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Post by Ciaran Malone on Jul 9, 2010 19:37:17 GMT -5
 A soft smile spread over Ciaran's lips as he gazed out over the moving, dancing ocean waves. The sound alone was soothing, but it was the mist in the air, the salty dampness that caressed his skin, that the doctor loved the most. He could feel the moisture in the air like a shimmering, gentle sheet connecting him to the ocean itself. With every pull of the tide he felt something inside of him move in unison; his heart beat in time with the thrashing of the waves along the sandy shore. If he stood there long enough, listening, it was as if he could hear the ocean whispering in his ear; Ciaran felt alive near the ocean, as if, for the first time in his life, he could breath. The feeling was intoxicating, a higher high than any drug could ever give.
Something inside of him stirred with every sway of the waves; something inside of him longed to come out, like a child yearning to play. How long ago was it that he last let his shield down? The last time he walked through a wall, a door? The last time he pushed or pulled an object with his mind? The last time he conjured, or bended, or animated water? So long ago that he couldn't remember. His abilities, in his eyes, were hideous. He didn't hate himself: he hated what he was. The mage's right hand reached up and played with the tie nestled neatly around his neck, adjusting it for no real reason at all. He knew that his mark was hidden, but he could still feel it, as if it were a scab. He could hide the mark that declared to the world what he was, he could hide from the world his abilities, but this was something he couldn't hide. No matter how hard he tried, the thread he felt connecting him and the water was something he couldn't ever deny.
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Post by elliot on Jul 9, 2010 21:16:45 GMT -5
" Hey you kid! Get back here!" A red faced black haired man chased after the 13 year old, followed by security guard, who turned around, sticking his tongue out at him. It was then, in his moment of distraction, he ran smack dab into the fence he was meant to jump. " Ow..." He found himself laying on the flat of his back, he sat up and rubbed his head . It was then he was picked up roughly by the back of his collar by the security guard " Ow! Hey Put me down!" He snarled. The manager just laughed at him " Couldnt get away form me this time could ya! This is the last time you steal from Clear water shores!" He said. Ace just smirked "Its not like its too hard, the security around her sucks."" This earned him a glare and a good shake from the security gaurd. " ow. Hey! its the truth!" All it took to get stuff from here was jumping the fence and picking a few lock to the food shack. Rarley did they ever catch him and if they did, he'd out run them. This time though his ego had gotten to him, which is the only reason he was in this mess.
" Either way, hopefully once I call the police you're locked away for good, you little street rat." The security officers grip was changed from the back of his shirt to his arm as he pushed him along after the manager. Ace glared, and glanced at a log, which suddenly ended up in front of the manager, causing him to tumble over it. " Ow what the-" Ace laughed, and the security guard even let out a little chuckle. The manger scrambled to his feet, glaring at the boy. " You! you did that somehow!"
" No I didnt? how could I? you must have a few more screw lose than I thought.." The manager just glared " Stupid little brat.. I'll let the police deal with you!"
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Post by Ciaran Malone on Jul 10, 2010 23:37:32 GMT -5
So peaceful, so wonderful...
Shouts from not so far off broke through Ciaran's quiet reverie and he glanced over his shoulder just in time to witness a man, a rather large man in every sense of the word, yank a boy up by his shirt. "Wha..." Ciaran blinked in astonishment. A man. A full, grown man being so rough with a child. The sight was appalling and, before Ciaran could think twice about it, he turned from the crashing waves and scrambled toward the man and boy who stood, arguing, by the fence. The sand slowed him down, but it didn't slow him down tremendously and in a matter of moments he was within five feet of the pair. His blue-gray orbs widened slightly as he watched a log move and fling itself in front of the guard, and then the boy's scent settled in. The guard's human stench, normal stench was heavy in the air, mixing with the salt of the ocean, but the familiar scent not so different from his own was there.
The boy was a mage, and the moving log only proved it further; but mage or not, the guard's words didn't settle well with him and his eyes narrowed some. "Well, aren't you a man, calling children names and treating this boy as if he were no better than a piece of trash." Ciaran glanced at the blond-haired boy and a sympathetic smile worked its way over Ciaran's lips but it quickly faded as he turned his attention back to the man. He didn't care if the boy committed murder. He was a child, and what child didn't make mistakes at some point in their life?
