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Post by devon nikoli darling on Oct 12, 2009 2:33:46 GMT -5
 Devon looked around the beach, biting his lip. This whole place was a big beach really... well it was lined beach since it was a little island. Hed never been to a beach before this. Once hed been here, he had stayed inland. He had just gotten there anyway, so really no time to do that. It was warm out but Devon still wore his zip up hoodie. It had Jack skelington on it. His dirty blond hair fell forward in his face as he stared out at the water, watching the tide come up, bringing slight debris from the ocean with it, and then slowly drag it back only to push it more onto the beach again.
As Devon stared out he tried to get something from it. Peter had talked highly of the beach, he thought maybe it had some kind of... magical powers that would give him something... anything. He tried to put something in his head, maybe how the waves would feel against his skin. He wondered if it would be cold... or warm. The sun has been out all day... he wondered if that made a difference to the body of water. Maybe the surface was warm. Maybe he could feel that.
Devon walked slowly out, not even taking his shoes off or rolling his pants up. His hands nestled deep within his pockets. He could feel the the edges of the most recent bandage. catching on the inside of his pockets, the tape had bent a little so part of the sticky end was up. He could feel his shoes filling with water as they sunk into the wet sand beneath the water. He could feel his pants getting heavy as the water soaked them. He could feel the water against his skin, but he wasnt getting the shock of temperature he was craving. He kept going deeper waiting for it as it got higher up to his thighs. The waves were stronger then him, he was barely anything. Weighing barely a hundred pounds it wouldnt take much of the tide to take him out and his body swayed with it.
Devon pulled his hands from his pockets holding them out along the surface, it was now waste deep but still he wasnt getting what he craved. He closed his eyes and let himself fall back, letting the water move over him. He he held his breath not moving his arms or feet just letting the waves move his body. Nothing... where was it. Sure it was slightly cold.. but nothing more then what tap water felt to him... where was it.
Devon was taken back to the bathtub of his neighbors. Hed snuck in one time while they were gone to wash and decided to take a bath. Hed let the water cover his face... let his chest go till it started to hurt from lack of air. He needed something right now. Needed... something...
Devon didnt get up... not even as his body protested at lack of oxygen. He wanted it.. wanted that gripping pain in his chest. He needed it.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Oct 12, 2009 12:28:15 GMT -5
 - - - we move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine[/font] AND I WOULD WAIT AND WATCH THE HOURS FALL IN A HUNDRED SERPERATE LINES[/center] All day Peter had been holed up in his room, playing riff after riff, trying to figure out what sounded best with the lyrics he had written. Peter wouldn't leave it alone until he found the perfect riff. How could he leave it alone? It would end up bothering Pete all day and really he just didn't want that. What Peter believed, was that a guitar riff should sound as if it were singing the song. Sure there would be a few add-ins, but over all it would sound like words coming through the vibrations of the strings. He liked to imagine that music, when done right, could speak to people. Peter had never met an exception to this rule... until recently. In the chat he had run into a boy who said he didn't care about lyrics... that he only cared about low, deep, booming bass lines.
Peter was shocked. He didn't think anyone could just... not care about the lyrics. He had tried and tried online to see if there were something... some hole in Dev's shield, but there was nothing. At least not anything that he could see through text only. Something in Peter was sparked during that conversation. He had this uncanny ability to find the impossible and attempt it. This time, Peter knew he would be in for a rough ride... but he was determined to not only find out what was up with Dev, but see if he could fix it. Peter tried not to see anything as impossible, but as another challenge that he needed to over come. Yeah- that was a good way to look at it. Peter put away his guitar, trying to think of something else to do. He had caught a snag in the riff and he figured that taking his mind off of it for a little while would at least help him come up with some sort of new direction. It was never good to think about one thing too hard and Peter didn't want to end up with a huge headache from it.
The best place for Peter to completely relax his mind was the beach. He stood from his spot on the floor, smoothing out the creases in his jeans and pale gray shirt. The reason Peter was going with long-sleeves was because he wasn't really planning to get in the water, though that could change on the way. Pete slipped on his black and white Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars and slipped out his dorm after kissing his dog on the head. Bogart was sleeping and soft-hearted Peter just didn't have the nerve to wake him. Peter didn't lock his door, never did, even when he was there sleeping. Carson had warned him a number of times that it was a bad habit and no good could come from it and he could remember the countless times Carson called him a fucking idiot for not thinking about security. But Peter wasn't as paranoid as Carson. He trusted people and he wanted to believe in good rather than believing that everyone was bad. That was just how Peter was and he didn't really care to change it at the moment.
Peter walked toward the beach slowly, taking his time to enjoy the fresh air. He took this time to begin the process of clearing his mind. The bad thing about clearing his mind was that he really had to think about everything one by one to actually get it out. Everything from thoughts about his dad to thoughts about Carson and even some thoughts about the future thrown in there. None of them seemed all that pleasant to Peter and often times he felt like these thoughts had the ability to rip him apart limb for limb and feed him to the monster of nightmares that always awaited him at night. Most of the time... Peter felt consumed. He finally reached the beach, liking how clear it was. Things were much better when there was less people at the beach. The beach could be such and inspiring place with its rolling blue waves, calming sounds, and the soothing salty aroma that filled the air. Pete walked closer to the water, a big smile on his face.
