A chip off the old block. (Duo)

[metroexibit]

Metro sat against on the floor leaning against a wall. He had his knees pulled up to his chest with his face buried in them. It was mid-morning with the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the faint sound of conversation from the distance. He chose this spot because it was dark and secluded with the lisp of the roof creating a rather large shady spot from the rising sun. He sighed and closed his eyes as he delved into his subconscious. Times like this Metro can almost picture both of his personalities. They always have weird embodiments for example, sometimes their coy fish talking to each other telepathically or if there having one of there many arguments their usually bulls smashing heads while yelling at each other. Times like those give metro the most excruciating headaches. There are times in which metro is his own person and there other two are separate, these are times in which he would ether try and deal with the pain of his brain feeling like its about to explode and splatter against the wall or cry because his mind will never be his own. Suddenly in the black background two figures appeared both black silhouettes. Metro knew at once which was which because one had red eyes. Which are the color of passion and emotion. The other had blue eyes the color of intelligence and prestige.

“The only logical explanation for this would be that we simply nodded of and are now dreaming this. Our subconscious’s are amazing things so this could well be possible.” The blue eyed one calmly said.
“What if your wrong! What if this is real and we really were sucked into this game. What if we never make it back home! We had plans you know, plans that are now ruined because of this shit.” Said the red eyed one almost screaming.
“Okay let’s say you are right. Lets say hypothetically we are literally immersed into a video game, what then? What do we do now that we have no home to go back too?” The blue eyed one said only slightly raising his voice.
“Well…” said the red eyed one as it turned its head away from metros view as if he was trying to see something that for all metro knew wasn’t there. “We are in a video game after all. Why not just go kill some stuff? I am pretty pissed about this whole ordeal”
“Oh, since when did you learn words like ordeal? I don’t recall you ever picking up a book” the blue eyed one scoffed.
“who knows, maybe I am just picking up some of that crazy your flaunting all over the place.” Said the red eye one gesturing toward the other figure with a wave of his hand.
“Haven’t you been informed dear friend that we are crazy.” Said the blue eyed one.

Just then they both looked up at each other then turned to face metro. He suddenly felt like he was trespassing and returned back to reality. “Wait, This is my head why do I feel like I have to let them have privacy?” He wondered. He then decided to do as they said or else his headache would return. He shakenley got up and started to walk off down the road. He shoved his hands into his black leather jacket with fur lacing the collar and started toward the exit.

[Quinn]

The emotion that Quinn could feel trying its best to push its way through his mind right now was... Curious. Yes. That word definitely fit the bill for how to define the strange feeling the best, though strange and unusual could work just as well at a stretch. Generally he did not feel pity, for others. The circumstances in which other humans tended to try and demand pity from him were so laughably dull by Quinn's standards the vast majority of the time that he was more likely to feel anger at them than anything even remotely resembling the pity that they sought. Those people who put on a sad face and demanded he feel something for them had never been through the horrors that his life had forced on him, yet he never complained or demanded that they feel pity for him. In fact, if they did, it was almost an insult. Better for them to think nothing of him and treat him as a normal human being than show pity or disgust, as they usually did. Then again, considering how young he was, Quinn was rather cynical and distrustful of people in general. They never had pure motives, and those few who did almost always wanted to change him or make him better in some way. Like he was a broken thing that needed fixing. Gritting his teeth, Quinn returned his attention to the source of this strange emotion running through his mind. The boy was maybe a year younger than he was, and was curled up in a little ball against a building, hidden by an overhang. He didn't look upset, necessarily. More like he was simply lost deep in his own mind, somewhere that others dare not venture too far for fear of losing their own minds. No, it was not his state of being curled up, or hidden away that brought on pity from Quinn. It was the boy himself. The boy under the overhang was familiar to Quinn, he had attended the same school as the young teen had, back in the real world. If he remembered correctly, the guy was called Shawn. Why he pitied the boy, was because he knew that this world would be much harder on him than it would be on Quinn. While Quinn was hardened, and used to living in nigh anarchy back in the real version of London, this guy, as far as he knew, had grown up sheltered and with all the things he would ever need provided to him on a silver platter. While it might not be as cut and dried as he thought, that was the impression Quinn had gotten at least. Now, to see this rich boy trapped in a game with no rules, it was enough to almost make him feel sorry for him. You know, almost. Of course, they had never really talked. But Quinn remembered him, because he had been one of the few not to victimise Quinn for his albinism. In fact, the younger rich kid had been almost as much of a target for the school yard bullies as he had been himself. Of course, Quinn had been much more... experienced... at dealing with that kind of attention than Shawn had been. That had a lot to do with growing up in an orphanage, and having spent all of his life avoiding the attention of people who might want to pick a fight with him other how he looked different to them. He had soon adapted, and before long those people had learned that he was more dangerous than they had given him credit for. Sighing in frustration, Quinn stepped away from the wall against he had been leaning and walked the short distance over to where the guy stood. So far as he knew, he did not know anyone else in this world, so he wasn't about to let this Shawn just get up and leave without talking to him first. Not that he had before, but it was the thought that counted... “Hey there, Shawn,” Quinn called out, falling into step with the other teen, “fancy meeting you here.” Even if Shawn didn't particularly want anything to do with him, Quinn was not about to take no for an answer. The weird feeling of pity was quickly replaced by protectiveness, and Quinn knew that in this new world, Shawn would be under his protection. Much like some of the younger members of the gang he had run, back in London. It was simply the way things would be, whether Shawn wanted his protection or not.

