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@sethwinslow

Just a teenage mutant runaway. Plug me in and turn me on, And flip the switch, I'm good as gone. [[indie roleplay blog. set in the xmen marvel universe, will roleplay with anyone]]

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{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Maverick held Seth as close as possible, smiling to himself as he felt the teen’s hot breath hitting the fabric of his coat. He felt responsible for Seth and he’d give up on his life for Seth if it was needed without thinking twice. Maybe that’s why his brother couldn’t stand taking care of him when he started to ruin his life; for a 21 year old boy it must have been hard to deal with what was happening. The singer still hasn’t taken Seth to the doctor but the other’ scold seemed to have faded away so he wasn’t rushing with that, even though he thought he should. The brunette nodded at the teen’s words and shrugged it off; he figured Seth would tell him what he wanted-if he wanted- with time. “Oh, I see.” Maverick mused. “You don’t need to worry about it anymore, ok?” He smiled softly, giving Seth’s shoulder a reassuringly squeeze. “By the way, you can stay at my place for how long you want.” He nodded. In fact, Maverick wanted Seth to stay for a long while, so that way he could make sure the teen was fine.

The boy kept close, leaning his head gently against the other as he sniffled just a bit. His nose was still a little stuffy, but the feeling like his head was spinning and he was going to cough up an internal organ had, luckily, faded. Seth was glad Maverick wasn't pushing. It was reassuring in and of itself, not being shoved towards something, be it a doctor or his story. "Okay." He said quietly, looking up at the man with a weak smile that seemed to grow a little wider at the other's permission to remain there. "...really?" His voice shook just a little, disbelief still there although hope glimmered just under the surface. For as long as he wanted? That was a dangerous promise to make, as Seth was almost sure he could be happy staying with Maverick for a very, very long time.

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There was kindness in his eyes, even if the boy did not see it, as Louis shrugged and spoke softly, as if thinking of something else entirely. “My boy, none of us really belong anywhere.” He motioned the boy ahead of him, mostly in order to make sure he went. Louis knew the man who owned the cafe, in point of fact, and the man knew Louis like to bring in strays. Usually they were simply out of work, sometimes homeless, but a good hot cup of coffee and some pastries never went amiss.

"So we can not belong anywhere all at once. Get it out of the way early, and get on with living."

After a moment of silence, Seth gave a small nod and began walking. Bony fingers kept the coat he'd been lent wrapped tight around him and his head remained bent downwards. It would be best to just go and not refuse or ask just what the man had meant by that. Anyways, he would hopefully be given something warm to eat or drink. He couldn't really fight too hard against the promise of warmth.

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{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

The singer wrapped an arm around Seth and pulled the young man closer to him, a soft smile on his lips as the teen kept his jacket wrapped tight against his small body. His lips turned into a thin line as he tried to think where they could go. Maybe a cafe or a diner, or anything like that so Seth could drink something warm, something that would help with the cold. As they walked down the streets, the singer wondered how it’d be when Seth got tired of letting him help and decide to run away… Maverick hoped that this day never came, but he couldn’t help thinking about it. His jacket would be truly missed but he’d worry a lot with Seth. The two of them never got to talk about them and there was so little Maverick knew about the kid… “Alright, the first nice cafe we pass by is our destiny.” He chuckled. “So, Seth, what happened to you that made you leave your parents’ house?” The singer asked curiously, even if worry was heavy in his voice.

Seth leaned happily into the touch, leaning against Maverick's side and shutting his eyes for a moment, relieved. Safe. He felt truly, honestly safe for the first time in a long time. Sure he was worried it would be gone in the blink of an eye, but he might as well revel in the feeling for as long as possible. "Alright." He agreed quietly as he rubbed at his nose, the lingering itch from his cold still there. Luckily it had faded greatly with heat, blankets, and cold medicine. The second question, though, had him tensing and ducking his head to stare at the ground. Shit. Of course Maverick would ask. It was his right to ask. "I-I, uh.....m-my dad, he.... wasn't very...n-nice. Had to...get out." It was an abbreviated version, leaving out the death that he caused.

{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

The brunette was actually glad that he’d ended up meeting Seth at that night by the bus stop, he felt good with himself for actually helping someone… it felt right. Maverick had already seen Seth with that jacket of his and he’d actually given up on that piece of clothing, it was Seth’s now. The teen looked good on it and he seemed to really like it, as it comforted him or anything from that nature -not that the reason mattered a lot- if Seth liked it and it made him happy, then Maverick didn’t mind. He just smiled at the teen’s words and nodded shortly. “Where you wanna go, kiddo?” He asked as he walked towards the door with his 'new little brother'.

