Through Rags and Riches (Raychu & YellowPerch)

[Raychu]

 

 

Name: Julian Innis

Nickname(s): Julie (Used by his obnoxious older brother), Lian

Age: 24

Position: Uke

Species: Human, wizard

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 139 lbs

Birthday: October 12th

Nationality: Northern Irish Empire

Sexuality: Pansexual

 

Hair Color: Ash Brown

Eye Color: Chartreuse Green

Extra: He has a faded scar on his hip from his brother accidentally cutting him with a knife. He also wears a lot of expensive jewelry to show off his high class status.

Elemental Magic: Dusk/Dark Element

 

Personality: Julian has an artificial personality in which he usually displays on the front around people who are unknown to him. He keeps a smiling face that makes him seem friendly and approachable. He is considered to be a hopeless romantic that makes a lot of people swoon over him. Behind the mask, Julian is a very moody and has random temperaments for people to handle. He can be easily discouraged if his brother talks him down because he admires his brother. Because of his brother he is possessive of anything that is close to him, as he brother constantly take the things he wanted away. Julien is neat and observant of others to pick apart their personalities to play with them. He tends to flaunt off his magic in order to seem cool and loves showing off his jewels. He can be easily influenced once he is under the influence of alcohol. Julien is very sly and cynical, though he is extremely loyal to one person (if in any sort of relationship, even if he uses them for entertainment at times. He is flirtatious and romantic and will never be that way once he is claimed by someone. From his previous relationships, he's picked up seduction tactics.

Likes: Bitter fruits, knitting starry nights, a full moon, being alone, any type of tea, orchestras, the cold, and nighttime in general.

Dislikes: Mornings, having to talk with people, leaving his mansion, anything overly sweet, being looked down upon.

Occupation: Unemployed, looking for his job

 

Bio: Julien grew up in a loving household from his parents. He was always pushed away by the person he admired, his brother, Zander. Zander constantly put him down to where it became necessary for him to find his revenge by becoming more known to the outside world, though he has a hard time because he doesn't like acting all soft-hearted when he's not. His elemental magic came from his mother side of the family, being currently the only one who's living that has inherited the power. He grew up, of spoiled, just not interactive much and had to force himself to fake a mask. Once he was old enough, he tried to move out, only to find that he liked living in his rich world better. When he had returned, his brother had left to make his own fortunes, leaving Julien to try and figure himself out. Now he's determined to figure what occupation would suit his magic best.

 

 

It was supposed to be a normal stroll through the streets. This day was going to end up like any other. Julien would walk out, put on a princely mask, and force himself through the day. People would come up to him and strike a conversation, women would ask about his relationship status, and then he'd go home from the exhaustion of faking. That was supposed to be his normal day routine. One that occurred every day, over and over, an endless repeat. For some reason, a minuscule bite of karma, caused that routine to fall apart. Some mysterious force decided he was the perfect victim to attack with an out of the blue problem.

 

Some petty thief decided he was the best option to steal from. If it was a few rings and his necklace, that wouldn't have been worth the mad dash he made for the guy. What he took was the pouch hung on his hip. It was full of his money, which was useless, he had more. It had the golden magnolia pendant, a gift from his grandmother before she passed. He always carried it around for good luck. A promise was a promise. He would keep it around, he just couldn't bring himself to wear it, too... feminine. It was priceless item. She gave it to him because she trusted that he would always have it around. He couldn't break that promise.

 

"Get back here! Please stop!" Julien wanted nothing more than to scream scream profanities at the thief, he had a nice face to hold. The ran through multiple streets before it called for desperate measures. A dark shadow flowed from his body and wrapping around, what looked like a kid, cutting off any more pathways. Remain calm. Don't get upset. Everyone makes mistakes.

 

"Please! I won't do it again, let me go!" A high pitch squeal sounded from the blackness that slowly dissipated as the wizard stepped closer. The fearful look in the kid's eyes made him even angrier. Don't steal and nothing bad will happen.

 

"Don't look so terrified. I'm not going to do anything, I promise. There is something special in the pouch," he said as sweetly as he could, that signature smile pulling across his cheek. He reached his hand out, the boy slowly putting the pouch in the center of his palm. Once the pouch was properly returned, he handed the boy ten silver coins. Hold up a nice face.

 

"Thank you sir! I'm sorry! Thank you so very much!" The boy happily ran off with the money. This time, Julien tied the pouch to his loop securely, making sure no one could just tug this off.

 

"Where in the world am I...?" Now that he could logically think about it, Julien had never once stepped into this side of town. He was lost. Looking around, he recognized which class area he was in. The low class. The small homes, beat down houses, nothing looked as clean as the middle class, not even close to the high class. He's never been here, not once. He didn't want to look at the poor conditions of these people, he couldn't feel sympathy for them, their lives were this way because of some force. He was born with the silver spoon in his mouth. "This can't be happening. You're not serious. How the hell did I end up over here?"

 

Julien was a lost soul in the streets, looking at the people passing. He opened his mouth to call out to someone, quickly closing it. He had his pride. He'd figure out his way back home. He was capable.

 

That was one of his worst decisions. The more he walked, the more lost he became. Maybe asking for help wasn't too big of a deal... He wasn't getting home until night by this rate. He wouldn't complain about the time of day, he just can't see where he's going in the dark, the night sky was a gorgeous thing to admire.

