Willing of the Wisps (Road + Starcry)
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				Title: <strong>Willing of the Wisps (Road + Starcry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoadToDusk</strong> on <strong>12-06-2018, 07:53:30</strong>
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				The night was bustling, city lights abound and neverending with crowds of restless tourists and residents. Every establishment seemed to be alive, or if they weren't they were well masked from all the neon flashing around. Adverts, promotions, slogans flashed on every screen and sign, traffic abound, yet everything seemed quaint, copacetic. Everything had a purpose, a readiness for patience as their actions were rewarded by citizens able to walk after vehicles drove, by the signs changing to show the dates for the next musical after the previous repulsive tripe of some cleaning product blinded your senses and made you ponder over why your ex was so into that crap.<br><br>Another day, another gig; that, however, was how it was for many a performer. From singers, to instrumentalists, to comedians, actors, and even speakers... The city truly never slept, and it was a rousing area that anyone and their mother would have to break themselves into submission of its schedule. No way could thousands of people and trillions of atoms of electricity bend to the preferences of one man.<br><br>Well, not for long. I mean, come on, sleeping medication and alarm clocks were invented for a reason, no?<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Cheers!"</strong><br><br>Another successful show. He and the band were making absolute bank, and the crew was being such a wonderful help. Hell, even the restaurant was being kind as to give them one of their better tables. Surely this had to be a dream. How many times had this happened in a row, now? Frankly, they all frequented the place every other night, so now the establishment more than likely vehemently expected them, but nevertheless it was a great time for everyone... so everyone thought.<br><br>At center stage sat a tall, lanky-formed man with copper brown locks set back in a cobra-braid ponytail so he could better reach for food and drink without locks getting in the way. Long earrings dangled from his lobules, eyes like peridots gleaming in triumphant pride and morale. "Congratulations, everyone, on another perfect performance!"<br><br><strong>"Aw, come on, Mey," </strong>a man at the table whined, cackling with a cup in hand, contents sloshing with his swishing about. <strong>"You keep doing this every time we go out. Ain't it getting old for ya?"</strong><br><br>A woman with a baseball cap snickered, grinning as she leaned forward a little, uncaring that her elbows were on the table. <strong>"Yeah, Meyolt,"</strong> she giggled, raising a brow, <strong>"You're too nice to us. What gives? Are you laying all of us off or something?"</strong><br><br>Meyolt couldn't stop himself from laughing, his head falling back as his body went with it. He had to set his cup down to be sure he didn't accidentally spill his drink on himself. <strong>"Wow, you have no faith!"</strong> he cackled. <strong>"I'm crushed! You all should know me!"</strong><br><br>Whilst the three -- and about fifteen others -- cackled along, splitting into conversation between one another, one young man kept to himself, phone in hand to check the time. Holding back the urge to yawn, he glanced over at the star of the show with disdain. His shoulders tensed, holding back a huff as he rolled his eyes. The guy's gleaming face was disgusting, to say the least, and worse yet <em>everyone</em> knew it wasn't a mask; that was legitimately him. God, for such a wise guy, he could come off as so stupid.<br><br>Thank god his old friend wasn't like that. Nah, he was a wise guy with some grit... some nice, sexy, cold grit.<br><br>Memories flooding his mind, the lad smirked, a hand coming up to cover his mouth in struggle to suppress a chuckle. Chocolate and vanilla hair did little to hide his pale skin and strawberry red eyes as something peculiar clicked in his head. Without warn, tuning out the world around him, he went to his social media messenger by his smart contraption, thumbs dancing about the technically nonexistent keyboard as his expression seemed to soften with text:<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Hey, dude!"</span> he wrote. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"How are things going wi--"</span><br><br><strong>"Hello~"</strong> the girl from before whined, snapping her fingers in front of the secluded male's face. <strong>"Earth to J.P.. What's up with you, man?"</strong><br><br>The decorated albino flinched, head shooting up and gaze swiped from his typing to the girl -- a rather butch lass with a strawberry blonde pixie cut and grey eyes that were near like snow.<br><br>And he hated her guts.<br><br><strong>"E-er, uh... yeah,"</strong> he muttered, smile sheepishly growing as he pulled his neck into his body. <strong>"Sorry, I zoned out there for a moment. I wanted to write to a pal, but I, uh..."</strong><br><br><strong>"Is something wrong, Julie?"</strong><br><br>Goddammit, Meyolt...<br><br><strong>"N-no, sir,"</strong> Julie-Pierre replied, nervous as he cleared his throat. <strong>"I mean... I'm still a little shaken up from what happened with Rhonda and I yesterday, but I'll get over it..."</strong><br><br><strong>"Oh, no, don't say that!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Dude, you know we're here for you, right?"</strong><br><br><strong>"I still can't believe she did that..."</strong><br><br>And now they were off in a frenzy. Good. Now he could get back to talking.