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Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Dia, Aztec As Jackson spoke, she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, attempting to avoid soaking his clothes in tears. She could feel him look down at something, and she opened her eyes, and winced when he said hi to the little boy. "Glory, who's this little boy?" She pulled back, her hand in his. She looked at Aztec, who seemed to be confused, and slightly waved to the man, a little shy. She didn't know how to tell him, she couldn't lie but didn't know if she could tell him the truth. Her other hand rubbed Aztec's shoulder, and she took a deep breath in. "Jackson..I-" she bit her lip, and exhaled slowly, "this is Aztec. Your son." Aztec looked up at Glory then looked at Jackson. He wasn't good at listening to people, but this, this he heard loud and clear. He was his dad? Why did mom never tell him? He felt hurt, but the feeling was soon wiped away when Glory stroked the top of his head. |
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Jackson I I Mentions: Glory and Aztec Jackson wasn't expecting that. Not in the least. His child? He wasn't ready to have another kid, not that he really had a choice. Well at least it was with Glory, he did really love her, she was better than everyone else. He let go of her hand, staggering back a little bit in his surprise. He looked down at the child. He could see it now, he was really blind for not seeing it before. "M-my child?" He stammered, feeling slightly panicked. If he had a child and didn't know about it, that meant that Glory had been pregnant when he was taken. "Y-you were pregnant when I was taken..." He murmured, feeling sick with the fact that Glory had to go through all that on her own. He looked back down at the child. He smiled at it, kneeling down to get on his level."Hey there buddy. I know you don't know me, but I'm your dad." He said, smiling at the boy. He looked up at Glory and his smile faltered. He gently ran his fingers through his hair and patted him on the head. He stood back up after that to face GLory. He didn't even know what to say to her, how could she even look at him after what happened? |
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Dread, Ota, and Sylvester Mentions: Eachother
Dread was circling a man chained on a chair, "I want to speak to my lawyer! You freak!" Hearing that word, Dread chuckles, and stops in front of the chained-down man, kneeling to get to the man's eye level. "Freak? I'm close to laughing, good sir. I'm not a freak," she grabs the man by the collar and throws him as well the chair down onto the floor. "You are, dear boy. Be glad that you said it to me and not my associate. I'm sure he would drain you of your blood without an ounce of mercy." Dread shoves his hands into his pockets, searching for his phone ringing in one of his pockets. "Ota! Make this little piggy squeal. I have a call." Stepping out of the shadows was Ota, clinging onto his shoulders was Slyvester in bat form. Seeing this, Dread walks over and gently picks up Sylvester, the bat screeching in retort as the two left the room. In good time too, since the man in the room was screaming in agony.
"Dad!?! Why did you take me out!" The boy argued, and his pitch-black eyes were pissed. Dread glares at his son to be quiet, getting annoyed at his son's behavior. It started to work only for a few seconds before the boy starts ranting again. Dread brings his phone close to his ear, listening to the other person on the phone. "He's not talking yet, Levushka. His lips are sealed tight, and Ota is currently working on loosening them." He paces back and forth, one hand on his hips as he listens to the archangel. "I understand your worries, Levushka. We'll get it settled." He hangs up the phone, still getting an earful from his son.
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Malaki Malaki woke up in his tent, stiff from sleeping on a rock. Stepping out of his tent, he noticed that it was a brand new day. I guess I slept longer than I expected to. He looked back at his tent and shook his head. I need to find a proper place to sleep. This tent is great and all, but I guess I'll have to live in the city if I want to get serious about my career in music... if I can call it that. In a hurry Malaki tore down his tent and strapped it to his backpack before heading to the town. He got a few looks from passersby, but they probably just figured that he was on a long hike, with the way he looked. Malaki wandered through the streets, looking for somewhere that was hiring. He would have to find a job first before he could find a place to stay; no point finding a space to rent if he couldn't pay for it, after all. Eventually he found an apartment building, advertising that spaces were open, so that part was out of the way, but he still needed to find a job. Eventually Malaki took a break in his search and put his backpack down and sat down against a wall to think about what to do next. |
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Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Aztec Glory took a few deep breaths in, breathing out shakily. She looked at Jackson, a serious expression on her face. "Y-you were pregnant when I was taken..." she nodded, "I was apparently." She tried to not remember the time during her pregnancy, it was just pure hell. She was a young adult, who was already taking care of a kid that wasn't even hers, and then she was carrying another. She honestly never wanted to have kids, she loved them, but didn't want to take care of them for 16 or 18 years. It was too tiring, and she wanted to be free, normal. Even though, she still loved her kids, she wouldn't let anyone hurt them. Glory looked down to Aztec, then back to Jackson. She sighed quietly, and looked away from both of them. Aztec looked up to the man, "Hey there buddy. I know you don't know me, but I'm your dad." He gulped a bit, noticing how tall his father was, but then had a big grin on his face. Maybe he would be that big someday! "Hi," he said in a small, high-pitched like voice, and waved to him before walking towards him and hugging his legs. |