 

Slowly he stepped towards a guy on the ground. He looked so... frail. Sickly is a better word. Thin. It didn't take hard to deduct why he looked this way. Julien was vaguely aware how people in this area lived. He knew it wasn't good. He just wasn't sure exactly the horrors of being in the low class. The most he ever saw was the mid class, he even lived in one of the homes, then he went back to where he belonged, the high class mansion.

 

"Excuse me, may I ask for directions? Maybe offer you a meal?" Look good in front of anyone you can. That was something he always had to remind himself of. He needed to look good. Being liked got you everywhere you needed to be. It got his brother somewhere. Julien wanted to to make it to that somewhere too.

[YellowPerch]

 

 

Name: Forrest Anders

Age: 21

Height: 6 feet even

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Comes off more brown, but it the right light it shines like flames

 

Magic level: Nearly non existent

Position: Seme

Birthday: November 2

Sexuality: Bi

Nationality: French American

 

Likes: Quiet (likes to think a lot), Steak (or food in general. Since it comes to him so often), Night sky (especially moon)

Dislikes: His name, His home, His smoking habit, His family, His life

Personality: Uninterested, Quiet, Harsh on self, Bottled up anger, Aloof, Honest to a fault, Hard to trust

Bio: Forrest was born and raised in Average class magic wards. He and his family happy lived for several years in the very same house his grandparents lived in. However, when it was time for his families annual magic tests, his worse nightmare came true. While his father was a high class magic user, and his mother average, they expected to have all their children with magical abilities. His sister was born first, with a high class magic ability. Then his brother, with the same level. However, when he was born, they didn't expect him to be of low class. At the age of thirteen, Forrest's family quickly exiled him from their own home. The ward found out and cast him aside, leaving him to fend for himself. Unable to live among even the average grade magi users, Forrest found himself in the heart of the low class levels. Many called it the slums, Forrest called it Hell. He spent years after that trying just to survive. He started to hate his family for doing this to him, started to not trust people, even those of his same level. He took up smoking and blamed it for his homeless situation. Though deep down he beat himself senseless and blamed himself for everything. He managed to pick up some small jobs here and there in order to feed himself, but it wasn't enough to hold his weight and soon he became sickly. Even now, he struggles for food and water, all the while losing more weight and hating on himself deeper.

Occupation: Hand for hire. Small jobs that barely pay

 

 

The day had started off rough like it always had. Forrest rolled out of his made up hay bed. He had managed to find an old abandoned barn down within the slums. Someone clearly having tried making a name for themselves down here or be lucky enough to leave. Lucky for Forrest the barn still had stacks of hay available. Choosing one stall out of the three that were available, Forrest had spread out a large amount of hay where it would be comfortable enough to sleep on for the mere hours he did sleep. The hay was getting old, perhaps it was time to circle out the old and throw down some new hay. He would have to be careful though, even his supply of hay was running low.

 

When the task was finished he stretched out, noticing some hay fall about him. He shook and patted at his clothes and hair. It was a handful to deal with every morning, but he wasn't going to complain. Complaining got him no where. He had learned that easily after so many years living like trash. When finished, once again Forrest readied himself to venture out into the colder air. It wasn't the season to be getting chilly, but the slums always gave off a colder feel to them then the mid or high class wards did.

 

Forrest looked left and right, deciding which way he was going to go today. Unlike some of the people down here who had jobs, Forrest was one of the many you didn't. And it wasn't like he couldn't get a job. Just either no one was looking to hire a homeless like him, or they just couldn't afford taking someone else in besides their own family helping them with their own shop. Forrest decided he'd take a stroll of the ward, something he did nearly daily. He'd walk around the whole of the ward, hands in pockets, cigarette in mouth. Many of the slums people took him as their neighborhood watch. In fact, there were a multitude of times when Forrest stopped crimes from happening and making the slums a little more easier to live in.

 

It wasn't like he'd be able to stop all crimes though. And from day to day there were still rumors of this person beating on his wife. Or that child stealing from the mid class bread maker. Even of rape and murder. Things just happened that just were not in his control. What he can stop, however he did. Like the almost stabbing for someone having stolen someone else's bed. The slums were filled with desperate people and everyone turned on another. He sighed as he passed a child painfully scratching at his stomach. Yesterday Forrest had gave him what left of his food he had to the boy. But even that wasn't enough to quench the pain of starvation. Everyone here was starving, or at least damn well close to it.

 

Forrest had made it half way through the ward on his 'patrol' and found himself stopping in front of the drug dealer that usually gave him his smokes. It was a bad habit to have been addicted to. But he'd rather the cancer sticks then any of the other drugs some people were doing. Forrest shook his head. He had three smokes left in the pack he had now. He'd have one later and save the other two for another day until he could get some more. He left the small shack of the dealer and continued his walk. It was about another 20 minute walk, ignoring all the people who begged him for money or food, where he found himself a more quieter spot to settle.

 

Forrest stopped next to a small home, pulled out his smokes and lit one up. It gave him the little strength he needed to get through the day, even if they were slowly killing him. Forrest looked up at the sky and sighed. The blue made it look like a whole new world compared to the grey of the slums. He slid down the building behind him and sat on the ground. One knee bent up and an arm resting upon it. He watched as men and women, wobbling from being drunk crossed in front of him. Children dragging their feet from loss of strength. Just a few days ago he witnessed his tenth death in an alleyway as no one bothered to check on the man.

