tearing at the seams

Alaki · 04-21-2012, 10:20 AM

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Listen up, listen up,There's a devil in the church.
Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .

Word Count → 546 ::Sorry 'bout the wait >.<

Sensing that the other did not intend to accept his offered hand he pulled it back, not the least bit perturbed . Although now that he gave his actions further thought the young samurai began to realise how much of a stupid gesture it was, considering the guy was new to his optime form, such normal gestures used within the two-legged form would no doubt be strange and foreign to the cinnamon male. Stepping back slightly, struck yet again by uncertainty and an uncomfortable feeling that lingered all over him; this wasn't him, he didn't help strangers, didn't be nice because he couldn't do it and always seemed to make a fool out of himself when he tried... things were easier when he ignored others pains and pleas for help, that way he didn't have to struggle to figure out what exactly he was meant to be doing. Hesitantly he forced what he hoped would appear to be an encouraging smile, “No need to rush, take things slowly” he added, trying not to pressure the guy into standing.

But once this Trent could stand and somewhat make it on his own his duty would be over and he could return back into his comfort zone of an cold, uncaring attitude. Watching the other and the storm coloured samurai couldn't help but compare the guy to a new born foal, for in some ways the guy was just like a new born finding his legs, standing shaky at first and growing steadier and more confident as time passed. Casting his mind back he tried to recall his own first shift, only to be confronted with fractured memories of blood and Jay, which summarised the majority of his past prior to joining Anathema. Such was his childhood.. it had begun with slaughter and been further corrupted by the mad Hayashi's lack of parenting skills, although he was forever grateful for Jay saving him and raising him, now that time had passed he couldn't resist nit-picking and insulting his adopted fathers poor attempts at parenting. For his whole life he knew he'd be haunted by his past, reminded of it at random times. All he could do was ignore it, pretend things were fine and push it out of his mind. A temporary solution.

Concentrating on the present he grinned at the other whom was finally stood, “See, not that hard, just takes some getting used to is all” his grin deepened a fraction with strange amusement the male couldn't explain even if he was asked; he just found things and odd situations amusing despite nothing obvious being funny. His dark tail flicked behind him, strangely pleased for the others success, maybe it was because it wasn't everyday he encountered someone going through their first change? Having not remembered his own, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been so feeble looking after his first shift. “So, anywhere I can escort you to? You have somewhere to stay at the moment?” Not that he was trying to be rid of the other, but his kindness and capability to interact with strangers was limited and if the other had somewhere he called home he would take the guy there.... If not, well, he'd think of what to do then.

You can scream and you can shout
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

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