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Elea and Ahmya Mentions: Eachother and the kids Elea was sitting down on a bench in a park, watching her son play at the park. She was smiling, watching her son enjoy his life made her feel like a good mother. She had lost some weight, she looked pretty sickly as well, which didn't help. She looked down as the tiny baby in her arms let out a little wail. Elea looked over at Ahmya, who was out smoking a cigarette and having a coughing fit. The woman was a wreck, she was always a wreck. She wasn't even looking after her few week old child, she was already out killing herself again by trying to smoke. Somehow the woman had made it without smoking through her pregnancy, but Elea couldn't pry the cigarette out of her cold dead hands at that moment. "Ahmya, your baby's crying. Please come get them." Elea said, mostly begging as it was hard for her to get up on her own, much less with a baby in her arms. Her swollen stomach was an indication of her pregnancy. Her and Ota were having another child, and she was about 8 months and 2 weeks along, really only two weeks away from her due date. And she felt like she was raising Ahmya's baby too, the woman was so irrisponsible. ~~~~ Ahmya groaned, which caused a coughing fit. She walked over to Elea and threw the cigarette on the ground, stamping on it with her shoe. She then coughed a few more times before taking the child gently from Elea. She reached into the diaper bag she- er, Elea had brought. Ahmya had totally forgotten, she'd almost forgotten the baby too until it started crying that was. "Shut up already." Ahmya muttered, but gently rocked the baby and grabbed a bottle to start trying to feed the child. It helped the baby stop crying, but Ahmya was still gittery and not totally accepting of the baby in her arms. She loved the baby, but she wasn't a woman who had much maternal nature, she was actually very carefree and all a baby needed was a care. |
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Jackson I I Mentions: Glory and Aztec Jackson smiled as the child hugged him. He bent down and picked the child up, holding him in his arms. He looked at Glory again and his smile slowly faded. He walked over near her and put his arm around her waist. He felt terrible, he had left his girlfriend alone and pregnant. "Glory, I'm so sorry." He murmured, looking at her. "You are so strong. To do all of that on your own, and raise both of these kids on your own." He murmured, looking over at Aztec. "I never wanted that to happen, I wanted to be with you, not be torn away. But I'm here now, I'm not going to leave you." He murmured, leaning closer to her. He still was holding Aztec in one arm, the other wrapped around Glory. Dia made her way in and leaned against Glory, one hand was put on Aztec. "Thank you for taking care of them darling." He whispered to Glory. |
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Dread and Ota Mentions: Ahyma and Elea
Dread parks the van outside the park, and he climbs out to retrieve the women and children. Spotting Ahyma rocking the baby, Dread walks over to his girlfriend, and he watches her for a bit before taking the baby from her arms. The baby calms down, and the man was holding the bottle for the baby, "Having a hard time? We're here to pick you up." When the baby calms down, he gives it back to Ahyma. "Ota's driving." He helps Elea up from the bench, leading her back to the car after picking up the diaper bag. She and Ota's son racing after them, Dread slowing down for him to catch up.
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Phantom I I Mentions: His daughter Phantom was struggling. Being a single dad was hard, everything was hard since he lost Falcon. He still wore the ring on his finger, his wife had been everything to him, and now she was gone. Even though it had been a few years, he wasn't over her. He held his daughter in his arms, picking out some produce form a local farmers market. "What do you guys want to eat for lunches this week? I can make you anything." He asked the girl in his arms and Griffin. He turned to look at Griffin, eyes studying her. He didn't have any any emotion in his eyes, but he did love both of his children. He gently placed his hand on Griffin's shoulder. "Also we'll get some new clothes, what do you want to wear?" He asked them, glancing at the clothing booths that were there. The girl in his arms was quiet, she usually was. But he didn't mind, he was sad about her mother dying too. He was able to focus on more on Griffin too, he really needed attention. Besides, Phantom was really on a mission to be a good father. |
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Jorah || M: Open He felt cold. It was always cold to him. Even with the warm Summer breeze blowing past him, sending the faintest of tingles down his spine he was cold. It was in his soul, he supposed. The park he sat in was on the outside of the city, quiet and out of the way... No one usually came around here this time of day, yet one lingered. Jorah wasn't like most people, you could claim you came from strange stock but not like Jorah. Even to those who shared similar burdens, Jorah was his own breed of bizarre. All you'd need to do was look at him, low and behold, Death stared back. He wasn't particularly dangerous, not in any sense of the word... Simply different, and that's why he sat alone. A tree stump wasn't the most comfortable of seats yet the young man hadn't complained as he read from a novel he'd recently come into possession, Of Mice and Men by a rather intriguing fellow by the name of John Steinbeck. Jorah was reading slowly, often stopping to try and find a deeper meaning to it all. His brow was knotted slightly, his mind puzzling Lennie's desire for rabbits, and George's purpose of caring for the large simple-minded man. The chapter soon ended with both men falling into a companionable sleep, their minds filled with hopes for a better tomorrow and future... 'Why?', was the only thing that came to mind. Why would someone care for another, he pondered? Lennie was weaker, only seemed to make problems for George and yet... George fed him, took care of him, they dreamed together, everything! Why? Yet the strangest part was the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, like he knew the answer but it was fogged over. Lost to time or locked away. His pale eyes narrowed at the page, before a skeletal hand took the page, and turned to the next one as he continued to read in confusion, and yet a sense familiar fascination like a child being told the secrets of the Universe. "Huh...", a quiet mutter which told it all, even if his tone was lifeless and bland. A Dead Man was hooked, and a book reeled in a reader. |
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