Post by Junkrat on Feb 18, 2017 12:10:50 GMT
===8 Years Old===
For Grayson, there had never been an easy road or a simple kind of life, it had always been a mess of complicated and crazy, what schooling he had was taught by his mother, and his moral compass thus far was a mixed back of trying to do the right thing while not entirely knowing what the right thing was. It wasn't that he aspired to follow the path his mother was leading him down, in fact, he didn't aspire to be much at all, and maybe that's why he ended up so receptive to the lessons she taught him. He wasn't a bad kid, but sometimes he fell into bad things, and sometimes he could be a savage little asshole.
He still didn't know his father too well, he knew he came from Australia, he knew he'd spent a long while of his life sick and getting sicker, but none of that really mattered. Sam was probably the only thing keeping the impressionable boy from slipping completely into the life that he was born into, the only one keeping his somewhat faulty compass on a path that wasn't entirely crooked and broken. He was still a little shy around the man, as the two hadn't had much time to bond, but he respected him, and even with such short time together he loved his father immensely.
He was sitting out on the steps of his mother's bar, greeting patrons and dying in the blistering heat that Dorado often go plagued with in the summer. He didn't have many friends, most put off or driven away by his less than pleasant moments, so instead of running through the streets after the city kids, he had his chin in his hands watching them wistfully instead.
For Grayson, there had never been an easy road or a simple kind of life, it had always been a mess of complicated and crazy, what schooling he had was taught by his mother, and his moral compass thus far was a mixed back of trying to do the right thing while not entirely knowing what the right thing was. It wasn't that he aspired to follow the path his mother was leading him down, in fact, he didn't aspire to be much at all, and maybe that's why he ended up so receptive to the lessons she taught him. He wasn't a bad kid, but sometimes he fell into bad things, and sometimes he could be a savage little asshole.
He still didn't know his father too well, he knew he came from Australia, he knew he'd spent a long while of his life sick and getting sicker, but none of that really mattered. Sam was probably the only thing keeping the impressionable boy from slipping completely into the life that he was born into, the only one keeping his somewhat faulty compass on a path that wasn't entirely crooked and broken. He was still a little shy around the man, as the two hadn't had much time to bond, but he respected him, and even with such short time together he loved his father immensely.
He was sitting out on the steps of his mother's bar, greeting patrons and dying in the blistering heat that Dorado often go plagued with in the summer. He didn't have many friends, most put off or driven away by his less than pleasant moments, so instead of running through the streets after the city kids, he had his chin in his hands watching them wistfully instead.
