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Post by ranmyaku on Sept 21, 2012 8:42:26 GMT -8
 LOKIfourteen | male | player | suggested crest | ritsuka saitoThe CharacterWhen you come home from school, your parents are yelling again. You don't know what it's about this time, but it's probably about money, in some form or fashion. No, more than likely about money. It seems to always be about money; you've learned to hate just the word, even more the actual thing, blasted and horrid as it was. You tell them that you're home, but they're not paying attention to anything but their argument, so you just tread up the stairs and set your backpack onto your bed. Down the hall, your little brother is blasting music into his brain with too-big headphones that hung on his skull. You two are the only children left in the home, but you have three older siblings, out of the house. They live hours away from you, in another city.
Your little brother has little concept of money. He's too focused on new crazes, specifically in the gaming industry. However, the games you like and the games he likes don't usually overlap, unless it's a cool roleplaying game. He's much more into the games that you can shoot a stranger in the head, while you'd prefer to play by yourself, for the most part. However, when your parents get so angry, you find that you like to delve into a game you both like, bury yourself into something not quite real, but not completely distant, something where you can talk to someone, even your older siblings that are so far away. You miss them, dearly. It had taken you forever to get the game. You didn't want to bother your parents about it, since it was new and was worth a bit more than the average game. It was special. It was new. It was.. breathtaking. You waited for your birthday, which they largely forgot, and used a bit of manipulation to get what you wanted.
You reasoned.. if they forgot your birthday, they owed you big. Just one gift, and you were fine with that. You just wanted the game, some form of escape that didn't require you to join any sports after school. Laziness, maybe. If you turn up the sound of the game on your headphones enough, you stop listening to the arguments downstairs, and you feel comforted and safe.
Outside, you're happy. You don't tell anyone any sort of problems you might have at home. They don't matter and they could be a lot worse than they were. You have no right to complain when people are being beaten by their parents, starved or inappropriately touched. Yours just argue, and forget you sometimes. It's not that important, and besides. You can handle it. You're a big boy and you're smart and strong. You can handle your problems on your own. So you smile and you play and you laugh, make little comments and remarks, sarcasm is your forte. You make friends so you can ignore yourself and focus on them. You can listen to their problems without any problem. Their problems are worse than yours; you have no right to complain.
Inside, you're scared. You're scared of your own weaknesses and you're scared that people will look down on you if they knew that you're so bothered by simple arguments. You're scared no one will listen the moment you try to talk, so you keep quiet about anything bad about yourself. Your pride is overwhelming and you won't allow yourself to be weak. You can't be scared, just play the game. It'll all be alright and you'll be safe with your friends and you'll be safe in worlds that don't exist, talking to things that aren't really there, but people that really are. You can do this.
The RPername Cuppy, prease.
face claim inazuma eleven, kiyama hiroto
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