 

Forrest pushed himself away from the wall and decided to lay down on his back. He kept his knee bent, but his right arm now rested on his stomach, practically rubbing against his ribs under his shirt. His left hand rested on his forehead. He quickly realized lying down with a smoke in your mouth was by far a bad idea. So he sighed and put it out next to him in the dirt. Once again Forrest looked up at the sky. A beautiful hue of blue that mocked him. A world of peace he knew he would never, could never reach. His eyes narrowed at it's brightness, the sun making it more unbearable. He slid his hand over his eyes and closed them, taking in what little warmth of the sun he could. Suddenly the sun was blocked and he was pretty sure he didn't see a cloud anywhere near it.

 

"Excuse me, may I ask for directions? Maybe offer you a meal?" A voice far too kind spoke up from behind his closed and hidden eyes. The voice was clearly that of a males, however it was one that didn't belong here in Hell. "Hm?" Slowly Forrest removed his hand and blinked against the light of the sun. He found the figure of the voice standing next to him, looking down upon him. Of course, just like everyone else did. The sun shadowed the figure from his view however, and without sitting up he couldn't see. So Forrest did just that at sat up, finally noticing the bright colors of someone very much not meant to be here.

 

Forrest looked up, eyes narrowed at the figure. The voice he heard, was asking for directions. Surely he wasn't that directionally impaired to have randomly ended up here of all places. Either way, he supposed he'd get the man out of here before something happened. Forrest pointed with his index finger towards his right. "Not too far up ahead there is a gate and stair case. Guards stand at the gate, so they should be able to let you through." He wasn't used to speaking so much. In fact, he normally only spoke the most of three answers at one given time. His voice was hoarse and scratched at his throat, he didn't realize just how dry his mouth and throat were.

[Raychu]

It wasn't the answer he was expecting. This stranger was ignoring his kindness. He should be grateful to be approached about a meal. Being brushed off was Julien's biggest pet peeve, as if he was being looked down upon. That was laughable. This mere low class citizen could never look down on him, Julien, a wealthy wizard. No, no. Don't let his poor attitude make you angry. It's okay for him to be petty. Clearly you're better than him. Remain kind. He had to repeat this over and over in his head. It would be a fatal mistake to his reputation to let his anger get the better of him. He straightened himself, holding a hand out towards the stranger. Remain calm, kind, and approachable. Don't be a fool. He wouldn't let himself be the joker, become the source of entertainment for others, he would remain at the top. Always.

 

"Thank you. Now how about that meal? I'm Julien Innis. Who might you be?" His name rolled off his lips with a bitterness. Why should he be informing this stranger who he was? Why was he even doing it in the first place? Whoever his world, clearly had a lack of interest in someone who was being awfully sweet to be offering food. Did he not respect how nice Julien was attempting to be? What a poor joke. That didn't matter. Soon, it would be all over, he just needed to get home after leaving an impression. He held that soft smile, not once did he twitch. He watched many poor actors have their smiles crack.

 

Julien learned from these mistakes and pushed his acting to the limit. It may have been bad that he was able to admit that this friendly approach was never his true self. Being kind didn't get you anywhere. Resorting to his slyness actually got him somewhere in people's hearts. Nice guys always finish last. Bad boys finish first. Which option would be the best choice for someone like him? A young man who had to fight with other people for his placement in the high class society. Julien absolutely needed to be the one to have the first job offers. He needed to be the first pick for relationships. Giving that up just because he wanted to be kind and compassionate was never an option. If he was seen as a cynical brat from the views of people who knew him, oh well, he just had what it takes to remain at the top. Weaklings were shoved down in no time.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest was hoping the other would forget about the food offer and just leave. That was why he hadn't looked back at the other this whole time. If he continued to look in the direction of the gate he mentioned, then the other would surely leave, right? Wrong. The man stayed in place and Forrest was almost nervous to look back at him. Unfortunately at the other's voice and the mention of his name, Forrest did in fact look back. The other, now called Julien, was holding out a hand towards him. Forrest knew it was a mere greeting, but he'd shaken enough hands to know he couldn't trust all of them.

 

Hesitantly he did in fact shake Julien's hand. His grip was weak against the more powerful grip. Clearly showing their difference in class, in life choices. When the handshake finished, Forrest found himself retracting his hand a little too quickly and stuffing it in the safety of his lap. He wasn't sure how to take in this sudden meeting with the other.

 

Forrest did have to reply though. As much as he tried to keep to himself, he did have to reply to their other's offer. He shook his head slowly from side to side. His dehydrated state making even that a little dizzying. "I am fine. But the others need it more..." Forrest looked over at a small group of children huddled together begging passerby for food. Unfortunately those passing by had no food of their own, had no coin for food and were starving as much as they were. Forrest was just as close to them, and even though he didn't trust easily, he was willing to help those who were in need more then himself.

 

 

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[Raychu]

A nerve was struck when the other refused him once more. He was starving, from the looks of it, on the brink of death. One meal couldn’t simply be missed in his state. Maybe if he was fed all the time like Julien, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It was for him though. This stranger was being considerate to think of the children first. He was truly being kind. Something that the higher class could never be. Well, not in all honesty. Julien could fake it. He was a natural born actor. Unlike this guy on the ground, being kind was impossible, he would never let himself be that way. People would walk all over you. Push you around. One simple trait such as compassion could make you end up as people’s pets. It would never happen, that was that.

