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Sink Another One"Just stay away from the bottle. If you can make it one more night, then maybe you can make it another night after that," Perry thought as his fingers inched closer and closer to the open case of beer beckoning him from the misty cool fridge. He didn't want the beer to win this time, or maybe it was that he didn't want the beer at all… Maybe he needed something harder. Liquor. "No," he thought again, knowing if he resorted to that, it would somehow be worse than the beer. But it didn't seem to matter much any more, beer or liquor, vodka or wine. Alcohol was poisoning him, and not just his liver. It was the poison that was degrading his hSink Another One

More'n Flowers Love the Rain

"I love you more than the flowers love the rain." It was a game my father used to play with me when I was very little. Every night, he'd find a new way to compare his love for me. I was his only son, the only child. When my first sister was born, he would have to find two different ways to compare his love for us every night, and by the third child, he gave up that game all together. I guess it became too much of a hassle, or else he didn't want to spark jealousy amongst us. Three daughters and one boy is what my family became. I was instantly promoted to sous-manofthehouse, which meant no more games for me and Papa. It's been like that for sMore'n Flowers Love the Rain

Ronnie ain't bossIt ain't as easy as ya made it look, Johnny. You was always a leader from the day you was born. You was like my older brother, and I didn't know a life apart from you. Then you went and left me here, left me in charge, and where was I supposed to go from there? I ain't a leader. I ain't no follower, neither, but I ain't some kinda father figure. I don't know what they expect from me. I ain't the brains you was. I ain't patient, I ain't wholesome. I just ain't you, Jay. I guess that's what they expectin', but I can't deliver. Just ain't my style. Ernie keeps comin' to me, as if I were his best friend or somethin'. I don't know what he wants. HRonnie ain't boss

Forgive Me-ology

Perry Meets Nelly I came to work that day, tired as I always was. But I loved my job, for I had worked hard to get it, and it was fulfilling. I was a therapist, daily reconfirmed in my successful lifestyle by the countless grateful people who left my office every day. I gave them something to think about. Though their gratitude was not often shown, I saw it in the way they came into my office the following week, a new person, if only a slight change, it was always one for the better, and I was proud to say I had a hand in that. Still, today was just part of the routine. I shared the office space with several others in my field. It was a small job, okay, I hadPerry Meets Nelly

Perry's Self Image Giles always had a manner in which he'd speak with the most forthright truth, a kind of bluntness appreciated by so few. I admit, as his colleague and dorm mate, it took a lot of getting used to. At first, I thought him to be a quite a prick, but it was after getting to know his behavioral patterns, that I began to understand how the gears of his convoluted mechanics worked.
I was a delicate creature, less so in my physicality as it was in my sensitive nature. I think Giles mistook me for a pushover when we first met, as in actuality, I was for a good portion of my life. I believe that it was through that single year of being affected by hPerry's Self Image

The Curious ThingThe Curious Thing About my Colleague

It was of particular note, that my colleague was a brilliant youth, in a sense that he was not only a vivacious intellectual, but a unique character, one of which only comes along once in a millennia. He was the type that stood out, not by his own extroverted sociality, but by the very eminence of his being; that which Nature rarely constructs, with such traits both structurally and psychologically superior. Whether it was in the content of his speech, or the mere physicality of his gestures and mannerisms, Giles Barker was one to set the stage for what we all believed would be some kind of renaissance. The Curious Thing

Riding a Horsey Into Town Going into town with Daddy was never the same after his accident. We used to stroll through the old cobblestone streets, staring jealously through the shop windows. He would often stop by the shoe shop and stare at a pair of fine leather loafers, but would never bring himself to pay the couple hundred pounds to get them. We weren't poor but we weren't rich either, and Daddy was always a practical man, so it was his own restraints that separated him from his long-desired shoes. I often fancied the thought of buying them for him as a Christmas gift or a birthday gift, but he never celebrated those things, and hated when anyone (and by anyone, Riding a Horsey Into Town

TheCrippling-Nelly's Response It was difficult at first, getting used to the change. The man that I had grown so used to fearing was now nothing more than a paraplegic. Suddenly all of the insults, the years of abuse, had become somehow frivolous when I was looking down on him, so miserably humiliated in the wheel chair as I took him home from the hospital. Then what was surely a lower blow, was having to be driven home by a young woman.

My father lost his ability to walk when he was paralyzed from the waist down after some loony gave him a right thrashing. He never indulged me in the details; just that this man was clearly out of his mind, and that he, my vagrant fathTheCrippling-Nelly's Response

Of Heroes and HeroinYuh went out like a flame, Johnny; burned bright, till you was snuffed that day on thuh hill. No one's evuh died in my life, before. I nevuh really thought about it till you was gone. Then, when yuh were, I didn't know what tuh do. Kept on doin' the same thing, I guess. But yuh always had a way of stoppin' me from doin' stupid stuff. You convinced me I wasn't as dumb as thuh others always said I was, but now that you ain't there to remind me, I don't really know what tuh think. I realized a lot of my opinions were just your own, and that everythin' I thought I was, you made me think it. Now that you ain't there behind me, when I see myself inOf Heroes and Heroin

Prodigal Son You see, the thing was Giles was never entirely a good father, but there is something peculiar about the way perceptions change when one is on their deathbed. In this particular case, Nelly had nearly forgotten the many years of emotional abuse her father had subjected her to when it came close to that time in everyone's life where the theater curtains are about to draw shut. This play was a tragedy about a once outspoken activist who had lost his vigor through a series of romantic ups and downs, and the lead actor was now taking his final bow.

