❝ I’m not saying I HATE taking care of my kids, it’s just —- - hard. It’s very hard. Especially since my job isn’t, well, paid that good. I LOVE them to death, all three of them. But, I fear them being taken away from my lack of financial status. ❞
Aiden doesn’t get mad, but is more concerned than anything else. The male takes the nearly emptied bottle from him, setting it on the table closest to them with a hand gently brushing away his blonde hair. ❝ Hayden, ❞ He speaks softly, taking a step forwards to wrap an arm carefully around the smaller. ❝ sweetheart, drinking —- - isn’t going to help. Please, tell me what’s going on. ❞
❝ No, it fucking doesn’t. Because I know what it feels like to be compared to my brother & it hurts. & I shouldn’t have gone there.I KNOW I shouldn’t have. If anyone was acting childish it was me, not James. I am the adult & I shouldn’t have said something so CHILDISH. So, no. It doesn’t make me feel good. Thanks for reminding me about it, dick. ❞
█ ▌┋❝ You were a handful, but I’m not complaining. (oliver & leigh.)
❝ Daaad, ❞ Oliver whines ; his head lowers as he hides his embarrassment behind his curtain of dark hair, ❝ Can you maybe NOT make me blush like a school girl around my DAUGHTER, please?? I was NOT cute, I was a mucky, dirty little scoundrel as a child, ❞ He jokes as he lifts his hazel-greens up to meet his father’s gaze. Leigh’s still got a toothless grin on her face as she plays with Aiden’s fingers—fascination evident on her features.It’s clear to Oliver that Leigh’s going to have a good relationship with his dad, which made him feel content.
❝ Yeah, you were just the WORST child. ❞ He grins back Oliver for a moment before turning towards the little one again. ❝ I’m joking. You weren’t that bad as a child. You just climbed on everything & occasionally left your crib. But, I still loved you just the same. ❞ The girl still had that same child on her lips, her freckled covered cheeks becoming more prominent every time she let out a soft giggle. Aiden still comparing her to when Oliver was a child in his head.
█ ▌┋❝ I don’t know what to do to make it up for you. (jamie.)
Yeah, he’s sorry NOW. Wasn’t sorry approximately thirty seconds ago when he was SAYING those mean things. Jamie blinks, balled-up fists swiping at his eyes in a desperate attempt to erase the evidence of how near he was to CRYING. Besides, he KNOWS what his father says is wrong – he’s NOT smart, or ‘brilliant,’ or talented, and he KNOWS these things are true about himself. Compared to his brothers he’s AVERAGE at best. ❝ Yeah, WHATEVER. You don’t have to make things up to make me FEEL better. ❞
With a GUILT RIDDEN look, the elder watches how the younger rubbed his hand against those colored eyes of his. ❝ Jamie, I —- - ❞ Taking a harsh breath, Aiden begins to fidget lightly with the ring on his finger. ❝ how can —- - I’ll just get out of your hair. Feel free to do whatever. I need to WORK, anyways. ❞ He tensed his shoulders as the gaze from his son looked PAST him before turning away. ❝ I don’t care how you see it, but when I say I’m SORRY I’m sincere about it. ❞ He reaches into his pocket as he began to walk away from the younger, hues focused on the phone in hand, with an attempt to calm his breathing.
█ ▌┋❝ Your cheeks looked very smooch-able. (jamie.)
James snickers, lips pulling into an amused grin as his father relives whatever strict punishments grandma and grandpa had dished out all those years ago (practically a millennia, he thinks, which only adds to his amusement). ❝ That sounds like a really horrible campfire story. Some say if you listen close you can still hear her yelling. ❞
❝ Wait, can you hear that ? ❞ Aiden paused for a moment, looking around the room as he leaned close to Jamie. ❝ Because it sounds exactly like your grandmother yelling at me all those years ago, &it sounds very distinct. ❞ A small grin began to form before looking back at Jamie. ❝ Maybe she’s here with us right now !❞ The redhead quickly wrapped his arms around the younger one, pulling him close as he began to plant kisses all over the features of Jamie’s cheek.
hey remember that one time you let two of your sons have abusive relationships and then belittled the third one only to apologize once he was upset? remember that? good times : )
With a thick swallow, Aiden begins to feel lightheaded. A hands trails to meet the top of his forehead, rubbing it in a slight circular motion. ❝ I didn’t —- - I didn’t KNOW they were toxic relationships. They NEVER told me. They don’t —- - tell me much anymore. & for Jamie, I —- - ❞ No excuse can be formed for the last one. Desire to forget that argument never appears to leave the traces of his mind. Aiden KNOWS what he did was wrong. & he knows that a parent COMPARING him to his brothers puts you in a harsh spot. He’s been there, so Aiden knew BETTER than to even go there. ❝ I DIDN’T mean it. I NEVER meant those things to Jamie. God, he’s so TALENTED but he just can’t see it, & it tears at me to see him doubt himself. & me saying those fucking —- - & me saying those things only makes it WORSE. I KNOW what I did was wrong. I know I probably FUCKED up some portion of his life —- - I probably broke the last string of TRUST I even HAD with him. With my OWN son. DO you know what that feels like ? To have your children SHUT you out ? It hurts. It fucking hurts a lot. But, not as much as what I said to Jamie. & I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make it up to him. He deserves a better father than I. ❞
█ ▌┋❝ I think I even remember what she said. (jamie.)
