we can't slow down, we can't hold back., Closed because Robin likes me better.

[Haylind]

(Take that description personally, fuckers.
WARNING!!
I cuss a lot.)


If ever you could rewind time and erase all regrets, if there was just one thing haunting you. Right now, the streets, his past, perhaps his future.. it was all plagued by the constant stares, the thoughts of sex and abandonment. Get what you want and go. He does, and it's worked so far. No strings, no bad feelings. That's exactly why he was climbing to the top of a jungle gym, whiskey in hand.

"King of the jungle gym. Fuck yes." Only one hand was keeping him up, the other having the iron grip on the bottle that's been ruining his life. "No one's got shit on me, I'm the king of the jungle fucking gym."

It wasn't ever that Kaden had been abandoned, oh, no. Sure, his father left him with his mother and twin brother, but that wasn't abandonment. It had been maturely conversed about and decided upon with so much ease, that he and his father are still on good terms. His dad calls, he tells when he has a gig near the area. No, Kaden had no abandonment issues - not in the way you'd first think.

He'd done terrible things, horrible things, and he thought the answer to forget all that and start anew rested at the bottom of this bottle. Or maybe the next one, he wasn't sure yet. Another swig and he was just a little bit closer to the epiphany he knew he'd never have the liberty of experiencing. But that was the fad of today's world. Lying to yourself to acheive some kind of bullshit comfort. Lying to himself that this alcohol was only good for him. Lying to himself that the boy was best off without him. Lying to himself that Dai actually wasn't better off without him, that he should go and save him.

But he wouldn't! This bottle was his main subject for conquering this time.

"I'm sorryy, I'm so sorry.." And he reached the top of the jungle gym! Finally! This long voyage had come to an end, and he awarded himself with the rest this king very well deserved. Took ten! whole! minutes! to climb these five, arduous feet. This trek, this feat... all his.

Alone.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so wastedd." The fifteen year old was figuring he'd lived a long life. He'd seen it all. He didn't care anymore. The liquor he kept a firm, dead man's grip on was all he needed.

He betrayed someone he had loved, then left, and after every reunion after things had been settled and settled again, he didn't believe it, so he'd leave again. Things couldn't be good for him - he was a monster!

Maybe he could find religion. Pray and a bible would fall out of his bottle, opening up miraculously to the pages that'd save him.
Whatever, the alcohol was getting to his head. Whenever he got like this, Kyle would always throw some bullshit quote in his face. Something like, "in the end, it'll be alright, and if it isn't, it isn't the end yet". What a faggot. Ever since he'd turned head over heels, he'd been like a girl. Life is wonderful, it's daisies and roses, also, have you met my boyfriend because he is wonderful, too.
He will stab Kyle when he falls asleep tonight.

You know, if Kyle stumbles upon the park and falls asleep here. This jungle gym, right here, this was Kaden's bed tonight.

[Robin]

Just one more bottle would‘ve done the trick.

Amicus sighed at the all too truthful though. He was on the verge of a buzz right when the bartender cut him off. It probably had to do with his fake ID; he really needed to get a better one. Sure, the regulars didn’t give a shit, but these new girls…

The hybri shook his head. There was nothing left to do but either try and buy some more from a local store or admit defeat and head home. Damn. It’s gotta be late. He looked to the sky, wholeheartedly curious as to the time. There was no watch on his body as he traveled the darkness. Instead, Amicus sported a pair of tight jeans with a dark blue waistcoat and a bright pink tie. Black converses and spiked wristbands acted as his only other accessories. For any other hybri, this would have been too little for the chilling night air. Yet, for Amicus, it was refreshing.

What was that? The teen paused mid-step. Though he was deep in thought, consumed by his alcoholic woes, Amicus knew he had heard something---no, someone. He stood in the same spot for only a minute, before a grin washed onto his face. If he couldn’t get a decent buzz go, he might as well have some fun.

It didn’t take long for him to find the sound’s source. Not a single mouse was stirring, aside from the drunken teen. It was obvious he was wasted from first glance. The bottle was a decent indicator, not to mention the kid was shouting nonsense.

