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Ch. 2: Demigod among Titans...

     The dark fox who presided over earth's secret protective society made his way over to where he would be viewing the spectacles to come.... A throne fit for an emperor with matching chairs on either side for his mates and trusted comrades at arms. Before taking his seat, he took his left index finger and pierced it with a fang...
He allowed the blood to gather as he said aloud in a Ki infused projected voice: "One last thing to make this an official Hremalkah... the provider of the tournament must be the first to give honorable blood to it."
With that said, he flung his hand outward, letting one drop fly from his open palm. The crimson colored droplet reflected the light from the ball of flame, making it shine for all to see as it fell to the arena. All were quiet as they watched with baited breath until the glowing ruby splashed into the waters of the battlefield, causing it to shimmer and hum with astral effects. Gongs were rung and soldiers and students howled their approval. The Hremalkah had begun....

The four display screens held the information all were looking for. All participants were already pre-sorted into four tiers of four fights each. Naturally all looked upon tier one to see who would be going first on this day of glorious sparring. The display read as follows:

Tier one, match one.
"Tamrhen Illvary" VS "Ehrleb M'vrak"

 Tier one, match two.
"Jespa Enkarte" VS "Aron Lore"

 Tier one, match three.
"Raegn Neshpod" VS "Silkas Vair"

 Tier one, match four.
"Kyle Alexander Shepard" VS " Mikayla Karou"

Tamrhen looked on to see who his opponent was. He didn't much care for the details, this tournament was a way for him to turn a profit so he may bring home something else to provide for his family. He was focused, so even though his eyes didn't see her coming... 
Tamrhen: "Sneaking up on me in the middle of a crowd? What did you hope to accomplish that way, intimidation?
Ehrleb: "You sensed my presence despite the others?"
Tamrhen: "No, but your unique scent is overpowering... even for your species."
....a short silence as the obvious insult was realized.
Ehrleb: "I will see you on the field.........mutt."

Jespa was eager to present some new techniques she'd been studying in between her meditation cycles to her mate. This tournament was the first available free time she's had for some time though, and Dusk himself was fairly busy watching over our kin and the students. She looked up to see who would be her first victim, then scanned the crowd to match the face to the name...
Aron: "You have fire in your eyes... good, I do not think I would be able to face a flower such as you if your heart was not in the fight."
His voice had startled her, it was the first time in decades that anyone other than her savior had snuck up on her. She turned to face him... he was tall, even for a minataur, but he didn't have the stocky barrel chest his kind were known for.... or the peircings for that matter.
Jespa: "You seem fairly confident as well. I hope that demeanor doesn't change during the match."
Aron: "Not to worry dear lady.... it will not."

Silkas watched his opponent approach him after glancing at the board. No words were needed as their eyes met. Raegn gave him a respectful bow to which he returned, then turned around and walked back.

Kyle had only just found his name among the ranks for a few short minutes when the most timidly cute voice he'd ever heard addressed him. His opponent had sought him out...
Mika: "...Um... Mr. Shepard?.... I mean your grace! <Oh my>.... I uh.... I just wanted... to ...to wish you good luck in the match.... I mean... if that's ok with you..."

Kyle: "Please Miss Karou, you are but too kind. I'm currently not on Pri'aal, so just call me Kyle for the time being. As for you wishing me luck, I do the same to you. May the gods grant you many blessings, and keep you strong in the fight, because if you are not strong, you are not a worthy challenge. No offense, but I don't fight anyone who isn't as strong, or stronger than myself... it's a moral boundary of mine. That, and I had quite the.... erm, tentative past, let's say. Which through time, made me less inclined to pick on those who can't adequately fend for themselves."

-ALL TIER ONE COMBATANTS, PLEASE PROCEED TO A MINI PLATFORM TO ENTER 'THE LOBBY' AND AWAIT YOUR MATCH.- 
The P.A. was obnoxiously loud, but it got the point across. Kyle made his way to where he was supposed to go, followed by the other tier one entrants, stepped aboard and was subsequently brought downward to an area where all was dark around him... minus the now opaque H.U.D. surrounding his platform.... which displayed stats on himself, his opponent, the featured background music and land type that only the players wouldn't be able to see as they fought.
-PLEASE PLACE AN ARM IN THE VAULT TO RECEIVE YOUR HARNESS.-
He did so without hesitation.
-NEW PLAYER DETECTED, WOULD YOU LIKE A REBREATHER?- he was asked as the harness wrapped itself snugly around his battle armor.
Kyle: "I most certainly would, thank you."
The device materialized in front of him and phased through his face shield to lock itself firmly around his muzzle. Wasn't too tight, but it definitely was a new feeling.
-PLEASE ENJOY VIEWING THE MATCHES THAT PROCEED WHILE YOU AWAIT YOURS.-
Kyle: "Not much choice on that, but it would be good to scope out the possible competition."

