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I've seen enough now,
To know that beautiful things,
Don't always stay that way.
I heard that evil comes disguised.
Like a city of angels...
I'm walking towards the light!!

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PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL Represents
Fletcher Hyatt McKenny

But, that sucks, so, call me Hyatt or Fletcher is fine, thanks
Hey! I'm not that old! I'm only Seventeen
Wait a minute! I stand up when I pee.
Oh, c'mon! Can't you see I'm busy running after those...people of the masculine persuasion

Okay... I may need a therapist...
{personality, 1 paragraph please. Also, put this in first person!}

I'll give my hand for
{Likes, List them/Atleast 4}
If you put those in my face, I swear...
{Disklikes, List them/Atleast 4}
GET THEM AWAY!
{Fears, List them/Atleast 2}

My jam's on!
{theme song}
Sh! It's a secret!
But I happen to be human! Duh.

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Where as Roddy preferred to shove people out of the way, Dylan much preferred to just weave in-between them. Though, with Rodrigo shoving them out of the way, he didn’t have to do much other than stick close to his back and dodge a couple drunken gropes and step over any fallen dancers. He tightened his grip on the blonds hand when someone was shoved into him on his right, nearly knocking him into another person. He glanced down to their linked hands and then quickly away. To be honest…he rather liked holding the other boy’s hand. Not that he'd ever admit it outloud. But it was big with long fingers and it was warm around his own fingers. And if there was one thing Dylan liked a whole lot, It was feeling and being around warmth. Which was in no short supply in the middle of the throng of partiers, so he certainly didn’t have to worry about catching a chill here. He smiled as Rodrigo tugged him into the middle of the crowd, ignoring the people who were mere inches from him to focus on dancing, his head already filled with the lyrics, lulling his hips into a sway to match the tempo. He wasn’t given much time before he was turned and pulled back against a larger chest. Dylan flushed while Roddy circled his arms around his waist and moved behind him, forcing him to move along with him so they’d be in sync. His first instinct was to pull away. After all, it wasn’t as if dancing with Rodrigo was something he did on a daily basis, hell, he didn’t really dance with anybody. Well, anyone other than Charlie, and even they didn't dance this close. He just danced, and someone wound up dancing right in front or behind him. He didn’t consciously seek out a partner. But now he actually had one, and he didn’t mind, even if he was a little…surprised by the fact that his partner was Rodrigo.

He’d more or less relaxed when the other asked if he wanted a drink. At first, he barely heard him and it didn’t really click that the question was directed at him. Everyone was packed in so close, it could have been anyone asking anyone. But when Rodrigo’s arms disappeared from his waist, Dylan realized what was happening and went to protest. But the skater had already lost in the crowd. Sighing slightly in annoyance at the others disregard for his answer, Dylan started dancing once more, hips swaying and body moving accordingly while he sang the lyrics along with everyone else. He better not get me anything super strong…the last thing I need is to get drunk here, He thought, smile glued to his lips while he ignored the someone pressed up behind him, currently taking Rodrigo’s place. He blinked when he was suddenly turned and tugged into a random boy’s arms. He looked up to see red hair and green eyes and a sly smile on the boy’s face while he wrapped an arm around him. “Dance with me, sweet-stuff,” He said, swaying them both to the music. What’s with the guys tonight and the weird nickname things? Honestly, 'Sweet-stuff'? He wondered, giving a slightly strained smile. “Um…Actually-”

"Go find someone of you're own standard!" Suddenly the red head was being shoved away and a more familiar set of arms were back around his waist. The boy scowled, but moved on. Then there was a cup in his hands. He tilted his head so he could hear Rodrigo while he warily stared at the liquid. It looked like regular coke but…Dylan shot a embarrassed slash annoyed look over his shoulder when the boy nuzzled into his neck, sending goose pimples raising all over his skin and a small shiver to run down his spine. Without thinking about it, he took a gulp of the beverage, and nearly choked on it at the strongness of it. He coughed and looked at it incredulously. “What’s in it?!” He called, still coughing a bit from the slight burn from the alcohol obviously mixed into the drink. It didn’t taste….bad really, but it was super strong. He took another tentative sip, wrinkling his nose a bit. “If I get s**t faced drunk, I’m going to blame you and say you spiked my drink!” He threatened, pinching the others arm slightly. Not as hard enough to really hurt, but enough.


