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Post by Ryan Arcken on Apr 3, 2018 14:31:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]When am I gonna be the lucky one?.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]For several moments, Ryan himself merely sat within his seat as he was throughout the duration of the song itself; voids of an unnatural azure looming upon the texts of the parchment held between the tips of his fingertips as he gave it an idle, distant, and generally absentminded gaze all the while. Thoughts coursed throughout his mind through the time that he had done so, though given that a shorter amount of time had passed soon afterwards, the man would have prompted himself to click his tongue in quiet and soft distaste all the same before shaking his head and setting the paper that he had been within the progress of grading down; slipping it within one of his folders before stacking it upon another, and ultimately sliding it - alongside the remainder of the papers that he brought with him - regardless of whether they had already been graded, had been awaiting a grading, or were documents of other sorts - back within the confinements of his bag. Soon after doing so, he turned his attention back towards his laptop; saving his opened documents and files upon it before closing out of them within a timely manner. Each program shut down one by one with each slide over the trackpad and click of the buttons that he gave; eventually leaving him face to face with the very same playlists that had brought the current song to his attention.
He only gave the title itself a gander worth a second or two before closing out of that program, as well.
Much like his other folders and the like, he went on to appropriately shut the device down soon afterwards; only closing it altogether once he had ensured that the power had been diminished, and securing it firmly and safely within the bounds of his backpack all the same. With only several more seconds to spare after doing so for sake of wiring the cord of his earbuds down the back of his shirt for sake of keeping it away from the open air and reducing the risk of getting it caught on his surroundings, he swiftly plugged it back into his mp3 player before picking his belongings up and starting away from his table and towards the main entrance. He opened the door itself, and - after holding it open for several other people who both wanted to enter and exit like him - he slipped out and onto the sidewalk. Unknowing of who else stood upon the sidewalk some ways away, he turned the opposite way while keeping his attention upon the music device; scrolling through it and beginning to walk while attempting to find another song to listen to.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Arin Windhelm , (gettin all these posts)
Post by Ryan Arcken on Apr 1, 2018 12:27:16 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mouths1"]For a good while (read: a few, excruciating seconds), Ryan actually started leaning on the door’s handle slowly; gradually pushing it down with his elbow as his own weight lodged the mechanism out of place, and soon afterwards, he secured his grasp a little bit more in order to pull the door towards his form and open it. With one foot already out of the door by then, he began to return his head in order to avert his gaze - which reflected eyes of a matched azure through those moments in time - outwards and into the hallway, though before he found his other foot joining the first upon the carpets and flooring of the spaces beyond, he felt a faint touch upon his shoulder; one that prompted him to catch himself upon the door before taking care to peer over his shoulder.
...And then he had to look down a little bit, but hey. That was besides the point.
At first, he found himself blinking and staring down at the person who caught his attention; taking note of the fact that she gestured to herself, though he waited idly for her to say something to accompany the motion, as well. ...Which...he never really heard altogether. Because she didn’t actually say anything. That in itself was more than enough to spark a faint degree of both confusion and curiosity alike, and he found himself beginning to turn to face her and catch a better glimpse of her form while he debated on calling her out or asking her about her intentions himself- even if he had a hunch of what she wanted to do, given that he more or less just screamed an invitation for any and all who wanted to tag along with him to do so by any means. However, just as he was about to voice his opinions and questions aloud, he found himself remaining quiet as he took note of the objects that the other pulled out and into view, as well as the note that she eventually showed him altogether. Upon seeing it, he tilted his head and quirked a brow while mulling the request over.