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Hey, dude! How are things going with you? You're still interested in a job, right? Cause one just opened up last night, and I think it's right up your alley!"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Willing of the Wisps (Road + Starcry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 10:13:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://media.giphy.com/media/l1BgQOc1Jj7L86BA4/giphy.gif) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQtP1cJTw1c)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/g9Sbzaf.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Life is kind of funny. One minute you can be in a warm and loving household, without a care in the world. Then within a second of mindless stupidity, it can all be taken away. This is what happened to Shin.&nbsp; <br><br>He once had a bright future ahead of him. He once had two parents who loved him. He once had a reason to smile without a care in the world...<br><br>Shin was the tender age of thirteen when it was all taken away from him, in what could only be described as an act of pure carelessness; A truck driver had been arguing on the phone with his wife when it happened. The police said his parents died upon impact and the driver was charged with involuntary manslaughter. Neither were of any consolation. His previous comfortable life was gone, and within that one moment, he, like his brother, was forced to go from a teenager to an adult. <br><br>At first, they had so-called relatives rally around them and offered help and shelter. But that was only because they were after the life insurance, which was none existent. Their home was sold up from under them, along with their mother's store since both Shin and his elder brother was not old enough to deal with the legalities of things. To make matters worse, even when they did become old enough it would be too late to reclaim the estates. <br><br>Seven years on and Shin was stuck living alone. His brother had married and Shin didn't want to impose, despite his sister-in-law saying it was ok for him to stay with them. In her eyes, they were all family. However, he didn't feel it was appropriate for himself to live with newlyweds, thus decided to venture out into the world by himself. That was three years ago. Now? Things were becoming difficult and had been since he left school.<br><br>It didn't seem to matter where he went to work, he never lastest longer than six months. It wasn't that he wasn't a hard worker or didn't do his jobs correctly, it was more like his employers always found fault, somehow. Life had not just given him <strong>A</strong> lemon, it had thrown him an entire fucking warehouse with no way to make lemonade. <br><br>However, this was all about to change and prove that whatever god was watching had a really fucked up sense of humor...<br><br><hr><hr> <br>Shin let out a soft sigh as he lent against the wall of an underground bridge and simply watched the nightlife run around in the heavy rain. He had been fired from another job yet again. Apparently, too many customers had complained about his treatment of them; something he knew was a load of bull. He had been fired so many times now that he could tell when he was being given a piss poor excuse and this was one of those. The biggest indicator was that the person firing him could never look him in the eye properly when they did so. <br>&nbsp;Usually being fired didn't bother him too much but today was different. Today was especially bad due to the fact that it was not only raining heavily and he didn't have an umbrella but that it was the seventh year anniversary of his parent's death. It was around this time at night when it happened all those years ago and it hadn't stopped being difficult. It never did.<br><br>Shin got out his smartphone and used an app to check his bank account; he was running dangerously low on funds. To top it off the lease on his apartment was about to run out. He doubted that the landlord would renew the contract since he had been late to pay the rent quite often. It sucked but he understood the business logic behind it. It didn't mean that he had to like it, however. <br><br>Shin put his phone away and went back to gazing into nothingness as people and traffic went about their business in the heavy rain. The peaceful sound of rain and inner reflection was interrupted he heard the all too familiar "ping" from his phone. <em>Who could be messaging me now?</em> He pondered. Half-hoping that it wasn't his brother checking up on him or any former co-workers asking for gossip on why he was let go so suddenly. Thankfully it was none of those. It was a message that bought both surprise and joy at the same time. <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Hey, dude! How are things going with you? You're still interested in a job, right? Cause one just opened up last night, and I think it's right up your alley!"</span> It was from an old childhood friend, Julie-Pierre.<br><br>Shin had been friends with him since middle school and while he was a bit of an oddball they had always been good friends. Unfortunately, he hadn't heard from him in a few months and he was beginning to think that yet another friend had left him. The last he heard was that he was going on some sort of road trip, so getting this text like this was a shock to stay the least. <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"You know me, always looking for a job! lol."</span> <br><br><strong>"Because I can't seem to hold one down..."