OOC:: meep, short! Sorry, I'm feeling kinda...blech, not so good >.<

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COLOR
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Jacquelyn

Peleope

Leandre

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QUOTE -may have multiple images-
Jacquelyn Penelope Leandre
Jacky, Lyn, or Penny are fine!
Sixteen
Little miss princess
Heterosexual, thank you.
The Daughter

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BIO
PERSONALITY

LIKES
DISLIKES
DREAMS
Thunder, Snakes, and Falling
SECRETS

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A small scar on the back of my ankle from where a glass cabinet fell on it and broke. There is also several on my hands, simply from stratching or cutting them on various items.
No, of course not!
Just my ears
I have a few red blotches on the bottom of my right foot forming a circle, and a little splotch on my right forearm.
THEME SONG
MISCLANIOUS

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Name:Jacquelyn Cartier
Hour 1: Drawing
Hour 2: Geometry
Hour 3: Creative Writing
Hour 4: Gym
Hour 5: Lunch
Hour 6: Dance
Hour 7: Astrology
Hour 8: Sociology
After School Activity: Art club

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As soon as she set the coffee on the desk it was snatched right back up in a pale long fingered hand. She had to hide an amused smile at that. She knew plenty of people who could easily be defined as ‘coffee addicts’, and this man seemed to fit the bill perfectly. He was probably horribly cranky without the added caffeine. Good thing I’ll be getting his coffee every morning then, isn’t it? She thought. His expression showed he was satisfied with the coffee she‘d brought him, which caused the small amount of tension inside her to relax and disappear. She didn’t reply to his thanks, and just smiled lightly. It probably would have been wasted on him anyway. He ignored her hand, which took her aback but didn’t particularly offend her and she sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back, seemingly relaxed in her current setting. With this man, Jacquelyn didn’t feel it would be a good idea to let him see her nerves, however few there were affecting her. It would probably be something akin to letting a dog smell your fear. Best to avoid that all together.

Jacquelyn kept quiet and let Mr. Sullivan eat a bit of his muffin. Best let him start the conversation. Cocking her head at the question, she had to grin a bit. “I don’t wish to be a secretary, Mr. Sullivan, I wish to be a photographer. But alas, the equipment for that profession doesn‘t pay for itself. I’m here solely for the paycheck that comes along with this job. And you would be right with that assumption. The thought of sitting or walking around, tending to someone else’s errands doesn’t exactly appeal to me. But like I said, I’m here for the paycheck, not enjoyment,” she stated bluntly. Honesty was her best policy, and she figured this man wouldn’t be impressed with flimsy lies that he’d probably see through anyway. Perhaps that was a bit shallow of her, to try for a job simply for the money. Especially in a profession that would probably aggravate her and make her restless more than anything. But, it wouldn’t be forever, just until she had the money she needed to buy her equipment, and then she could eventually quit. His next question had her shrugging. “I’ve been an assistant at a friends salon. Taking appointments, and keeping track of day to day activities and things like that. But no, I’ve never been a secretary for an important CEO, if that’s what you’re asking.” Again, she was honest. His tone had her eyes narrowing a bit, but she kept quiet until he’d finished. If there was one thing that irritated her about bosses, and men in general, was their supposed superiority. Jackie did not take well to others talking down to her. Red heads were known for their tempers, and Jacquelyn's was legendary.

