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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 13, 2013 13:17:08 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI Damn Seven.
He was mad at the other for getting them into trouble. He sighed a bit at the thought of having to dig the blackette out of yet another irritating situation. He wasn't one to normally complain but it irritated him to the core. He wasn't hard to please but he was also very quick to anger. The blonde hadn't remembered the last time he had actually spent a weak without getting angry or upset.
He pulled out one of his cancer sticks as he headed to lower state internal hills. He wasn't really in the mood for more nonsense. Though, despite how much the other annoyed him, he was happy to spend time with him. Time he didn't have to give to his younger brother. His eyes saddened some as he thought about conner and how he owed him a lot for not being able to spend time with him anymore.
He let out a deep breath releasing smoke from his mouth from his recent drag. Damn the taste made him feel good. Made himl feel happy and he could forget the pain for a small bit. He had heard of a informant that worked for the gemeni side of the war. Despite Seven's protests, Sullivan wanted to seek the man out. Any information about the war was better than none after all. He took another drag as he waited near a bar not that far away.
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 13, 2013 13:54:33 GMT -5
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Again the black haired male slipped through the shadows. Walking normally but keeping out of sight. The bag with his art supplies at his side resting against his hip. Iggy felt irritated people asking him things he didn't know how to respond to. What the hell did they want with him? The Gemeni informant worked for them, or someone else that made him a good offer. So far it annoyed him that he hadn't received anything good. 'Ugh I smell one of those cancer sticks. Gross.' It annoyed his nose, the hands moving from his bag up to cover his nose.
Who the heck was even out here at this hour? The boy peeked out from his hiding place looking for someone. Anyone. Those amber almost red colored eyes hardly blinking as they scanned over everything. He only stepped out of his hiding place digging in his bag for his sketch pad. Scribbling on the paper while walking towards the bar he didn't even need to watch where he was doing. Or at least he thought he didn't.
Finding the source of the smoke smell he looked towards him almost wishing to glare. Take it from his mouth and stomp on the smoke. Distracted by something like this did not help, he had to find his parents. Find the people that gave him up, who probably knew the truth about what he was. To most people he looked innocent, oblivious or young? All three of those words appeared to fit this situation.
Holding the sketchpad against his chest he looked at the smoker waiting near the bar. "You are looking for someone. Yet they haven't shown up have they?" Those eyes that looked at him were not blinking. How did he know he was actually looking for someone? Maybe something about his actions, the appearance he had just staying there smoking. It seemed pretty obvious. Iggy was very good at keeping out of sight when he wanted to. Simple as that.
He did not need to get discovered or used as some object. Even if that was his fate. Pausing and breaking out of his thoughts he looked up at the cancer stick. "You should put that out..." With what Iggy had seen, most of it being something no child should ever see made him a bit more worried sometimes. Not about this person though he barely knew them. Just something about them said they had a person to find for what reason who knew.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 13, 2013 14:12:37 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI Well, it seemed that the blonde wouldn't be waiting for very long. He had only just started to smoke his first cancer stick of the evening. His hues looked up from behind black shades that he normally wore no matter what time of day it was. Call it a bad habit, to add along with every other bad habit he had.
The blonde looked over as another form seemed to be lurking in the shadows. A small smile played at his lips. He himself had been a informant before. In fact he was the informant of their gang. He might as well get some information in. So as the other rounded the corner finally appearing he found himself staying where he was. He let out a soft sigh letting out another smoke filled breath.
What he didn't expect was the other to come to him. Normally lady luck was never in his favor. Never, ever. So, seeing the other come to him without a fight or without any effort on his part was nice. He only wished that everything would be this easy. He let a smirk come to his face. Why yes, indeed he was looking for someone. "You could say that. Seems luck is on my side tonight. Do you believe in that? Luck." he said out loud.
