Fly With the Rest

Im going to start a hoverboard store in Vincennes Indiana. Im getting the equipment needed currently and I'll use the funds from the store to work on the rest of my projects :3

The love Octagon?

In Thoughts' Rave the characters tend to be lovable to say the least. Although there are only three or four real relationships you could be lead to believe in many possibilities for coupling. Both main Characters Darion and Dylan (twins) are completely jaw dropped in love with Meoko until the intro of a half dozen new characters come into view. Dylan is nearly portrayed as a pimp but honestly doesn't get too involved with any character other than two. Reading the story will tell you exactly who. Dylan is the official symbol character of the story along side Meoko and Darion. (Darion completely cuts off any feelings for anyone other than Meoko =^-^= such a trouper)

Then there was Her

Like the terrifying thunder of a storm, the booming sound echoes through the ally as the baseball bat connects with his skull leaving the unavoidable image of the stars in the boy's blood shot eyes. As his, now limp, body hits the wet, warm pavement the last sound is the voice of a little girl crying his name. "Darion!" the girl called. But even as this girl calls his name he has already lost the will to fight as well as lost the will to stay conscious. He has lost the will to live. Darion's name means nothing to him now as he falls unconscious. The clouded sky begins to darken and tunnel around the outside of his vision. The darkness continues to creep over his sight more and more until finally he is lost in the darkness.

The doctor’s voice silently muffled through the wall as Darion’s eyes peeked open. He heard as the doctor explained to another person what had happened to his body in reference to damages. There was a soft voice of a female as the door slid open. Closing his eyes, he listened carefully to try and understand what was going on. “He will regain his health though, right?” the soft voice asks the doctor. But Darion is unable to note the inaudible nod the doctor had given her. The girl sighs as she sits softly next to Darion and carefully grips her hand around his shoulder as if she knew he was awake and wanted to comfort him, but he is still unconscious in her eyes. He’s a young boy around the age of eight with a deep bruise surrounding the outer right side of his lip leading up behind his ear and past his hair line. She twirls her hand through his dark brown hair, still slightly damp from the cleaning of blood that had been matted down into it. The scar on his head has now clearly become visible as the patched area of hair had been cut clean from surgery. The way this girl laces her hand through his hair seems so familiar, yet he cannot place the feeling of painful longing and comfort. How many times has someone tried to calm him down at night after a wicked nightmare or fierce storm sealed his eyes open? Even with a painful, fading, memory passing through his unclear mind, a tinge of happiness brings itself a smile around his bruised lips.

Soon, the girl lets out a small sigh with longing hope for his safety and leaves the room with the doctor. Within seconds, Darion slides the IV out of his arm and is on his bare feet. Peering out of the window, he smirks in the appreciation of being on the first floor of the hospital. Then, sweeping one final glance back at the young girl and doctor’s shadow through the awkward shaded glass, he dove out into the open outside world. The view though, however, was magnificent. The colors splashed his eyes in new shades of florescent purples, blues, and greens. Vehicles shot through the air as fast as any NASCAR driver could safely steer, yet they did so without wheels. Children were littered all over the street corners with wrist bands that project image after image for both entertainment as well as information. Everything seemed so new and high-tech while at the same time couldn’t feel real. Wind felt as regulated as a fan, temperature felt too perfect, and everyone seemed content. Darion is left wondering what happened to the world. Whether or not he has died also seems to cross his mind as he stares off into the perfected world before him. All too soon, though, the chaotic clatter in the window behind him reminds him that he doesn’t have the time to be gawking at the scenery. With no other thoughts Darion takes off down the street and out of sight.

The girl tries to hide the joyous smile playing at her lips’ edges, even as the doctors and authorities began to rave at the new case that had just presented itself with the missing child. She is reassured of his health now and knows he is ok. That’s all that matters to her even as the authorities call out her name in question. “Ms.Meoko, would you allow me to ask where you happened to find the boy before bringing him here for medical attention?,” The officer inquired. Meoko, however, feels she has no real need to explain the tale of the boy she had found in a pool of his own blood in an isolated ally way. She gives them little to nothing in the way of information and soon exits the hospital with hopes of finding the boy she has yet to have an official introduction with.