"Apologize to him, and then back away." Lying. He hated it, and he hated how easily the lie popped into his mind, but Ciaran saw no other way. He knew pigs like the guard standing before him, and they never let the little things, like the boy, slide by. They needed something smaller than them to boss around and pick on to make up for their loss of manhood; it was a sad existence. "I shouldn't have let my son wander so far away, and I apologize for anything he has done." Ciaran glanced at the boy, recalling the names the guard had thrown around. ".. And I will pay for anything he has stolen. Fair enough?"
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Post by elliot on Jul 11, 2010 0:21:31 GMT -5
Oh... Mr. Malone, theres-nothing going o-" Ace looked up as he heard the manger speak, seeing a young man ruin up to them. "Well, aren't you a man, calling children names and treating this boy as if he were no better than a piece of trash. " Apologize to him then back away." The guard snarled slightly glaring at him as he was commanded to drop the kid and apologize. The manager then stepped foreward " Excuse me sir, but this stree- boy has caused quite a problem around here lately...Stealing from the premises" His eye the widened as Ciaran apologized for his "son". He glanced from the kid back to the young man and back at the kid. The man seemed rather young to be the kids father, and the kid didn't seemed dressed well for the son of a member here... But...hey he would get money and so he wouldn't argue.
" Um...Of course sir...Joe, put the kid down and apologize as the gentlemen said. I'm very sorry sir, but as mentioned before the boy has been quite a Nui--caused quite some problems lately " Joe dropped the blonde haired boy muttering a half hearted apology. " Shall I just send you a bill, sir?' the mange turned back to the gentlemen.
Ace just kinda smirked up at the guard, before also looking back towards the guy who had just kept him from being thrown in jail. He went and stood beside his "daddy", smirking st the other two gentlemen.
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Post by Ciaran Malone on Jul 11, 2010 2:02:14 GMT -5
Ciaran saw in the manger's eyes that he was questioning the truth behind Ciaran's words; he saw the doubt flash in the manager's eyes, and he internally recoiled. It wasn't until the manger made Joe apologize that he let out a silent sigh. The apology muttered toward the boy was even quieter; how nice of Joe. But Ciaran wasn't going to push his luck and let the weak apology slide as the boy moved to his side. Not wanting to give up his father-son charade, Ciaran put a gentle arm around the boy's shoulders and smiled kindly at the manager and the security guard. "A bill won't be needed, I can pay here and now."
He dropped his arm from the boy's shoulders and reached into his back pocket, where he fetched his wallet. He wasn't sure if he was assuming correctly with the boy being a thief, and the fact that the staff were accepting money didn't help. Of course they would accept his money; Clear Water was all about the money: they were greedy with money, green with it. The thought of them making up a large sum of money, more than what the kid possibly stole in food or merchandise, passed his mind but he didn't allow it to hinder paying forward; it wasn't as if he needed the money, or would go without.
"How much do I owe you?"
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Post by elliot on Jul 11, 2010 13:46:55 GMT -5
Ace visibly flinched slightly as he felt the arm go around him, glaring slightly up at the man, clenching his fist slightly. Ace did a side step as the guy removed his arm from his shoulders.
The manager suppressed the urge to grin as he said he could pay on the spot, all of a sudden looking as cheerful as a boy who had just gotten a puppy, and almost completely forgetting the kid who had apparently caused so much trouble for now. " R-right, of course, sir." He said I'd say he stole about...150 dollars worth of stuff? something like that." He rubbed his hands together, not able to keep the small smirk from his face.
Ace raised an eyebrow slightly, he highly doubt he had stolen /that/ much stuff he was pretty sure. Those hot dogs must've cost quite a allot if he did. He kept quiet though. He didn't need the guys help, he could've figured a way out himself. It wasn't his fault the guy was willing to pay to get him out of trouble, in fact it just saved Ace the trouble of figuring an escape plan.