His dismissal irritated her immensely, but she kept it behind a calm exterior. She shifted, leaning down and digging into the leather bag that substituted itself as a purse, and brought out two items. One, being a simple black planner with a pad of paper at the back of the planner, and two, a plain ball point pen. “Will these do?” She asked coolly, smiling pleasantly, holding both up for him to see. “If not, then I suppose I should take my leave, and save myself the embarrassment,” She said, stuffing both items back into her bag and standing. “After all, it would be much too difficult, for one as un-prepared as myself to be able to answer the phone and take down you’re appointments for you. Training for such things would be rather tiresome,” She said, tone dropping from cool to downright icy, before giving another pleasant smile and shouldering her bag, turning and heading for the door. “And really, what do you need me for? I’m sure someone such as yourself could handle those simple little things!” She called loftily over her shoulder, setting her hand on the knob before turning and flashing him a smile. “I’m sorry to have wasted your precious time, Mr. Sullivan. Good luck with your search,” She pulled the door open and exited the office in a whirl of red hair. She wouldn’t sit there and let him try and make her out to be some air-headed bimbo! The a**, how rude! No wonder he didn't have a secretary!

OOC:: I'm so sorry this took as long as it did -___- I was sorta lost on where to start. D: I hope this is okay.outfit!

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「 F O X 」
"A clever person turns great troubles into little ones and little ones into none at all."

IDENTITY: Todd Aydelotte.
NICKNAME: Todd or Aydel or even Fox is fine.
ROLE: Trapeze and aerial artist.
AGE: Do you really wish to know? lets just say he's nineteen.
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
POSITION: He's ever cared to find out. Though seke or uke would be most likely
ABILITY: Duplication! He can create up to fifteen other clones.
ETHNICITY: Half French human and half fox...
HAIR: Silver.
EYES: Depends. Most of the time, they're green. But when He's experiencing a surge of adrenalin or pleasure they turn a bright amber gold color.
ACCESSORIES: Just a small coin that he plays with constantly. It's his good luck charm.
PIERCINGS: Just a couple loops along his left ear.
TATTOOS: Not so much a tatoo as a birthmark, but there is a tribal design down his back to his tailbone that's a light silvery-blue color.
SCARS: No scars, thankfully.
CRUSH: Hmm...no crushes really.
COLORS: purple wine and green
THEME: song

o n c e xu p o nx ax m e r r y xt i m e

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t h e r ex l i v e d xax h a n d s o m e xp r i n c e.

insert personality here.

PREFERS:

→ Cheese cake!
→ Artic Foxes. Hah, who would have known?
→ Being around warm things. Warning, he is a cuddler.
→ Sun bathing
→ Entertaining others and making them happy.

REJECTS:

→ Loud noises
→ Loss of coordination and falling
→ Being tied or held down
→ Bitter things
→ Losing his eyesight or hearing.

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JAENETTEpenelopeDUNLEAVY
xoxoxoxoxoxomiss stuck in my sister's shadow

Jae-bird; Penny

seventeen ; september twenty-sixth

I hate that mister world in his hands won the ordeal and is now pack leader. I hate it. I don’t think anyone could be a better leader than my Dad. No one. I also hate that he chases my sister around. It’s obvious that she doesn’t want him. Besides, it’s not as if Scarlett needs more attention from the opposite sex….

I’m a big time music person. I sing all the time, well, mostly when I’m by myself. I hardly ever sing in front of people. Scarlett and Mom have heard me, other than that I don’t think anyone else has heard me. I’d like for others to hear me but…I don’t know.

Okay, so…I’ve got this thing for Mister devious trouble maker since, almost as long as I’ve known him. I don’t know why, he’s always in trouble for something or another. That, and he’s always been in love with my sister, but that has to stop since mister world in his hands has come into the picture. I just wish he’d notice me like he notices Scarlett...

dark brown and soft gray

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.

