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percontaion-points · 3 years

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King’s Men chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Any thought that this wasn't his fault died when Neil spotted Matt's truck. Someone had taken extra time to wreck it. Every window on the cab had been busted clean out, leaving only glittering spikes of glass around the frames. The tires were long-deflated from wild slashes. New dents were pounded into the frame from whatever tool the rioters had used on the windows.

This isn't Neil's fault; this is the fault of whoever smashed those cars.

I've been talking a lot about how “playing sports isn't a personality”. But what's somehow worse than that is the people who think that simply WATCHING sports and not actually participating in them is a personality.

Sports fans are the goddamned worst and I'm super glad that I no longer have to deal with them.

"The cops are notifying all the coaches and getting them down here to help corral us. He should be here any minute."

The thing that gets me about the situation is just the random football and tennis and soccer players who also stay in the same dorm, whose cars were also in the parking lot. These people who trashed the cars are mentally unbalanced and have no business being in society if this is how they're going to react over college sports.

I can't even begin to imagine how these people would react to something more serious. (ie, a terror attack)

"I'm sorry," Neil said. "I thought he'd come at me. I didn't think you'd get caught up in it."

"Right," Aaron said snidely. "Seth was a one-off, then?"

I'm sorry, but if the order of things is FIRST murder, AND THEN wanton destruction of random people's property, I think that they're going to be okay.

As they like to say on Criminal Minds: they are devolving, and becoming more unhinged as they fail to get what they want.

"You asshole. You could have seriously hurt her!"

"You do not have the right to act surprised," Andrew said. The fury was gone from his eyes; his expression was back to its dead slate and his shoulders were relaxed. He sounded bored again, like none of this had happened or mattered. "That is the second time in as many weeks one of you has forgotten yourself. You should have learned your lesson the first time. You do not get to take offense when you force my hand."

Considering that this was his personality when he was on court-mandated drugs and before the rehab stint... Don't think that the drugs were actually doing anything.

Of course, Andrew did kind of mention that he maybe hadn't exactly been taking them. Like at all. But that's not really much of a surprise.

She went back to the other room, leaving Neil alone with his thoughts and secrets.

Chapter 6 summary: The Ravens don't exactly respond to Neil's statement, but that will probably come back later. However, in lieu of their response, a bunch of butt-hurt fans decide to trash all of the cars in the student athlete dorm, including people who don't even fucking play exy. Cabs were scratched and dented, were covered in both raw beef as well as eggs, and windows were smashed in. The police were there. Allison is quick to tell Neil not to back down now; she'll just buy a new car. But Neil still feels bad... although his guilt is more over the random other people who also live in the dorm who have nothing to do with Neil or exy.

Some more time is spent looking at all of the damage, which gets worse the further they go along with all of the exy player's cars. Allison then attacks Aaron, only to be attacked by Andrew in turn, only for Renee to step in to try and stop them. Neil finally gets Andrew to stop by reminding him that he'd promised to have Neil's back, and Neil needs to defeat the Ravens. Aaron only stops because his brother stopped; Neil doesn't get it, but he's glad anyway. David comes over and breaks up the lingering hate spilling everywhere. He takes control of both situations, and reminds them that they should be focused on taking down the Ravens, not each other. The police make their way over to them, and Nicky and Aaron give statements, before the three of them talk to an insurance rep. David tells them that they'll have rental cars until their own personal car situation is fixed, in whatever that means for them.

Once by themselves again, the girls pick up where they left off. They're quick to call the twins out on their abusive bullshit towards everybody.

Neil follows Aaron inside, and demands to know what it is that the twins have on each other to make them be like this. Neil asks about when Andrew killed their mother, and thinks about the abuse that both twins suffered at her hands. Neil begs for Aaron to get his brother under control, before he snaps and kills somebody else again. Aaron doesn't exactly answer.

Neil then goes to the stadium to run out his frustration doing steps. When he gets back, he talks to Allison some about what happened. She says some stuff about Seth's death and Andrew's theory about Riko's role in it.

