08-16-2018, 12:52 AM
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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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When it came to trust, Pierce hardly had any, not anymore, not in anyone. Though once a naive little boy who would trust in anyone that seemed even remotely kind, his stupid faith in others had gotten him hurt far too many times. He had learned not to trust just anyone- not strangers, not acquaintances, sometimes, not even loved ones, or role models. He'd come to realize that, really, there was no one that was completely reliable, and with every torture, every murder, that occurred, every promise not followed through, his suspicions had only been affirmed. Nowadays, even just a bit of Pierce's trust was a task to earn, and a rather difficult one, at that.
However, he couldn't speak for others. Pierce was a rather hardworking, unassuming individual, one who wove sentences so intricately from sweetly-spoken words. With the flowers that sprouted from his paws on occasion, the paint that so often stained his fur, and the kindness and fairness he displayed to all, he was the type of person one would never suspect to do wrong, to have any malicious intentions toward anyone, and for the most part, they would be correct. It would be no surprise if most people who knew Pierce did trust him, for he had never given anyone reason not to, but things weren't nearly so black and white. Whatever, though- that wasn't something to get caught up in now. He was supposed to be more positive now; this was his new life! He should be living it to its fullest, was what all those therapy books he was reading said. He still thought they were kind of bullshit, but they were better than nothing.
Pierce was next to arrive, following after Gordon with a gentle smile upon freckled features. "Hi there!" he greeted softly, tail giving a small wave as he looked the smaller tom up and down, able to ignore the stench of cigarette smoke due to the fact that this stranger was... pretty nice to look at. Pierce hadn't found himself checking anyone out in a long time- maybe it finally meant he was getting over all that had happened in recent weeks. "I'm Pierce Parker- uh, if you do plan on staying, I'd be glad to, um, help you out with anything you might need." Hopefully this guy wasn't here to, like, stir up any trouble, or anything. New joiners were always good, especially for places like Sunhaven, just starting out, as they were.
"speech"
However, he couldn't speak for others. Pierce was a rather hardworking, unassuming individual, one who wove sentences so intricately from sweetly-spoken words. With the flowers that sprouted from his paws on occasion, the paint that so often stained his fur, and the kindness and fairness he displayed to all, he was the type of person one would never suspect to do wrong, to have any malicious intentions toward anyone, and for the most part, they would be correct. It would be no surprise if most people who knew Pierce did trust him, for he had never given anyone reason not to, but things weren't nearly so black and white. Whatever, though- that wasn't something to get caught up in now. He was supposed to be more positive now; this was his new life! He should be living it to its fullest, was what all those therapy books he was reading said. He still thought they were kind of bullshit, but they were better than nothing.
Pierce was next to arrive, following after Gordon with a gentle smile upon freckled features. "Hi there!" he greeted softly, tail giving a small wave as he looked the smaller tom up and down, able to ignore the stench of cigarette smoke due to the fact that this stranger was... pretty nice to look at. Pierce hadn't found himself checking anyone out in a long time- maybe it finally meant he was getting over all that had happened in recent weeks. "I'm Pierce Parker- uh, if you do plan on staying, I'd be glad to, um, help you out with anything you might need." Hopefully this guy wasn't here to, like, stir up any trouble, or anything. New joiners were always good, especially for places like Sunhaven, just starting out, as they were.
"speech"
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