Post by ∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥ on Feb 25, 2014 14:17:15 GMT -5
It had been a seemingly happy day. He had woken up, taken their adorable fluffy puppies outside, got some fresh air, and had started on school, considering he was a high school student, before everything blew up. His mother had been in the shower, and he was left with his little brother. It was a shock to have a sibling after 18 years of never having to share with anyone or deal with anyone younger than him- but it held even more impact when they realized that he was an energetic and bratty one.
His little brother had been violating the dogs, hitting them repeatedly, when he had lashed out. He was hormonal, he couldn't control himself- And the next moment the boy was screaming, and there was a sting on his face while teary eyes stared into his mother's angered ones. He lifted cool fingertips to his now burning cheek, before he turned and hurried into his bedroom, guilt gnawing at his heart and making him already choke with sobs as he packed his backpack with anything he could currently think of needing. He didn't even remember what he had done- but whatever it was, it was dreadful enough for him to deserve such violence. And he did deserve it. How could he possibly lay a hand on his little brother? His adorable little brother...
He hiccuped and clutched at his chest, his heart seeming to pound painfully, and he secretly feared and yet wished that he would have a heart attack right now and pass away in his room, where no one would have to deal with his monstrous self; but it was a false alarm, and as soon as his hiccuping and sobbing was under minimal control, he was jumping from his window, traveling down the roof, and then climbing down the water pipe until he reached the cemented ground. He looked up at his window, heart clenching, before he lifted his hood, attempting to stifle his continued sobs, and headed down the street.
. . .
It had been a few days since that incident, and currently he was staying with one of his friends who had his own apartment. However, right now he was on the street again: looking for a job. His once terrified, tear streaked face was now covered in makeup and looked as radiant as it usually did. He was wearing leatherette and fishnet trousers with studs, the material snug and tight fitting, hugging his legs. Fishnet horizontal side panels bound by leather straps decorated with metal spikes trailed down both sides of his legs until they reached his knees, where it then transitioned to lace and downwards. Though he was male, it was shocking to find that he hadn't a single hair on his legs, arms, or anywhere. Only on his head, which sat a mildly large amount. On his chest he wore a simple black shirt, but over that a black 3/4 length jacket with faux leather lapels, straps and buckles sat, decorative lacing on the sleeves covering black mesh material.
He inhaled a preparatory breath and stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk, visual kei dark brown almost black hair falling into remarkably blue eyes. However, that was all that was seen on his face. The rest was covered by a black bandana. Why? No one was really quite sure. On his feet he wore simple black leather boots that reached the half point of his calves and laced all the way up.
His makeup was quite stylish, as well. Eye liner gave him cat's eyes, sharp at the corners, while a thick black eyeshadow adorned his small lids. To add a shadowed effect, a faint dark blue, nearly black, color accented just underneath his brow bone. BB Cream smoothed over his already flawless features, and a luminescence from neither the clothes he wore, the sun, nor the makeup caused his being to glow.
He rung his hands together, fingerless gloves shifting together, before he opened the door to a store, the help wanted sign clearly visible in the window.
Kaitou:
His little brother had been violating the dogs, hitting them repeatedly, when he had lashed out. He was hormonal, he couldn't control himself- And the next moment the boy was screaming, and there was a sting on his face while teary eyes stared into his mother's angered ones. He lifted cool fingertips to his now burning cheek, before he turned and hurried into his bedroom, guilt gnawing at his heart and making him already choke with sobs as he packed his backpack with anything he could currently think of needing. He didn't even remember what he had done- but whatever it was, it was dreadful enough for him to deserve such violence. And he did deserve it. How could he possibly lay a hand on his little brother? His adorable little brother...
He hiccuped and clutched at his chest, his heart seeming to pound painfully, and he secretly feared and yet wished that he would have a heart attack right now and pass away in his room, where no one would have to deal with his monstrous self; but it was a false alarm, and as soon as his hiccuping and sobbing was under minimal control, he was jumping from his window, traveling down the roof, and then climbing down the water pipe until he reached the cemented ground. He looked up at his window, heart clenching, before he lifted his hood, attempting to stifle his continued sobs, and headed down the street.
. . .
It had been a few days since that incident, and currently he was staying with one of his friends who had his own apartment. However, right now he was on the street again: looking for a job. His once terrified, tear streaked face was now covered in makeup and looked as radiant as it usually did. He was wearing leatherette and fishnet trousers with studs, the material snug and tight fitting, hugging his legs. Fishnet horizontal side panels bound by leather straps decorated with metal spikes trailed down both sides of his legs until they reached his knees, where it then transitioned to lace and downwards. Though he was male, it was shocking to find that he hadn't a single hair on his legs, arms, or anywhere. Only on his head, which sat a mildly large amount. On his chest he wore a simple black shirt, but over that a black 3/4 length jacket with faux leather lapels, straps and buckles sat, decorative lacing on the sleeves covering black mesh material.
He inhaled a preparatory breath and stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk, visual kei dark brown almost black hair falling into remarkably blue eyes. However, that was all that was seen on his face. The rest was covered by a black bandana. Why? No one was really quite sure. On his feet he wore simple black leather boots that reached the half point of his calves and laced all the way up.
His makeup was quite stylish, as well. Eye liner gave him cat's eyes, sharp at the corners, while a thick black eyeshadow adorned his small lids. To add a shadowed effect, a faint dark blue, nearly black, color accented just underneath his brow bone. BB Cream smoothed over his already flawless features, and a luminescence from neither the clothes he wore, the sun, nor the makeup caused his being to glow.
He rung his hands together, fingerless gloves shifting together, before he opened the door to a store, the help wanted sign clearly visible in the window.
Kaitou:
