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Post by sterling blue on Mar 8, 2012 0:11:40 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]happy birthday, happy birthday . . .[/style]
[STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;]tagged: open ◆ words: zero[/style]
[STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; text-align: justify; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;]It was March seventh. To anyone else, this just might be any other day. Nothing special. But to Sterling, it was supposed to be very special. Twenty-nine years ago, he was born. He was thankful for that, or else he wouldn't be here right now. He wouldn't have been through all the things that have happened up until today. He wouldn't experience the things that were going to happen in the future. It had been March seventh for eighteen hours now. Six more hours and Sterling's birthday would be all over. How had it been so far? Horrible. Birthdays were supposed to be fun and you were supposed to spend them with all your friends. Sterling's birthday wasn't like that at all.
Sterling had a morning patrol shift. From seven in the morning to three in the afternoon, he had been out in the forest hunting mutants and looking for the rebel base. He didn't find it. He didn't find any mutants either. Again, he came home empty handed and listened to his superior soldiers lecture him on how he was growing weak and soft. But Sterling was trying. He was trying really hard. The more mutants he caught, the higher his pay was. But the mutants must have been getting craftier, because he hadn't even gotten his hands on one in the past week. So, no, his day wasn't going well at all.
Sterling thought, when he got home, things would get better. He thought his brother would be there and they could bake a cake and watch movies. But Sterling went home and Damien wasn't there. Damien knew it was Sterling's birthday and he wasn't even there. He had said 'Happy Birthday' to Sterling before he went to work, so why hadn't he bothered to stay and wait for him? For a few hours, Sterling had stayed home, looking through his brother's recipes for a cake that didn't look too hard. Sterling was a mess when it came to the kitchen, so he gave up before he even got the ingredients out of the cupboards.
So where did Sterling end up after all of this? Well, where did most people end up when they were having a miserable day? Sterling knew that some of the bars in these parts were run by mutants, but he needed a drink. He didn't want to get wasted, but he needed something to distract him and he didn't keep alcohol in his house. He knew his brother didn't like it.
Sterling stood outside the bar, his back against the wall and holding a glass bottle to his lips. He didn't like being inside. It was stuffy with smoke and, due to the time, there were scantily clad ladies on the stage. You'd think Sterling would like that on his birthday, right? Not today. So he stayed outside, standing on the sidewalk and watching the cars drive on past. He was trying to keep his mind off of any depressing thoughts, which wasn't hard with the liquid. But the one thought that kept drifting through his mind was where his brother was. Sterling hoped he was at least safe and not in trouble.
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Post by asher delaney on Mar 10, 2012 1:57:34 GMT -5
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But some days were just harder than others. After a long day of work and effort, the man had decided to take it upon himself get a little reward. He had left his daughter with a particularly odd girl that he knew to be Nayely, though. He wasn't sure how the younger woman would handle his child. Satanic was what people usually referred to Michie as. But that was not his problem tonight, he thought. Tonight was about him and about him only. The amber liquid burned as he swallowed, licking his lips in satisfaction. The glass bottle hit the hardwood counter as he breathed in the smoke that filled the place. All the bodies were pressed against each other as they lost to the music. He failed to do the same, he knew. But he had never been particularly good at moving on the dance floor.
He coughed, waving away the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes that lingered in the air. Asher pushed himself off the bar stool, grasping the bottle once again as he stumbled into and out of the dance floor. Gasping for air, the fighter jet pilot felt so much relief. It was hard to breathe in there. It was familiar to him, he knew. Everything was all too familiar to him, but he was trying. He was really trying to quit so that he could keep his job and his baby girl. That poor girl, he thought. She must have been miserable! Asher stumbled, swinging his arms side to side with the glass bottle in his hand.
Then he caught sight of green. Green. The edges of his lips curled up then. He knew of only one person to have green hair but even then, he didn't particularly know all too much about the other. He just knew that the green-haired man was a soldier too. Asher walked over, swaying slightly as he moved to sit down next to the other. He lifted the glass to his lips again, taking a quick sip before turning his head to glance at the other. He had to prepare himself after all. What if he ended up being super whiny and sensitive? "What's eatin' ya, sunshine? You look like you're readin' the meaning of life in those cars." Ever eloquent.
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Post by sterling blue on Mar 17, 2012 15:13:33 GMT -5
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[STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]happy birthday, happy birthday . . .[/style]
[STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;]tagged: open ◆ words: zero[/style]
[STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; text-align: justify; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;]It seemed that everyone knew Sterling by his green hair. They all just took one glance and they knew it was him. Was green really that odd of a color? Sterling liked it. Made him feel like he blended in. Not in public. In public he stood out. But in the forest, he could blend right in with a tree due to his hair, height and camouflaged uniform, which he wasn't wearing today. Not now that it's his birthday and his work was over for the time being. At least the kid speaking to him now wasn't annoying and obnoxious. Though he easily could become that with the alcohol in his hand. Sterling saw the glass that Asher held and felt the sudden need to brace himself. He knew first hand that people really changed when they were under the influence. Asher seemed to be a decent guy the few times Sterling had spoke to him, but what if things got weird now that they were both drinking? Not gay weird. Just weird weird.
Sterling's eyes were fixed on the other soldier, looking him over and turning back to stare at the cars, having waited a long few seconds before actually answering the question. Well, sort of. "Didn't know cars could tell the meaning of life. They kill so many people that I'd think they'd be... you know, anti-life," he pointed out, his voice quiet and mumbling as he took another sip from his own bottle. In his free hand, his was toying with the metal cap that he had snapped off the top of his drink. Sterling spared another glance at Asher, this time eyeing the male's drink and wondering how much alcohol it contained. He wondered if it was something fruity. Though Asher didn't look like much of a fruit. But you could never judge a book by it's cover.
All together, Sterling really just avoided the question that Asher asked because he knew it wasn't a big deal. Sterling was just being immature like a child again over no one wanting to come to his birthday party. "Why are you here? I didn't take you for a drinker. Then again... what do I know? Your name's Asher, right? I think that's the extent of my knowledge."
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