#All For The Game #The King's Men #chapter 06 #Neil Josten #shitty people are shitty #I cannot with this #Riko Moriyama #Aaron and Andrew Minyard #not everything is about you #David Wymack #Allison Reynolds #Renee Walker

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tfcrp · 6 years

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Sterling Walsh Age: Twenty One Class Year: Senior Position: Backliner, #23 Hometown: Holladay, Utah

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: cults, guns

He was so young when it happened, he didn’t know enough to know that it was strange. There was a fear that hung over his mother, a nightmare to be found in the brushstrokes she put to canvas, but to Sterling it had always felt more like certainty: that whether it was a nuclear bomb or a meteor like the kind that wiped out the dinosaurs, the world was going to end—and, when the time came, the rest of the world might perish, but they would survive. The information had been slipped in between bedtime stories and his abcs, and so he never thought to doubt it, it just wove its way into the very fabric of his understanding of the world.

They weren’t the only ones who felt that way, Sterling and his mother. There was a whole world out there, like-minded people trading dark premonitions and survival tips, stoking their paranoia higher. After immersing herself in that world, there seemed to be only one course of action for Sterling’s mother: to pull him out of school, sell their house and all their possessions, and move into a desert commune, where they would prepare.

They were only a few families, and one charismatic leader, trying their best to live off the land, inhospitable as it might be, a slapdash community powered fitfully by solar panels and backup generators. Sterling’s childhood was ad hoc classes in a one-room schoolhouse, hauling water and harvesting food and building the structure of their small community, and practicing his marksmanship in preparation for post-apocalyptic anarchy. His mother still painted, left their isolated compound sometimes to sell them to the outside world, which ate up her eccentricity, and then brought that money back home—and then promptly gave it away. Even for a group that lived so humbly, they always seemed to be in need of more.

Maybe it should have been a red flag, but for true believers, the whole operation was seen through rose-colored glasses, painted in truth and the utmost importance. It took the police to shut them down, a host of charges rained down on the head of their leader: embezzlement, tax evasion, illegal possession of firearms, child endangerment. He went to prison, and the rest of them left their dusty compound—and found that they had nothing to return to. No homes, no possessions, no money. Sterling and his mother fared better than most: his mother’s sister was one of the ones who hounded the police into intervening after they seemed to fall off the face of the earth. She and her husband took them in, and gave them what they could, the two of them sharing cramped quarters in the basement of their house in the Salt Lake City suburbs, close to where Sterling had been born, though it felt like an uncomfortable new country to him.

He was still such a serious boy: no one had been able to convince him that the weight of the world didn’t rest on his shoulders, that he had no responsibilities save for his schoolwork—though that hadn’t gone well at all, high school making him feel both stupid and strange, lost in classrooms and even more lost when it came to his classmates. Exy was his uncle’s idea: something he could apply his work ethic to but that was ultimately just a game; something that could teach him how to have fun; and maybe, hopefully, something that would teach him how to make friends. Mostly, though, it just taught him how to pick fights—and how to win them.

Exy might have taught him a certain kind of confidence, but it didn’t teach him warmth, and he cultivated his arrogance like a shield, just another means of holding at bay a world that never quite felt like home to him, pushing everything away before it could do the same to him.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

College had seemed like a dim prospect. His mother had never quite seemed to get her feet under her after they left the commune, and was never as productive with her art as she had used to be; his aunt and uncle had done so much for him already, when they’d never had all that much to spare; and, well, he’d never become anything that anyone would call smart, at least not the kind of smart that got scholarships. But he was good enough at Exy for Coach Wymack to come calling, and the contract he offered was enough for Sterling to leave Utah for the first time in his life, get on a plane, and fly to South Carolina.

In a world that never quite started making sense to him, Exy was something to hold onto. Exy was the only thing that did. He likes his teammates more than he likes most people, because they have that in common—but that isn’t necessarily high praise, doesn’t always make him kind. Despite not holding any kind of leadership role on the team, he’s often the first to point out any mistake, full of high standards and a brusque manner and a belief in his own excellence. Maybe part of him knows that he isn’t perfect, isn’t even the best player on the team, but he needs that belief: Exy is all he’s got going for him, and he needs to make it. If the world isn’t ending, then he needs to build a life for himself, and for his mother—and he knows now that the tools he needs to do so won’t be found in the Utah desert, but on the Exy court.

