#tpara

[thecarpenterclan]

@rileywalkerrp

Tanner let out a sigh as he looked around the bar, before turning to glance up and down the street from his seat at the window. He picked his phone up off the table, even though he’d only checked it a few minutes ago. She wasn’t coming, she’d stood him up. He ran a hand through his hair, this was embarassing. Gulping down the remainder of his drink he stood up. Feeling his phone vibrate when he checked the text it confirmed she wasn’t coming.

[thecarpenterclan]

TannerxBilly

@jxst-an-average-fxmily

Tanner sat waiting for her in the library. Their weekly study session was supposed to have started half an hour ago and he let out a sigh as he tapped his pencil against his workbook. He was used to her being late, she didn't exactly come across as the type that wanted to study. He just sometimes wished she realised even he had better things to be doing than wasting time waiting for her. He turned his attention to his book when he finally saw her walk in, attempting to make it look like he hadn’t even noticed she was late.

[cternity]

learn a little // theabandonedones

     Tessa Okuro is not a bad teacher. She really isn’t. She knows what she’s doing all the time and knows caters to people who learn differently from others. She can make someone ashamed of getting a B, and someone else proud of getting a C. Tessa Okuro is not a bad teacher, not at all- she’s a respectable teacher, even. She just seems to have an infinite amount of knowledge tucked into her skirt, hidden away from prying eyes with nothing but a quirk of the lips and the squeak of a marker against a white board. Tessa’s teaching methods aren’t even really the problem.

     Tessa, herself, is the problem. She’s a harsh person, cold and calculating, rude and abrasive, brash and arrogant. Her personality is something hard to get along with, and most students have learned better than to even try. A firm believer in tough love is what she is. She rubs off the wrong way and smiles while doing it. She pushes her students to their limits, pushes them until she knows she’s pushed too far. Her classroom is almost always quiet, besides for her voice and the clicking of her shoes as she movies around the classroom. She knows a majority of her students call her a bitch to their friends at the lunch table, knows that their friends all probably murmur in some kind of agreement, and she finds herself not genuinely caring. All that matters is that every single student in every class she has isn’t failing. All she cares about is the progress she watches her students make in her class. Sure, she might be in a classroom full of children that despise her very presence with every inhale she takes, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are genuinely learning.

     Calculus isn’t supposed to be fun, is something she has said before when someone complained about her personality to her face. Calculus is hard as, well, dicks, she had continued on. And that was the first time she has seen all of the students in her class looking at her in some form of shock or amazement, completely unaware that Miss. Stick Up the Ass could use vulgar language.

     She knows that’s a story that has reached lunch tables, as well. She doesn’t care.

     But, as she said, all of her students pass her class. And that it all she cares about by the end of the day. That these kids will graduate with extensive knowledge of something they’ll never need in day to day life. So, of course she notices when on of her student’s grades starts to slip. It’s slow at first, to the point where it is barely even noticeable. But it sure is noticeable when she looks into the gradebook and sees the 90′s turned into 70′s and sometimes even lower.

     And of course she isn’t going to sit idly by and just watch a student who showed such wonderful potential fail her class. She refuses to let that happen. So on a wonderful Tuesday, right before the bell is about to sound, she walks over to the students desk and squats in front of it. She wasn’t going to let someone who wouldn’t let their disability stop them from completing public school just fail her class. She will not let that potential go to waste.

“Kyle, I was wondering if we could have a word after class?” Pursed lips, a cold glare forming over her face at the people deciding it smart to look over at her. Which seems to get them to look away well enough. “It’s rather important.”

theabandonedones

[ofc-tasha]

004.

"Here goes nothing." 

The young girl stepped inside an abandoned warehouse with her journal tucked in her hand, as her oval shaped sunglasses lock away her blue irises from the world. Her head turned every now and then to glance around for anyone who might be in sight. In the process of her working she'd heard someone clear their throat, which made her stop in her tracks and turn around being greeted by a tall male. Within a blink of an eye he motioned his head to the right for Tasha to go down the stairs. Without speaking she turned back around to go to the basement door, which had already been opened. Her ears picked up the sound of an stern voice which sounded familiar to her very own fathers. As she walked down each step the voice came clearer and made out to be who she had suspected. 