“Hey there,” he started, already walking to the front of the jungle gym. “Havin’ fun up there, man?”

[Haylind]

Moving was such an effort, such a bother. Poor Kaden had to actually lift his torso, his arm resting on one of the bars beneath him, putting him in the perfect position to spy upon the man of whom approached him below. But, of course, the drunken boy had to check on this. With a groan, he twisted his neck quite uncomfortably to look around the park for someone else "up there". Nope. But still, it wasn't set in stone this guy was talking to him. Also, he might just be seeing things! He was mad drunk, he could've passed out, well, anywhere, this could be a dream. Who knows? Why not play along with it, right?
Kaden sat up. Or attempted. With all the alcohol he'd drank, if someone had drank his blood they'd have the ability to get drunk, and due to this, the vertigo Kaden experienced was quite amazing.

"Whoa. Wait, uh. Not dreaming, I got it. Christ." He spoke with such a slur that I am too lazy to think of it and type it out. His eyes spied the man below, and he had decided to finally, after probably a good minute, speak to him. Wobbly with his posture as well with his speech, he rose an eyebrow, ditching the bottle and holding onto one of the jungle gym's bars dearly, as it was his way to not fall. The other hand, free from keeping him up, pointed at the stranger, his index finger blocking out Amicus's face by accident.

"Are you talking to uh, to me?" Then he pointed to himself. But all this went away in a matter of seconds when he heard the soft sound of his dearly beloved bottle falling onto the grass on the earth down below.

"Oh... my bottle." He shifted so he could climb down, and he looked below, misjudging the distance between him and the earth, thinking it alright if he just... let go. What he also misjudged was the thought he'd land safely on his feet.

With all these thoughts turning out wrong, the lemur boy landed that only felt safely on his bum, his tail twisting awkwardly. Out of instinct but not out of feeling, he murmured a small "ow", though, with all the liquor he had downed, pain did not exist in his world. Forgetting all about the man of whom had addressed him, Kaden chased after the whiskey. What a dumbass. ):

[Robin]

Amicus tried not to laugh.

Really, he did---for about a second. It was about that long that he watched the kid, in all his delayed reaction time glory. It was about when the bottle dropped that Ami lost it. A small but still hearty fit of laughter erupted from within the hybri’s chest. The sound rose upward into the night, slowly growing along the way. All the while, Amicus’s eyes focused on the lemur’s attempts to regain his liquor. Really, how wasted could one kid be?

“Dude,” he managed, between laughs. “You should call someone to come get your ass. You’re totally gone.” In all honesty, he doubted the kid had anyone to call. In fact, he hoped that was the case. “You have a cell on you, don’t ya?”

((Ooc; Ami's such a perv, and excuse the fail post. I totally blanked.))

[Haylind]

Kaden, still on all fours, looked back at the man behind him. Sighing, he grabbed his bottle, of which seemed had taken forever to do.
"Whaat?" Someone to call? He rolled so he was sitting comfortably on the grass, digging his hand into the depths that was his pocket, plummeting past crumpled dollar bills and forgotten receipts. There, he found his cell phone, of which until just then he had forgotten existed. He never really used it - he hadn't ever even given Daisuke his number! And now, he had to stop and wonder... did Daisuke even have a phone?
Whatever the matter, he found the only numbers he did have in it were...

"Dad... Kyle... mom." Well, it wasn't too much of a surprise - his mother had only bought it for him recently when she had noticed he'd leave without warning at odd times, and would arrive home at even worse times (there arose such a clatter, and at the scene was a mother, broom in hand for self defense against an invader). Not that he ever really called her, or noticed the various texts she'd sent him, what with all the, "Call me I'm worried blah blah blah".

"Fuck youu, phone!" And with that, he tossed the thing. He turned his attention to the man before him, the expression upon his face showing no emotion. Thinking as though all the murmuring he'd done had been in his head, Kaden decided to retrack his thoughts and reply to the guy. If only he remembered what he had to say to him. Oh, bother.

