Thane

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Morning/whatever it is in your timezone dudes. Might be too early to say so, but I like every character. <3

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Sonny Kassem, Thomas Jones and Amelia Rashfree

The Bleachers

Interactions: @King Tai
@carla6677 Collaboration.

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Kas was still busting out stupid comments and Thomas was still trying to ignore him when Amelia approached and took a seat next to them, saying hi and expressing her wish for tomorrow to come. Kas, ever obnoxious, chose to focus on the unimportant part of what she had said.

"Shit, not me Hayley Williams, I'd rather every day be carnival day rather than deal with sitting in a bitch ass classroom listening to some prick chat such and such about whatever."

Thomas just looked at Kas in disbelief for a second before turning to face Amelia.

"What's got you worried?"

"Well I prefer to be productive, I am trying to keep my life on the good side but today is pretty much the deciding day, and it doesn't really matter but the person that started all of this is back" She looked down quietly. She had never mentioned her father and she hardly talked about her mother. He has had a 7 year prison sentence and got released today. You could tell that her worry was more fear. She didn't know what to do if he came back. "Someone from my past is coming back, I now know why he left" she mumbled quietly and you could see that it was breaking down her walls of no emotion.

Thomas could tell whatever she was talking about had it's hooks in her deep. He had a few of those hooks himself, painful things from the past that were agonizing when they happened but slowly healed over the years, becoming less and less painful until they were knocked by people, places or situations and you were reminded of the pain all over again. He was a little lost for words, Amelia was more Kas' friend than his, but Kas was even more emotionally illiterate than he was. As if to prove the point of Thomas' inner dialogue Kas piped up.

"Shit girl, you want to talk about people leaving you're in the right place. We just left a city of nine million damn people to come to this fucking place. The land of the eighteen year old seniors and the fuckable principles."

Ignoring Kas and hoping Amelia would too Thomas quickly wracked his mind for something to say. Anything.

"People coming back into your life can be difficult. You going to be okay?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Thomas would never be good at this sort of thing, probably because he never got it himself... Now wasn't the time to analyse his own past again though.

"It was all his fault, I never want to see him again, He is stupid, mean, and he caused everything bad that ever happened to me" She said angrily. "I know he will find me and expect me to forgive him but I know him, he will go back to doing what he is doing and the cycle will happen all over again I can't deal with it" Her hidden fiery temper was coming out and you could see as she had never been this angry as tears clouded her chocolate brown eyes. "He will end up going back and my mother will go back to how she used to be and then it would all be on me again all because of him" she yelled. She was hitting next to where she was sitting over and over again in her anger.

What she said hit a nerve with Thomas. Made him remember how many times his mum had taken his father back before they finally broke up for the last time.

"That's sounds... Really fucked up. I'm sorry, but who will?" Thomas asked softly, surprised that Kas hadn't said anything. Maybe even he had gotten the hint now.

Amelia looked down as she got rid of her tears. "I have never told anyone what happened as I only found out the reason 2 days ago, it is a long story, my father, if he comes back he will ruin everything again, he will apologise but the next day he will do what he does and then some time he will go back where he was, my mother will go back to the way she was and I will have to do what I used to do" She looked at Kas. He would know that she meant that she would have to do everything again and her mother would going back to being an alcoholic. She bit her lip. "What he did and what happened scares me because I don't want it to happen to someone I know" she mumbled.

Thomas for some reason felt like he should take a step back from his role in the conversation. She was talking to Kas now, and for better or worse this was no longer his responsibility. Kas had befriended her, and it seemed he had somehow even earned her trust. This was on him.

Rubbing his jaw awkwardly Kas was even more lost than he would be in the classroom, this was definitely not his area of expertise, but she was looking at him.

"That shit won't happen again. Your mum learned her lesson, remember? People don't just backslide on stuff like that. Besides, it's been years, she might even not care about him anymore."

It was shit, even Kas knew it. Thomas on the other hand was proud. He'd tried. In an incredibly awkward situation, the type where defense mechanisms flourished he responded seriously, which was no small feat by any means for him. If the conversation wasn't so grim Thomas might have smiled.

Amelia nodded quietly. "I never told you about my father, I only found out what he did a few days ago but I knew where he was and now he is back." She had written in her diary which she accidentally dropped on that page as she looked down quietly. The diary was telling how her father had been in jail. It also said why she was there. "Even if my mother didn't go back to the way she was, I will always be caring for myself, you never go back after you know how to, there are some things you can never come back from" She mumbled. She held one more secret that no one in the whole world knew about her.

"That's true I guess, but it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Independence is what most of the people on this field are striving for. You've got it, you may not have gotten it in a nice way but it's yours now anyway. There's power in that." Kas spoke, in a very unusual way for him.

