Bound together (Aveira)

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Cyril's grey eyes traced to Aveira just as he began to eat. His brother followed suit in a much more delicate manner than him. It was strange. The twins had completely different pallets and eating habits but still shared the same body. Lyric kept himself quiet while he ate, though smiled with Averia's compliment and whispered a soft 'thank you'. How could they contribute? It was necessary but there was just a lot they couldn't do. Maybe being a performer would be best. Would the crowd even like them? Well, the white haired lady sure had plenty of confidence for them. "Eh, I guess we could help with chores and stuff. I'm sure we'll think of something." Cyril dismissed ultimately while devouring his long-awaited hot meal of a hamburger.


What did surprise the twins however was the fact that Carter actually agreed to tell them the tale of how he came to be. Cyril continued to eat though Lyric dropped his fork and focused on him to listen. He never really ate much, anyway. He pretty much lived off of small bites of things. Despite Cyril's general disdain of explanations more than a few sentences long he found himself actually listening. His life... Well, it was tragic. He was broken, chained up for... Five years?! Cyril nearly choked when he heard this. He had been through so much before finding himself a home. Maybe that would be a trend for people here. What could Cyril say about all of this?

"Damn." Cyril stated blandly. He was actually intrigued, and a spark of that showed through his bored grey eyes. He paused for a moment to rub his bloodied shoulder, which made a reminder of the first aid kit run through his head. He reached for it and pulled out some water, anesthetic, and bandages."Well, I guess it's sorta good you ended up here, right? Is there anything from your old life you miss or do ya like it here better? Personally nothing has really kept us staying in the 'real' world." Cyril mumbled with resuming to eat some French fries. He then shrugged as an idea seemed to come into his head. "Since we're having sob-story storytime here I guess I could tell you a little bit about us, if you don't care."

[AVEIRA STERLING]

The boys seemed to be getting along well. Carter had calmed and told his story, Lyric would never be a problem, and Cyril had shown an interest in something besides food and anger. It was good. All of it was very good. And with the boys getting along, Aveira really didn't feel a need to be around anymore. Surely without a guardian around, the boys could begin to bond more. And if they fought again? Well, she'll just have to check the infirmary for the twins again in the morning.

"I'm sure Carter can show you two to the dorms when you two are ready, and he has full permission to give you a tour of Circo grounds if he desires." Certainly a chance to roam around Circo at night would entice the tiger. He probably did it anyway, but this time he had permission. Nothing like striding around like you owned the place when everyone else was in bed. "Unless there is a reason to stay, I assume this is goodnight?" But she'd have to deal with the boys in the morning. And the morning after that. For a week, just for a few minutes at least, making sure they were settling in properly.

[CARTER WALKER]

►You have to let it in You don't bite your tongue off Carter gave a small, weak, and sad smile. He shrugged, it was life. He was use to the cold knife, and blinding lights. It would cause pain and trauma to anyone. At least maybe it would be the slap in the face to the twins who walked in thinking they could win the love of everyone. Carter thought about it biting his lip. He ran a hand through his hair. Wa there anything he missed? His memories were of a little ruined town near Brooklyn New York. He remember hungry, he remembered being in the middle psychical fight, and his dead punching him so hard he blacked out. He remembered sitting with P.J. when the screen flashed to the murder of his mother by her husband. She was pathetic anyway, but yeah, he missed her. He missed being normal, normal in the head anyway. "I guess I miss being just normal, and even if this body has advantages it wasn't worth it." Yes, that would be enough for now. He couldn't go sharing everything about his life, not yet. In good time, maybe. Carter leaned forward, folding his hands and nodding at their comments and questions. "Sure- go ahead. How'd you end up in this oddity show?" He turned towards Aveira, raising his eyebrow. "Goodnight?"

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►TAGS Viva and Nuri


►NOTES Gosh I just realized how messed up I made Carter. I can bring in some characters if you want?