STERLING WALSH is portrayed by CHARLES MELTON and is TAKEN

#sterling walsh #sterlingbio #a #f #t #tf

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katerbees · 7 years

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Song from Rowan’s perspective about meeting Aelin. Falling in love with her, and their life post-TOG Intertwined with Lyrics to Say You Won’t Let Go. Hope y’all love it!!

–Say You Won’t Let Go–

Songwriter credit: Neil Richard Ormandy / James Arthur / Steve Solomon

I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough

Rowan had been a broken male when he met Aelin. His wife and unborn child had been murdered, and in that vacuum of despair, he had sworn the rest of his life away in the service of Maeve. He had given up on everything and resigned himself to be used as a tool for destruction. What was the point in hoping for anything better? But then, he had met Aelin. She had been as lost and broken as he had. Rowan was assigned to train her by Maeve. Maeve had known that he and Aelin were mates. No doubt she had received sick pleasure in dangling them in front of each other.

Slowly, over time, they came to trust each other. Trust turned to friendship, friendship turned to love.

We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober

The night of Aelin’s first burnout during Beltane, Rowan had been observing Aelin’s power to hold the flames steady. There was dancing, drinking, revelry, going on all around them. Rowan had found himself so attracted to Aelin that night that he barely noticed any of it. Until the strong woman he had been admiring and coaching became bewitched by the flames and the music. Her body and her power were no longer her own. He had lost her.

Instructed by the healers, he continuously cooled her off, over and over again. He placed freezing cold rags on her head to try and bring her back from the Hell that she had created inside her own body. He gently asked her questions each time he dispensed new rags and then had gone to fetch a tonic.

When Rowan returned he saw her back. More specifically, he had seen the scars on her back where her flesh had been torn from her young body. The shock and anger at seeing those healed wounds hit him like a physical blow. He had gaped. Rowan, who had killed hundreds of men, seen vicious wounds on the battlefield, found himself speechless.

I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

Rowan had flown for hours after that. He was so angry at the nameless, faceless guards of Endovier. And at Maeve. And more than the rest, angry at himself for not being more approachable so she could have felt safe telling him. He had to do something. That woman deserved better in this world. And he could treat her better.

He returned to Mistward, scooped her up, and took her into his own room. Into his own bed. No ulterior motives. He wanted her to feel safe. He wanted her to know that he cared about the terrible things that had been done to her and that she had almost died earlier that night. He needed her to know that she mattered to him.

She stretched out her hand towards his; he was at the edge of the bed, showing that he was a gentlemale. She told him her entire story, finally stopping as she was nodding off. He held her hand the whole night.

I knew I loved you then But you’d never know ‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

Aelin had bargained for Rowan’s freedom. He could never have even hoped for a gift such as the one she had given him. He had never hoped for freedom. He had never hoped to love again. Yet here he was. He had fallen in love with Aelin. He swore a blood oath to her immediately for her protection. And because a primal part of him wanted to always be needed by her. Even if she didn’t feel the same as him; even if he could never be the kind of male a queen deserved, he could still be useful to her in other ways.

And just like that, she was on a boat back to Adarlan. And she was not letting him go along. And it hurt so very badly. But he respected her and her wishes. He would repair Mistward and await word from her.

I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go

They were married in a small ceremony on a boat later that year in the middle of the War. Only Aedion and Lysandra and the ship’s captain had been present. Two days later Maeve had kidnapped Aelin, thrown her in an iron coffin, with chains and a mask to contain her power. Rowan had found her, his old cadre had risen up against Maeve. Aelin had died to fulfill the prophecy of the gods. Rowan gave up his immortality in exchange for Aelin to come back. It had been an easy choice. What would life be like without his Fireheart? It would be hell.

