#skymeh

Friday night- the night Chester had been looking forward to for weeks. He and the other members of his band had talked about doing some kind of underground show- there would be no press, no pressure, and no crazy prices for them or their fans. It was a perfect idea, but up 'till recently, it had just been a pipedream. The building they'd found was empty, and it had a little stage part in one of the larger rooms- it may have been slightly risky, but heck, it was lucky. All it had taken was a little rumour-spreading, and (as far as he could guess) a crowbar to get the ball rolling, and now they were just minutes away from starting. 

The singer shoved on the stupid beanie hat he had to wear when he was with the group, and bounded over to Ace, the rapper and main face of the band, as well as his closest friend. "Are we ready? PLeaase say yes!" Chester bounced up and down a little, and excited grin on his face. 

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

It was coming up for Halloween, and, though it wasn’t one of Raph’s favourite holidays, he and the other store clerks* had been set the task of decorating the entire inside of the building. It was kind of over-kill for one event, but the boss had insisted. Raphael was on bat duty. He had climbed up a stepladder to attach some paper bats to the ceiling, with one of his co-workers babbling underneath him.

"Wait a sec! Lemme see that!" The guy, Mark, demanded, reaching up at him.

"What?"

"Your clock!"

Raph glanced down at the numbers on his wrist and shrugged. “They’re just numbers.” The man below started his various arguments. Soulmate, blah blah blah, one minute, yadda yadda. He wasn’t really listening, but the constant drone of noise was putting him off. “Look, I don’t care, okay?! I don’t believe in soulmates.” He went back to his work, but it seemed Mark wasn’t done, and stepped forward, nudging the ladder. Trying to balance himself, the demon grabbed the nearest bat. Now though, he was stuck in an awkward position, with his toes just on the top step, and top half now dangling over the shelving between the aisles. 

Since there was nothing much he could do from here, Raph sent Mark off to get some help, and dangled, staring into the next aisle. “Try the one on your left.” he called down to a stranger he saw down there. “They last longer.” A short ripping sound made him tense up, but the decorations seemed to be holding him. For now.

My muse shows up at your muses doorstep in the middle of the night. Without saying a thing, they collapse into your muse’s arms. Put your muse’s reaction in my ask box.

Skylar jumped up from the couch as a heavy knock sounded at the door to his apartment. Opening the door, Skylar revealed a masculine figure for a moment before the unknown guy fell forward, causing the confused boy to catch him before he hit the floor. Not knowing what else to do with the stranger, Skylar half-carried him over to the couch and laid him down, pulling a throw blanket over him as an unconscious thought. Looking down at the stranger, Skylar realized he had seen the guy around town before, but he had never spoken to him. What was he doing here? And how exactly did he know Skylar? Studying the man for a few more moments, Skylar decided he would let the guy stay here for the night. But Mr. Stranger was in for an interrogation when he woke up the next morning.

"Ugh.." Raphael groaned as his consciousness crawled back, bringing with it a banging headache, and a variety of other pains. His eyes twitched open, face scrunching up in protest at the light that blinded him. His vision remained blurry as the glare of sunlight faded. But even so, it didn't take long for him to realise that the shapes he was seeing were wrong. even the colour of the walls was wrong. 

Sky smiled warmly as he walked into  his own apartment for the first time in months. It had been way too long since he had slept in his own bed. Sighing softly, he walked upstairs and collapsed on his bed, a contented sigh flowing out of his mouth as he slowly fell asleep.

9pm. Empty roads and a thumping-loud radio would get Cole where he needed to be. Just not back there. He hadn't taken a lot by means of possessions but enough clothes, food, drink and money for a few months.

It was still light out and hot too. Everything about today seemed odd. Wasn't there a game on today? Actually, he didn't care. Now he was busy wondering what a miserable looking guy was going trying to hitch a ride. It seemed he'd been waiting out for a while now.

When she was only 6 years old, Luckie had a bad nightmare and walked into her older brother’s room only to find their father raping him and her mother watching. She tried to get away when her brother yelled at her to run, but her father grabbed her before she could get out of the room. He made her brother rape her and that was the breaking point. After that night, Luckie and her brother, James, couldn’t handle it anymore. They killed their parents. When she and her brother killed their parents, they burned down the house. They both thought the other had grabbed their baby brother, Sky, and when neither of them had him they freaked out but couldn’t get back in so they thought he had died in the fire too.

12 years later, Sky goes looking for his family and finds only Luckie. Apparently, when the firemen got to their burning house, one of them went into the house and found Sky crying in his crib. (He was 3 at the time.) He has spent the last 13 years in foster home after foster home. He is now 17 and has permission from the state to be on his own, but only if he can find a blood relative.

Sky is the youngest and is very shy. He is 18 years old with light purple hair and green eyes the color of dew covered grass in the morning. He is very close to his sister Luckie and doesn’t really trust anyone other than her. He is almost always red in the face because he is always blushing.

His birthday is August 8.

AU where Skylar doesn't know about his much about sister, just that he was abandoned when he was just three years old. Rather, he was nearly killed in a house fire that killed his parents while his older brother and sister were never found. Maybe they set the fire, maybe they died in the fire, no one really knew, and Skylar didn't really care. All he cared about was getting his next fix, a way to escape from the loneliness that plagued him every moment of his sober life. He wasn't sure when he had started the drugs, he only knew that they helped him in ways no human ever could. Though, waking up next to strangers every morning was becoming tiresome. He knew he needed help, to get better before this road led him to death, but he wasn't sure he really cared all that much anymore. Maybe it was time to let go, to move on to another life. Because, if there was anything Skylar believed in, it was that his next life had to be better than this one.

Prefers to be called Skylar, 23 years old, drug addict & prostitute