HP: MP: WORDS: 772 TAGS: Quinn , metroexibit SONG: Believe NOTES: Hope this is okay. :D

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[metroexibit]

Metro’s brain was pulsing against his skull now. Both blue and red eyes were screaming in his head trying to decide who would get the first kill and what weapon they would use. Red eyes was spouting some nonsensical highly descriptive story involving him skinning a boar alive and torturing it. He made it worst by forcing him to picture the thing squealing in pain as its skin was carved off. It was enough to make metro gag. Red eyes laughed and called him a little bitch but he didn’t care that was just wrong. He needed to find some aspirin or something to deal with this headache. It hadn’t really occurred to him that someone was approaching until he felt a pat on his shoulder and a voice. He was quickly shot back into reality to see a boys face. He looked really pale and had silver hair. His red eyes almost as red as mine were when red eyes took over, it was both interesting and appalling remembering the pig he made him picture. Trying not to gag again Metro went to say hello or a little shrug but before he could he heard red eyes very clearly whisper to him “kill him” Metro suddenly blurted out “No.” and froze. God damnit I did it again better save myself from this embarrassment “Noooo way, I cant believe I would run into someone from school here.” Metro said thinking “totally nailed it.” Then blue eyes quietly said “ask him if he wants to join us.” He was obviously insane thought metro. He knew who this kid was and to be honest he would’ve been the bullies chew toy too if metro hadn’t been born.

Everyday at school Metro would sit at his desk at the front of the class closest to the window and stare out of it. Between spit balls and wads of paper being thrown at him he would sometimes see this kid just sitting there. There wasn’t much about him that stood out, to be honest metro wouldn’t even have notice him if it wasn’t for his eyes. It was weird because he could see himself when red eyes took over and how he would look into the mirror and his eyes would be blood red. Of course same thing happened with blue eyes but his was more of a dark ocean blue. Calming yet intimidating at the same time. He was going to try to talk to this boy a couple of times but he just didn’t have time between school, homework and his afternoon ass kicking. “We might have been good friends. He might have even over looked my extreme amount of crazy. Perhaps blue eyes was right maybe I should invite this kid along.” Thought metro although he didn’t really have a choice on the rare occasion blue eyes told him to do something he had to do it or it would be even worst then all the times red eyes messed with him combined.

Metro stopped and turned to him. “Hi, and yeah my names shawn but call me Metro. I am starting to like it more and more as time goes by. Im actually about to head out and try to see if there are any monsters to slay. Would you care to join me?” he politely asked. That was one thing red eyes couldn’t stand about metro was his polite quiet attitude. Every time without fail red eyes would yell “gay” after each time. Metro sighed, this is starting to get old he thought. Although he was scared of change as of right now it couldn’t hurt.