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head And I’ll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye

Rowan and Aelin did not know if they would ever be blessed with children. They knew that due to both of them having fae heritage, the odds would not be in their favor. Additionally, the terms of Rowan’s bargain were nebulous, as deals with gods always are; while he and Aelin were no longer immortal, they also had no way of knowing if they would have short, normal, or longer lifespans.

After five years of making love whenever they felt like it, they were delighted to find out that Aelin was with child. Rowan was excited yet so scared. When Aelin birthed their daughter, Nehemia, Rowan cried tears of joy. Aelin was exhausted but had never been so happy. She felt proud that after so many years of taking lives and destroying, she had created something so innocent and precious.

Rowan scooped up the tiny, chubby cheeked babe, brought it up to his chest, and breathed in her scent. He and Aelin had created this perfect new life. Gods his life had changed so much in the past 7 years.

7 years later Nehemia was a wonderful older sister to 3 year old Gavin. Rowan couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had now been blessed three times over by his wife and their children. He often thanked Mara for her protection and blessings, even though the gods had left when Erawan had been banished. He never thought he would have the opportunity to wake up to his children laughing. To his wife’s beautiful body draped over him in the morning.

And I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I’m older I wanna dance with you right now

Rowan and Aelin were at a ball celebrating the birth of a new princess in Eyllwe. He approached Aelin from behind, her scent filling his nostrils. He nuzzled the crown of her head, “I love you, Fireheart” Aelin reached back to bring Rowan’s arms around her torso.

“I love you buzzard” she arched her neck to the side and lifted her head to receive a kiss. Rowan obliged.

“May I have the next dance?” Rowan asked, pulling her close and kissing her delicate neck skin. “And the dance after that.” Another kiss. “And after that, and I think you get the idea.” He twirled her around to face him.

Aelin tried to keep a straight face, tried to not let everyone see how much her mate had gotten her all worked up. At this rate they would need to excuse themselves to ‘freshen up.’ She pursed her lips together, and clicked her tongue. “Well, as you may know, as Queen, I don’t like to play favorites, but I’ll make an exception for you,” she winked at him, kissed him, and lead him out to the dance floor.

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that everyday you’ll get better You make me feel this way somehow

I’m so in love with you And I hope you know Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Nehemia and Gavin were adults now. Nehemia had found love with a Prince from Briarcliff, while Gavin was studying healing and learning to control his water magic in Banjali. Rowan and Aelin were beginning to age. Aelin would pause by the mirror on occasion, in disbelief that she now had 4 grey hairs and some fine lines. Rowan thought she had never looked more beautiful. She now possessed the kind of beauty that comes with age, with living . Fine lines forged in loving and crying and laughter. Lines created by days in the sun with their children and friends. Grey hairs from the privilege of growing older. His mate didn’t always agree. “You’re biased! You’ve always had white hair so of course you don’t mind it!” Aelin shouted from the bathroom one night before bed. Rowan just chuckled. And when she came to bed that night, he worshipped her like he did when they were first together. He worshipped her from her toes all the way up to her grey hairs. We’ve come so far my dear Look how we’ve grown And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go

There was no denying it. The King and Queen of Terrasen were approaching the end of their lives. Gavin would be a fair and just ruler. Nehemia was a consort in her own court and as such, the right to rule had passed on to her brother.

Rowan had slowly begun to shrink the past few years. The frailty of aged bones and a lifetime of being a warrior catching up with him. He and Aelin would walk in the Orynth courtyard on days when they felt up to it. Gavin had secretly been installing more benches as his parents needed to rest more and more often.

One Spring morning, they sat down on one of these new benches to take a rest.

Rowan turned to Aelin, a clarity in his eyes that was no longer always present. “Aelin. Have I ever thanked you for saving my life?”

Aelin took her husband’s hands into her papery hands. She sat there for a moment trying to guess what he meant, trying to feel it with her soul, as they so often were able to communicate. She gleaned nothing. “You gave up your immortality for me and to save me from death.” She responded, her long grey hair blowing in the breeze.

