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Post by πΎππππππππ on Mar 8, 2017 20:29:02 GMT -5
will respond tonight
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Mar 9, 2017 14:47:39 GMT -5
I'm sorry x.x I fell asleep. Will respond when I get back from the vet
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 14:50:59 GMT -5
no rush! My activity hasn't been great these past few days, so you're good
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Mar 10, 2017 2:52:17 GMT -5
Ok I'm terrible -.- I went to this show with my brother and then chatted with some friends. Ugh. I will respond when I wake up for real this time
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Mar 10, 2017 21:12:46 GMT -5
Icarus ;; πΎππππππππ
Mackenzie would have loved to say that life wasn't about doing stupid things either, but Ryker wouldn't listen to her, she knew that much. While Mackenzie did try to do her absolute best in school, it wasn't just for her, she was trying to make her father proud. Even if he was gone from Earth, it didn't mean he left her thoughts. He was always in the back of her mind. Not that she ever hinted at it, especially to Ryker. He already thought she was a stick in the mud, she wasn't planning on adding onto that by being a sorrowful stick in the mud. But she had no time to think about the past, as Ryker mentioning a bar snapped her out of them. He wasn't of legal drinking age, he knew that, Mackenzie knew that, the whole school knew that, but apparently it didn't matter. Ryker may have been struggling with those inner demons of his, but drinking would solve nothing. If anything, it would make him feel worse. Or too drunk to feel anything at all.
Mackenzie opened her mouth to say something but Ryker unintentionally cut her off when he spoke about his brother. Mackenzie wasn't there when it happened, she had only moved to this school about a year a half ago, but the day Ryker told her about him, was the first time she really saw that beneath his adrenaline junkie label, he was broken. Ryker truly became human to her then, instead of some high school legend. She looked at Rykerβs profile, since he was turned slightly as he was focused on his car, and gave him a warm, sympathetic gaze from behind her glasses. Mackenzie put her hand on his arm in a comforting gesture and waited a few moments before saying anything. βI know, you miss him. But can you just do me a favor and be careful? You're my best friend, and I hate to see you hurt. And not just physically. Try and...not do anything stupid.β that includes drinking. She added on in her head. While Mackenzie can't tell Ryker what to do, or make him do what she thought was best, maybe she can get to him through psychological means or through morals. Hopefully he wouldn't think that she was using Jericho as a way to get to him, that was far from the truth. Ryker's knee-jerk reaction was to think that Mackenzie was using Jericho to try and convince him to get on a cleaner path, and a wave of dark, hot, burning rage washed through his chest, building in pressure behind his breast-bone. He bit his tongue to break himself out of the haze. Mackenzie wouldn't do such a thing, and he knew that; still, the anger lingered, though it shifted about and sought a new target. He remained quiet for a moment, twirling the keys around his pointer finger. He opened the back door and slung his bookbag onto the seat. He still didn't speak as he closed the door, and when he turned to look at Mackenzie, the look in his eyes was tired, drained, and fatigued. His soul was tired; he didn't know what to do with his life. While Ryker was by no means an alcoholic, he'd discovered that booze could... dull the ragged edges of the hole that Jer's death had left within him. When Jer had died, it had left a gaping hole within Ryker that he'd struggled with for a long time. It was as if when he finally taped the hole shut, that he taped it too tightly. He didn't know if he could let another person in further than Mackenzie had gotten; he didn't think he was capable. Ryker sighed to himself.
"I'll be fine, Mack," he said, a weary note in his voice. "I always am." That wasn't entirely true, but Mackenzie didn't need to know the number of near misses Ryker had encountered. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd almost gotten into a fight at a bar, or somewhere else; Ryker was hot-headed enough, but sometimes alcohol could make it worse. He'd never initiated a fight, though. He hadn't stooped that low, and he made a silent promise to Mackenzie that he would get through the night, unscathed. If anything, at least it would make her stress levels regarding his safety go down.
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