"What are you - oh. No, nope. No one to call, sirrr." But something the man had actually perked his interests, as if he were daring Kaden. And, like a fool, he would aboard the train of thought, leading him into the idea of proving him wrong.
"Gone? Gone? You don't know me! You don't know my life! I just started, man. You're gonna have to... wait and see what gone is, I'll show you how gone I could be!" He uncapped the bottle, tipping it into his mouth, the contents flowing down his throat, causing the boy to cough just a small bit.

"Wh-who the hell are you, anyway? Why're you even talking to me?" He patted his chest to slightly ease himself from the harsh liquor. Why are you gazing at the trainwreck before you? Wasting your time on a lost cause?
"The hell do you want, anyway? Don't you have something you should be doing?"

(Say hello to my late shit post. 8B)

[Robin]

Ami watched the unintentional comedy routine in silence.

There was no use in trying to shout over the kid’s external ramblings. Instead, he let ‘em have his little moment, trying not to seem too happy about everything. Already, he was making a list. No one to call, completely losing it… It was just what Amicus needed for a good time.

“Maybe I’m lookin’ for a quick fuck,” he started, pausing only long enough to close in on the kid. “Maybe I’m lookin’ for someone that no one would miss if I swiped him away into the night.” The words came with a serious tone too eerie to completely dismiss. He was almost scaring himself. Almost. “But fuckin’ outside is a bitch, and my pedo van is in the shop.” Pearly whites shimmered in the dull light of a nearby streetlight, completing the look of an absolute creeper. “What about you? Looking to drown yourself in booze ‘cause some bitch dumped your ass? Or are you usually this cheerful?”

[Haylind]

Kaden's eyes widened at the words pouring out of Amicus's mouth, spilling about and turning the lemur boy's world into acid. His heart sank and his eyebrows etched together. Not only did fear find its way, burrowing into his gut and messing up his facial expression, but the man also hurt his poor feelings! No one would miss him? How would he know that? He doesn't know that! People would miss him!
... right?
Glaring at the blades of grass surrounding him, Kaden finally decided to go and fetch his phone.. again. He crawled in the direction, making small grunts along the way. He reached out for his phone when he finally got close enough to it.

"You don't know shiiiieeee blaaaaaargh"

He had spaghetti that day, and Cheerios.. and a glass of orange juice. Now he didn't, he lost these things which the grass now had. Oh, how jealous he was. It was delicious spaghetti.... both ways. And it came to him, the most brilliant idea when he had finally stopped purging, which took him not too long to do. He whipped around, pointing a finger in the direction Amicus was standing, and the gesture was not too steady.

"I've got projectile vomit and I'm not afraid to, uh, to puke on you, you... are you a bitch or a guy?" He squinted, but this wasn't due to his mental state of being - he could see fine intoxicated, other than the occassional spinning scenery. And it wasn't affecting his hearing, either, Kaden was just kind of a dumbass. It was just dark, and although he could see very well in the dark, he wasn't paying all too much attention.
"But, anyways, you don't know nothing about me, mister miss fuck you assdude. No bitch dumped me, and I'm a ray of sunshine, fuck you, go away. Go have sex with your hand, not me."
What with the slurring Kaden was spitting out, it'd be a miracle if anyone could understand his words.

[Robin]

This is gonna be fun.

So the kid was ready to put up a fight. Amicus was more than ready. “Oh no, vomit!” the bat-boy cried sarcastically. “Whatever will I do?” Both of Amicus’s arms rose in a dramatic show, only to fall quickly to his side. He strode casually to the kid, sidestepping the upchuck along the way. “Do you really think I give a fuck if you puke on me? I’ve seen way worse, kid.” To get a better look, Amicus shot down, squatting in front of the intoxicated youth. It was a daring act, placing him right in line for any future projectiles. “Besides, my hand’s pretty tired, and you look like you could use a place to hang. So, what’cha say?”