After a short amount of time, his gaze shifted from the tablet itself to the person holding it, and despite the rather exaggerated display he had just given, he shrugged in a rather leisurely manner while giving her a smile. ”Sure, be my guest~,” he spoke with a chuckle and a nod. With those words, he fully took a couple of steps back in order to make room for the door itself; opening it fully and propping it open with his foot while gesturing out of the room. ”Ladies first~. I’ll be right behind ya~.”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Eun Ha Park , (ALL THESE BELATED AND SHORTER POOOSTS)
Post by Ryan Arcken on Mar 19, 2018 19:29:49 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mouths1"]Each and every person upon the earth maintained their own, respective locations that he or she preferred to turn to within various types of moments and scenarios alike; regardless of whether or not the given situation had been one of casual happiness, or perhaps sorrowful pensiveness, among several other factors to take note of and into account all the same. Within the beginning, one Ryan Arcken himself had found himself somewhere in between; an idle soul lost within the bounds that entranced and sealed him within the very idea that he called his career. A cruel mistress, truth be told, yet one that he held the highest of affinities towards all the same; one of the sole passions that he had taken care to uphold all throughout the near entirety of his life as he knew it. Often times, he would visit the high school at which he taught at for sake of pursuing his job and educating - and sometimes disciplining, in the case of the rowdier and seemingly, self deemed ‘entitled’ - those of generations younger to his own by several gaps in time. He found that the lot of them only proved to grow worse and worse within demeanor as the times progressed onwards- though that in itself had always been one of the sole reasons that he had chosen to become a master of his own art; a teacher of both English and creative writing alike. Nowadays, the children acted within a drastically differing manner than they had acted within the distant past; regardless of whether or not the subjects in question had been the children of his own generation, or perhaps even those of the generation belonging to his own brother.
Time progresses on. Things change constantly. That - much to his chagrin - included the amount of arrogance found within the common child.
Yet again; that in itself had been one of the primary motivations driving him to pursue a career as both an English teacher, as well as a creative writing teacher- though all while holding the necessary credentials to be capable of teaching history, as well, if need be. As much as he despised teenagers, he also found an affinity and rage towards them all the same; the former within those dimes within the dozens that truly attempted their genuine best within their assignments and endeavors, and the latter within those who merely chose not to, and to sometimes even refrain from doing so under any and all circumstances. His passion branched out towards those beneath him; not within status or credibility, but rather, in age and knowledge. Although many cared not to legitimately learn for themselves anymore - and only sought to memorize processes and details for a short amount of time for sake of departing from point A to point B, and then from point B to point C, and so on - he chose his own path for sake of bestowing his own wisdom upon those that still maintained that spark of decency and wish to learn for themselves; to guide those who truly cared along their own ways within the latter portions of their lives leading into their near adult lives. They were the reasons why he lived the way that he did. The reasons why he worked as late and intensely as he did. The reasons why he spent nights upon nights grading and tutoring, if need be.
...And in a way, the reasons why he was still alive.
As of those particular moments in time, however, that last detail would have been the least of his worries, concerns, and general thoughts alike; for within that time, they had been the reason as to why he found himself within the bounds of a favorited and familiar cafe of his some time after school. From Eirenhyre to New Veherna, he took it upon himself to depart from the high school campus not too long after the final bell of the day ended; gathering his belongings and mounting his motorcycle before navigating the streets and to the aforementioned cafe itself. Ordering his meal and beverages had been rather quick and simple following his entry by sole virtue of his status as a regular - and perhaps even a patron - giving the employees an immediate idea of what he wanted to purchase. Thus, he paid for his purchases as swiftly as he arrived at the counter; taking the number and heading to a vacant table before unveiling his belongings and delving straight within his work. Before long, numerous stacks of paper had been arranged rather neatly across the sides and corners of one half of the table, while the remaining half provided a clear space for writing, as well as his food, drink, and laptop. Grading in itself was rather easy, and enabled him to skim through the papers effortlessly before moving on to the next. Every so often, he would have glanced over towards his laptop; tapping a key or two for sake of shifting between songs in his playlist - as he had plugged his earbuds within the jack, and had been listening to his music directly from the device itself to save the batteries of both his phone and mp3 player alike - before returning to his work. A longer while had passed as he found himself within a quick and efficient work cycle between papers, though as he set one paper aside to make room for another one, he found himself pausing rather abruptly at the sound of a specific song that both caught his attention and gave him a brief jolt within his chest all the same upon hearing its very first lyrics in themselves.
He narrowed his eyes, glaring down at the paper that he held absentmindedly at first. ...Of course. Of course this song came up… he thought to himself; finally, yet slowly tilting his head to peer upon the screen of his laptop for sake of gaining sight of the very playlist that the song played from. ...Damn me if it isn’t a good song, but… It just had to be this one of the thousands that I have saved there…
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Arin Windhelm , (i'll try not to make my next posts this long i promise)
Post by Ryan Arcken on Mar 18, 2018 18:44:26 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mouths1"]”GANK. GAAAAANK.” ”YOU NEED A GANK?” ”THAT, AND WE GOT GANKED.” ”BITCH TITS.”
