Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, and that totally
sucks for me. If I did, I would either have a romance between
Starfire/Raven, or someone other than Robin. And I'd give
Blackfire more screen time, because she roxxorz.
This is just a fanfic I'm working on currently. This is really just what I think about when I day dream.
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Chapter One
John walked slowly down the sidewalk. Carrying as many of his possessions as he could fit in a black duffel bag, slung across his shoulder, he made his way from his last dwelling that has served as his home for the last four weeks. This "dwelling" was more or less an abandoned warehouse that John did little more than sleep at night in. These days he spent most of his life wandering around the city, with nothing else to do. He crammed two pairs of his favorite jeans, two of his most comfortable boxer shorts, two pairs of socks, along with his two favorite shirts. He also fit his most prized possessions into it, barely. Two sandalwood gripped revolvers, along with cleaning equipment for them. Not exactly what a fourteen year old should be carrying around, but he didn't care. They were his, and he came to love the fire arms; practicing with them regularly and taking good care of them.
John had been alone most of his life these past few years, walking aimlessly around the country, looking for work and a home, and generally being downtrodden. After his parents died, he had been put in an orphanage. Since that didn't suit his liking too well, he decided to leave it all behind him and try to start a new life.
'All I have to do is find a new place to stay.' He thought to himself. 'I'll be able to get a job working for some fast food place or something. So it's not like I'd have to be there all the time...Which might help persuade whoever I'll be staying with. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna sleep on the street like a bum, or in another empty warehouse. Those things scare the fuck out of me. Three pairs of clothes total, and I'll be able to buy new clothes once I find a place and a job. Maybe I'll be able to go to a real school too. Street smarts aren't as good as you would think...' John currently had about two-hundred dollars, stashed away in his wallet. He'd been saving it ever since he had been a wanderer (this money usually came from passersby that seemed sorry for him on the nights where he had fallen asleep on a bench. After finding money waiting for him, John quickly began to sleep on park benches more and more, quickly finding enough money to buy his current cache of rather clothing).
Still walking, he noticed a large building in the horizon. Built in the shape of a large 'T', this building seemed to tower above all others, yet be at least a mile away from the closest building. 'Wear have I seen that before...? And what kinds of people live in giant letter-shaped buildings? I can almost remember...some important people...well known....Wait! That's the Teen Titan's place! Now I remember. Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, and...Starfire...' He thought of the last name with a certain feeling of a kind of nirvana...sweet and beautiful, was this girl. '(My God she is pretty...) If I go there, I'll most likely be welcomed...My chances rise even higher should Starfire answer the door.' There was that feeling again. John wouldn't admit to call it love, he didn't even know her, the closest thing to that was what he'd heard and seen on the news. 'I've heard she's supposed to be so nice and gentle. That kind of person could never refuse a down-on- his-luck kinda guy like me...could they? I'll have to be careful about what I say, and make sure I don't look like some sort of ruffian.'
That would be easier said than done for John. Trying to keep up with fashion, he wore baggy jeans, at least 3 sizes too big for him, which threatened to fall whenever he walked (not to mention run) if it weren't for the single belt he had and wore. White shoes, with white laces, kept nearly spotless were almost hidden under the cuffs of his pants. Completing his attire, were his sunglasses (which covered up chocolate-brown eyes), and a red and white tee-shirt, worn over a long sleeved yellow Starter brand shirt. Black hair added to his look, flowing across his head in gentle waves and partially covering his eyes with its length at times. 'My dad always said I dressed like a hoodlum...I always thought he was exaggerating, but now that my chances of finding a new home ride on how I look and what I say, I'm not so sure. I guess I'll just have to find out then.'
He began walking in the direction of the giant tower, switching his bag from right to left shoulder every ten minutes to prevent any aches. His shadow was almost completely gone, and the sun was directly above his head, which ment it was noon. He expected to make it to the tower in about an hour of walking. No use running there. Sweating, panting, and out of breath would probably decrease my chances. He thought. And since they ARE teenagers, my age most likely, they probably wouldn't be up by now. At least I wouldn't be.