It wasn't clear if he was just talking to himself or if he actually expected the other to answer. It was his next statement that got him ruffled up though. He tensed some and let out another breath with an agitated grumble. His cancer stick was his business but this man was lucky that he wanted to please him for now. "Very well then. " he said after a moment and put the stick out against the wall flicking it to the ground.
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 13, 2013 15:46:19 GMT -5
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Anything about this situation should have screamed danger, yet Iggy ignored the warnings. Maybe because the informant was fast at escaping. If the need to run was there he'd love to see the smoker catch up with him. Such a bad habit that humans and others became addicted to. He had even tried that once only to cough then put it out. Shadows had become the smaller male's comfort zone ever since he discovered his ability, and just how much people wanted to use it.
Annoying right? Being chased, or bought for the right price. Such a fun life? Such sarcasm. The guy waiting by the bar only stayed put after glancing at him. Truly what the hell did he want? Not hard for Iggy to guess. Waving his hand in front of his eyes he tried to get the smoke to go away. Closing his amber eyes they were getting irritated by the smoke. 'Let's play your little game hm?' Keeping his thoughts quiet the boy sighed lightly. Holding tighter to the sketchpad.
The smirk crossing the blond's face made him take a step away from him. Once again this was probably going to go bad quickly. It might even end in a matter of seconds. "Tch luck? Never. There is no luck only coincidence." So what if they were not asking Iggy, he couldn't care about it. Truly the boy only believed in coincidence and even fate was foreign to him. Quite annoying even. But with the future sight he had there was definitely no ignoring such things. Covering his nose the smoky air made him cough.
It burned his throat, so irritating. Why did people want to waste what life they had with smoking? How many others had he seen dying. He stepped away from the smoke and just sighed a bit not exactly knowing where this would get him. The smoker wanted something, covering up the look of shock he had to wonder how he knew his name. It was not like he went all over the place giving out his name. It might have been someone else's fault the others were sometimes a bit clueless.
Or was his ability just that special. "Oh really? What did you hear that interests you? You already know my name so you have done your homework." He couldn't wait to discover who decided to give him away. Or how this was discovered. His skill annoyed him sometimes but he wouldn't give it up. "And let me guess? You want my skill for something...What price are you willing to pay?" The amber eyes held no emotion as he asked, if he wanted to sell something then let the idiot. Seemed humans were doing that a lot now.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 13, 2013 20:05:34 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI He frowned a bit as he put out his cigarette. He didn't like that he didn't have it anymore. It helped him stay calm, so hopefully maybe he could stay calm long enough to talk to the other. His breathing took in a deep inhale as he waited for the other. Ah, well it seemed that the other was going to respond to his earlier question.
A small smirk played at his lips as he listened to him. "I see. Only coincidence, I believe that I all ready like you." he said. He let out a deep breath and smiled some. "I guess I can't blame you to much." he said softly. He continued to lean on the wall. He sighed a bit and smiled some. Very well it seemed like he wouldn't be fighting any time soon.
A smirk plastered his face now. So, it seemed the other was surprised no matter how much he tried to hide it. He slowly smashed the cigarette under his foot. He sighed a bit. "Since no one is here, I can speak openly. I know your a gemeni and working for them. I'm one as well. My name is Sullivan." he said calmly. He blinked a bit and smiled.
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 13, 2013 21:34:08 GMT -5
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At least they finally put out the cancer stick. It almost gave him a headache. Really the last thing Iggy felt up to dealing with. A day on the run once again...right? It couldn't make sense. Just none of it possible could. Being Gemeni and not basically normal he should have fled the second someone was like him. Or someone similar revealed themselves. It hardly ever meant to be a good thing, his abilities had shown him that more then once. Mimicking the small smirk he folded his hands behind his head. the sketchbook held tight in his hands. So tight that Iggy's knuckles turned white for a second before his grip relaxed.
