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[attr="class","sorry_p_line1"]I never say much
[attr="class","sorry_p_line2"]They never get it
[attr="class","sorry_p_line3"]loneliness
[attr="class","sorry_p_line4"]my introverted lifestyle
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Emotions were always touchy with the gradual approach of both Dexter's birthday and Christmas to shortly follow. The Adams' Family proceeded to recover from their abrupt loss of family members a little over a year prior. Nonetheless, emotional damage remained, manifesting weak smiles and attempts at happiness. Mental wounds reopened with the arrival of late November, the time around Dexter's parents were killed prematurely by the Assembly of Phantoms. Around these times, the redhead sought solitude to cope with his emotions.
[break][break]
Perhaps his unwillingness to handle his emotions kept him from recovering from the mental pains which burdened his mind. In the later hours of the afternoon when Dexter escaped from the manor without issues. There was a silent understanding in the household, everybody comprehending the pain they felt between one another. The simple words 'stay safe' would leave the lips of anybody viewing his departure, but they understood. The bespectacled, young man was still hurting because of the loss of his parents. Recovering from loss took time.
[break][break]
The redhead hardly noticed when he left the manor, phone and wallet hidden in the pockets of his black jacket. The jacket's zipper was down, allowing for his temperature to be moderated. Beneath the jacket was an orange and dark-grey sweater, zipped up. Simple blue jeans covered his legs, a style that would blend him into the crowds of people enjoying their days and grinning through the hours. A soft sigh escaped Dexter's mouth, a cloud of white steam escaping his parted lips as he walked down the sidewalks, hardly giving attention to anybody around him.
[break][break]
Snow crunched beneath his shoes, his amber eyes fixating on the ground below, only occasionally checking his surroundings. His hands were stationed in his pockets, settled beside the items within them. He hardly minded his surroundings, the buildings of Lorsette being traded for the nature of the Calico Forest. With the temperature being milder for a Canadian winter, Dexter did not complain about the distance he went. He wanted a long walk to clear his mind of the numbness he felt around the holidays and that was all.
[break][break]
As time continued, he no longer felt the intense emotions of loss storming his heart and disrupting his mind, but instead, discovered a numbing. Everything changed quickly, they were already onto their second Christmas without his parents. It felt impossible to come to terms with their sudden and terrifying death by the hands of terrors, thus, he just kept walking. Was there anything else to do when greeted with the path of life? His grandparents tried to help him feel better, but when remembering those happy times, his mind would sometimes dwell on the cold evening where the police rapped upon the door.
[break][break]
He struggled through his feelings on the subject, bottling them up while his family attempted to warrant his time to release them. Another soft sigh escaped Dexter's lips as his gaze lifted from the forest floor, amber eyes finding the tall, leafless trees of the Calico Forest. He kept walking. He diverted off the path, wishing for a silent place to get lost in his thoughts, to steal a moment of peace. Down a steeper hill into the skeleton trees he ventured, eyes for attentive because of the change in scenery.
[break][break]
Even with his thoughts clouding his mind, Dexter was plenty aware of the dangers found amidst the wooded lands of the Calico Forest. Terrors and Assembly members occasionally lurked between the trees, preying upon the innocent. More steps were taken, eyes searching until they noticed something hidden by a manmade hill. Two, large doors secured into the hillside, green painting chipping from their bodies. Rusted sections were evident on the edges, minor, but just noticeable. A brow furrowed, Dexter stepping closer to the bunker.
[break][break]
There was little for him to do in the wilderness and exploring a creepy bunker sounded like a method of escaping the sorrowful thoughts whirling in his head. A hand escaped the warm clutches of his pocket, reaching to pull the cold, metal handle of the bunker. With some effort, Dexter pulled the door open, a loud squeak of complaint echoing through the bunker. Alas, the bespectacled man's judgement was beyond him from the haunting thoughts which followed his mind; he allowed the door to slam close without a second thought.
[break][break]
The gifted man's eyes locked onto the door, night vision activating without hesitation because of the darker environment. He turned towards the metallic doors, hand reaching out to push against the paint-chipped surface. When the door refused the move, he planted his shoulder against it, attempting to force it open, alas, it was stuck shut.
[break][break]
"Dammit," he grumbled quietly as he pulled away from the door.
[break][break]
The introvert's eyes scanned the door, searching for anything which could be keeping the doors closed. A latch? A magnet? Something which managed to jam between the door and its frame? The peace sign was noticed but ignored in favour of attempting to find a method to open the door. There was a chance Dexter could be stuck inside, however, the redhead had his phone. Alas, he wished to discover an escape first since chances were, there was no signal inside this stone-walled bunker.