[Quinn]

Quinn followed along behind his new... friend... quietly, waiting for some kind of reaction from Shawn. He was allowed to call the guy a friend, in his head, right? He was fairly sure he was at least. It was a pretty foreign word to the silver-haired boy, seeing as his ability to trust the vast majority of people was pretty much non-existent at even the very best of times. That said, this guy was pretty much the epitome of harmless. Heck, he got himself beaten up every day after school back before they had both found themselves trapped here in the world of Elder Tale. If anyone was a person whom he could trust not to hurt him, or tease him like the rest of the world seemed so wont to do, then this guy was pretty much his best bet. Plus, being alone now, with absolutely nothing in the way of familiar faces or things, would likely drive him completely over the brink of insanity. Funnily enough, Quinn actually quite enjoyed his precarious state of teetering on the edge, thank you very much. Honestly, Quinn had even contemplated taking to him back in the real world. He had always stopped himself short, though. Shawn was... interesting... after all. Most assuredly not the sanest of individuals out there, but definitely interesting. While in the books and movies apparently victims of bullies grouping up together was supposed to be a thing, he knew it would just have lead to more beatings and abuse for both of them. Glancing at the other teen and eyeing him impassively, Quinn decided that he was probably wrestling with his own demons. He was surprisingly good at reading people, and the combination of stunned silence and the occasional twitch was like reading an open book. If he had to hazard a guess, it would be that the guy was contemplating trying to kill him, talking to him or trying to befriend him for his own purposes. Quinn smirked. Well, maybe not harmless entirely, but he wasn't going to let it get to the point where he was actually in any danger. Even if it got to that point, he wasn't about to let himself lose, either. "Yes, someone from your school is here," Quinn replied to Shawn's statement of the obvious, tone dry and barely concealing a tinge of amusement, "contrary to popular belief, teenagers do in fact play video games." Really, though. It was far more likely at least in Quinn's mind that you would find teenagers, and young adults, here in Elder Tale than people who were significantly older. Children would likely be a huge rarity, as well, considering the fact that Elder Tale had come with a parental advisory for graphic content on its release in the United Kingdom. Any children who did sign up, were breaking the law to do so. Not that it necessarily stopped them, when they went out and bought copies of various pointless and far more violent shooter games. Quinn nodded at Shawn's request to be called Metro. It was a name that suited him, like he said. Plus, new world new name. it made sense.  "I guess I can join you," the silver-haired teenager agreed after a few seconds of thought, "Did you have something in mind for going and fighting?"

HP: MP: WORDS: 567 TAGS: Quinn , metroexibit SONG: Believe NOTES: Sorry it's so late. I've been terrible with my replies lately. x.o

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[metroexibit]

Metro jerked a little from the shooting pain in his head. Red eyes apparently thought it would be funny to torment him about making a new friend. The kid in front of him apparently picked up on his miss step in words and replied sarcastically. He didn’t like sarcastic comments; he gets enough of them from Red eyes he thought to himself. He then said he would join up with him on a monster hunt. Metro has had some experience with boar hunting. He suddenly flashed back to the first fight he’s ever had and how blue eyes too control and calculated every shot with his bow and never missed then when the boar was on top of him red eyes took over and beat the bacon out of it with his sword. He vividly remember red eyes grabbing the thing by the tail as it tried to run away and bashing its head with the but of his sword. He remembered how he beat it hard enough to do damage but not enough to kill it. Until blue eyes finally talked some sense into him and he finally ended the things life. He was pretty sure he could never do what they did but he guessed that’s why there here.