The girls father had been a 6'2 male with brown/grey hair, with strong features that could make him look as if he'd been your worse nightmare that you had no clue about, along with a long scare that had been healed coated down the side of his face to his jawline. When he turned to see who'd walked into his warehouse he knew that it's his daughter. Tasha and her father hadn't had any contact since the incident. He stopped his training of a young boy who didn't look over the age of seventeen, turning her direction to walk to her with a bright smile upon his face. As he reached his daughter he pulled her into a tight hug while she'd returned the hug as well. It lasted more than five minutes and as much as she wanted to cry in her fathers arms she couldn't. Any emotion she'd show would give off that she'd somewhat became weak due to her feelings for someone. 

Her father pulled back from her and looked at the item in her hand, keeping his warming smile before raising his brow so he was able to retrieve the journal. Without hesitation she handed over her book so her father could see what she'd been doing these past years. As he skipped through certain pages to find the most current ones his frown dropped and he look at Tasha with an glare onto. She gulped before opening her mouth her father signaled everyone to clear the room, and they did so. 

"I knew something was off about you when you stepped before me. I have taught you and trained you half your entire life! I've told you over and over never let anyone break you or let down your wall! What was the point of me taking my time out to help you become something you've wanted if you're going to throw it all away on some knuckle headed ass boy? You think this boy will be there when you need him? You think this boy gives a damn about you? What have you learned? No matter what happens and or is said everyone is a target. What have I told you? Huh? Take those damn glasses off your face." Her father spat, removing a lighter from his pocket and flickering it while the flames came in contact with pages going up in flames, he tossed the burning book over into the trash.

Tasha didn't know what to say because her father didn't understand the way she felt. He wasn't in her shoes nor would he be able to handle it. Taking off her sunglasses she stood before her father with a low head because, she felt as if she disappointed him. But then again lately, she had been sinking a lot and breaking. Her emotions were getting the best of her day in and out. It was stopping her from being able to do her job, she liked someone who she didn't think felt the same about her. Giving up had been the only option for the way out. Everything that lied within her wanted to fight but, a person can only fight so much before cracking and being done. 

"You don't understand how I feel, father. He isn't like how you think he is. He's something more decent and you'd like him but instead of you allowing me to say anything you jump to conclusions. Some people in this world are good people, me having feelings for someone had nothing to do with me killing. You'd know that if you listened to me and let me explain. I don't see the issue here." 

Her father didn't want to hear anymore of this, he knew his daughter more than anyone who'd tried to before. He knew when she'd become weak and soft. He snatched her sunglasses to throw them down onto the floor, stepping onto them. He gripped her arm and dragged her over to the mat over onto the floor. Tasha knew exactly as to what her father wanted her to do. Without a doubt she charged forward towards her father, balling her hand into fists throwing jabs at her father as he moved around onto the mat, she struck him four times in the face before she stepped back to kick him, which went him flying back into the wall. Her father gathered himself so he was able to face off with his daughter. As they both dueled they took blows, kicks, and bruises to their bodies. 

His daughter slipped up and he grabbed her by her throat to pick her up off the floor to slam her down onto her back with no intention of hurting her. He drew a blade from his pocket to place it to the the blued eyed girl throat. He made sure the metal grazed her throat while he spoke..

You've become weak and I told you once this happens, I am done with you. Don't come back here ever again, until you get your head back where it belongs. If you step one foot on this ground, I'll kill you personally, myself."

With being said he clenched his jaw and leaned up to adjust his attire, tossing down the blade with Tasha's name engraved into it. Then he walked away without saying another word. All the girl could do was lay in her spot and close her eyes with tears streaming down her face. She'd just lost one of the most important people in her life because of wanted something different than her father. It wasn't fair to her but, Tasha couldn't be upset with anyone besides herself. Due to the fact that she chose her life, now she had to live it. This wasn't an easy decision, though when was anything about the girls life easy or her own decision? Her father had already made his and it was final. 

"Maybe it was time to give up..." she whispered silently  to herself. 

[ofc-tasha]

003.

"You're a fighter, can't stand defeat. You're a magician at hiding the hurt from you." 

