Exellda Posted December 19, 2015 Share Posted December 19, 2015 Name: Samuel Grant Nickname: Sam or Sammy or Samson Age:25 Eye color: Hazel Hair color: Brown with blond strands, usually always messy and dirty Height: 5'10" Build: Currently very skinny, to the point his bones stick out. Job: N/A Background: Samuel had a decent childhood, the only child, had the average family. But it wasn't until he started middle school was when he started to get into trouble a lot. By the time high school came around he was into drugs and even alcohol. He managed to get away with it until sophomore year, when his parents found his stash. They promptly kicked him out. Since he was kicked out, he had nowhere to go and no one would take him in. The result left him homeless, but he wasn't an addict anymore- he couldn't afford the drugs anymore, let alone the alcohol. He never had time to explore his sexuality, and at first, he thought about selling his body on the streets to get money for the drugs... But he quickly found that he didn't have the heart to do so... The results of the drugs he used left him a paranoid and crazy at times... That was when he was 16... Now he's 25. It's been almost ten years since he started being homeless. Despite his age, he still looks fairly young. He has grown to live with his situation, often going without food most days or even taking a bath. The winters are the worse... Yet here he was still kicking. Samuel is usually shy until he gets to know someone, however he keeps to himself and doesn't talk to the other homeless very often. He is severely shy around most strangers. Likes: Alcohol, petting the stray dogs and cats, baths/showers, classical music Dislikes: Drugs, being unclean, feeling trapped- he is claustrophobic and will pass out Ah, the life of the slums couldn't get any better. Little Sammy's ass hurt from the hard pavement below him but it simply could not be helped as he couldn't afford even a pillow to sit on. Being homeless taught Samuel that many things in life you didn't need to survive, but merely wanted as a luxury item. Nearly ten years opened Sam's eyes to all kinds of things. Such as the inequalities in life... Money, power... the poor strays on the streets with no home to belong to. Much like him, there were a few strays running about. He liked them and had been naming them. They were his only friends, the only ones who listened to him and who he could totally trust to keep his secrets. They couldn't talk back to him, they could cuddle him and keep him comfort. Hell, he didn't even have to say anything for one of the cats to make their way to him. His favorite cat, about a day ago, disappeared. It was a Siamese named Hayze. A shy cat that reminded him of himself. At first the cat was skiddish, like he was when he first met people. It seemed constantly paranoid, like he was... And it didn't take long for him to grow attached to the cat. He had known it for three years now... Hopefully it didn't get hit or something... Samuel's current 'home' had been taken over some other homeless people. He was gone for a couple house, and now other homeless were living in his makeshift home... But it didn't matter. They probably needed it more anyway... It wouldn't surprise him if he died within a couple weeks anyway- maybe days, he thought as his stomach grumbled quite loudly. He was surprised his stomach could still do that because he thought for sure his stomach ate itself long ago... Sometimes, when he would walk around the town, which was actually a block radius because by now he got exhausted easily. The lack of food made it very difficult to stay in shape. Sure, he went dumpster diving at least once a day. If he was lucky he would find something, but not all the time he was so lucky. Other times, if he found food, he would give it away to some other homeless person or even one of the stray cats, believing that they needed it more than he did. He hardly ever spoke anymore, it was to the point that when he did, it sounded kind of hoarse and sore. Yep, being homeless sure was fun... Not really... But at least he wasn't addicted anymore. It was hard at first... It was hard being homeless too. His clothes were grungy, his hair was grungy, hell, he was grungy. Practically covered in filth, holes in his shoes, dirt on his skin and in his hair -which really needed a cut-, clothes tattered; old and very worn as well as dirty- Well, he was the definition of homeless, now wasn't he? Samuel let out a soft sigh as he rested against the cold building behind him. He was sitting on a public sidewalk with a tabby in his lap. It's name was Clover, he decided. By now he really didn't care about what he looked like nor his current condition nor the people who stared at him funny... For him, it was only him and the cat on his lap... He didn't need anyone else... