Thomas Tsukino. 25. UK. English-Japanese. Whore. Drugs. That's it, basically. Pleased to meet you. OOC: OC RP Blog. I'll RP with anyone. Almost every post in this blog contains NSFW material such as sex, drugs or violence so read at your own risk. I follow tag karakasaobake, so tag me if you want an answer or that I see your post. FC: Japanese singer Satoshi from a band called Girugamesh.
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Thomas lights up a cigarette and raises his look from ground to the person next to him. "And who might you be? What do you want?"
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Reblog if you're always open to role-play (RP).
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Beginning of the end.
Thomas stepped in to a dark corridor of his father's house. More like a mansion, Thomas had never liked it there, it didn't feel home. He didn't dare to put the lights on., he wanted to make sure not to wake his father at this hour. He was once again sneaked out in the middle of night and last time he did it and got caught he got beaten up badly enough to end up in hospital. "Help my son! The car crashed him! He's the only one I have left.. Please.." Lies from his father's mouth still echoed in his head everytime he thought about it.
"Thomas." The voice from the darkness called. The voice he feared most to hear. 'Nonono.. Not again.. Please.. Not now..' He begged loudly inside his head closing his eyes.
"Mm?" He answered shyly. Sudden light almost blinded him, or at least it felt like that. Thomas opened his eyes slowly trying to get used to the brightness. After awhile he saw his father only few meters in front of him. Anger was the only thing he could read from the man's face.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Man shouted. Thomas was sure he woke up the whole neighborhood.
Thomas didn't answer. He couldn't. And he know it didn't matter what he said. 'I'm ready.. Just kill me here..' He tried to convince himself.
"Huh? What do you have in there?" The man asked taking the bag Thomas was holding a bit too tight.
'Shit. That's it. I'm dead. Fuck!' He felt upcoming panic attack. He wanted to run. Run as far as he could. But he couldn't run from the man. He knew it.
His father opened the bag and turned it around. Few plastic bags of fell on the floor. Plastic bag's full of white powder. Thomas could almost hear his father's eyes get bigger and the rage level rising.
Suddenly he felt strong hand sink in to his stomach while the other hand grasps his hair. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Man shouted as he drags the younger man, just a boy, further in the apartment. He was dragged all the way to the biggest bathroom of the house, just to watch plastic bags getting flushed down the toilet. "No! You fucking..!!" Thomas started but a knee to his face interrupted him. He tried to struggle from his father's grasps but he was too strong, too angry to let the little boy go.
"This is what happens to the bad little boy!" Man said and started hitting Thomas. Thomas cried and shouted, begged help, but as always, no one came to help. He felt the warm blood running down on his face and body. He felt few bones cracking. And he felt like a little animal unable to protect itself. Finally his father let go and Thomas drops on the floor.
"Get out. You are no son of mine. I never want to see you again. DO you understand, You son of a bitch?! Get out!"
And Thomas left. Slowly, crying and in pain. Anywhere was better than there.
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[[Whoa... It's been a long time since I wrote something. Luckily now I'm feeling angst-y enough to write and bring Thomas (finally) back.
So hello again! :D ]]
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[[I could write a story later today.. I would write something now but I have some serious working to do. So maybe after it.
THOMAS'S NOT DEAD YET! I won't let him. :D ]]
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[[Friendly reminder of the hands. Unghh. I really like those hands.]]
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