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XXXX“Yo! Charlie! You coming to the big dorm bash tonight? Gonna come raid some panty drawers with us?” Called an over-eager friend, waggling his eyebrows at him.

XXXXCharlie gave a snort and shook his head, smiling apologetically while several people booed and groaned. Of course he wouldn’t go, that wasn’t his thing. Why get drunk in a dorm room with a bunch of people he was only sort of friends with, when he could go to a bar with his best mates and get drunk? That seemed more fun to him, but that wasn’t the only reason he declined. But they didn’t need to know that other reason. “When do I ever go to those things Ray?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Ray grumbled a little, mumbling on how he never went. “Well there you go, I‘ve got work anyway.” And with that, he turned and took his leave of the college campus, waving over his shoulder at the group of people who were still calling out to him, trying to convince him to come. Charlie ignored them and continued on, smiling in amusement all the while. Honestly, just because he was in college didn’t mean he was there to party. He was a Junior, nearly finished with his college education. After that he didn’t really have a clue what he wanted to do, especially with the constant threat of getting caught looming over his head. After all, if he was ever found to be part of the criminals causing so much trouble in little Stars Hollow, then he would probably never have a future. A small grimace settled in over his face as he clambered into his used dodge sports truck and started the engine. The thought of getting caught was enough to make him want to just split town. But of course, he never would. He wouldn’t abandon Jamie and Gus like that, never in a million years.

XXXXDriving out of the school parking lot, Charlie debated heading to his apartment to change clothes. He cast a quick glance down at himself and then shook his head. What was the point, his clothes were fine. Faded jeans that hugged him in all the right places, with a simple white shirt, covered by a light windbreaker. He was a simple guy who would rather dress nicely anywhere he went, instead of like half the college bums he knew. Though this wouldn’t be what most considered ‘nice’ but it was clean, and comfortable, so therefore it was ‘nice’ by Charlie’s standards. He tried to remember his schedule for today, frowning a little bit. He knew he didn’t have work today, that was just an excuse to get the others off his back. But he felt there was something else, thought he couldn’t for the life of him remember what. Suddenly his stomach gave a loud growl and Charlie blushed a little bit, realizing that was the thing he was supposed to do. He was supposed to get pizza. He normally did when he left to go to the warehouse. So he turned down a side street that put him out right in front of the local pizza parlor.

XXXXHe parked against the curb and hopped out, and waltzed inside, grinning when the cashier, Rachel looked up and laughed. “Well well, look what the cat dragged in.” She teased, already calling out the order he would give. He was a regular here, and he ordered the same thing every time. A large pepperoni and a large cheese pizza. Simple, and everyone ate it. “Oh, be nice. I could go and get Chinese food, and then you would lose your regular customer. Then where would you be?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter while he fished out the money and handed it over. “We have other regulars you know. You’re just the cutest one.” she stated. Charlie stuck his tongue out at the girl, who just smiled and waved him off. “Another boy’s night huh?” She asked, rolling his eyes at his nod. That was the story he gave her, and really, that was what it was. It was just a little more complicated. “Well, let me know when you want to add a girl to that boys night.” She muttered, handing the pizzas over to Charlie, who grinned and took the pizzas. “Of course, you’ll be the first to know.” He called, before leaving the parlor and getting back into his truck. He automatically began to steer his car towards the outskirts of town. It was where he normally went when he had free time, unless he just wasn’t in the mood, and even then he would probably go to the old warehouse. That was where they gathered anyway, Himself, Gus and Jamie. They relaxed there, partied there, and planned their next big heist there.

XXXXThe old warehouse was old, and big, big enough to house himself and his two friends comfortably if they actually wanted to live there. No one ever came out there, so it was perfect for their needs. It had been found out once though, and if anyone realized that, they’d be screwed, stuffed and mounted. But, they were careful, so no one had so far. As he drove down the highway, The large warehouse came into view, as well as a bright red Mazda sitting outside. He snorted and smiled, turning quickly to pull up beside it, honking the horn just for the hell of it. He clambered out, bringing his book bag with him while he made his way into the cold building. “Hey, Jamie! Where are you?” he called out, closing the heavy door behind him before walking deeper into the darkness. “I’ve got pizza, and…well, that’s it, but yeah.” he trailed off as his body was attacked with a bout of shivers. This was the thing he didn’t like about the Warehouse. It was always dark, and always cold. And Charlie didn’t handle the cold well, if anything he hated it. And this place was drafty as hell, not to mention damp. All in all, he sort of wished they could find some place else to do all of this, but whatever. This place served it’s needs. Besides, it wasn’t like they were living here.

OOC// Ugh, that was horrible. All over the place. Sorry for the craptacular post >.<

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XXXXOkay, why did it have to start raining now? When he had to walk to work, which while it was only two blocks away that was a long walk in the rain! He had no umbrella to keep him dry, only his sweatshirt over the café’s uniform to keep him somewhat dry. But it was pouring! The last thing he wanted was to get a cold so soon to finals. He’d be really screwed then. Aryan gave a small yelp of surprise when he stepped into an ankle deep puddle, thanking every deity up there that he’d decided to wear his thick black leather boots today and not his tennis shoes. He hopped a little, shaking the water off his boot before jogging towards the café. He shot a dark emerald eyed glare up towards the heavens, only to duck his head back down and catch himself as he nearly slipped. It wasn’t that Aryan hated the rain. He actually loved the sound, and the fresh earth smell before and after the rain, but he didn’t really like getting out in it. No, he just liked to watch the drips trickle down the large sliding glass door that lead to the balcony from his kitchen. From inside, where it was warm, and dry.

XXXXHe nearly cried out in relief when he saw the café, turning on a small burst of speed to make it inside before he could get anymore wet. That turned to be his undoing however, because when he went to turn towards the door, his foot slipped out from under him and he went down like a ton of bricks, sliding into the metal fence that surrounded the outdoor tables. Aryan sat there for a moment, and whined, testing out his ankles and wrists and neck to make sure nothing was sprained or broken, before shakily getting to his feet. He heard laughter and blood rushed up to his cheeks, ignoring the male standing outside with what he suspected to be tea as another wave of embarrassment swept over him. He hated having his more clumsy moments happen in front of people. “Stupid rain, stupid slick steps, stupid laughing people, stupid, stupid, stupid…” He muttered as he ducked inside, shedding his coat and slipping through the door behind the counter to put it away and don an apron. Well at least it hid the ugly wet mark on his right thigh, which would surely bruise. He shot an embarrassed glare at one of his co-workers, and quickly began to take orders, taking them back to the chef and then going back out with food and drinks to different tables

XXXXHe paused at one table, with a handsome man who had long purple hair and another male, younger, with a sketch pad. Aryan cocked his head. He didn’t see to many older men with purple hair. But he ignored it and smiled. “Hey, can I get you two anything else?” He asked.

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✄Charlie Nathaniel Devereaux

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❝Animal tamer? Me? Nah, I like to think of myself as a animal negotiator.❞

Harro!. You already know my real name, but no one ever uses that, most people just call me Charlie or Nathan, but I like Dev and Reaux too. I've been celebrating my birthday on september twenty-sixth for the past Twenty years. My mommy used to say I was her little prince charming, but I don't think she was ever ready for me to go chasing after those knights and the damsels. I think the formal name for that is Bisexual. All that technical stuff doesn't really matter though. What matters is that my heart keeps speeding up for the wicked witch.