[break][break]
[ XD That sounds so much eviler. "I lured him inside!" XD It sounds like you were trying to set a trap for Nicolas. lol Yeah, Dexter found it later. <3 ]
Emotions were always touchy with the gradual approach of both Dexter's birthday and Christmas to shortly follow. The Adams' Family proceeded to recover from their abrupt loss of family members a little over a year prior. Nonetheless, emotional damage remained, manifesting weak smiles and attempts at happiness. Mental wounds reopened with the arrival of late November, the time around Dexter's parents were killed prematurely by the Assembly of Phantoms. Around these times, the redhead sought solitude to cope with his emotions.
[break][break]
Perhaps his unwillingness to handle his emotions kept him from recovering from the mental pains which burdened his mind. In the later hours of the afternoon when Dexter escaped from the manor without issues. There was a silent understanding in the household, everybody comprehending the pain they felt between one another. The simple words 'stay safe' would leave the lips of anybody viewing his departure, but they understood. The bespectacled, young man was still hurting because of the loss of his parents. Recovering from loss took time.
[break][break]
The redhead hardly noticed when he left the manor, phone and wallet hidden in the pockets of his black jacket. The jacket's zipper was down, allowing for his temperature to be moderated. Beneath the jacket was an orange and dark-grey sweater, zipped up. Simple blue jeans covered his legs, a style that would blend him into the crowds of people enjoying their days and grinning through the hours. A soft sigh escaped Dexter's mouth, a cloud of white steam escaping his parted lips as he walked down the sidewalks, hardly giving attention to anybody around him.
[break][break]
Snow crunched beneath his shoes, his amber eyes fixating on the ground below, only occasionally checking his surroundings. His hands were stationed in his pockets, settled beside the items within them. He hardly minded his surroundings, the buildings of Lorsette being traded for the nature of the Calico Forest. With the temperature being milder for a Canadian winter, Dexter did not complain about the distance he went. He wanted a long walk to clear his mind of the numbness he felt around the holidays and that was all.
[break][break]
As time continued, he no longer felt the intense emotions of loss storming his heart and disrupting his mind, but instead, discovered a numbing. Everything changed quickly, they were already onto their second Christmas without his parents. It felt impossible to come to terms with their sudden and terrifying death by the hands of terrors, thus, he just kept walking. Was there anything else to do when greeted with the path of life? His grandparents tried to help him feel better, but when remembering those happy times, his mind would sometimes dwell on the cold evening where the police rapped upon the door.
[break][break]
He struggled through his feelings on the subject, bottling them up while his family attempted to warrant his time to release them. Another soft sigh escaped Dexter's lips as his gaze lifted from the forest floor, amber eyes finding the tall, leafless trees of the Calico Forest. He kept walking. He diverted off the path, wishing for a silent place to get lost in his thoughts, to steal a moment of peace. Down a steeper hill into the skeleton trees he ventured, eyes for attentive because of the change in scenery.
[break][break]
Even with his thoughts clouding his mind, Dexter was plenty aware of the dangers found amidst the wooded lands of the Calico Forest. Terrors and Assembly members occasionally lurked between the trees, preying upon the innocent. More steps were taken, eyes searching until they noticed something hidden by a manmade hill. Two, large doors secured into the hillside, green painting chipping from their bodies. Rusted sections were evident on the edges, minor, but just noticeable. A brow furrowed, Dexter stepping closer to the bunker.
[break][break]
There was little for him to do in the wilderness and exploring a creepy bunker sounded like a method of escaping the sorrowful thoughts whirling in his head. A hand escaped the warm clutches of his pocket, reaching to pull the cold, metal handle of the bunker. With some effort, Dexter pulled the door open, a loud squeak of complaint echoing through the bunker. Alas, the bespectacled man's judgement was beyond him from the haunting thoughts which followed his mind; he allowed the door to slam close without a second thought.
[break][break]
The gifted man's eyes locked onto the door, night vision activating without hesitation because of the darker environment. He turned towards the metallic doors, hand reaching out to push against the paint-chipped surface. When the door refused the move, he planted his shoulder against it, attempting to force it open, alas, it was stuck shut.
[break][break]
"Dammit," he grumbled quietly as he pulled away from the door.
[break][break]
The introvert's eyes scanned the door, searching for anything which could be keeping the doors closed. A latch? A magnet? Something which managed to jam between the door and its frame? The peace sign was noticed but ignored in favour of attempting to find a method to open the door. There was a chance Dexter could be stuck inside, however, the redhead had his phone. Alas, he wished to discover an escape first since chances were, there was no signal inside this stone-walled bunker.
[break][break]
[ XD That sounds so much eviler. "I lured him inside!" XD It sounds like you were trying to set a trap for Nicolas. lol Yeah, Dexter found it later. <3 ]
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@quentin @nicolas[break]
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