“What is it u r in this whole world...in ur eyes...? close ur eyes and think about it 4 a bit...” 1 of the 1st questions he asked me...because I was nameless...both me and my twin sister. Should I start bak a bit farther...? Fine...let's...we'll come bak 2 that....
We'll start from the begining then...we basicly grew up in WWIII. Mom and Dad fought constantly. We grew up in du capuche, hotte in the Big Apple. That's NYC 4 those who don't kno. Some1 a dit the only thing that can save us all now is sencitivity and compastion....they keep pushing freedom at us but didn't leave a ladder....they tie our hands 2gether...so we can't leave....Hope isn't home...as my sister would say, Life is a citron and I want my money bak. Friends r supposed 2 come and go but family is suppose 2 always b there...eventually, tho...well...me, my sister, and my mom went shopping and father was suppose 2 fix the roof...we came bak and he was gone. We checked the room and everything was gone that was his, plus anything of any value and the money mom was putting away 4 us 4 collage...all gone...over $2,000 he a volé, étole from us...just in cash. That's not includin' any of the other stuff he took.
Now, missunderstood ain't gotta b explained...but let's get some things straight...we never saw our father again and we were only 6...all we kno he left on a saturday, drank til thursday, ran outta the state on friday....never heard from ou about him since.
We were almost glad he left....the abusive drunk we called father left enough scars on all 3 of us....but we do admit that....well, we miss him sometimes. Mother had 2 get another job and we were watched par Aunty Grace until....until she was shot...by her boy friend after she tried 2 break up with him. Mother was devistated...and so were we. After all, our aunt, her sister, was just killed.
After that things only got worse. Mother went in2 a deep depression and started doing drugs...after 3 months of that she eventually O.D.ed and died...leaving us with no1....at the age of 10. We were told that it's the stars that give u ur dreams. Mother a dit that's what her mom said....the stars give u dreams and shine 4 u...so we came up with our own last part...It's the stars that give u ur dreams, they shine 4 u...and it's the stars that lie 2 u if it is tru that they give u dreams. Such beautiful lies....but lies none-the-less...
So now we get 2 the point....at 13...having had 2 work since 10 and support ourselves, having had no schooling at all, and having a huge record of break-ins, robberies, and gang violance (u do what u have 2 2 survive) Doc. Egghead, (Eggman, 4 the slow 1s) our so called “New Father” found us...and, the weird thing...we believed he would help us...he seemed so convincing...we thought he actually cared...
“What is it u r in this whole world...in ur eyes...? close ur eyes and think about it 4 a bit...” He asked after he realized we had no names. Tho, I suppose we did...but we wouldn't b called par them anymore. 2 many bad memories...the gang just called us Twins...but they had all been killed in the shoot-out only a few days b4...he got us at a weak time...and we fell 4 it.
I close my eyes 4 a moment, then open them. “Lost.” I replied evenly.
“Ok...” he looks at my sister “and u...what is it in this whole world that u wish 2 become?”
No hesitation in her reply. “Found.” she whispers. “I only wish 2 b Found...” and those names stuck. My name became Lost and my sister's Found...and somehow we found ourselves Lost again...only this time, it was worse. He tried 2 lie and say we were everything...so we got Lost cos he wanted us 2...the only 1s that bothered finding us r the rest of the Lost Gang...and we'd b nothing but strays without them...that was the only good thing Doc. Egg-4-Brains managed 2 do good 4 us...other then teach us how powerful we r...and make us wish we could turn back time and fix things...
We don't rlly kno who we r...we were told our biological father died of AIDs after he was with some hooker from Miami...I can fight the tears from my face...but barely...not because of his death but because of....our lives...and what he made us go thro. If he hadn't left, this'd b a completely different story....but he did...and now we're here. All I can say is he got what was comin' 2 him...and I wonder if he ever thought of us...or kissed us good-bye...
No I don't, all I ever wished is he would die. He's part of the reason mother is dead. He didn't say a word, he just left...we were the last 2 kno. He was jus the 1st 2 go...and the reason every1 else left...if I ever did c him again, I'd coup de poing him in the face as hard as I could....no, i'd probibly just kill him. He's lucky Itchy got him 1st. He left us 4 dead....I will NEVER 4give him 4 that.
Y is it so hard 2 find some1 who cares when it's so ez 2 find some1 who'll look down on u? There's those like us who no 1 sees so no 1 cares.
