This is the first and only successful online relationship Iâve ever played out that hasnât fallen flat and boring. I love love love that Tony was there through everything. They have some real problems and real success through their relationship that pushed them apart and brought them back together closer than before. I mean when you see these two together, its not this perfect relationship that they didnât have to fight for⌠I mean honestly these two have fought tooth and nail through everything that life throws at them, and still they are close friends even through the rough times when doubts draw them away from the other.Â
I mean seriously, if Emma were to ever call Tony and need something, truly need something, he would be there in an instant even if he was pissed at her⌠and she would do the same thing for him. I love just how real it is
{{ oh in an instant. Even if he had to drive all night to get there (during the times they aren’t in the same city) she is so very special to him. The first person he could really call his best friend. That he formed a life long bond with. }}
Part of a pair of orphaned twins, Anthony was moved around in foster homes. He eventually is adopted by the warden Woodridge of the local prison and his wife Maria. When his father died of a heart attack, Maria took her young son and moved to Canada. A workaholic in the blooming computer feild, his mom had a hard time bonding with her odd son despite her love of him. She always tried to support him the best she could but was at a lost more often than not.Â
At 10 Tony was diagnosed as autistic and Maria put him in several special schools and programs to help him bond better with the other children. While these mostly failed, he did form a strong bond with her brother-in-law and his family. Young Tony spent most of his free time with Tim and his family.Â
High School (14-18)
Tony struggled with school and could never keep up with his classes. Homework was too difficult despite his intelligence. He and his mother fought nearly daily over this. When left to his own creations, Tony was a scientific genius. Yet he was failing school.Â
To try and get her son to focus and realize just what he could accomplish, she started building MINION with him. An advanced computer helper to both work on his programming skills and assist him in daily functions her autistic son struggled with.Â
While MINION worked well, their fighting grew worse and at 16 Tony left home to live with Tim. Tony dropped out of school and lived in his uncleâs converted garage. During this time Tony started finding the joys of socialization online under the screen name âsyx_blueâ and met Emma. When fate brought Emma to his city, they became inseparable friends through all their ups and downs.
Young Adult (19-24)
Roommates with Emma for the first few years out of High School, Tony tried to repair his relationship with his mother and find a place for himself in the world.
When everything seemed to fall apart, frustrated and depressed, Tony wandered the states to visit his other family. He drifted from place to place doing odd jobs and often falling to crime schemes. Finally arrested for one of his crimes, his motherâs intervention got him community service with her stipulation of his going to college.
College (24-29)
Tony attends a robotics and programming school in New York. While at the school he finally meets his twin sister Belle.Â
{{ going to use this as an excuse to write a human!au drabble }}
The twins had been reconnecting. Tony still felt in a whirl that he even had a sister much less a twin that he hadnât seen since he was three. Having ended up going to the same college, and in many of the same engineering classes, the two had become fast friends. But that wasnât nearly good enough for Belle. She wanted to embrace this with both arms up and covered in glitter.Â
Which is how Tony ended up going to the karaoke bar with her on Friday night. It had taken quite a few drinks before Tony was even willing to set foot on the stage with Belle giggling madly and clinging to his arm in her own nervous self-consciousness. And of course she picked Time Warp. Rocky Horror was a favorite of his and he knew all the words by heart, so there went his excuse for mumbling the lines.
Laughing, Belle pressed her face into her twinâs back. Face strained, Tony hissed back, âThis was your idea. Sis.â
âYeah, yeah, yeah!â she bit her lip, bouncing, âIs it starting? Is it?â
Once the music began, Belle about shouted him deaf, âIt’s astounding! Time is fleeting! Madness takes its toll!â
Feeling like a fool, Tony tried to keep up. Presentation. If you acted like it was okay, people would believe it. He rushed as his lines came again, âIt’s so dreamy. Oh, fantasy free me. So you can’t see me. No not at all.â
Belle swung her hips, eyes nearly closed so she didnât have to see the crowd. The fact that it was a song to dance to, Tony was grateful for. He was a shit singer, they both were, but they could dance. They slid through the moves silkily all while Tony barely sang loud enough and Belle shouted every line.
When it was all over and they slipped off stage, Tony wrapped his hands around his beer like a lifeline, âWhy did you take Riff Raff?â
Belle snorted and flipped her curly blue hair, âYou’re clearly a Magenta. Embrace it, brother.â
Tony scowled at the sounds coming from the city outside of his small shop. Splicers and maniacs roaming and looting and who new what else. Andrew Ryanâs dream, what had drew the genius inventor to this wondrous world, was falling apart. Had fallen apart. Still⌠Tony wasnât one to let opportunity slip through his fingers. So many of his peers secrets were ripe for the taking now. So instead of flee or fight, the recluse did as he always had and stayed in the shadows.
His workshop was trapped and tricked out against any who might sneak in, the outside left a mess to deter people from thinking there were valuables still within. But within⌠Within, Tony had continued his lifeâs work, robotic creations and glowing and sparking weaponry. Music playing softly but with a deep and wild beat. He was so lost in his work he nearly missed the first warning sound of an intruderâŚ
Anthony (Tony) Woodridge was in over his head. He knew he was, but heâd stubbornly continued anyway. What choice was there now? Heâd already stolen the car. It wasnât like he could just return it now.
Heâd been moving a lot recently, dodging telling Emma the truth of what was going on. She was his best friend… only friend really… but she was getting her life together. College and an actual decent boyfriend this time. She didnât need him being a black hole. He failed at everything he touched… everything but being a âbad boyâ a punk and criminal. So fuck it. He couldnât get a proper job anyway. Emma had tried so hard to get him to see the future as bright, but it just wasnât. It couldnât be.
So now here he was. With a car heâd stolen. Heâd been proud of the theft, he didnât know why Uncle Frankie and Fast-Fingers made it sound so hard. Heâd disguised himself as a bellhop and just driven off with the gorgeous machine. It had been a dream working on it, switching out anything distinguishable, a new paint job and VIN numbers. Heâd tweaked up the engine while he was at it, he adored tinkering with the inner workings. It was like new.
This last bit, though, this was the part he was nervous about. Getting the cash from the buyer. Tony rubbed his hands on his slacks nervously, he was far more comfortable in a workerâs overalls or in his studded leather jacket than the awkwardly sized gray suit he now wore. The material chaffed and the tie strangled him. He yanked on it again and fidgetted with his phone. Double checking the email for the millionth time, yes this was the place, the time rapidly approaching. The car was behind him in its shiny glory, heâd driven it to the meeting but had planned ahead and tucked a bike to leave on nearby.Â
Just make the trade, get the cash, get home, win. It was simple! If he could just get his heart to stop racing. God, where was the guy already? He just needed to see that money, to know that this shit hell heâd been living in was about to end. Tonyâs foot tapped out a crescendo on the pavement as he checked the email one last time.
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