Rowan’s voice was quiet, “I wasn’t living until I met you Aelin. I was existing. I was skin. I was bones. But I was not alive. Thank you for giving me two wonderful children and for giving me a lifetime of love.” He squeezed her hand, and moved in to kiss her on her cheek.

Tears slid down Aelin’s timeworn face. “Oh Rowan. You saved my life long before you saved me from Limbo. You saved me from that pit of self-pitying hell I was in back at Mistward. I say, we’re even.” Alin smiled, lifting up their joined hands and kissing Rowan’s.

“To whatever end?” Rowan asked.

“To whatever end” Aelin replied. More tears were building up in her eyes and she did not need to ask what he meant.

I wanna live with you Even when we’re ghosts ‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

I’m gonna love you till My lungs give out Aelin was alive. And yet she was not.

The King of Terrasen, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, had passed away in his sleep the night before. The household woke to Aelin howling like an animal.

“Rowan!!!! Ro—–wan!!!!” wailed over and over again. Aelin was in the bed with him, lying next to him, shaking his body gently. Even though she knew in her heart and soul he was going to die soon, even though she knew that he had been preparing for it, she still did not believe it. Her mate was dead. Her heart was breaking. It was broken. Her chest physically ached. She did not want to live without him again. She could not breathe, she did not want to breathe, she could not do th……..

I promise till death we part like in our vows So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows 'Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old

Just say you won’t let go Just say you won’t let go

Just say you won’t let go Oh, just say you won’t let go

And just like that, Aelin faded into the Afterworld. There was no pain. There was only warmth. And the smell of pine and snow.

#rowan #aelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #fanfic #throne of glass fandom #say you won't let go #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #sarah j. maas

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thefoxholecourtrp · 7 years

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Brynn Mayhew Age: Twenty Class Year: Junior Position: Defensive Dealer, #26 Hometown: Charlestown, South Carolina

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

All too often, parents try to live the lives they couldn’t through their children, and the Mayhew parents were no exceptions to this claim. They had grown up unable to get everything they wanted; things were out of their grasp due to circumstance or, as it all too often fell to, lack of money. Brynn’s father worked in a grocery store from the age of fourteen to twenty-two, and her mother had helped out at her family’s restaurant since she was able to talk and offer up a smile. They worked instead of spending Friday nights with friends, they studied under the light of lamps long after the rest of their families had gone to bed.

The pair met during their undergraduate education, both having transferred from community college programs. He had his eyes set on becoming a doctor while she worked hard to finish her degree in education. Nine years later, after he graduated from medical school, they had a small wedding, funded by what they could spare from the wages her mother had earned and meager assistance from both of their families. Still, they were happy, and finally were the family they had hoped to be.

Brynn was born when her parents were in their forties, seven years after her brother and six after her sister. Never close to either of them as they had each other, she still saw them as idols. Tosh played Exy and she went to every game she could, cheering alongside her parents. Meera was the queen bee, and Brynn would always be the tag-along sent by their parents, to whom she would gleefully share tales of the exploits her sister got into when she got home. Until they graduated high school and left home, Brynn was always an afterthought. She was given apologies when they couldn’t attend her own Exy games, or go to parents’ night at her school.

She was twelve when this changed. Her siblings were gone, off to school and bigger and better things, leaving their parents only Brynn to hawk over. Suddenly, they became interested in her friends and her free time—and they would do anything to see her smile. With no hesitation, Brynn asked for anything she wanted. New Exy racquets, fancy clothes—it was easy to say she had it made. When her parents noted her talent at Exy, they pushed her to try out for the city league, so that she could be pushed to play her best instead of just letting her talents stagnate. She did just that, and she quickly became a player that many coaches looked at as a weapon or a threat depending whose team she was on.

