(This is the first part of a roleplay I'm doing with a guy Tenchopunk, named Andy. It's a bullyxbullied. I play the character Jake, Vincent, and Ann. He plays Ranger, Panzer, Sienna, and Jasper. It's my favorite so far ^^.)
Jake- 
Ranger- 
Vincent-
Ann- 
Panzer-
Sienna- 
Jasper-  )
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The metal strings stuck under long, skilled fingers. The music formed within him, out of him, and the carefully chosen lyrics followed with each chord; "This world will never be, what I expected." A voice of a young, passionate male echoed through the bleached walls, bouncing around the second story, slowly engulfing the entire home, mingling with the outside, buzzing city. "And if I don't belong, you would have guessed it." However, the charming musician was not always praised on by the care put into the rock guitar, or patient, yet rebellious voice. Stepping from the narrow hallway, a man shot daggers at the other as the rising and falling voice of the singer occupied his tired ears, and mind.
"Shut it off, Jake." The order came with some level of venom in it.
Of course, no music could play while geezer bats slept in the day, right? I can't tell you how many times Panzer interrupts my practicing. Though, I should be thankful that he doesn't snatch my Gibson right from my hands, and take it to the wall like his threatens. Either way, I shut off the shining, cherry red guitar, and the amplifier, except for my mouth, which 'respectfully' continued; "You got problems with the music? Good, Crabs, at least you still got some of your hearing!!" I politely screamed the rest through cupped hands. I don't know why exactly l call him 'Crabs', when his name is something priceless as Panzer, c'mon, use your imagination! But, I guess Crabs matches his crabby attitude.
Panzer is an old guy, not 'wrinkles blowing in the wind' old, but definitely pushing forty-something now. Crabs merely made a meaty fist that could easily go through my thick skull, but never less behaved. Panzer Ford is my father-like figure, or a complete stranger. He's a good guy, not a saint, but no where near abusive, and keeps Ranger's hand-me-downs on my back, and the top of a tattoo shop roof over my head. Can't complain, I guess, not like I can go anywhere else, any way. Soon enough, a skinny women was besides Crabs, her long limbed arms drew across his shoulders, and her slender face against his own.
Sienna, my mother-like stranger. She's definitely the quietest person here. I'm pretty sure she's so skinny, and small (At least in my eyes, she could gain a few pounds.) because she can't be heard when she's hungry- not like it matters, there's no good in the kitchen. She's an okay lady, but nothing more, nothing less sadly. She's my newly found real mother, (Don't worry, we'll open that Soap Opera later.) yup, the tattoo artist, nocturnal skeleton is my mommy.
Seeing the two show any affection is nerve wrecking for me, really. When Panzer hugs, or kisses her, I fear he'll snap her like a twig. She despises loud noises more than anything else, and I'm pretty sure she told Crabs to tell me to pipe it down. She'll never order me to do that herself, though. Far too sweet or quiet to. No one messes with Sienna, though. You either do it, or shut your yap when it comes to her.
Soon enough, another member of our colorful family came through the front door. A sight for sore eyes, that's for sure. The teen that lazily threw down a mysterious backpack to the floor was none other than Ranger Ford. Ranger is my half-brother, but hardly an age difference between us, by ten months only. He's a splitting image of his father; the same messy hair, broad body, and towering height. He's the only one I can relate to; to love.
No stranger, that's for sure. Stepping up to me, he stood at my side, he's a few heads taller, so I have to look up to see his face. Ranger and I is as close as it gets, we share the same clothes, bed, and probably everything except fathers. (Ghetto style!) Ranger at times is a drunken sailor- OK, all the time- he has defined 'Potty mouth' (Don't worry, kiddies. I'm not permitted to repeat them.)
But, strangely enough, I find it near charming with his brutal slaughter of the English language, maybe it's just him growing off on me. Ranger is the reason I live here, found Sienna, and other things we'll get at. The killer stare he gives could send other guys running, but for the rest of the us, it's unaffecting. His thick arm (I mean, honestly, Ranger is a monster.) around my least broad shoulders. (Guitar does not get you ripped, people.)
The awkward silence never was comforting for me, and the cheesy smile to Ranger didn't break any tension. I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable around all of them at once, I mean I can cuddle up to Ranger in the middle of the night, I can go toe-to-toe with Panzer, and seldomly talk to Sienna, but when were all together, I fell as if I just don't fit; two big guys, and Mr. Delicate? I'm sure Sienna can make me cry if she wanted to! I don't mean to be so easily broken, I mean part of the guitar, and attitude is to show Panzer I can be a man too, not the adorable kid. Sure, it got me by when I was fourteen, I mean, then I would give my puppy eyes, and Ranger would do my biddings, but I don't want that now! I want respect, at least some of it. Though, I doubt Panzer, or Ranger could see that seriously.
I'm sixteen, I deserve it, right? Who do I have to kill for that? (Seeming I highly doubt Panzer hasn't kill a guy before.) I guess he just sees the adorable, once pampered rich kid. Alright, ya ready to read that twist? Good.
I was eight years old when it begins...
My real mom, Sienna spilt when I turned almost a year old, and left me with my filthy rich father, Vincent. (I seriously have to ask her why she did that. A millionaire to a poor women?) Well, Vince here couldn't make heads or tails of a baby, so he hired a baby sitter, the young women who I called 'Mom' for the rest of my life. Ann and Vincent got married, but due to difficulties, Vincent spilt on her, for all I knew it was revenge, the guy just didn't feel like a man unless he left a women in return. Any who, I was seven years old, and the richie boy life style came to an end, but Ann took me as her own still, and we lived together dirt poor, no fairy tale there, sadly.
