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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 21:34:12 GMT -5
Marilyn was told by many, many people that she needed to get out more. She was told that she took life too seriously, and that if she didn't go out and have fun sometime soon, she would have a heart attack. So, she let her friends take her out for the night. They told her they were going to a local bar, and that it was karaoke night. Marilyn had actually never done karaoke, seeing as she had been passed around from home to home in the foster care system. The only somewhat normal part of her life, when she lived with Edward, she was busy working and going to school. She was too busy to go out and make friends with people, and she was definitely too busy to go sing karaoke with people. Another thing was, Edward was a good guy and all, but he was quiet and shy. He didn't really promote random singing. So, tonight she was kind of nervous. She wasn't sure she would get up there and sing. In fact, she was almost positive she wasn't going to get up and sing.
She met her friends down at the Font Bar, and shortly after pledging that they would stay beside her the entire night, they had gotten too tipsy and went off with some guys. She watched as her friends drunkenly embarrassed themselves to impress boys by singing karaoke. She smiled and cheered for them when they finished, mostly because she didn't want them to feel as if they had done bad, and when someone she didn't know went up, she turned around on her bar stool, ordering herself a Diet Coke. Marilyn hadn't really felt comfortable enough to drink when her friends were hammered like they were. She felt obligated to get them home safely, even if it meant she couldn't drink. She sipped at her Diet Coke, scrolling through Facebook on her phone. It wasn't exactly the most exciting night of her life, but she figured it would be easier to sit here and wait until her friends went home than it would be to go home and tell Edward that she had gone home because she was bored. She didn't want him to think that she wasn't adjusting well to college life. She didn't want to let him down. He seemed to always lecture her on going out more and being social, and she knew that's how dad's were supposed to act, but it was quite annoying.
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Post by caine douglas fibonacci on Dec 28, 2015 17:49:13 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.
He was still young though, and his weekends were spent partying with friends around New York City. Caine wasn’t going to waste his life trying to be perfect when he knew he wasn’t going to be. Font Bar was one of his favourite haunts and he was there without needing to be asked twice. His bottle of beer empty, he moved back to the bar, his eyes falling on a bored looking girl in the space next to him. “You’re supposed to have a good time when you come to a bar. Just a hint for you, sweetheart.” He said, leaning in close while he waited for one of the bartenders to come down his way for his order.
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