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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:49 pm
The Runaway
Logan can't bear another moment with his parents. Their constant fighting has mangled his peace of mind. And once he accidentally blows up a part of his high school with a simple lit cigarette, he needs to get out of town before the cops get his unlucky butt in jail. He follows the traintracks to another city, town, maybe even another country. He knocks on the first door he sees. Who is on the other side of the door, is entirely up to you.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:53 pm
∆Logan∆ Name: Logan Wayne
Age: 16
Sexuality: Unsure.
Seme/Uke: Uke
Background: Grew up in a very troublesome household where not a moment passed where his parents weren't screaming at eachother. Now he's supposed to go to jail.
Personality: Vulnerable. But you could say he always enjoys the little things.
Other: Smokes cigarettes. WAY too much.
Picture:
 ∆The Guy Behind The Door∆ Name: Ethan 'Al' Caige
Age: 22
Sexuality: Bi
Seme/Uke: Seme
Background: Al was always a problem child but he loved every minute of it. He loves to roam the streets and collect bounties with his gun, Artemis
Personality: A very laid-back guy, loves to have fun, and can be a great friend once you get to know him
Other: Carries around his gun for 'just in case' situations such as collecting bounty.
Picture: 
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:55 pm
Character Profile
(PM me if interested)
Name:
Age: (19 or older)
Sexuality:
Seme/Uke: (Seme)
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 3:11 pm
Logan Wayne Hours and hours of walking. How long had it been? I ran off last night at around midnight... Now it feels like the afternoon. It's been a while. Logan was exhausted. He'd been walking all day, but he ran most of the night. He wasn't sure exactly how he made it this far. The train tracks never seemed to end. He figured they had to lead somewhere... Right?
Hours passed by as he continued to follow the narrow row of traintracks. Not a town or anything in sight. But out of the blue, he thought he saw smoke. He sighed, relieved. He didn't know why but the idea of company sounded kind of nice right now. Oh yeah, and he needed someplace to live. Atleast until he could earn some money to pay for a train ticket to some city or someplace farther away from home. But for now, it was either bang on someones door or sleep in a tree. He chose the former. He took off in the direction the smoke was coming from. He sprinted through the thick brambles that seperated everyone from the traintracks. He ran and ran until he found the source of the smoke. A chimney. Attached to a house. He exhaled, and walked up the porch steps. He knew how pathetic he must look. A lost runnaway high schooler in grey skinny jeans and a Bon Jovi t-shirt. He must look like trouble. He knew that, but he needed to take a chance.
He knocked on the door.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 5:38 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← Al was home, polishing his gun and listening to loud rock music when he heard a knock at the door. Taking Artemis with him, the bounty hunter walked to the door and opened it slightly, only enough to glance out at the person. "Can I help you?" his voice sounded very low and he gave off a grim presence. He was a good faker. He hid the gun behind the door and looked the male over. He was no older than 16 or 17. "I've never seen you around here. Shouldn't you be home?" he questioned. It was rather odd to see someone so young out here by themselves, knocking on stranger's doors. What if he had been taken away by a rapist? That wouldn't have been very good now would it? •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:52 pm
Logan Wayne "Uh yeah, about that..." He glanced off to the side nervously, unsure of how to continue. He was never good at convincing people. Horrible at it, to say the least. "Okay, I'm not really sure how to do this," He tried, and decided to just wing it. "Can I stay here? For like, a night? Or two? A week tops?" He looked at his shoes, all worn down from the night of running. He took a deep breath and looked back up. "Please? I promise I won't blow anything up." Smooth, Logan. Smooth. He mentally punched himself in the gut. But that was the best he could come up with. Sure he looked like the most untrustworthy kid on the block, but what choice did he have?