 

This poor sap was going to have a meal with him now. Whether he wanted it or not. Julien was going to grace this starved stranger with a meal that could hold him throughout the day. Why was he so intent on this now? It amused him that… Whoever this was, turned down a meal. He could walk up to the next person he sees with the same offer and they wouldn’t deny his gift. Being as rich as he was in the low class area was equivalent to being a god. You could bless these poor, hopeless people with a meal and they’d see you in a whole new light.

 

“Then we can pick them up some food as well. You can give it to them. Better yet, I could give them some money. I don’t have much left in my pouch which would mean I need to go home and get more… You see, I’m not too familiar with the area yet. I have a feeling you would know it better than I do. I’m not going to tiptoe around this. I would like you to come with me to retrieve the money so that you can help me navigate around this area. Would you please be my guide? This would include a meal for you. I suggest that you don’t reject the offer again. I mean, I hate to insult you, it’s just you don’t look like you’ll make it another day without something in your stomach. I can easily supply you with food for the children. Just accept the offer of a meal,” he said in a happy, friendly tone. This was his way of being manipulative. If this stranger felt bad for those children, he could pick him apart just by that.

 

“If you don’t mind me saying this either, I feel bad seeing so many people starving. Why not help the first person I see to make a small change in someone’s life? Don’t think I’m doing this to look good either. I’m genuinely concerned about the living environment for the lower class.” With the way it sounded, he may have only been talking himself up higher than this class. Unintentionally, he surely wasn’t sounding too sympathetic for them.

 

“My grandmother used to live in the lower class until she married my grandfather. She always told me when I saw someone in need, I was supposed to do my best and try to help them,” he said quietly, averting his eyes, seeming embarrassed. Julien was also a good liar on top of horrid personality. Yet people still fell for his devilish tricks.

[YellowPerch]

The man still wasn't leaving. Forrest sat upon the ground, looking up at the man as he stood there, watching Forrest back. He had hoped the other would leave as soon as he pointed out where to go. And his directions weren't all that bad to navigate with the gate being just up ahead. Okay so you had to walk through the alley at the end of this road and make a left on to the next road and you'd see it. But still, it was practically a straight way. He also wasn't sure how to react around the other anymore. It was starting to get awkward. Having offered food and declining it was the only thing he could think of letting the man leave sooner.

 

However that didn't happen. And instead the man was offering him more food and a deal. Food for the kids even after eating his own? Forrest wasn't sure if he should agree to those terms. He wanted the kids to eat, but he couldn't think of eating food before them. Then money was brought into the conversation, Forrest was beginning to feel overwhelmed. This was the first time anyone had offered to do something for anyone here in the lower wards. There was just one problem. He now had to escort the other out of the lower wards. Did he have to accompany him all the way to his home? Clearly he was a higher ward citizen, there was no way Forrest would be allowed anywhere near that ward.

 

The next words he heard made him flinch and narrow his eyes. Insult? How else would the others words come off then as an insult? If Forrest looked like he was on their verge of dying then he very well could have been. But there was nothing that would have been able to prevent these events from happening that forced him into this sort of life. Forrest remained quiet as the other continued to speak, seemingly to not realize, despite the kindness to his words, Forrest was starting to regret his life more and more.

 

At the others seemingly embarrassed state after declaring his grandmother a former citizen of the lower ward, Forrest couldn't help but sigh. He looked down at the others shoes, noticing how clean, despite his adventures through the lower ward, they were. He looked at his hand, it was white, bony, clearly emphasizing how his face must look to the other standing before him. He looked back up and nodded. "I'll take you to the gate. You should be able to find your way back from there. The food...." Forrest lowered his voice, even though he was already talking quite softly. "Bread will be fine. But a meal will be supplied to them." He nodded towards the children. Which by now had stopped begging and were now huddled together in a circle.

 

 

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[Raychu]

That was it. Why did he have to deny him so much? Julien didn't exactly want to become forceful, he just didn't know what to do. He opened the pouch on his hip, pulling out that pendant and five silver coins to go with it. He stuffed the pedant in his pocket, like hell he'll wear that thing, ever. With the coins in hand, he crouched down, and put them in the stranger's hand. He made those slim finger form a fist. He had to make sure he wasn't going to just drop the coins and leave them. Money should never be wasted. He straightened himself out, walking over to the huddled children. Seeing them like this was a pitiful sight, it just never pulled at his heart strings enough to actually feel something like sympathy for them. He saw it as it was. They were Lowe and he was higher. Their lifestyles would be that much different. Maybe he didn't expect to see this many people starving and on the brink of death, he also didn't expect any special treatment for them.

 

Julien handed on of the children the pouch. He said a few words about being sparing with the money, spending all at once wouldn't last them forever. Children were children no matter what class, they may just be hearing him, not actually listening. After their words of gratitude, he stepped back towards the stranger from before, sitting down on the ground next to him. The wizard really didn't like getting his clothes dirty, he really hated it. Sacrifices must be made for the better... Well, he was just going to prove that he was able to get what he wants by making his stranger want to eat more than bread. That wouldn't help out his situation any better than before he ate. It probably was a day by day struggle. At least if he ate one meal today he might not be as weak tomorrow. Some energy will be stored.