“yeah I was thinking slimes or boars there not far from here I know a spot right off a meadow that’s great for ambushing them.” Explained metro but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the words weren’t his own. Like someone else said it in his voice he knew it couldn’t be red or blue because the transition wasn’t made so it was impossible wasn’t it? metro thought to himself. He dismissed the feeling but he will never forget that moment.
He then started walking toward the far side exit on the other side of town. He gestured for the boy to follow him as he left and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. As they walked blue eyes wanted to take over for a bit to pick at this kids mind so metro decided better to let him then fight so he did. Metro felt his eyes turn from dark blue to light blue. Blue eyes talked as they walked “this spot is actually quite remarkable the setting is just right for pig slaughtering. Just the other day I was over there and a poor defenseless pig wondered insight just long enough for me to slowing carve the thing until it died. Let me ask you a question whose your face have you ever got the feeling that you just wanted to slowing kill something lord knows I have.” Said blue eyes in a bland calm tone as Red eyes started to scream in his head “you bastard quit taking credit for my deeds because you want to pick at someone’s mental stability! Ill skin you just like that pig when you get back you book worm!” metro just sat there with his own thoughts partly listening to there conversation sort of intrigued but not entirely.

[Quinn]

They had arrived at the edge of the city, and entered into the Windsor Great Wood whilst they were walking and talking. Well, not that any huge and noticeable amount of talking had been involved, all things considered and equal.  "Lead the way to this meadow of yours, then," Quinn said, trying his best to put on a friendly smile but likely failing abysmally in the attempt, "Anywhere that we can quickly trap and kill some boars for fast experience gain has got to be a good place to go, after all." Opening up his menu, Quinn quickly sent a party invite, followed by a friend request, to his new acquaintance. It was up to Metro if he accepted them of course, but were they to be killing monsters together, it would make sense to be in the same party. This Metro was actually quite lucky in a way, that Quinn was playing so nice with him right now. Though you could be forgiven for considering it as unlucky, he supposed. Throughout his life the amount of people Quinn had actually come to trust and consider worthy of his respect and friendship could be counted on one hand, so taking a leap of faith here was quite out of character for him. Though, not too unusual a one, considering the person in question was a mostly known entity - helping to keep Quinn's natural cynicism and distrust at bay. If only barely, he thought, smiling in amusement to himself.  The last person to have gained his trust in this way had been his old employer, back in the real version of London. Quinn's smile quickly disappeared to be replaced by a somewhat darker look, as this memory crossed his mind. Up until the Apocalypse, things in his life had actually been beginning to look up for the first time in a very long while. He had managed to buy his own crummy little apartment, using means best left unmentioned, and earned an apprenticeship as a carpenter. He had been all set to start a career of his own, where he could build things and be a contributing member to society, rather than yet another teenage delinquent. Now though, that was gone. The small modicum of sanity and peace he had fought for was left behind, to be replaced by the familiar anarchy of a world with no rules. He was under no delusions, here in Elder Tale he was just another number, and would be forgotten and trampled under foot by those more willing to grab at power than him, if he did not take action first to cement himself as a person worthy of respect. After all, in a lawless world, all that really mattered when all was said and done was who held the power.  Soon, someone would here.  Glancing back at his companion, Quinn couldn't help but notice that his eyes seemed to almost turn... lighter. He could have sworn that Metro's eyes had been a darker shade of blue up until now.  Quinn kept his face entirely impassive during Metro's speech about slowly carving the pig's in the clearing up. The only thing that could really give him away was a small brightening in his own eyes, one that said he didn't mind his new friends strangeness in the slightest. Would probably support it, as well. "My name is Quinn, as I am sure you are well aware," Quinn replied, a small smirk having found it's way onto his features, "And I can't say I have felt that way before." It was obviously a lie. Quinn knew it. he was sure Metro would, as well. Truthfully, he had felt like slowly killing something many times. The people most commonly starring in his more... dark... trains of thought being his own parents, and those who had the gall to call him names over how he looked. He had never acted on it, of course. Well, other than to beat up one of the poor idiots, a few times himself. They had learnt quickly from that to avoid this particular white-haired teen, if they valued their lives. Finally finding their way to the clearing, Quinn came to a stop and watched Metro, curious to see what he would do next.

HP: MP: WORDS: 712 TAGS: Quinn , metroexibit SONG: Believe NOTES:Post: done. Here ya go. Want to throw in a poor, defenseless NPC adventurer or person of the land, after we kill a few boars? That could be a bit of fun. :P

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