Fantasy Our Ends Are Beginnings

[SkyFilms]

(@MidnightPhoenix1123 The rp will begin with each character awakening from their dreams. )


Papers flew past Samuel's still body, the long strands of his scarf slapping his back uncontrollably a slave to the wind which swirled around him in a tornado.


Constantly his hands reached upwards defending his eyes from his snow white bangs as his red gaze searched his surroundings hectically all memory of the exit gone. But only the invisible wind and the flying papers where within his range.


Something was playing with his mind, his library.


Samuel thought of his mind as a library, large books covering the shelves categorized to his desire for whenever he'd need them. That's where he had begun within his dreams like any other, remembering the past by searching multiple different hard covered books. The bridges worn and old even if they held new knowledge from a week before.


When the black tinted windows shading the outsides bright light had suddenly shattered inwards, his whole mind falling mercy to a sudden gust of wind. Tearing through the papers and sending them up into the air, unable to fall onto the ground once more as he stood motionless watching all of this happen in fear.


The white haired boy performed the difficult task of stepping forward through the wind his forearm protecting his narrowed glare in an attempt to get away. The wind grew in power but he continued forward, determined to lose the situation.


As it seemed the white haired boy was nearly free of his dreams a single gust of the destructible wind tugged his scarf from his neck. Turning around with a useless plea he reached towards the bright red fabric as it fell through the air gracefully. Sam's neck felt so bare and cold wanting nothing more then to receive back the precious item, and as if the wind gods smiled down upon his face full of unseen emotion the wind was silenced within a mere moment.


Samuel tripped over his feet as he jogged forward, his head craned upwards with his hands out stretched above him as he reached for the red scarf. The accessory falling slowly within the rain of papers, it was nearly within his grasp when he bumped into a solid strong form. It soon was found to be the corner of a book shelf, the oak edge sensing a small ting of pain into his left shoulder.


The force of the impact causing him to fall backwards, glaring at the ground as he took in deep breaths something was then held out before him. Looking up he was met by four individuals before him, the single male holding out his scarf to him. Timidly he reached out, the soft item warmer from the boys touch. The girls smiled at him as the boy held a scowl that seemed to hold more amusement then irritation.


"Thank you..." Samuel murmured just as everything brightened until it was the shade of blinding white.


His eyes fluttered open a thin layer of sweat causing his bangs to stick to his forehead, a headache beating like his heart within his mind. Looking a cross the room at the hanging scarf to double check it's position for the sake of his still dream drenched mind.


Then the dream fell upon his empty thoughts, Samuel recognised the seen teens as students, a few he had class with but each of them he'd see during his lunch period. He hadn't interacted with any of them before, but they where within his library.


The boy never aloud anyone in there unless he trusted them.


The dream plagued his thoughts annoyingly the whole morning as he prepared himself to face another day in hell.


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It was yet another restless night, in which your pleasant and or frightful dreams plagued your slumber. You'd reawaken that coming dawn to find that what you could have dreamt was but a distant memory, all of it difficult to recall. Except for a few different individuals which made an appearance, four teens in which you recognized from one of your school. Their names could or could not be unmemorable but their faces are easily registered even in your drowsy mind.


It was odd, as you saw their different features, you feel a sort've yearning or a need to speak with them. As if they held they answer to the strange dream. And perhaps they did.


But you soon find that those you where searching for where looking for you as well, the same emotion filling them like a forest fire. And so during lunch you find one another, just as you begin to find they where experiencing the same something happens.


A reckless man.


An Impala.


And standing on the sidewalk.


Caused your deaths.


But Our Ends Are Beginnings


In this roleplay it will follow five teens who barely know one another as they search for the five jewels. Each one holding one of the main elements, one of them being the key to unlocking the rest of their abilities.


When you die you enter a new world.


When you die you become closer to your goal.


When you die the threat grows.


Because when you died, you where reborn.


Reborn into an Elemental.


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Rules:


-No Bunnying: If you are unaware of what bunnying is, allow me to explain. It is when another character within the roleplay temporarily takes control of anothers character in their text post. Perhaps in a fight.


-Normal RpNation Rules: Please abide to all normal Rpnation rules, if you haven't read them please do.


-No Mary or Gary Sues: I love to interact with new characters, so if you could please have more then a character whose tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Or a strong happy person whose actually broken on the inside. That'd be great! Unless you can really pull off the role.


-Third person please: Please write in third person, no 'I went to the..' But 'Noel went to the...'