 

"I don't understand why you're refusing. I'm starting to become confused. I understand you want to help the children, that's fair, but only willing to take a loaf of bread? That's not enough to help you. I want to truly help you. I gave them all my money, which means they should be able to get meals for themselves, right? Right. Can you please just take the offer of food? It's nice that you want to help the children but you won't be able to help them if you're dead. Like I said, I can supply money. As in, daily money, for you and the children. It won't come at a cost either. Well, no, maybe. I want to learn about you. So... Maybe a potential friendship with you? First off I'd need your name as well," he laughed softly, those chartreuse eyes giving an intimidating stare. He naturally was an intimidating person just from his status. He only added onto it to get what he wanted.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest was positive he saw a flash of annoyance in the others features as he reached into the pouch around his waist and pulled out five coins. He was confused about what the other was doing at first, until he leaned down and grabbed his hand. This made Forrest flinch, but he didn't move his hand away. Then five coins were dropped into his hand and the other made for him to fist his fingers closed. He allowed the other to do so, but was unable to say anything. The the other stood up, walked his way towards the children and dropped the rest of his coin and the pouch with them. When he came back to sit down beside Forrest, Forrest still held the five coins in his hand and watched the other without words.

 

It was quiet for a brief moment between the two of them. Forrest looked back at the children who were beaming with smiles. Just as quickly however they hid the pouch, in case someone else saw them with it. When the other finally spoke up, Forrest let his hand drop into his lap. He sighed and looked down at his hand and the coins on it. "My life is meaningless to me now. But if there's a chance I can take to save the younger generation, then I will." His voice wasn't all that scratchy now, but it was still quiet.

 

"I apologize for causing you trouble just now. But I've never been one to accept when such a large handout has been given." He looked back over at the other after he heard what the man had finished saying. "Forrest....Anders. My name." He was a little hesitant at first to tell a stranger his name. But he soon gave in and did so anyway. He shook Helios head slowly once again, his eyes narrowing from the dizziness. "I have no idea why you'd want a friendship with someone like me. Our class alone is reason for my confusion." He looked at the other, having to look away instantly at the intenseness of the others eyes.

 

 

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[Raychu]

“A meal is a large handout? Well, understandably if your life is on the line, perhaps,” he murmured. It made absolutely no sense to him. A meal is nothing compared to receiving money all the time from a stranger. Which is exactly what Julien had offered to do. That was a much bigger handout than some measly meals. He should appreciate the offer that has been given. Instead he claims it’s a big handout? No. Maybe it was just some hidden embarrassment that he was being given something by someone from a much higher status. If Julien was in this trashy area, dying, he would feel just as ashamed. However, he couldn’t grasp onto the thought pattern of this stranger, if he spent more time with him, then possibly he could. Just watch and observe.

 

“It’s nice to meet you Forrest,” he hummed happily. Anders? That was a name he heard maybe once or twice. Not enough for them to be well known such as himself. It was a name he heard. He should probably feign ignorance about knowing something about the last name. It was minor information of their magic levels, he still knew, which leads him to the question, why would an Anders be in the slums?

 

“Our class alone?” Julien let out a laugh, making sure it didn’t sound forced. Well, it was a reasonable statement. In all honesty he wanted nothing to do with Forrest just from his status as a poor man. He couldn’t let the dirty appearance bother him. “Status doesn’t matter to me. If that was the case, you would be a joker for em to laugh at. Do you see me laughing at your status? The starving state your in? Does it seem like I’m bragging about where I stand to you? I sincerely hope you don’t believe that. To me, poor or rich, it’s meaningless. Money doesn’t buy affection or companionship. I could spend all my money on someone who doesn’t like me and still come out empty handed. Truly, I see people in need and I think that I’m lucky I didn’t end up where you are. I’m no luckier where I am. People expect so much from you. Expectations are set too high for the standards I’m at. I don’t even have a proper job yet. Ironic isn’t it?”

 

Every word was nothing but a mere trick to the right mind. He made his situation relatable in a way. Yes, expectations were set, he reached them without a problem. The only true thing from his web of lies was the job he didn’t have. Not because he couldn’t get one, he didn’t fit in with any of them, they lacked his interest. Without being intrigued he couldn't do the job properly and probably get fired.

 

“Only a piece of bread? Will that really fill you up enough? I really think you should let me feed you just one meal."

[YellowPerch]

Forrest nodded, knowing very well the other had only offered one decent meal. "I don't expect you to understand my reasoning for declining." Yes a meal was only a meal. And Julien was right, if one was on the verge of death, like Forrest exactly was, then a meal was large. Heck, just a piece of bread was a large meal to him. But Forrest couldn't accept someone else's kindness. He hadn't known kindness well. His own family having cast him aside, and the people of the slums casting you with glares every now and then. It felt awkward for julien to be sitting there next to him now.

 

Forrest wasn't sure if saying his full name was good or bad. Somehow he felt he could trust Julien with his name and not turn a disgraceful gaze upon him. Though he wasn't too sure how much he knew of Forrest's family name. His family were mere medium class mages, nothing like Julien who was a high class.

 

Forrest had looked away from Julien and the coins still fisted loosely in his hand. He looked back up at the sky, longing for the warmth it brought with the sun. "The fact that a high class like yourself is even sitting here talking with me has set me confused." When Julien went on a rant, Forrest closed his eyes and took in his words. "To be honest I'm honored." Though his voice was hoarse and low, his body pale and thin, his eyes showed that he still held on to life no matter how disgraceful he fell. "Your right. Money doesn't buy affection or companionship." Forrest fisted the coins tighter before turning back to Julien and handing them back. He didn't reach for the others hand like he had done first, thinking it be rude of him to do so being a lower class. So he held his hand out and waited for the other to take the coin back.

