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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 11:07:12 GMT -6
 This was... odd. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. He wasn't even sure how to describe how he felt. Alone? Was that it? Something just felt off. He sat on the ground cross-legged outside, by the front door of the manor. The entire time, he'd just been staring at the ground. Rider's Deck and Young Justice - many of them his friends - were gone, but what hit him the most was that his brother was gone. He hadn't known Carlos for as long as he'd liked to and now his brother was gone. He felt left out, forgotten, off. He'd wanted to join Titans Dark even after Carlos had turned down the offer. But now that he was without him, he didn't feel whole. He didn't feel right. He didn't know what to do or say. He was depressed, but he didn't realize it. He hadn't felt this way since losing his mom. Carlos was still alive, but he still felt like a piece of him, a major piece of his life, was missing. He wanted to go off and find Ian and hang out with him. He wanted to turn into a cat and curl up on Serenity's lap. He wanted to steal some food and play keep away with Stephen. He wanted to chase Sorina around. He wanted to be alone. The conflicting feelings and wants only confused him more and depressed him more. Raptor pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and rubbed his face with them, trying to snap himself out of it. He wanted the bad feelings to go away. But they wouldn't go away. He couldn't stop thinking about his friends who had left or his brother. He thoughts even wandered to his mom. He hadn't thought about her in a while. He missed her so much. He yearned for her guidance, her love. She had made everything seem like it was going to be okay. He wanted everything to be okay. He needed everything to be okay. He sniffled, trying hard not to cry. He didn't like feeling sad or alone. He didn't like being depressed. Why couldn't he just be happy? Why couldn't the world just be nothing but one big happy place? There was beauty in life, and he never stopped thinking that, but he'd come to realize that there's also pain. And he didn't think this was the worst pain he would ever feel. He actually thought more was to come in his future. And that scared him. He pulled his legs up and hugged them to his chest, resting his chin down on his knees. Nope, he didn't like this feeling at all. WORDS:; 448 OUTFIT:; linkTAG:; Titans Dark, open to anyone who'd come across the Manor. MUSE:; n/a NOTES:; Meh, not the best post but kinda wanted to do something with Rappy, to show he's not always happy go-lucky. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 10:04:15 GMT -6
As far as days went, Stephen Constantine thought that day seemed normal. He'd woken up, made a daily sacrifice to some heathen god so he could place a long distance call to the land of the dead for an upcoming mission, and then he had breakfast. Every other meal, as Steve thought, was unnecessary, and he needed to free up time to think. A lot had happened in the past year, but he'd simply ignored everything from then until now. It was about time, he thought, that he figured out what he was going to do with his life. The hour or two that he used for lunch would be enough if he locked himself in his office and didn't open the door. Instead he heard a sniffling noise outside the window from the front porch. Even though he'd set the time aside for himself, Stephen had to fight the urge to see who was upset, but it was to no avail; his narcissism lost as he stood from the desk, pulled the blinds, and opened the window to lean outside. It was sort of surprising to see Rappy sniffling, but it was also a little unexpected. He was the emotional one on the team since he was, really, a child at heart. Usually he was excited at some marvelous new thing that he didn't know existed but we all took for granted. Constantine wondered how he should approach the situation for just a minute before settling on the "concerned smartass leader" approach. Maybe Stephen shouldn't have worn that Han Solo, but that was the personality he wanted to emulate right now. What would Han do? Steve leaned over the window-sill and yelled down at Rappy, "I heard you crying, did you hurt yourself again? Another paper-cut in the library?"
WORDS: 300 OUTFIT: Dress slacks, white shirt with rolled up sleeves, red tie, suspenders, and reading glasses. His coat is on the coat rack. TAG: whisper; MUSE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q57Lqk_6dXMNOTES: He's slowly adjusting to the leader role, on accident. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 16:07:57 GMT -6
save me if i become my demons His hearing picked up on Stephen before he even spoke, hearing him walk. He hadn't thought much of it. He always heard his teammates walking around. It was the ghosts that always startled him. He didn't think they made much sounds, if any at all. That was one of the reasons he liked chasing and hunting them. They were harder to find. It was more of a challenge, and without him realizing it, it was honing a tracking skill he just might someday need.
He wasn't sure what to do when he was caught crying. Should he deny it and try to hide it? Would he get any comfort from Stephen if he didn't hide it? He pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them and holding them close to his chest. He chose not to look back at Stephen, taking a moment to find his voice and choose his words.
