have you any love?

I try, you know? To be as good as the others, as bright, as outspoken - but I don't think I was born to be like them. No matter how much I try. I'm the forgotten one. The blacksheep. It's how it's meant to be, I without love or recognition. I the son...

[beautiful-kelvia-blog]

You would do t-that? For me, Riks? I mean, I-I do not want to waste your t-time with s-something that seems so silly. Though, you did say t-that it is totally c-criminal that I have not e-experienced it. I would not w-want to get in trouble f-for not taking up t-the chance to.  

[blacksheepharteve]

Of course I would Kel - I, ah, wanna spend more time with you. Plus it be pretty neat to see you experience taco for the f-first time! It's not silly, I mean, I-I don't think it's silly. 

Right, wouldn't want to do that! Are you, uh, free now?

[prudenceowens-blog]

"It is a music store. If it didn’t have a large collection of music, what good would it be? And if you don’t know what you’re looking for than just take my suggestion and run with it. Or don’t. I don’t get paid by commission."

[blacksheepharteve]

"You make a v-very good point, no wonder you work here! A+, I mean that." he chuckled a bit nervously. "I'm looking for some stuff to, uh, write to like really good focusing music. Or is that a r-really dumb way to ask for something? Do you have any suggestions? You seem to be very confident." 

[classg-disaster]

No, I was at home. Why would I walk around the store barefoot?… Do you walk around the store barefoot?

I was, yeah. Why?

[blacksheepharteve]

Right, right, that makes much more sense than, uh, what I was considering. Absolutely silly of m-me. Do you not own many bookcases?

Oh I was j-just curious. 

[classg-disaster]

Paper cuts on my goddamn toes. This is some bullshit.

[blacksheepharteve]

D-did you hurt yourself at the store? That's the only way I could picture, um, paper cuts on the toes. Those piles can be very t-tricky...

You were on the schedule today, weren't you?

[prudenceowens-blog]

"If you’re looking for something decent to listen to, I’d suggest Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons, anything else and you’re missing out when it comes to the Baroque era. But hey, what the hell do I know — I only work here.”

[blacksheepharteve]

The Baroque era was a really n-nice era for music....I don't really know what I'm looking for. Just sort of realized I don't have much of a m-music collection, um, here in the theory.

This store has a lot more options than I thought, ah, it would. 

[dylanxwhite-blog]

I think today is the first day in weeks that I’ve gone into work and not wanted to eat everything in sight. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m shocked. I always want tacos.

[blacksheepharteve]

M-maybe you're sick? I hope not but that could be the case, ah, or something. I couldn't imagine waking up and n-not wanting tea. Which I feel could be on the same l-level as you and your tacos...

[beautiful-kelvia-blog]

Is that s-so? We do not h-have them b-back at home and I have n-not heard about t-them until just today.

[blacksheepharteve]

M-mhm! Totally criminal. How strange...I sort of thought they were e-everywhere, y'know? 

Maybe, if y-you want to of course, I could take you to Taco Spot. I mean tacos aren't my all time favorites but they have to be e-experienced! At least once, plus nachos are incredible!

[gallianxblood]

Is there something I can help you find? I know it can be a bit difficult to find— well anything in here.

[gallianxblood]

[blacksheepharteve]

Um, maybe, I was just sort of looking around. I wanted to see if you all had any old books or anything? I-I know the book store does but I work there and it s-sort of takes the fun right out of searching. 

Or, um, maybe some old journals? I've n-never been in a thrift shop before. My parents frowned upon it, b-but you don't really care about taht.

[twistedtodd]

Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to pour me a drink?

[blacksheepharteve]

I don't actually, um, work here. Is everything alright? You seem, ah, unimpressed? 

[mumuinfinity-blog]

"Are you planning on ordering something or do you intend on sitting there with a dumbfounded look on your face. Really, I have all night to wait on you…”

[blacksheepharteve]

I don't know really...I just sort of s-stumbled into here since I've been in the theory for a while and never really explored. Some have told me I get a dumbfounded look on my f-face. Good to know that's still a thing. Oh good that might give me tim--

You're, ah, being sarcastic...aren't you?

[beautiful-kelvia-blog]

…W-What on earth i-is a taco?

[blacksheepharteve]

Kel you've never heard of a taco? Or a-ate one? That seems almost criminal.

[birdcageedits]

Current Event: Rikker Harteve gets Stabbed in the Back.

[birdcageedits]

 The second youngest Harteve offspring sat at the end of the bed in a guest room in the Mayor’s house he had been staying in during the lockdown. His once so subtle and innocent eyes glanced over to see his younger sister Raelynn asleep in the bed. The previous event obviously wearing the young woman down. He was shocked that he was not able to sleep, but then again the sadness and anger that filled his soul made it hard for the young man to even think of sleep. It blew his mind that one of his closest friends was found dead only days before and now the town was in an uproar. The old Rikker would have cried, probably hid himself, and blamed himself. But no, that was not the same Rik that sat at the end of the bed that Wednesday evening. This Rikker was a young man filled with pain, confusion  and enough anger to lead an army. This Rikker was one not to be messed with and one who did not want to fear anymore - a stubborn young man that had nothing left to fear and nothing left to hold him back. His sad angry eyes looked back at his sister - he had promised to stay in and stay by her side.