Tasha sat on her bed opening her journal to a fresh blank page. So much had been on her mind lately, where as to all she could do was smile and suppress her pain to the point she'd forget about it. Each day the girl would wake up unhappy with herself because, everything was finally catching up to her. She was showing weakness, which she knew was against the rules that her father had given her. Though she couldn't help it, she'd finally broke. Everyone in the house has issues of their own and Tasha would always be there for them no matter what situation it was. She was helping them, smiling, laughing, and making them feel better. When in all reality she wasn't able to help herself. The girl had no clue what she was doing with herself, she wanted to give up. Being the strongest person in the house, was work for her. Her pain had been pushing her towards depression. 

"I'm starting to fail at everything, I'm starting to fail at being the person I am. Nobody understand what I'm going through because, I allow things to pile onto the stack of problems without handling them. Losing the person I cared for was just the beginning, then my sister basically shutting me out was another, and having feelings for someone and being sure about the way she felt towards them, was just the conclusion of it all. How could someone who's helping others be so unhappy that they're starting to become torn apart and left behind?

She didn't have the answer to that question herself which led her more into her thoughts. Though being unable to finish her entry she closed her journal, leaving the pen in the spin of it. Climbing off the bed to head to her door, exiting out of her room to take a trip down the hall. Only one person came to mind at that moment and she wanted to be close to him. To her, that's where her comfort was. The boy brought out a side of her she'd never thought existed. He made her truly happy, he made her smile, laugh, giggly, and most importantly he made her feel like he was her guard in blocking out the bad. When the girl reached the room she asked if she could vent and he immediately said 'Yes you can, Brace Face.' With that she went into his room and sat down on his bed explaining to him what had been on her mind. Doing that had been the best thing ever for her, all she wanted was someone to listen and that's exactly what he did . As she cried, he cleaned her face. He held the girl close to him reassuring her that everything would be okay.He listened to her and helped her. Right then and there she knew that she had someone that she could come to for anything. 

Though she had her friends who dearly cared for her, she couldn't stomach the thought of letting them see her so broken and damaged. Inside and out. But with Laith she felt like she could be the person she use to be without locking herself away behind a wall. Him being there and hearing her had saved her from drowning herself in her problems. 

She felt free and safe.

[ofc-tasha]

[takes both of my hands to the hem of my shirt to pull it up and over to expose my sports bra, tossing my shirt over onto the couch before turning the the direction of the pole, placing both of my hands onto it, beginning to make my hips grind forward then backward as I take step around the metal, with my stomach seeping in and out to match the sync of my hips, keeping this routine going for a short period of time while flipping my hair to one side of my head; shortly after making my hips to roll in incomplete circles while my frame sinks downward to the floor, wining my hips bringing myself up to level with my hands, making my lil booty bounce up and down along with the detailing of my skirt, bringing one of my legs up to wrap the cuff of my leg around the pole so I'm able to spin my body downward to the floor with my curls following my body, when at the floor I settle onto my knees and make my ass cheeks bounce one by one to the beat of the music]

[ofc-tasha]

002. 

"She left you on the doorstep of our very own porch with a note saying 'She's your problem now.' Use that to get angry, use that as motive when you take someone's life." 

The sandy brown haired woman walked upstairs to her room, where she shut her door behind her. Nothing but anger and hatred filled the girls eyes. Her blue water colored irises shifted into a darker shaded of blue. Earlier today she'd got a phone call requesting her service on a hit of a male who'd owned his gang leader money. She took the job and got the information that was provided for her. The young woman went to the corner of her room to grab her black duffle bag, picking it up and she strolled back over to her bed to open the bag. There exposed every item she needed for her kill. She made sure everything was there before zipping the bag up. Having the mindset of "Everyone has a time and price for dying" she didn't think much of it when it came down to murdering someone. 

Tasha grabbed her signature piece of clothing that fitted her black attire, she placed on her jacket and grabbed the black bag off the bed. She opened the room door and headed out with a clenched jaw and rushed down the staircase. Nobody had been in her sight so she opened the front door and went outside to the black truck that was parked perfectly in the driveway. She released the bag with one of her hands to pull out the keys to the vehicle so she was able to unlock it and open the drivers seat of the car. When she did so she tossed the bag inside of the vehicle on the passenger side so she was able to climb inside the car and shut the door behind her. The girl started the car and quickly sped out the driveway to the drive off onto the road. 