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 Tier one, match one.

"Tamrhen Illvary" VS "Ehrleb M'vrak"
Featured song:


Tamrhen Illvary
Species:
Anthro Pit / Lab mix
Gender:
Male
Age:
32 Earth years
Place of birth:
Salem, Oregon. United States
Affiliation:
None
Fighting style:
West Coast Brawler with light martial arts/parkour mixed in.
Personality:
Blunt, Honest and to the point. This dawg will tell it like it is and not care who likes it or not. Places priority on getting shit done as fast as possible for the most amount of profit so he may better provide for his family and friends... an he don take no shit from nobody.

Ehrleb M'vrak
Species:
Anthro Puma
Gender:
Female
Age:
25 earth years
Place of birth:
New Zealand
Affiliation:
The Hidden Fangs
Fighting style:
Heavy emphasis on stealth and camoflauge, though she can get her hands dirty if she needs to.
Personality:
Often heard of, rarely seen, she is a member of the Iga clan's famed Ninjitsu. As such when her job's mentioned, she'll barely say much at all.... which is a shame since pretty much everyone knows it exists.... that and her charming personality and angelic voice could fool the masses.

-Match one commencing...-

Both Tamrhen and Ehrleb locked eyes when their match began, both had rebreathers so neither needed to worry about a lack of oxygen. This bout would be determined by skill alone. Stepping onto the main platform, they were immediately teleported to the playing area as a countdown was less then necessary. Both charged ahead, Tamrhen with a full sprint, Ehrleb leaning forward with her arms trailing behind her. When they got close enough, Tamrhen was the first to act by throwing a full powered right hook aimed at her gut. Her initial move was to leap into the waters above him, pulling out a grappling hook on a launcher, which she fired at his legs. Her move was the successful one as the rope entwined itself around him, rendering him motionless for the time being.

Ehrleb: "Tch, typical male, always using the direct approach."
She started swinging him in circles as the random debris started to pop up all around them, slamming him into the platform a few times for good measure before tossing him away and releasing the cable. He hit the platform several times as he continued rolling to a stop, then he got up and removed his shin guards while closing the distance back.
Tamrhen: "Your turn for a surprise cat."
He flung the items away from him as she launched her grappling hook once more, only to see the shin guards start moving on their own and get in the way of the trajectory. Both produced blades for wings and spun fast enough to maintain mobility. They caught the hook by the pointed ends and brought it to tamrhen, then they went for Ehrleb as he started yanking on it to tear it from her grasp.

The puma had to continuously dodge while maintaining her hold on the hook, but still the blades got a few lucky slices. She was bleeding in several places before she decided it was time to use her trump card. She let go of the hook, reached into her vest top, then became transparent which caused the shin guards to lose track of her.
Tamrhen stood agape as he stared at nothing, but soon the debris reminded him that the game was still on. Ehrleb managed to connect a number of blows to his legs, arms and back. She was attempting to debilitate him. Trying to find her with his eyes was fruitless now, so he turned to a trick he learned from an old friend.... blind fighting. He closed his eyes and used his other senses to find her, though the water of the playing field made it difficult for a time. His instincts told him a blow was coming from behind, and blocked it deftly with his left arm while countering with a second full powered right hook. It took her aback as she wasn't expecting it.... but now they fought on equal terms again. Still, Ehrleb was the better fighter, she wore him down until he couldn't get back up, then she threw him once more to the debris.... and this time it hit him.

-VICTORY GOES TO EHRLEB M'VRAK!-

Riankeo:
"Those shin guard guardians were a nice touch, but in the end it was the ninja that had the right set of tools."
Dusk: "Knowledge of when and how to use your items is only half the equation my mate, they are only as good as the user."

Ralton: "That was certainly an interesting match."
Ashanti: "Well, they managed to hold eachother for a while, but i could see who was going to win right from the start."
Ralton: "How so?"
Ashanti: "She had the right tools and she knew when was the right time to use them. Don't get me wrong, the guy has some skill, the way he caught her with his eyes closed was a smart move..."
Ralton: "... But he made a big mistake right at the beginning when he attempted to strike her."
Ashanti: "Exactly!" 
Ralton: "Charging against your opponent can sometimes be considered a blind move... specially when you don't know what your up against."
Ashanti: "And against a 'ninja like' opponent is a bad idea, because when a ninja strikes... you don't even see it coming." 
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 Tier one, match two.