</strong> He mumbled to himself before hitting the "send" button. <br><br>For a good few years, Shin had been like this. He would come to this spot to get away from the world whenever it had decided to take a shit on him. This place had seen him grow from a 4ft teen into a 5.11ft adult. It had seen him wear all sorts of outfits including his current smart bartender suit. The tunnel was timeless and had become the only place he saw as a sanctuary from the world full of hate... <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"What are the details?"</span> He added after a few minutes.<br><br>It's not that he didn't trust his old friend, it was that he had certain standards when it came to jobs. While he had performed a wide range of jobs, there were certain ones that he had as a big no. He hoped that this job wouldn't be amongst the "no" since he really needed the money. </td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Willing of the Wisps (Road + Starcry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoadToDusk</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 22:49:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://imgur.com/kiWjJYh.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">~~~ How sad how things can get out of control so quickly. One moment you're having the time of your life with people you trust, and the rest you're left feeling alone, isolated from the past and your actions to keep sane. Holding back the urge to bite his lip, Julie-Pierre glanced back at his phone. Emotions took over his frame, manners nonexistent as he leaned forward, elbows on the table with a hand holding his head in melancholy. Blankly he gawked at the screen in wait, the rain hitting the windows relaxing yet all the same repulsive.<br><br>~~~ When would there be a night that it wouldn't rain? Was it some omen? He didn't know.<br><br>~~~ But there was one specific person too adamant to keep positive through it.<br><br>~~~ The albino didn't expect a broad hand gently coming to his shoulder. Even with the slow gesture it shocked him, pink eyes widening with a jolt.<br><br>~~~ <strong>"O-oh! Julie, I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you."</strong><br><br>~~~ It took everything to not scowl at the auburn.<br><br>~~~ <strong>"Are you alright? You're especially distant today."</strong><br><br>~~~ Julie-Pierre sighed, lips curling down as he shook his head, retracting his face from his palm so he could comb his fingers through his bangs in self-comfort. <strong>"N-no, not really,"</strong> he muttered. <strong>"But... I think I'll be alright."</strong><br><br>~~~ Meyolt frowned, gaze turning more blue with concern.<strong> "Julie-Pierre,"</strong> he sighed, seeing one of the near crewmembers leave his seat and taking the opportunity to sit beside his distraught friend, <strong>"I know what she did was really... 'orrible. None of us expected that from her. I can't even explain how guilty I feel for allowing someone like that into our workforce."</strong> A hand extended to the shorter male. <strong>"I want you to know that you have all of us to help you, okay? I have the bosses taking extra care of background checks this time for new members, alright? If there is still any problem with anyone, please don't hesitate to tell me."</strong> Scooting himself to the table for a moment, his hand was left open in patient wait, expression almost fatherly.<br><br>~~~ Julie-Pierre left dumbfounded, he felt his phone buzz in his hand. The sheer truth of the rockstar's kindness was still something he couldn't get used to. It had to be fake, it had to be some sort of rouse. Stage performers were all actors, no?&nbsp; So that meant they were all con-artists. Sometimes, though, the albino wasn't quite sure if his logic was.. right. Gulping the extra salvation, he reached for his tea and took a drink, shoulders stiff as he looked so helpless before the wise creature before him.<br><br>~~~ What was he going to do...?<br><br>~~~ Taking note of the other's reluctance, Meyolt smiled, closing his eyes as he slowly retracted his hand. <strong>"I understand,"</strong> he said, nodding. <strong>"We can talk later if you would like."</strong> He couldn't help but point at the other's phone. <strong>"You should probably check your phone, then. I'm sure your friend would love to hear from you."</strong><br><br>~~~ Confused, Julie-Pierre looked at his phone, pressing a button to light up the screen. Sure enough, there was a text. How did he miss the buzz? "O-oh, uh... thanks," he said, keeping his glance from the auburn.<br><br>~~~ Meyolt nodded again, slowly moving from the seat -- not wanting the screeching of wood on hard floor to scare anyone nearby. <strong>"I hope your friend can help you,"</strong> he commended. <strong>"I know you're far closer to them than us. They must make you feel at home."</strong><br><br>~~~ Oh, he had no idea...<br><br>~~~ <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"What are the details?"</span><br><br>~~~ Julie-Pierre's smile grew instantly with the sight of the name that came with the text. His eyes lit up, chest growing tight, cheeks raising as he took in a deep breath. The emotion was too much, feeling a violent pinch in his head but thinking nothing of it -- though it did make his eye twitch. Nevertheless his thumbs frantically moved, replying to the text, everyone and everything else around him tuned out:<br><br>~~~ <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"One of our bodyguards got fired late yesterday. it was kind of my fault, though... But, my coworkers are really nice and I talk a lot about you to them, so they already know you're a good worker. I think it'd be great for you to join the crew!"</span><br><br>~~~ "Join the crew...?" Was that stupid rockstar rubbing off on him that much?<br></span>
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