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[Electric Symptom]

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Yeah, it's a one and one between Shenshi_rei and 44kate44
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[Shenshi_Rei]

F l y n n __"D y s i e"___ D y s o n _____XoXoX

Name's Flynn, of the Dyson variety- but you can call be Dysie. Everybody else does.

I suppose it would be polite to tell you a little about myself, before I completely dispense with the formalities. I'm nineteen years old; but, people have told me that the head on my shoulder goes between the ages of three and thirty, all at once. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I don't know, but it's certainly somewhat interesting. I'm taking a gap year currently- for reasons I don't really know- so my home is a run-down flat in a crappy neighbourhood on the bad side of town. It has its charms and pitfalls, but it's pretty much the best I can get on a HMV budget. I love my job though, as much as I love the music that's involved in it.

I have a brother who's three years younger than me who lives with mum back home. I miss them every day, but I'm not up for going home yet- I pretty much need some time to get my head straight. I see them though, when they're around. My brother's supposed to look like me; I personally don't think so, but I leave that up for debate.

I'm Vans obsessed, I'm going to Leeds Uni *hopefully* next year to study Engineering (by some absolute miracle) and I play guitar. I'm terrible at it, but when you get given a BC Rich Mockingbird by your folks for actually agreeing and getting into higher education; it's all you can do but try. I'm getting better though.

It's funny, really. You go your whole life, completely sure about something, and then reality falls down on you in ways you can't begin to imagine. I spent my whole life, until last year, sure I was straight- before everything changed and I fell in love with my best friend. He broke up with me a few months ago. You could say I was pretty devastated. I won't bore you with the details, though- lets just say we don't speak anymore.

Guess it would be nice to get a break, for a change.

Puppet Master: Shenshi_Rei

[Electric Symptom]

Hey there! The name's Andrew James Thompson! I am a boy, or so I've been told, and I'm loving the ladies & the lads, thank you very much! The last time I blew my candles out was 16th of July, which so happens to make me eighteen years young.

A life story? Alright...
As you may or may not have guessed, my family is originally from England hence the surname. But don't get me wrong, I've not always lived here. I was born in America, seventeen and a bit years ago, followed, eight years later, by my younger twin sisters, Sophie and Erin. We're a pretty regular family. Not much drama, not much excitement, apart from when I brought home my first boyfriend home, not too long ago.

Of course my parents were a little more than mortified when I introduce him as my boyfriend, and to be honest, I didn't expect anything otherwise. I don't suppose I really gave them all that much warning, therefore it was completely understandable. My mother said nothing, and my father simply turned around and headed back into the kitchen. I'm kinda glad they didn't talk to me about it there and then. I have to admit, they're considerate like that. Anyway, once he'd left, and I explained the situation to them, they were perfectly understanding, not totally excepting, but I guess you can't have everything!

But the waters hadn't settled just yet. Soon enough, we were on the rocks, and we eventually separated. At first I just thought to myself, that it was one of those things, and I'd be over it before I knew it. Sadly, I was mistaken. I guess you're first real crush really does leave a mark, as ever since, I've not been able to forget him. But I have forced myself to move on. No need to dwell on the past is there? Specially with everything else which shortly followed...

After an event involving a gun, and an asthma attack, my parents decided that maybe, America wasn't the safest place for kids my age. So when it came to the move over to England, I was made up. I could start fresh, and no-one would stare as I walked down the street, muttering about past events which I didn't need reminding about. I'd lived in an environment which simply made me paranoid, and I guess that trait hasn't left me, even if there's nothing to worry about in this new place. My parents tell me I'm become pretty jumpy.

Loving these:
ツ Photography
ツ Music
ツ Reading [[ Preferably comics ]]
ツ Friends
ツ Gigs

Not digging these:
☣ Balloons
☣ Ice
☣ Hypocrites
☣ Confined Spaces
☣ My own company

So in general...
Full name?: Andrew James Thompson
Hair color?: Blond
Eye color?: Blue
Tattoos?: Not thanks
Piercings?: Same again!
Favorite color?: Purple
Favorite animal?: Goldfish


My master is:


44kate44

[Shenshi_Rei]

F l y n n __"D y s i e"___ D y s o n ]_____XoXoX

It had been a long year for Dysie, since Geo had been gone. It had never been the same; every person he talked to seeming useless, every party he attended hollow and empty. He knew it was just the blues, but they'd hit him hard- so hard that it usually took a lot- if not too much- alcohol to drown them. It had been a huge transition for him; from class clown to 'openly-bisexual-turned-emo-kid'. He knew that, at the age he was; things were supposed to change- for better or worse simply just being opinions rather than reality. But, right now, he didn't like reality.