Truth be told, people say I'm;;

Spunky:
✔ Some people would say that I’ve got an endless supply of energy, and they would be right. It’s almost as if I can take hits off of other peoples energy and it keeps me going through out the day. And at a carnival, energy is never in any shortage. Working with animals, you have to have some amount of courage. Though my ability gives me more confidence, than courage, but whatever. It takes courage to go up in front of hundreds of people and perform with animals that could very easily kill me if they felt like it. I’m very determined, I don’t like giving up when I feel I can accomplish something. Some might consider me stubborn, and in a way, I am.

Emotional:
✔ Now when I say emotional, I don’t mean that I burst out into tears whenever I feel a little sad. No, what I mean is that I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, thus it makes it very easy to read how I’m feeling. I’ve been told that my face is very expressive, and sometimes it is. I normally don’t hide what I’m feeling because if I do it bottles up and eventually comes out in a bad way. It’s just better to let your emotions flow naturally, than bottle it up. If I’m confused, you’ll know I’m confused. If I’m angry, you’ll know I’m angry. It’s that simple.

Nonconforming:
✔ I tend to do things my way. I have a set way of doing things that works for me. You can either accept it, or get all pissy and upset. It’s your choice. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a sweet person, I like to make people happy and I don’t like hurting other peoples feelings. But I’ve got odd quirks that people would consider strange, and I wear clothes that could be out of date and just weird looking. But that’s how I am, and I happen to like it. Other people do as well, some would even find my oddness refreshing! If I feel like dancing around in leggings and a really big shirt, I probably will! I’m kinda random, and hyper active, but you’ll eventually get used to my sudden change in topic or me suddenly wanting to go roll down some big grassy hill.

I think you should here a little bit about my life too. Here it goes:

I suppose the beginning is the best place to start. My family was as normal as normal could be. A perfect mother and father, with their two kids and the dog, little house with the white picket fence around the yard. We were considered normal, cookie cutter. Mom and dad liked normal, they didn’t like things they couldn’t understand, which most people don’t. Dad was a defense attorney, getting criminals off Scott free, and mom stayed at home. She gave birth to two children, me and my younger sister Emma, and we were supposed to be her perfect children. Her little angels that could do no wrong. Well, she got that with Emma, who was the perfect example of all things a good kid should be. Smart, obedient, and kind, never fussy and never rude. With me, I was the opposite. I was fussy, and didn’t like to listen, and while I was a nice child, I was very intelligent and picked up on words quickly. I was a wild child. Other parents just said that it came with being a boy, that eventually I would calm down. Thing is, I never really calmed down enough for their tastes. I just figured out when I could act out and when I couldn’t.

Now, obviously I wasn’t the perfect child my parents had hoped for. I think, after a while they grew to accept that, at least enough to stop trying to scold me every time I raised my voice, or started running through the isles at the grocery store. But I could never try and fool myself into thinking that I was normal, in any way, shape, or form. Even I, as a child, knew I was different. Like the fact that animals seemed so attracted to me, how calm they seemed. Like how I could hear them. They could talk to me, and I could talk back and they would understand perfectly. Even the birds, who had attention spans the size of flees. I loved talking to cats most of all. They were intelligent, and very affectionate with me when they realized I understood them. Needless to say I had problems with stray animals following me home. I was fifteen when my sister caught me talking to the family husky, Mac. And she’d been so rude about it as well, saying that I was dumb, talking to the dog like that. I’d told her that Mac’s name was not ‘dog’ and that he thought she was stupid. That got me grounded for a week. My parents found out through my sister, and at first they thought I was one of those kids who still had imaginary friends. But when they caught me talking to a stray cat that I’d snuck into my room, they got worried. I was already strange, they didn’t need something else going on with me. What would the neighbors think?!

Could you believe that they took me to a shrink? Personally, I never thought it was any of their business who or what I talked too. Other people my own age didn’t seem to find me interesting enough to talk to, so at least I was talking to someone. They discussed putting me on medication, or having weekly sessions with the psychologist, but they never did. However, they never left me alone with any animal, including our own dog. They figured that if they could keep me away from animals, I wouldn’t try and talk to them anymore. And for a while, I didn’t. It wasn’t worth trying to talk to them, only to have my parents get angry at me and then keep me cooped up in the house. That was when I was sixteen. I think for a little while I lost myself. I would stay up in my room, and ignore the birds that would gather outside my window if favor of loud music. I moved out of my parents house when I was eighteen, figuring it was for the best. I didn’t want to be around my parents suppressive nature any longer and just up and left. They didn’t agree with it, but helped me pay for my apartment anyway. I was grateful. I spent the majority of that year just getting myself back together. I actually got myself a cat, and yes before you ask I do talk to her. Her name’s Natasha and she’s very spoiled.

My college friends were the ones who told me about this carnival. I wasn’t interested in it at the time, preoccupying myself with college classes and work to pay for my apartment. But they managed to drag be out there for my birthday, and I think that was the start of my new life. The rides, of course, were awesome, so was the food and the booths. But my favorite part was the animals. Cats had become my favorite animals over the years, and so when I saw those gorgeous tigers and lions, I just about had a seizure. I’d never spoken with cats such as those. They were kept in their own tent, a little ways away from the others. They didn’t want some innocent bystander to wander in and get themselves hurt. But I, being the curious and insistent person I am, managed to sneak in. There was one white tigress, Anastasia, who had an attitude towards me. Now she was a regal feline and very much like a queen she thought of me as a ‘servant human’, come to feed her. But when I actually spoke back to her, she was shocked. I don’t think she liked me very much. There were two other tigers, that were her kittens, two rambunctious boys by the names of Raoul and Henry, who immediately took a liking to me. Now the lions on the other hand, were more wary of me. The Lionesses, Lara and Kira were protective of their two cubs Nero and Mira and the male was more curious. Reno was very lazy, and wasn’t impressed that I could talk to them and understand. He just didn’t want me to cause any of them any trouble.

I was pulled into the carnival world by Mr. Caldararu. When he realized the gift I had, he offered me the job of the animal tamer. I wasn’t really sure what to say, other than yes. When I thought back to my life before this, the monotony of it was startling. So I accepted. He explained the job to me, and then let me settle things. My apartment wasn’t needed any longer, and I dropped out of college -which was really the only thing I was disappointed about- and packed my bags and left with the carnival. It’s taken a while to get the felines used to me, and me used to them. But they’ll work with me -not for me, as they constantly remind me- as long as I treat them with respect and take care of them properly. I couldn’t ask for anything else, right now I think my life is pretty good. I’ve got good friends, and I’m in good company as many of the people here have gifts of their own, and I get to work with animals. Heck, I’ve even got a boyfriend now, which is totally new territory for me, but I like him a lot. I’m happy here.


That's it I think. Oh yeah! PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL knows just about everything about me, so if you're really curious you should ask them!

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&&xx» thelovelife xxPrince Charming, duh!

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I play with the big kitties.

There was nothing quite like wrestling with huge felines with razor sharp claws and teeth to get your blood pumping. Of course wrestling with felines that big had its risks, but it was certainly fun! But that was just a matter of opinion. Not all people thought like Charlie thought. It took a special person to deal with big cats like the two trying to tackle him, and Charlie was that type of person. He loved feeling the small gust of air buffer against him when they swiped playfully at him with their massive paws, or being able to dodge out of the way when the leapt at him. He even loved getting knocked over onto the ground and having them n** at his arms and legs. They treated him with kid gloves, completely aware that he didn’t have a thick pelt to protect him from their harder nibbles. Besides, Charlie knew what he was doing, he didn’t mind when they accidentally nicked him with a claw or a tooth. He was used to it by now. Hey, no one ever said he was sane. You had to be a little bit insane to want to be a animal tamer.