 Today would be the first day he would ever break a promise. His teeth sunk deep into his lower lip before sighing. The words ‘I’m sorry’ came out so honestly as he stood up and walked away from the comfortable safe bed he once sat at. He let himself look in the mirror, his eyes were blood-shot, hair a mess, clothes just thrown on, and dark bags beginning to form. He had no other want than to take the man’s life that took Daniel’s, he wanted to put all the anger he was feeling away om the man’s body with a knife, a try to get back to the happy state he was in. He did not want to sit bake and rely on people as he had always done, he wanted to protect those he loved. A nervous sign fell from his lips as he thought of his family, the friend he had made, and then Kel who he finally kissed. But it wasn’t because he wouldn’t see them again, no it was to keep them safe. Before he turned to leave a flash of Daniel flooded his sight. The blind man did not say anything in his vision but only smiled at him before disappearing. 

 A part of the young man wanted to turn around and just find his place on the bed but the other part of him wanted revenge. Unlike always - Rikker Harteve chose the side with the risk. He already had a pocket knife tucked in his back pocket as he moved out of the bedroom as quietly as he could. He was quick and silent just as he had grown up to be, his kind eyes caught an image of Aaron passed out on the couch, everyone was exhausted it seems - just not him. It was easier getting out of the home that he thought it would be, he felt terrible for breaking two promises in one day but he knew this would be the only true way to get out his unbearable anger. For a while he simply walked in the darkness and looked for the man, who’s face was blurred. No luck came from that at lest not for a while. Until he made eye contact with a stranger in the shadows. “Come a-and get me a-asshole!” he yelled in the almost-night air. There was nothing but anger and bravery in his tone as he ran to the middle of the town pulling out the pocket knife he had tucked away. 

 Rikker stood for a few moments as he screamed once more, he knew that he would need to make sound to get the attention of the police force. He stood in the middle of the town, not caring if he would get caught for breaking lockdown, anger was all he could feel and the blade in his hand ached to be in the man walking up to him. He made his actions obvious just in case he was not able to take down the stranger. He only got a few almost stabs at the man before the stranger took the weapon from his grasp. At that point, the messy haired young man realized what place he put himself in. He wasn’t safe, wasn’t scared, but wasn’t in control either. It took the man only a handful of seconds before he was at Rikker’s back where he lunged the knife in and out of his back. Leaving the man to fell the instand warmth creep down his back and his life slowly fading before his once innocent eyes. This attack was not like the others because the stranger did not wait, he left Rikker to slide down the fountain and sit and wait for his own death. 

The attack was all caught on camera and made the town alarms go off, Rikker Harteve sat with a stab wound. He was only hanging on to life by a hair. 

[blacksheepharteve]

On August 7th 2055 at 9:12 PM EST: Rikker Alvin Harteve died in his sister's arms. 

[blacksheepharteve]

I-I'm sorry...

[rae-harteve]

Hey, you’re a Harteve.. you’re strong a-and stubborn… you have to fight this, Rikks. Just a l-little bit longer and someone’ll come. Someone has to find us soon, o-kay? I’m n-not leaving you.

I know, Rikk, I know it is… but you can’t give up. I won’t have to. You’ll be here to take care of her yourself. And the second you see her after this, you’re going to tell her you love her, because I know you do. And I know she loves you, too. Just focus on me, okay? F-focus on my.. my voice. I love you, Rikks. God, I love you so much. Just d-don’t go.

[blacksheepharteve]

I.....love....y-you........

[blacksheepharteve]

I-I'm sorry...

[rae-harteve]

D-don’t say that! Rikker, this isn’t… why did you… you’re not dying, okay? I told you nobody was g-going to split us up and I meant it.

No, Rikks, this isn’t your fault! You have to stay awake, okay? D-don’t close your eyes. Please don’t c-close them. You’re going to make it through this a-and you’re going to help us find who did this, and you’re going to write your poetry a-and marry Kelvia and.. God, Riks, I don’t know what to d-do.

[blacksheepharteve]

I.....don't....t-think I'm...strong enough. B-But I'll try, I-I promise I'll try...

It's g-getting hard to breath....I feel so tired R-rae. I love, okay?....you...w-will take care of Kel? R-right?.....t-tell everyone I'm sorry....j-just.....in...case. I-I love you.....I-I'm sorry....I can't feel....a-anything....I-I'm s-so cold.

[blacksheepharteve]

I-I'm sorry...

[rae-harteve]

I don’t… I-I don’t.. Rikks.. I don’t know what to do, Rikker, t-tell me what to do! What do I… how do I stop the b-bleeding? What do I do?

I don’t hate you, Rikker. I love you so much. S-so much. It’s supposed to be just you and me, remember? You’re all I have… so you have to h-hold on, okay? Just hold on and you’ll be fine. You’ll be f-fine.

[blacksheepharteve]

I don't know w-what to do....e-either. I-I think I'm d-dying.....

I l-love you...too...s-so much....I-I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have w-went out.....I'm s-sorry. Okay....I......I-I'll try.

[blacksheepharteve]

I-I'm sorry...

[rae-harteve]

Rikker?

[blacksheepharteve]

P-please don't h-hate me...Rae. I had to.....t-to do this.

[blacksheepharteve]

I-I'm sorry...

[fitfora-king]

[Noticing a familiar figure by the fountain during his patrol, Aaron calls out] Rik?[There’s no response and with the fear in him increasing, Aaron begins to rush over.] Rikker is that you?

[blacksheepharteve]

[Rikker sat feeling every bit of pain rush through him, blood coating his back like a warm blanket. He did not fear though nor did he regret, a soft smile crept over his parted lips] I-I almost had him.