►WORDS Out and about no counter >.> so sorry for bad grammar xD

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[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Cyril finished his meal before placing his hand on the disposable plastic plate to slide it down the table to the trash can on the end with oddly good accuracy. Now with more than satisfied hunger he glanced at Aveira at her suggestion. Not a bad idea, but he didn't know if he truly felt like hiking even more. It depended it Cart was up to hit, because he was truly vouching for either way. "Whatever Carter wants. Ain't like the cat hasn't had enough to deal with already today." Cyril muttered to her with a shrug of his well-built shoulders. At the announcement of her departure Cyril proceeded to think for a few seconds, following that up with a brief laugh. "I dunno, if ya wanna leave, then goodnight. I'm sure you've had enough of bratty-ass kids." He wasn't going to lie. He was an ass. He knew he was. He loved it. Those with a short temper like him would get fired up and that would end up being fun. Those who had a long term were entertaining because it was hilarious to see someone slowly crack. Cyril's game was over for today. He didn't play with everyone though, and this fact probably held up even more so after his crash and burn today. Still, Aveira and Carter was fun. They sort of proved themselves to him, which would push him to be less of a butt towards them. "I guess I should thank you for today. Then again, you still got a whole week with me, so I'm gonna save my breath until then." He finished on quite the cocky tone.

Lyric then looked to Carter while his brother was gloating, a benign expression now relaxing on his face. Now that all the drama and unnecessary excitement was over he was now at ease. "I'm sorry to hear about your many losses. I would imagine that your change has been very hard on you..." Lyric apologized gently, his face obscured by his disarray of deep brown hair. Everyone around him, all of these oddities, had wished for a normal life at some point. The twins were included in this. Cyril wanted nothing more than to accomplish things independently and not have to worry so much about others looking at him funny. All Lyric wanted was to walk and feel like he was his own person- an actual human. Despite their desires the two knew that they would be nothing like they are now if they weren't always joined together. Maybe their current position was for the better. Lyric snapped out of his thoughts once Cyril offered to share their history and Carter agreed. Worried that Cyril was going to say something he didn't want to be shared, Lyric decided to start the story. "Well, you see..."

Too late. It was Cyril's turn. "Hey, I don't want to be here all night." He stated when he cut off his brother. He liked keeping things short and sweet, plus he didn't want to give him absolutely everything. Just a gist was fine with him. "Well, as you could imagine, we've been like this our entire lives. There wasn't any scientists, no giant lasers, no freak accidents... Well, kinda. I mean we were made through an unsuccessful... Oh forget it, you probably heard how it works in health class or something anyway." He shrugged off the explanation with nonchalance, proceeding to get to the detail. "So, as you could imagine, our psychotic religious birth mother didn't like the fact that she had given birth to 'demon spawn'. We didn't really know her, cuz she threw us to the side of the road when we were really little. We've been given the short end of the stick on a lot of aspects, but one thing we don't fall flat on is our memory. Anyway, fate was on our side that day cuz a woman swooped us up not too long after and came to actually like us and treat us like individual people rather than one massive mutant. She adopted us and raised us as her own kids, and life was pretty good after that. Sure, we didn't have any friends hardly. Plus every time we went to the doctor or something they'd tell us 'Oh you guys have X amount of months to live because we found Y wrong with you' or 'Oh Lyric you're lucky you're still alive because of X'. Ha, my personal favorite was always 'You guys shouldn't have lived past the age of three because blahblahblah and now life's just a ticking time bomb and it could go off any minute for the both of you'" He stopped to take a breath, all the while thinking of the countless of other dooming fates bound for them. There were ones that were really true and really scared the both of them. Due to Cyril's current tone however he wasn't likely to share the serious stuff. "Anyway, you catch my drift. So not only has death and disease always been on our tail, but social life wasn't that great either. But whatever. F*ck those guys. So as we grew older the more that we realized that economically we were struggling. My mom lost her decent-paying job and really had trouble finding another one. We really needed money, so my mom turned to.. Uh... Other occupations. Like occupations that weren't exactly legal. I'm not saying anything else about this, so you can use your imagination to fill the rest in." Cyril mumbled that last part as if he were truly ashamed. Quickly he swallowed his unease as he started up once more. "Of course, our only caretaker got arrested. To make matters worse the CPS came and took us to a new foster home. We didn't want any other parent in our life, nor did we want to be bound to a normal lifestyle in a place we could never fit in at. So we did what all kids do when faced with decisions too grandiose for our simple minds and ran away. And when I say ran, I mean ran. We have been on the road for that past two years. Shelter to shelter, alley to alley we made our way cross country. We got sick and hungry a lot but man were we free. Event after event, a bad case of pneumonia and exhaustion led to us being found by staff here or something. And voila, here we are." Cyril finished out a nonchalant note, reclining against a pole as if he didn't care about his background. "Any questions kitty kitty bang bang?" He halfway laughed at his exhausted humor as he shifted his shoulders for his brother to leech onto them.