Laughter bubbled up from his throat as he was suddenly tackled from the side by Henry, the younger of the two Siberian tiger cubs. He playfully batted at the cats face and paws, rolling with him over the tent floor, rolling right into Raoul, who was trying to ignore them both. The feline hissed at him and quickly jumped out of the way, looking peeved. Charlie laughed at the cat’s expression, only to have a paw bat at his head. “Nyaa…come on Henry, let me get up…” He whined, trying to wiggle out from under the tiger. But I’m not finished playing yet! came the reply inside his head, followed by a not so menacing growl as the large body just settled down on top of him. The one thing the cubs had problems with was forgetting that he was much smaller than them, and thus couldn’t really take their full weight just laying on him. “Gah, Henry…can’t really breathe here…” Charlie muttered, wiggling a little bit to get the others attention. oops…The weight quickly lifted and Charlie sighed, sitting up on his knees. “Thanks!” He said cheerfully, stroking his fingers down over the white fur and dark gray stripes over Henry’s back, only to have his massive head rub against his cheek.

Leave the child be Henry…Scolded his mother, her tail twitching in what Charlie believed to be amusement, while she watched them with bright blue eyes. Of course, being the regal feline that she was, she would never admit to getting such amusement out of watching her two cubs wrestle about like that. And yes, Anastasia did consider Charlie one of her cubs. Over the year or so that he’d been there, he had managed to gain her respect by not only caring for them, but not treating them like foul beasts or monsters. No, Charlie had never been that way, especially not with these felines. He was fiercely protective of the lions and tigers he worked with, not to mention he had more respect for them than he did for a lot of humans. After all, they had to put up with putting on tricks and acts for people who didn’t really understand them, not to mention thought of them as just stupid wild animals that could kill you as soon as look at you.

Charlie gave a small smile at the tigress and stood to his feet, brushing hay and dust off of his hair and clothing. Raoul came trotting over to him from near the tent entrance, and sat down near his brother. He had to smile a bit. Had anyone else walked into the tent, they would have gotten quite a shock. Charlie, and only a few others were allowed to be around the animals, and only one other person was allowed to be around them while they were out and about, and that was Jasper. That was simply because the older male would come around sometimes and spend time with him while he was here. Charlie had long sense made an agreement with the felines about that. Jasper wasn’t a wrestle buddy, or anything like that, he was Charlie’s ‘companion’ and he wasn’t to be treated like a chew toy or anything like that. Of course he knew that Jasper could take care of himself, what with being a witch and all, but that didn’t stop him from being a little protective. No, the cubs would have to get Jaspers permission before they could leap all over him and treat him like an over grown chew toy.

Speaking of Jasper…Charlie grinned brightly. He’d go see him. There were still a few hours before they would go and perform, and he needed the felines rested up for that. He’d already played and let the lions stretch out earlier that day. Raoul rubbed against his side, before wandering back into the cage he shared with his brother. Your going to go see the other human aren’t you? He asked, opening his jaws in a large yawn while he crossed white and black paws. Raoul, along with the male lion Reno couldn’t understand why Charlie had Jasper as a ‘mate’ as they sometimes called him. Charlie never really tried to explain, and just left it at a simple ‘I like him.’ They didn’t question him. Henry let out a low whine of disappointment, obviously still wanting to play. He gave him a gentle nudge with his leg, and a gentle pat on the head and the large feline got up and followed his brother back into the cage.

“Oh don’t you flick your tail at me you over grown house cat.” He teased, shutting and locking the cage door behind the miffed feline. “You’ll get to get back out soon enough.” Henry just growled and turned his back to him, tail twitching. Charlie just laughed and grabbed his bag near the flap of the tent before taking his leave. Glancing down at his simple t-shirt and jeans, he debated changing. He doubted Jasper wanted to be around him when he smelt like cats…Yeah, I’ll change. He thought, doubling back to his trailer to change out of the ratty jeans and tank top into a dark peasant shirt with a large open neck that spanned his shoulders, revealing his collar bone and a bit of his shoulders. The ratty jeans were exchanged for skinny jeans, only to be covered by not-so-white knee high converse. Through many weeks and months of walking around in the dirt and mud and clay, they’d become an off red-ish white. He left his bag in the trailer, only grabbing his keys before leaving. It was best not to bring something like a bag into his boyfriends shop, not when he could easily knock something potentially dangerous over.

It was still a strange thing, knowing he had a boyfriend when he’d never actually shown interest in men before now. Jasper had been the first male he’d ever found attractive, and the first to be physically attracted to. He‘d developed somewhat of a crush on the older boy when he went and asked him for a luck spell for his first performance. Of course it was more than that, Charlie really liked being around Jasper. They clicked and meshed well together, even if this was his first time at dating a male. It was confusing as hell for him. It went against everything he’d ever known. It was strange to him to get all flustered around a boy when he was complemented, and to get a tingly sensation when they touched or held hands. It was just…new. Strange, but not in a bad way. Jasper had offered in the very beginning to take it slowly, that they could ease him into this. But Charlie had surprised them both and just went with them being together. Jasper was alright with that, and he was still careful about things, and he tried not to confuse him any more than he already did, which he was enormously grateful for.

He beamed when he caught sight of the ‘eerie’ tent, snickering as a few kids around his age peaked in and then quickly moved on. Honestly, what was so frightening about his boyfriends tent? Charlie also peaked inside, scanning for any sight of his boyfriend, before catching a hint of movement towards the back. He grinned and waltzed in, comfortable as could be surrounded by the magic amulets and spells and potions. “Jasper dear, are you purposely scaring your customers off?” He teased, leaning down to look over some of the newer items. “Or are you just hiding from your lovely siblings?” He asked, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Jasper often hid himself away in the back of his tent, trying to avoid his younger siblings. With the low lighting of the candles, and the shadows of the approaching night, no wonder people were scared away.

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What I see in the mirror

Our bodies touch, and the angels cry


.X. Jasper .X. [[Nathaniel]] .X. Devereaux .X.


I go by .X. Nathen and Dev, though most just call me Jasper .X.
I am [[ Seventeen ]] years old!
Uh hello, I am a .X. friggen boy! .X.
I still drool over the [[ handsome peoples with dangly bits]]
Yea, I am .X. Homosexual .X. got a problem with it?
If you must know, My story goes .X.Well I could launch myself into a story about how my mother beats me, and how my father drinks himself into a stupor every night, but somehow I don’t think that would entertain you nearly as much as my story. So I’ll tell you about my parents. My dad split shortly after mom gave birth to my little brother. Apparently he didn’t want to deal with the commitment of having a family, even though he had his eight year old son, me, already. I always thought it was a bit late for that, but whatever. It was his choice. Mom was upset, for a good while after he left. It’s understandable really. When you marry someone and bare their kids, only to have him up and split soon after, it hurts. She lost herself for a little while, but when she realized that she couldn’t spend her entire life in a depressed slump, she sucked it up and moved on. I of course had to step up and help, especially when it came to money stuff. When dad left, he took everything. Mom couldn’t work because of us -she refused to leave us with a sitter- for a while, and we basically had to live off child support. Till finally I was old enough to watch Anthony and mom could work.My little brother is very attached to me, he follows me everywhere and mom has dubbed him my ‘duckling’ because of it. I, strangely for a teenager, don’t mind all that much. I’m proud that Anthony trusts me so much. If it wasn’t obvious, I’m extremely protective of him.