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MacabreFather Posted December 21, 2015 Share Posted December 21, 2015 Name: Hart Abram Age: 32 EyeColour: Black HairColour: Very dark brown, technically black Height: 6'1" Build: Toned but not overly so, very pale Job: (DayShift)Counselor Background: During high school he came out to his parents by just walking up and telling them. This didn't come off well and they had kicked him out of the house and he lived with his friend which he now calls his brother. His relation with them (Parents) was broken for a few years but as time passed they eventually 'forgave' him and now their relation isn't necessarily bad but it's really awkward. Although he's never mentioned anything about it to them ever since and he assumes that's the only thing keeping them from snapping again. He tried going out with a girl from his workplace but he couldn't keep leading her on due to him feeling guilty about it and she forgave him but her friends still hold a grudge against him. He now lives in a small but unexpectedly pricey apartment by himself and has the bad habit of picking up all the strays that are friendly to him. Most people tell him he seems overly serious until you get to know him personally, even then people still think he's a little stiff but that's just because the only close enough person to him, as of yet, is his 'brother'. Likes: Stray animals, quiet people(Any neutral reason to be quiet such as shyness or just in their nature), anything carrot related, cuddling. lots o' cuddling., cat plushies, smoking, Any hugs Dislikes: His addiction to smoking, not being able to get fast results when trying to help people, his weakness for cat plushies, bugs/insects(To a mild extent), Being kissed on the forehead ---------------------------------------------------------- It's kind of hard to understand what people could find so charming about the season of winter. It was dreary, freezing and the moist coating people would get from the so-called beautiful snow made it to where your skin would probably get frostbitten within ten minutes if it was exposed to the breeze that carried even more of the flurry. Which is why Hart did the only thing he loved about this season. Taking the stray cats into his home with the excuse of saving them from the harsh conditions. Unfortunately, it was almost as addicting to befriend the wily cats as it was to burn through entire packs of cigarettes... But, at least the cats didn't have harmful side effects and he would let them go when they wanted to. Even if it broke his heart to see 'his babies leaving to be on their own'. Therefore, his neighbors were on the verge of seeing him as a crazy cat person stereotype, but aside from taking in the little devils, he didn't seem anything like the stereotype. His face was always in a stoic look aside from the occasional smirk he'd get from the kittens that broke the usual set-in-stone expression and he was always dressing like he was going to visit a beloved grave or a semi-formal party, with the exception of his at-home dressing, but nobody had ever personally visited his house in a long time. "Here kitty kitty kitty!" He softly raised his voice, calling out to something he didn't even know was around or not. He probably looked crazy seeing as he was walking around near a park area and shouting for a cat that wasn't his, since he was saying 'kitty' instead of a name. "I have some tuna for y-" He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he noticed a man in terrible condition that was holding the most adorable cat he'd ever seen. Which is what he thought every time he saw a new cat. "Sir, it's freezing outside. You should take your cat go somewhere more pleasant. Need something to eat?" As he said this he walked a safe distance away in front of the man, kneeling down to be at a better eye level. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Exellda Posted December 21, 2015 Author Share Posted December 21, 2015 It was really cold out today, a reminder that winter was almost here and that he would have to fight tooth and nail to make it without his makeshift home. Food would be more scarce. A small gust of winter wind blew practically through him, freezing him to the bone. Samuel simply did not understand how the cat in his lap was not cold. Perhaps it was because the cat had a warm fur coat and he did not. The frail male actually felt envious. The cat had no worries. He was the one who was starving, cold and incredibly dirty. He couldn't lick himself clean like the cat, otherwise he would. This year it seemed like the winter would be more relentless. He wouldn't be surprised if he died of frost bite as he could barely feel his fingers or toes. Sitting with an empty stomach, he had to focus to keep himself from falling asleep. He should have just stayed near his makeshift him, regardless of the intruders... Because now that he was sitting here on an empty stomach, he had no ambition to get up... So he was freezing right now, the only thing that kept him from being super cold was the warm cat in his lap. The rags and torn cloth he had clipped together with a couple safety pins he found was the only thing protecting him from the wind besides the clothes he had on. Samuel found himself shivering, yet trying to hold still so the cat wouldn't feel inclined to move. Clover was his only source of warmth. After a while Samuel found himself nodding off. While he was bitterly cold and miserable, he simply didn't have much strength to stay conscious- until he heard someones voice. Who was calling for a cat in this kind