-Amount of text in each post: A preferred amount of text in each reply to the roleplay would be a nice solid paragraph. And I understand the difficulty with Writers Block involved but please if it's possible.


-No Godmodding: I've never truly experienced this first hand, but I know it can ruin an rp all together. If you don't know what Godmodding is it's practically when a character has an unreasonable amount of power and can supposedly kill someone with a stare. It is still possible to truly die in this rp, and remember that though they have a fair amount of power they're still oblivious teens.


-Back story: I understand that having all eyes n you in a roleplay is pretty great, but go easy on your back story. Don't create some unreasonable sob story for your character.


-Role: Please, this will be a pretty small roleplay amount in my opinion and it will really keep it moving if we include everyone in our posts! So please don't ignore people!


-Theme: I really hope you've read all the rules, and so if you have write your characters theme song in the other category.





And the biggest rule of all is to have fun!

 

[Mendaian]

Exhaling a cloud of smoke Sidney sat calmly at the remnants of what was a park bench, watching another memory of his dreams go in flames. Looking to his left to watch the other half melted side of the metal bench coated in a plastic compound go up in a bright orange and red blaze and begin to melt into a gooey slug like pile of iron and burnt plastic. With an exhalation of a sigh from his lung, and began to breath in the thick black smoke produced by the fires around him. His eyes began to peer around this memory of flames watching what he assumed was an old school building, along with the surround buildings continue to smolder from being set ablaze. Taking another hit from his cigarette, he began to stand up, this memory had become dull to him, it began to bore him, due to its ending. No matter what he would do the buildings ablaze would never stop being ablaze, the bench would eventually melt into more sludge, yet it would still stay ablaze. Keeping a frown across his face Sidney began to walk down the sidewalk keeping his eyes ahead to avoid the stares of those inside the buildings. Their dismembered and burnt bodies and faces were the most disturbing images that plagued dreams like these. A sight Sidney had become accustomed to seeing from the thoughts his mind had conjured up.


Sidney had never imagined his consciousness to be in this state of disarray, yet it felt more homey than anything else he had experienced. Each day the dream would change area's and surroundings, reminding him of his lack of stability outside of these dreams. Stopping himself in front of a house Sidney exhaled more smoke from his cigarette and flicked the butt of the cigarette away into the house ablaze. Closing his eyes for a moment, he began to slowly turn towards the house. Opening his eyes to face the fire ahead of him, the orange haired kid simply shook his head and walked up the brick walk path towards the house. The heat and flames grew wilder and much hotter, turning from a red, and orange mix to a dark blue and white color in nature as he approached the door of the house. The fire and flames began to move closer towards him and began to wrap around his arms. To Sidney this was a new aspect of his dreams he had never seen. The flames did not light his clothes ablaze, but simply warmed his heart. A scowl like smile came his face as he placed his hand on the doorknob and give it a quick twist as the door opened. Behind this door was different than before, something which peaked his curiosity. Inside the house was not burning furniture as always and the crumbled corpses which were simply a pile of black dust by now. But this time it was a brightly lighted library.


" What part of my mind is this? Not just that, why have I never seen this before…?" With his mind questioning it's self Sidney began to look around the library and watched pages from book wildly go what ever way they seemed to please. Then came the ruthless wind, which seemed to suck the air out of him. A punch in the gut was what it felt like, now that Sidney realized it as he fell to the floor with a simple thud. From the floor he could see what looked like broken black tinted glass all over the floor. " That's why their's such a breeze.." With a simple chuckle to himself at the reason of the wind he slowly stood up and looked around. " And to think I thought that, that wind was supernatural. Hah." The library seemed quite drab at first glance, but as a person where to probably explore it's contents they would be sorely awakened. Placing his hand on the corner of one of the several bookshelves and turned the corner, the wind's power increased at least tenfold. Within seconds of turning the corner into what Sidney assumed was the main walkway of the library he we met with a red scarf coming directly at his face. Without any hesitation Sidney held out his hand expecting a fireball to come out of his hand to light the scarf ablaze. Yet as he did so nothing happened as it normally did in his dream. He simply caught the scarf in his hand, and as he did so the wind stopped. It felt as if the scarf controlled the wind, that was the only logical reason Sidney could piece together at this very moment. Taking a step foreword another kid appeared on the ground in front of him. It was odd the he had never realized the guy was there, and looked down at him with a scowl of amusement of the situation which had just happened Reaching out with his right arm with the scarf in hand to return it to its owner. As the boy took the scarf out of Sidney's hands he muttered a simple thank you. Just then Sidney felt something crumble below him. Within seconds he was engulfed in a pillar of flames and fell down what seemed to be an eternal hellfire.