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So, like it? Or not? Please R&R, no flames, constructive criticism welcomed. Also help with how the story line should go would be appreciated.
This is just a fanfic I'm working on currently. This is really just what I think about when I day dream.
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Chapter One
John walked slowly down the sidewalk. Carrying as many of his possessions as he could fit in a black duffel bag, slung across his shoulder, he made his way from his last dwelling that has served as his home for the last four weeks. This "dwelling" was more or less an abandoned warehouse that John did little more than sleep at night in. These days he spent most of his life wandering around the city, with nothing else to do. He crammed two pairs of his favorite jeans, two of his most comfortable boxer shorts, two pairs of socks, along with his two favorite shirts. He also fit his most prized possessions into it, barely. Two sandalwood gripped revolvers, along with cleaning equipment for them. Not exactly what a fourteen year old should be carrying around, but he didn't care. They were his, and he came to love the fire arms; practicing with them regularly and taking good care of them.
John had been alone most of his life these past few years, walking aimlessly around the country, looking for work and a home, and generally being downtrodden. After his parents died, he had been put in an orphanage. Since that didn't suit his liking too well, he decided to leave it all behind him and try to start a new life.
'All I have to do is find a new place to stay.' He thought to himself. 'I'll be able to get a job working for some fast food place or something. So it's not like I'd have to be there all the time...Which might help persuade whoever I'll be staying with. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna sleep on the street like a bum, or in another empty warehouse. Those things scare the fuck out of me. Three pairs of clothes total, and I'll be able to buy new clothes once I find a place and a job. Maybe I'll be able to go to a real school too. Street smarts aren't as good as you would think...' John currently had about two-hundred dollars, stashed away in his wallet. He'd been saving it ever since he had been a wanderer (this money usually came from passersby that seemed sorry for him on the nights where he had fallen asleep on a bench. After finding money waiting for him, John quickly began to sleep on park benches more and more, quickly finding enough money to buy his current cache of rather clothing).
Still walking, he noticed a large building in the horizon. Built in the shape of a large 'T', this building seemed to tower above all others, yet be at least a mile away from the closest building. 'Wear have I seen that before...? And what kinds of people live in giant letter-shaped buildings? I can almost remember...some important people...well known....Wait! That's the Teen Titan's place! Now I remember. Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, and...Starfire...' He thought of the last name with a certain feeling of a kind of nirvana...sweet and beautiful, was this girl. '(My God she is pretty...) If I go there, I'll most likely be welcomed...My chances rise even higher should Starfire answer the door.' There was that feeling again. John wouldn't admit to call it love, he didn't even know her, the closest thing to that was what he'd heard and seen on the news. 'I've heard she's supposed to be so nice and gentle. That kind of person could never refuse a down-on- his-luck kinda guy like me...could they? I'll have to be careful about what I say, and make sure I don't look like some sort of ruffian.'
That would be easier said than done for John. Trying to keep up with fashion, he wore baggy jeans, at least 3 sizes too big for him, which threatened to fall whenever he walked (not to mention run) if it weren't for the single belt he had and wore. White shoes, with white laces, kept nearly spotless were almost hidden under the cuffs of his pants. Completing his attire, were his sunglasses (which covered up chocolate-brown eyes), and a red and white tee-shirt, worn over a long sleeved yellow Starter brand shirt. Black hair added to his look, flowing across his head in gentle waves and partially covering his eyes with its length at times. 'My dad always said I dressed like a hoodlum...I always thought he was exaggerating, but now that my chances of finding a new home ride on how I look and what I say, I'm not so sure. I guess I'll just have to find out then.'
He began walking in the direction of the giant tower, switching his bag from right to left shoulder every ten minutes to prevent any aches. His shadow was almost completely gone, and the sun was directly above his head, which ment it was noon. He expected to make it to the tower in about an hour of walking. No use running there. Sweating, panting, and out of breath would probably decrease my chances. He thought. And since they ARE teenagers, my age most likely, they probably wouldn't be up by now. At least I wouldn't be.
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So, like it? Or not? Please R&R, no flames, constructive criticism welcomed. Also help with how the story line should go would be appreciated.