01-06-2021, 01:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Green, too, had once found himself used to the loneliness of the New World. It’d been a result of his tragic circumstances, orphaned twice before his twelfth birthday. Unfortunately, this world was no longer a safe haven for good folk simply trying to provide for their children; if disease didn’t steal them from this lifetime then tragedy certainly would. Green learned the hard way in his childhood that the mass panic at the start of the blackout was deadly. As years passed by, life began to settle somewhat but it was by no means safe anymore. With lawlessness came those who’d use their primal instincts to survive, even if it meant sacrificing others to reach their final goal.
He learned from a young age that, if confronted by a bigger and stronger man who wanted his supplies, Green ought to hand them over without complaint. It was the only way he’d get through each passing day on the streets alive. Sure, the sacrifice of flight rather than fight left him malnourished for years, jutted out ribs and sunken in eyes — when he found his way to the safety of Northstar District, they likely took pity on the young and broken man.
Nowadays, he was scared to be alone. Being alone meant that the darkness could so easily creep into all the cracks of a well lived and innocent life. Mateo had been a darkness that had clasped on so tight that not fight nor flight was possible. He was a darkness that had clasped on so tight that, even after his death, he lived on in Vernon’s mind. Even whilst it was no cure, finally having a found family was what made life tolerable for Green. No longer would he have to fear the nights alone now that he could fall asleep beside a man that made him feel safe.
Eyes were curious as Green watched an approaching figure towards the District. He would’ve felt alarmed if the man was not alone, but this appeared to be one solitary person. Just like Green when he first arrived. Feeling the safety of a full quiver bag on his back, Green began to walk to meet the man just outside of the District, a hesitant yet curious smile on his lips before he asked, ❝ Are you looking for the District? ❞
He learned from a young age that, if confronted by a bigger and stronger man who wanted his supplies, Green ought to hand them over without complaint. It was the only way he’d get through each passing day on the streets alive. Sure, the sacrifice of flight rather than fight left him malnourished for years, jutted out ribs and sunken in eyes — when he found his way to the safety of Northstar District, they likely took pity on the young and broken man.
Nowadays, he was scared to be alone. Being alone meant that the darkness could so easily creep into all the cracks of a well lived and innocent life. Mateo had been a darkness that had clasped on so tight that not fight nor flight was possible. He was a darkness that had clasped on so tight that, even after his death, he lived on in Vernon’s mind. Even whilst it was no cure, finally having a found family was what made life tolerable for Green. No longer would he have to fear the nights alone now that he could fall asleep beside a man that made him feel safe.
Eyes were curious as Green watched an approaching figure towards the District. He would’ve felt alarmed if the man was not alone, but this appeared to be one solitary person. Just like Green when he first arrived. Feeling the safety of a full quiver bag on his back, Green began to walk to meet the man just outside of the District, a hesitant yet curious smile on his lips before he asked, ❝ Are you looking for the District? ❞
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I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 4.2px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]BE THAT SOMEONE TO COMPLAIN TO — NOTES.
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 4.2px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]BE THAT SOMEONE TO COMPLAIN TO — NOTES.