"Jespa Enkarte" VS "Aron Lore"
Featured song:


Jespa Enkarte
Species:
Full fledged Dragi
Gender:
Female
Age:
186 Earth years
Place of birth:
Order of Dragi ship: LushJungle
Affiliation:
Dragi soldier/power level: red/ scout class
Fighting style:
Mixed martial arts coupled with standard Ki Chi training
Personality:
Raised to be explorative and question what she finds. Her future was bright and starry until the ship she was on encountered a Drakonian fleet and was subsequently destroyed in the ensuing space battle. Dusk found her escape pod in the hemillayas with her inside, barely alive and suffering mentally from the ordeal. She sees him as a man to be idolized after he restored her body and mind back to decency, so much so that she eventually became one of his mates. She fights with a will of iron and the intellect of a tactician.

Aron Lore
Species:
Minotaur
Gender:
Male
Age:
54 Earth years
Place of birth:
Venice, Italy
Affiliation:
PMC: Raven's Scythes
Fighting style:
CQC based on precise tactical movement for any given situation.
Personality:
Farm life was never his dream as a child, so when he was old enough, he taught himself the art of swordplay and registered as a free lance mercenary. For a time, he was content, then he ran across Raven, who taught him that there's more to life than just cutting down the problem with a blade. Now he seeks to perfect the art of the silver tongue on top of all weaponry, this tournament will facilitate a part of that aspect.

-Match two commencing...-

     
Aron was the one with the rebreather for the match, so when both stepped onto the central platform... Jespa took her time breathing in and out very slowly and deeply. She filled her lungs with as much air as they would hold using a zen technique she'd read up on.  Then both of them were transported to the playing area. 

     They approached each other cautiously, and circled a few times before the minatuar made to grapple her. This resulted in an increase in movement from both of them as they tried to counter the other's moves with various fighting styles designed to gain an upper hand. Fleet of foot and strong of will, the vixen was dancing all over the bull as he kept his own movements to the logical path of riposte. It was quickly turning into a stalemate as each tried not to be the first to make a mistake and leave an opening. After a short time, Aron figured it was right to bring out his swords. When he did so, his momentum and movement set changed dramatically, making Jespa go on the defensive, but she too had a blade she could use.... She let him slice a few gashes on her arms so that they may bleed freely, then she used her ki to have her own blood form into lengths of razor sharpness. Now she had evened the playing field as her own move set changed to match his.

     This wasn't the first time Aron had faced a dual wielding sword fighter, but it certainly was the first time those swords were made out of the user's own blood. Still, all weapons had a weakness, and that was a sweet spot of fragility he could exploit. All he had to do was find it. He used the incoming debris to cause a distraction as they both dodged them. He started swinging in a manner aimed at the blood blades themselves.  He succeeded in shattering them both, much to the disbelief of their wielder, and used the time bought to connect a blow to her gut. It made her expel most of the remaining air she had been holding and she was in dire straights as now she began suffering from anemia. 

Aron: "Forgive me my lady, but this battle is over."

     As she struggled to keep going, he hit her once more in the belly, then a small rap on her head with the hilts of his blades to expedite her journey to the world of dreams, it was at that point a piece of debris got her in the back as she passed out.

-VICTORY GOES TO ARON LORE!-

Dusk:
"I was unaware that she had started to study the bloodcrafts, still it wasn't enough against a well trained and battle hardened swordsman."
Riankeo: "I hope she recovers from it without any complications, she's a good deal of fun to sleep with."
Dusk: "Mind on the task my mate."

Ashanti: "Alright, i'm not sure of what i just saw, but that looked like blood magic to me..."
Ralton: "Your gonna have to ask her about that, after she's recovered."
Ashanti: "Yeah... why did she went without a rebreather anyway? Does she have a deathwish or something?"
Ralton: "Seriously Ashanti?... Coming from you that's a funny thought."
Ashanti: "Oh please Ralton, those things i've done aren't considered a deathwish but rather 'drastic actions'."
Ralton: "If you say so."
----------

 Tier one, match three.