[Haylind]

Okay, so it obviously wasn't that brilliant of an idea. Kaden looked up towards Amicus helplessly, scrambling backwards to recreate his personal space. He looked amongst his mind past the cobwebs for more ideas - some obvious and some just.. frivolous. Running away seemed all too pointless, Kaden knew he was too... out of it to run, he'd probably just stumble and fall and get murdered by the cradle rapist in front of him. Swift talking seemed the only way out... if Kaden knew how to be swift.

"I-I'm jailbait, you know," He spat out, eyes wincing. Really? Did that matter to anyone anymore? Before he had moved in with his mother, Kaden had been banging his dad's band's groupies, of which never had a set age range. He didn't care back then, but now he did, and he didn't want any baby banger rubbing up on his moan maker. Nah, his manbits were reserved!
... well, not anymore... were they?
Kaden threw away the twinge of sadness the thought of Daisuke had brought up. He had something... bigger to focus on at this moment. Like.. saving his ass. Literally? Or his life. He didn't know how looney this guy was.

"I'm just, uh, fifteen, and nowhere near ready for... any of the sex! You'll go to jail, mister." Kaden wagged a finger at Amicus, and along with it came a look of disapproval. This, also, wasn't because of his drunken state - he just had a habit of upholding seriousness for a limited amount of time.
"Or dying! I'm young, I need to... see the grand canyon, and.. disney world." Kaden tapped his chin with his index finger, eyes etched close together in frustration.
"Why are you tempted, anyway? I could be.. I could be loaded with AIDs." Nobody likes AIDs, it seemed to be a good thing to threaten with. Fuck with me, you'll get AIDs. That sounded frightening!

[Robin]

Now that was something to think about.

Amicus frowned at the prospect of AIDS. He had no problem with the kid’s age--Claus wasn’t much older than that, but a quick lay wasn’t worth a lifetime of suffering. “Okay, so your ass and dick would be off limits,” Ami conceded. “So I guess that means your jaw will get a workout.” While his knowledge on STDs was poor at best, he was pretty sure AIDS didn’t affect someone’s spit---did it? Oh well, it didn’t matter. He didn’t really plan on fucking the kid; just a good scare would be enough for him to get off on. “Any other worries you got, or is the AIDS thing it? ‘Cause I’m sure I can find a way around anything you got, babe.”

[Haylind]

"I got... chlamydia. Of the mouth." Kaden put on his best dead-serious look, staring at Amicus with widened eyes. "And lice, AND crabs... uh.. all sorts of... fun stuff." He cleared his throat, looking around for anything to beat this guy with. Sure, there was his bottle, but he saw it as a trophy. Look at all the liquor he'd conquered! Nevermind that triumph, he held the bottle still, firmly in nervous hands, ready to use it although he was already premeditating how empty the space would look atop his dresser. He knew his ramblings weren't seeming to hold solid ground, so the last resort seemed fit.

Honestly, Kaden didn't understand at all why it was such a big deal to him. Maybe because he had the current ability to say, "The last man that touched my boys was Daisuke," And maybe he wasn't ready to change that. Kaden didn't feel like it had been long enough to move on, although it had been months. Sure, Daisuke liked him back, but... not as much as he liked that bastard Blair. That stupid "oh look at me i have amnesia boo hoo" routine stole Daisuke from Kaden's grasp. If only he'd have thought of it sooner, then maybe Daisuke would be by his bedside, taking his temperature in an apron and making him chicken noodle soup.
... what.

(Sorry it's so short, I couldn't think all too well for a reply, lulul. ]: )
Maybe it really shouldn't matter. But still, this guy seemed like a creepoid, and Kaden didn't feel up for sex in a park.

"So, uh, yeah. Try to find a way around those,

[Robin]

So much for having some fun.