When Amelia dropped her diary both Thomas and Kas instinctively looked down at it. Thomas was able to read a sentence or so, finding out where her father had been. He'd guessed as much. Kas hadn't been able to read it in time, his mind too preoccupied with trying to magic up a way to make his friend feel better.

Amelia snatched up her diary. Her father had tried to drag her into it, she remembered now and he did but less than a week later he got arrested so she wasn't that deep into it and managed to get out but he would try to drag her into it again. "He is going to do what he tried to do before he left, drag me into it, make me do what he does, I don't want to but he will make me, I will end up just like him, a criminal, I don't want to end up in jail" She mumbled quietly. You couldn't tell what she was talking about as she looked down. She clutched her diary quietly and looked up at Kas.

"Trust me, you're not going to jail. Even if whatever it is got you arrested, no ones going to lock up a first time offender, especially a student in a tiny ass town like this. You're going to be okay, I'll try to help you in whatever way I can. Now come on, there's nothing we can do about this right now. Let's go find E.J and have some fun before we have to start those punk ass lessons tomorrow." Kas got to his feet, offering her a hand up.

Thomas smirked, that asshole could be cute.

Amelia took his hand and stood up before pulling away. She was smiling brightly. "Yeah lets go and find EJ" She giggled brightly and looked around and saw him and ran over to him. "EJ, EJ" She giggled and hugged him tightly. EJ was her boyfriend as they had got together in the summer holidays. "How was the end of your summer since last week because I was busy preparing this week for school, wanna hear a new song I wrote?" She giggled brightly. She was a girl who loved music and books so she wrote songs and stories. She sat next to EJ and waited for their response. "By the way I think Thomas and Kas are on their way over," she told him.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I should probably mention that I'm probably not going to be able go post a post for Lilac until the day after tomorrow. Sorry! DX

@Framing A Moose

I for one will be tided(?) over by the hilarity of your username.

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@MissCapnCrunch@Thane

Ah~ both things sounds far more productive than what I'm doing~ I should take inspiration from you two XD

Gym. Chili dog. Both burn calories, right? :D

Ah~ you guys are more cool than me in music XD

@LovelyAnastasia

Damn, I really hope these chilli dogs do. That would be awesome. We didn't have chilli dogs in England by the way, I don't know why nobody told us about that shit. So simple, yet so beautiful.

Ha, what do you like?

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Sooo~ What's everyone up to~? Lurking? Writing?

And what kind of music does everyone enjoy?

@LovelyAnastasia

Somehow ended up drinking and making chilli cheese dogs instead of going to the gym.

I like Hip Hop and rap, which is most of what I listen to. Also rather enjoy certain reggae, rock and blues too though.

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@Thane does Amelia know Thomas or just Kas

@carla6677

Just Kas, unless she's been to his house, which she probably hasn't since all Kas does there is smoke weed, bag weed and listen to music. If she has though she would probably have met Thomas. Tis up to you. :)

@Everyone: Is the dialogue between Kas and Thomas easy enough to follow/understand or should I give them different colors?

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Pretty much the same post. Small tweaks here and there.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Thomas Jones & Sonny Kassem

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The Bleachers - No Interaction

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Thomas reached for his phone, blinking his eyes repeatedly to try and rid himself of the grogginess that staying still and reading for a couple of hours always gave him. Maybe not a couple of hours, according to his phone it was 5:40am so it had only been an hour and a half, but still, it was hard to keep track of the passage of time when invested in a book. He’d been reading The Awakening of Intelligence again. It was one of his favorite books and he liked to re-read it every year or so to see if he perceived the discussions within it any differently. Alas he had things to do today and no more time for such meditations.

He got up slowly from his bed feeling lazy and sluggish and flipped on his bedroom light. Damn space was so small he barely had to take two steps to reach the switch. Turning around he looked at himself in his full size mirror. He was naked, just how he liked to sleep. He was feeling uncharacteristically self conscious today though, probably because today was the day he’d meet, or at least see a bunch of the people he’d be attending school with. He looked at his own face, he wasn’t ugly, but he’d never be a model, not that he'd ever had any aspirations of being one. His eyes moved down to his arms and he tensed them some. At least those looked good, both muscular and toned, they fitted well on his stocky build. He looked at his stomach and chest. They were broad, so he had that going for him at least, but his stomach was a little chubby, not to mention the ugly scar a few inches left of his belly button. Finally he just looked at himself fully. He was of about average height for his age, but his dad was only about 5’7 from what he could remember and his mum was under 5’. That combined with the fact that his muscles were already developed and he had hair where grown people do made him worried that he wouldn’t get much, if any taller than he was now.

He sighed, taking his boxers off of his computer chair, putting them on and grabbing a towel. Time to try and make himself presentable.