We carried on, though. I was finishing elementary school in this lousy neighborhood. Though nothing exciting happened till I was a fresh men at Blue Rivers High. As soon as I got there, however, it wasn't as warm and friendly as sipping apple juice with a whole bunch of four foot Sponge Bob worshippers. I wasn't picked on as much, but ignored. Completely.
Even the teachers hardly knew I was there, really. It was around my second week when I was noticed by one guy; Ranger. He was my relentless bully for two months before anything else. I was terrified by him, I'll admit it; it was pretty down right miserable, and with no one to help, seeming mom was busy with two shifts to notice anything, but to ask for a clean house. It wasn't just the pounding dealt on me, but later on was the mind games, how Ranger was right about everything. So, this pushed me to prove him wrong when he said I was isolated, and it didn't go well. Brad and his crew was formally known as the gang, or mafia of the school.
So guess who tried to be friends?
Your favorite Jakey... I winded up with a broken leg in the end, and only Ranger caring did he take me to Jasper. Now, something to say about the makeshift doc; I couldn't go to a say, normal hospital because I had no insurance, and mom would have to work even more to pay for it. Me being the adoring son took the bus to breaking the law. Well, after Jasper fixed that boo-boo, I was informed that I would have to pay him back in favors (I never did by the way.) So, all I needed to do was hide my broken leg from mom.
That was easy enough, it was getting to school that got the Drama Files (As I named them. Pretty catchy, huh?) started. When walking- or limping- to school one day, I spotted a Sports car following me, it was kinda hard to miss in the down town normal selection of cars. Well, I winded up taking the offer of being drove to school by the stranger. (Not recommended, kiddies.) When I got back, I woke up Ranger from sleeping at his desk.
After bragging about the stranger giving me some big bucks (Which he placed in my pocket before I left.) I offered dinner, but Ranger had breakfast on the mind. However, my lovely mouth got me arguing with the him, and received a much needed punch, however this wittle commotion brought back the rich guy. To skip the boring parts of him insisting he taking me to my house, and jumping to me being forced into the car, and gong Jackie Chan on me, and smashing the front window, and kicking Richie Boy out to the sidewalk. But, alas, like all good thrillers, the guy turned out be a cop, with flashy badge, bangy gun, and all; 'That's assault on a police officer' cheese.
So what do law abinding fourteen year olds do who only meant to protect another? Floor it. Ranger drove, I screamed like a sissy little girl... So, after a thrilling, heart stopping ten minutes, Ranger ditched the car in a crash, and escaped. We had to get to Jasper's because we were banged up. So, we made it to Jasper's without being spotted.
While Ranger passed out, Richie boy/ cop was back, with his badge even shiner, and saying were all under arrest. During this time, Panzer had made it there. Turns out cop is Vincent, and has a grudge against Panzer for 'stealing' his wife. So after a long, confusing argument between them, I found out I was Ranger's half brother, and that Ann wasn't my real mom (Big 'O.M.G' there.) So, again I winded up in Vincent's car, no arrests made out.
I got home to liquor bottles scattered about the apartment, and mom no where to be found. Well, this was explained later at one o' clock AM, when the police came o' knockin'. I thought they came for me, that Ranger was in the back of their car, but, no. Mom was in the hospital from an accident, and arrested for D.U.I, and I needed a place to stay, and those lovely men in dark blue were not giving out free hotel keys. Well, take a panicky teen, and mix him with a phone call to his suppose 'dad', and what do you get? Rejection.
Yup, Mr. Fancy Pants said he couldn't help, but gave me two options; Shelter, or find supposed real mom. I wasn't going to the shelter anytime soon, so I winded up walking in the ice rain to a tattoo shop (Those lovely men in uniform weren't giving rides either.) So, what do you do when you answer the door at one AM, and a teary eyed boy tells you your his mother, and he needs a place to stay, because his step mom might as well be dead? You let him in, and allow him to sleep in your son' bed, of course! So, Ranger had the final say, and I found myself a new home.
Well, a good six months passed, and Panzer lessons to toughen up, and sleeping in a twin bed in a grimy room full of metal, and machinery grew on me. It was alright, till Vincent called, and played the Messenger of Death; Ann died. The guy had to tell me over the phone, huh? And just hang up afterwards as if nothing happened?
How did I take it? Well, I never got to visit her in the hospital, or talk to her, so I knew nothing, I was just ready to appear at court. I went practically insane to put it bluntly. Denial, rage, and depression all at once. I tried to run to the hospital to prove Vincent wrong, but running down the street with only boxers and tears didn't fly well with Ranger or Panzer, and I forced back home, several times. So, locking myself up in our room, and screaming at them through it worked for awhile.
I was a mess, simple as that. I blamed Ranger for starting this, I blamed Panzer for making Sienna leave, I blamed Sienna for giving birth to me, and Vincent for stressing my mom out. (She drank because during the time he went looking for me, he called her, and she went looking for me, too. But, all she found was the side of a mini van.) What was I suppose to do? Your mom dies, and the last words to her was 'The house is clean' And further more, the mother you knew; Kind, caring, and selfless dies as a criminal, taking a nine year old girl with her in the crash?!
I could have killed myself, Panzer's tools seemed made for suicide, but I was stronger than I seemed, and I didn't let those thoughts linger long. (Nah, I killed myself, just messin' with ya.) So, after accepting my mother's death, and gathering around her burnt ashes, I returned to my home, with Ranger. I became an official Ford family member, and still is, here with my brother-who when he found out I was older by ten months lost it- and my stranger parents. What more is to it? I just want to know what does the rest of the Drama Files have in store for me in the future.
Get a life,
Jacob Taylor Ford
 Melchrome · Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 04:01am · 1 Comments |