"Raegn Neshpod" VS "Silkas Vair"
Featured song:


Raegn Neshpod
Species:
Drakonian
Gender:
Male
Age:
19 Earth years
Place of birth:
Tovahr, Eridium. Planet Iyo
Affiliation:
Former Empire soldier and fugitive.
Fighting style:
Blitz Dragon Palm. A martial art designed to end fights quickly.
Personality:
Bold and brash, he is the typical embodiment of how empire children are raised before being drafted. He never did appreciate being required to serve his nation, especially when he did not agree on how it was being led. He went AWOL as soon as the opportunity presented itself and somehow found his way to dusk while fleeing his persuers.

Silkas Vair
Species:
Anthro White Dragon
Gender:
Male
Age:
Unknown
Place of birth:
Unknown
Affiliation:
Dragi supporter
Fighting style:
He's a dragon, what do you think?
Personality:
Like all dragons, Silkas is cunning and wise from his centuries of life. He shares his lair with Darkhallis because it was freely given to him as a living space in exchange for help with training and defense of the city in which it is part. Unlike all dragons, he fears and respects Dusk Windblade since he is the only living thing that defeated him in honorable combat.

-Match three commencing...-

Raegn had a rebreather for this match, but Silkas didn't need one. Two to seven minutes without air was nothing to a dragon, he didn't even bother taking a deep breath.
They charged each other as soon as they appeared in the playing field. Both were using tactics an actual dragon would use in this setting. Brute strength and sheer speed from fluid dynamics. Their blows were glancing, but powerful.... and quite the sight to witness. Neither was giving or gaining ground, and both had breath weapons that were ideal for an underwater setting. As they bounced off each other in a repetitive cycle of jousting, the debris started building up with the beat of the song playing... as if it was just waiting for one of them to make a single false step. Silkas was the wiser of the two though. He had age on his side, so his situational awareness let him know when debris was getting too close. He steered Raegn right into a piece as they charged once more, and the drak realized too late to stop himself.

-VICTORY GOES TO SILKAS VAIR!-

Ashanti: "That was quite a match."
Ralton: "Indeed."
Ashanti: "But... i can't help but feel the dragon had the advantage, despite not having a rebreather..."
----------

 Tier one, match four.

"Kyle Alexander Shepard" VS " Mikayla Karou"
Featured song:

 
Mikayla Karou
Species:
Anthro mouse
Gender:
Female
Age:
24 Earth years
Place of birth:
Osaka, Japan
Affiliation:
Dragi Student of six earth years
Fighting style:
Jeat Kun Doh with emphasis on environmental aversion.
Personality:
     Mika has a heart of gold and a kind, loving soul despite her tendency to shy away from most social encounters with other people. (Fluttershy in a nutshell pretty much.) ...But when she enters the arena, years of training take over her conscious mind. She fills herself with the confidence of the mightiest soldier, because she knows that the art of dodging and deflection have been weaved into her very being. She can move through a battlefield with the grace of a swan.

Kyle Alexander Shepard
Species:
German Shepherd, Fox hybrid (precursor and cerinian mixed breed)
Age:
22 Earth years
Place of birth:
New Haven, capital of the Fire Kingdom on Pri'aal
Affiliation(s):
DevilDog Army, Star Fox, Assassin's Brotherhood, Lylat chapter
Fighting style:
     Yol Dovah style, highly aggressive, that makes use of natural appendages, such as claws, talons, and teeth. it also makes heavy use of natural abilities, such as pyrokinesis, also with heavy emphasis on debilitating, strong strikes combined with firm balance. (basically like a cross between the fire nation and the earth nation, from avatar: the last airbender) to some, it looks like aggressive posturing, but to the opponent, it's a martial art that's easy to avoid, but devastating to be hit by if you manage to get snagged by a counter attack.
Personality:
     He's rather abrasive and tough to talk to when you first meet him, but once Kyle warms up to you, you can come to realize he does everything he can for the Lylat system's continued safety and freedom. he tries his damndest to keep his family, his friends, and his pack safe, along with his people, who had in the past turned petty squabbles into full blown, heavy casualty war.
so kyle isn't one that's a stranger to violence, and he's certainly no stranger to defending himself if need be. using the martial arts he'd been taught on earth, and the new martial arts he'd been trained in on pri'aal after his and krystal's marriage, he takes to the field with a speed and force unlike any other warrior in the DDA. he crushes enemy skulls without any remorse, and he can be up in your throat with a knife before you have the chance to blink.
He has three rules that anyone who he calls friend must follow:
1. don't harm his family.
2. don't harm his friends.
3. do not EVER, under ANY circumstances, harm his pack.
A slow, agonizing death awaits those who break all three...