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Post by Ciaran Malone on Jul 14, 2010 22:05:15 GMT -5
Ciaran blinked as he stared fixedly at the manager. Did he hear him correctly? One hundred and fifty dollars? What the Hell did the kid steal? Gold plated food? Ciaran highly doubted that and frowned slightly as he slowly opened his wallet, all the while his silvery orbs never leaving the manager. The true robber here was the manager, and his power hungry security guard. “Something like that indeed.” Ciaran mumbled as he pulled out five twenties and one fifty. Money wasn't truly the issue; he had all the money he needed, and there would always be more. The fact that the manager was stooping so low as to using a boy and his own kind nature to his advantage was what bothered Ciaran. While he appeared human, and smelled human, the manager was nowhere near in touch with his humanity. He was blinded by a demon of sorts: greed. A terrible, endlessly-hungry demon, indeed. Hesitantly, he held the money out and forced a smile, though it wasn't at all too difficult for him despite how unhappy he was with the entire situation. Ciaran took a step forward and placed the money in the manager's greedy hands, and nodded his head with a curt sigh. He wanted to leave, forgive and forget.
“Now if you will excuse us, we will be going home now.” We. He had not for one second forgotten about the boy. “C'mon. Let's go.” He skipped throwing out a name and instead went for an exasperated look shot toward the blond-haired boy that was all for show. Ciaran once more placed his arm around the boy. He had noted how uncomfortable the boy felt the first time he did it, but he didn't want to let up the charade just yet; not with the manager and security guard so close. Once they were out of ear shot, Ciaran glanced down at the teenager and a soft, inquisitive smile slipped over the look of exasperation. “May I ask you something, other than what your name is?” He had a few questions rolling around on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't going to shoot them out there without asking first; that would just be rude.
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Post by elliot on Jul 15, 2010 7:16:41 GMT -5
Ace watched as he gave the guy a skeptically look, before handing the money over. He blinked a few times, frowning slightly. The guy forked over 150 bucks for some random kid off the street? Hwe didn't really mean anything to him, or anybody. He was just another street kid, trying to figure out a way to get by, and as it turned out, thieving and trickery was his trade. Why help him?
He smirked at the manager once more, before turning and following the other man.He flinched slightly as the man put his arm around him once more. He put up with it until they were out of ear shot though. He then jerked away from him, brown eyed gaze turning to look up at him. " Don't think I'm going to thank you... I could've gotten myself out of that mess..." He mumbled " You just got suckered out of 150 bucks." Usually with that he would've left, but...he was curious on why the man helped him. He crossed his arms tilting his head slightly, inquisitively. " Fine, only if you answer mine." He answered.
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Post by Ciaran Malone on Jul 23, 2010 23:25:50 GMT -5
Ciaran as the boy suddenly jerked from him, but he quickly shrugged it off; he had felt the boy's uncomfortableness with the situation, and therefore understood why the boy harshly moved away from his touch. He would have done the same, probably, had it been him in the boy's place. He cast an amusing look at the boy from the corner of his eye as he walked on, finding slight humor in the boy's words. He had not not handed over the money in hopes of getting some sort of 'thank you', and he knew that he had been suckered out of his money; but that didn't, nor would it, stop him from doing what he saw as the right thing to do.
“Well, I think that is quite fair.” He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. A question for a question, not so bad. “I will go first, if you don't mind.” A smile played over his lips and he looked down at the blonde boy walking beside him, his curiosity getting the better of him as he replayed the events over in his head. It was curious that the boy had not simply gone through the wall. There was no doubt in Ciaran's mind that the boy was a mage, and his first question spilled out of his mouth faster than he had time to process it. “Why did you phase through the wall? Why did-” He hesitated and swallowed the second question. “A question for a question. Your turn.”
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Post by elliot on Jul 24, 2010 12:11:24 GMT -5
The man agreed, a question for a question, but he wouldn't let the little game go on for long, he'd ask his questions and then leave as fast he could probably. He crossed his arms " Why did you help me?' The first question of his. But already the guy was going on with his own. " I.. just didn't feel like it." he stated. Really he just hadn't been paying attention, a common mistake for him actually. He was to proud to admit that fact though, and so wouldn't. Though he excuse was rather bland. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly. It seemed he was trying to look tough, which was normal for him.
" Now you going to answer my question?" He growled a little, he just wanted to find out why the guy helped him, and get out of there as fast as possible. He didn't wanna make nice, or make friends.. he didn't need anybody. or so he was convinced. Brown eyed gaze continued to glare up at the older man as he awaited an answer of some sort.
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