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This was a bad idea. It really was. Going to a club filled with pack mates normally was something Jaenette looked forward to, but not this time. Since the ordeal, she had stayed mostly out of anyone’s way and kept to herself. Too much stress set her on edge, and there had been plenty around the house since the whole fiasco concerning her sister and their new alpha went down a week ago. Scarlett had barricaded herself in her room since then and the alpha had been sniffing around the house, trying to see if he could get her to come out. That irritated Jae quite a bit. Honestly, he needed to leave her sister alone, since it was obvious she wasn’t interested. But, as Scar had won the bitches fight she was, technically, supposed to be his mate. Janette scrunched up her nose slightly at the thought. While she didn’t mind Scarlett being the alpha female of the pack, she just wished he wasn’t the alpha male. She would rather not be an alpha male at all. No one could measure up to her father when it came to being a leader, no one. In any case, the thought of going to the club had become increasingly unpleasant till she just flat out didn’t want to go. She should just stay here in her room and do something else. It wasn’t as if going to the club was mandatory or anything but…the whole pack would be going, it would be odd if she was the only one who didn’t show. So? she thought with a small pout as she glared at her closet full of clothes. It’s not as if they’d notice me there anyway, Jaenette frowned and turned away from her closet and stalked to her bathroom and closed the door sharply. Most would be to busy following her sister around to notice if she showed up or not. Well, her mother might notice if she didn’t show, but she’d probably be so busy chasing their new alpha around to really care…God, my family is so messed up, she thought with a shake of her head. She avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she stripped out of her clothing and started up a shower. She’d go to the club, and she would dance and hopefully be able to escape all the stress and craziness that normally followed her family.

Ten minutes later, Jaenette was out of the shower and drying off, taking her time. She wasn’t in any hurry to get to the club. She sang the song currently playing from her stereo softly, gently swaying along with the rhythm. One thing she always looked forward to at the club was the music. They constantly played good music, possibly not the music she would normally sing, but good music none the less. Aslyn’s song ‘Here’s to Believe’ came on and she sighed softly. She loved Aslyn’s music. “Listen close, and look as I stumble deeper and you will see, ‘Cuz you can hear under my breath when I hardly breathe, more than butterflies…” Her voice wasn’t harsh like some singers, or overly husky, just a soft crooning sound. She could certainly sing loud, and belt out a tune, though she rarely did. The only time she sang in earnest was when she was by herself. When she finally dried off completely, she pulled on her underwear and rummaged around her closet for some acceptable clothes. She couldn’t pull off the especially sexy clothes like her big sister could, so she would stick with something more her speed. Pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a oversized red blouse, she pulled them on, fastening a black belt around her waist over the shirt. She seriously considered wearing sneakers as well. She normally didn’t wear heals to the club, just because they’d kill her feet later. She reached for the converse.

But…Garrett will be there, her mind suddenly supplied, causing her gut to tighten like it always did whenever she thought about the older boy. Her hand hovered over the converse and slowly moved to a pair of black lace heals. Of course if Grey was going to be there, then she’d wear even the most uncomfortable heals. Just for him. Her cheeks warmed as she grabbed the heals and retreated to her bathroom to dry her hair. Stupid Garrett. Stupid Garrett for making her feel like she needed to dress up. Like she needed to prove she was just as good as her sister. Jaenette scowled as she ran her fingers through her drying hair and put on a small amount of makeup, just some black mascara and thin eyeliner and chap stick. It had always been that way, even when they were children growing up together. She would attach herself to her sisters side, hoping that she’d be able to spend time with Garrett. Unfortunately, he’d never seen her as anything other than than a little sister. Leaving the bathroom, she slid her feet into the heals she’d dug out of her closet. Reluctantly, she looked herself over the floor length mirror attached to the back of her bathroom door. She had gotten more of her fathers looks, instead of her mothers like Scarlett. She wasn’t especially tall, well, by loup-garou standards she wasn’t very tall. She was lithe and willowy in limbs and torso, which made her a fast runner and more agile. She wasn’t as curvy as her sister, but enough so she wasn’t flat as board or had no hips. Obviously it wasn’t enough to capture Gray’s attention. Jaenette shook her head and left her room, grabbing her wallet out of her purse and stuffed it into her back pocket and headed for the club. She wouldn’t think such things. Grey was just oblivious to the fact that she was just as good looking as her sister, and just as capable and strong.