She works two jobs now, and I do little odd jobs here and there when I can, errand jobs, after school work, stuff like that. Not something that takes up to much of my time, what with me still being in school and all. No, I mostly help out around the house. I actually cook most of the meals. You could say that I’ve grown up faster than your average kid, but I honestly don’t mind. I’m just more…mature, than other kids my age. Or so I like to think. I’m still a rather playful sort of person. I don’t think I’d be very pleased with myself if I turned out to be a ‘all work and no play’ sort of guy. I certainly take great pleasure if making others laugh, especially one specific person, though I won’t get into that right now. If anything, I’ve just matured a little bit, I know when to take things seriously and when I can get away with being childish. My child hood may have been cut a little short, but I still had one.

I never really dated through out school. I was never really sure about that whole aspect of my life. I figured out around the last couple years of middle school that I was attracted to guys, and not girls, which terrified me. For a little while I went into denial, and tried dating a couple girls, but I would quickly end it after the first week. Can you imagine how awkward it would be, coming out to your mother? I mean, I know guys have more trouble with their dad’s accepting their sexual interests. But dads are the ones who give you the sex talk. But, obviously, mine wasn’t around for that sort of thing, so my mom had to explain all of that to me. She was open about it, accepting. She told me it didn’t matter to her, so long as I was happy. After that it was easier to deal with, and eventually I accepted it. Now, high school was a totally different situation all together. I dated a few guys here and there, but they never lasted very long. It was a simple case of us just not clicking. Oh well.

School is still…well, school. Annoying teachers, stupid jocks, and boat loads of homework. Not much I can do about that. But my interest has turned to someone else. This boy, who is my opposite in every way…or at least financially. He’s rich, he’s popular and has tons of friends who basically kiss the ground he walks on. And there is me, who‘s basically on the bottom of the food chain with only a couple friends. Normally I wouldn’t even begin to think about approaching him. But…I don’t know. We’ve become friends somehow, but his parents hate me. Not just the disapproving sort of dislike, but they really hate me. We’re constantly trying to fend of this guy, Jafar, who his parents love. It’s insane, but I don’t mind… .X.
If there was one song that describes me it would be .X.Turn it on - Hawk Nelson.X.
Do you want more? [[ I get really bad migraines. and when I say 'bad', I mean cripplingly bad, to where it makes me sick and can sometimes hurt so much that I fall unconscious. ]]
Here is looking at you baby .X. Jasmine .X.
In the end [[ PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL ]] will be pulling my strings.

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I've seen enough now
to know that beautiful things
don't always stay that way...
I've done enough now
to know this beautiful place
isn't everything they say...
I heard that evil comes disguised
Like the city of angels
I'm walking towards the light !

Pics“Um…Is that all for today Ayden?”

PicsSaid male glanced up from the LCD screen of his Nikon D80 camera and smiled slightly as the young model plucked at the clingy lime green dress, obviously uncomfortable but trying to show it. He could also tell that she was impatient to leave, but she was trying to be nice. Ayden doubted she liked having to take her instructions from someone who was four years younger than he was. He gave a nod, and simply shook his head in amusement as she bounded off out of the studio, probably to change into normal clothing and leave to her social life. He didn’t blame her, the dress, while he was sure it would be all the rage in Paris, was positively hideous. Ayden appreciated darker colors, or softer pastels, after all subtly went a long way in his book. But that was just him. He was the photographer, not the stylist or the designer, it wasn’t his place to say. Or rather, he didn’t often offer up his opinion on the subject, for obvious reasons. Or maybe not so obvious, depending on the person you asked. It was rare not to know Ayden’s situation however, as the rumor mill tended to go a little crazy. After all, everyone remembered the kidnapping of the youngest Vaughan boy, and then having him suddenly reappear a month later, naked on his parents house front lawn. It wasn’t easy to forget, for obvious reasons. The one thing that remained a mystery, why, even now, five years after the incident occurred, he still hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. That was what puzzled people the most about the photographer.

PicsSetting about putting his camera’s away, taking the several different memory cards he’d separated and putting them into different cases -lest he mix them up…again…- and labeling them with a marker. The last time he didn’t mark them, he confused the cards and nearly deleted half the pictures. Ayden heard the messenger boy stumble into the studio before he saw him. After all, it wasn’t hard, what with the boy tripping over some cord that undoubtedly lead to expensive equipment of some sort and cursing sharply. The photographer didn’t look up, and just continued packing his things away until the boy spoke up, sounding awkward. “Uh, Ayden…Sir?” He looked up and cocked an eyebrow expectedly. Now normally, people would just assume his look was one that said ‘go ahead, what is it?’ But for some reason people around here seemed to think it meant something along the lines of ‘What the hell do you want?’ This boy was no different. He fidgeted nervously under the photographers gaze, and finally spoke up, stumbling over his words. “Um, there’s some guy- I mean, there’s a man to see you. He say’s it’s important.” Ayden’s eyebrows raised in amusement at the errand boy’s nervousness, but quickly finished packing his things up. Someone to see him? And it was ‘important’? Well that wasn’t so unusual really. He turned and nodded to the boy, meaning for him to lead the way. The errand boy blinked stupidly for a moment, before it clicked and he turned quickly on his heals, nearly tripping over his own feet. Rolling his eyes once more, Ayden followed after the boy through and then out the studio to the main foyer of the building he worked in.

PicsLarge and stylishly furnished, the studio lobby was definitely one of high class taste, and one that Ayden felt he could easily live in. Grey, white and deep blue paint made up the walls, with large blown up black and white photographs artistically placed around the room. Pure black leather arm chairs and couches, with large glass and platinum coffee tables made up the small seating area, looking out the glass windows at the street outside. The front desk was dark marble, flecked with colors to match the room’s décor. The designer had been going for clean and sleek, and personally Ayden loved it. He liked the simplicity of it. Ayden half expected this mysterious man to be seated out here, and was a little surprised to see he wasn’t. That alone said something. This man was either another photographer, one of the owners of the agency, or just had money to spend. Only those three types of people were lead to one of the meeting rooms, and Ayden wasn’t in any hurry to see either of them. He twitched when the errand boy’s voice caught him off guard, icy blue eyes darting over to the male. “I’m not really sure who this guy is, but he looks friggen loaded.” It was said mainly to himself, but Ayden heard it none the less and rolled his eyes. That wasn’t helpful. He knew and worked with people who were ‘loaded’ on a daily basis. They came to a halt outside one of the smaller meeting rooms, and Ayden didn’t wait for the boy to open to door for him, and walked in.

PicsMuch like the lobby, the conference rooms were simple, with plush black chairs surrounding a glass and platinum table that spanned the length of the room. The walls were a gray with two blown up black and whites on either side of the table. One was of a couple doing the tango, and another couple were silhouetted against the sunset. He wasn’t really sure what to expect of his visitor, but he certainly hadn’t been expecting some older gentleman in an Giorgio Armani black and gray pin striped suit. Obviously a man of money. He wasn’t…old, per say, just older, probably mid to late fifties. The lines in his face suggested that he was a happy man who liked to laugh, and the salt and pepper hair distinguished him. It actually fit on the pale face. He was standing in front of the couple doing the tango, hands clasped behind his back while he rocked a bit on his heals. The door eased closed, and the resounding click was what caught the mans attention. He looked up and a large smile spread across his wrinkled face and he turned to face him. “Ah! Young Mister Ayden Vaughan. Please! Have a seat, I have much to discuss with you.”

