brotherly bonding (Zaracki)

[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] He'd never been to the Septimal Moon campus before now, to be honest. He knew of it, though...if only because his Fighter had spent two long years there after their release, waiting for her other half to show up. To be honest, he was glad that the Relentless Sacrifice never made an appearance in those two years...no matter how much it had hurt Shizuka that he had never shown up. When Namok had joined Transcendere Fatum, Shizuka had joined around the same time...it was as if they were meant to be a unit. They didn't share a name - but they shared a bond. The Sacrifice of Relentless and the Fighter is Voluptous....they could never share as strong of a bond as the Sacrifice and Fighter did now. Their bond was strong, even if their name wasn't the same. The other half of their name...they didn't go through together what the two mismatched unit halves did. Never. And, as far as Namok was concerned, he was the Sacrifice for Relentless. Shizuka's other half. If her Sacrifice did ever show up and want his/her Fighter, he would never get her. Without Shizuka...there was little doubt that he would most likely wind up back in that hospital. Shizuka kept him together. Sane. Without her...without her light to chase away the darkness of what his childhood was...well...just leave it at that. Namok sighed slightly as he looked at the security guard. "I'm here to see one of your teachers - Honabu, Zaracki," he stated casually as the security guard - a woman looked over at him and practically fainted. "You're that model, aren't you?! I love you! I didn't know you had a Name! Go right ahead. Honabu-san should be in his classroom. His class is in the high school division of the school - room 309. Would you like me to show you the way?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him as Namok gave a pleasant smile and shook his head. "No thanks, I think I can find my way, my dear. Thank you for your help." he said, lightly taking her hand and kissing the name across it. "Graceful, what a beautiful name for such a pretty girl." The girl almost fainted right on the spot as she let Namok in. She was wondering what business he had with one of their teachers though...curious. It had been quite a while since his rather...interesting meeting with the man who later turned out to be his half-brother and the Blank Sacrifice his other half had taken on...they'd never really gotten the chance to sit down and talk afterwards, though. Namok had grown up not knowing anything about his father...it had just been him and his mother until her death...and to suddenly know who his father was and to find out he had /several/ half siblings was simply mind blowing. He wanted to know more. He had a family...but they weren't his family. While he was rather close to the Clave family, enough to take on their surname rather than the one his mother had given - Honabu, after his father apparently...they weren't related to him by blood. To have somebody besides Shizuka...who was already so much apart of his life was definitely an exciting thing to be happening. Classes were just finishing up for the day, Namok noted as he stood outside the classroom just as the bell rang to signal the end of the school day. He'd definitely picked a good time to visit. He received several stares - mostly from the female students passing him by and whispers that the model, Namok Clave, was in their presence...it would be hard to escape this place after he was done talking, Namok noted dully realizing that maybe he should have waited a bit longer...he would be mobbed by girls later! Not that it was a problem...He wasn't going to be mobbed right now because the teachers didn't like lingering students after hours - especially the headmaster's pet Fighter...and you didn't get him mad. Once the classroom was empty, Namok slid in, closing the door behind him. "Hiya," he stated, sitting on the corner of Zar's desk casually. "Just so you know, your students are probably going to mob you tomorrow as to why the gooorgeous Namok Clave was here to see you." [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, YAY. ZAR AND NAMOK CAN HAVE THEIR BRO-MOMENTS NOW WORD COUNT 720 TAGS Zar. [/style]

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[Zaracki Honabu]