After 30 minutes of driving to an abandoned house sat on the corner, she parked on the side street and shut the car off, opening the door while grabbing her bag. She was there, this is where she had to make her kill. Walking up the pavement to the front door and stepping back to kick in the front door, watching it fling open she walked inside where she found frighten kids who were playing with their toys. The blue eyed woman told the children to get out the house. Then she leaned down to open her bag to grab out the pistol, examining it to make sure it was loaded. She grabbed the silencer from on top to place on the nose on the gun, twisting it. 

When she leaned up to stand tall she left behind her bag not before grabbing a blade, she strolled off into the house with rage set in her face, where she pointed the gun to see if anyone was home and before she knew it a bullet flew past her and hit the wall. It missed her by exactly an inch. Her head turned and there stood a young male who couldn't be over the age of eighteen. Before he could put work up courage to put his finger back onto the trigger, Tasha pulled the trigger and there exited out a sliver bullet into the male head. His body instantly dropped to the carpeted white floor. A scream was heard at the front door where a shook mother stood. A voice entered her head and it was her fathers, "You should have no witnesses." She wasn't going to kill the children, she didn't have it in her heart to kill a child. Though she walked quickly to the front and shot the woman twice in her chest. 

After minutes of making sure that the house was cleared she grabbed a pair of gloves fro her bag to place them on her small hands, there she went to the front door to grab the woman's legs and pulled her inside the living room. Afterwards she picked up her weapon off her bag where she left it and explored throughout the house to the kitchen going directly to the downstairs. The door had been closed and locked. Tasha stepped back to aim the gun at the door knob to shoot the corner of it twice where it became unlocked due to the bullets. Going directly for the door she pushed it open, darting down the stairs where had been a male on the couch with his headphones on listening to music. Going over to him, placing the gun to his head, all the thoughts inside her head were her mother leaving her with her father with a piece of paper.; That's the only memory she'd ever had of her actual mother, which was her weakness of all but, also her strength. 

The man pulled his headphones off with nothing but fear on his face, he was afraid to die but, the girl wasn't afraid to kill him. Within a blink of an eye there was a pulled in the males head and he was now tilted over onto the couch with blood oozing from his head. There stood the girl with blood splattered onto her face with her finger hovered over the trigger now. Turning away to go up the stairs, going throughout the house to the living area to break down her gun to place it back into her bag, she remove the gloves from her hands and tossed them inside the bag. She inched down to the grab the bag handles and zipped up her weapon bag and headed out the front door, going back to the truck. She opened the door and tossed over the bag, then got inside, starting the car up and driving off. 

Her job was done here....

[ofc-tasha]

001. 

"Throughout your entire life, starting from this point on.. You no longer feel pain, sadness, regret, and or love. Those four things will block you from staying focused."

Having to be the protector over myself and the people I cared about the most wasn't a hard job for me, due to the fact that I was the girl who felt nothing, who was always willing to get the job done when it was at that time. Being trained for years and walking on the path my father has trailed along all his life has to be the best path I've ever took. Though getting lost along the way from holding back emotions towards the person I've been close before I've came here has to be the hardest. He deserves the right to know right? I should be able to tell him anything, right? Wrong. It was against the rules of life that I've chosen to feel anything towards anyone besides my own blood. "Throughout your entire life, starting from this point on.. You no longer feel pain, sadness, regret, and or love. Those four things will block you from staying focused," my father told me before and after my training was completed. You can't love someone because, everything you do, the people you kill, you'll have to think twice about doing it. Only because, you wouldn't know what the person you cared for would think or look at you when you've told them what you've done. Gabby was one of my close friends who I'd fallen for, it was random. It was a feeling that I'd never felt before in my entire life, it felt like home with him. It felt like I had another life, a life that I've created for myself and developed my own road to walk on. Gabby, was the person I'd go to when I wanted to talk, need comfort, need a good laugh, or even just need someone there for me at a certain moment in time. I couldn't allow myself to continue to push him away because, the more I pushed, the more I was losing him. What would I have when he's gone? Emptiness. Lonesome. My father may have told me "Love will bring you pain." Well hiding away the way you feel, brings you death.