PicsWell…at least he’s cheerful…the boy thought as he made his way into a seat near the head of the table, setting his bag in the free chair next to his. his visitor had a seat as well and leaned back casually, seeming to study him for a long moment. “So you are the famous Ayden. Still not talking eh?” He asked with a laugh. Ayden attempted a small smile, though it came out more like a grimace. Why did people feel the need to make jokes about that? Was it to lighten the mood, and relax him? Well it certainly didn’t achieve that affect. Ayden rose an eyebrow as the guest looked him over again, as if he were sizing him up. Get on with it…I want to go home… He thought, and as if he could read those thoughts, the guest went on. “Well, as you are probably a very busy man, I shall get on with it.” The male smiled, despite his sudden business tone. “My name is Henry Macintosh, and I came here today to inquire about a job.” Frowning slightly, Ayden shifted in his seat. Something told him that this wasn’t one of his normal job offers. Normally, whenever someone asked him to do a private shoot, it was for the cover of a book, or some celebrities birthday party. This seemed far to serious to be a job of that nature. “I would like it very much if you would take some pictures of my employer. You see, I‘ve been under his employment for a long time, since he was young, and I‘ve grown fond of him.” Ah, so that’s what it was, a personal request. Ayden opened his mouth to show his protest, but the mysterious visitor quickly spoke up again. “Now I’ve already been told that you don’t do things like this, but I’ve gone through thousands of other photographers, but none of them have been able to take the right pictures!” The right pictures? What the hell does that mean? “I know this seems like and odd request, and that you probably think I should go to someone else. But, I was told that you would be the best person for this.”

PicsAyden was still for a moment. Who had told him that he would be the best person for this situation? He leaned forward a tad, to reach into one of his seat pockets and pull out a small spiral notebook that was badly crumpled and bent. It was obviously used quite a bit. Unfortunatly some people just weren’t able to understand his gestures, and forced him to write down what he was trying to say. He pulled the pen out from in between the coils, and quickly scribbled down a note. Once finished, he slid the spiral over for the man to read.


“What do you mean when you say
That the other photographers
Were unable to ‘take the right pictures?’”


PicsThe man’s expression seem to spasm, giving him a brief look of discomfort and panic, before it was swept back under the cool and calm façade. “Well, what I mean, is that all the others that took pictures…well, they were great photographers, but any picture they took came out blurry. And none of them could figure out why.” Blond brows furrowed and Ayden frowned. Blurry? Well that wasn’t so uncommon, even the best photographers had blurry photos every now and then. But for so many to have the same problem…that was strange. Any respectable photographer wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, not more than once. The blond quickly jotted down another note and slid it back to his guest.


“Did they all have the same camera?”


Pics “No. I couldn’t tell you what brands they were, but I distinctly remember them all having different cameras.” Hmm...so it cant be the camera, and they all wouldn’t make the same mistake, especially if they knew the photographer before them had problems. Photographers could be a competitive lot when they wanted to be. And if all the shots were blurry then it couldn‘t be the fault of the photographer. The equipment wasn‘t at fault either. It made him wonder if it had something to do with the subject, like he was moving subtly to cause the photos to come out blury. “So you see my dilemma?” Ayden nodded, still mulling over what could possibly cause such a problem. It was certainly odd, and intrigued him none the less, but… “Does that mean you’ll do it?” Another note was written up.


“I still don’t do this sort of thing…
What makes you think
I’ll do any better?”


PicsThe man quickly spoke up. “You were recommended by several of the other photographers. They said you’ve never had blurry pictures in your shoots. Perhaps not the correct angle, but not blurry. And I’ll pay you a substantial amount of money to do this. fifty-five thousand dollars to take thirty pictures of my employer.” Ayden blinked and slowly started to shake his head. He got that from doing fifteen photos in a fashion shoot. “Each.” the man quickly spoke up, seeing his hesitation. Ayden felt his eyes widen. Each?! This man has that sort of money?! Good lord… The man smiled confidently, obviously sure that he had won the fickle photographer over. “So will you? Thirty pictures of fifty-five thousand dollars per photo?” Ayden didn’t move for a while. He wasn’t used to such situations as this. People came in a begged him for a ten minute photo shoot with him, and here comes this man, wanting only thirty photo’s of his employer, who mysteriously couldn’t be properly photographed. And though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, he was intrigued. This was certainly unusual. Slowly, Ayden wrote out another note and slid it to this mysterious man.


“Alright. No guarantees though.
I’ll need full details of what you want,
Location and times.
The basics.”

[Something Very Sexual]

{ Jude Nathaniel Vaughan }

this is mostly based off of xx__CHASiNG cars ' profile skelleton. all rights to her!

✗✗✗ { that`s what my paper says }

✗ ✗ Jude or Nathan
✗ ✗ September twenty-sixth
✗ ✗ Nineteen
✗ ✗ All male
✗ ✗ Neither now, but I used to really like boys...
✗ ✗ Fully human

✗✗✗ { trust me, you got nothing on this }

✗ ✗ five foot seven
✗ ✗ One hundred and ten pounds
✗ ✗ Light brown
✗ ✗ Icy Blue

✗✗✗ { i`m not weird, just unique }

✗ ✗ Gentle
✗ ✗ Expressive
✗ ✗ Curious
✗ ✗ Skittish
✗ ✗ Melancholic

[Something Very Sexual]

✗✗✗XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDєvlαηd Rнys Lєαиdяє

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ❝Sleeping Beauty? ******** no, I need me some Prince Charming ❞

He was never speaking to his mother again. Ever. Or his step-father for that matter, seeing as it was his brilliant idea to send him here, though he didn‘t speak to him all that much anyway so whatever. But he was more upset at his mother for agreeing with the b*****d. She’d never really minded before if he was interested in boys, or at least, she never seemed like she was. But no, his step dad had to be a homophobic p***k and mom was too much of a softie to go against him, even when it came to her ‘only baby boy’. Just the mere thought of the conversation between the three of them made him restless with pent up anger. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. No, right now he was concerned about how he was going to keep the councilors out of the cabin he had locked himself and his room mate Theo in. Not to mention a way to see his boyfriend Ayden without getting separated even more from him. It would be difficult, but it would be even more difficult to go the entire duration of his stay in camp without seeing him. It wasn’t a pretty thought, and it pissed him off that the councilors wouldn’t even let them see one another during lunch or something like that. What right did they have to do that? He knew this camp was supposed to ‘un-gay’ them, but still…

It just pissed him off. He didn’t want to be here, and he knew that his boyfriend didn’t want to be here. All they wanted was to be left alone. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, maybe not in there eyes. Obviously other people thought it was wrong. Such as his step dad, Who thought it was some sort of disease that could be cured. The people at school, who were so obsessed with social standing that it was supposedly wrong for someone like Ayden, who was probably the most popular guy to walk the halls of their high school, to like someone like him, who was down near the bottom of the social ladder, not even high enough to get noticed or picked on by the jocks. Unfortunately, Devland was horrible at sports and pretty much a walking health hazard. He honestly didn’t care one way or the other. High school was just a bump in the road on the way to collage. The fact that he’d never been on of the popular guys never really bothered him. He had his group of friends and he was content. It wasn’t like he was going to be there much longer anyway. Besides, he could take great pleasure if that half the jocks wouldn’t go anywhere in life and would probably end up working in some fast food joint. It had been a bit of a surprise when Ayden actually took interest in him. He was gorgeous, and had people throwing themselves at him left and right. To be perfectly honest he‘d had a crush on the boy since he‘d come to the high school. It was the accent that attracted him at first. It was just plain sexy. Of course he never thought anything would come out of it, so when he realized that the other boy was actually watching him and not someone sitting near him, it had been a big shock, and even more of a shock when Ayden asked him out. Things had been great for a while, before everything came crashing down when their parents ganged up and sent them here…to their personal hell to turn them straight. Well, he’d show them.