Nothing like the sound of intense clicking in the afternoon. And when you’re at a gaming cafe, it’s pretty much a given that that’s going to be most of the things that you hear going on. Y’know? Click click. Yell yell. Rage rage.
...Like, legit. All the rage.
Luckily enough, though, this place in particular had a few different areas in its building. The main area itself had those public, common area where everyone who came on their own could easily take a chair, computer, or console for themselves for sake of gaming, surfing the net, or doing whatever. They were open for the most part, so passerbys could come and go as they wished pretty commonly; walking by and briefly observing those that were gaming out in the opening before heading off to the front registers and communal area where food could be both ordered and enjoyed, or perhaps even grabbing the attention of those who lounged around in hopes to join a game or two on the various consoles that they played on. All in all, it was a pretty laid back and possibly even homely place- especially so in the eyes of all the nerds that dropped by on a near normal basis, or at least a sort of schedule.
Those damn nerds. They were cool for the most part. Don’t get me wrong. ...But they were still plebs nerds.
BUT THAT ASIDE. Yeah. Different areas. There were communal areas, and alongside that, there were several other rooms that were located down a couple corridors; each housing an elaborate array of technology and the like all the same. Some of them were pretty much on a first come first serve basis that could be claimed by any group that dropped by and claimed the former vacancy for themselves, while others could be reserved ahead of time and kept on lockdown until the people that called dibs on it dropped by for usage. The quality and space within the rooms differed between those two things, but for the most part, they were still somewhat similar in contents. Most of them held a circular table decked out with gaming computers, monitors, and everything else to accompany that whole lot, too. Keyboards. Mice. All that good stuff. And alongside that, there was a pretty high quality television set against one of the walls - and I’m talking, like...the good shit, here - with shelves containing various consoles and their respective games somewhere beneath them, or maybe in the corners. Couches here. Chairs there. Maybe a couple of bean bags tossed across the carpet wherever someone or anyone wanted them to be. That, and the door could be locked, and for the most part, they were padded from the inside to make them soundproof.
...Why, would the establishment do that, you may ask? Well, because of that rage.
That pure. Seething. Gamer rage.
Y’know, the kind that made people spaz and scream at really odd things? Things like lag? A really intense team fight? ...Getting ganked the shit out of you?
Is this sounding familiar yet?
Thought so~. But yeah. Those group rooms were padded down and soundproofed for sake of sparing everyone outside the trouble of listening to numerous groups screaming at their respective games at once. ...Not that no one misunderstood, at least. After all, gaming is intense. Look at all the nerds screaming at their consoles with a weird look all you want, but it’s true. Gaming. Gets. Intense. Like, legit. Hella intense. Especially if you were friends with a group of gamers that were playing different games at once. Like...if three or four of you were on those computers, mashing your keys and mice away at some kind of MOBA. And then you’d have three more people screaming at the television set while duking it out on some fighting game, and then they start cursing each other out and insulting each other once they get a bit too into it. It was amusing to watch by all means.
...But it was a bit chaotic when the room itself was completely enveloped in unholy screeching.
And it only seemed to get louder and louder - specifically within the group of PC gamers - as shit seemed to hit the fan more and more, up until a specific teacher among them screamed so damn loud when he died. You got that screen greying out at the end of a really intense team fight during that MOBA, and when the enemy team’s clearly pushing through and right to your base with more than a minute slotted into your respawn time? ...Wiiith the same thing happening to a couple of your other teammates as they go down?
Oh, yeah. It really got intense.
So yeah. That guy. Teacher dude. Ryan was his name. Ryan. Ry-Ry. Mister Arcken-- whatever you wanted to call him. Although some part of him enjoyed the match, it was still pretty damn stressing for him, so as his cousin and another friend of theirs went down - and with his other friends doing their best to hold the fort as the last ones standing? Eh. He didn’t know if they were dead or alive. He just knew that they lost by then - he took the liberty of pushing his feet along the ground; rolling both himself and his chair backwards and lounging backwards; lifting his hands up while stretching his legs out in the process in a sign of defeat. ”GOOD GAME, BB. GOOD EFFORT,” he said in a rather exaggerated and grossly forced cross between a laugh and a sob. He spun a couple of times in his chair before leaning forward and getting onto his feet; spinning idly and lazily in a few circles while waddling and teetering back and forth on a course for the door sealing the room itself. Once he reached it, he pretty much just...slammed into it lightly. Thunk. Straight into it without a damn to give before flipping over so that his back rested against it as he pointed at the people that he was just playing with. ”SO. TOTAL FAILURE. THAT’S GOOD. SO IN CELEBRATORY FASHION, IMMA GO GRAB A BITE TO STRESS EAT. ANYONE WANNA TAG ALONG, OR WILL I GO INTERNALLY CRY IN THE LINES BY MYSELF?”