Air pierces into his lungs as Darion ducks into an alleyway to settle the pains that seemed to only compare to that of a burning fork being jabbed into his gut in his side. The air barely has a scent to it as his body repeatedly gasped for it. It’s as if the air had been filtered out for him. The feeling, though, is slightly sensational as he gulped breath after breath. Colors began to blur together as his breathing calmed. He had been running nonstop for far too long and now everything was the same shade of glazed blue and green. His skull screamed at him in pain when he so much as tried himself with a single thought. Light was dimming, yet the children still played and ran past him with little screams and chuckles as they went. They couldn’t be much younger than Darion, but they seemed to make him feel slightly older than he actually was. The only thing that really stuck out more than the children and the flying cars is a beautiful girl who seemed to have been running for quite a while with the look of fatigue she had.

The girl is around his age and height with long star stricken black hair that trails even under her back. Her hair seems to glitter when the light hits it and even with her worn out expression she still holds onto a shining smile. She wears a blue tank top with the symbol of a moon and its wandering stars on the chest, as well as a long black skirt that trailed just past her knees. Her glazed green eyes searched for something that may be near yet out of sight.

When her gaze met his, however, he felt a sudden flash of heat running across his face. Immediately he shrank back behind the assorted piles in the alleyway. The girl, on the other hand, gained a slightly larger smile. A few seconds later, she’s bent down giggling at Darion as he hides his face between the wall of a building and the side of a cold box pile. She lightly touches his shoulder and asks him about how his head felt. He looks up at her in amazement of her appearance, nearly suffering an instant crush as she introduced herself as Meoko. Of all of the people he has ever met in his life, he has never felt anything for any of them until now. When she asks to play around at the park his heart nearly jumps out of his heart in complete obedience.

However, on the way to the nearby park, she stops with Darion by a public services building having him fill out what he could think to complete on a number of forms. As tedious as it was, he is just glad to be doing something with someone for once. Mainly, he is glad to be doing something with her. She explains how to do so much, and about how so many different things work. Even a swing set has become too complicated to work on unless you given the instructions. Meoko and Darion have become great friends and Darion has begun to cling to her and follow her wherever she goes, but it’s a natural rule that one shouldn’t proceed to follow someone into a public restroom. Without Meoko around though, he becomes quite fragile.

Back before the accident, mistreatment was very common to Darion. His mother and father never really existed, yet he had never been in an orphanage. Darion seemed to have just faded into reality one day without a clue or a trace of how it all happened. Nobody cares about what doesn’t exist, and especially if it made for a good kick or two during one’s free time. He was often beaten for pure enjoyment by kids who found out about him and his hiding place. No one would ever help, no one would ever stop to stare, and no one bothered to wonder about the ally kid with the bruised up body and mangled hands. Meoko seemed odd though, she looked like the girl who had been running to him that night in the ally when the intoxicated teens brought bats to pick on him with. But the world seemed so different from before the teens attacked him. Why, though, does it seem like the people here are the same?

When she isn’t around Darion stays at the park that she took him to the first day they had met and is treated poorly by the kids who come there for entertainment. Today seems far worse; for word spread and these kids learn that he rarely ever left the park area and never went near the authorities. They begin bringing things to use on him, to beat on him, to hurt him worse every time. Now they’ve brought bats, a very similar memory from how he had gotten to this futuristic world and stumbled upon a great friend. The connection of the bat to his shoulder was far more painful than before though, as well as when it connects to his leg. Knowing, how this would end he falls down onto his knees closing his eyes and accepts the next painful blow that could end all of this. But the next sound he hears is of the bat as it falls to the ground. The officer that had just twisted the two children’s hands behind their backs whisks them into the air as he carries them to his vehicle. Giving a glare that dared the other kids to try and press their luck. Darion opened his eyes to see Meoko next to him in tears. She had seen what was going on and she had saved him.

Now, six months after this event, Darion has sworn to stay by Meoko’s side and protect her for as long as he breathes. He swears to never be that weak again...