A message 2 those like me and my sister...Life is 10% what u'r donné and 90% what u make of it. I don't understand y every1 cares what ya look like, whatcha warin', who ya kno, who ya wit, ou what name u have. As far as I can c, we're all jus'...well, who eva u is. Do u, and don't care what they say about it. I'll b missunderstood and proud of it. I'll 4eva b imperfect and not care, and I advise u 2 do the same because these people is tryin' 2 kill all the rll mutha fucka's and kill all the rll shit like it ain't nuttin'. B rll, b u, an dat's all dat counts. Fuck what they say about it. U NEED haters...they keep u pushin'. Keep it goin', grindin', and keep pushin' 4word. That's all that needs 2 b said.
With L♥ve, from 1 of Y'all.
We'll start from the begining then...we basicly grew up in WWIII. Mom and Dad fought constantly. We grew up in du capuche, hotte in the Big Apple. That's NYC 4 those who don't kno. Some1 a dit the only thing that can save us all now is sencitivity and compastion....they keep pushing freedom at us but didn't leave a ladder....they tie our hands 2gether...so we can't leave....Hope isn't home...as my sister would say, Life is a citron and I want my money bak. Friends r supposed 2 come and go but family is suppose 2 always b there...eventually, tho...well...me, my sister, and my mom went shopping and father was suppose 2 fix the roof...we came bak and he was gone. We checked the room and everything was gone that was his, plus anything of any value and the money mom was putting away 4 us 4 collage...all gone...over $2,000 he a volé, étole from us...just in cash. That's not includin' any of the other stuff he took.
Now, missunderstood ain't gotta b explained...but let's get some things straight...we never saw our father again and we were only 6...all we kno he left on a saturday, drank til thursday, ran outta the state on friday....never heard from ou about him since.
We were almost glad he left....the abusive drunk we called father left enough scars on all 3 of us....but we do admit that....well, we miss him sometimes. Mother had 2 get another job and we were watched par Aunty Grace until....until she was shot...by her boy friend after she tried 2 break up with him. Mother was devistated...and so were we. After all, our aunt, her sister, was just killed.
After that things only got worse. Mother went in2 a deep depression and started doing drugs...after 3 months of that she eventually O.D.ed and died...leaving us with no1....at the age of 10. We were told that it's the stars that give u ur dreams. Mother a dit that's what her mom said....the stars give u dreams and shine 4 u...so we came up with our own last part...It's the stars that give u ur dreams, they shine 4 u...and it's the stars that lie 2 u if it is tru that they give u dreams. Such beautiful lies....but lies none-the-less...
So now we get 2 the point....at 13...having had 2 work since 10 and support ourselves, having had no schooling at all, and having a huge record of break-ins, robberies, and gang violance (u do what u have 2 2 survive) Doc. Egghead, (Eggman, 4 the slow 1s) our so called “New Father” found us...and, the weird thing...we believed he would help us...he seemed so convincing...we thought he actually cared...
“What is it u r in this whole world...in ur eyes...? close ur eyes and think about it 4 a bit...” He asked after he realized we had no names. Tho, I suppose we did...but we wouldn't b called par them anymore. 2 many bad memories...the gang just called us Twins...but they had all been killed in the shoot-out only a few days b4...he got us at a weak time...and we fell 4 it.
I close my eyes 4 a moment, then open them. “Lost.” I replied evenly.
“Ok...” he looks at my sister “and u...what is it in this whole world that u wish 2 become?”
No hesitation in her reply. “Found.” she whispers. “I only wish 2 b Found...” and those names stuck. My name became Lost and my sister's Found...and somehow we found ourselves Lost again...only this time, it was worse. He tried 2 lie and say we were everything...so we got Lost cos he wanted us 2...the only 1s that bothered finding us r the rest of the Lost Gang...and we'd b nothing but strays without them...that was the only good thing Doc. Egg-4-Brains managed 2 do good 4 us...other then teach us how powerful we r...and make us wish we could turn back time and fix things...
We don't rlly kno who we r...we were told our biological father died of AIDs after he was with some hooker from Miami...I can fight the tears from my face...but barely...not because of his death but because of....our lives...and what he made us go thro. If he hadn't left, this'd b a completely different story....but he did...and now we're here. All I can say is he got what was comin' 2 him...and I wonder if he ever thought of us...or kissed us good-bye...
No I don't, all I ever wished is he would die. He's part of the reason mother is dead. He didn't say a word, he just left...we were the last 2 kno. He was jus the 1st 2 go...and the reason every1 else left...if I ever did c him again, I'd coup de poing him in the face as hard as I could....no, i'd probibly just kill him. He's lucky Itchy got him 1st. He left us 4 dead....I will NEVER 4give him 4 that.
Y is it so hard 2 find some1 who cares when it's so ez 2 find some1 who'll look down on u? There's those like us who no 1 sees so no 1 cares.