Because that was the solution to everything.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Eun Ha Park , (have a really disorganized and extremely informal post)
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Gumuguho na ang mundo ko[break] Naglalakad sa sarili kong abo
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Abilities
[break] While he himself may be from a lineage of differently typed gijinkas - as well as being a gijinka himself - Ryan doesn’t quite exhibit any of the traits that most other gijinkas would in correspondence with his or her respective Pokemon, thus making him appear like an average human. At the very most, the primary attribute that gives way to the fact that he’s a Dusknoir gijinka is the occasional shift that one could potentially see within his eyes. While either of them are each seen to be a hue of blue- though the truth of the matter is that he himself was born with heterochromia. Taking after the Dusknoir’s own eyes, his eyes are each a different color; the right being a natural crimson that alludes to the red portions of the Dusknoir’s eye, while the right is a golden hue to allude to the golden rim. (continue). Be it instigated by stress, rage, or other things of the sort, his eyes may shift from their natural hue of azure in order to inherit a rather strikingly bold hue of red- and if he appears to be stressed enough, then his eyes may emit a somewhat eerie glow, as well. Within the past, he has done a fine job in concealing his emotions - and not allowing this little quality of his from showing his true emotions - but if he’s pushed far enough, then his eyes may truly be the gateway to his soul, as well as the true things that he could be feeling within a given moment.[break][break]
As a result of Dusknoir's general transportation method, Ryan is capable of extensive levitation. Often times, he uses this ability to lounge around lazy, or to float around instead of walking whenever he's too lazy to physically move.[break][break]
Ryan is also capable of shadow oriented transportation, though in a somewhat different manner in comparison to some. While some others would use the shadows as a means of transportation by melding into them and traveling through them, Ryan himself utilizes his own transportation methods through dispersing into shadow like matter and relocating his molecules to another location that is a reasonable distance away from his original position. He's intangible in this form, but only remains as such for short bursts throughout his travels, and can be interrupted by a bright enough flash of light if it cut through his path.[break][break]
He maintains minor hypnotism capabilities through his gaze alone.[break][break]
Should he touch someone and voluntary focus to some degree, he could be capable of nightmare inducement on select individuals if they were caught off guard, dozing off, or asleep in general.[break][break]
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Ngayon nandito ako sumisigaw, naliligaw
[break] Eh…? Ah. Yo, there~. So… I take it that you’re gonna be the guys to get my info and all, yeah? I heard from a buddy of mine that interviews like this are more or less needed before we work together- which, to an extent, I understand~. After all, you gotta know the basic gist of the people you’ll depend on in the field, and all Can’t go trusting someone you don’t know jack shit about, ‘cause by that point, you’re just asking to get potentially backstabbed. But anyways...if you’re as ready as I am, then I’m down to start on your go. Just keep things confidential like how we promised, otherwise-... Well, otherwise I’ll really have no choice but to get back at you, and all~. No hard feelings, though This world is tough rough as Hell, so you bet your ass that, if I get betrayed myself, I’ll do everything all I can to ruin you, too, before I get taken out- if not take you down with me altogether. Retribution and karma are gonna get you back, man. I promise you that.[break][break]
Warnings and whatnot all aside, though… It’s nice to meet you. Kinda wish it wasn’t because we both had to get support for a frickin’ assassination request, but...it is what it is, I guess~. Anyways, though… The name’s Ryan. English name, at least. Full English name is Ryan Matthew Jaeger Arcken; Ryan being the first name, Matthew the first middle name, and Jager technically being my mom’s maiden name, but… I mean, by Filipino standards - ‘cause yeah, I’m Filipino on top of a few other things - Jaeger is technically my second middle name, too. Then Arcken… That’s my surname. Both my mom and dad are Korean, too, so they gave me a Korean name. Yong Jun. Nowadays, no one really calls me by that name except my cousins, but I still respond to it when and if someone happens to know about it. But yeah. ...These are my names. I was born on January fifth over in Sinnoh; specifically in Veilstone City, aaaand about twenty-eight years or so in the past by now. My direct family was more or less a small one in the grand scheme of things. Mom’s name was Kristine Jaeger. Dad’s was Vincent Arcken- but he preferred to go by his Korean name, Yong Seok. And...then there’s my brother. Kaiser Yong Sun Arcken. Older than me by a good seven years or so. The four of us lived a more or less decent lif as far as lifestyle and finances went earlier on. See, my uncle and aunt - Ji Hyuk and Vivian Kyon, respectively - own their own company. A tech company specifically, but...yeah. Company still exists to this day, actually. It’s called Ion Industries, and my younger cousin - Tae Seung - is the heir, so he’s gonna take it over himself when the time comes. My parents themselves never held any higher or more substantial positions in the company, but they did work for them since it was an easy association, given the family connections and whatnot. The pay over at Ion is pretty good, and, well… We got family connections and benefits, so our income was pretty smooth and more than sufficient back then. Explains how we were able to live such a good and easy life~.[break][break]
