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@averageangryorphan
"Another survivor in a city of ghosts"
Stole a phone from some dickhead who was harassing a kid. My phone now fucker!
Anyway my names Isaiah Hall. I'm a kid from Australia orphaned and stranded in Gotham City, because of course I got stuck in fucking hell on earth. 17 and seen too much.
I havent rped with isaiah for ages. I have an idea for an arc for him. One thatll end with his death... rebirth, and mental break further. Just need someone to rp with
Hey
You look like you could use some cookies.
*throws a bag of good quality homemade cookies and runs*
@not-a-fucking-flower
"Thank... you...? Ill never pass up free cookies to be fair."
"Another survivor in a city of ghosts"
Stole a phone from some dickhead who was harassing a kid. My phone now fucker!
Anyway my names Isaiah Hall. I'm a kid from Australia orphaned and stranded in Gotham City, because of course I got stuck in fucking hell on earth. 17 and seen too much.
Updated the intro post
Isaiah had finally come home, and he had been returning home more throughout the day. Almost like he's... worried, worried that something would happen to Jax or something.
On one such return... he came in, to see a man with a prosthetic arm... Wing. His breath hitches.
"...You're home."
'...The murderer is home, how do you feel isaiah? Afraid? You coward.' Isaiah ignores his thoughts
( @averageangryorphan )
(//also yes the speech in '' is in his head, he kinda broke mentally)
Wing felt awkward as he fiddled with his prosthetic. He had recently died the green in his hair to white and some what was coming in on his beard…he felt so much older. Calmer.
“Hey…kiddo. I’m sorry for…everything that happened. You must’ve had a hard time. We probably have a lot to talk about”
He quietly chuckled and moved over on the couch so they could sit on opposite ends. He reached down and sipped some coffee
He sat down too.
"...yeah it... has been a lot. But... you died, isn't that... isn't it more important than what I went through...?"
'...you're too scared to tell him about how you reacted. Went over the deep end... and that I came into being.'
Dick wanted to reach out but he knew the kid could use some space.
“I started going to therapy…I’m getting the help I need, but you aren’t kiddo. Handling the realization that I died and didn’t kill anyone when I thought I was a murderer was hard…but I’m getting past it.”
He let out a heavy sigh and sipped his coffee again. The apartment had been filled with flowers after he started working full time at boutique bouquets.
“Life is hard kid, that’s why we need each other. To support and love each other”
"...what?"
'...He has to be lying. He killed those people. Why would he be saying he didn't now?'
Dick chuckled again and set his coffee down saying.
“A woman was there that night, she killed all the assassins…and maybe me. We don’t know who she is yet but well that’s fine. I don’t feel a need for revenge or spite or even anger anymore…I just want to live with my beautiful husband and my wonderful son.”
He turned his head and smiled brightly. Sunlight gently shone down through a window and his warm smile seemed to glow at Isaiah
"...someone else killed those people...?"
'Hes lying he must be lying he killed them hes a murderer.' ...but why would he be lying?
Isaiah had finally come home, and he had been returning home more throughout the day. Almost like he's... worried, worried that something would happen to Jax or something.
On one such return... he came in, to see a man with a prosthetic arm... Wing. His breath hitches.
"...You're home."
'...The murderer is home, how do you feel isaiah? Afraid? You coward.' Isaiah ignores his thoughts
( @averageangryorphan )
(//also yes the speech in '' is in his head, he kinda broke mentally)
Wing felt awkward as he fiddled with his prosthetic. He had recently died the green in his hair to white and some what was coming in on his beard…he felt so much older. Calmer.
“Hey…kiddo. I’m sorry for…everything that happened. You must’ve had a hard time. We probably have a lot to talk about”
He quietly chuckled and moved over on the couch so they could sit on opposite ends. He reached down and sipped some coffee
He sat down too.
"...yeah it... has been a lot. But... you died, isn't that... isn't it more important than what I went through...?"
'...you're too scared to tell him about how you reacted. Went over the deep end... and that I came into being.'
Dick wanted to reach out but he knew the kid could use some space.
“I started going to therapy…I’m getting the help I need, but you aren’t kiddo. Handling the realization that I died and didn’t kill anyone when I thought I was a murderer was hard…but I’m getting past it.”