Sitting straight up Sidney, looked around and tried to slow down his breathing, telling himself it was just another dream. " Calm down… Just another dream Sid.." His voice was shaky at first then slowly became calm. Just as he was calming down his alarm went off without warning, sending him nearly on the floor. The alarm was the main Chorus from Demonoid Phenomenon, and with a small chuckle to himself realizing it was just his alarm Sidney quickly grabbed his phone and shut off the remaining seven alarms to remind him of his 'Duty' to go to school. With a sigh and wiping the sweat from his brow, Sidney slowly stood up and began to stretch. Speaking to himself once more he let out a laugh. " I really need to rethink my taste in music.." With a smirk on his face he rubbed his head and looked at himself in the mirror. " Its gonna be a long day ain't it?"

 

[Wishfully]

“To die, to sleep-


To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there’s the rub…”


“Ugh, I’m so bored!” Camilla threw her hands in the air and flopped down on the cool midnight grass. The lightweight book tumbled through the air and cascaded softly to the ground several feet away from the girl. Camilla made no move to retrieve the object but simply kept her eyes trained on the moon above. The girl sighed softly and closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of the cool shadows around her. Why, if the whole world were made of shadows, she should be quite happy. It’s not that she disliked the light, but more that she hated sweating in the hot noonday sun. Yet, no sooner had she closed her eyes than the feeling of fire overcame the chilly air she had been enjoying. Camilla’s eyes flashed as she glared in the direction of the flames.


“Will you knock it off!?” she snapped to some unknown mirage in her dream. She heard laughter, not the unfriendly type, but still bothersome nonetheless.


Camilla grumbled as she stood, since she was no longer in the pensive mood. She frowned a little, having trouble remembering why she was outside. She shrugged. Hopefully it hadn’t been for an important reason. Either way, she decided she should return her library book and perhaps find out whomever she had been yelling at earlier. Camilla walked across the grass, and the shadows of the thin blades seemed to stretch upward to greet her. Her own shadow grew longer with every step she took, and the dark shape seemed to merge with the blackness straining to reach her until her shadow was no longer a distinguishable shape but more of an aura or nimbus surrounding the girl. Though many feared the darkness, it normally made her feel safe and protected.


As she left the forested area, she soon found herself in front of a door. Why…? Her dream self tilted her head curiously before reaching for the handle. Camilla heard a flutter of paper like wings as books and pages flew at her, several of them hitting her face. The girl sputtered as she made her way through the flying books. Is this a library? she wondered as she turned the corner. The girl stopped as she noticed other people standing there; it looked like there was something going on with a scarf.


“Ah, oh…hello! Sorry to interrupt, just passing through!” Camilla grinned and waved a bit awkwardly but kept a friendly expression even as she backed away. She had seen these people before…perhaps at school, yes that must be it! She couldn’t remember if they were in any of her classes, but it was possible. Camilla considered walking back to the center of the room and introducing herself but then she felt the ground swept away from under her feet and she started falling, deeper into an unwelcoming blackness and far away from the light.


Camilla awoke in her own bed, with the book opened to the page she had read most recently. She realized that she must have fallen asleep while reading, and perhaps that influenced her subconscious. Camilla raked a brush through her long hair and threw on some clothes before running to the fridge and stuffing a muffin in her mouth.


“Camilla, shouldn’t you be-“ her mother started with a sigh.


“Sorry, late! Gotta run!” the girl exclaimed between muffin pieces.


The girl flew toward the door, letting it slam behind her while she rushed down the sidewalk. As she ran, she considered the peculiarities of her dream. She found it strange that she remembered exactly who was involved. She had never really talked with them before, but in the dream they had not seemed surprised to see her. Camilla shivered a bit. The memories were crystal clear, unlike the fogginess that most dreams held, and that in itself was a bit disturbing. Yet, that is what prompted the girl to jog back to her house, having forgotten the library book that was due by the end of the day.


“Camilla, what are you-?”


“Forgot something!” she called over her shoulder. Camilla spotted the book and quickly searched for a bookmark. As she stuck a small paper inside the pages, her eyes stopped on the next line.


“...For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.”