"Only. You don't believe in luck either." His amber eyes seemed to dull for a moment, the light leaving them before it quickly just returned. Why that happened? No one needed to know. Good to know he was at least somewhat liked. However this did not change that his guest or stalker probably wanted to abuse his ability somehow. "With all I have seen I would hope you didn't..very good to know. " Iggy moved from just standing there to lean against the wall.
Still keeping a lot of distance between them. Getting too close could be dangerous as his old friend once said. Before they turned away from him as well only proving that point. Shaking those memories away he kept a smile on his face. Did Iggy remember to weapon? Of course he hardly ever went anywhere without one these days. However he kept to his beliefs and violence for very little reason was not one of them.
Really? Speak openly? Who knew if anyone was listening but couldn't they have felt watched. Or something along those lines so he just ignored those thoughts. The Gemeni were many, hidden places...and it seemed by complete accident or some not fate like reason he had found another. Brought to him by information he did not know yet? Maybe. Came with the power and territory perhaps.
"Well I do not have to give my name since you already know it but continue. I can see anything...anyone. Sad things, happy things. Money is not what I want. You will not use this information to hurt another person will you?" He had seen that more then enough in his day of using this power. Those memories were ones he might be better off just forgetting. Iggy kept running from people like that to find a place he truly belonged, where he could just live normally. Yet that was no longer possible.
"I will give you the information then think of what I wish to get from you Sullivan." The first time he bothered to actually speak his name as he pulled his art supplies out of his bag.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 13, 2013 22:03:53 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI He could tell that the other visibly relaxed when he put out his cancer stick. Well that upset him. He guessed that the other wasn't to fond of his bad habit. That was perhaps the only thing that would bother him about the other. Well, there wasn't anything he could do now. He just had to sit back and take it as it was.
At least the other seemed to relax some. Sullivan was easy to anger, this was true. However, he didn't really want to fight unless he had to. He need this man's help. He wanted to know more, more about someone that he belonged to in a sense. He had sold himself to the gang life, and it was only fate that led him to Seven. He was an ass, but he was his ass and someone that was good to him.
He chuckled a bit at his return comment. "I'd guess not, since you can see the future, past or anything you want." he said with a small smirk. He didn't know but the more time he spent with the other he seemed to like him even more. A smirk crossed his face before he let out another deep breath. He took a breath again before pulling off his shades. Normally he wouldn't, but he felt comfortable to. He absently stuck them in his shirt pocket.
The only bad thing, was that he didn't know what the other would want from him. He let out a soft sigh at him. "Very well. I want to find someone named Seven. He's a gang leader. I'm sure you've heard of him, I'd like to know about him please." he said. He wasn't one to ask nicely but this was more important to him. He looked back however at the end. He let out a small laugh.
"No, he's important to me. I know him, I just want to learn more about him." he said. It was the truth. Seven was damn to secretive. He let out a small sigh and pulled out a blade from his back pocket. "This belongs to him. I didn't know if you needed an object or not." he said. He hoped that this would work, if not he wouldn't mind to much but it would help.
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 13, 2013 22:41:06 GMT -5
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Again here Iggy went using his ability for someone else. Why? Only sometimes it actually got him something. Iggy's amber eyes closed as he smiled, and sighed lightly. He did not wish to go out of the way to upset others if it happened so be it. Sacrifices were made on a daily basis. Iggy of all people would know all about that even if he kept those memories hidden. Glancing around the second his eyes opened he checked that no one was here. Truly the male did not wish to upset anyone.
Or reveal his ability. Simple. Iggy's skill kept hidden the best it would be. Avoiding a fight would be the best right now if neither male wanted to bring attention to this little meeting. Sullivan's attitude and actions made him curious. Why would a person like this hunt him down? If they had another way to get the information but maybe that was not important. Iggy had been asked to do something and that would be all he did.
"Anything I want right." Iggy almost wished to correct Sullivan he did not have the ability to always see what he wanted. It happened without his control sometimes, forcing him awake in the middle of the night. He hated it. But no reason to force his negative emotions on someone else. At least they finally pulled off the shades he could see those eyes. Get lost in them if only for a moment before turning back to his work.