of whether? Surely, most people would be inside? Perhaps the guy had lost his cat? Sammy thought as the man came into view. Normally, Sam would have run, scared of strangers but he didn't have the will to do so. So he just watched carefully while his heart started to pick up and race. In all honesty, Samuel wanted to hide, sink into the background and vanish from the other man's sight. However he didn't move as the other couched down, his eyes were the only thing that followed him, watching him carefully. He found himself confused by his comments. Did he know he was homeless? Couldn't he tell? Surely it wasn't that hard to tell that he had nowhere to go. And yes, while he would love to have food in his stomach, he couldn't bring himself to say 'yes'. It was obviously cold outside, so why did the man even have to ask? The man's eyes were so intense. Samuel only wanted to shrink the more the other male stared at him. If his cheeks were not already pink from the cold, he was sure the other male would have noticed him blush out of shyness and embarrassment. This man was talking... to him? There was no way... Perhaps he wanted the cat? A stranger wouldn't give him food, there was no need... He didn't need any help as he was perfectly fine taking care of himself... Samuel knew that was a lie, but still, he didn't know this man and strangers seemed to really intimidate him. Sammy didn't like to talk much, especially if he didn't know the person. For him, everyone was a stranger, including his own parents... Without saying anything, Samuel tried to find the strength to move, finding it difficult considering he was freezing... To make matter worse his hands shook beyond his control, slightly numb from the cold. He slowly picks up the chubby tabby cat and awakens it from its slumber as he offers it to the other male- thinking that maybe if he gave that cat to him, perhaps the cat would have a better life, the man would leave after taking it and leave him alone. A soft meow escapes the cat. "Clover." He says quietly, to the point that it is almost not even heard over the wind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MacabreFather Posted December 24, 2015 Share Posted December 24, 2015 Once you got a clear look of the homeless man laying before Hart, you'd probably be quite surprised he wasn't dead yet. His bones were visible and the dirt caked onto him and his disheveled everything seemed like he may have really been dead but somehow crawled up and out of a graveyard. In honesty, most people would be afraid or at least a bit wary of approaching such a person, but Hart practically towered over most people and the way he held himself intimidated even most wild dogs that he ran into. Although through his seemingly cold exterior, he felt undeniable commiseration for the poor man before him but the cat made it to where his heart seemed to skip a thousand times in the utter adoration of the plump tabby. He had never before seem such an adorable, chubby little baby before. At least, not when it was referring to homeless cats. He felt the wind's occasional gusting that ran shivers down his spine and probably anyone else that was hit by it. Such wind would usually signal that a storm was being blown in and that's exactly what it was as a drop of rain shattered on Hart's nearly snow white skin. a few more beads of clear liquid appearing on him ever so slowly, but not so slow that he couldn't feel his inner temperature decreasing. Which made him think, if he was getting chilled just from this... Then it might be freezing rain and anyone like the man in front of him would surely not have the strength to try and survive through it. And even if he did try, what are the chances? Not high, that's certain. So at the very least, he had to get him somewhere with cover. Gently and carefully he scooped up the thick ball of meowing fur, trying not to show much expression although it was quite hard to keep his composure with it in his arm. "You're not going to die out in the cold. Come on to my apartment, I'll give you something to eat and wear. I'm sure you aren't stupid so you know this weather will be the end of you, right?" He said plainly but his tone carried out a sound of genuine care as he stood back up, ignoring the chilling rain that felt like soft ice as it made him want to shiver. "It's not far." It was tempting to give his hand out to help the man stand, but that may have only spooked him more than he already seemed to be. His voice was weak and the breeze made it sound shaky from the distance Hart was standing at. Thunder clouds were rolling in as the far off sky held a dark grey colour, flashing to white as the turmoil within it made small growls and snaps that surely would grow louder as time passed. So there wasn't much time to waste, but even the cat in his arms wouldn't be able to persuade the taller man to leave this person to die. He kind of seemed like a scared cat too, didn't he? Lucky for them, and maybe unwanted depending on the individual's view point, the one thing Hart loved to do, even if it was a bittersweet love when the subject was stubborn, was taming wily cats into trusting him. Hours, days, weeks, even months sometimes would pass as he tried to coax the most adorable devils to love him as much as he loved them. And this man seemed like one of those cases of his much loved challenge. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Exellda Posted December 26, 2015 Author Share Posted December 26, 2015 Even Samuel could tell that the man loved cats. While his physical features showed hardly any signs, Sammy could see the man's eyes lit up as if he had just received the best gift ever. But then the man started talking to him and Sam had to really focus on what he was saying. His body screamed for him to go to sleep, begged for rest. He should have sought out shelter earlier. However, once the man said what he wanted to say, Samuel felt a little uncomfortable. This man wanted to invite a stranger home with him? What if had been some criminal or lunatic? Though he had no strength to carry out either of those. Sure, the thought of having somewhere to stay, warm, food, and new clothes- all of that tempted Samuel. Those were all things that he so dearly wanted. But he was scared... He didn't know this man... Plus he was very intimidating, looked intimidating too. Sure, as the man said, this kind of whether would be the end of him. He would probably die of hypothermia before he died from lack of food. Every drop of rain felt like a needle just pelted through his skin. Reminded Samuel of how cold he was, how weak he was, hungry- no starving... And if that man had any smarts, he would know that the cat in his arms, unlike him, did not appreciate getting wet by cold ass rain. Thus, it began to squirm slightly. For Sam, it really didn't matter if he died, he was too far gone anyway. He didn't need this man's help... No. Samuel just wanted the man to go already. Why should that man care if he died or not? There were plenty of other homeless he could have picked from. It made Sam wonder why the man picked him, because he gave the guy a cat? This man must really love cats... This man had offered him a bargain, really... Samuel couldn't pay the man back no matter how hard he tried. Just his kindness- offering all of those luxuries- was a nice thing to do, even though they were strangers. Samuel's mind fought with itself, arguing what was the better way to go... In the end, he decided that he didn't need it and wasn't worth the effort. 'Not that far' meant little to Samuel who was exhausted. He was sure he couldn't even walk a block if he tried. So perhaps he should find a way to make the man forget about him... Maybe he would leave... Maybe if Samuel left, the man would have no choice but to leave him... So that what Samuel tried to do. It was a struggle for him to even stand up. He was so tied and weak... He just needed to be strong enough to get away from this man. "Thanks but no thanks..." He uttered softly, while not looking at the man entirely. With one hand against the building beside him, he slowly -achingly- stood up. He needed to seek shelter anyway. And even though he didn't care if he died, he didn't want this man to see him die... He would much prefer a quiet alley- no, honestly, Samuel would like a field of grass or flowers, yeah, that sounded nice. He felt lightheaded while standing, and he tried his best to hide that fact. But it was hard to do so when it felt like the ground was shifting below him. The brunette placed his cold hand on the building for support as he started to walk the way he knew would at least hide him from the rain. Although, it probably wouldn't help by now because his clothes were already getting soaked. It was actually very frustrating to walk, to fight against the coldness, and to keep going... Samuel just wanted to give up already and he had only taken maybe ten steps- And then suddenly fell onto his knees. He was tired of struggling. Samuel had been broken for a long time now... And here he was denying himself an opportunity... Just because he was scared. Sam was tired of it all, pain, hurting, suffering, starving, sleepless nights, being cold, having no energy... and so on. It was right then that he could finally admit to himself; he really didn't want to die... A soft, barely audible cry escaped his lips. He was so weak and hated it. He was scared and hated it... Sam hated himself for letting it get this bad... Tears -he didn't even know he had any anymore- started to fall down his cheeks, though you couldn't tell because it was raining. He was panting lightly because of his exhaustion and was having a hard time catching his breath- Yet he was still fighting it. No way would he die in front of some stranger... No way was Samuel going to give up on himself any longer... He truly wanted to live but now he was more afraid of being too far gone to be saved. He was so scared, but all he could do was hope that the stranger was good with his word. It no longer mattered if this stranger was dangerous or some kind of pervert- Samuel's mind was too busy concentrating on breathing to really think at this moment. He just... Really wanted help but was scared to ask. Samuel just felt so weak, so gross and disgusting, so frail, hungry, so unbearably cold... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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