“Fitting, to a creepy extent,” she sighed as she stuck the paperback her bag and headed out the door for the second time.


~~~


(Deepest apologies for slacking, but you guys kinda set some high quality standards and I didn’t want to disappoint xP)

 

[Kattz]

Iris was quite sure that she was dreaming, the same dream she usually had in fact. In the usual dreams she would take a stroll through the forest and happily interact with its flora and fauna. This current one, however, differed from the others. Instead of standing in the forest, she was standing a ways away from it and in front of an open door. Beyond it was a library filled to the brim with books upon books upon books. "Mmm... No thanks!" Iris said with a smile, but why have an adventure inside of a book when you can have one outside? With that, she closed the door and skipped off to the forest.


Iris was in complete bliss. She danced with her forest friends and frolicked through flowers. A frown appeared on her face when she stopped playing and remembered that she had to wake up to the harshness of the real world soon. Sighing to herself, Iris snapped out of her daydream within her dream. "Might as well have fun now right?" As she stood, she realized that the animals that once surrounded her were no where to be found. She listened to the forest and at once realized that there were no sounds whatsoever, simply silence. A darkness quickly fell over the land and Iris wrapped her arms around herself as the air suddenly went cold from the lack of Sun. The darkness did not make her uneasy as it wasn't hostile, just another natural part of nature. What did make her uneasy, however, was a strange the lack of animals and a strange feeling of apprehension coming from the plants.


Suddenly vines, roots, and tendrils all shot out of the ground with a speed and ferocity Iris had never seen before, scattering flowers and their petals everywhere. They grabbed her body and began to drag it under the earth. She struggled at first but afterwards just let it happen, not because it was futile, but because she knew that the earth would never truly harm her. The next thing she knew, she had broken through the earth and was falling through the.... sky? Now was the time for panic. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" As Iris freaked out, she felt like the scream was literally being ripped from her body and into the air. Falling upside down, she looked up? Beneath her? "Ah! Snap out of it, that shouldn't be my main concern right now!!" It was like the world was in reverse and she was falling into the sky instead of towards the earth that she was staring at in terror and confusion. All of a sudden, those same vines, tendrils, and roots shot out of the earth with frightening speed and grasped her arms, legs, and torso.Iris expected them to carry her back, but she had been forced this way for a reason, so instead, they simply slowed and guided her descent.


It was a while before Iris saw anything other than sky with its winds whipping at her dress and hair, but when she finally did, she gasped. "The library?!" Her tethers to the earth gently deposited her to the library's polished floors, but refused to let go. "That's probably for the best." Thought Iris, at easy yet somehow uneasy in the library that refused to stop being so windy. She wandered the strange yet familiar place, touching its shelves and browsing it's contents until she saw a girl. The emptiness of a library of this size had been disturbing her like the sudden disappearance of the forest animals, so she chased after her. Just as she was about to scream for her to wait up, Iris rounded a corner and saw a whole group of people. "What a pretty scarf." She thought to herself as she watched one boy hand it to the other. She wasn't sure why, but Iris felt the urge to smile, she finally felt content. Just as she was about to introduce herself, her tethers tightened their holds on her and pulled her back to where she had come through.


Iris awoke to the sound of her pet parrot imitating the sound of an alarm clock. "I'm up! I'm up!" With that, she prepared for school in a sluggish daze and tried to recall why those kids looked so familiar.

 

[SkyFilms]

(I apologize for the lack of activity.)


Samuel bit his lower lip as he tugged on his black over coat his feet slipping themselves into his everyday shoes. The sun peaked through his closed blinds, a striped pattern dancing a cross his white carpeted floor. His mind involuntarily falling back to the dream, it made him edgy unable to do much without the library infiltraters coming to mind. He was sure they went to his school and that they hadn't ever interacted so why was he oddly dreaming about the four others. Letting out a small sigh as he removed his red scarf from the hook it hung from he wrapped it around his neck quietly, taking in the scent of freshly cut grass which it seemed to be constantly smothered in due to his older sibling Jamie constantly removing it from its home around his neck and tossing it in the grass whenever he came to visit.


Already feeling the irritation of a stray grass strand making contact with his neck he urged himself to leave it be. But his fingers somehow made their way within the fabric after removing the grass, itching the single hidden section of his neck. Samuel took a small breath as he eyed himself in the parallel mirror, his reflection staring back at him with a bored expression as he played with his hair until it had been recovered from its earlier messiness. Tch, he made the sound as he gradually turned away from his own face pulling on his backpack before exiting his room to be met with the familiar silence which seemed to always thicken the air. As known his parents where both on business trips meant to come home in the spring when 'matters' had been dealt with.