Waiting to hear what the blond before him wanting Iggy with an almost absent look on his face messed with the string hanging off of his sketchbook. 'Come on tell me. I know you want something...something you can't see but I can.' He sighed, the boy's arms still folded. "Yes I have heard of Seven...Never met him. But another subject for another day." Pausing he waited to listen to what he was trying to say. Simple as that. Both of them had to deal with this, work through it even.
A Gang Leader was important to this male? What for? Some love connection? Maybe the images would tell. "Be prepared for what you may see...some pasts are better off left alone." Holding his hand out for the blade he felt it between his fingers. The cold metal it was so strange. Yet he didn't exactly mind all of that knives were weapons to hurt people. "It will make this a bit easier that is for sure." With a small smile he placed the art supplies out, painting the page before him. He winced a little bit the images that were slowly beginning to take shape.
It almost felt like a movie that he and Sullivan were watching. "Pay attention you wished to learn...do remember what I said." With that he turned back to the images flashing like a soundless movie almost. The images of Seven being pulled apart from his darling brother, images of torture, experiments. Iggy's amber eyes once again were beginning to dull.
He could almost feel the pain that person felt, maybe how it hurt to be pulled apart like that. Then to lose it all right? He could only see so much. The object was useful in bringing out these images, pieces of memories but maybe not all of them. Iggy couldn't control everything now how would Sullivan take this.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 14, 2013 0:00:17 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI There was a hesitation in his voice. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do. He knew that he wanted information since the other refused to give it. He just didn't know what he would find. Seven was a very private person, and he didn't know what the other would do when he found out he had been prying. It was all a bit hard to think about. He didn't know if this would be the one time he would actually see a serious side to seven.
He pushed his mind back to the present but not fast enough to hear the others comment about what he could and couldn't see. Sully didn't know that the boy didn't control his visions. Perhaps it was good after all that the other kept his abilities hidden. Sully himself knew that his gift was special. Many people would probably try and use him for it. Sully felt a bit bad that he was doing that just now too. At least he was trying to pay for it right ? He wasn't forcing the other.
There went his thoughts again and he tried to calm down. He knew better than to get lost in thought like that. His eyes glanced back at the other as he began to speak again. At his words a small frown moved across his face. Iggy definitely wasn't making this decision easy on him. "I know. I just.... I hate feeling like I don't know anything about him. Part of me just wants to run away now and never find out. " he admited more to himself than him. "But, its worth the risk. And i'm to stupid to run." he finished.
He let him have the knife. He felt a tinge of guilt as he watched the other examine it. He was glad that it made it easier. He just hoped that he was doing the right thing. He watched quietly as the other started setting out supplies and began to paint. He heard his cautioning words, but it seemed to late now. The painting began to come alive in a matter of moments.
It was a strange feeling that passed over sullivan, as he watched. His body felt like it had become hollow, his spirit the only thing present. He was hauled through the past of the man who meant everything to him. Even if he didn't admit it. His eyes were glued to the scene as he watched in utter horror what was the blackette's past. Heard names he didn't recognize, and watched the torment that he had gone through. Sully himself was still injured from the experiments that had happened to him.
Without realizing it, tears began to fall from his face and his body was frozen. He couldn't move to stop them and couldn't feel his body. He watched as it unfolded the truth that the blackette had hidden. The other male, he knew him. It was Shion, he didn't know that the other was his brother. Perhaps that explained why he always bothered him.
