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NO THANK YOU.
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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]man, there just seemed to be a lot of people havin' kids here and there. he didn't get the appeal, but he also wasn't an idiot. sometimes accidents happen, and when they do you have to step up when it does. he know he would, at least, and at this point he was becomin' pretty attached to his mini roomie jasper. then again, he was also trying to help salem any time she would allow him in an attempt to not get on her wrong side and get kicked out. he had a roof over his head and shep wasn't about to lose that over his own idiocy.

shepherd spotted jamal and his daughter first, waltzing up to them and snuffing his cigarette out into the dirt with his boot. he wasn't an idiot, he didn't want the little girl to end up with asthma because of his bad habits. shepherd smiled softly at them, tilting his head to the side. at this point, he did notice the siblings but he wasn't about to get wrapped up in whatever... was going on. the dude looked wasted and the girl looked stressed. not his circus, that was for sure. so he turned his attention back onto jamal and crossed his arms over his chest. "welcome, how can i help ya?"


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[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14pt;"]His sun rose and set because of her.

She got Aaliyah's eyes, the kinda doe-eyed look he fell in love with.

But on the other hand, she got her daddy's smile. His smile.

He used to wonder how anyone could just risk they life and lay it down for someone. Sure, he loved his parents, but he don't think he'd ever seen the fierce kinda love— the kind his mama had for him— until he met Aaliyah and they had their daughter. Kimiyah. But Aaliyah was gone now and Kimiyah is all he has left. And that made him more intent on keeping her alive.

California heat was fierce, so often he hid as the sun became too sweltering for little Miyah and continued into the night as she slept. He had no discernible destination in sight — just the further away from his hometown the better. And anything that assured the protection of his daughter with promise of supplies would be a bonus. He knew this world was too cruel, too violent to do it by himself. Despite having to grow up rather quickly, he still felt like a child. And once having Aaliyah to figure it out with, he was now doing it alone and and to be honest, that thought alone was terrifying enough.

He heard of a group off in the coast, bigger than any of the dying groups that roamed like pests around the streets. To be honest, the way it was put, it sounded more like a folktale but Jamal had hope.

There's an ocean's breeze that cools him as the sun begins to set, Miyah drifting off on the mei tei on his back. He's feeling a lot like her right now, having not slept not too much the night before. But he can't drift off, there's a lot of space he could cover while just sleeps only he's a lot closer to his destination than he realizes.

He'd soon realize that this group wasn't the folktale he thought it to be after all.


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HAND OUT, BABY ・゚✧
[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]Coming to Badlands was both the worst and the best mistake that he and Lillith could have made. King was recovering, but at what cost? The hostility of its inhabitants made it difficult for King to not just give in, made it so, so hard. He scratched at his arm, sitting down on a small brick wall. He was sure Lillith would probably be looking for him, after he managed to sneak out of the house and booked it, running off and finding himself lost and afraid in the middle of this great big town he wasn't so sure he knew.

He sniffled, running his arm over his face as tears ran down his cheeks, curling in on himself as he rocked on this half-wall, wanting nothing more than to be back at home, with Lillith. He scratched at his jaw and then his leg, getting itchy all over, and he struggled to snap out of it. He had done this before in one of his many highs, feeling like bugs were crawling all over him, tearing into his skin and leaving nasty scars. He continued to sob until he noticed a figure in the distance, instantly stopping and hiccuping.

Who was this?

King stayed seated, pulling his sweater over his front as he watched this figure walk towards him, noticing a baby was carried on this stranger's back. Kingston didn't move, eyes just watching, calculating. He wanted to break into a sprint back into the city, but he remained unmoving, thinking, maybe if I don't move, he won't see me.
[div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18px; color: #FFF; margin-top: 105px"]'CAUSE I'M BEGGIN' YOU ・゚✧
[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; "]"King?" Lillith's feet were getting sore. She swore she had looked everywhere for her brother, but to no avail. She wasn't sure if she should be pissed or worried. "King, where are you?" It was almost like looking for a cat that ran away.

Suddenly, she saw him, slumped up against a wall with tears streaming down his face. She slowed to a stop. She had seen that look before. She had seen it too many times.

This was supposed to be a fresh start for us. She didn't even notice the newcomer who was approaching with a child by his side. Her eyes were trained on her brother, and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to move any closer.
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