Devland had taken up pacing back and forth through the small cabin, lightly tossing the outside doorknob from one hand to the other. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that it had ‘fallen’ off! They should fix up their cabins a bit, and maybe this sort of thing wouldn’t happen! He had managed to shimmy through the cabin window and take off the outside handle, making it very tough for the councilors to get inside. Of course Theodore and himself could leave at any time, but no one could get in, not unless they wanted to squeeze through the window or break down the door. Though…somehow…he wouldn’t put it past them. The only thing that could have made this situation perfect, was if Ayden had been in here with him, rather than Theodore. Not that there was anything wrong with Theo. He was just fine. Nice -or at least so far- and handsome to boot. He just wasn’t his boyfriend. Now if Ayden had been here with him, he doubted either of them would come back out until it was time for them to leave this hell hole. Now that was a nice thought if ever there was one. What wasn’t such a nice thought, was that there was another male sharing a cabin with his baby…That did not sit well with him at all. Now, Devland was no where near possessive, nor did he have the large jealous streak that his love did, but he still didn’t like the thought of another boy sleeping near him…Especially not in an anti-gay camp. It wasn’t hard to imagine what could possibly go on, considering that everyone was being kept away from their lovers or boyfriends. It made the little green monster inside him flare.

Yes, he would definitely have to find a way to get to Ayden.

It was going to drive him insane not seeing him…For a minute, he wished they were at the stupid camp activity, just to see the other boy. But when he remembered what they would be doing, some nonsense about learning to flirt with girls, he squashed that feeling. No he’d find a way to spend time with his boyfriend without the stupid camp counselors hovering around. Especially that creepy Aaron. That guy needed to be on medication, and locked away in a room someplace. Devland blinked a little, hearing Theo actually speak to him. There had been a silence in the cabin for a while, he was sure the other was ignoring him. Cocking his head to the side, Dev let a small impish grin fall over his lips and he shrugged. Of course he’d bullshit his way out of it. “Well, they’re gonna have a difficult time getting in, but when they do I’ll just say the nob on the outside fell off and some raccoon or something ran off with it.” He glanced down to the old knob in his hand and he snorted. “I’ll have to hide this…” He paused near the window and stood on tip toes to peak outside. The activity should be over by now…the counselors would be hounding them soon. Dev grimaced and pushed blond hair out of his face. Joy… “I’m actually a little surprised you agreed to be locked in here with me. I know it’s a rebellion thing, but wouldn’t you rather be rebelling with your boyfriend?” He asked, tilting his head curiously while he sat on the edge of the others bed. If he paced anymore, he’d wear a hole in the floor.

Honestly, he was happy for the company, even if it wasn‘t Ayden. Theodore was a pretty cool guy, or at least he was as far as he knew. He hadn‘t gone on a rampage or yelled at him or anything, so he was fine in Devland’s book. It had crossed his mind a while back during one of his more…pissy moments, that he and Theo could hook up while they were here. The possibility was there, but the will wasn’t. There was no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend had thought about the same thing as well. After all, it was convenient. They couldn’t be together, and there was going to be frustration on several levels, so why not? Ayden could have anyone he wanted, anyone would gladly be his boy toy for the duration of their stay. Devland could only hope that Ayden would find some way to get to him before he did anything like that. But, Devland wouldn’t cheat. He just wasn’t like that, he wasn‘t the type of guy that could casually make out with someone and then go back to his boyfriend. Well…hopefully he would feel that way the longer he stayed here without daily contact with his baby.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ❝ Prince John, at your service. ❞

[Something Very Sexual]

Leandre, Jude

Just Jude thanks

Eighteen

History

Personality

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[Something Very Sexual]

✗✗✗XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXJudє Nαтнαиιєl Vαugнαи

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX❝I heard that evil comes disguised.❞

He was never speaking to his mother again. Ever. Or his step-father for that matter, seeing as it was his brilliant idea to send him here, though he didn‘t speak to him all that much anyway so whatever. But he was more upset at his mother for agreeing with the b*****d. She’d never really minded before if he was interested in boys, or at least, she never seemed like she was. But no, his step dad had to be a homophobic p***k and mom was too much of a softie to go against him, even when it came to her ‘only baby boy’. Just the mere thought of the conversation between the three of them made him restless with pent up anger. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. No, right now he was concerned about how he was going to keep the councilors out of the cabin he had locked himself and his room mate Theo in. Not to mention a way to see his boyfriend Ayden without getting separated even more from him. It would be difficult, but it would be even more difficult to go the entire duration of his stay in camp without seeing him. It wasn’t a pretty thought, and it pissed him off that the councilors wouldn’t even let them see one another during lunch or something like that. What right did they have to do that? He knew this camp was supposed to ‘un-gay’ them, but still…

It just pissed him off. He didn’t want to be here, and he knew that his boyfriend didn’t want to be here. All they wanted was to be left alone. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, maybe not in there eyes. Obviously other people thought it was wrong. Such as his step dad, Who thought it was some sort of disease that could be cured. The people at school, who were so obsessed with social standing that it was supposedly wrong for someone like Ayden, who was probably the most popular guy to walk the halls of their high school, to like someone like him, who was down near the bottom of the social ladder, not even high enough to get noticed or picked on by the jocks. Unfortunately, Devland was horrible at sports and pretty much a walking health hazard. He honestly didn’t care one way or the other. High school was just a bump in the road on the way to collage. The fact that he’d never been on of the popular guys never really bothered him. He had his group of friends and he was content. It wasn’t like he was going to be there much longer anyway. Besides, he could take great pleasure if that half the jocks wouldn’t go anywhere in life and would probably end up working in some fast food joint. It had been a bit of a surprise when Ayden actually took interest in him. He was gorgeous, and had people throwing themselves at him left and right. To be perfectly honest he‘d had a crush on the boy since he‘d come to the high school. It was the accent that attracted him at first. It was just plain sexy. Of course he never thought anything would come out of it, so when he realized that the other boy was actually watching him and not someone sitting near him, it had been a big shock, and even more of a shock when Ayden asked him out. Things had been great for a while, before everything came crashing down when their parents ganged up and sent them here…to their personal hell to turn them straight. Well, he’d show them.

Devland had taken up pacing back and forth through the small cabin, lightly tossing the outside doorknob from one hand to the other. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that it had ‘fallen’ off! They should fix up their cabins a bit, and maybe this sort of thing wouldn’t happen! He had managed to shimmy through the cabin window and take off the outside handle, making it very tough for the councilors to get inside. Of course Theodore and himself could leave at any time, but no one could get in, not unless they wanted to squeeze through the window or break down the door. Though…somehow…he wouldn’t put it past them. The only thing that could have made this situation perfect, was if Ayden had been in here with him, rather than Theodore. Not that there was anything wrong with Theo. He was just fine. Nice -or at least so far- and handsome to boot. He just wasn’t his boyfriend. Now if Ayden had been here with him, he doubted either of them would come back out until it was time for them to leave this hell hole. Now that was a nice thought if ever there was one. What wasn’t such a nice thought, was that there was another male sharing a cabin with his baby…That did not sit well with him at all. Now, Devland was no where near possessive, nor did he have the large jealous streak that his love did, but he still didn’t like the thought of another boy sleeping near him…Especially not in an anti-gay camp. It wasn’t hard to imagine what could possibly go on, considering that everyone was being kept away from their lovers or boyfriends. It made the little green monster inside him flare.

Yes, he would definitely have to find a way to get to Ayden.