Finally as the flashbacks died, he felt his body sink to the ground. His knees colliding into the hard pavement. He didn't care about the pain that followed. It was nothing, it was nothing compared to the anguish he had just seen. The anguish he felt now as his body quivered on the ground in silent sobs that wracked his body from what he had just seen. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE AND BACK TO NEVERLAND [newclass=chacha]background-color:f5f5f5;family:verdana; font-weight:bolder; font-size:11; width:400px;border:20px solid #383838; color:f5f5f5;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=chacha:hover]color:383838;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] |
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 14, 2013 9:29:47 GMT -5
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As Iggy had learned wanting information had it's dangers. Just like everything else in life, Sullivan had been warned. Yet the blond did not stop. Did he value Seven that much? People all over the world might hunt Iggy down for his skill, but he had become used to that. The male next to him seemed to be just way too lost in his thoughts for his own good. Simply enough. A person could come up behind him, attempt to kill the male even. Not that Iggy would let anything happen, the dark haired male gave a small nod.
To be completely honest he would let Sullivan do his thing, simple as that. What he saw was not always what someone wanted, but every single vision had a purpose. Just as this one did. A small sigh passed his lips as he attempted to ignore the headache forming. "If you think it is worth the risk...He must be really important to you." Those were the last words he spoke once the painting started. Iggy almost found himself hoping these memories wouldn't be bloody, violent or worse.
Yet that wouldn't apply because Seven hardly spoke of it. Sullivan had to be prepared for what he got into. Payment? It never erased the thoughts, images, or voices he heard and saw. The knife felt heavy in his hand the longer he focused on painting. A trigger object from the person made images appear. The colors on the painting played all of this out like a movie. The memories burned into Iggy's brain like everything else did. Never once had he forgotten a vision.
Iggy could feel the tears dripping from his dull amber eyes, he didn't show weakness often. But looking into someone's past almost pulled the boy into it. Such a thing was never good it could mentally destroy someone. Iggy and Sullivan felt the same thing about this, the horror was not lost between the two. The flashbacks ended, Iggy's eyes were still dull and he felt almost weak? His knees wobbling and threatening to give out.
Iggy closed the sketchpad placing them down at his side, he leaned down his legs folded. Leaning closer to Sullivan he just seemed to hug the boy petting his hair gently. These memories could damage a person, Iggy had seen so many things. So many things that he didn't know what to do with sometimes.
"I told you the memories can hurt someone...but now you know. Use those memories to help Seven he will need someone who actually understands." Maybe he was such a sweet boy even with his memories, and skill. Simple right? He just almost feared how Seven would react when this was discovered. But even then he would need someone that could understand. Sullivan now learned his past, parts of it. The bloody parts.
Iggy's headache came back worse then it had been when he started. A side effect. Probably. But another subject for a time when he was far away from this place.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 16, 2013 0:31:01 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI He didn't know what was worth the risk and what wasn't. There were things that were just hard to understand. Things he told himself he would never do. Yet here he stood trying to find out more about someone that he had claimed to hate on more than one occasion. There were many things that he didn't admit to other and to himself. He didn't admit how lonely he felt all the time, and he didn't admit how much he now relied on the blackette.
He didn't want anyone to know about anything. If he got attached he would regret it. He all ready regretted what had happened between himself and his brother. Without his own consent he had been ripped from everything he had known. Everything that he believed was right. How long had it been? How long had it been since he had sat down and even touched a pen to a piece of parchment?
He didn't remember and honestly he didn't want to. It would only hurt more and he would only feel more obliged to try and do it again. So when the boy warned him for the last time he let his orbs close. "I'll be honest and say, I'm damned no matter what happens from here." he said calmly. He just didn't think trying to step back from it now would do him any good. He was all ready in this.
But, as those images flicked through his memory and through his heart he felt weak. He never felt weak before in his life. He had been the one that people were afraid to cross. The one that no one would ever mess with. Yet here he was, fucking crying. He felt his back hit the concrete of the wall before falling to his knees. He wished the tears away but they came anyway. Damn Seven.
Damn him.
