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...his breath he said, "Kinda like your motto, 'new year, new nose'." He laughed at his own joke and said, "My friend here needs his schedule." *** Zach glanced over at Daniel with his eyebrows raised, although he wasn't truly all that surprised. The whole ~sneaking into the woods thing~...

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I really miss our roleplay... we should try it again.

"Did he..." Damian's forehead creased as he stared at the coffee shop. "What just happ- he touched my butt. And smoked my cigarette." One of his hands was lifted palm up by his waist in a wondering position. "He's got a kid with him and he can act like that? He's a weird man." He wasn't exactly...

Damian had barely noticed the small body running straight into his back but at the mention of his name he turned around to see two faces quite close to his. He took a step back and puffed on his cigarette, trying to clear his mind. "Hey, it's really no trouble. I'd get a leash for this thing...

((I wish I never had to sleep so I never missed any replies)) Damian had slowly been making his way down the streets, feet dragging on the cement. Every once in a while he'd trip but quickly compose himself with a smile and a long puff at a cigarette. Eventually he stopped at an old corner...

Damian's day had started with the ending of another work shift. How he had come across such a great job, he still couldn't fathom. He worked at one of the bars in the city and although it still wasn't great, it was better than most of greasy rat infested dumps. What Damian enjoyed most about his...

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Name: Damian Rogers Appearance: Faceclaim: Stephan Schneider Age: 19 Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay Job or Income: Bartender Traits: +_Humorous__, __affectionate_, _clever__; -__Pessimistic_, _lazy__, __unlucky_ Personality: Damian is a weird boy, calm yet...

Blake huffed and turned on his heel. He slammed the door shut behind him and as soon as it was closed, his tough face fell and he reached up to grab at his hair. "Oh, god, Isabelle. I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was that bad, I can't even..." He rushed to her side, lifting her to her feet. He...

Several times Blake had tried to intervene but all the attempts were quickly shot down by the screams of Isabelle's mother. Blake stood after Isabelle ran out, staring at Catherine with a disgusted look on his face. "Of course your daughter doesn't love you. You hit her and insult her and you...

Blake hadn't really expected the condescending tones to come out straight away but he shuffled inside the house, hand protectively resting on the small of Isabelle's back. He didn't speak, in fact he was unsure of what he would say. He decided that unless things got out of hand or if he was...

"Afterwards you can hit me or whatever," he said, taking Isabelle's smaller hand in his. "Get out your anger and frustration," he explained, leading them to the door. It didn't take them long to get to Isabelle's house, and when they did, Blake didn't make a move to get out. He waited for...

"Whenever you're up for it," he replied, grabbing the rest of the bags. He carried them to the door, unlocked it and brought them into the kitchen. "We can go right now or we can laze around."

Blake didn't disturb the silence. His thoughts, although slightly filled with guilt, kept him busy while he drove the long way home. His eyes were droopy by the time he pulled into his apartment's driveway. He rest a second with his head against the steering wheel. "Alright, let's unpack," he...

With one hand on the wheel, Blake lifted his other hand and ran it down his face. "Then just go see Judy. If your parents are there, ignore them. Who knows," he mumbled bitterly, "Maybe they'll act like sophisticated human beings if I'm there with you."

Blake coughed, trying to buy himself some time. "Well, friends and maybe..." he paused, sucked in a breath and muttered, "Isabelle it's not right that you just left your parents like that and I think it would be better if you at least went to see them for fifteen minutes just to say that you are...

"Sure," he said, driving faster to pass a blue Honda. "We can go tomorrow. I was thinking that today we could find a dance place, and," he said this with a bit of hesitation which he hoped wasn't too evident, "go visit some people."