The white haired teen took a nectarine from the bowl which sat atop the window sill, feeling its surface to make sure it was ripe before exiting his home with a yawn escaping his lips. The sun shining directly into his bright red as it always would as he walked in the direction of the high school. His left hand holding onto his newest tale tightly as he strolled down the side walk, disinterested in his well known surroundings as they all blended into one another forming a solid shade of black to envelope the passing homes.


Only did the color return when a classmate riding a bicycle passed by him, his book bag smacking Samuels back roughly. Stumbling for a moment he regained his composure before fixing his scarf and placing his book under his arm as he saw he was strolling through the crazy courtyard full of students as they awaited the morning bell which announced the beginning of homeroom.

 

[Wishfully]

Camilla flew through the courtyard, her bag flopping wildly as it beat rhythmically against the girl’s side. She was nearly a pro at dodging people by now, since her tardiness was a rather frequent occurrence. Camilla easily slid through the gaps between students and hopped over backpacks that sat lazily on the ground. If she was quick enough, she figured she would be able to make it to homeroom on time.


The girl slowed for a moment as she saw a flash of red. Her sprinting eased into a jog as she searched for the color again. Then, she saw it. Camilla narrowed her eyes as she focused on the red scarf’s owner. Hey…it’s that one guy from my dream, she thought. Part of her felt like yelling at him, asking why he showed up in her dream last night, but she quickly realized how incredibly awkward that would sound. Camilla decided not to bother with it and picked up her pace again.


A gust of air entered the room, blowing some loose papers off of desks as Camilla forcefully thrust the door open. She could feel her classmates staring at her like she was crazy before they turned back to their separate conversations and continued the activities they had been doing until they were so rudely interrupted by the tardy girl’s intrusion. Camilla took her seat near the back of the class just as the bell rang. She breathed a sigh of relief as her heart rate started to slow to its normal pace. The girl rummaged through her bag in search of her notebook. Camilla produced a pen from her bag as well and opened the spiral-bound book. She flipped through the pages and then frowned when she noticed all of the pages were filled with either notes or doodles. Camilla scooted in her seat so she was closer to one side before whispering to some girl next to her, asking for paper.


Before the teacher could turn around and scold her for talking during class or coming unprepared, Camilla was taking notes and acting thoroughly immersed in the activity. However, the girl’s thoughts were far from class. The dream still bothered her, but more importantly, she noticed how small her muffin breakfast had been. I can’t wait till lunchtime, she thought to herself.

 

[Kattz]

"Good morning Iris."


"Good morning!" Iris always felt terrible at this time of the school day because several people always said good morning to her on the way to her homeroom. Every single time she said good morning in reply, but felt bad that she didn't remember their names. She knew that it was a pretty stupid thing to worry over, but it always got to her almost every morning. With a sigh Iris sat down in her seat next to the window and daydreamed about the dream she had the night before. Lost in thought, Iris was normally the oblivious type who tended to zone out completely unless shouted at or physically disrupted in some way. It was as if the world around her didn't exist as her vision filled with a bright red color. "Mmm grass..." Her nostrils were just as suddenly filled with an sweet earthy sent. Iris at first remained still as she didn't know what had just occurred since she was ripped from her daydream. Though when she realized that something had smacked into her face, her surprise mode seemed to be activated. "Ack!"

 

[Mendaian]

Rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms Sidney looked at himself in the mirror to the left from where he fell out of his bed. Before he began to look himself over for anything cuts or bruises he may have sustained from last night's escapade, he'd grab his stolen IPhone 4S from his nightstand, and quickly unlocked it. Inspecting the black case he had placed it in to keep it safe, Sidney couldn't help but laugh to himself not only about this morning's humorous startle, but also the method of which he had gotten his hands onto the phone. " Man that guy was not the brightest moron on the Earth… Hah…" Sidney's tone of voice was that of child proud of the deed he had done. Thinking back on it the images began to play in his mind like an old projector from the 30's. Sidney was coming home one night after a meeting with a couple of his friends to help them with a 'deal' his friend Andrea set up. It was the normal set up, get the 'product' and move it before any cops showed up, or something went sour. Knowing that anything could go