Nelly had finished bathing him, a routine which had lost its awkwardness many months prior, and Prodigal Son

OneAct- Family and Folly

Death Just a Dream

Corruption of the InnocentIt was the first time Rupert had ever even thought of doing such a thing. I mean, this was a real crime, wasn’t it? And what would his parents think?… What would his parents think? Maybe that’s what pushed the fourteen year old boy to go through with it. The idea of the antagonization. For Ronnie, the experience was something more about art.
“I nevuh took yuh for an arteest, Ronnie,” Rupert said as he followed the red-haired ruffian through the now empty halls of the Junior High school. Ronnie didn’t say anything at first as he strolled along, one hand shoved deep into the pocket of his expensive leather jacketCorruption of the Innocent

Rupert Confronts Giles

Profile- Ronnie

Profile- Ernie

Basic Statistics

Name: Ernie Aliberti
Nickname: Ern
Meaning of name: Serious (lol ironic)
Origin of name: English
Age: 20’s
Sex: male
Blood type: O
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian
Species: Mouse
Political Party: none
Socioeconomic level as a child: middle class
Socioeconomic level as an adult: middle class
Birth date: February 21st
Birth place: Brooklyn, New York
Current residence: New York somewhere
Describe their dwelling/house: Very crowded, always bustling with family members, always busy, always loud. Two story house, 5 bedrooms: one for his mom and dad, one for Ernie, one for the oldest sister, one for thProfile- Ernie

No Going BackIt was too late. There was no taking it back now, for the words had already fired like a bullet from a gun. They landed their target, right into the heart of Mrs Flemming.
"Don't you dare ever call your mother that, do you hear me, Rupert?"
The harsh warning fell on deaf ears of the 21 year old delinquent, as he simply turned away from his father and flopped down on the couch. He knew it too, however, that the words he had just said could not be taken back now. He was in too deep, and he couldn't go back. Rupert took out a long cigar from the inside pocket of his dirtied white jacket, and a lighter from between the cushions.
"Rupert FlNo Going Back

Petty Razor SceneDingus, Rupert and Ernie spent the night at Ronnie's place. Ernie just came out of the bathroom after shaving.
Ron: Which razor didja use?
Ernie: I didn't know there was more than one.
Ron: There was a blue one and a pink one, and ya better not've used mine. Yours is the pink.
Ernie: Why do I gotta have pink!?
Ron: Cuz you're the girl.
Ernie: -_- I miss Galileo already.
Ron: Wha'did you say?
Ernie: I said, how was I supposed ta know? Gee, you gotta lot of funny rules at your house. I mean, I ain't a stranger to heavy house rules, but you're a plain spazz, y'know that, Ron?
Ron: Why?? Do you use your sister's razor at home?
Ernie: WPetty Razor Scene

No Stars in the Sky"No Stars in the Sky Since You Been Gone"
Ernie's POV

I never had a big brother or nothin. I was always the one takin’ care of my three little sisters; the man of the house at the age of 7. It didn’t bother me much, cuz I never knew a life outside’a that. When I met Johnny and the gang, he was the closest thing I ever had to a real role model in my life. I ain’t neva looked up to no one before, either. My dad was always a strict kinda guy; the kind you just sit back and watch, not so much the mentorin’ type. Jaybird treated me like I was somethin’ important. He always had somethin’ to say, or some wise advNo Stars in the Sky

Gym MemoriesIt weren't easy after Jay's death. Everyone seemed to be takin' it pretty hard. Even our ol' rival gang, the Stingrays didn't give us flack for weeks after the funeral. It was like all those petty fights we had were meanin'less now, and they knew it too. The Jaybirds fell apart without the leader of our flock. I was outcasted, alone, and I'd often see some of the stray Rays down at the diner. I recalled the few scuffles we got into, and how me, Ron, Ernie and Rupe took 'em so seriously, but even when Jay was fightin' off that beefcake, Paulie, he seemed ta have a lightheartedness about it all... I later realized that he was good friends with Gym Memories

Friends- Ernies POVThere's all kinds of friends, I learned. It ain't enough to say a friend's a friend. Take my friend Ronnie for instance... He sure ain't the kinda friend you can rely on, cuz he almost never has my back. He's flakey, a little tactless... well a LOT tactless, and he sure don't know how to treat a person nice. But he's someone I grew to love, y'know? We always been together, and we do a lot of stuff together too. He don't say it much, but he sure appreciates my cookin'. I know a lotta people don't get why we hang out. They always tell me, "Ron ain't good for ya, Ern." My family too. They don't get it, but I don't blame em. They see our friendshFriends- Ernies POV

Don't Walk Away pt2 He watched him walk out, like had done so many times before. Sure, they were friends, but Alphonso knew Fabrizio too well. The young man was stubborn, and in love. Following after him wouldn’t do a thing now. All he could do was allow Fabrizio to make his mistakes, and return to him. And so he did.
It hadn’t been but a couple months before Al heard from Fabrizio again. The familiar, urgent knocking didn’t startle the stone-cold chef, and Al let his friend knock a few more times before pulling away from his latest culinary masterpiece. He stood on the other side of the door, which had now gone silent, but he knew who was waitDon't Walk Away pt2

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