"Please?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:44 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← Al stared at the kid and gestured for him to come in. Looking the kid over, Al told him to turn and put his hands behind his head. Searching the kid for any weapons and such, the older male nodded once he was satisfied. "So where are you from? And why aren't you back there?" he asked, walking back into his room and finishing with his gun before putting it away. If this guy was going to stay there then he needed a little info on him first. "Oh and what's your name?" he added onto his chain of questions. •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:18 pm
Logan Wayne "Uh, I'm not gonna tell you where I'm from," He told him, bluntly. Mainly so if this guy turned out be a real a** and turn me into the cops then he wouldn't know where to take me. "I ran away. I'm 16." Simple answers were his specialty. He looked the man up and down. He wondered if that gun ever came in handy.
"I'm Logan."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:50 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← Al listened silently. Taking the gun out and putting it to the kid's forehead. "I'm turning you in..." he glared at the kid and pulled the trigger. A red paint splatter was released and spread all over the kid's face. Al laughed at the kid's face and threw him a towel. "Just kidding."
He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. "Hungry? There's stuff in the kitchen. Take what you want. I'm going shopping today anyway. What kind of foods do you like. You can come too if you want to. I don't mind." he smiled warmly at Logan and turned back to the mirror, still wondering why the kid showed up. •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 8:59 pm
Logan Wayne Logan literally almost fainted when he thought he might get taken in. He heard the trigger and almost keeled over and passed out. A night without sleep really doesn't agree with him. He wiped his face off with the towel and smiled a little shakily at the man.
The mention of food had him in a good mood in no time. He broke out into a broad grin. "I'll eat anything! Thanks!" He glanced back at the man, wondering why he would let a classic street urchin into his house. "Thank you, by the way."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 9:41 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← Al nodded and finished up, exiting the bathroom and walking into the living room. "Well I'm Ethan. Everyone calls me Al though." he called to the teen and flicked through T.V. channels til he had found a decent show. Lounging on the couch, the older male let out a yawn and stared at Logan. "Mind if I asked why you ran away?" he questioned, giving an encouraging smile for this young teen to tell.
"I promise I won't judge you. Not at all." he chuckled to himself. He couldn't judge someone who had a better life than his probably. He stretched out his back and watched Logan for a moment before looking at the window. •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 9:52 pm
Logan Wayne Logan tensed a bit. "Um," He mumbled, trying to find a way out of the question. "Well," He glanced around the room. "I think you'll have to get me drunk first," He chuckled. He didn't like spilling info that much. Better yet just didn't know how to.
This guy seemed pretty easy going though, so he figured he'd wind up telling him at some point. He glanced out the window, at the tall forest looming around the house. "I'm sorry," He told him, about not telling him, that is.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 9:58 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← "Well until you find a place to stay, you will have to work for your rent." he smirked and stood to his feet, strolling over to the smaller male and leaning closer to him. "You know what I mean... right?" he gave a small smiled and lowered himself closer to Logan's ear, blowing onto it a little before backing up and laughing.
"Only kidding. Just will need you to do a few chores is all, such as washing the dishes, helping with cooking and shopping." he smiled and opened the front door. Grabbing the news and mail, Al sat back onto the couch and began to go through his mail. Mostly bills. After looking at those, he started reading the news. •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:05 pm
Logan Wayne Logan jumped backwards when that Ethan guy messed with him. He rolled his eyes when he heard he was kidding. He figured this guy was gonna get on his nerves fast.
When he actually started talking business he relaxed a little. He smiled, "Got it. It's starting to get dark out, want me to start on dinner?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:10 pm
|Do you want to be somebody else
Are sick of feeling so left out,
Are you desprate to find something more,
Before your life is over
No you don't know what it's like,
To be like me,
To be hurt...• →Ethan○'Al'○Caige← "If you want. Cook what you are hungry for, I don't mind." she smiled and continued looking through the news. His eyebrows raised when there was an report on a teen with the exact description of Logan. "Hey, Logan. Come here a sec." he called, waiting for the younger of them to walk closer.
"I don't mean to pry, but id this you?" he showed a picture of the other male and tilted his head. "Why are you in the news. What did you do to get here?" he stared at the kid and started to read the column on him. He crossed his legs and skimmed through it. •To feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked when your down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down and no ones there to save you
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life..|
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