-NOW ENTERING MATCH FOUR, STEP ONTO THE PLATFORM WHEN READY.-
His mini platform rose to reveal the crowd cheering on as he and Mika came to the wide open space. Mika had been psyching herself up when she appeared...
Mika: "Ok, you've rehearsed this a million times... come on mika, it's time to prove your worth...."
She let out a heavy sigh along with a full body shiver before she found her center of calm... then she looked right at Kyle with fire in her eyes...
Mika: " It's show time."

Both players had stepped onto the central platform at this point, the music and timer started playing. Mika was hyperventilating until it got to three, where she took in a breath as deeply as possible....

-Match four commencing...-

Both combatants acted immediately upon warping into the arena, Mika by using the natural aerodynamic shape of her body to help propel her through the water as she swam, and Kyle using his armor and a bit of heat from his body to make moving through fluid seem like moving through air. When they got close, Mika chose to act first with a light, swim-by flurry of a few punches, half of which Kyle dodged with ease as he countered with testing jabs of his own. Neither was making any real progress until Mika got in a lucky swipe across Kyle's chest... and received a small burn across her knuckles for her trouble. It startled her and made her flinch back quickly, but otherwise didn't harm her. She gave him a glaring smirk for the trick, to which Kyle returned while chuckling to himself. Their dance then intensified in speed, but not with much variation. Kyle was getting more and more licks in as he memorized Mika's swimming pattern... to the point where he caught the mouse by her tail, swung her around like a lasso a few times before tossing her to a wall of debris on the far side. She spun half a dozen times before she eventually recovered just before hitting the wall, but the humiliation had been achieved, she was clearly upset at being thrown like that. So she changed tactics.... using Ki, she ripped large chunks from the wall and started circling them around her as she swam. More chunks started popping in as a result of the wall shattering from this abuse, and these she flung at Kyle with her mind.

Kyle reacted quickly and instinctively by going 'super', and made to punch the incoming projectiles of instant loss on contact... they never touched him. A flame in the shape of a falcon erupted from each blow he threw, consuming the rocks completely before disappearing into the waters around them. He then went into 'ascended super' and used his inherent ice abilities to catch up with Mika and keep pace with her motions, releasing a meteor shower of punches and kicks for her to dodge or deflect, which she returned in kind, though this pace of fighting was causing her to panic a bit. She's never had to keep this kind of pace before and she knew it would not end well if she didn't wrap things up.

She tried using debris chunks to her advantage one more time, this time using much smaller pieces that would move faster and be harder to see. Kyle responded by powering up a third time...
"...Check it out.... dial it in..... AMP IT UP!" *Action man reference. ^_^*
He could see in detail all that lay before him as if it were in slow motion. He dispatched the debris with the methodical precision of a marine sniper on hyper speed steroids... then he got back in Mika's face, smiled and resumed where he left off.

...Her body had begun to freak out at this point, her brain needed air, and it needed it now! He was matching her blow for blow. She knew the time would come when she met someone she'd have to go all out on, she just didn't figure it would be this soon... she dashed back from her assailant, and brought her knees to her collar, her arms locked around them, and concentrated as fast as she could... then with a warcry that defied the surrounding water, she flung all her limbs outward, accepting the completeness of her power charge to all out max... before vanishing out right from all sight.
Kyle recognized what she was doing as the end game... and he embraced it by powering himself up a fourth time... to SSJ4. Then he too, vanished from sight. At this point all that could be seen were flashes where blows were being exchanged. They were arranged all over, completely ignoring any debris that happened to be there. This lasted for a few score of seconds, but before the song was even over... a winner had been determined by lack of oxygen....

Mika lay in the loser's platform, transported there by her harness after passing out... she was soaked with water and cuts that bled freely now that they were exposed to air. Two Dragi nurses were getting her on a gourney to take to the nearest vita-pod... 
She would awake knowing she failed, but excited that there were still opponents out there that could give her skills of avoidance that kind of challenge.

Kyle lay in a similar fashion on the winner's platform, he had powered down, but was still fighting to stay conscious. He looked up hoping to see Krystal among the crowd, knowing that she was proud of how he had restrained himself from doing what he was trained to do.

-VICTORY GOES TO KYLE ALEXANDER SHEPPARD!-

Dusk: "Hmn... still has much to learn if one of my weaker students can give him that much trouble, but I can see the progress he's made hence the day he promised to change."
Riankeo: "Let's hope I get to see that first hand later in the tournament...."
Dusk: "You'll have to make it past Krystal for that my mate."
Riankeo: "True... and that will also be quite the challenge."