Seth kept the jacket wrapped tight around him as he followed along side Maverick to the door, giving a little shrug. He didn't really know of any places around here, at least none he'd bothered trying to enter before. Getting shooed away from various places had been something that made him feel even more downtrodden. Now he had to keep reminding himself that Maverick was helping him out, that for now things weren't too bad, really. That maybe things would be alright. It was hard to believe, sure, but he ought to try. At least until the man got sick of him and hit him or kicked him out or left him somewhere under the pretense of being back in a minute. Head ducked at this thought. "Uh, anywhere."

{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Maverick had always been the little brother and after that he only had to take care of himself -which he couldn’t do perfectly well- and now there was Seth and he felt like he should be the big brother for once, protect the other from anything that could hurt him and as he waited for the younger of them to return, he sunk down on the couch and sighed. Seth had gone through a lot, from what it seemed, and the singer had no clue as to what to do to help the other, he was going to try his best, though. That was for sure. When the other came back with the jacket Maverick had wrapped around him when they first met, the singer smiled brightly. “You look presentable.” He teased with a soft chuckle and stood up to grab his keys so they could leave.

His hands were hidden in the pockets of the warm jacket, that had become a sort of security barrier. If Maverick was out working and hadn't worn it Seth would usually keep it wrapped around himself for warmth and a reminder that Maverick was coming back, that he wasn't going to vanish and leave Seth alone again. He gave a weak smile at the teasing and the bright smile, hurrying across the room to stick by Maverick's side. "Thanks." He said, voice very quiet as he looked up at the man who had sort of taken him in for the moment.

{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

The singer smiled weakly, sadly at Seth as he looked up. The other’s red-shot eyes and his swollen face from crying was killing him and maybe that was what his brother felt when they were younger and Maverick started to cry because he ‘missed mom and dad’. Maverick placed a soft kiss upon the young blonde and ruffled his hair a bit with a soft grin. “Stop apologizing and go wash your face so we can go out for a coffee or anything else you want.” He nodded once and his smile grew a bit brighter. “If you want, you can grab one of my jackets.” Maverick said with a playful wink.

The hand in his hair and the smile were both reassuring, the soft kiss to his hair even more so. It was...it had been missed, the kind touches. It was something his mom had always done, his dad, too, when he wasn't angry. Touches to shoulders, his arms, a hand ruffling his hair and warm lips pressing to his forehead. Seth hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until now. "Okay. Thanks." He gave a wavering smile, regretfully slipping away from Maverick to go and wash his face. Once he'd decided his face looked okay enough to go out, he went and got the jacket Maverick had wrapped around him back at the bus-station, slipping his arms into the slightly too-long sleeves and walking back out to give the man a small smile.

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LeBeau pulled his overcoat off and handed it to the boy. It was warm and it would cover the worst of the problem.

"Places like that, my friend, will let anyone in if they think they can pay, and if the person acts as if they belong.”

Seth hesitated, looking from the coat to the man and back again before accepting it with a murmur of, "Th-Thanks." It was slipped on over his clothes and he gave a soft, relieved sigh at the warmth.

"I-I d-d-don't, th-though. Belong, th-there. So." The boy shrugged and shuffled his feet a bit, staring to the ground rather than the man's eyes.

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{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Maverick promised himself he’d take care of that kid as if he was his little brother and when he felt Seth burrowing closer to him, he just leaned towards him, trying to comfort him as best as he could. Maverick had never been good with words, but who said you can only comfort people if you talk? Seth seemed to be calming down and that made Maverick smile relieved. He tilted the other’s head up and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile.

Seth looked up at Maverick with red-shot eyes. He'd been crying for a long while before the older of the two had come back and it showed in the bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. He ducked his head again and scrubbed slightly at his cheeks, trying to get the feeling of dried tears from his face. "S-Sorry." He whispered again. What had he been thinking? Maverick would have come home to a dead body and a bloody room had he not shown up on time. The idea of the man coming back to that had guilt bubbling up in him.

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"My name’s Alec," he says, watching the kid carefully, worried for a moment that he’d scared him off - but he seemed to settle, for all he carefully avoided the question. "But y’know, everyone just calls me Hardison."

He snags a piece of pizza for himself, figuring maybe it’ll make Seth feel better, feel a little less nervous. He takes a bite, busies himself with chewing, waits to see if the kid’ll offer up anything more.

"Y’know, I don’t know what’s goin’ on and I ain’t gon’ ask, but you should know - well, I ain’t just some clueless guy." He fixes Seth with a keen look before he reverts his gaze to his pizza once more, moves some of the toppings around thoughtfully. "Foster care an’ some rough homes, an—"

He looks up with a smile, an easy shrug.

"I don’t know why you’ running, kid. But don’t y’ever think y’gotta do it alone. Someone out there who’ll help."

(Like his Nana.)

"Nice...Nice to meet you." The words threatened to catch in his throat for a moment before he forces them out, along with a weak, small smile. And maybe when the man does take a piece of the pizza for himself it does make his shoulders relax, if only just a little bit. Hardison. Alright, then. He continues eating his slice of pizza in small, careful bites.

