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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 345px; height: 100; border-bottom: 3px solid #99FFFF, btable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; color: #99FFFF; font-size:25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c0c0c0; letter-spacing: 1px;]UNDER DIFFERENT SKIES[/style][STYLE=border:3px solid #99FFFF; width:100px; float:right; margin-left: 2px;][/style][STYLE=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 10px verdana; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; text-indent: 3px;]The world was monochrome. Thick smoky fog wreathed around the outside world, smothering anything within a chilly mist. The clouds were dark, dreary, rain just about approaching within the distance. The stampede of thunder rolled in the distance. Even the military compound seemed drab and dull, everything washed away. Faded. He was huddled by the window in some stiff chair, a lumpy blanket embracing the thin frame of his body. A worn out book was on the table next to him; a picture book filled with skies and mountains and the seas. He was a stark contrast against the hollow surroundings with his snow white hair and crimson red eyes. His face looked like he hadn't even grown out from his childhood; indeed, he hadn't, because Silas was still a child. He considered himself a pre-teen, the grand finale of his teenage life just a few months away. But really it would be another day within another year passing quicker than the darting breeze. Soft pitter patters tapped against the thin glass and Silas let out a soft noise akin to a whimper before slipping the blanket over his head. With knees tucked in, the young boy continued to flip through his book, daydreaming about a warm summer day where he could lie in the grass and frolic about. Thunder roared within the distance like a stampede of cattle and Silas shivered slightly. He didn't like the rain; he wasn't sure why. He wanted some warmth, some comfort within the hollow confines of his cage. He wanted someone to be there with him, even if it was the nastiest person on earth he would rather stay with them than being alone. The skies cackled in a manic chorus of thunder and the drumming of rain. Silas burrowed his head into the blanket and stifled a sigh.[/style]

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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Sometimes, he had nightmares. He had known about the fact that the army kept kids in rooms like they were cages. He knew they were there. He tried to pretend that they weren't. He tried hard to forget that they were there. But the more he ignored it, the more impossible sleep became. What if Michie had been among those unlucky children? The ones used and abused by both the government and the army. They didn't know any better, they didn't know. How sad their lives must have been, he thought. All these thoughts swirled around in his head and plagued him for what felt like days now. Not even the soft pitter patter of rain could manage to lull the man to sleep. The soldier struggled to get up then as his own child still clung to his shirt in her sleep. He didn't dare leave her at home alone, of course. He peeled her small hands off his shirt and mumbled words softer than the sound of the rain hitting the glass window. He would come back for her in a moment. Asher went to the kitchen, gathering ingredients to make a tomato basil soup. He wasn't quite sure if any of the children there would like it. But it was something. And something was always better than nothing. He cooked quietly. The soup bubbled in the pot. The sounds of the kitchen were drowned out by the sounds of thunder. And shortly after the thunder had stopped, he heard the loud wailing of his child as she ran out into the kitchen. Michelle clung to his leg, wrapping her arms around it. "D- Duh- duhdee!" She shouted, burying her face in his pajama pants. He could only smile. This was the precious thing he had to protect, he thought. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He failed to speak words, though Michie found comfort in it. She fell asleep faster than he could even manage to begin thinking. He set the little blonde girl down again into the chair. Asher moved again, ladling the soup into a small container. He turned off the stove and picked up his child again. Michelle's tiny hands grasped the fabric of his shirt tightly. So tightly that he was beginning to worry that she was part koala. He pulled on a hoodie over the two, careful to make enough room for the baby girl's head to peek out. She mumbled a bit, uncomfortable but she spoke no more. He picked up the container and an umbrella before heading out to his car. Asher drove towards the military compound. He was expected to live there too with all the others. But a military base was no place for children and it was for that, that he was excused. But even with that said, he thought, they still kept children here. Mutants or not, this was no life. Moments passed and he found himself in font of the dormitories given to those puppets. Puppets, he grimaced. Was that really what they were? His heart panged as he looked down at his sleeping child. He would never be able to forgive himself if he didn't try to help them now. He wasn't supposed to, he knew. Even if it was a little. Even if it was a tiny, insignificant little act, he wanted them to know. He didn't want to hurt them though they could very likely harm him. They were dangerous. He hesitated for a moment longer. No, he wouldn't let this continue any longer. He may have feared them like all others, but for these children he would not let it plague him any longer. So, Asher lowered a hand to the door knob before turning it open gently. Only his azure eyes showed through the small crack. "Hello?" The thunder rumbled once more and lightning crackled across the sky. And Asher's voice was lost to the wind. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: sorry for the awkwardness. ;w; tagged: yun! words: 659[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[silas page]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 345px; height: 100; border-bottom: 3px solid #99FFFF, btable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; color: #99FFFF; font-size:25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c0c0c0; letter-spacing: 1px;]UNDER DIFFERENT SKIES[/style][STYLE=border:3px solid #99FFFF; width:100px; float:right; margin-left: 2px;][/style][STYLE=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 10px verdana; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; text-indent: 3px;]Maybe it was the gloomy weather, or the deafening cackles of the heavens as rain pounded against the windows. Or maybe it was because of the chilling emptiness of the room, the same place he always faced. For any reason he wasn't sure of, Silas felt afraid. The blanket barely provided any comfort as he tightened it against his curled body, ruby eyes warily observing a picture with fog wreathing through a mountainside. Lightning flashed, gone quicker than it had come, a roar of thunder in its wake. Silas let out a soft whimper and screwed his eyes shut. He thought of the warm, grassy hillside of his grandfather's home. The sun would shine brightly, the sweet caress of the breeze in tune with the sweet sounds of the morning larks. There was laughter, the sweetest sound gifted to mankind. Silas could see the warm brown eyes of his grandfather, crinkling as he smiled. And then the thunder carried it away. He thought of anyone, anything that would help him hide, that would provide him temporal, ignorant bliss from reality. The heavy drums of the rain pounding against the glass, lightning flashing then the clap of thunder. It was a choir of chaotic melodies, meshing with each other, erratic and deafening. Subconsciously his hands had clapped against his ears, trying to shut out the noises, the chaos of everything. "Hello?"