So...that being said again, our lives were lenient as kids. ...When Kaiser and I were kids, at least. For the most part, we got what we wanted, so… Heh~. I guess we were more or less spoiled~. But...Mom and Dad didn’t necessarily mind that- and we thankfully didn’t end up like some other douches that flaunt themselves nowadays. They still kept us in check as far as words went as a sort of a counterpart to spoiling us beyond goddamned belief. I fully understand that, though, ‘cause - if they hadn’t taken care to do that single thing - then I probably would’ve ended up so much differently. Hell, if they hadn’t raised us the way they did earlier on, then I may not have even been here to tell you all the things I’m talking about right now. Butterfly effect, and all. It’s both an interesting and frightening thing all the same, man~.[break][break]
…[break] ...Heh~. And it’s the butterfly effect that makes me wonder just how many different things could’ve and would’ve been if specific things hadn’t worked out the way they did~.[break][break]
...Maybe they would’ve hurt a lot less~.[break][break]
Sa mundong naiiba sa mundong natatanaw
[break] ‘Cause see, here~... Things as a kid…? My life as a kid was great. I had loving parents, a tight bond with my older brother, and a good financial state- and those are just three things out of an entire sea of other factors that could be accounted for, too. But...if there’s anything I’ve learned in the past, it’s that all good things come to an end eventually. Now, whether or not that ending itself is one caused on a good note, a bad note, or something else is a completely other topic, but I’ve personally thought that I’ve experienced more bad than good. ...Or maybe I’m just exaggerating it~.[break][break]
Heh~... I wouldn’t be surprised. After all, most of my problems tend to be trivial and not to substantial, anyways, so...I wouldn’t be all too surprised if that was actually the case, here, too~.[break][break]
…[break] ...But anywho. You didn’t come here to hear me whine and complain, so… Moving on~...[break][break]
Alright. So...for the most part, my family was somewhat normal. We lived like everyone else on the surface. Mom and Dad worked and all, yeah- but on top of being apart of Tito Ji Hyuk’s and Tita Vivian’s company, they both ran something under the surface, too. ...A vigilante group, specifically. As edgy as it sounds, it was called the “Whispers of the Chosen” - and was more commonly and easily referred to as the “Whispers” - and was formed by my parents themselves. They did do things like assassinations and whatnot, but it was never for anything but a...somewhat justified reason in the long run. I know, I know. “Justified reason” and “killing someone” are somewhat of an odd combination, but bear with me, here. I say that ‘cause they never killed for a bad reason, or for no reason at all to begin with. They only ever took up hits against the overly corrupt after a good degree of research. Hell… And when they weren’t doing hits and whatnot, they were actually going around and doing the occasional volunteering gig. You know those little, local groups and organizations and whatnot that always visited soup kitchens and the like to help serve and all that good stuff? That was us- and I say “us” ‘cause I was apart of them, too. ...Or...at least the more lawful side of things. As a kid, I always loved helping out whenever and wherever I could. Didn’t matter when and where I was; I always tried to help my friends, family, and even teachers out, so it was only natural that I joined. Given that I’m the one in charge of the Whispers now, it’s more or less obvious that I found out about the vigilante side of the group, but...I didn’t find out about it until a bit later. ...Not until several other things happened. A lot of other things, actually.[break][break]
For a while, I more or less lived in blissful ignorance in regards to all the other things that Mom, Dad, and all their other friends and coworkers all did. I don’t think I found out about everything for myself until I was around...eight? Eight or nine years old? It had to have been somewhere around that time since-... Hah. ...Heh~... Sorry, sorry. I’m getting nervous. But, uh… It...had to have been around the time that...Dad died~. So...at around age eight or nine for me. It was around that time that Dad died, and around that time that things started going downhill for me, in my opinion. Of course...there’s plenty of people out there that have gone through and still go through things that’s so much worse, so I really have no right to complain whatsoever~. Heh~...[break][break]
See… Dad died on the field during one of his own missions. Got the tables turned on him by his assassination target since the guy actually had more firepower than he thought. It was a trap. I didn’t find the actual reason about why he died until after I started being a kid who was snooping around in places that he shouldn’t have been snooping around in. ...But we’ll get to that part in a little bit, so bear with me~.[break][break]