He's silent until the other continues speaking.

When Hardison does continue speaking, all that tension has slipped back into his muscles and bright eyes dart to glance at the door. He said he wouldn't ask. But that wouldn't stop him from googling, or asking around, or...

Seth forces the tension from his body and glances back to the floor with a shrug, feet scuff against the floor nervously. Who? Who would want to help him? Once they found out the whole story, at least. Freak. Murderer. Belongs in a cell so he can't hurt anyone else. He nibbles again at the pizza in an effort to keep his mind from a destructive path.

Silence seems the best option. Agreeing would be a lie, arguing would seem suspicious. So Seth opts for silence yet again.

#captaindiscipline

It took far longer than he would have liked, more than once he considered just scooping the boy up, but since he was at least somewhat concision he decided against it. Finally they reached the stoop and he wondered if he made a mistake, he sighed heavily looking at the steps and knowing the lift just inside the big front door was out of order, that meant six flights of stairs with this kid hanging off his side.

"Fuck it," he knew it was going to nearly kill him, but he wanted to get up to his apartment before day break at least. "Alright kid I’m just gonna carry you from here." he said moving his arm from around his neck and scooping the boy up easily enough. grimacing at just how light he was, no wonder the kid went down.

Seth had stumbled along, using the man's support in order to keep himself even somewhat upright. He felt a bit bad, using the man as a crutch, but he was tired and his head was spinning, so here he was. The stoop was looked at with trepidation as he winced and mentally steeled himself for the steps. It would probably be hard.

"Oh." He didn't object. Didn't have time to object, really, as he was suddenly in the air with the man's arms supporting him. Seth didn't fight back, instead choosing to remain quiet and still and to let his eyes slip closed once again. Hopefully he wouldn't loose consciousness again.

{gun thing} "Seth, look at me. Put the gun down... Pulling that trigeer won't make things any easier, it'll only make it harder for you. Think straight, man, if it's bad now, you gotta work your ass off to make it right. Ending it is not a solution. So, put the gun down and let's go for a walk, okay? Just don't do this... it's stupidness." He said softly, walking closer to the other. "Just drop the gun and I'll help you make things better, okay?"

His hand shook around the weapon, breath caught in his throat and eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t supposed to be back so soon. When he approached the boy stepped back, the gun remaining pressed to his head and his finger still on the trigger. He didn’t say anything as he blinked hard against tears before slowly lowering the gun before letting it drop to the floor with a clatter. Seth stumbled a few steps back, eyes wide and scared. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Maverick pressed Seth closer to his body when he leaned heavily against him and he sighed softly. “Yeah? I’ve had too…” He mumbled. That was true, though. Maverick had hurt people before but he decided to change and here he was, a new man. “But, look at me, I’m a new person now. People change, Seth, like the seasons of the year… and that means you can change as well. Be a better person if you think you aren’t one.” He sighed and held the younger even closer to him -if that was possible- when he ducked his face in his hands.

Seth just gave a weak shrug, burrowing closer against Maverick. He was right. He knew he was right. But it was hard to believe, really. Difficult. How could he get better when he couldn't control it? It was hard, and he was scared. Seth tried to swipe tears away with the back of his hand, frowning and hiding his face against the man's shoulder.

I’m a s u r v i v o r

A [warrior]

fighter

{but I’m broken

beyond repair}

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"I could findja a good doorstep," Crutchie offered. "Or an alleyway." For some reason, he felt like he wanted to help this new kid out. After all, Crutchie would have been out on the streets and jobless if Jack hadn’t found him all those years ago.

The boy gave a little nod and shrug. "I-If you...don't mind?" He gave another small smile as he clung to his scarce belongings. Why Crutchie was being so kind and offering help was beyond Seth, but he would accept the help.

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"Huh?" Crutchie’s mouth snapped shut. He shook his head. "It’s fine, Seth. D’you want me tah show ya where the Lodgin’ House is? Costs ten cents fer a bed."

Seth blinked at the offer before shaking his head a little bit. "Don't have th-that much." He really ought to have taken some money from his father's safe-box before fleeing, but to leave his mother alone, with no money? He couldn't. So now he had not even a penny to his name.

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"Sure!" Crutchie chirped happily, and then yawned. "Anyone can be a newsie….with a little practice…." He yawned again.

The yawns made his eyes widen apologetically. "Shoot. S-Sorry. I, uh...I w-woke you up. Sorry."

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"—Hey, man. Spare a light?"

[Dom seems expectant, cigarette dangling almost precariously from pale, slender lips. A brow arches as he extends his hand, fingers waggling.]

{he freezes, blinking at him nervously and fumbling in his pockets for the cheap little lighter he'd purchased in an attempt to get some source of heat, even if it was a flickering little flame]

"Uh, here."

#smokingxgreenberg

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