08-06-2017, 02:17 AM
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
Dark. So fucking dark. Another match was burning his fingertips, but Gray wouldn't let go or put it out. This tiny little light was all he had - he was down to two matches in the box, after that he'd be left in the dark. It was bad enough as it was, with this pinprick of light charring his fingers. Without it? He was certain he'd be lost.
It was cold. He was used to the cold though, liked it even. But this cold was dusty and sinister, not the clear, brutally honest of the snow up above. His mouth was dry and his stomach rumbled. How long had he been down here? It could only be a few hours at most, but it felt like days.
After several long minutes, the match finally died. He resisted the urge to get the next one. Wait. Just wait a little bit. He told himself, but it was hard. His shaking worsened, and fear crept even closer to his heart.
His mouth was dry, and he hated his singing voice, but despite those things Gray still found himself singing. His voice was a little hoarse, and it was lighter and softer than his speaking voice. But it didn't sound bad, in fact he was a pretty good singer.
"Stuck in the jetwash
Bad trip I couldn't get off
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew
Overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture"
He stopped for a moment, the threat of time taking him capture all to real. Still, he continued.
"On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets
And with the black banners raised
As the crooked smile fades
Former heroes who quit too late
Who just wanna fill up the trophy case again
And in the end
I'll do it all again"
If he could help it, he'd never do this again.
"I think you're my best friend"
He didn't have any friends.
"Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright"
There were very few times when he'd been less alright.
"I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright
I'm not passive but aggressive
Take note, it's not impressive
Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse
On my bedroom floor
We put your curse in reverse
And it's our time now if you want it to be
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free
And your love is anemic and I can't believe
That you couldn't see it coming from me
And I still feel that rush in my veins
It twists my head just a bit to think
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead"
He was too thirsty to keep singing, so abruptly he stopped, groping in the dark for the matchbox and frantically lighting the next match, huddling around it for what little light, warmth and sanity it would provide.
//this song has been stuck in my head all day and. well. this kid definitely isn't alright so. You can reply or just track, idrc
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
Dark. So fucking dark. Another match was burning his fingertips, but Gray wouldn't let go or put it out. This tiny little light was all he had - he was down to two matches in the box, after that he'd be left in the dark. It was bad enough as it was, with this pinprick of light charring his fingers. Without it? He was certain he'd be lost.
It was cold. He was used to the cold though, liked it even. But this cold was dusty and sinister, not the clear, brutally honest of the snow up above. His mouth was dry and his stomach rumbled. How long had he been down here? It could only be a few hours at most, but it felt like days.
After several long minutes, the match finally died. He resisted the urge to get the next one. Wait. Just wait a little bit. He told himself, but it was hard. His shaking worsened, and fear crept even closer to his heart.
His mouth was dry, and he hated his singing voice, but despite those things Gray still found himself singing. His voice was a little hoarse, and it was lighter and softer than his speaking voice. But it didn't sound bad, in fact he was a pretty good singer.
"Stuck in the jetwash
Bad trip I couldn't get off
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew
Overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture"
He stopped for a moment, the threat of time taking him capture all to real. Still, he continued.
"On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets
And with the black banners raised
As the crooked smile fades
Former heroes who quit too late
Who just wanna fill up the trophy case again
And in the end
I'll do it all again"
If he could help it, he'd never do this again.
"I think you're my best friend"
He didn't have any friends.
"Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright"
There were very few times when he'd been less alright.
"I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright
I'm not passive but aggressive
Take note, it's not impressive
Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse
On my bedroom floor
We put your curse in reverse
And it's our time now if you want it to be
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free
And your love is anemic and I can't believe
That you couldn't see it coming from me
And I still feel that rush in my veins
It twists my head just a bit to think
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead"
He was too thirsty to keep singing, so abruptly he stopped, groping in the dark for the matchbox and frantically lighting the next match, huddling around it for what little light, warmth and sanity it would provide.
//this song has been stuck in my head all day and. well. this kid definitely isn't alright so. You can reply or just track, idrc
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
 Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 DETAILED IS STILL A BIG WIP
 Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty, enigmatic; frank; neutral; placid; private; reserved; restrained; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
Links:
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————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——