been in my drafts for a while. i finally finished shameless. ugh. i don't know how i'm supposed to make it to 2014 for the new season. mickey and ian are actually perfect. anyways. someone should roleplay with me. i'm good with any group, or private. whatever works.
@slytherin-my-pants-draco-malfoy you're the one on the left, i'm the right. hope that's okay c: and sorry. i actually had no idea how to start this.
Everett; I left my family not long ago. Why? Because I was a coward. I was supposed to stay there. Protect them. Mom and my sister. But when I walked out that day, I knew they'd be dead before I had a chance to come back. That's just the way things worked lately. You saw someone one day. And the next, their blood splattered the sidewalks. Anyone who opposed the government all had the same fate. Death. Or some insane amount of torture, for information, or something. It was just a matter of time. For everyone. So why did I leave, then? Even I wasn't so sure anymore. Nothing made sense. Everything was shit. And it was my job to stop it. Maybe not mine alone. That's why I joined up with some secret organization. They said they wanted me and I didn't know why. But I didn't argue. I took them up on their offer because, hell, I had no place else to go. "We'll have our best train you," a man said when we met. Training? I didn't know what that meant, either. But I guess it was too late to back down now. These people seemed like the sort you didn't want to piss off. He picked me up in his car, surprisingly nice for someone organizing the government's downfall. You'd think he couldn't afford much. We drove in silence to the far side of the city. Outskirts I didn't even know existed. I guess that made sense. These people needed to live in isolation. I didn't have much. Just some tattered old backpack filled with a pair or two of clothes and other belongings I simply couldn't part with. So far, I didn't trust the man I was with. He hadn't even bothered to mention his name. So I hadn't either. Maybe the guy he was taking me to would be better. Friendly even? Though I highly doubted it. I felt a sense of longing for home. For my family. But I quickly brushed those thoughts away. Whatever it was, this was no place for emotion. Not if I wanted to survive.
Evan; I didn't get much sleep last night. The nightmares kept me up. Except I guess I couldn't call them nightmares anymore, since whatever I saw always came true. Still, I watched them die. Every night, a new person. Sometimes during the day now, too. Why couldn't I just see normal things? Like, I don't know. The answers to a test. Or lottery numbers. Then again, just seeing things in general wasn't normal. I just wish it wasn't death all the time. I sat on a bench in a local park, smoking a cigarette and drinking a steaming cup of black. Honestly, it's all I could think to do. The thought of going to school didn't sound the least bit appealing. So I was planning on spending the day just bumming around. I guess it's what I was best at.
Zane; I headed down the sidewalk, running my fingers through my newly dyed mess of hair. It was earning me some pretty weird stares. But I didn't care. I actually quite liked it, to tell you the truth. Of course, it kind of gave me a headache, every time I looked in the mirror. Maybe that's why everyone was cleverly avoiding my gaze. Rightfully so. I lifted a lit cigarette to my lips, taking a long drag. Smoking was much more relaxing now, without having to worry about getting lung cancer and dying. Then again, I never worried much about that before, either. But the reassurance was just nice, I guess.