Why didn't he tell him anything? Why didn't he tell him what had happened? Yet, he couldn't really bring himself to blame the other. In the case, he wasn't being quite honest with himself or Seven. How could he expect the other to ever trust him if he didn't trust himself. Sullivan dug into his wrist causing drops of scarlet to start falling. He could hear the other and he forced his headache and his emotions to the side to hear him.
"That damn blackette. He doesn't need anyone." the words felt bitter on his tongue. That was how he was though. He always bit at anything that hurt him, anything that tried to get close. It wasn't much use since the other all ready saw him like this. Saw him vulnerable and taken to the ground by images of a past that wasn't even his own. He let him hug him but slowly pulled away forcing himself up.
He didn't bother with the blood that dripped from his hand or the fact that his head screamed at him. He wiped his eyes with his clean hand before looking at the other. "I got what I wanted. I'm sure there is something you want from me. Let me know so I can get the hell home. I'm sick of all this depressing shit. " he grumbled.
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 16, 2013 2:23:19 GMT -5
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The memories were still there, it bugged him only slightly. Going through his head over and over again. Like he had to keep on remembering a movie, or part of his past he did not wish to see. With how his past had been, it was never for the best. Being taken advantage of made it worse quite easily. He could only sigh lightly. Truly how did Sullivan feel about Seven, it had to mean something. It really had to.
Iggy had a very easier time keeping secrets from people. Mostly from himself, or anyone he knew. The memories of his past were better left to himself. Simple as that. Yet with the thoughts going through his mind now because of Sullivan. Everything Sullivan wished to learn anyway. Damned no matter what happened? Really well it did suck. But things had to happen, no escaping it now even if he wanted to help him do that.
"Yet you are so calm about that. Well since you are so sure." He did not know what to make of that. How could someone be so calm? Perhaps Seven would go easy on him. Iggy did not find him hoping this often because it was not his place at all. What he said was already said, nothing else mattered. Nothing could change it from the very start. Trying to step back from this or pretend he never saw that would never happen. So many people had wanted to take some things back once they saw it.
Mostly that was never possible. Iggy couldn't wipe memories way from people it was not his place. Simple. It almost seemed as if just a few memories brought Sullivan to his knees. If that happened to him then what would this do to Seven. Once those memories were dragged out into the open. By either Iggy or Sullivan, probably the latter. Iggy had no plans to give these things away. Most people weren't exactly open with each other right?
In some case. Yet he didn't need to think much on that it might only create other problems if he did. Iggy's life was different from Sullivan's. And even from Seven's. Such emotions tearing into Iggy's chest he felt as if his heart might break. If there was even anything left of his heart with all he had seen. Perhaps things like this might have been for the best even if he didn't know what to make of it.
"You shouldn't assume that. Sullivan." His words were quiet, his voice still hoarse. It was hard to to talk for some reason, for quite a few reasons he didn't get. Only blinking when the other pulled away he did his best not to fight them. Let Sullivan pull away it was not Iggy's place to hold him back. Not in a place such as this one. Pulling a cloth out of his hand he wrapped it around Sullivan's wrist before giving a small nod. Couldn't have him bleeding out here even something small like that.
"You saw his past. Am I allowed to know yours? Money is not needed....but I am curious about you Sullivan Farrell. "With how depressed he was maybe this was not actually a good idea. Now Sullivan wouldn't see it but Iggy would. Or maybe the male would watch over his shoulder who knew.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 17, 2013 0:17:36 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI Dark hues stared ahead. There wasn't anything there but he tried to concentrate on anything but what was happening now. Perhaps there was a good reason the other had given him such a warning. He should of listened to it instead of being so damn stubborn. It was one of the blonde's flaws. He would be honest and admit that right off the bat. He let out a deep breath as he tried to calm the rushing emotions in him.
The images, the scenes, they were fresh, and they wouldn't leave him alone. He felt so guilty, so guilty for prying into his life into details that the male shouldn't of known. Iggy wasn't completely correct about his guess. He did fear what seven would do when he found out but he just didn't care. After seeing what he had he would take as much punishment as the other could muster to give him.