"I miss my brother," he said after a minute or two of silence, "He left... I haven't been left since Mom. I don't like how it feels." Honesty was always his default setting. He technically knew how to lie, it wasn't that complicated. He just didn't understand the purpose of lying, and he wasn't very good at it to begin with. He was an open book, and he wasn't that hard to read. That's why he found keeping a secret identity odd. He wanted to share both parts of his life with the people who mattered to him. Though Ian was the only important person in his life who didn't know.
He looked over his should, gazing up at Stephen, his blue eyes bright. "Where have you been?" he asked, his curiosity naturally overlaying any other emotion he felt. His curiosity always got the better of him. Had Stephen come to talk to him because he'd heard him crying? Or maybe there was a mission he needed his help on? He thought a mission would be good, get his mind off of everything. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 15:24:58 GMT -6
"Oh," Constantine mumbled, "this is your first taste at social isolation, isn't it?"Stephen knew it wasn't normal, or it wasn't supposed to be normal, for people to spend as much time as he did isolated. There was an old adage in sociology that humans evolved to be social creatures, and humans relied on social interaction to survive today as they did millions of years before. People may not be hunting and gathering in small tribes, but communication happens on a daily basis. Stephen wondered if Raptor's isolation would cause a problem for the team. Reluctantly, he admitted that the greater value Raptor placed on social interaction was going to hurt him for the time being. The leader couldn't let that hurt the team, even if it was one or two people short-handed. After Constantine took that into account, Raptor's question caught him off-guard. What had he been doing? Stephen had been existing and just had concern for his teammate when he opened the window. There was a matter he'd wanted to get around to later, but he planned on doing that alone. That was the routine; work alone. Instead, this "mission" seemed like a perfect opportunity to get to know the demon-spawn in front of him. Missions were useful for taking your mind off things however trivial they may be. In fact, the mission that Constantine had in mind didn't seem like a big deal. He'd heard that there was some zombie in Jump City. Another rumor in the great ghost grapevine was that the zombie was in the Titan Tower. Constantine shrugged it off that morning as a joke, but it would be fun. Stephen bellowed from the window, "Actually, there is something that we could go look into. It's nothing world ending today, but I heard through the grapevine that the Titans had a zombie problem. It shouldn't be that difficult. We can probably stop for groceries on the way back too. Interested?"
WORDS: 326 OUTFIT: Dress slacks, white shirt with rolled up sleeves, red tie, suspenders, and reading glasses. His coat is on the coat rack. TAG: @whisper MUSE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngORmvyvAaINOTES: Time to crash the party.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 23:38:39 GMT -6
He took a moment, mouthing the words social isolation as his mind worked and defined each word separately before putting the definitions together and trying to figure out what Stephen meant by them. Once he figured it out, he made an o with his mouth. Social isolation, huh? He didn't like this social isolation. He wanted it to stop. "Does it go away?" he asked, hoping the answer would be yes. He liked being around people, around the living. He had fun chasing the ghosts and had nothing against them, but they weren't the best companions. He looked over at Stephen. Stephen was team leader, but they were also friends, right? Being on a team meant they were family, right? Young Justice was a team, and they were all friends. Rider's Deck was a team and a family. He wanted to ask if this team was friends or a family or both, but he bit his tongue. He wasn't quite sure why. But the possibility that the answer would be no... He shook his head. He didn't like that train of thought. He perked up, full attention on Stephen at the mention of a mission. He hadn't been on many missions, even back when he'd been part of Rider's Deck. And he'd often been told he needed more experience. What better way to gain experience than go on more missions? Raptor tilted his head to the side at the mention of a zombie. He knew what zombies were - he'd once offended Carlos by asking if he was a zombie. Since Carlos wasn't one, he'd never actually met a zombie... That he knew of or remembered, of course. He could have forgotten about one. "Have you ever met a zombie?" he asked, standing up and stepping forward to stand closer to the window Stephen was framed with. "Are they not nice?" He had more questions, naturally. He always had questions, but he had been learning how to choose better times for his questions. People didn't seem to like being bombarded with questions. He grinned, his cat-like tail flicking into existence behind him. "Only if we get toast."
WORDS:; 356 OUTFIT:; linkTAG:; stephenjconstantine MUSE:; n/a NOTES:; Idk why but Rappy suddenly really likes toast. |
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