Exy was something she was good at, perhaps more than just good, but it was something Brynn only saw as a tool to further herself. It was never her whole life, it wasn’t something she saw herself doing until her body couldn’t do it anymore. Her strength at Exy made it a strong extracurricular, and combined with her private school education, life had her set up for greatness. In her senior year of high school, she applied for schools with Class I Exy teams, in hopes of not only getting into good programs but also winning athletics scholarships. She thought she had life planned out: she would play Exy for two, maybe three, years and work in her free time. For the rest of the time in college, she would get loans and pay what she could of her tuition out of pocket. It seemed like her life was going in that direction when she received her acceptances—especially the one to the University of Southern California.

By the springtime of her senior year, she and her friends were definitely ready to leave school. They felt pent up in their small town and they were ready to, simply put, move on. They decided one last hurrah was the way to leave, and that it would be a blowout that would none in the past or future could rival. It was a stupid thing to do, they realize now, but Brynn decided the best place to have this party was the school. They would have one final great moment in the place that had seemed so suffocating for the last few years. It had gotten weeks of talk, more and more whispers littering the halls, and it was no surprise when it got busted. Students were caught with alcohol, as well as other unlawful substances. Those eighteen and older were charged with trespassing, as well as with underage drinking. The rest, Brynn included, were luckier to not be charged as adults, but they did not get away unscathed.

“I wasn’t drinking.” These words were said by Brynn, defiant and confident, but none of the adults around her held them to any credence. There were pictures and videos of the high school senior doing shot after shot, and more than a few students testifying about her role as the party’s organizer. Her parents sat beside her, disappointed gazes on their faces, unable to do anything but listen to what the principal and school administrators had to say. After what seemed like hours, they came to the conclusion that, being so close to the end of the year, Brynn would not be expelled. Instead, she was suspended for the last two weeks, allowed only on campus to fetch and deliver the work she needed to complete, and banned from any and all school-sponsored functions, including graduation.

The punishment issued by her school seemed like a slap on the wrist compared to the news she received in a weeks’ time. The school she had wanted to go to since she was eleven—USC —contacted Brynn letting her know of their rescindment of her acceptance. Frantically, she called the other schools she had been accepted to, hoping that one of them would let her in despite the deadline passing. No one wanted to touch her after they had been notified of the new marks on her record. The weeks after that involved her laying on her couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, doing nothing but scrolling her social media feed. She looked at pictures of her friends at prom, at graduation. She watched as more and more posted countdowns until they went to college as well as posts about how excited they were to leave home. Brynn hated seeing them move into their future when suddenly it seemed like she had none.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

Armed with a recommendation from her high school coach—(as well as three more from the league coaches she played with as an adolescent)—Brynn herself scheduled a meeting with Coach Wymack. She knew that catching his attention was her chance to get back into a school, even if it required spending an extra year there due to Exy. She sat herself down in his office, spreading out her resume and transcript in front of him. He agreed that, on paper, she did look impressive—but he said he needed to see her play. Brynn had expected that. She pulled out her phone, going on the internet to find videos of her most impressive games. She let him review them, but not without imputing comments of her own—things like “this was the game where the USC scouts came to watch me” and “we went on to win the state championship in the next game.” She had no idea what, if any, impact these words would have on him but she was not going down without a fight. It was a week later that Wymack called and said for her to come in and sign the paperwork. That was the day she stopped holding her breath when it came to talking about her future.

For as much as Brynn had wanted to be a Trojan, it was easy for her to shed her red and gold sweaters for the orange of Palmetto State. She embraced her role as a Fox, though she’s certainly not a traditional one, cheering for her teammates when she was sidelined and always looking out for them when she could. It couldn’t have been easier for her to settle in a routine at the University—one that included friends and a social life—and she loved it. That said, the fact that Exy got her into the school is the only reason she still plays the sport. There are days she shows up late to practices, face still in a textbook and still scribbling notes down on stray pieces of paper. She could care less about winning—(a belief much chagrined by her teammates)—because she knows Exy will only be a part of her life during college. Her only motivation to play well is that she knows some of the team have nothing but Exy to support them. She’s counting down the days until she will be off the court—permanently.

BRYNN MAYHEW is portrayed by SARAH HYLAND and is CLOSED

#rp #rpg #roleplay #brynn mayhew #brynnbio #c

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