The idea of his FATHER smoking weed and booking it away from the AUTHORITIES is certainly an entertaining one. He giggles, curling closer to Aiden as balled up fists rise to swipe at Jamie’s dark eyes, eliminating the evidence of his emotional near-outburst just moments ago. ❝ Did you get CAUGHT? After you ran. Did anyone FIND you or anything, did you get in any TROUBLE? ❞
With a smile, Aiden wraps an arm to bring the younger closer to him, absentmindedly rubbing the others shoulder. ❝ Well, if you consider getting one SERIOUS lecture from your grandparents about coming home high & getting grounded for months a form of getting in trouble, then, YES. Oh my GOD yes. I think I still hear your grandmother yelling in my ear sometimes. ❞
█ ▌┋❝ She is related to you, so she might be a bit difficult. (oliver.)
Leigh gives a toothless grin to her grandparent, her wide-eyes creasing as she did so, squealing gleefully as she grips at his finger ; Oliver’s smile splits his face as he grins. ❝ I think she likes you, dad, ❞ He grins && looks up at his father. ❝ She does?? ❞ Oliver doesn’t see it, all he sees is his beautiful baby girl, ❝ I guess she has my eyes, ❞ He muses, looking at his father && watching as the tear falls. ❝ Nah, not really…don’t be sorry, I understand, ❞ He wraps his arm around his old man’s shoulders, bringing him closer. Leigh giggles as she plays with Aiden’s fingers contentedly. Her grin remains as she looks up at her grandfather, her feet kicking in excitement as she turns to look at Oliver.
The redhead feels the warm embrace of the other wrap around him with a feeling of content. He nudges slightly closer to him as his hand continues to play around with the little one as the grin on his pale lips resided. ❝ What ? ❞ With a curious look, he glances back at the other. ❝ How can you not see it ? She has the freckles you had when you were a child. They were the cutest aspect about you. Then again, you were an all around cute child. ❞
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it's 2019, & the world he'd know before is long since dead & there's none, if little, hope of bringing it back. it's up to party poison, the leader of the Fab Four, to take down the company who plans on creating a society with no self expression nor liveliness.
The fight at BLIND headquarters left him ghosted, body left for them to experiment with. The thought that they would just toss his body, & be left to rot was what they hoped for. Not for Party Poison to become a full on weapon BLIND would later use against the local killjoys.
MODERN
Meet Aiden Chance, a local artist who covers the town from it's head to it's toe in artwork. He spent many years majoring in art & decided to show off what he's learned.
The origin of vampires have been around for quite sometime. But, no one really knows how long they've walked amoung the living. Aiden Chance is one of those vampires that couldn't care less about how this vampire thing started. He's kinda sick of it, but he'd be lying if he didn't mind the whole immortal thing.
The world around him is in complete, & utter choas. The corrupted government, crooked politcians, & the copius amounts of secrets being hiden from the public makes him sick to the core. He decided it was about time to truly expose what the US government really is.
Due to a heavy overdose of hallucinogenics, Aiden, who calls himself Party poison, was admitted to a nearby psych ward, where BLIND were the nurses taking care of him, and the killjoys were more sick patients. Feel free to take a visit once and awhile.
Meet Aiden chance, 17 & full of spirit with big head on his shoulder with an ever bigger mouth. It's assured that he can cause some major trouble when desired, but most of the time he's all bark no bite.
WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: Older years, late thirties
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: Graduate Degree ( dd verse. master’s / doctoral in specific verses. )
LIKES: The smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline, burning rubber, smoking weed & cigarettes, drinking vodka & the rain
DISLIKES: Showers, obnoxiously long hair, darkness & blood
DISPOSITION: Flirtatious, sometimes apathetic
EXTRAS: Heavy drug user in Danger Days verse, often snorts cocaine & take hallucinogenics. DMT, PCP, LSD, Acid, & Ecstasy. Very manipulative & demanding, typically selfish as well.
BIOGRAPHY
[ REDRACTED ] , also commonly known as PARTY POISON in the region of the zones, is the leader of fabulous four. Standing at five foot nine, he is distinct, standing out in the zones with an ICONIC red hair & blue jacket.
Within this clique, he stands with three other members. Called FUN GHOUL, JET STAR, & KOBRA KID. All of which, fall under the command of him. Which, is no problem. Since they all fight the same fight. They don’t have much choice if they want to keep the world full of it’s own individuality & away from the ruthless rule of the BETTER LIVING INDUSTRIES. They only have one way ruling their world ; keeping it black & white, plain & simple. No curious people means no problems or concerns. So, they just toss them a pill to keep them in a straight line. This is why KILLJOYS are here to stop this inhumane way of treating those who don’t even know WHAT they’re getting themselves into.
You are either a KILLJOY, or living within Battery City, only allowing this horrendous way of living to only be VALIDATED. It’s easier to fight for what’s right then live a life full of lies.
Leigh gives a toothless grin to her grandparent, her wide-eyes creasing as she did so, squealing gleefully as she grips at his finger ; Oliver’s smile splits his face as he grins. ❝ I think she likes you, dad, ❞ He grins && looks up at his father. ❝ She does?? ❞ Oliver doesn’t see it, all he sees is his beautiful baby girl, ❝ I guess she has my eyes, ❞ He muses, looking at his father && watching as the tear falls. ❝ Nah, not really…don’t be sorry, I understand, ❞ He wraps his arm around his old man’s shoulders, bringing him closer. Leigh giggles as she plays with Aiden’s fingers contentedly. Her grin remains as she looks up at her grandfather, her feet kicking in excitement as she turns to look at Oliver.