He let out a heavy sigh and sipped his coffee again. The apartment had been filled with flowers after he started working full time at boutique bouquets.
“Life is hard kid, that’s why we need each other. To support and love each other”
"...what?"
'...He has to be lying. He killed those people. Why would he be saying he didn't now?'
Isaiah had finally come home, and he had been returning home more throughout the day. Almost like he's... worried, worried that something would happen to Jax or something.
On one such return... he came in, to see a man with a prosthetic arm... Wing. His breath hitches.
"...You're home."
'...The murderer is home, how do you feel isaiah? Afraid? You coward.' Isaiah ignores his thoughts
( @averageangryorphan )
(//also yes the speech in '' is in his head, he kinda broke mentally)
Wing felt awkward as he fiddled with his prosthetic. He had recently died the green in his hair to white and some what was coming in on his beard…he felt so much older. Calmer.
“Hey…kiddo. I’m sorry for…everything that happened. You must’ve had a hard time. We probably have a lot to talk about”
He quietly chuckled and moved over on the couch so they could sit on opposite ends. He reached down and sipped some coffee
He sat down too.
"...yeah it... has been a lot. But... you died, isn't that... isn't it more important than what I went through...?"
'...you're too scared to tell him about how you reacted. Went over the deep end... and that I came into being.'
Dick wanted to reach out but he knew the kid could use some space.
“I started going to therapy…I’m getting the help I need, but you aren’t kiddo. Handling the realization that I died and didn’t kill anyone when I thought I was a murderer was hard…but I’m getting past it.”
He let out a heavy sigh and sipped his coffee again. The apartment had been filled with flowers after he started working full time at boutique bouquets.
“Life is hard kid, that’s why we need each other. To support and love each other”
"...what?"
'...He has to be lying. He killed those people. Why would he be saying he didn't now?'
Isaiah had finally come home, and he had been returning home more throughout the day. Almost like he's... worried, worried that something would happen to Jax or something.
On one such return... he came in, to see a man with a prosthetic arm... Wing. His breath hitches.
"...You're home."
'...The murderer is home, how do you feel isaiah? Afraid? You coward.' Isaiah ignores his thoughts
( @averageangryorphan )
(//also yes the speech in '' is in his head, he kinda broke mentally)
Wing felt awkward as he fiddled with his prosthetic. He had recently died the green in his hair to white and some what was coming in on his beard…he felt so much older. Calmer.
“Hey…kiddo. I’m sorry for…everything that happened. You must’ve had a hard time. We probably have a lot to talk about”
He quietly chuckled and moved over on the couch so they could sit on opposite ends. He reached down and sipped some coffee
He sat down too.
"...yeah it... has been a lot. But... you died, isn't that... isn't it more important than what I went through...?"
'...you're too scared to tell him about how you reacted. Went over the deep end... and that I came into being.'
"I was adopted by a Wing, does that sorta make you my alternate universe aunt? Or just family friend? I dunno multiverse is confusing. Either way nice to meet you, my names Isaiah." - @averageangryorphan
Hello Isaish! It's nice to meet you. I do not mind being your alternate universe auntie. 😊
"You seem cool. I don't think I've met my universes version of you, but there's plenty of time for that."
Really? I'm sure the Starfire in your universe will soon be there. She'll be amazing just as I am. I think 🤔
"Maybe. Won't know until I see her I guess."
💬
@koriandrofficial
"You seem cool, don't know you very well yet. I've also never met an alien before which is cool"
"I was adopted by a Wing, does that sorta make you my alternate universe aunt? Or just family friend? I dunno multiverse is confusing. Either way nice to meet you, my names Isaiah." - @averageangryorphan
Hello Isaish! It's nice to meet you. I do not mind being your alternate universe auntie. 😊
"You seem cool. I don't think I've met my universes version of you, but there's plenty of time for that."
Send a 💬 to hear how my muse feels about yours.
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You're so average
"...not even that good of an insult."
Tweenage angst
"I'm 17. Also my parents died I have a reason to angst."
Teenage angst then
Also, a lot of people have dead parents, do you have any other angst causations?
"One of my new adoptive dads became a murderer then died then came back to life- why is this turning into a therapy session?"
Tweenage angst
"I'm 17. Also my parents died I have a reason to angst."
70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
PINK FLOYD: THE WALL Dir. Alan Parker (1982)