He took a swig of straight vodka from the little bottle he held in his hand and shuddered slightly. The taste was foul; the bitter acid burning his tongue and throat.

Why do I do this to myself? he asked himself furiously, feeling like scraping his tongue. In the end, it wasn't really curing anything; all it did was numb the feelings down like a kind of sour morphine. He hated himself for being weak; Geo wouldn't have been- in the 'old days', when things had been good, he'd have told him to get a grip on himself or on life, but preferably both. Geo had moved on; why hadn't he?

Dysie's friend 'Roach' had invited him to this place; some randomer's house party from the year below him. Roach was repeating the year because he thought his A levels had sucked- Dysie thought it was just because he wanted the benefits of being a repeat student. In the school they'd gone to together (before Dysie left) the general rule-of-thumb was that the repeat students were awed by the upper and lower sixth because of their I.D. benefits (leading to alcoholic nights without too many questions). So, naturally, Roach turned from 'retard' to 'socialite' according to their school's shallow social consensus (to the point of being annoying) in 0-60 seconds.

He wondered where he was. Dysie didn't exactly mind being alone, but people were crowding him and he was claustrophobic to a horrible degree. He waited for a few more minutes, but couldn't take it any more and left the room to go outside for a smoke.

The cool night air breathed over him slowly; cooling his unbearable warmth and calming him. His breaths were shallow and rapid; either his body was telling him to smoke, or he'd been hyperventilating. Either one wouldn't have surprised him and he didn't really care. He flicked out a drag from his packet of Marlboro Red, lit it and took a toke; the familiar, musky aroma making him almost groan with ecstasy. He wasn't a regular smoker, but he felt on the way to becoming one. Cancer causing or not, they calmed him like nothing else did.

[Electric Symptom]

a n d r e w ; j a m e s ; t h o m p s o n

"I'm spinning out of control,
Out of control!"

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xxxxxxAndrew had been in the bathroom for the majority of the party, hoping to God that his cousin, Rob, or Roach as he preferred to be called, hadn't noticed a severe lack of 'Andy' socializing the with English kids down stairs. The thing was, this whole scene was so... well, foreign. He wasn't used to the overly claustrophobic atmosphere which these English kids seemed to radiate downstairs. It was only when he heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by rattling of the handle, that Andrew was forced to leave the bathroom, and enter the hell hole which was some poor family's house. He dreaded to think what kind of state the place would be in when the holidaying parents returned. As if to answer his thought, a young girl, probably no older than fifteen, burst through the doors, her hands round her mouth. Falling to her knees by the toilet, she quickly disposed of any alcohol which had been poisoning her system, splashes of vomit making their way onto the tiled carpet floor. This was not Andy's idea of a 'good time'.

xxxxxxMaking his way down the stairs, images of the chaos which had ensued back in America flooded his mind, several figures making repeat appearances in the nightmares which haunted him when he was awake. After a bit of help, the flashes of past events had started to become less and less frequent, but after a month of discussion, the family had decided it was best for them to remove the boy from the place which was causing him so much mental torment. That was how he'd ended up here, and not too long ago either. His plane had touched down on British soil about seven hours ago, and already his father had forced him out with his cousin, asking Roach to show Andy, "a good time." However, it was obviously the two has clashing opinions on what a good time was.

xxxxxxNot feeling up to staying in the house for any length of time, Andrew pushed his way to the front door, apologizing needlessly to anyone who's foot he stepped on accidentally on his way. Soon enough, he was outside, but instead of the refreshing breath of fresh air he'd been hoping for, his lungs were filled with smoke, as he noticed a gang of kids with cancer sticks in their mouths, standing in the flowerbeds. Now Andrew had smoked his fair amount of cigarettes. They kept his hands busy when he was stressed out, and even when he was shaking with anger they managed to sooth him slightly. They were a of familiar smell, but something about them wasn't quite right. The whole experience for him was just making everything seem so absurd. He was sure that someone had slipped him something whilst he was in the house, because everything here just seemed so surreal.