Before we get to that, I’ll...go ahead and talk about my mother. Mom was...a really complex person. She used to be really good to everyone. Sure, she was pretty stern when I was younger, but...she was good. Good to us. Good to Dad. Good to everyone. She had the best sense of ideals, and knew how to calmly handle whatever situation that she had on hand. After Dad died, though…? She just...took a turn, in a way. She got a lot more rash… Much harsher, more abrasive. ...She took Dad’s death really badly, and...if you’d spent time within our household, you’d know that almost instantly. Mom herself was extremely stressed for multiple reasons, and on multiple levels, so...she just took it out on Kaiser and I. It started off as screaming, banter, and condemnation. ...Nothing that we couldn’t really tune out without music or other activities, really, but-... Heh~. Well, it hurt. Hurt Kaiser less since he was a bit more emotionally fortified and crap, but...I’m a naturally sensitive person - even if it doesn’t really seem like it - so it hit me hard every single time she shouted at us. But we were all hurting from Dad’s death, so...the two of us rode it out as best as we could, and for as long as we could with each time it started. Riding it out in general wasn’t all too bad since we always had each other as our own fallbacks. If things got too hard for me, I vented out to Kai- and if things got too hard for him, he’d do the same thing towards me. So...it wasn’t all that bad at first. After a while, though…? After a while, things went up a notch.[break][break]
Physical abuse. Physical abuse on top of the verbal and emotional abuse. Kaiser was the one who experienced it first, and he warned me, but...that didn’t stop me from falling victim, too, at some point~. Mom had to find some way to de-stress, so...I guess we were that way~. It-... It...hurt. A lot~. Heh… It was too much to handle a lot of the time, but at the end of the day, I forced myself to pull myself back together. Pick the pieces back up. ...Place them back together in an ununiformed way~. I held on.[break][break]
...Kaiser, on the other hand, didn’t~.[break][break]
...It isn’t like he died, though. If anything, he just...got tired of it all. Tired enough to just...leave one day. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit resentful, ‘cause… Arceus, man… For fuck’s sake- he left me. All is well between us now, but I just-...[break][break]
…[break] ...I just wish he stayed with me when I needed him the most~. Y’know~?[break][break]
Ngayon nandito ako umiiyak, naghihintay sa
[break] Ah-... I-... Aha... Again, though... We'll talk about that specifically in a little bit. More on Kaiser and all that a bit later, but-... Heh. I guess I'll use this as an opportunity to vent while also telling you what's up about me and all. I know, I know; you probably don't give a damn about all those nitpicky details and all, but...you're the one who said you wanted a rundown of who I am and how I function. What I do aside from all this and all that good stuff. ...Everything. All of that~. So...keep yourselves all buckled into your seats, folks- 'cause this ride is the farthest from over~.[break][break]
Before all that, though... Yeah. Yeah, things were tough by sole virtue of Mom gradually growing worse and worse with the way she treated the two of us. For sake of face and impressions, the three of us still seemingly got along together pretty well out in the face of the public. Honestly~... Most people described us as close. Like...really close~. And...I can't blame them since that's really how it was 'til we got out of the public eye. A lot of the time, she was out for work related purposes, but...even then, it was just lonely~. I had Kai and all, but...the constant abuse during the times that she was around put me down into a pretty bad slump. I kept up with my studies, but...I didn't do all too much else- and even when I did, I barely really interacted with anyone else if I was surrounded by so many other people. All life was for me was academics, seclusion, and the rare, once in a blue moon hobbies of my own. Well...not exactly once in a blue moon, but, like... Well, I went out somewhat often with Kai for sake of continuing on with our own after school activities and hobbies. Dance... Taekwondo. I'd be apart of classes for these things with him since before Dad died, but...after he was gone we found ourselves either secluding ourselves at home whenever Mom wasn't there, or leveraging our time out and about in order to get away from her. If it wasn't one, then it was always the other, and-...[break][break]
...Well.[break] Needless to say, that in itself was just...really sad~. Heh...[break][break]