[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]It was a long day for Zar. Kids where already so hyped up for their break so it was hard to keep their focus on the lesson. He had to smack a few as they drifted off, and even had to spray a kid who wouldn't shut up. It was fun treating them like animals. He invested in a spray bottle. One with water to use on the girls and one with girly perfume to spray on the guys. Nothing worse than trying to be manly when you smell like a cheap prostitute. By the time break rolled around the classroom was almost gag worthy and some of the girls were crying because he messed up their hair. Woop-de-doo. If you weren't sleeping and disrupting the lecture, you wouldn't have that problem now would you. Zar snarked at himself, grumbling under his breath as he graded the quizzes he just collected. Horrible, just horrible. Tomorrow he wouldn't go so easy on them. After break he decided to grade some more. Finishing up the pile, he stacked them straight and put them away in his desk to pass them out tomorrow. He leaned back in his chair, counting the minutes till school let out. He had to stay, he still had lesson planning to do, and he didn't want to go home and not pay attention to his soon-to-be wife. He liked to spoil her because well, he loved her to death, and she was carrying his child. She deserved to be spoiled. He wondered what would be for dinner tonight. Hmn. It was his turn to cook wasn't it. He stretched, and wondered what he should make. He had to stop at the store of course. Maybe he would make curry. He hadn't had that in awhile. He jerked at the noise of the bell, telling everyone to gtfo and go home. He waited for all the students to leave as he watched his watch. They couldn't leave fast enough. As the students were leaving the class he heard a commotion. He slammed his head against the desk repeatedly and wished they would just go home. He heard his door open and a voice, somewhat similar to his speak. He banged his head one final time before looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye as he rested his head on the desk. "Lovely." He leaned back in his chair, and smoothed out his hair. He hadn't gotten the chance to meet with his brother much, he knew some of the things about his brother, after snooping. He was sure that his brother had snooped as well. He probably wanted something, no one ever really visited unless they had something to get off their chest or something they wanted to know. "Hello, little bro. What did you want this afternoon?" He slipped his hand into his drawer and picked out a few pieces of candy, offering one to his brother. He unwrapped a piece and put it in his own mouth, and sucked on it lightly. If he couldn't drink or smoke, he might as well chew on some teeth rotting delicacy. At least it kept the bad habits at bay. [/classy][/classy][classy=boring"]534 - Namok - Zar is cranky.[/classy]

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[Namok Clave]

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As he took a seat on the edge of his desk, he glanced over at the papers he was grading for a moment before speaking. "Stressed out? Is this a bad time? I can stop by another day if you want me to..." Namok asked quietly, feeling sort of bad that he had picked such a bad time to show up. He hadn't considered the issues of showing up after classes...but he didn't want to have to bother him or Caeli in their home. It was... weird being around them. The true Sacrifice and the Blank Sacrifice...Namok felt like he didn't belong between the two of them. He may have been the true Sacrifice for the Voluptous unit and his name may have been Voluptous, but as far as Namok was concerned...those two were a unit and he was a Unit with Shizuka. If he showed up...it would be like that awkward third wheel. It was best for all parties if it was just one-on-one between the two of them. "I thought we could get to know each other," Namok answered with the littlest bit of color rising to his cheeks before taking the offered piece of candy, putting the piece of candy in his mouth. It was good. Namok enjoyed his sweets, but it was honestly a rarity he even ate them. He had to keep up his physique and good looks, after all. It was everything in his line of work. "So. I heard Caeli was pregnant," Namok ventured after a moment, not really knowing what else to speak about. They could talk about their childhoods...but from what Namok had learned about Zar...neither of them had a pleasant childhood to even speak about. It almost begged the question of why he was even there...but he wanted to get to know his brother better. "Congrats," Namok stated with a pleasant smile. "It's hard to believe just a few weeks ago I only had an adoptive family to speak of...but now I have a half sibling, several actually, and eventually a little niece or nephew," Namok stated, glancing down at a rather interesting piece of paper. He had always been happy to call himself a Clave...but he had never truly felt like he was a part of their family...but to have an actual family. Deciding to change the subject away from the topic of Caeli and her prengnancy. This was supposed to be about them...not about her, no matter how much a part of Zar's life the Voluptous Fighter had become. "Part of me doesn't want to ask this, but the other part of me needs to know...what was our father like? Besides a complete jackass." Namok knew virtually nothing about his father...and now would have given him the chance to find out something. While he couldn't blame him for leaving his mother, Namok would a left her a long time ago if he could have. "I don't really know anything about him besides what my mother would ramble on about when I was young...and those were the ramblings of a mad-woman," he let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down after mentioning his mother. In all honestly, when he mentioned his mother...the emotion that came up the most was anger. He hated to admit it....but he had never forgiven her for all the torment she had put him though. The only thing he could ever thank his mother for was giving him the opportunity to be raised by such a caring family like the Clave family and to be able to meet Shizuka. The first therapist he had gone to...had always told him he should forgive his mother...but how could you forgive her for the eleven years of abuse he had put up with and the attempts at his own life? To this day, he felt that he would never forgive the woman for hurting him like she had. Forgiveness was one of the hardest things anybody could do...and sadly, Namok had not been unable to forgive her. It was just too hard a task. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, GOD NAMOK. You're word vomit. And cute. WORD COUNT 703 TAGS Zar. [/style]