All this time, he had judged the blackette so wrongly. He hadn't even known the truth about him before automatically labeling him as something that obviously he was not. He wouldn't take back that the other was a asshat though. Seven would always be an asshat no matter what Sully learned about him. But, all this time he had believed himself to be the only one suffering. How could he of been so blind?
The blackette had hidden things so much better than he ever had. Seven had a brother just like he did, and he was separated from him. Well, he couldn't really say that, since Seven irritated Shion until the other tried to kill him. But with Conner, the blonde wondered if his brother would ever forgive him for what he had done. He had asked to be hated by his younger brother. He had asked for it, perhaps if he was hated it would make the separation easier?
Sullivan wouldn't admit that it was hard pulling away from the other. He craved for another, the touch of someone other than himself. He honestly hated being alone. He was suffering enough as it was, was it selfish to want company? Sully just didn't know what was good or bad anymore. When he cursed Seven's name and spoke he heard the other speak in reply to him. He took a deep breath that came out as an irritated huff.
"Sully. Just call me Sully. Sullivan is to damn formal. You should relax more often kid." he said flatly. It was the best he could do right now since he wasn't in the best of moods. He was at least trying to be nice though. He didn't hate the kid, and honestly as much as the other wanted he probably would be his friend. In a way he had all ready befriended the other without any words being exchanged between the two. Sully was more of a man of action that way.
It was when the boy wrapped his wrist that he grunted. He wasn't use to people's affections toward him. He didn't even let Seven touch him half the time. A small smirk peeked at the edge of his lips. His mind wandered wondering if Seven would get jealous that this young man got to touch him without him struggling. The thought almost made him want to laugh. Seven jealous, that was something he would have to see with his own eyes.
It was the next part that made his eyebrows furrow. Say what now? As payment the kid wanted to see his past now did he? This wasn't something that the blonde expected and his entire body tensed up at the though. "Of all things you could of asked for why did you choose that?" he tried to keep his voice as nonthreatening as possible. He didn't want to scare the other but he felt like he was backed into a corner.
Yet his mind stopped him. He had promised the other anything he wanted. As far as anything went, this was considered anything. After a few moments he gave up letting out a deep breath he didnt' realize he had been holding in. "Fine Damn it. Let me get somethin'. " he grunted before reaching into his back pocket. After a moment he pulled out a case revealing a ink pen nestled inside of soft fabric in the case.
A small flush was on his face in embarrassment. "Use this. It will probably give you the clearest vision." he huffed. He wasn't to sure about this, but he couldn't just back out now could he? He had promised the other and he had got his side of the bargain. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE AND BACK TO NEVERLAND [newclass=chacha]background-color:f5f5f5;family:verdana; font-weight:bolder; font-size:11; width:400px;border:20px solid #383838; color:f5f5f5;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=chacha:hover]color:383838;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] |
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Post by iggy gautier on Mar 17, 2013 1:38:57 GMT -5
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Iggy shifted from one foot to the other. Truly he felt so awkward about this situation, but his ability put him into some strange places. Always. No matter how hard the boy might try to escape he had to get dragged right back in. Why did people just not listen to the warnings? They had a reason for being there. It was not just Iggy saying something to upset them simple as that. Sighing he tried to calm down, avoid those memories. Bad timing to let any memories he had seen appear.
Simple. Sullivan wished to learn something new, figure it out the best they possibly could. Seven might not approve but the things had already been done. A stubborn blond, it seemed lately most of them were that way. In some form. Not in a good way sometimes but still it was something after all. Why did Iggy always have to get the crazy ones. None of that made sense at this moment it seemed. Those scenes wouldn't leave Sully alone either now would they? Such memories. It was never possible to ignore them.