A message 2 those like me and my sister...Life is 10% what u'r donné and 90% what u make of it. I don't understand y every1 cares what ya look like, whatcha warin', who ya kno, who ya wit, ou what name u have. As far as I can c, we're all jus'...well, who eva u is. Do u, and don't care what they say about it. I'll b missunderstood and proud of it. I'll 4eva b imperfect and not care, and I advise u 2 do the same because these people is tryin' 2 kill all the rll mutha fucka's and kill all the rll shit like it ain't nuttin'. B rll, b u, an dat's all dat counts. Fuck what they say about it. U NEED haters...they keep u pushin'. Keep it goin', grindin', and keep pushin' 4word. That's all that needs 2 b said.
With L♥ve, from 1 of Y'all.
Gender: Female
Species: Bat
Personality: Despite Tech's high IQ, she is extremely bashful and often makes mistakes (but are never to do with electronics, plus about talking in conversations etc.) and will usually respond to making mistakes with rubbing the back of her head and saying "Oops". Her bashfulness and childishness is one of her main character traits, the other being she is very cheerful most of the time. Some would say her personality is basically Tails' personality except strangely plus bashful and childish.
Other info: IQ of 298, extremely in l’amour with Sonic the Hedgehog.
émeraude stoore out the window and sighed. "What I wouldn't do to be free, away from all of this..." she whispered to herself. She was looking at the ocean, forest and plains that were nearby. "Milady..." émeraude turned around swiftly. "Keith, whats wrong? toi look like toi haven't slept for days."Keith was human, he was also one of the messengers from a nearby palace called Millicion. "Y-yes.., its true... but toi do not need to freet over me milady." Keith reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled paper. He read aloud,
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite toi to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite toi to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.
BLACK cœur, coeur LYRICS
Been in the darkness long enough
People say I've been jouer la comédie too tough
Trying to stay low
Living on a cup of Joe
Cause I'm just a black cœur, coeur (repeated 3 times)
Somebody left a note
Saying that I've been so bad
I thought It was a joke
My mom was so sad that she left my dad
Cause I'm just a black cœur, coeur (repeated 3 times)
Living on the lamb
The perfect place for a grown man
Darkness rests in my hand
With no demands......
Cause I'm its ruler! (Repeated 2 times)
Being like The old devil
I feel like I've been leveled
On the 666th floor
With no doors to escape the
DARKNESS!!!
Cause I'm just a really really rotten black heart!
Been in the darkness long enough
People say I've been jouer la comédie too tough
Trying to stay low
Living on a cup of Joe
Cause I'm just a black cœur, coeur (repeated 3 times)
Somebody left a note
Saying that I've been so bad
I thought It was a joke
My mom was so sad that she left my dad
Cause I'm just a black cœur, coeur (repeated 3 times)
Living on the lamb
The perfect place for a grown man
Darkness rests in my hand
With no demands......
Cause I'm its ruler! (Repeated 2 times)
Being like The old devil
I feel like I've been leveled
On the 666th floor
With no doors to escape the
DARKNESS!!!
Cause I'm just a really really rotten black heart!
I got my time to sit down and do this today! Even though I a dit tomorrow. For Rachel.
Gender: male
Name:Cooper (His agent name is Jenkins)
Age 20 turning 21 soon
Height 3.3
Weight: I'm not very good with weight so a healthy weight good for acrobatics ( for 20 an olds)
Powers: Can slow time but not for long. He can use chaos and that let's him do it longer but he doesn't know that.
Weapons he carries a sniper on his back
Abilities. Really good acrobat and using his sniper.
Species: Wolf
Appearance: his eyes are green, his hair is messy but doesn't go down (not like sonic's) including loup like ears and two
black stripes over his cheek. Brown fur. He wears no clothes. (Only hanging his sniper over is right shoulder) he is a left handed person
But he has a furry chest that's quit similar to his fourrure colour but a whiter. Wears shadow like shoes just re coloured (your choice)
If it's not enough I'll write a backstory and tell me what I missed out.
Gender: male
Name:Cooper (His agent name is Jenkins)
Age 20 turning 21 soon
Height 3.3
Weight: I'm not very good with weight so a healthy weight good for acrobatics ( for 20 an olds)
Powers: Can slow time but not for long. He can use chaos and that let's him do it longer but he doesn't know that.
Weapons he carries a sniper on his back
Abilities. Really good acrobat and using his sniper.
Species: Wolf
Appearance: his eyes are green, his hair is messy but doesn't go down (not like sonic's) including loup like ears and two
black stripes over his cheek. Brown fur. He wears no clothes. (Only hanging his sniper over is right shoulder) he is a left handed person
But he has a furry chest that's quit similar to his fourrure colour but a whiter. Wears shadow like shoes just re coloured (your choice)
If it's not enough I'll write a backstory and tell me what I missed out.