 

"A piece of bread will not fill me up. But I'd rather not take advantage of your kindness. However, I will agree to help you find your way out of here." His voice rose a little in tone, but it still came out hoarse and raspy.

 

 

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[Raychu]

Honored? Did he just say he was honored? To have Julien, a higher class, sitting next to him? That's all he needed to hear for his mood to turn from sour to joyful in seconds. Those words set him on a higher pedestal that made him feel ecstatic. He liked being told that people were honored to be near him. How could they not be? He was so considerate to even grace them with his presence. He could’ve walked on by and ignored them, treated them like dirt, or even spit on them for being lower. He could’ve been cruel. They should always be thankful when he’s around. Flaunting his kindness meant his money was being thrown away for their own good. Every human should be honored just to be able to gaze upon his beauty.

 

Those chartreuse eyes dropped to hand that was offering back what he had already given. He closed the hand back up, refusing to touch the money. “I cannot take back what I have already given. You didn’t it either. You will keep that money,” he said in a demanding tone. There was a slip. He didn’t mean to let such a demanding tone out, he just wouldn’t take the money, it belonged to Forrest now. No longer Julien’s. He tried to play off the harshness in his voice with a weak smile. He couldn’t mess up anymore. It would be fatal to his image, this personality he designed, exposing it was equivalent to his execution. If Julien’s intentions became crystal clear then everything he built would be knocked down.

 

“Taking advantage would mean you’d be asking for more than I’m willing to give. There is nothing you’re taking advantage of. I’m offering the kindness for you to take. I’m begging you, please just take the offer. I can’t exactly build a friendship with someone buried in the ground, can I? I’m serious. I actually want to try and become your friend. You don’t seem like a bad guy. None of the people where I live are trustworthy enough to attempt a connection. Understand what I’m saying?”

[YellowPerch]

Forrest looked down at his hand, the hand in which was being gently closed together around the coins once more. Julien's were warm and soft on his rough and cold hands. Forrest nearly retracted his hands in fear that he'd tarnish the other with his touch. He kept his hand in place however and only looked down at their hands until the other let go. A small hint of change in his voice that Forrest managed to push aside. Perhaps Forrest was being rude to return this. He clenched his hand over the coins and bowed his head. "Thank you, I am thankful for this gift."

 

Forrest looked back up to watch the other as he began to speak up again. Julien was begging him? Begging him to allow him to at least feed him one single meal. Forrest was taken aback, but soon he began to think that maybe he should just let himself be treated this one time. Forrest looked down at his hand again. They were nearly bone now, no hint of muscle at all. Friendship. Having a friend. It was the first time he'd ever been given this chance since he'd been thrown into this ward. Forrest sighed and stuffed the coins in the one pocket that wasn't ripped. He looked back up at Julien with as little energy as he had, and smiled. He bowed once more. "A friend....would be a great thing to have. I would like....to have a meal with you."

 

Forrest felt awkward bowing and smiling, but it was the first time he'd felt...relieved at having someone to talk to. Julien seemed like a kind person, kind enough to want to talk to him, to offer a meal to him and his coins. Perhaps, Forrest could open up to the other. Allow him to know more about him. And just maybe he could learn more about Julien. Forrest decided then that if he didn't take chances it wouldn't be considered living. Taking this chance, was his step in life to be someone other then a bum of the slums.

 

 

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[Raychu]

"I'm glad. Thank you for saying yes," he chipped cheerfully. A toothy smile spread across his cheeks from the way the other was bowing. Julien felt like a real prince. All that was missing was a crown to put on his head. Forrest wasn't just amusing him, he was making his head bigger than before. More, the higher class wanted so much more from this guy. Simple, sweet compliments could even make his mood better. This would be a huge turn on if it was happening in the bedroom… Almost a little disappointing that it wasn't. What was he saying? Julien could never sleep with someone like Forrest. Too.. dirty. It could be a potential maybe if he was cleaned up to perfection. He hated dirt.

 

“Stop bowing. You look silly,” he laughed softly, brushing off his excitement from the action. A hand outstretched into Forrest’s hair, ruffling it gently. To Julien’s surprise, for it being so dirty, it felt kind of nice through his fingers. He added another hand and continued to run his fingers through his hair. It was grimy, greasy, and gross. It still felt… nice in a peculiar kind of way. He pulled his hands away, standing up and brushing off the dirt, or the most of what he could. Touching such filthy hair and liking it was an inexcusable action.

 

“Let’s go, shall we?” Julien reached a hand out to help Forrest up. He wouldn't force the other to feast until he was full, well, maybe a bit. He would at least make the other eat enough to last the rest of the day. “Oh! Will you be here tomorrow as well? We'd need to set up a meeting place. Unless you'd be willing to come to where I live so I can pamper you.” Julien laughed, though there was a hope Forrest would say yes. He was sure the guy could look more attractive if he was cleaned up.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest caught the grin and almost had to cast his eyes away from it. He was to bright. And someone like Forrest shouldn't be in his presence. Forrest glanced up at the other as an arm outstretched. Surprised Forrest flinched just a bit, however when a feeling in his hair came over him his eyes widened. It was the first time in years since he'd felt such a gentle touch. In fact, he'd forgotten what it felt like. His body visibly relaxed and his eyes closed against the touch. He hadn't quite noticed when a second hand came, but the touch was amazing. His eyes remained closed and his head tilted against the touch slightly. But all too soon it ended and his eyes opened. He looked up as a hand reached out to him.

