08-07-2018, 11:58 PM
San Creado. Murder Capital of the World and the place that his mum decided to drag him and Sam after her damned divorce.
Michael knew that his mother couldn't afford to move anywhere else, his grandpa already lived here and they were able to move in with him, but he still resented that she had to drag him halfway across the country and away from all his friends.
Sam, Michael's younger brother, wasn't happy with it either but he had at least managed to already make some friends. Michael had nobody.
It hadn't been that long since they had moved in, Michael didn't have much to bring except for his weights, but his grandpa's house did not feel like home. He doubted that it would ever actually feel like home, with all those weird-ass stuffed animals and the odd obsession that his grandfather had with root beer. it wasn't even that good a drink but his grandpa made a huge fuss about them not drinking it. He needed to chill, like, seriously.
The town of San Creado seemed to have a very punk population, with leather, piercings and funky clothes everywhere, so Michael decided to grab a leather jacket for himself, just to fit in a bit more, y'know?
The teen was currently strolling the boardwalk, arm draped around his younger brothers shoulders. Sam was rattling off nonsense about his comic books, as usual, when something seemed to catch his eye. The younger kid would shove Michael's arm off and run off to wherever the hell that he wanted to go, with Michael quickly following. "Sam! Slow the hell down!" Michael would shout, struggling to keep up with his brother in the thick crowd. "SAM!"
He wouldn't notice the guy that moved in front of him until it was too late. The teen would slam into the back of the guy and promptly fall backwards, slamming his head on the boardwalk. He would grimace and lift a hand to press at the back of his head, feeling a bit of moisture. Blood? ow.
Michael would narrow his eyes slightly as he stared up at the guy. "What was that for, dude! How did you not notice me?"
Michael's head would throb and he'd wince, a slight scowl on his face.
Michael knew that his mother couldn't afford to move anywhere else, his grandpa already lived here and they were able to move in with him, but he still resented that she had to drag him halfway across the country and away from all his friends.
Sam, Michael's younger brother, wasn't happy with it either but he had at least managed to already make some friends. Michael had nobody.
It hadn't been that long since they had moved in, Michael didn't have much to bring except for his weights, but his grandpa's house did not feel like home. He doubted that it would ever actually feel like home, with all those weird-ass stuffed animals and the odd obsession that his grandfather had with root beer. it wasn't even that good a drink but his grandpa made a huge fuss about them not drinking it. He needed to chill, like, seriously.
The town of San Creado seemed to have a very punk population, with leather, piercings and funky clothes everywhere, so Michael decided to grab a leather jacket for himself, just to fit in a bit more, y'know?
The teen was currently strolling the boardwalk, arm draped around his younger brothers shoulders. Sam was rattling off nonsense about his comic books, as usual, when something seemed to catch his eye. The younger kid would shove Michael's arm off and run off to wherever the hell that he wanted to go, with Michael quickly following. "Sam! Slow the hell down!" Michael would shout, struggling to keep up with his brother in the thick crowd. "SAM!"
He wouldn't notice the guy that moved in front of him until it was too late. The teen would slam into the back of the guy and promptly fall backwards, slamming his head on the boardwalk. He would grimace and lift a hand to press at the back of his head, feeling a bit of moisture. Blood? ow.
Michael would narrow his eyes slightly as he stared up at the guy. "What was that for, dude! How did you not notice me?"
Michael's head would throb and he'd wince, a slight scowl on his face.
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