Once she made it to the club, Jaenette slid inside, giving a small wave to the bouncer as she passed. As usual, the club was full of people, loup-garou and human alike. She could spot her own kind easily in the crowd. She meandered closer to the bar and out of the way, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face. Was he here yet? Was he dancing? Or maybe he’d come and gone already. She nibbled her lip and sat at an empty bar stool and simply people watched. It was a fun pass time of hers, and she always managed to spot the weirdest or most interesting people. Speaking of interesting people…Jaenette spotted Grey out in the crowd of dancers, and he wasn’t alone either. Scarlett was with him, dancing in a sensual manner. Again, her gut twisted violently and she had to look away. As much as she loved her sister, she sometimes wished she would realize how much she liked Grey. They were over, surely they should be keeping a friendly distance from one another? Jae had at one time gotten so close to telling Scarlett about what she felt for her ex, but bit her tongue. It wouldn’t do her any good anyway. Even if Scar realized her feelings, Grey would still be hooked on her older sister. Jaenette realized suddenly that she’d been staring and quickly turned away from the scene. Yeah, coming was a bad idea…

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There was a drop dead sexy boy, whom he hardly knew anything about other than his name and the fact that he liked Chinese food, inside his house. At this point, Colbey wasn’t sure what to think, wasn’t sure if he should be jumping with joy, or absolutely terrified, all things considered. While Gavin had given him a sufficient explanation as to how he’d found him –which had gotten a laugh out of him. Poor guy, having to put up with the third degree just to figure out where he lived. Daniel only acted that way because he had a younger brother that was Colbey's age– and he hadn’t done anything suspicious to warrant any real concern, there was a small part inside himself that told him to be careful. That there was just something about the other boy that was…primal, almost. Something very predator like that set him on edge, no matter how much he reasoned with himself that he was just over thinking things. For now, he would content himself by just being aware of the boy. If he did anything that could possible be a threat, he’d be out of the apartment faster than he could blink. At least here, he would have the advantage, should anything happen. Not that there were any secret passages or little nooks that he could hide in that Gavin couldn’t easily find, but still. Plus, he was more comfortable here, and hopefully Gavin would be as well. I wonder if he has lots of experience in upscale settings like that, He couldn’t help but wonder.

Gavin gave off the air of having the ability to shine in whatever situation you put him in. A quality Colbey could only dream of having. He seemed confidant enough that a lavish restaurant like La Maisonette wouldn’t faze him in the least. And really, with his debonair charm, manners and thoughtfulness, it wouldn’t come as a surprise. Colbey, on the other hand would try to glue himself to a wall and try to be invisible. Things like that…weren’t his style, though not for want of trying. He was more at home in a Jack ’n the Box or a Burger King, sadly enough and was positive that if he were to step foot in a high end restaurant like the one Gavin had suggested, they’d throw him right back out. A lack of confidence on his part, maybe. Oh well. Colbey was just glad that Gavin hadn’t been put off by his rejection, and instead had come up with a, in Cole’s opinion, much better option. He gave a smile at the boy’s thanks and sniggered a bit. “I do too. But sometimes my roommate can make things a little too lively in here,” He stated “I swear, sometimes it looks like a tornado of food, dirty laundry and beer cans hit. Thankfully, you’ve caught our home on a good day.” Cole nodded at the request and dug out a glass and filled it with water, grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper for himself, before handing the glass over to his guest. Well, at least he doesn’t drink! He thought cheerfully. Though he found it a bit odd the other didn’t drink soda. Cole was a bit of a soda addict, so the thought of not being able to drink it mildly horrified him.