wrong naturally Sidney had kept his pistol a Colt M1911A1 hidden behind his back in the waist of his pants. It was more or less a back up plan for Sid vice an alternate plan to get what he wanted. The pistol itself was given to Sid by Andrea, as he explained it "… It was to keep my courier safe, just don't 'f__k' up Sid, this deal is important to me.". Andrea was the kingpin drug smuggler and leader of the local Capula gang, and took his job very seriously. Yet the… "Man" Sidney would call him for lack of a better term was only 19, and could have the entire Ghetto La Vista, and city in an utter chaos if he wanted to. While he never did join the Capula gang Sidney had friends inside the gang, who did pay well for the work he did do. That night Sidney had been skating home on his Skateboard, it kept him calm not only during movement of the product he had in his black backpack, but also it got him around a lot quicker than walking. Sidney knew the back ally's of the ghetto he lived in, and was currently moving through. "fourteen more blocks… twelve more blocks…" He'd say to himself as he skated down different ally's praying this night would go like any other, quick, simple, and uncomplicated. If anyone knew how much 'product' he was moving anyone could easily make a fortune of simply ganging up on him. " What was Andrea thinking… I said 'light' packages.. This is light..!" Spiting into an oncoming dumpster, Sidney shook his head, and checked his watch " 1:32 am 05/14/15". " Almost there.. You got this Sid. Just stay calm Sid, you aint gonna be arrested tonight." Closing his eyes and humming to himself Did my Time by KoЯn, Sidney soon found out he was actually far from the truth. His calming thoughts and the breeze and profuse odor of the slum which he called home was quickly halted as he began to feel a searing pain in his shoulder then into his back and neck. Opening his eyes in a very rapid manner to see two men wearing baggy, and tattered white wifebeaters and jean's. One had tackled him off of his skateboard and onto the cold wet cement pavement, while the other began to run towards him to most likely take the pack. Time felt retarded as he slowly fell back and could only watch as Newton's third law took affect of not only him, but his skateboard as it continued moving down the ally way. All Sidney could think about was " S__t, I was only three blocks away…". He knew this trip was going to have some form of f__k up to it, and that it was going to be the easiest thing he's ever done. It was obvious who these two guys were working for, probably a rival gang who were looking to get there hands on the 'product' he was carrying, and to screw over Andrea. To the right people the seven pounds of unprocessed crystalized cocaine, and three pounds of pot/kush would fetch a pretty penny to the right seller, and this was why Andrea had given him the gun. When he hit the pavement with a heavy "THUD!" and time stopped it's adrenaline induced retard Sidney looked up at the man who had his face hidden by a bandanna, and sunglasses held Sidney down as he began to spout order's in Spanish. A language he grew up with and knew by heart, word for word. Letting out a grunt due to now an extra hundred and eighty pounds was no pinning him down, and Sidney Began to access his current situation. With s__t storm he was now involved in, let his mind calmly thinking and his eyes looking around at a violent manner searching for any weakness in the two gang member's plan and situation both parties were now committed to. Then came his opportunity, a chance to turn the tide into something more favorable for him. The Latino kid who kept Sidney pinned down went to turn his head to say something to his companion who was licking his chops at the amount of money which he and his friend were about to commandeer. With his attention not of Sidney, the kid soon had an unattended knee slammed into his unattended groin with a violent force, which Sidney knew would leave the kid completely in such riving pain that he wouldn't be problem to Sid anymore. Throwing the kid off of him Sidney stood up and brushed himself off as he watched at the other kid looked at him then his friend his friend in such disbelief that it made Sidney chuckle to himself. Turning his back to the other kid which apparently was "Hectors' " friend (Hector being the kid who was now vomiting on the pavement) Sidney adjusted the straps on his pack, and walked to his Skateboard to make his way out. Taking his last look back as he turned the corner Sid smirk and looked down at his right hand exposing a black leather wallet, and white cased iPhone, which he had stolen in his little scrap. "Thank you Hector… Your donation was quite… fortuitous…"


