Post by Mellow on Jun 20, 2018 10:43:12 GMT
”Get out And Stay the hell away from my house !”
It’s been days since he’s recently attempted to make amends with his mother, but her stern commands which followed their argument still resonate through his brain as he aimlessly roams the frigid concrete jungle. He briefly looks up while strolling through the streets in his black boots and weather appropriate techwear outfit ,indulging in the ambience of car sounds, howling wind and precipitation that trickled from the silver plated sky. The Sun was gone, the world outside was dangerously cold, and the big snow held the houses down and the people in, for the most part. Snowfall is white and gray, part and whole, infinitely various yet infinitely repetitious, soft and hard, frozen and melting, a creaking underfoot and a soundlessness. But first of all it is the reversion of many into one. It is substance, almost the idea of substance, that turns pavement, rust-old pipes, project buildings, cars and stonewall into the one white.
She had made it obvious that reached her limit with her sons actions over the years and she believed kicking him out to the streets would lead him to make better life decisions or else, he’d crumble away... just the corrupt system planned for little old Kevin. This whole situation lead to the realization that, the homeless kid had no one to defend him but himself, especially around these parts. Gang and territory wars were fluctuating, kidnappings and human trafficking silently skyrocketed. Tens of thousands homeless, hungry, broken,Financially...Socially..Mentally...Physically...Emotionally...even Spiritually. Mostly men who were addicts,convicts or veterans but the melting pot of vagrants doesn’t discriminate when it comes to what makes up its demographic. Women and children can even be seen late night sleeping, cuddling and snuggling upon the largest vents tucked away underground in the subway station whenever they aren’t sticking their sludge smeared hands out and begging for change. But the city never sleeps... it relentlessly churns little to no remorse for those who fall behind.
Kevin likes to go by Marrow nowadays, for which he believes he is apart of what makes up the framework of problems that structure the condemned society of today. He realized that these misfortunes have been occurring since the beginning of time and as the ignorant, the blind, fragile, and content remain stagnant, evolution will warrant their inevitable demise. The glorifying, the lies, greed, deception , war and corruption in the world...by allowing it to continue would mean that he’s pretty much just as corrupt as the superpowers whom run the plot to keep the rich wealthy and the oppressed to be suppressed , conformed and dying off. Knowing he as a citizen, a human with a quirk ,is what makes up the true structure of society and the fact that there are still tensions between humans and other humans over quirk abuse versus quirk freedom (along with a plethora of other issues). Hence why he feels somewhat entitled to formulate his ideal world. However, to save it from its current conquistadors, he knows he cannot manage to change the world alone.
Questioning why he, a mere teen could devise a plan to help the world become a better place so easily, but others around him aren’t competent enough to comprehend the severity and depth of the worlds issues and the true roots of our vices. He guesses it’s either that or they choose to accept a life of being brainwashed away in an endless cycle of damnation.
“ I need to get some supplies before this storm gets worse. “ Marrow said to himself as he spotted and paced towards a nearby superstore. With limited money to spare, he’d rather take his chances shoplifting a few items.
It’s been days since he’s recently attempted to make amends with his mother, but her stern commands which followed their argument still resonate through his brain as he aimlessly roams the frigid concrete jungle. He briefly looks up while strolling through the streets in his black boots and weather appropriate techwear outfit ,indulging in the ambience of car sounds, howling wind and precipitation that trickled from the silver plated sky. The Sun was gone, the world outside was dangerously cold, and the big snow held the houses down and the people in, for the most part. Snowfall is white and gray, part and whole, infinitely various yet infinitely repetitious, soft and hard, frozen and melting, a creaking underfoot and a soundlessness. But first of all it is the reversion of many into one. It is substance, almost the idea of substance, that turns pavement, rust-old pipes, project buildings, cars and stonewall into the one white.
She had made it obvious that reached her limit with her sons actions over the years and she believed kicking him out to the streets would lead him to make better life decisions or else, he’d crumble away... just the corrupt system planned for little old Kevin. This whole situation lead to the realization that, the homeless kid had no one to defend him but himself, especially around these parts. Gang and territory wars were fluctuating, kidnappings and human trafficking silently skyrocketed. Tens of thousands homeless, hungry, broken,Financially...Socially..Mentally...Physically...Emotionally...even Spiritually. Mostly men who were addicts,convicts or veterans but the melting pot of vagrants doesn’t discriminate when it comes to what makes up its demographic. Women and children can even be seen late night sleeping, cuddling and snuggling upon the largest vents tucked away underground in the subway station whenever they aren’t sticking their sludge smeared hands out and begging for change. But the city never sleeps... it relentlessly churns little to no remorse for those who fall behind.
Kevin likes to go by Marrow nowadays, for which he believes he is apart of what makes up the framework of problems that structure the condemned society of today. He realized that these misfortunes have been occurring since the beginning of time and as the ignorant, the blind, fragile, and content remain stagnant, evolution will warrant their inevitable demise. The glorifying, the lies, greed, deception , war and corruption in the world...by allowing it to continue would mean that he’s pretty much just as corrupt as the superpowers whom run the plot to keep the rich wealthy and the oppressed to be suppressed , conformed and dying off. Knowing he as a citizen, a human with a quirk ,is what makes up the true structure of society and the fact that there are still tensions between humans and other humans over quirk abuse versus quirk freedom (along with a plethora of other issues). Hence why he feels somewhat entitled to formulate his ideal world. However, to save it from its current conquistadors, he knows he cannot manage to change the world alone.
Questioning why he, a mere teen could devise a plan to help the world become a better place so easily, but others around him aren’t competent enough to comprehend the severity and depth of the worlds issues and the true roots of our vices. He guesses it’s either that or they choose to accept a life of being brainwashed away in an endless cycle of damnation.
“ I need to get some supplies before this storm gets worse. “ Marrow said to himself as he spotted and paced towards a nearby superstore. With limited money to spare, he’d rather take his chances shoplifting a few items.