He never noticed the others gaze as it tracked him around the room, but he did notice the slightly distant look in Gavin’s eyes when he asked him a question about the Chinese food. Colbey cocked his head curiously to the side and leaned against the counter on his elbows. What could distract the other like that, he wondered. He did get an answer for his question though, and smiled brightly when he recognized the place the other mentioned. He made it a point to frequent the place as much as his rather dismal budget could allow. “Dragon Palace is wonderful! They have the best General Tso’s chicken around.” His stomach made itself known and Cole couldn’t fight the rush of blood in his cheeks, which darkened even more at the boy’s laughter. Which sounds really nice, He thought, sheepishly brushing dirty blond strands back out of his eyes. The smell from the food was overwhelming and his stomach growled again when a box was pushed over to him. A pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he pried the box open and had to rein in a small squeal of delight. He loved Chinese food. Like Gavin he was quick to tuck into his food, and gave a low groan at the taste of his noodles as they hit his taste buds. “Mmm…you have great taste, Gavin,” He complemented, attempting to get an acceptable sized bite with his chopsticks while he licked his lips again.

The conversation progressed from there with an ease that shocked him. Any sense of wariness he felt around Gavin was extinguished as the covered topics such as work and family over food. That had been an interesting experience. Colbey found out that Gavin didn’t work, or rather, he’d said he didn’t need to. Which lead Cole to assume he was wealthy, independently or due to family, he wasn’t entirely sure. Gavin had found out that Cole’s parents lived several states away, and that they didn’t really talk much. That had been slightly awkward on Cole’s part, as he left out some key details that he felt weren’t entirely necessary at this point. Those would come later, should they come together again after tonight. After all the food had been eaten they wound up on the couch, and, much to his delight, managed to scoot closer to one another as their topics grew more intimate. Close enough for the older boy to skim his fingertips along his cheek as the subject of previous relationships came up, forcing goose pimples to pop up all over his body. Normally, he wouldn’t ask something like that. It really wasn’t any of his business who all Gavin had been with before him. And yet, the question had come out of his mouth before he could stop it, leading to an obviously awkward explanation on Gavin‘s half that made him regret asking in the first place. He didn’t pry much after that, just simply accepted the others answers with a silent nod and a smile. He could understand about not being ready for relationships, or wanting to find someone that had that certain thing that just drew you in like nothing else. As a sort of apology, he’d disclosed that he’d been in very few relationships, mainly because he'd never found someone who connected.

Before he even realized it, Colbey found himself curled into Gavins side and cuddled up to him like his guest was a big body pillow. He wasn’t complaining in the least and relished the contact with Gavin. The others touch lulled him in a strange but not uncomfortable sort of way, and he couldn’t have resisted the kiss if he wanted to. He tilted his head and shuddered at the contact, applying tentative pressure. Goose-bumps appeared all over his skin and his cheeks warmed while his heart pounded out an excitable rhythm inside his chest. He had to force himself not to follow after those cool, smooth lips as they pulled away. There was something entirely addicting about those lips, something he was determined to taste. He itched to bring their lips back together again, causing Colbey to gently shake his head at the apology. “I didn’t mind at all,” He replied softly, a silly sort of smile curling the corners of his lips while the others long fingers brushed hair out of his eyes. Oh no, he didn’t mind, quite the opposite actually. Cole blinked curiously at the comment. Tempting? Him? Was he really? Those addicting lips were back before he noticed the other move, causing him to expel a small gasp as they trailed over the sensitive skin of his neck. While a shudder ran through him, he vaguely felt his eyes slide close and his head tilt to give the other more room as a sort of pleasant fog settled in over his brain.