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Amidst the maddening chorus came a pristine note, shadowed by the piercing sounds. But Silas heard it; the voice that resounded through the empty room, weaving through the gaps of his tightened hands. He sharply turned around, ruby eyes wide in shock. The door was slightly ajar, something briefly illuminated by the strikes of lightning.

He didn't know who it was; it could have been an enemy, or someone out to harm him. But in his desperation, in that chance to grasp that shred of hope, Silas spoke.

"Wh-who's there?"

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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Asher remained standing outside of the room in bitter silence. He still hesitated to step inside, though the boy seemed just as scared as his own child had been of this thunder. This rain. This lightning. Fatherly instinct compelled him to move forth but he failed to move. He failed to speak once more. He was unsure that the child heard him, though he was unsure if he should repeat. Then the albino, so he assumed, spoke. Asher swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step back. No, this was a mistake. This was a mistake. That was what his mind repeated, yet his feet moved on their own. The black haired man walked into the room silently, shutting the door behind him. He tilted his head to the side, observing the other for a moment. He looked just as scared as Asher had been of him. If not more so. His mouth hung open like a fish. His lips moved, trying to form coherent words but only came up with mindless bubbling. "Hey, kid." He finally managed to say, laughing a bit embarrassed as he lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. A pastel pink crossed his pale cheeks as he struggled to find the words to speak again. "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt 'cha, kid." Asher waved his hands in front of him dismissively, trying to calm the child down. "I'm a soldier too, y'see. I dunno how the others 'ave been treatin' ya, but I ain't here to hurt you." He said, glancing down at the little blonde bundle hiding in his jacket every once and a while. "Just 'ere to make sure you kids aren't having too hard of a time living in this place." Asher sat down on the ground, crossing his legs slightly before setting the container of soup onto the ground too. "I mean, it ain't all rainbows and sunshine 'ere, right?" Asher only offered a small smile, dismissing all fears. He was here now. There was no longer any reason to fear, was there? [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: this is so short sorry. ;; tagged: yun! words: 345[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[silas page]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 345px; height: 100; border-bottom: 3px solid #99FFFF, btable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; color: #99FFFF; font-size:25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c0c0c0; letter-spacing: 1px;]UNDER DIFFERENT SKIES[/style][STYLE=border:3px solid #99FFFF; width:100px; float:right; margin-left: 2px;][/style][STYLE=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 10px verdana; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; text-indent: 3px;] At first Silas believed he had imagined the voice, a mere figment of an illusion that he wanted; just a companion to steady him through the storm. Maybe he really was hearing things and seeing things. But his doubts flew out the window when the door opened and a man stepped in, shutting the outside world behind him. Now it was just them two. The man simply observed with a tilt of his head, those eyes simply watching the young boy and he shied away, drawing the blankets closer to him. Silence fell between them, mind the thunderstorms. Silas merely watched with guarded eyes, his nimble frame gently shaking in anxiety. The man opened his mouth, perhaps trying to say something but merely paused. "Hey kid. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt 'cha, kid."

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At any rate those words would have made Silas even more wary of the man; just the fact that he said those words made him feel cautious, like there was going to be harm done to him. But what threw the young boy off was that the other male laughed, seemingly embarrassed. Even his cheeks were slightly pink, or at least Silas thought they were. Maybe...just maybe he really was here to...not hurt him.