 

Forrest looked at the hand, then back at Julien. Forrest smiled and took the hand. He pushed his weight off the ground himself more then allow the other to pull him up. But it was nice to feel the warmth of the others hand in his once more. It nearly made him shiver at the touch. As soon as he was standing up straight he tried brushing off most of the dirt from his clothes. Then Julien chirped out. "I...might not be here." Forrest pointed at the spot he was just sitting in. He never had his days set out. He would wake up, if was lucky enough to go another day and would just aimlessly walk around. Try to find a job to do. But if not he was staring into space. Forrest shook his head from side to side and gripped on to his left arm with his right hand. "Someone like me shouldn't be allowed into your home. That is where...I don't belong." His eyes were cast down at the ground.

 

Forrest truly believed that he wasn't allowed in the higher wards. In fact, there were times he believed he was allowed even in the slums. He was a worthless person, so he thought of himself. He'd never felt what it was like to be needed. Never felt what it was like to belong somewhere. Even as a child, before his ability to use magic came forth. It was pathetic really. No human should feel the way Forrest did at that moment.

 

 

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[Raychu]

"Nonsense! Don't determine that on your own. I don't belong there either, unfortunately, it's where I live. You shouldn't be so quick to place yourself. Someone like you sounds ridiculous. Someone like me should be cold and cruel to you, just because of your placement, right? well it's not fair. How we are divided isn't fair," Julien murmured, biting the words he desperately wanted to say. It was unfortunate you were born like this. Too bad the world decided to cast you aside into this filthy place. Where you are now wasn't s mistake, you belong here. A double face took years to create. Julien perfected the art and could act at the drop of a hat. It was almost a talent. Too bad that it wouldn't really do him any good if he was found out. People would be amazed by his hidden face. He was so well kept and proper, they would never suspect a snake ready to strike at any moment.

 

"I'll treat you to any food you desire! Name it and it's yours," he hummed happily, pulling Forrest along like a pet. No, this guy was his new pet, to play with, pamper, and train to perfection. If he could get this man to shower him with compliments every time they met, he would br in the heavens. Currently, with what he had now, was tolerable enough. The guy did just bow to him prior. They needed to train a little more to achieve the ultimate perfection. If only he could clean him up, that would only improve the success of the compliments. Sweet words could easily be ruined the dirty look of someone.

 

"You know, if you let me clean you up, you'd look very handsome~!" Maybe if he showered Forrest in compliments, he'd receive the right to bathe him. Feeding him took enough effort as it was. Adding extra words to getvhim to take a bathe may be impossible. However, the impossible can be made possible with a bit of persuasion and some kind gestures.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest had no right to speak back but he wanted to scream at Julien, make him understand that his breath was wasted talking to him. But Forrest couldn't shake the warmth and the kindness he'd gone so long without. Julien's hand still wrapped its fingers around Forrest's in an attempt to not let go. It was a firm grip, but not to strong where it was demanding. Suddenly Forrest was pulled along, trying to think of a food that could suffice as a meal that Julien would agree on. When he was younger there were times he'd try to get into the middle class area. The aromas of food lead him deeper into the streets, had he followed his nose further he truly would have ended up in the high class streets. The smells there were ever delicious.

 

Then he remembered a smell that he'd forgotten so many years ago. His eyes still cast down, but watching the wide proud step of the man pulling him from behind. His mumbled voice was just barely heard over the heavy footsteps between the two. "Sp-spaghetti w-with garlic bread." It was a meal he had once in his life. A meal his mother once made for him, which quickly became his favorite meal. Of course, he never remembered the goodness of that memory and had forgotten he ever had it before.

 

He thought Julien would be content with at least being able to grant him a meal, but at the mention of a bath he became stiff. Though he continued to follow Julien where he was quickly nearing the gate and stairs to the middle class streets. "I-I bathe..." And he did. However, only during rainstorms where it poured heavily enough to soak his body in a matter of seconds rather then over time in a small shower. A blush did find its way on to his cheeks despite his negative thoughts. The smell of shampoo, the warmth of clean water, the feeling of it running through his dirty hair. He shook his head of thoughts that over powered him.

 

For now he would just get past the meal first. Hopefully he could distract Julien long enough to forget about the bath. After the meal he could return to the slums only to lay there on his makeshift and hard bed wide awake as he thought about the days events and why he was the one Julien chose him to lay money upon. But for now, the meal would come first.

[Raychu]

Bathe? He bathed? That was vague. Anyone could bathe, in anything. Sun, mud, and rain. The three things that Julien was sure this commoner bathed in. Currently, he could let it go. Sooner or later he would earn the trust to bathe the other. Hopefully it would be sooner than later. He was not a patient guy. Julien was overly pushy, and he was going to get what he wanted. Being spoiled made him feel like he deserved what he got. Why did he deserve it? He didn’t. He never deserved a single thing that he got. It was given to him because of his status. Maybe it was the upbringing that inflated his ego, or his just his natural magic abilities in general.