Slowly fading out of his sleep deprived memory, Sidney looked down at his iPhone and smiled to himself. " Man last night was so much fun… Heh, what A night." Giving himself his signature devilish smirk while staring at his body in his mirror, what did bother him was the fact for such an awesome night, nothing went wrong. A rarity when people mix drugs, alcohol, and drunken girls all at once. What was especially frightening to Sid was the fact he didn't wake up with a girl next to him. Staring at himself in the mirror Sid couldn't help but begin to speak his mind to his own reflection. " Damn Holmes, your getting rusty man. You go out partying and don't come back without anyone to have an after party with? At least your eyes ain't blood-shot still, last thing we need is to have more conflict." Maybe it was his inner narcissism which fueled this daily conversation with his own reflection, but it kept him sane for the most part. Considering the fact his mother was always out working to support, both him and his jailed bother. He had no one to really speak to at home, nor a person to really speak to on a daily basis that was hitting him up for drugs, or trying to get some quick money being an amateur drug dealer, or drug runner. Looking at himself his smirk turned to a frown at the realization, that it was time for him to prepare to be a high school student, a life which offered him no return value on his time wasted in a four corner concrete prison filled with arrogant nerds, peppy rich kids, and everything in-between. Grabbing his phone from his bed, which was now playing Flithy By Tempting Fate. Sid made his way into his bathroom, in order to prep himself for another crappy day at mandatory prison session number 47 of 180. Though he normally showered at night, Sid questioned his memory of bathing himself the previous night, which mandated that he probably needed to clean his body of the dried sweat and must smell which he most likely smelled of from the night before. Walking over to his bathtub/shower, and turned the shower head on, which was followed by turning on the hot water. Immediately the air conditioned cool air of the apartment began to instantly heat up as such a pace the mirror in the bathroom began to steam over, followed a rapid condensation. Taking a deep breath of the now heated, and saturated air Sid began to strip himself of the remaining articles of his clothing and proceeded to allow his body to be cleansed and purged of the impurities which had dried itself to his skin. Taking roughly five minutes to purge himself, Sidney reached to turn off the water, and then a bath sheet to wrap his entire mid torso and lower with. With his towel wrapped around him, and his hair still sobbing wet, Sidney closed his eyes and shook his head. He felt like a dog which had just been submerged in an olympic swimming pool. " Ugh why do I ever keep my hair this long? It's always such a hassle… UGH!" Frowning to himself while raising his shoulders, and hunching his back like a juvenile who didn't get what they wanted. Turning to look at himself in the steam covered mirror Sidney broke out in an uncontrollable laugh. The look he just gave himself was absolutely priceless, and something he hadn't done in over ten years. Placing his hand over his heart to calm him down as he stopped laughing due to lack of oxygen. With his head tingling and his abdominal muscles burning as if they had been placed on a flat iron grill Sidney took in a couple deep breaths to try and recover his composure. It was the little things in life he needed to enjoy, and when the opportunity came about, he normally took his time to enjoy said moments. " Oh god Holmes, that… was priceless… Ah man my ribs hurt so much, but totally worth it..!" Sid said to himself as his pulse returned to somewhat normal rate and his stomach and sternum quit throbbing. Looking down from the mirror at the cup which held his razor, and toothbrush both on opposite sides of course, Sidney began to think to himself. " Shaving? Nah, It ain't that bad yet, I can for-go that this morning. Oral Hygiene, Ugh… I guess I need to get the taste of Rum and pot out of my mouth… " Looking over at his iPhone Sidney frowned at the current sound that played, it was slow, sad, and depressing. Not what he needed right now, taking a moment to change to song to something more… Intense.. Soon after the music began to play Standing on the Edge by The Browning. A song which could make anyone want to get up and start moshing. Releasing a sigh from his lungs as he grabbed his green toothbrush and Pronamial toothpaste, as he proceeded to scrub the remaining residue of last night's escapade from his body and mouth, with a couple minutes of brushing followed by a quick rinse with some mouth wash. Leaving his mouth with a nice clean minty feeling. " Gotta keep that beautiful smile intact some how or another."Walking out of his Bathroom into his bedroom Sidney looked around at the dark apartment, which had the feeling of bleakness, and feeling of sorrow. Quickly turning his head back to the matter at hand…. School. Pushing away the depressive feeling his apartment gave off at this time of day, Sidney Walked into his closet and started to pick out his regalia for the day. A pair of worn-out jeans, which would compliment his black Killswitch Engaged T-shirt, which caught his eyes as he searched through his closet for a proper shirt to wear. Once he was dressed and his towel was properly hung up, Sidney took a minute to make his bed, and give his room a quick cleaning, while enjoying the music coming out from his iPhone. After his room was 'presentable' to his eyes Sidney figured it was time for him to make the run to 'Prison' or as people his age called it school. With the corner of his cheeks turning into a frown as he reached on his nightstand to grab his accessories, which made him who he was. The first was a pair of red tinted lensed goggles which he worn on the top of his head. The second was something that if he didn't have he would most likely die from lack of heavy metal pumping through his veins. That was his pair of industrial looking over the ear headphones, which gave him his signature look. Placing his goggles on the top of his head adjusting them as necessary. The next accessory was what brought a