"I'm a soldier too, y'see. I dunno how the others 'ave been treatin' ya, but I ain't here to hurt you.I mean, it ain't all rainbows and sunshine 'ere, right?"[/i]

Tense shoulders drooped slightly and Silas glanced up at him, slowly beginning to drop his guard. At least the man was a soldier; he wouldn't harm him, just as he said right? Hearing it a second time seemed to reassure the young boy. If this stranger was somehow going to harm him, wouldn't he have done it already? He looked friendly and genuinely embarrassed, which steadied the flurry of doubts within his mind.

The other soldier sat down on the cold ground, a container at his side. Silas slowly got up-blanket still enveloped around him- and moved to the other side of the room where a spare chair was. He grabbed and carried it over to the table, placing it across from his seat. Silas looked back at the male before residing back to his place.

He sighed deeply, heart thrumming badly against his ribcage as Silas tried to form a sentence. "Wh...Who a-are you?"

► ooc: i love the way asher talks. o//////o[/size][/color][/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px;]template by BRITZ☆ (aka KETSUE) of LS and BTN[/style]
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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]He quietly wondered what it was like to be like this. Scared that he'd get hurt. Not belonging particularly anywhere, he thought. That was the most terrifying part of it all. These children along with the super soldiers that he knew existed in the army. What were they now? Neither human nor mutant. They could not be considered one or another so was that the most terrifying part? That they belonged to no such place? What would happen to them after the war ended? Though, perhaps that was the question to which he held no answers. No one did, he thought. The mutants sought to overthrow the government and the army's purpose was to keep that from happening. But why they did these things, Asher didn't know. Terror, perhaps. Misunderstanding. It was in human nature, after all, to refuse all things that could not be understood. He had thrown caution to the wind as it was now though. He only sat there, quiet while he looked down at the child resting on his chest. He looked up again at the other, raising an eyebrow in question. Asher couldn't help but think of the white-haired boy as a puppy. A cute little puppy. He watched as the boy moved a chair to the table. To which, the man reacted by getting up and walking over. He took a seat too, taking the container full of liquid with him and setting it on the table. The boy was struggling to speak now. Was he really so scary? Asher hadn't the faintest notion. He didn't think so but perhaps that was his own vanity speaking. "No need to be nervous, kid." The thunder rumbled again, though the man dismissed it once more. His daughter quivered against his chest. Though whether or not it was from fear or cold, the pilot did not know. He glanced at the other, resting his elbows on the table. He held his cheek in the palm of his right hand, head tilted slightly as he thought over his answer to the other's question. "Th'names Asher Delaney." He offered his free hand to the other, eyes half-lidded from slight exhaustion. "And you'd be?" [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: good? ;w; tagged: yun! words: 364[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[silas page]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 345px; height: 100; border-bottom: 3px solid #99FFFF, btable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; color: #99FFFF; font-size:25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #c0c0c0; letter-spacing: 1px;]UNDER DIFFERENT SKIES[/style][STYLE=border:3px solid #99FFFF; width:100px; float:right; margin-left: 2px;][/style][STYLE=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 10px verdana; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; text-indent: 3px;] Suspicion and skepticism still lingered within the back of his mind but Silas was hardly paying attention to it now. At least the man seemed friendly. Both sides were still held at bay, slightly wary that each would provoke something. He was still holding onto his caution, that there was another motive for seeing him, but something about this man spoke against his doubts and fears. Maybe it was because he actually decided to come in and chat with Silas. It certainly helped that he took a seat in the proffered chair across from the snow-haired boy. Ruby eyes gauged the fellow soldier in front of him before looking away. Silas shifted his thin blanket around him, his delicate frame still slightly trembling. He was startled at the man's sudden voice, assuring him that he didn't need to be nervous. He had said it multiple times after all, that he wasn't going to hurt Silas, and that he didn't need to be so anxious. Maybe there really wasn't any other motive. Silas was beginning to think so. "Th'names Asher Delaney. And you'd be?"

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Silas blinked in surprise and shyly looked at Asher, feeling flustered. "S-Silas Jeremiah Page." His grandfather taught him to always announce his full name; apparently it was more respectable that way but it merely became a habit for him.

The thunder had simply adjusted to a background noise, far behind his worries. After all he had someone here; the outside noises were hardly on his mind now. Silas had noticed that there was a small bundle in Asher's arms though he didn't know what it was. The young boy thought it would be rude to ask what it was when he thought he saw something tremble. Silas straightened out, peering over to catch a glimpse of the bundle. He saw a slight contour of a face and blinked, awed.

"Wh-Who's that?" he asked looking up at Asher with wide eyes.[/color]

► ooc: sorry for late reply! ><[/size][/color][/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px;]template by BRITZ☆ (aka KETSUE) of LS and BTN[/style]
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