Post by Erin Brown on May 15, 2011 7:50:37 GMT 1
(Hey Admins, hows about a nonroleplay writing section. 
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(This is just a little thing I'll work on in my spare time. Basically is some of my characters, I'm trying to get better at righting so i can start my series. )
“Starve for all I care.” Ryan scolded his brother as the girl taking their order only smiled, thinking he was joking around. She was unsure about the two; the aura about them got more drear as the seconds went by. -And it would later show its extremity, a rather harsh display in such a small town as this. An innocent place played out by a small scene in a big and flustered plot.
The two brothers had made a quick stop to get a bite before completing their destination which was several hours down the road. There were a few heads to spatter on the concrete of the festive come two days from now and a loot to collect. Of course it would be an enjoyable event for both, seeing as they liked getting their hands dirty with a little color on them. And attention was what Ryan liked, he wanted the world to see just what he could do, the officials who were their targets had no chance and little defense, as few did when Scorn held a blood thirsty blade.
“Just a few bucks.” Cyrus smiled, his eyes seemed to grow big. Such disgust on his brother’s face, enough to punk them out and throw them in the drink fountain. Ryan had enough of his brother the trip up, with his annoying tenancies and deranged behavior. There was little pity for his brother being empty pocketed. He had enough money for the both of them sure, but a brother’s love stretched fairly thin. Compassion didn’t flow to anyone else why for his half brother.
No one can choose family but Cyrus was the odd one out of the family and never received his place in the broken nook of the Weirmen brother’s. Like the runt of the litter, he was the youngest, the bastard child, tossed around like a piece of meat between the three raging rouges. Cyrus wasn’t like Ray or John; whom Ryan was close to. To him, Cyrus was just a lost mutt with his mother sense, following him around begging for food. And for any reason there was a line of consideration, a speck of concern, was because of his mother. The woman loved the little brat, she loved them all and deep down no son wants to break his mother’s heart, not even the cold hearted murder. Well at least that was his story.
“Get a job, rob a bank, sell your ass on the street.” He muttered.
“I will get a job and soon, I’ll pay you back.” Cyrus said.
“Put this low life’s order on my bill.” He grumbled. “I won’t stand him drooling at mine.” He said and smacked a 50 on the counter. “Bring the shit and whatever the hell else we need.” Ryan said then walking towards the back of the room as Cyrus ordered his food. The girl behind the counter looked a little distraught.
“Ok so, a number 3, large with a root beer, a number 7 with no mustard, large, coke and 6 stack ups, a chocolate shake and an apple pie?” The girl said smiling.
“You got it, sugar.” Cyrus smiled widely. It was enough to give anyone one chills. Cyrus wasn’t quite like his brother but they were the wrong kin to tangle with. Cyrus was a notorious nutjob with a reputation for rape and no regards for who or when. His brother encouraged it though, any luck the ass would find himself back in the asylum or with a bullet in his head because he was so lucid.
It was paining enough that Command wanted Ryan to train him, let alone he didn’t understand Ryan’s need for peace and quiet. There were plenty of times he threatened on slitting his throat and didn’t have much hesitation to act on it or leaving a few bloody cuts for to attempt to get his attention. But just maybe with a little work, his brother might turn out half bad.
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)(This is just a little thing I'll work on in my spare time. Basically is some of my characters, I'm trying to get better at righting so i can start my series. )
“Starve for all I care.” Ryan scolded his brother as the girl taking their order only smiled, thinking he was joking around. She was unsure about the two; the aura about them got more drear as the seconds went by. -And it would later show its extremity, a rather harsh display in such a small town as this. An innocent place played out by a small scene in a big and flustered plot.
The two brothers had made a quick stop to get a bite before completing their destination which was several hours down the road. There were a few heads to spatter on the concrete of the festive come two days from now and a loot to collect. Of course it would be an enjoyable event for both, seeing as they liked getting their hands dirty with a little color on them. And attention was what Ryan liked, he wanted the world to see just what he could do, the officials who were their targets had no chance and little defense, as few did when Scorn held a blood thirsty blade.
“Just a few bucks.” Cyrus smiled, his eyes seemed to grow big. Such disgust on his brother’s face, enough to punk them out and throw them in the drink fountain. Ryan had enough of his brother the trip up, with his annoying tenancies and deranged behavior. There was little pity for his brother being empty pocketed. He had enough money for the both of them sure, but a brother’s love stretched fairly thin. Compassion didn’t flow to anyone else why for his half brother.
No one can choose family but Cyrus was the odd one out of the family and never received his place in the broken nook of the Weirmen brother’s. Like the runt of the litter, he was the youngest, the bastard child, tossed around like a piece of meat between the three raging rouges. Cyrus wasn’t like Ray or John; whom Ryan was close to. To him, Cyrus was just a lost mutt with his mother sense, following him around begging for food. And for any reason there was a line of consideration, a speck of concern, was because of his mother. The woman loved the little brat, she loved them all and deep down no son wants to break his mother’s heart, not even the cold hearted murder. Well at least that was his story.
“Get a job, rob a bank, sell your ass on the street.” He muttered.
“I will get a job and soon, I’ll pay you back.” Cyrus said.
“Put this low life’s order on my bill.” He grumbled. “I won’t stand him drooling at mine.” He said and smacked a 50 on the counter. “Bring the shit and whatever the hell else we need.” Ryan said then walking towards the back of the room as Cyrus ordered his food. The girl behind the counter looked a little distraught.
“Ok so, a number 3, large with a root beer, a number 7 with no mustard, large, coke and 6 stack ups, a chocolate shake and an apple pie?” The girl said smiling.
“You got it, sugar.” Cyrus smiled widely. It was enough to give anyone one chills. Cyrus wasn’t quite like his brother but they were the wrong kin to tangle with. Cyrus was a notorious nutjob with a reputation for rape and no regards for who or when. His brother encouraged it though, any luck the ass would find himself back in the asylum or with a bullet in his head because he was so lucid.
It was paining enough that Command wanted Ryan to train him, let alone he didn’t understand Ryan’s need for peace and quiet. There were plenty of times he threatened on slitting his throat and didn’t have much hesitation to act on it or leaving a few bloody cuts for to attempt to get his attention. But just maybe with a little work, his brother might turn out half bad.
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