But...yeah. It was around that time that I started going out a little bit more often; mostly 'cause I was really clingy with Kai, but also 'cause I really just...wanted to get away. I wanted to get away from home, 'cause honestly...? Anywhere was better than home to me at the time. So we went out. I started getting more involved in my hobbies. Dedicated myself to dance a bit more intensely, and for sake of adding more coping mechanisms, I indulged myself into taekwondo a bit more for sake of getting myself into a more active physical therapy, of sorts. On top of that, I started getting into art and literature; the former staying more as a hobby over anything else, and the latter blossoming into something more. See...from my younger ages, I was always a geek for literature. If it wasn't poetry, then I was just writing whatever. Short stories... Story planners. I started writing my first novel outline when I was about ten, and...literature in general was just a really good way to escape for me. Specifically and especially when it came to writing short stories and drabbles and whatnot. ...Fun fact, too~. If you ever visited my classroom, or even took a look at my desk at home, you'd see a lot of files and whatnot spread across my table. You got my desktop somewhere. Books in other players. A printer off to the side, and then all of my files and notebooks. ...Only about half of those are dedicated to my work as a teacher~. The other half are all drabbles and story ideas that I've compiled over the past couple of decades by now, since I started to get into writing when I was about-... What~? Six years old? Somewhere around there~.[break][break]
Mmn... Yeah. It was someone around there. But yeah... Whenever Kai and I spent more and more time away from home just for sake of keeping our distances from Mom, we just...wandered the city, I guess. We never really ventured out of Veilstone City, so we knew the place like the backs of our hands. The best shops... Best hangout places. We knew all those places, but we normally settled for spending our time after school and after our extracurriculars just lounging around at parks for the most part- and specifically when it was more or less secluded, and getting a bit darker. If we weren't just idly talking about each other and trying to comfort one another, we really just...did whatever. Sometimes we sparred to heighten our combat skills. Sometimes we just sat around doing nothing for Arceus knows how long. Whenever it was one of those nights where we did nothing, we normally just spent our time stargazing and the like. He taught me about the stars, and the constellations. ...He was also somewhat of an astrology geek, too, so he also taught me about the star signs in themselves. What they each represented. How they acted on a normal basis... All those neat little things. He influenced me a lot in a lot of cases, and it just so happens that he was also the one to spur my love for the stars, as well as my interest in star signs and astrology in general, among other things, as well~.[break][break]
We stuck together for maybe a good...three years? Yeah...three years or so after Dad died. We were each others' venting sources, and each others' lifelines in a way, but...around the time I was ten, Mom's behavior got significantly more rash and gruesome than it was beforehand. We both suffered a lot more than we did originally, and...as I said earlier, I guess Kai decided he'd had enough.[break][break]
So, one day he just...left. Gathered what he could and left without a word.[break] No words. No apologies.[break] He was there one night, and gone by morning.[break][break]
That was the last time I saw him in the span of a bit over a decade.[break][break]
Iyong ngiti dito sa’king panaginip
[break] But yeah… After Kaiser left, things started getting even rougher back home. By then, it was only Mom and I at home, and, well...needless to say, she didn’t really take the fact that one of her kids hightailed it outta there lightly. I could see how stressed she was over it, so I tried my fucking hardest to avoid her as much as I could, but...well, you could probably guess what happened, and all. After all, we lived together. We were in the same household, and...since I was still a lot younger at the time, I pretty much had no jurisdiction or say in things whatsoever. Mom knew full well that I was trying to avoid her out of fear, so...she just pulled me right back every single time. The screaming started all over again, and even if I constantly tried to apologize and obey her afterwards, she never really showed any mercy. I tried my best to keep her calm. I tried my best to satisfy her and make her proud despite the circumstances. But, like...I guess that no matter what I did, and no matter what I said, I just-...[break][break]
...Heh. It was just never good enough for her~.[break][break]
Sa bawat yugto na aking likha
[break] By, like...I dunno. Age ten? Age eleven? It got bad enough for me since Mom focused everything on me. Y’know… What with being the only other person in the house to vent out on or at and all that stuff. And...since I didn’t really have anyone to cope with anymore, I had to find some way to get over things. So...I found a way. It wasn’t the best way, and it’s...still affecting me to this day ‘cause I took it so out of proportion at the time for sake of coping, and all. But...I still found a means and a way.[break][break]
…[break] ...I just-... All...you need to know is that my coping mechanisms were mainly self harm of some sort. Cutting on top of the abuse. ...Starvation to some extent. Things like that. I-... Heh… Yeah. And...I won’t really expand anymore on that. Sorry~.[break][break]
Ay mga malungkot na tadhana
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Thankfully, he eventually began to turn to other things to cope with. His interest in literature emphasized as one of these coping mechanisms, and it was due to this that he became intent upon pursuing a career in English and literature alike.