Something in the distance caught his attention, though. Peter squinted slightly. He bit his lip as he saw a boy wading out into the water. Didn't that guy know how dangerous that could be with the current so strong at the moment. Peter kept watching as he nervously bent down and untied his shoes. He removed them and his socks as the boy waded further still. Peter knew enough about the ocean to know that its power was not to be underestimated. He didn't bother stripping his shirt and pants off because as soon as his socks were off the boy had slipped down under the water. Peter's heart was racing. He didn't know if the boy had intentionally gone under water, but that was certainly what it looked like. Peter pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and tossed it back with his shoes on the dry sand before he started out into the water. He wasn't trying to be a hero... Peter just didn't want to see someone die or get seriously hurt. That would just... not even be cool. He waded out into the water as fast as he could.
It looked like the boy had only made it a little over waist high. Peter licked his lips when he finally reached the distance the boy had been at. His eyes widened out of fear when he saw the body floating underneath the water. Peter quickly made his way over, trying not to be pulled under himself. He grabbed onto the guy, pulling him up as best he could. "What are you? Crazy?" Peter exclaimed with a worried expression. As he saw the boy's face he knew exactly who he was dealing with. It was Dev. Peter would recognize that face from anywhere. He had stared at the icon for a while the previous night, trying to commit it to memory and he was sure he had. "Dev...?" Peter said, hoping he was at least conscious. There was no telling how much water would be down in his lungs.
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Post by devon nikoli darling on Oct 12, 2009 21:00:02 GMT -5
Devon could almost feel it. His chest was constricting begging for him to open his mouth, but Devon knew that he would only inhale water. He knew that would hurt even more as well. He needed to do something, but he just thought... maybe a little farther.. maybe if he just held it just that little bit more he would reach what he was going for. He squeezed his eyes shut even more against the salty water. He'd never been in salt water, but it burned a little more then normal water from the faucet. What if he opened his eyes. IF he opened them... would he go blind? Would it burn his eyes? He didnt know and he wanted to.
Just as he was about to open his eyes he was pulled up above the surface, his mouth opened a bit at the feel of someones hands on him and he took in water, not a lot but enough that he was sputtering as the water was clear from his upper body. He coughed a bit, the salty water bitter and rough in his mouth. He blinked his eyes, some water dripping from his lashes managed to get in his eyes a little anyway and it did burn but he just rubbed them,, the area around them slightly reddish and only getting worse as his eyes burned from the water.
Crazy? No.. he wouldnt really call himself crazy. He was just trying... no one really understood. He didnt try to make them understand though. He looked at the dark haired boy who had pulled him from his very possibly close watery grave. He dropped his eyes some, his thin shoulders raising in a shrug before he turned and looked towards the beach. No one was there, no one had been there before, but he wasnt sure if this boy had called 911 or some emergency number. He was fine... he would have been anyway....
Devon could feel the boys dark eyes on him and he turned to look at him wondering why keep lookign at him... as if he was thinking or... figuring out. Then he heard his name and he raised a brow. The guy was probably in one of his classes. Devon shrugged yet again, this time shrugging off the hand that was on him. He gave the boy a blank look, then again that was kind of his natural look. Devon barely ever had anything going on behind his eyes, nothing for people to try and decipher or anything. Maybe this guy had heard about him from somewhere. He was sure theres pictures... and videos floating around on the internet. There had been some huge perverts in his past. "If thats what you want...' he said finally.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Oct 14, 2009 21:55:11 GMT -5
As soon as Peter heard that phrase he knew it was really Dev. Peter didn't like how Devon seemed to cater to everyone's wants. He knew, of course, that he didn't have much room to talk what with his inability to say no. But that was different. Peter still had a firm line that he would never cross and Dev... well... it appeared that Dev would do just about anything for just about anyone. That would be dangerous. Peter knew that there might be someone someday that would take advantage of that and get Dev in a lot of trouble. That wasn't something Peter wanted to happen to Devon. The guy didn't deserve that. Peter had a feeling that it wasn't Dev's fault that he was the way he was. He of all people should know that it probably has something to do with upbringing.
"Hm, that line tells me you're definitely Devon." Peter said, the corner of his lips lifting into a smile. "I'm Peter... we talked online." Peter didn't think that Dev would just recognize him based off a tiny picture on the web, but he did hope that maybe his name would provoke some sort of recollection of talking to him. Peter wasn't exactly a forgettable person. Lately the nightmares had been making him feel a little off and out of norm, but he hoped to get a handle on those as soon as he could so that he could be the regular Peter that people loved to talk to and could never forget. He loved being that person and lately... god, Peter really hated that he had been slipping. This wasn't the time to be slipping up like that. He didn't need to focus on negative emotions... he needed to focus on being himself... whoever that was really.
Peter still hadn't let go of Dev. He was afraid to really. Dev was a small boy, or seemed like it, and he didn't want to risk and strong currents separating them. "You know... it's dangerous to just go under like that. The tides are really strong here... you could get carried away." Peter tended to worry more often that he should, but he didn't like to think that Devon could have been carried away. They were lucky that they could still stand where they were. He didn't even know if Devon intentionally went under or not... still... it kind of bothered Peter. He licked his lips, tilting his head as he finally let go of Devon. "You... scared me for a minute there..." Peter finally admitted.
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