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[Rory Lyons]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY As he walks alone downtown, he doesn't look like himself. He looks worn and torn, like an old building that's been scheduled for demolition but never actually got to that step. After a week of school, making sure his sister was safe from anything, and getting lectured by practically every single one of his teachers for not doing well in school, Rory Lyons needed a break. He had been working hard, it was hard enough for him to do all of his work with his parents bugging him all the time. He was never good for his parents. So, what did he do? He took his pack of stokes, got a cup of joe and walk around downtown. So here he was, walking downtown with his beanie on and sweater hastily thrown on. A cigarette was hanging out of his mouth, the smoke billowing in his face as he walked down with an angry face that just was always there. Someone bumped into him, nearly burning their skin as the butt of his cigarette almost hit their shoulder, and Rory took a step back, glaring at this newcomer. "What the fuck do you want?" He sneered, throwing his cigarette on the ground and grinding it into the cement. "So?" He asked, an expectant look on his face. ### WORDS WORDS WORDS please reply with over 200 OUTFITS OUTFITS OUTFITS ---------------- CREDIT

[Spencer Branston]

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[Rory Lyons]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY His face forms into an unexpected smile, and for a second everyone seems happy. that's what rory was good at. making everyone think that everything was okay. with his parents, with his family, with his classes and teachers, rory had learned how to put on the mask of happiness, and when to let his real self come out. "look," he sneered, looking at the girl in disgust. "all i want is one fucking decent day where someone isn't pissing me off. give me that kid?" he laughed, letting the cigarette drop to the ground, not even trying to pick up the hospitality. that was rory. he had never gotten to learn about hospitality from the very beginning. most of his teachers assumed that his bad attitude came from his parents, after all that's what happened with most children who had bad attitudes today. but rory wasn't normal. he wasn't average. and he hated to be thought of average in any way. he scoffed when she commented on his beanie, not knowing what about it made people talk about it. he wasn't normal but he didn't want that type of attention. he wanted to be the shadow behind the terror. that's what he wanted. ### WORDS WORDS WORDS vi reply with over 200 words next time? OUTFITS OUTFITS OUTFITS ---------------- CREDIT

[Spencer Branston]

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