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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 7:55:33 GMT -5
Often times Marilyn wondered how she got through life, especially since each foster home she went to had thrown her back. As much as she wanted to credit her strong personality to her will to keep going, she knew it wasn't true. At least not one hundred percent true. No. What got her through her childhood was thinking of her little sister, Penny. The last time she had even heard from her sister was when they were five. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. Their biological father had gotten blackout drunk, and he had decided that since Penny, as always, wasn't his biological child, he wanted to end her existence. When their mother didn't call the cops for help, Mari had to step up and call in order to save her sister's life. To this day, she wasn't sure if that was the best thing she could have done, but at least Penny was alive. The cops had taken Marilyn to the hospital to sit with her sister and keep the two of them away from their parents, but as soon as Penny was okay again and ready to go home, they were shipped off to different homes in the foster care system. Marilyn hadn't heard from her since then, and she blamed herself. If she would have stayed in Louisiana, Penny could have tracked her down a lot easier. But, Marilyn had wanted a fresh start and ran away to New York.
And today happened to be Penny's eighteenth birthday. Her little sister was now legally an adult and able to leave the foster care system. Marilyn wasn't even sure if Penny had been adopted or if she had been bounced around from home to home like she had. She always wondered what she was like. Was she warm and loving like a princess or was she a rebel with a cause? Did Penny have control issues like her or was she a hippie who let everything just happen how it was supposed to? What did she look like as an adult? Did she also have minimal curves or was she the 'pretty' sister who had curves?
As Marilyn walked down the street to her apartment, she passed a music store, stopping to look at it. Did Penny like music? Did she have a favorite band? That thought compelled her to walk into the store. She browsed the music choices, but it was hopeless. Unless she knew her sister, she would never know what type of music she was into. She would never know if she was into One Direction or Black Veil Brides. That didn't stop her from doing what she did next, though. She still wanted a CD to help her feel closer to her sister, and she figured if she asked someone, they would know. So, she walked up to a store worker, smiling.
"Can you help me with something?"
She asked the boy. She figured Penny would be like a majority of other teenage girls, and she intended to find out what type of music they listened to.
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Post by caine douglas fibonacci on Aug 31, 2015 7:06:34 GMT -5
Caine rocked a ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude most of the time and it had been that way for most of his life. He thought it was the result of having messed up parents and spending time in a system that didn’t really give a damn about the kids it was supposed to protect. He had heard the speeches from his case workers, but as far as he was concerned all they wanted was some good numbers to show at the end of the year, and kids who weren’t going to end up in a prison cell. Caine had just about fit into those statistics, even if the world had painted him as a madman or a monster. In high school, his senior year, he had been followed around by rumours of a criminal lifestyle. He had lost track of most of them, but according to his classmates he was a killer, a thief, a lunatic kept sober enough for school through medication, and a black market trader. Caine hadn’t even come close to any of those things. He had just transferred schools when he had transferred foster families, but no one had ever taken the time to speak to him to know that he was bounced around the system like he was just the shiny metal marble in a pinball machine.
At least these days those rumours only cropped back up if he ran into someone from his past. Usually their reaction was a feigned moment of politeness followed by a hasty exit. Not that he cared. Those people hadn’t given a damn about him back then and he wasn’t going to give a damn now. He was making a future for himself, slowly but surely. He knew he wasn’t the type many expected to see on a college campus unless he was up to no good, but Caine was there to try to better himself. He didn’t want to end up like his parents; the people he had only a speckling of memories of. He would like to have a life he could be proud of, and he knew many kids like him never got that chance. Caine didn’t want to be another number, or faceless stacker of shelves down at the grocery store. He wanted a life.
Academy Records was a starting place, he guessed. It was better than most places he could think of working. At least here there was good music and occasionally a ticket or two to see a band that had done an in-store signing. It had perks he could live with. Plus, the hours were friendly for his classes at the college, and it didn’t take him long to ride his bike between the two places. He thought cars in the city were ridiculous, but his motorbike was his baby. Hearing the voice, he looked over his shoulder from where he had been fixing a display. “What is it?” He asked without cracking a smile. Caine almost always spoke in monotone, and rarely found anything to smile about.
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