04-05-2018, 10:35 PM
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Did Jerseyboy know what it was like to have shit parents? Certainly not to the degree that Flaw did, but he could relate to an extent. His mother had been an angel on earth; his rock, his anchor. She had been his saving grace in a sea of childhood troubles, and those troubles had stemmed from his own father. Just the small things that he did such as smoking and drinking and going on angry, drunk rants had all rubbed off onto him. As if it all weren't enough, he had even mistreated him as a kid. Badly. There were nights when he had wept, but he eventually learned to keep it all inside. In fact, he had started fighting back. Things escalated out of control most of the time, and by the time he was barely over 6 months old, he had decided to leave home. It had been a hard decision, but Jerseyboy wanted to see the world for himself. He didn't want to be held up in a small town going down a dead-end road. He wanted to get away from the neighborhood and from his drunkard father. This way, he had met Jacob. He had seen the city. He felt like he was able to take on the world.
It was impossible to ignore the cries sourcing from the border, and when he arrived, the tuxedo tom saw a distraught-looking young panthera. Killua and Jacob were already there, but that didn't stop him from wanting to investigate himself. Jerseyboy, one of the less comforting of the trio, approached and told the newcomer, "Kid, kid- calm down, huh? What 'appened?" He looked battered and bruised, and he couldn't help but wonder just what had happened to him.
Did Jerseyboy know what it was like to have shit parents? Certainly not to the degree that Flaw did, but he could relate to an extent. His mother had been an angel on earth; his rock, his anchor. She had been his saving grace in a sea of childhood troubles, and those troubles had stemmed from his own father. Just the small things that he did such as smoking and drinking and going on angry, drunk rants had all rubbed off onto him. As if it all weren't enough, he had even mistreated him as a kid. Badly. There were nights when he had wept, but he eventually learned to keep it all inside. In fact, he had started fighting back. Things escalated out of control most of the time, and by the time he was barely over 6 months old, he had decided to leave home. It had been a hard decision, but Jerseyboy wanted to see the world for himself. He didn't want to be held up in a small town going down a dead-end road. He wanted to get away from the neighborhood and from his drunkard father. This way, he had met Jacob. He had seen the city. He felt like he was able to take on the world.
It was impossible to ignore the cries sourcing from the border, and when he arrived, the tuxedo tom saw a distraught-looking young panthera. Killua and Jacob were already there, but that didn't stop him from wanting to investigate himself. Jerseyboy, one of the less comforting of the trio, approached and told the newcomer, "Kid, kid- calm down, huh? What 'appened?" He looked battered and bruised, and he couldn't help but wonder just what had happened to him.
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