Music became an even larger part of his life around this time, too. Because of this, dance and music in general became a major stress outlet- but he tends to depend on music a little bit too much nowadays. Often times, he’ll have an earbud in for sake of listening to music if he doesn’t have it on open speakers, and if he isn’t quite listening for an extensive period of time, he’ll begin to grow a little bit anxious and a little bit more on edge.
He began indulging deeper within close reading, general reading, and character building and plot building alike. This was more as a way to try and create another world for himself to escape to whenever the abuse at home got too rough.
Pinipilit gumising,
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He grew silent because of the seclusion, but in seventh grade at age twelve, he managed to find good and better friends that gradually began to help him open up.
Around this time, Ryan found his father’s old vigilante mask, and stayed stubborn until his mother explained the scenario and told him about the Whispers. Around the same time, he started training to prepare himself to join, and eventually joined within his later teenage years.
For sake of remaining under the surface with the Whispers, he inherited his own, Whisper specific mask, as well as the alias of Thanatos due to the fact that the codenames that other members used within the organization were based off of gods and goddesses.
Umaasang mamulat ang mata
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People came and went throughout his life, and he felt somewhat secluded and subtly inferior to most of his friends through the years, but despite that, he still kept lively and animated with his much closer friends.
While time progressed onwards, Ryan eventually graduated from high school, and went on to attend college as an English major.
Soon after beginning college, he met Arin Windhelm in between classes and breaks.
Dahan-dahan ko’ng ginuguhit
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The two of them spent more time together, and eventually began a relationship with one another earlier within their college lives.
They stayed together even throughout the time that he graduated. She helped him deal with his lingering anxiety and depression, all while returning the love and affection that he gave her on a somewhat constant basis.
Soon after graduation, Ryan managed to land a job as a teacher in the English department.
Ang bawat tamis at mala-lambing
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Time passes, and eventually, the war in Lyeant begins and progresses on.
For sake of attempting to work to try and protect the people, Ryan worked under his Whisper oriented alias and connections in attempt to contribute to the war effort, and to defend the region against Team Imum.
Not too long after engaging within the war himself, he discovered Arin’s direct involvement within the fighting and warring in general.
Na mga ala-alang ika’y
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By the end of the war, Ryan discovered that his mother had died within the general carnage that occurred at the time.
He was conflicted by her death, but ultimately fell into another depression upon fully realizing that his mother was gone, and that both of his parents were each dead.
In the end, he grew bitter and faintly vindictive towards Arin due to the fact that she left him without an explanation, as well as the fact that - as he saw it - she was part of the reason why his mother had died, and that in itself caused him to feel betrayed at the time, as well as within the current day.
Sakin’ naghihintay
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A year after the war, Kaiser came back to try and check up on him, as well as to try and help him recover after hearing what had happened.
After a thorough talk, they kept in constant contact again. It helped ryan jump back as far as broken emotions went.
However, most of hi feelings and emotions were still bottled up. He continued to keep a lot to himself; refusing to vent out to others, and also refusing to see a therapist- though to most, it seemed like one was unnecessary due to the fact that he was always capable of hiding his feelings for the most part.
Kuwento ng buhay
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Another year later, and Arin would have have came back into his life.
After meeting with her and realizing her new involvement within Neo Imum, he decided to bring the Whispers back for sake of prepping to try and take Arin at the very least down, as well as to provide himself with some degree of closure in the event that he succeeded.
To this day, he keeps up with his day job as a teacher, all while also keeping up with his volunteer work, and still taking care to attend to his duties as the leader of the Whispers within other times, as well.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