 

Julien was fortunate enough to have been born with a high usage of magic. He took it for granted. Never once, did the user consider that he could be where others were. He could be stuck in the slums, living only by a scrap of breath every day. If the world were to suddenly switch his role, he’d give up immediately, and end his life. Because what he has is what he wanted, not what he deserved.

 

“Wonderful choice of meal!” The brunet kept up the false face. He would not let anyone in, ever. If Forrest learned about him, it would ruin what he was planning to build. He didn’t have time either. They needed to build this faster. This guy needed to worship him, compliment him, give him endless affection. Not from love, from admiration. He wanted to feel higher than he already was.

 

“Hey, how about you work instead? Then I can provide you a place to stay, food to eat, and money to give. You could come work at my home as a… caretaker,” he said in a chipper tone. It was so forced, he was amazed people fell for his facade. Julien was a true actor.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest had no idea how to keep up with Julien. He was a light Forrest never thought he would ever witness again in his life time. He'd lived his life for many years in the slums, the mud, there was no light there. For the kids maybe, they had kept optimist attitudes and lived their days hopefully one by one. Forrest couldn't, neither did he have the energy to do so. He struggled for meals every morning and night and struggled to keep clean, he managed his own bed at night and that was as good he was going to see the light.

 

He wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid of being alone in death. He'd die on the streets as people watched from afar or just walked by. His name wouldn't be known by others and he wouldn't be missed. And with Julien finding his way into Forrest's life, it scared him even more. That was why he didn't want Julien to take notice of him. To offer him the hope he feared wouldn't ever come. Food, a warm bath, a job to keep him alive, it all sounded nice. But it was just sympathy. A whim that would only cause him pain. He knew that, but the smile from the other, the warmth of the other, the soft voice and gentle eyes tore his thoughts away. It dragged him further in to the hole he was digging.

 

"you don't need to bother with such a thing. I'm dirty, you wouldn't want me working in your home." Forrest was a proud child when he was younger, cared for his brother and those around him strongly. But as he grew older he grew timid, it was a unsightly thing. "I don't even know what I would do as a....caretaker. I can barely take care of myself."

[Raychu]

Julien was at his last straw with being turned down. This lower being was denying his gifts, offers, and even a home. Why couldn't he just be quiet and compliant? Like everyone else he dealt with. They just looked down and their feet and took in every order he was saying. No to this and that, it just pissed off the higher class. Forrest would be a wonderful source of entertainment to have around, for many purposes, yet he couldn't grasp onto the guy. Many people would throw themselves at his feet for this opportunity. Why? Why was it just so hard to interact with someone on a lower level. The question is, what level? The level of intelligence, or the position in this world? It almost seemed like both, and Julien was sick of it. He wasn't just offering out of generosity, there was purpose, and he was being denied. Denying what was his right was the worst thing you could do.

 

That was that. Everything the male had built was thrown to the dirt. Forrest rejected him too much and he had enough. That sweet, princely face dropped, his lips becoming a thin line. Those chartreuse eyes became a piercing knife, stabbing the lower class with his stare. Enough was enough. He would get what he wanted, and what he wanted would be his. No more pretending to be sweet and innocent. Julien was being so sweet it made him sick. It was time to be mean.

 

"Mr. Anders, are you really in any position to take my offer for granted? You act as if you were never in a different class before. Are you really incapable of doing normal, daily chores? You must take me for a fool. An old dog is still able to learn new tricks, you can be taught how to work. Don't you think you are being a bit unfair, even when I'm showing you nothing but kindness and compassion. What if I invited you into my bed? Many people would drool over the though, what about you? Do you really have any right to say anything more than yes? To someone like me? You must be mad," his voice monotone. He wouldn't completely blow up, just show a little more of himself. Little by little, people found out about his true personality. However, people passing on the streets believed him to be a generous man. Forrest wasn't going to have the privilege to have sweetness anymore. He lost it when he got out of line.

[YellowPerch]

Forrest had never been so shocked as he was now. When he was thrown out of his home, it was even then he realized he was never shocked about it. Angry, sure, but in all he was over feeling anything about it. He'd been happy before, he'd been jealous before. But he'd never been shocked or surprised. He stared blankly at Julien as the man had quickly changed his attitude. Well, perhaps it was what Forrest expected, which was why he was so shocked.

 

Half way through he lowered his head. "A dog, huh?" He mumbled to himself. Pretty sure Julien hadn't heard him in his small rant. Then his head shot up at the mention of being bedded, it wasn't because he was interested in that topic, or that Julien had said it to him. But it was because of the way he said it, as if it was a normal thing for him. Somehow, it made Forrest uneasy. He didn't want to think that someone in Julien's position would stoop so low as to taking anyone to bed with him.

 

Instead of voice his concerns, Forrest lowered his head once more. If he really did return to Julien's home with him, then he'd be nothing more then a dog. Like he had stated. But it was no different from his living in the slums. The only difference was that he would have food, and a place to sleep daily. Forrest remained silent, he knew if he didn't son enough however, he'd only upset Julien further.

 

Forrest rose his head, his eyes showing that of a lonely dogs. He fisted his right hand into the pocket of his dirtied jacket and gripped hold of his right arm with his other hand. "You are right. Someone like me, has no right to turn you down at all." This was the one thing Forrest always made sure he led never scoop to. However after all these years of fighting it, he finally couldn't anymore. He hated relying on others so that he could live. But would becoming a dog be so bad if it meant he could eat and sleep peacefully? "I am...sorry for causing you trouble."

 

 

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