It was going to drive him insane not seeing him…For a minute, he wished they were at the stupid camp activity, just to see the other boy. But when he remembered what they would be doing, some nonsense about learning to flirt with girls, he squashed that feeling. No he’d find a way to spend time with his boyfriend without the stupid camp counselors hovering around. Especially that creepy Aaron. That guy needed to be on medication, and locked away in a room someplace. Devland blinked a little, hearing Theo actually speak to him. There had been a silence in the cabin for a while, he was sure the other was ignoring him. Cocking his head to the side, Dev let a small impish grin fall over his lips and he shrugged. Of course he’d bullshit his way out of it. “Well, they’re gonna have a difficult time getting in, but when they do I’ll just say the nob on the outside fell off and some raccoon or something ran off with it.” He glanced down to the old knob in his hand and he snorted. “I’ll have to hide this…” He paused near the window and stood on tip toes to peak outside. The activity should be over by now…the counselors would be hounding them soon. Dev grimaced and pushed blond hair out of his face. Joy… “I’m actually a little surprised you agreed to be locked in here with me. I know it’s a rebellion thing, but wouldn’t you rather be rebelling with your boyfriend?” He asked, tilting his head curiously while he sat on the edge of the others bed. If he paced anymore, he’d wear a hole in the floor.

Honestly, he was happy for the company, even if it wasn‘t Ayden. Theodore was a pretty cool guy, or at least he was as far as he knew. He hadn‘t gone on a rampage or yelled at him or anything, so he was fine in Devland’s book. It had crossed his mind a while back during one of his more…pissy moments, that he and Theo could hook up while they were here. The possibility was there, but the will wasn’t. There was no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend had thought about the same thing as well. After all, it was convenient. They couldn’t be together, and there was going to be frustration on several levels, so why not? Ayden could have anyone he wanted, anyone would gladly be his boy toy for the duration of their stay. Devland could only hope that Ayden would find some way to get to him before he did anything like that. But, Devland wouldn’t cheat. He just wasn’t like that, he wasn‘t the type of guy that could casually make out with someone and then go back to his boyfriend. Well…hopefully he would feel that way the longer he stayed here without daily contact with his baby.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ❝ Like the city of angels, I'm walking towards the light. ❞

[Something Very Sexual]

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PhotoJudє Nαтнαиιєl VαugнαиPhoto

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXi heard that evil comes disguised.

Pics“Um…Is that all for today Ayden?”

Said male glanced up from the LCD screen of his Nikon D80 camera and smiled slightly as the young model plucked at the clingy lime green dress, obviously uncomfortable but trying to show it. He could also tell that she was impatient to leave, but she was trying to be nice. Ayden doubted she liked having to take her instructions from someone who was four years younger than he was. He gave a nod, and simply shook his head in amusement as she bounded off out of the studio, probably to change into normal clothing and leave to her social life. He didn’t blame her, the dress, while he was sure it would be all the rage in Paris, was positively hideous. Ayden appreciated darker colors, or softer pastels, after all subtly went a long way in his book. But that was just him. He was the photographer, not the stylist or the designer, it wasn’t his place to say. Or rather, he didn’t often offer up his opinion on the subject, for obvious reasons. Or maybe not so obvious, depending on the person you asked. It was rare not to know Ayden’s situation however, as the rumor mill tended to go a little crazy. After all, everyone remembered the kidnapping of the youngest Vaughan boy, and then having him suddenly reappear a month later, naked on his parents house front lawn. It wasn’t easy to forget, for obvious reasons. The one thing that remained a mystery, why, even now, five years after the incident occurred, he still hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. That was what puzzled people the most about the photographer.

Setting about putting his camera’s away, taking the several different memory cards he’d separated and putting them into different cases -lest he mix them up…again…- and labeling them with a marker. The last time he didn’t mark them, he confused the cards and nearly deleted half the pictures. Ayden heard the messenger boy stumble into the studio before he saw him. After all, it wasn’t hard, what with the boy tripping over some cord that undoubtedly lead to expensive equipment of some sort and cursing sharply. The photographer didn’t look up, and just continued packing his things away until the boy spoke up, sounding awkward. “Uh, Ayden…Sir?” He looked up and cocked an eyebrow expectedly. Now normally, people would just assume his look was one that said ‘go ahead, what is it?’ But for some reason people around here seemed to think it meant something along the lines of ‘What the hell do you want?’ This boy was no different. He fidgeted nervously under the photographers gaze, and finally spoke up, stumbling over his words. “Um, there’s some guy- I mean, there’s a man to see you. He say’s it’s important.” Ayden’s eyebrows raised in amusement at the errand boy’s nervousness, but quickly finished packing his things up. Someone to see him? And it was ‘important’? Well that wasn’t so unusual really. He turned and nodded to the boy, meaning for him to lead the way. The errand boy blinked stupidly for a moment, before it clicked and he turned quickly on his heals, nearly tripping over his own feet. Rolling his eyes once more, Ayden followed after the boy through and then out the studio to the main foyer of the building he worked in.

Large and stylishly furnished, the studio lobby was definitely one of high class taste, and one that Ayden felt he could easily live in. Grey, white and deep blue paint made up the walls, with large blown up black and white photographs artistically placed around the room. Pure black leather arm chairs and couches, with large glass and platinum coffee tables made up the small seating area, looking out the glass windows at the street outside. The front desk was dark marble, flecked with colors to match the room’s décor. The designer had been going for clean and sleek, and personally Ayden loved it. He liked the simplicity of it. Ayden half expected this mysterious man to be seated out here, and was a little surprised to see he wasn’t. That alone said something. This man was either another photographer, one of the owners of the agency, or just had money to spend. Only those three types of people were lead to one of the meeting rooms, and Ayden wasn’t in any hurry to see either of them. He twitched when the errand boy’s voice caught him off guard, icy blue eyes darting over to the male. “I’m not really sure who this guy is, but he looks friggen loaded.” It was said mainly to himself, but Ayden heard it none the less and rolled his eyes. That wasn’t helpful. He knew and worked with people who were ‘loaded’ on a daily basis. They came to a halt outside one of the smaller meeting rooms, and Ayden didn’t wait for the boy to open to door for him, and walked in.

Much like the lobby, the conference rooms were simple, with plush black chairs surrounding a glass and platinum table that spanned the length of the room. The walls were a gray with two blown up black and whites on either side of the table. One was of a couple doing the tango, and another couple were silhouetted against the sunset. He wasn’t really sure what to expect of his visitor, but he certainly hadn’t been expecting some older gentleman in an Giorgio Armani black and gray pin striped suit. Obviously a man of money. He wasn’t…old, per say, just older, probably mid to late fifties. The lines in his face suggested that he was a happy man who liked to laugh, and the salt and pepper hair distinguished him. It actually fit on the pale face. He was standing in front of the couple doing the tango, hands clasped behind his back while he rocked a bit on his heals. The door eased closed, and the resounding click was what caught the mans attention. He looked up and a large smile spread across his wrinkled face and he turned to face him. “Ah! Young Mister Ayden Vaughan. Please! Have a seat, I have much to discuss with you.”