Half an hour later he stood fully dressed in front of his bedroom mirror. He didn’t look too bad. He’d opted to wear his dark gray jacket over a white t-shirt, along with loose fitted dark blue jeans and his black hiking boots. The boots were comfortable and added a couple of inches to his height, which he liked. Satisfied he looked as good as he could make himself look he left his room and headed downstairs. He found his mum and Kas both sat on the sofa watching TV, Kas took a long drag of his spliff before passing it to his aunt. She’d been up all night again it seemed. She’d spent most nights awake for the last… Well, she’d done it for all of his life. Guess she found it more peaceful. Surprisingly Kas was actually dressed, usually he'd be asleep for at least another five hours.

"Morning ma... Kas, you actually coming to the carnival?" Thomas asked casually, opening the kitchen door a little to try and let some of the weed smoke out of the living room.

"Yeah, I gotta sell some product. Half my damn customers right now are middle aged rich assholes who need to toke one after a stressful day trading stocks... flipping real estate and shit." He laughed, finding himself funny as usual. "Great for the P's, don’t get me wrong. Most of these brehs buy in bulk, but they're no fun to deal with at all. Plus I want to see all the gyal dem I’mma be tryna fuck for the next few years."

"Sonny." Maria warned.

"Sorry auntie."

"Anyway, cool." Thomas interrupted. "On the subject of money though, can you lend me $30? I need some money for the carnival, school lunches and whatever else."

"I gave your broke ass $20 last week!"

"I bought food with that, which you’ve been eating! Plus don’t even hit me with that broke bullshit. You been making nuff cash just for walking a mile or two every now and then."

"Don’t blame me cause I’m more entrepreneurial than you bitch."

"You two, I’m trying to watch this."

Kas rolled his eyes, but got up, they both stepped out of the living and into the kitchen, shutting the door behind them.

"Shit, it’s bright as hell in here." Thomas complained, shielding his eyes as they were trying to adjust from the relative darkness of the living room.

"True that." Kas agreed.

"Anyway, yeah, you the shit for breaking into a tiny ass towns underworld in record time, but for me to make that kind of money I would have to work ten hour shifts cleaning dishes or washing cars and I still wouldn’t be able to get the hours to make in a month what your ass is making every few days."

"Whatever man, fine. Take this fifty… Be complimenting me and shit, that’s a low blow cuz, you know how I feel about flattery. You're gonna have to work for it though, have to drop some shit for me sometime or somethin', since your ass insists on being in on the proceeds anyway."

"Fine. Thank you." Thomas smiled, fist bumping his cousin.

"Welcome man, we leaving?"

"Yup, you got your stuff?"

"Yeah."

"You can't bring a blade to school on your first day man."

"Shit, yeah I can. These rich punks ain't searching no one. Besides, I'd be more worried about the cro if I were you. The blade don't stink." He chuckled, finding the pissed off look his cousin gave him amusing.

"Fine, just don't get me expelled or arrested. Let's go."

Kas and Thomas walked back through the living room, Thomas leaning down and giving his mum a kiss on the cheek.

"We’re off now. Try and get some sleep, you were up all day yesterday too."

"I will. You two be safe. Love you."

"We love you too. Inabit." Thomas said softly, going out into the doorway.

"Peace auntie!" Kas grinned, following him.

"Alright, let’s go punk."

Half an hour later they were sat on the bleachers on the schools field listening to the enthusiastic speech coming from the head mistress. It was pretty surreal compared to what Thomas was used to back in England. His old school sure as shit never had this kind of pride holding it's faculty and students up. Even still he scowled at Kas who was sat next to him, giggling at the display.

"You hear this shit Thomas? Fucking seniors? As if these punk ass 18 year olds are using zimmer frames or something. They got a damn carnival too! Can you imagine a carnival back at St Josephs? Fucking kids would be snatching and running at the food vendors and shit." He continued, giggling, his high obviously hadn't worn off yet.

"Hush man, this could be important." Thomas spoke, quiet and sternly, scowling at his cousin.

"What's important is how buff our head teacher is. Check her out! Shit, I hope I get sent to her."

"They're called principles here. Now shut up for a minute, you're attracting attention. You can run your mouth when we're dismissed any time now."

With that Thomas started looking around, trying to see if he could spot any familiar faces and trying his best to ignore Kas' continuous remarks.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Posting IC first post in about a minute. You guys know what to do.
No shoving or pushing. No name calling. No fist throwing. No mother shoveling.

teehee

Oh, and I'll be allowing @Gowi & @RBYDark in for the last few trickling in.

A little over shot my original numbers, but I think they will be great additions to our little family.

@MissCapnCrunch

Yay! :D <3

I can't promise anything about the shoveling of mothers however. That sounds like it might be fun and I cannot abstain without trying it.

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@Thane they can still be friends

@carla6677

Ouch, I wouldn't use that line to him. :P But aye, luckily our characters will never be aware of their puppet masters intentions. No awkwardness or heartbreak for anyone, unless it's planned. xD