Needless to say.... The dark one was quite impressed with Kyle's performance.

Ashanti: "Well, that was a load of shit..."
Ralton: "Why?"
Ashanti: "Oh please, like you just didn't saw what i did, that wasn't a fight, that was an humiliation."
Ralton: "Well, the information about him was clear, that man is Demigod, being a difficult opponent was something expected from him, still... there's something about him that i find it rather... 'overpowered'... (wonders) hmmm..."
Ashanti: "Like i give a rat's ass! He could even be god himself and i wouldn't even give a damn about it!"
Ralton: "I'm non-religious Ashanti, if you wish to discuss about gods, i'm not your man for that. Now... i have a feeling that i'm going to be part of the next few matches, will you be okay on your own Ashanti?"
Ashanti: "Sure Ralton, go on, i'll see you later."

Ralton leaves to prepare himself. As Ashanti watched her leader proceed to the mini platform to wait in the lobby for his match, an unknown voice from behind got her attention...

???: "My, that weapon is not something i've seen before. Is it something you made yourself Miss?"

The voice was male, but not deep. It belonged to a Dragi soldier who wasn't much taller than her, yet his eyes were fixated on what she used for combat. Ashanti looks at the soldier, showing no interest for him.

Ashanti: I enchanted my staff and whip by myself, but no it wasn't i who made them.
???: "I see, to enchant is also a long, tedious process. I've no doubt you're quite proud of them."
 
He pulls out what looks like a crudely made wand...

???: "Sadly, enchanting is still out of my expertise, but I can create everything an enchantment can be placed on.... things like this fire rod. Piece of crap, I know, but it was the first thing I've made that actually worked, so I keep it on me."

A small moment of reflection, then he puts the weapon away before continuing...

???: "My name is Raliegh ma'am, and I am looking forward to seeing what your staff and whip can do."
Ashanti: hmm, thanks... I'm Ashanti.
OoD.... The hidden tourney Ch.2
In collaberation with :iconhokins000: and :iconkyleshepard313: here is the second chapter. Enjoy mates ^_^
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Forwarding a plea for help from a good friend of mine over at Furaffinity.net

KJNightWolf

Okay guys.Here I am again.
I am not good at doing this type of thing but, here goes..

It would seem that my roommate that had been living with me a majority of the year has made the decision AS OF TODAY that we cannot make up the rent.Right when things get better with 2 job interviews and all of that this crap had to occur(Found out from him through a phone call from a random number)He has another place he NOW lives in and is paying that rent(which I was aware of but he was not fully moved out) so his way of avoiding paying the other half of this rent(Based on the sheer stupidity and randomness of this move) is to end the lease early.(we are on two separate leases.)The only way I could pay for this place is when we split the rent.)Since he has already placed his notice,(and the landlord being aware of my current inability to pay without him) They say I will have to place a notice myself(or be charged for the remaining months), BUT I WILL NOT HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE UNTIL AUGUST 30.(the original end of the lease) 
He is ignoring the fact I won't have a place while he is all fine and dandy and I am freaking out. Our rent was $525 a month and I used my money I saved from my final few weeks of work to pay this month. I thought that I could take up the slack by doing commissions but that was BEFORE he said he would not be able to.Even then commissions in itself is too slow even with completing them same day and I need to come up with the next 2 remaining months rent to show the landlord I can cover it in order to not be homeless from around July 1st-August 29 of this year.

I kinda wish I can get a stupid refund from greyhound(for AC) but I cannot given it was placed online October of last year back when I was financially stable. That could have helped a little. Room money and food money that would have been used for AC has been pooled in which leaves $890 remaining that I must have AROUND JUNE 20 (I can try talking to the landlord to give a few days extra should I not have it all by then. 

This was just "revealed" to me over lunch and I am already crying my fucking eyes out because had I known my roomate did not know crap about empathy or moving with people I would have never had him as a roomate.

Help guys. Anything can help. Please spread this as far as you can. please. it is the only way I can even remotely get this out there in such a short amount of time.

Paypal: 

Thank you all so much in advance for all of the help. I will be making updates on here every once in a while when progress is made.

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Personal Quote: Nothing good ever comes from staying with normal people, don't ever be normal.
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Jacobmurphy9031 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the+fav's!!!!!^^
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Kulcheck Featured By Owner 1 day ago
you're most welcome. ^_^
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Jacobmurphy9031 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
^v^
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Jacobmurphy9031 Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2015  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for adding my render to your collection!!!!=)
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Kulcheck Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2015
no problem. ^_^
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