Well…at least he’s cheerful…the boy thought as he made his way into a seat near the head of the table, setting his bag in the free chair next to his. his visitor had a seat as well and leaned back casually, seeming to study him for a long moment. “So you are the famous Ayden. Still not talking eh?” He asked with a laugh. Ayden attempted a small smile, though it came out more like a grimace. Why did people feel the need to make jokes about that? Was it to lighten the mood, and relax him? Well it certainly didn’t achieve that affect. Ayden rose an eyebrow as the guest looked him over again, as if he were sizing him up. Get on with it…I want to go home… He thought, and as if he could read those thoughts, the guest went on. “Well, as you are probably a very busy man, I shall get on with it.” The male smiled, despite his sudden business tone. “My name is Henry Macintosh, and I came here today to inquire about a job.” Frowning slightly, Ayden shifted in his seat. Something told him that this wasn’t one of his normal job offers. Normally, whenever someone asked him to do a private shoot, it was for the cover of a book, or some celebrities birthday party. This seemed far to serious to be a job of that nature. “I would like it very much if you would take some pictures of my employer. You see, I‘ve been under his employment for a long time, since he was young, and I‘ve grown fond of him.” Ah, so that’s what it was, a personal request. Ayden opened his mouth to show his protest, but the mysterious visitor quickly spoke up again. “Now I’ve already been told that you don’t do things like this, but I’ve gone through thousands of other photographers, but none of them have been able to take the right pictures!” The right pictures? What the hell does that mean? “I know this seems like and odd request, and that you probably think I should go to someone else. But, I was told that you would be the best person for this.”

Ayden was still for a moment. Who had told him that he would be the best person for this situation? He leaned forward a tad, to reach into one of his seat pockets and pull out a small spiral notebook that was badly crumpled and bent. It was obviously used quite a bit. Unfortunatly some people just weren’t able to understand his gestures, and forced him to write down what he was trying to say. He pulled the pen out from in between the coils, and quickly scribbled down a note. Once finished, he slid the spiral over for the man to read.


“What do you mean when you say
That the other photographers
Were unable to ‘take the right pictures?’”


The man’s expression seem to spasm, giving him a brief look of discomfort and panic, before it was swept back under the cool and calm façade. “Well, what I mean, is that all the others that took pictures…well, they were great photographers, but any picture they took came out blurry. And none of them could figure out why.” Blond brows furrowed and Ayden frowned. Blurry? Well that wasn’t so uncommon, even the best photographers had blurry photos every now and then. But for so many to have the same problem…that was strange. Any respectable photographer wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, not more than once. The blond quickly jotted down another note and slid it back to his guest.


“Did they all have the same camera?”


“No. I couldn’t tell you what brands they were, but I distinctly remember them all having different cameras.” Hmm...so it cant be the camera, and they all wouldn’t make the same mistake, especially if they knew the photographer before them had problems. Photographers could be a competitive lot when they wanted to be. And if all the shots were blurry then it couldn‘t be the fault of the photographer. The equipment wasn‘t at fault either. It made him wonder if it had something to do with the subject, like he was moving subtly to cause the photos to come out blury. “So you see my dilemma?” Ayden nodded, still mulling over what could possibly cause such a problem. It was certainly odd, and intrigued him none the less, but… “Does that mean you’ll do it?” Another note was written up.


“I still don’t do this sort of thing…
What makes you think
I’ll do any better?”


The man quickly spoke up. “You were recommended by several of the other photographers. They said you’ve never had blurry pictures in your shoots. Perhaps not the correct angle, but not blurry. And I’ll pay you a substantial amount of money to do this. fifty-five thousand dollars to take thirty pictures of my employer.” Ayden blinked and slowly started to shake his head. He got that from doing fifteen photos in a fashion shoot. “Each.” the man quickly spoke up, seeing his hesitation. Ayden felt his eyes widen. Each?! This man has that sort of money?! Good lord… The man smiled confidently, obviously sure that he had won the fickle photographer over. “So will you? Thirty pictures of fifty-five thousand dollars per photo?” Ayden didn’t move for a while. He wasn’t used to such situations as this. People came in a begged him for a ten minute photo shoot with him, and here comes this man, wanting only thirty photo’s of his employer, who mysteriously couldn’t be properly photographed. And though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, he was intrigued. This was certainly unusual. Slowly, Ayden wrote out another note and slid it to this mysterious man.


“Alright. No guarantees though.
I’ll need full details of what you want,
Location and times.
The basics.”




❝ like the city of angels, i'm walking towards the light. ❞

[Something Very Sexual]

Celeb used: Alex Pettyfer

мy вιятн иαмє::

Beau D'anton Devereaux

вuт fяιєиds cαll мє ::

Beau or Dev

ι’vє вєєи αяσuиd тнιs lσиg::

eighteen years

σтнєяs sαy тнαт ι’м lιкє тнιs::

○ ●xxImpish
○ ●xxFriendly
○ ●xxHyper active
○ ●xxStubborn
○ ●xxCurious

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I was born near Paris, just on the outskirts of the city actually. It was a rough part of town but we were fine. My parents, Melinda and Colbey we honest people, though they took things far to seriously. Mom was originally from England, but came to Paris on vacation with friends. Dad owned a large ranch, and trained horses. Mum loved animals and that was actually how they met. Mom was taking ridding lessons and she actually fell off and Dad was the one that took her to the emergency room. After that I suppose you could call it a whirl wind romance, something straight out of the movies. Just a couple years after they got married, I came along! Go me! Anyway I was probably the worst when it came to actually minding people. I had the attention span of a ant, though I suppose that’s normal with children. I had a bad habit of wandering away from my mom, whenever we went to the park. Needless to say I got in trouble a lot as a kid. Our life was just fine, maybe not the best, but it certainly could have been worse…And it did get worse. A man who was just recently fired by my dad was still bitter about it and set fire to my dad’s barn, with both my parents trapped inside. After that, things just seemed to spiral out of control. Child cervices were always on my back, and I was on the run, hiding out with friends, or in abandoned buildings. I refused to go into child cervices, especially not when I was so close to turning eighteen. My career in street fighting started when I got into a fight with some guy who tried to mug me. I was approached by a man, Enrique, who said I should come and fight for him. My dad had taught me how to fight a long time ago, so it was like second nature to me. At first I didn’t understand, but when I met him down in an old abandoned part of Paris, in some run down old warehouse, I quickly realized that he meant underground fighting. I was reluctant at first. I knew how dirty things could get in these fights and I didn’t want to end up losing my life and leaving my brother alone for the rest of his life. But, when I found out that there was prize money, I quickly gave in and fought. And boy did I fight. People didn’t expect little old me to be able to put up much of a fight. But I did, and I won. I was ruthless. If my opponent would play dirty, so would I. For a little while I think I lost myself. I was throwing myself into every fight I could get into, even if the odds were stacked against me. But I kept winning, or at least till I accidentally killed someone. And it was an accident, really it was! Fighting and breaking a nose or two is one thing, but killing someone is something wholly different. The guy I was fighting against was twice my size and had a reputation of playing extremely dirty. He managed to toss me across the ring, but I managed to shove him into the wall. Now, what I hadn’t seen was the metal pole sticking out of the wall, until it had already impaled my opponent. It snapped me out of whatever spell I was under and I booked it. I was terrified that I could end up going to prison. It had been an accident! Then the man now known as ‘Boss’ found me one day, saying that he‘d gotten into contact with Enrique, and that he knew my little secret. He told me that If I worked for him, as a whore, he would keep my secret. So I agreed. And here I am.

тнє ρuρρєтєєя::

PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[Something Very Sexual]

Celeb used: Alex Pettyfer

мy вιятн иαмє::

Beau D'anton Devereaux

вuт fяιєиds cαll мє ::

Beau or Dev

ι’vє вєєи αяσuиd тнιs lσиg::

seventeen years

σтнєяs sαy тнαт ι’м lιкє тнιs::

○ ●xxTimid
○ ●xxExtremely quiet
○ ●xxGentle
○ ●xxEasily flustered
○ ●xxWary

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тнє ρuρρєтєєя::

PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL