to do, he slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I'm with rollin' out. Dudes are throwing in the towel, and the game's bout dead as a beached whale."

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You know, I might throw up a CS for Spider-Man

Dark Reflection (Original Superhero RP)

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The Young Buck

_Theme

It felt natural. His fingers against the metal strings. He didn't know why, but there was just a certain soulfulness in the way that they sounded. His mother told him that the guitar, especially the acoustic, was a very special instrument. From an early age, he wasn't sure why, the sounds that this wooden box with a tail made soothed him like nothing else.

James had been sitting here for a good 45 minutes, just jamming away in his room. He could go on like this for a while, that is, unless he was interrupted. Which he was; his door was knocked upon. Buck rested his palm on the strings to silence them.

"Come in." He spoke to John through the door. He knocked the same way every time. Every person's knock sounded differently, even if only slightly, Buck noticed. The door opened and his brother smiled, leaning on the doorframe.

"You know, there are things outside of this room." John chuckled.

Buck shrugged, but a corner of his lip turned upward in a small smile. "Yeah...I can hear them."

"Well, why not go experience them?"

"Is this another history lesson?" Buck groaned.

"Well, Mom did say that 'Every action you take makes history.'" John hinted, doing his best impression of their mom, and they both laughed a bit.

"Alright. I'll go for a walk."

"Good." His brother commended, pulling out his wallet and placing fifteen dollars on Buck's dresser. "Since I know you're gonna stop by the cafe at some point, pick me up one of their boxes of tea, will you?"

"I'll be sure to..." Buck replied as John already started down the hall and down the stairs. He exhaled some, pulling his ear-plugs off of his desk. The lad always wore ear-plugs when he left from their home, considering that his senses were always dialed to ten. They didn't block the noise out all the way, like they would for most people, but they brought it all down to a bearable level in noisy areas.

John told him that they moved when he was really little, to the farther side of town, to a house on a hill, to limit all the noise. His brother had powers just like he did, but he learned to control them much better. He promised that James would learn one day. For now though, ear-plugs it was.

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Buck had been walking around town for a good hour and a half. He went to go hang with Hank who seemed to be experimenting with a toad to try coding it for computer simulation and animations. While the notion sounded cool, James was really more interested in making sure he didn't hurt the little guy. Amphibians are kind of fragile because of how soft and squishable they are.

That aside though, he rode his bike to the downtown area, where X-Presso was located. Looking in the window, he could see some of his friends inside already: Kurt, Ororo, and Tabby. While parking the bike out front, he gently dusted himself off before entering.

Inside, Buck glanced around at the other teens and let off a small sheepish smile, but he went up to the counter first. Faithful to what John asked him to get, he picked up a box of tea that smelled kind of like maple trees and purchased it. Looking at the two groups that formed, he decisively picked the smaller one. Seeing Tabby and Clara, he chuckled but didn't say a word yet so as to not interrupt the conversation between Clara, Tabby, and the potted fern.

As the ever energetic Clara's attention span bounced away, James merely smiled. "Hey Tabby."

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You know what it is. I'm gonna post later on tomorrow night.

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Zamn Tony. How you bag that? That's a lil black Queen over there.

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So, she's our squad's Gir from Invader Zim. Cool.

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Bruh out here passin out all the off the record stuff on the low. I'd imagine he don't do it for free, in which case, he's the plug.