Colbey felt teeth rasp over his neck, pulling a sigh from his lips before there was a twinge of…something sharp, and then Gavin shot away from him like he’d been electrocuted. That broke the haze and he blinked rapidly, spotting the other boy standing on the other side of the couch. Colbey slowly shook his head, wanting to reassure the other he was fine, that he hadn’t been hurt. But the frantic way Gavin was talking confused him. He’d only bit his neck, it wasn’t as if he was bleeding or anything. He reached up and brushed the still tingling spot where the boy’s lips had been, and blinked when he felt something wet. He pulled his fingers away and spotted a small dot of red. Blood. His eyes widened and he looked up at the other as he backed even farther away from him, wide eyes locked on his equally wide blue ones. Had he really bitten him hard enough to draw blood? He‘d barely felt it... “Gavin…” He started, standing while he wiped his hand on the back of his jeans, he tentatively followed the backtracking boy. “Gavin, really, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me, I promise!” He stated, reaching up to touch the spot, pulling his hand away to see an even smaller amount of blood there. “See? It’s already stopping, it was just an accident.” He reasoned, standing in front of the boy and gently touching the dark strands on the others bowed head. He frowned at the boys words, both confused and worried at the same time. That feeling from before, that he should be careful with the boy in front of him came back with a sudden vengeance. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he rolled his shoulders a bit to get rid of the feeling. Now was not the time. What had the other so freaked out? Not just a little sorry, but truly scared that he'd hurt him. He reached forward to gently try and pry the boy’s hands away from his head. “What’s hard to explain, Gavin? I promise you didn’t hurt me, I swear. It’s okay,” he insisted, petting the boys hair while he tried to pull the other back towards where they‘d been just moments ago, accidentally bumping into the back of the couch. “It’s just a tiny bit of blood. Just a little, see?” He asked, briefly touching his neck and holding his hand out for the others inspection, showing the tiny smear on his finger.



OOC::Whee! a post!
awwwr, poor Gavin! you can bite me any time :D
and of course, silly Colbey is just making it worse XDDDD



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ᘚ I’m not picky, you can call me
ᘚ nicknames

ᘚ I just so happen to be a
ᘚ gender

ᘚ I've been around for so long, I'm not stopping now!
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ᘚ Which is shocking, all things considered...
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ᘚ But thats okay, becuase the person who holds my heart makes it okay.
ᘚ crush/boyfriend

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Hey! This is Name here!
I’m age, and I just so happen to be a gender, thank you very much!
What people don’t really know is that I’m also role.
My heart races for boyfriend/love interest, so I suppose that makes me sexuality.
Don’t like it, PISS OFF!

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Focus. Focus on Donnies words. That’s what Skylark tried to do while the other situated himself behind him with the medical supplies. Don’t focus on the pain, or how disturbing all of this probably was to Donnie. How gruesome his back must look to the boy. He shakily nodded and gave soft hitching hums in response to the boy’s words, and even gave a small barely there smile while he tended to his back as gently as he could. Gentle or not, the whole process was…unpleasant. But he was desperately trying to think of other things. Like moving in together. Yes, a little cluster ******** of love sounded…rather wonderful right about now. Apartment shopping, getting his things packed up and out of his house…it made everything sound so final. It wasn’t something he could really wrap his head around at the moment, but just hearing Donnie talk about it reassured him. Reassured him that he was still wanted, even after all the drama and crap that had gone down today. The fact that the other still wanted to live with him after all of this amazed him. He’d been sure Donnie would want to wait or call off their plans to move in together after he found out about the abuse. After all, Sky had basically lied to him for…well, ever since the abuse started, surely he had to be angry over that, at least? He had expected him to be angry about it, angry that he had left him out and never told him about what was going on until the last second. Sky supposed it was just because the boy was tending to him at the moment. He highly suspected they would have a serious talk after he wasn’t bleeding all over the place…Donnie was still talking about moving in together. Talking about more pleasant things that helped with the pain. “Y-yeah…it s-sounds really nice…” He murmured, closing his eyes as a warm hand gently gripped his hip and gave a comforting squeeze, causing goose bumps to explode over his cool flesh. “W-we could have…one of those really soft f-fluffy comforters…the big poofy ones. And lots of big pillows…” Sky whispered, just enjoying the thought of having a bed like that. One he would share with Donnie.