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[Zaracki Honabu]

[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]Zar crunched his candy as he watched his brother. He liked spending time with him. He was cool, probably the most descent sibling he would get out of his ridiculous father. He felt bad for the kid, he had a shittier life than he did. What Zar spent in loneliness and stress from trained to be the next leader for his dad's company, his brother had to go through with physical abuse and a psycho mother. Their dad was just a slut who didn't care about anything than money and inheritance. He sighed softly to himself, finishing off a piece of candy only to immediately chomp onto another. "Nnh. It's a rare day when I'm not stressed. Take a squat. Let's talk." He smiled softly at his brother, giving him a friendly wink. "Seriously, stay. I've had enough of work. You will be a good distraction." He put his feet up on his desk and leaned back with his hands folded behind his head. Zar choked lightly on his candy, he straightened himself, and pounded at his chest. Once he was fixed, he continued to suck on the candy. He nodded at his brother. "News travels fast. I didn't think anyone working with Caeli would know about it yet. Then again, you /are/ my brother. Are you excited for a nephew or niece?" He leaned back in his chair again, sucking on his candy. "You're part of my family, whether you think of it like that or not. I always have time for my little brother." Zar chuckled and teased at him lightly. Zar thought about it a little bit, not quite sure how to answer him. He wanted to know about his father. He didn't want to let him down, one shitty parent was enough, but he couldn't lie to him either. He put his feet on the ground and leaned forward, setting his elbows on his desk, putting his head in his hands. "You want to know about father huh? Well. He's nothing special. He only deems you fit as a child if you are easy to brain wash and control. Nothing is important to him but money, power, and having a child to serve as inheritance. He's nothing special. He's the reason I turned into a drunk." He shrugged slightly, watching his brother. He was curious how he would react. [/classy][/classy][classy=boring"]392- Namok - Zar is cranky.[/classy]

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[Namok Clave]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Zar managed to somewhat appease Namok's worries about coming at a bad time. He was a teacher, so stress was probably very common for him considering how bratty students could be. Namok had spent a week and a half at a normal public school, but when he had mentally broken down because of all the bullying and stress it had put on him...his adoptive family released that a private school where his siblings could protect him was the best place for him when he'd been released a second time. He'd spent his last year as a student of transcendere fatum. "Yeah. I don't think I could ever handle kids. Too much stress," Namok admitted, tapping on his head slightly. "Stress and me...don't really mix." It was the main reason Namok tried to remain laid back and unstressed. Stress and Namok...didn't really mix. The fact he had his own fragile mind-set from his abuse and stay in the mental hospital and the effects normal stress had on the psychological and the physiological portions of his body...only bad things could happen from that. For that reason, Namok invested a lot in stress-lowering activities - such as yoga and tai chi. They really did work. "Well, I'm happy to say I can read people fairly well. It's one thing that many kids from abusive households learn how to do - and that's read people. So, I'm probably the only one who's noticed besides...I know women." Namok explained lightly, tilting his head to the side. "One of my shrinks said that a few years back that abused kids can see a lot more than somebody who wasn't. They read body language well and things like that," one of them. Namok hated to admit it, but he had more shrinks than he did family. "And just a little bit excited...because I won't be having kids of my own," Namok admitted lightly. "I know kids aren't always planned...but I wouldn't be a good parent and with my medical history..." he rolled his shoulders in a mild shrug, shaking his head lightly. "Although, I have had women throw themselves at me and demand to have my babies...that's extremely awkward..." When Zar answered Namok about his query concerning his father, Namok didn't say anything for a moment. He always figured that his father was...as he had stated before, an ass hole. Now that it was confirmed though...it kind of stung, knowing that he'd had parents who hadn't cared about anything else. His father - the money and power; and his mother...the voices in her head mattered more than her child. She listened to whatever they said, but anything like her son that said anything was generally ignored. "Not really, surprising...somebody who could leave their child with an abusive person probably had something more important in their life," he eventually answered, forcing a smile. "The one good thing that came out of it all was Shizuka. If I'd never spent that time in the hospital...I'd never have met her..." he smiled softly to himself, the way he spoke about Shizuka, the way his eyes had soften between the anger he spoke about his father with...there was definite genuine fondness for the younger girl. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, Boop. WORD COUNT 534 TAGS Zar. [/style]

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[Zaracki Honabu]

[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]Zar was pretty bad with stress too, his way of coping since he was a teenager was just drinking his fears and anxieties away. He never had a shrink, a counselor. He learned from his high school pals the wrong route. He thanked high above that he had Caeli. If not, he didn't even want to know where he would be right now. Maybe some drunken gigolo with a bunch of babies he didn't even know. Because he was an idiot, and sometimes he wondered how he had snagged such a catch. Her personality was as bright as the sun, it captivated him and blinded him at the same time. No one meant more to him than his woman did. She's his world, and would always remain so. He traded in the alcohol for Caeli, he didn't need alcohol when he was already drunk on her. Zar chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well. You're going to be an uncle soon. Hope you can handle that much." Zar sucked on another piece of candy, hoping that the urge to drink would fade sooner. He thought it would have been easier quitting, but it was proving difficult. He thought about going to rehab, but that wouldn't really look good for his career. So he suck it up and ate candy like some weird pedophile. No grown man downed candy like he did. He was lucky he didn't have some beat up van. Then there would probably be problems. Zar raised his eyebrows as his brother talked. He knew he hadn't had the most stellar history, but he was still surprised to know about some of the things his brother told him. He had to be observant, he didn't give any slack when he caught a kid texting or passing notes in class, but that was different from what Namok was talking about. "Hmn. Reading women get's easy. Caeli is easy to read. Sometimes. When she feels like it. Caeli is an exception to the easy read rule." He chuckled softly, hoping his partners ears weren't burning while he spoke of her. "You better be excited. You never know when you will get another one. Each moment is precious. They grow up fast. Trust me. It seems like it was just yesterday when she slipped me the news." He chuckled lightly, keeping the mood light. "They aren't always planned, so you yourself should be careful, hotshot. I see how women flock to you. Keep it contained in your pants. You don't want just anyone carrying your baby. It's a precious thing." Zar nodded, popping in another candy. He slid the tin towards Namok, nodding at him to take as much as he wanted. Zar knew the disappointed look when it crossed his little brothers face. He knew it would happen. It was tough when you had two crappy parents. His mother hadn't abused him like his brothers had, but then again she had stood in the back round and let everything happen. She had been too much of a coward to stand up for her children. Zar sighed, getting up out of his chair. He stood up, and stretched slightly. He pulled his brother into a "manly" hug and patted him on the back. "Life doesn't take any detours for anybody. It's hard, and it isn't fair most of the time, if at all, any. One good thing is alway produced so we don't lose sight of what is really important." Zar released his brother, and scratched at the back of his neck slightly in embarrassment. "Well. That was corny. But you get the point. See? Your good thing is your girl. Just like mine. We do have something in common, other than our half blood. We can choose some really good women, now can't we?" Zar chuckled at himself, smiling a wide smile. His brother looked down, he wanted to cheer him up. "Look. It might be awkward since Caeli is your true name half, but. If you would like, you can get Shizuka to come along and we can have ourselves a double date. Or something." he mumbled, almost to himself. He hadn't gotten to spend much time with his brother before, so he didn't really know how to approach him most of the time. [/classy][/classy][classy=boring"]715 - Namok - Took me long enough [/classy]

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