Amicus sighed at the laundry list of problems the kid supposedly had. Even though he was certain most of those were lies, it really killed any potential hardon he had forming. “Geez kid, can’t you take a joke?” Maybe playing sexual predator with a drunken lemur wasn’t the best of jokes, but still, he hadn’t meant to scare the kid shitless. “I’m not gonna really fuck with you or anything; rape isn’t my thing.” To prove he meant no harm, Amicus rose to his feet, only to back up a bit, giving the kid some extra space. A few moments passed in silence as Amicus tried to figure out what to say/do next. Even with all hopes of some sexual release gone, he didn’t want to just leave the boy there. If something did happen, he’d blame himself.

“Serious, though, you shouldn’t be here. Don’t you got some place to go? Some place where pedos and rapists don‘t lurk?”

[Haylind]

The laugh that Kaden bellowed out was loud, obnoxious, and forced. He rose to his feet, slowly and shakily, faltering a bit before gaining some form of balance. His expression consisted of arched eyebrows and a slightly opened mouth, his lower lip quivering whilest thinking of something to say - something clever and hurtful to defend himself with. But nothing came to mind, so after his blunt "haw haw haw" came a,
"Oh, yes, but you're so funny!" His face remained the same, as if it were plastered on from a mold. He didn't mean to sound so sarcastic, but, really, there were no genuine laughs coming from the gut of this broken teen.

"Yeah, no, uh, I have plenty - plenty of places to go." And through his teeth, he lied, still having the thought of this guy being some sort of Creepoid Lloyd burrowed into his mind. But, with clear thinking in his drunken state, he thought this over - the guy knew he was drunk, and Kaden didn't have much muscle on him - well, other than his right fore arm, but that really wouldn't help him here. This guy could take him - in many different ways - easily, but he hadn't yet, and in Kaden's mind, that meant he wasn't going to. He knew how a rapist's mind worked, and most didn't play trust games. They just got straight to the point and did the deed and left. Or murdered the victim and left. Same thing.

"Actually..." Kaden sighed, studying the grass. If creepy park guy wanted to lend a hand, why deny him the offer? "I really don't have anywhere to go."
Other than home, but what was so interesting there?

[Robin]

“Can you walk?”

Judging from the slight wobble in the lemur’s step, Amicus doubted he’d get far. A ten minute walk was out of the question. “Or at least promise not to puke again? We can grab a taxi to my place as long as you don’t lose it.” Despite the darkness that had settled on the city, several bright yellow cars still roamed the streets. It wouldn’t be a problem to flag one down and get it to the nearby housing area, unless lemur-kid started puking. No one in all of Sairan would want to touch them then.

Claus isn't gonna like this, some shred of logic whispered. It was true---the house wasn't just Amicus's to open up to strangers. But really, didn't it matter? Like he's ever home anyway. He deserved to enjoy himself every once in awhile, too.

[Haylind]

"Yeah, yeah, I can walk!" Kaden slurred, taking steps forward, making himself an uncanny reference to Weebles. Every time he'd plant his foot onto the earth, he'd feel his whole leg shaking unsteadily. And it being quite dark didn't help any. Depth perception was off, and he reached his hands out, just in case if he were to fall he wouldn't get any dirt on his pretty face.

Of course, with his next step, this Weeble had fallen, and, sadly, his hands didn't help any, as they were shaking just as his legs were. He closed his eyes and exhaled, laying there and just... giving up. He'd been defeated. Kaden was a lot better on the ground, anyway. Crawling didn't seem nearly as difficult as walking did. Standing up seemed impossible!

"You know what?" He sighed, wriggling around on the ground. "This is so comfortable, I think I'm just going to, uh, to sleep here. I meant to uh. Fall on my face. Totally." He could taste the dirt he was laying on with every inhale, and distant creatures chirping and chattering were already pissing him off. The grassy surface of which he'd lie to himself as a suitable bed stabbed him in all the wrong places. But Kaden would fib about anything, because pride was much better than admitting he couldn't walk on his own, due to his succumbing to the sweet whispers the bottle was giving him, promising him he'd forget. Which, he'd forgotten some things, but not the things he'd wanted to.
Like where the hell he lived.

(WARNING this post is CRAP : D)