Soap?
- Locked due to inactivity on Nov 21, '16 3:54am
Thread Topic: Soap?
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I'm sorry. I've been packed with stuff. School has been drowning me. I'll try to get a post in around tomorrow. I won't make promises, because I'm already behind in school assignments. However, I will try to get one in.))
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Oh wow, you're in school already? Well if you can't don't stress over it, no big deal, I was just reminding you.
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Actually, I started School on August, 4th. xD))
Asher's eyes followed Sam's. He bit his lip and shrugged at Sam. "Maybe. Maybe not. We aren't hiding. We are staying on the clean path." Asher placed a hand on the doorknob, sighed, and pushed it open. His hair was beginning to grow too long, but he didn't mind. He liked being outside. He liked hunting. He didn't mind being feared. Fear kept people away from him. Silence was his best friend. He nodded and proceeded back to his thoughts.
"The city isn't that bad. Humans are farm animals to us. They are annoying, petty creatures. All they do is bring destruction and pestilence. Sneaking through the city is easy. Not getting caught is easy. Humans are litter. They litter the world we need to survive. The city is pathetic, but I still enjoy it. Tsk." Asher's expression could kill a person. However, his expression wasn't directed at Sam. It was jealousy. He was jealous of humans. Jealous of the life they had.
Asher remembered being a human. He remembered going to school. He remembered haircuts, ice cream, going swimming, and getting embarrassed when reading a page in front of the whole class. He had friends. He had a family. He headed down the hall, looking forward. 'Stop this, Asher' He though to himself. Why should he feel pity and sadness? His family hated him. School was hell. Everything was the worst. He shouldn't be jealous. His life is better now. The problem was.....He is jealous. Jealous of them. -
Bump.))
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"The city may not seem bad on the surface but it's not the tall buildings and high-class people I'm worried about, it's the people that know me. It's the people that I see and they see me and all they want to do is kill me. It's the people in the alleys or in darkened corners saying, 'I thought he was dead?', 'I thought he killed the brat', 'Oh f---, him again', 'Hes dead right?', 'Didn't Johnny kill him?', 'Go call John.', it's the people that I don't know the faces of that question to kill me or hire me, or both. It's the people that raised me and they're friends, and the people that saved me from an alley when I was a teenager. Its how do you explain how I can get shot or stabbed and almost be fine after." Sam said, ignoring Asher's bitterness.
He walked a bit behind Asher looking at the ground with a small sneer. He use to love the city, it was nice, bright big, and then it turned to hell for him, the large place seemed like just a giant death trap. The city just turned into the place his mom died, the alleys he lived in, the stores and people he stole from and eventually where he was killed. Looking back his life before he died wasn't any better then as it was now, but at least his life now wasn't any worse. -
Low key, I can't remember the idea I had before about Asher's past. Soooo, I'm just going to make it up along the way. xD)
Asher looked at the Blood red wallpaper on the walls of the hall. He let out a soft sigh, not because of frustration or angry. He felt calm. He enjoyed the woods very much and going there would be quite delightful. He turned down another hall and followed it, until he reached the stairs. He looked down and headed down them too.
Asher remembered the city. He remembered being small and pure. His hair was a bit shorter back then and he lived with only his mother. He never went outside much like the other boys. He stayed in his little bedroom, which was upstairs at the time and read his books. He had always been very intelligent. Asher stared ahead. That was another problem. He could've did wonderful things and Now, he's a killer. Asher remembered the nights his family would leave him alone. The nights he begged for his family to stay home. He had always been alone. Had...That isn't a word he should use. He has always been alone. However, he enjoyed that. He liked being alone. He liked making little paper airplanes and hanging them up in his bedroom. He liked building sheet forts and reading books during thunderstorms. He liked being nine and living without care.
"The city is beautiful. However, people destroy everything. Everything I've lost has been because of someone else. We should consider traveling one day. I haven't been to the city in awhile. It would be interesting to see it. I normally just go there to hunt in groups. I've never actually been out in years for actual fun. We aren't humans. I'm positive nobody would harass you." -
Bump.))
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