He whimpered softly as he pushed himself away from the commode a bit so the other could wrap the bandages a little easier around him, gripping the sides tightly. "…because I’ll always be there to take care of you.” Skylark harshly bit the inside of his cheek while fingers tousled his hair. He didn’t want that. While he was thankful that Donnie was going to be there for him, he didn’t want the other to feel like he needed to take care of him, like he needed to protect him. He should be able to protect himself! That was the whole problem with this whole stupid situation. Sky hated the fact that he was weak enough that he couldn’t defend himself against his own father. That he was to scared to speak up and call the cops, or find a way to make the abuse stop. And now…I don’t want Donnie to feel obligated to protect me…He thought sadly, shuddering suddenly as a damp thumb rubbed over his neck. He flushed a bit. Even now, it was still sensitive to the touch. He sat still, silently thanking whatever god that was supposed to be looking out for him that the worst part was over. Soon enough, there were smaller bandages and band aids all over his skin, covering the smaller scrapes and bumps that weren’t as important. Then, Skylark was babbling and wobbling into the bedroom on shaky legs and sore knees, apologizing for ruining their graduation, for having all of the drama go down in front of him…for being weak and powerless. He could hear the boy follow him, even see him as he curled up on the edge of his bed, tugging his knees up to his chest as if to cover his nearly naked form and hide himself. Warm hands settled on his shins and Sky relished the contact. He needed to feel Donnie touching him. Anything. Holding his hand, running his fingers through his hair, just something to let him know the other was still there, that he hadn’t left him.

Those horrible…scary, dark words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Skylark didn’t want the love of his life to know he’d wanted his own dad dead. He didn’t want Donnie to know he thought, felt and wanted such things. He could hear the boy gulp and he bit his lip, shivering uncontrollably under Donnie’s hands. Those hands were moving, sliding up his legs and over his arms to his face, leaving a warm, tingling trail in their wake. He closed dim turquoise eyes as Donnie cupped his face and stroked his thumbs over his cheeks, and just leaned into it. He gave a shuddering breath as his boyfriend kissed him, nearly bringing frustrated tears to his eyes when no emotion bubbled up like it usually would whenever they kissed. “But why did they have to happen today? Why on our graduation day?” He whispered brokenly, leaning in and rubbing his nose against Donnie’s, willing himself to feel something other than that horrible numb feeling. “I’m sorry…” he whimpered out, reaching forward to clutch at the boy’s robe, almost afraid he’d disappear if he wasn’t holding onto him. “I s-should have told you, so you wouldn’t have to f-find out t-this way…” He tried to kiss the boy back, whimpering softly when he pulled away from him. The bed dipped and arms hooked around him, gently dragging him further onto the bed. Skylark let out a shaky sigh, sure there would be some relief for this numbness soon.

Sky’s eyes shuttered slightly in shame as Donnie brought up his father. God, he never wanted to talk about him again. He wanted to forget that a man like that even existed, just wipe any and all memories of his father from his mind for good. He seriously hoped that Donnie was right, and that he’d never have to see his father again, or his mother for that matter. He didn’t need them. He had Donnie, and that’s all he wanted. Thick comforters covered his body as his head rested against one of Donnies pillows. He automatically curled his body and buried his face in the pillow, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend, which soothed some of his frazzled nerves. There was the rustling of clothes and Skylark peeked out to see Donnie stripping out of his clothing. Any other time, and Sky would be making some perverted comment, or thinking of having the others skin pressed against his. Now, he just watched with a sort of detachment from the whole situation. The blinds were closed and Donnie was climbing into bed. Immediately he latched himself to the boy like some sort of leech and curled up to the warm body, ditching the soft pillow for softer skin. Skylark attempted to keep his eyes open while Donnie carded his fingers through his hair, and failed as he pecked his lips. “I think you’re the most amazing person in the world.” He let out a low, shuddering sort of breath that feathered out over the others skin at that. How? How could Donnie possibly think that now? A leg slid over his and managed to tug him close. Skylark didn’t mind at all and nestled as close as possible. “Do you need anything else? Lovely?” “Just you…” He whispered, already starting to drift off. “Don’t leave me…” He murmured tiredly, sounding almost desperate in his plea. “I love you.” Skylark shuddered and his eyes watered, spilling a few silent tears down his cheeks as he fell asleep. “Love…you too…”

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