xxxxxxSighing, he lent back against the wall of the house, allowing his legs to give gently underneath him, until he was sat, knees in front of him, under the windowsill. He just needed to take a breather for a second. He was here until Roach took him home, and seeing his cousin was drinking, he doubted the journey back to his parents would be a smooth one, if it ever happened. He was basically trapped unless someone miraculously knew the way back to his house, and could direct him. "b*****d..." he muttered, in an all to clear American accent.

[Shenshi_Rei]

F l y n n __"D y s i e"___ D y s o n _____XoXoX

Dysie's brain was melting; as if the f** he was smoking contained something that was making him high. He knew it was the alcohol influence and his mixed, uncomfortable emotions at that time; but he frankly couldn't be arsed thinking about the specifics. He took another swig of vodka quite stupidly before taking another toke; it was an extremely small wonder that it hadn't set his mouth alight. Not that he'd have cared, but it would have at least been exciting.

He shook his hair out of his face, pausing to greet some kid he knew who'd come out for the same reason he had. The kid nodded, looking off his head and ran off to the rest of the group; huddled in a corner of the garden in a group. Dysie was alone on the other side; his back resting against the wall of the house behind him. A high pitched giggle cut across his thoughts from a girl in the group, running around topless.

It's probably weed. He thought, grunting disapprovingly. It wasn't like he hadn't done it; but the majority of the girls in that group were about fourteen. Guess it wasn't his place to judge; after all- he was drowning himself in vodka and smokes. His tongue met the lip stud in the corner of his mouth; playing with it almost mindlessly.

"b*****d..."

Dysie jumped helplessly at the utterace; he thought he'd been alone. He looked around the garden to see who it was, but it was difficult to make anything out. The light cut across the garden from the kitchen to the group of kids smoking and fanned out for a couple of metres in both directions, but the rest of the garden was dark- murky even. His smoke mingled with theirs alond the garden dew; creating a faint, choking smog.

If he hadn't been so bored, he wouldn't have gone looking for trouble; but he was, quite frankly, in a foul mood. He wandered around the side of the house; his vision strobing. Dysie was about to wander out into the lawn, when he heard shuffling behind him. He turned round to see who it was; a hunched figure curled up against the wall. He frowned, striding closer to the figure; his vision slowly adjusting- the lad's blonde hair becoming visible.

"Who you calling a b*****d, matey?" He asked crossly, one eyebrow raised.

[Electric Symptom]

a n d r e w ; j a m e s ; t h o m p s o n

"I'm spinning out of control,
Out of control!"

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xxxxxx"Who you calling a b*****d, matey?"

xxxxxx"Roach of course..." he muttered to the voice he mistakenly assumed was coming from the back of his mind, rather than a rather angry looking boy standing to his side. "... and Dad... I mean, what the f...." his eyes wandered as he spoke, only to have them meet a pair of vans, with a thin film of mud layering their soles. Now aware that he wasn't talking to himself, Andy froze, simply allowing his eyes to wander up to the face of the boy who obviously thought he was either a nut case, or that he'd just insulted him. When he saw the expression on the others face, he lept up, not wanting to be attacked when he was already down and unable to defend himself. [********] He caught his head on the windowsill as he stood up, and instantly brought his hands to his grazed head instead of bringing them out to his front in an attempt to fight off any hostility the other might provide him with.

xxxxxx"I'm sorry, man. I was just talking to myself. I just wanted to leave, y'know? It's a bit hectic in their for me." he stuttered, stepping back slightly as he did. "I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just a bit claustrophobic for this British house parties." he added quickly, not giving himself time to think through what he'd just said. He was sure to get hit now, with his strong accent, and his stupid comment about the native house party. Swallowing hard, he brought one of his hands from his head, clenched and ready to block any oncoming attack. Maybe it had been true what his father had told him. Maybe he was far too jumpy for his own good.

[Shenshi_Rei]

F l y n n __"D y s i e"___ D y s o n _____XoXoX

[********]

Dysie couldn't help himself; he laughed. He knew it sounded really mean and it was unorthadox, considering he'd wandered over to quiz the lad- but it had been out of his control.

Who IS this guy? He thought to himself as he chuckled, Strong yank accent, clumsy, thinks Roach is a b*****d- I mean, is he an American, parallel dimension version of me?

The thought entertained him for a few moments; the blonde guy murmuring out some apology about British house parties making him claustophobic as he shook himself off. He looked into the guy's eyes and saw fear. Dysie wasn't really a violent person by nature at all; he felt pretty bad now that he'd spooked the guy, especially because, as far as he could understand, the guy was out here for pretty similar reasons to his own. It was a refreshing change, really.

Dysie stopped laughing and examined the blonde lad, feeling worse and worse about spooking him. He looked like he'd been through a feasible amount by the expression on his face- Dysie hoped he hadn't put his foot in it. He decided to act friendly to make up for his aggressive approach.

"S'okay man." He replied, flicking his half-finished cig away, "Sorry about being a t**t- my current mentality is poor at best at the moment. You hurt?"

Dysie immediately felt embarassed. He wanted to be nice, but come on- did he need to get all emotional on the guy? He guessed it couldn't hurt; after all, it wasn't as if he'd made the greatest first impression.

[Electric Symptom]

a n d r e w ; j a m e s ; t h o m p s o n

"I'm spinning out of control,
Out of control!"

✖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx α ň ∂ ყ

xxxxxxAndy lowered his hands, not entirely sure what was so funny about the current situation. Had he just over-reacted again? Or maybe the other guy was laughing at the fact that his accent was odd. Or maybe...? He shook the thought off, rubbing the spot where he'd caught his head in both an attempt to rub away the sting of pain he seemed to have obtained, whilst also trying to rub some kind of sane thought from his mind, which would explain everything. Unfortunately, neither action was proving effective, so he simply stopped, and listened to what the other said.

xxxxxx"Sorry about being a t**t- my current mentality is poor at best at the moment. You hurt?"

xxxxxxInstead of responding like any normal person, with a 'Oh, I'm fine.' or a 'Don't worry about it.' he simply allowed his mind to verbally vomit several phrases which at first made no sense, whilst he attempted to construct some kind of sentence.

xxxxxx"Who are you...?"

xxxxxxSure it wasn't the most tactful of replies, but it would have to do. Andy was tired, jet-lagged, and just a tiny bit terrified by the current situation. It was a wonder he'd managed to string together any kind of question. 'It could have been worse', he guessed, kicking himself mentally. 'I could have actually vomited on him..." His stomach seemed to tease him with a slight twinge even at the thought. For some reason, things we're really going his way today.

[Shenshi_Rei]

F l y n n __"D y s i e"___ D y s o n _____XoXoX

Dysie examined the lad for a couple of seconds before replying to the rather obscure question. He seemed to be okay; but he looked pretty ill, or tired- something like that. The poor kid seemed to barely be able to stand. Dysie smiled at the guy, looking away at his shoes; mud streaked from wandering about on the damp grass.

"I'm Flynn." He replied, playing with the chain on his wallet, "Hate it though- so call me Dysie."

The boy's expression still looked tense. Dysie laughed- perhaps a little too harshly to break the silence. He nearly coughed- and the last thing he needed to do right now was make an idiot of himself. At least, any more than he already had done. A cola can ran towards him in the breeze, which he kicked; sending it back into the darkness.

"Relax," Dysie continued, leaning against the wall to check out the guy, "I won't bite, I swear. Loving the accent by the way."

He hoped he hadn't sounded sarcastic; he hadn't meant to. The lad seemed alright, really- if not a bit tentative- but to be fair, he probably wasn't the only cause for that. Dysie thought he was kind of cute too, now that he could see him properly- if you went for the whole blonde thing. He considered asking the guy about what was up, but then he thought better of it- he didn't even know his name, for Christ's sake. He was about to reach into his pocket to light up again, but he thought better of that, too. Smoking was becoming more of a habit these days and it was one he didn't want to make regular.

"So," Dysie asked casually to break the awkward silence, "I'm guessing you're new around here?"

Well DONE, Flynn, Dysie thought to himself with a sigh, well done indeed.