Having seen so many things he knew it. Not that he wished to actually change such a thing. Or make it stop. How was that even going to be possible? Iggy shook it away letting the light sigh pass his lips as it did. Maybe if he remained around Sully long enough Seven would appear. Or learn of what the blond had done. He would at least get to see what happened once this was actually discovered.
Everyone else suffered, every single person. There was not truly much that could be done about it. Some people were better off at hiding such memories. Iggy had actually become used to people pulling away from him, he never stopped doing things. He never stopped looking through memories, into the past or the future. It wasn't as if he could but still...some situations he could even avoid but he never did.
The irritated huff made him blink but he only shook that off. Not wishing to hold onto those things. Past memories in his mind only caused him problems. After all Iggy had to deal with everything else he saw at least his he could forget. Or pretend they never actually existed. "Okay Sully then. Relax yea sure...maybe." Though relaxing was never part of his vocabulary or thoughts on a daily basis.
He didn't have the time for that. Or at least he didn't quite think he did like some of the other Gemeni. The flat tone almost reminded him of the way someone else had spoken to him. Someone who he couldn't quite remember, it probably hadn't even been real. Carefully focusing on wrapping up the wound he almost felt worried. Like he stepped over his boundaries but that vanished quickly. Let Sullivan get angry with him if he did at all Iggy knew how to handle that mostly.
Why did he pick that? Maybe because he did not know quite what else to say. Simple. The boy could pick what he wanted to see this time, it just didn't happen suddenly. Not as it always did in most other situations. "Yes." No word other then that, basically because the boy almost felt out of place. More so he wished to speak about these things. When he finally did speak again his words were a bit quiet. "You said I could pick what I wanted didn't you?" He held his hands out for the object Sullivan had. What was it even.
Reaching to take the case and the ink pen from him he held onto it only smiling. While he might not know what to say. Holding the pen he seemed to pain with his other hand. When the images started to play all he would do was watch. Learn something more about his new friend. "Thank you Sully." He seemed so quite suddenly, it was probably strange.
Relaxed or not he was acting strange suddenly. Not even knowing what to actually say to this memories.
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Post by sullivan farrell on Mar 18, 2013 0:01:53 GMT -5
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▬ TAG AKI It was clear to see that the blonde was not comfortable. Learning about Seven's past was hard enough without going further. On top of having to deal with the memories, now the other was asking about his own past. He hid his past to often and tried to put it behind him. So when he asked why he had chosen that he was a little aggravated when he was given no real answer. He knew he had said anything, but he still wanted to know why it was his that he wanted to see.
Another emotion stirred in him however, and emotion that he didn't want to place. Perhaps it was wanting, he didn't want to give up his precious item to the other. As much as he hid his past it was a part of him. A part he wasn't so ready to just hand over. He almost moved to take it back but restrained himself. The other wouldn't hurt it. It was just a tool to see his past, a tool that he could use to a better potential that Sullivan himself hadnt' used it in ages.
That pen was very special to him. He had been given it from his father a long time ago to start writing. His passion back when he had the option of what he had wanted to do. Sullivan had began to regret this decision now, but he wanted to know what the other was seeing what piece of his past was being given up in exchange for what he had seen about seven. So he moved closer his hues glancing down at the painting as Iggy began to bring it to life.
Sullivan grimaced as a young boy appeared, laughing and playing and causing trouble. Sullivan watched as the vision continued to him older writing and talking to his old publisher. His heart tore at his chest remembering those days. It wasn't long before the vision flicked through his books and his published ones before the news came that his brother was being targeted by a gang. At his anguish of hiding his books and only keeping his pen as a token before going to take his brothers place in the gangs.
It began to show his own torture much like Seven's. Sully couldn't bare to watch and had to turn away. His body having been experimented on so that he could wield bombs. It was why he called himself a gemeni. Half human, but not half of anything else, just human created. His hand clenched into a fist as he recalled the torture and how he came to meet Seven not long after becoming his partner in the gang life and giving everything up.
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