City kids in body bags

"If we're fucked up You're to blame." Isaac "Isa" Baines Eighteen // Male // Aquarius KH - Single Ship - AU

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MEET THE MUN

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E c l i p s e d -

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He likes playing in empty parking lots but the store clerk who runs the place chased him away. But Lea being the modest fucker he is— what really happened was the clerk threw an orange cone at him as the teen took off on his bike while giving him the bird. He burned rubber and the motor growled and spitted at him like a savage beast. And being in the heat of the moment; it can make a guy feel like he’s on top of the world. Specifically, it can get a guy riding for 10 minutes not knowing where the fuck he’s going.

Killing the motor off, Lea hopped off his bike and surveyed the area. A park, the teen idly kicked up some dirt with the soles of his boots. It looked deserted where he stood but he doesn’t trust the night. Lea knew that there has to be some crazy geezer out there killing people… with an axe…. Just like in the movies. Biting his bottom lip the teen then felt around for his pocket knife. Metal touching skin he traced the handle and curled his fingers over the weapon.

Faintly recalling the time his older brother has shoved a pocket knife in his hand saying to always have a weapon on him when facing the night, he gripped onto the knife. Admittedly,when he grips onto the knife like a vice; a sense of reassurance comes over him that he’s safe. Nothing can hurt him…

He liked the feeling.

Leaves crunching under his boots, it was the smell of cigarettes that made Lea stop. His nose in the air like a dog, he cringed. Could people even smoke here? Walking further into the park it was than that Lea spotted smoke and blue hair. Lowering the knife Lea squinted at the other.  “Isa? What the hell are you doing out here?”

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The burning end of his cigarette offered a better look of the red headed boy. He raised a brow at the scene before him. Even lowered, there was still a blade pointed in the small space between them. Isa wasn't sure what to make of the boy from their first meeting but now...? The blue haired teen let a smile tug at the edges of his lips, a smirk displayed on his features. He took a step closer, putting the cigarette back to his lips and taking a drag. "Whatcha going to do? Stab me?"

He blew the smoke downward, missing the other's face and instead aiming it against his chest, still standing a few centimeters from the blade. It didn't last much longer though, the moment of tension. Isa backed up, spinning on the heel of his sneaker and looking up at the sky. "I could ask the same of you."

A part of him knew he was being short with the redhead. There wasn't any bad blood between them but tonight the blue haired boy was looking for a fight. And maybe the  kid could be of help. Still Lea had done nothing. Isa huffed like an defeated pup, bending his legs and letting himself drop into the grass below them.

"I just wanted to get out of the house," He muttered, waving his hand lazily. "Sometimes I can't stand it." Isa hardly let that much out to friends. Not that he had any anymore. He laughed at the irony of this before looking back at Lea. "What about you?"

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Mortality.

In truth the age of sixteen was anything but sweet.

It was high school parties with warm wine coolers. It wasn’t school dances and sloppy kisses. For the teen it was days spent running with his make shift wolf pack. Elijah and the Avery girl had starting letting the younger boy tag along on their nightly excursions, the younger boy beating the soles of his shoes on the pavement to keep up with the older pair as they howled in the night. He knew the blonde was dangerous. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in the tone of her voice. But he kept his suspicions to himself, too thrilled to be a part of his brother’s happiness. Elijah and the blonde were inseparable and so Isa became their third limb attached when he could be.

Short summer nights become frigid winters.

 Sun rise sun set.

The laughter of life and the bang of a gunshot.

It took two days; two days of quiet and worry. Meredith seemed hardly bothered.

“He’s mad at me. Fucking brat. Just like your shit father.”

Isa paced. He waited in the empty room for a knock at the window or the sound of the front door. He waited and waited.

When they got the news she had laughed in the face of the police at their door. There was no way her eldest was dead. Gunned down? That was bullshit. But she followed them out of the apartment building. Leaving Isa to wait again.

When Meredith returned she was stumbling, held up by some stranger who whispered into her hair. She laughed like a teenager. She laughed like she hadn’t left one son to stew in panic and the other dead in the street.

“Where’s Elijah?” He asked, shoving the nameless bar sleeze away. She stumbled, her balance lost and eyes widening.

It hit her all over, the night of drinks no longer holding her memory hostage. She vomited on the floor and began to scream.

The funeral was quiet. Isa looked around for the Avery girl but she wasn’t there. Instead Isa and his mother stood next to a hole in the ground while they lowered him in.

They weren’t immortal.

They wouldn’t live forever.

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E c l i p s e d -

He couldn't help it; the nights had this sort of effect on him. Even in the rush of the city, bright lights keeping the streets alive, the night made him restless. Made him hungry for some escape. The small apartment he reeked of booze and as always it suffocated him in the darkness. Isa Baines walked down the old wooden steps with his hands in his jacket pockets, ear buds basically glued to his ears. The music slammed into his ears blocking out the sound of his own sneakers on the ground. When he stepped from the building they spared him the sounds of the city, leaving him with sweet vocals to sooth his mind.

It was a long walk out of the worst of the city but the teen wanted away from the tall buildings and bright lights. He wanted freedom from the racing cars and the weight of memories. Once he thought he was far enough he pulled a pack of Newports from his jacket pocket, putting one between chapped lips with a sigh of relief. The lighter was next as he turned into the large park- his destination. This late at night it was abandoned and to the teen it felt like a safe heaven. He pulled on the end of the cigarette, breathing in smoke and holding it heavy in his lungs.

On the exhale he glanced around, green eyes catching a familiar sight. Apparently the blue haired teen wasn't the only wanderer. "Lea?"

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I’ve been really digging this new, debut album from the band Sylvan Esso. It’s a perfect mix of electronic beats and folk melodies. Singer Amelia Meath’s warm vocals accent the analog synths of musician Nick Sanborn so well. This record caught me by surprise mostly, but now I think it might be one of my favorites of the year. 

This tune featured today, “Wolf”, has Meath howling melodically in the chorus as the pulsating synth drops in and out occasionally. Meath and Sanborn work incredibly well together on this record, and not one song is a throwaway track. I highly suggest you go out and buy this one.

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Just give him his heart back already. ;n;

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ooc;. Alright every one I’m really freaking tired. Work this weekend has been hell and I am drained. Tomorrow I have a couple hours that I’ll be on during the day but I also have an important phone interview.

So replies may be slow but I’m working on it promise. Also don’t be scared to message me for a thread. I really want to get all my muses more active with long threads

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"You know something?" Marluxia heaved a sigh, his tone laced with a dangerous amount of sarcasm, "I’m starting to think that maybe I should just dumb all of these beautiful flowers right onto the sidewalk where it’ll be much easier for people to step on them, seeing as how you’ve somehow managed to do just that without even noticing." He looked up to the stranger who had someone managed to walk right into the new bed of begonias he’d just planted. He crossed his arms over his chest and, with a stare that could stroke anyone dead from miles away, shot daggers into the eyes of the intruder. "So? Are you just going to stand there, or do I at least get an apology?"

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Isa hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. It was a rare occurrence but it happened. And usually after fights. So the blue hair teen stumbled through the cemetery, nose caked in dried blood and knuckles sore. He had little concern for the flowers or the pink haired man guarding them. His voice however, made the younger man jump, his body tensing like a scared dog. He even let a low animalistic growl slip past his lips. Soon the fog in his vision seemed to slip away and the teen rolled his eyes. "Sorry about your flowers." He hissed, trying to side step the other. "I'm just trying to see my brother."

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