kid like smile across his face as he'd place the headphones over his ears and then plugged in Coax auxiliary cable from the headphones into the Aux jack of his iPhone. With a moment so silence and static was broken by what he considered his life blood; Heavy, thrashy, death-like, metal. His ears were soon caressed by the sweet sound of double bass, guitar riffs, and the sound of screaming and growling.Grabbing his iPhone and turning the song to something…. heavier. Looking through the roster of artists he kept on his phone. " Ah..! There we go.." He said to himself as he changed the song to Open Letter By Amity Affliction. " That's what I need…" With a smile on his face and his headphones blasting music from the heaven's; nectar of the gods. Walking over to his door grabbing his pack, along with his signature skateboard, his most affective and reliable mod of transportation. Now all he needed was a cigarette, Oh how he was craving one of those nicotine sticks so badly. Not just the nicotine, but also the burning feeling in his chest that smoking gave him. It was something he looked foreword to every morning as he rode his way to school. Looking at the clock on the front of his phone Sidney could only smirk to himself. Right on time, as per usual. With his board in hand and Backpack on his back it was time to leave his hellhole and step into an even worse place of corruption and narcissism. Walking out of his room, and apartment with an escalated pace.


The moment his feet hit the sidewalk, was the moment the wheels on his board hit the pavement. Without any hesitation or fear Sidney hopped onto the skateboard and kicked off the pavement to build momentum. The feeling of having the wind whipping across his face as he moved down the sidewalk at rapidly increasing velocity as he skated down a hill. This definitely beat the scorching carbon monoxide abyss which plagued his dreams daily. Thinking to himself as his pace began to average as he reached the end of the hill " This is pretty perfect situation… except its missing something… Something pretty important.. Oh yea.." Laughing at himself as he continued to kick the pavement with his right foot to keep Newton's 3rd law at bay. Now to deal with that missing element to this situation, Sidney smirked and slowed up for a few moments in order to take out his cigarettes and lighter. Fumbling with his right hand in his pocket, to attempt to pull out his cigarette pack along with his zippo lighter. "Gah..!" Sidney said to himself as he nearly lost his balance fumbling with his cigarettes. Keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead as his instincts naturally kicked in. Opening, lighting and smoking a cigarette was something that his muscles did by habit when his called cried out for the nurturing love of the burning flame and nicotine.Flicking open the Malboro Gold's 100's cigarette pack with his right hand, the smell immediately filled his nostrils. With his left hand Sidney grabbed the "cancer stick" propping it in the corner of his mouth followed by the lighting of his customized Zippo lighter. " This should get me through the day… At least I hope so. " With a frown on his face Sidney light then cigarette and took a deep drag from in as the smoke filled his lungs. With his mind at ease, and his body now calm Sidney focused on the day ahead. As Sidney smoked and rode towards his high school campus as it came into view Sidney shook his head in disgust. High school was the reason his brother was now in jail for what felt like an eternity, yet Sidney could feel his brother's pain. To him school was hell, he just wanted to… burn it down, and when the thought of prison came into his mind Sidney saw high school as a worse version than prison. "Man prison you get so much… A free education, better food( f__k the sloop they feed us), actual fights worth watching that isn't all smack talk. Ugh I feel like Joe got the better end of this crap.." Speaking aloud, but to himself Sidney sighed, and began to let his mind drift, as the image of last nights dream became the center of his thoughts. The people he saw were quite… civil, and seemed almost notable as if he had seen them before. There ages were similar to his, meaning they were students as he was. " Weird" He'd frown to himself as he looked up and pushed his thoughts aside as he entered the High school campus, followed by its immaculate courtyard. As he entered the courtyard other students began to notice him( Though it wasn't difficult to miss him), many calling out to him and running over, while others moved out of his out of respect. Not by his own choice Sidney had become what most people considered one of the most popular people in his school. He always figured it was due to his brother, his "job", his appearance, and finally his personality that stood him out. Removing his headphones and placing them around his neck as a few of his friends congregated around him as they began to talk about last night's party. With the occasional nod and "mhm" and "Oh yea I remember that"(When he really couldn't) Sidney kept moving foreword riding his skateboard. Then came a kid with a what looked a redish scarf, a very familiar red scarf. Unlike the others this kid didn't move out of his way, not surprising to Sidney. Going around the kid with a simple movement of his hips Sidney looked back at the and flicked his still light cigarette butt into his scarf. Giving him the signature smirk Sidney turned his head and continued on until he vanished into the crowd.