Live Together, Die Alone
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Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
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Damien smiled as he took a seat across from the young gentlemen. He noticed that some people stare at him for a split second, then look away. He hunkered down a bit, just in case someone might recognize who he was and looked at person he was setting across from. "So....what's your name?" he asked, his heart racing in his chest like a race horse. He was nervous and he didn't know why. He had never had this feeling before, and not that it was there, it was actually terrifying.
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The Colom-Russian observed the boy's actions, noticing his attempts to shelter himself from the other customers scattered around the establishment. The gears in his mind turned harshly, the process of pinpointing whether or not the other male was of importance rather arduous to sort through. He considered all the things he could be. He had glimpsed through the window, catching sight of the towering tour bus. Anxiously, he gulped. Perhaps he was a celebrity that Nathan had never heard of. He itched his shoulder, finding the other male's eyes and holding a gaze there. In a smooth, slightly Russian accented voice, he responded, "My name is Nathaniel, but you can call me Nate or Nathan." He offered a rather tiny smile, tilting his head. "What about yours?" The male was flooded with anticipation, his urges threatening to take over once more in order to calm his facing heart. He refrained, however.
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Damien felt his heart race in his chest, as he slightly gulped as Nathaniel looked over toward the tour bus. He hoped, that the other male didn't catch on to who he was. That would be terrifying, and he didn't want that. "M-my name is D-damien." he said, stuttering, scared that he was already to late, and his identity had been figured out. He smiled slightly, thinking of the others male's accent, but not getting that other thought out of his mind. Damien looked to his left, then right and bounced his leg beneath the table. He was staring to think that maybe it was a mistake doing this, and that he should just go back to the van with the other guys, but he was against it. He actually wanted a chance to be normal, even if it was for only a split second.
Back at the tour bus, the rest of the guys were drinking the latte and enjoying themselves. They didn't care where Damien was, as long as he was back for there next gig, which happened to be tomorrow, in this tiny town. As they laughed and partied, secretly, each of them wondered why he had chose this place to do the concert. -
Nathaniel shook the ridiculous idea away almost as simply as his brain had formed it. There was absolutely no chance that a superior, acclaimed celebrity would willingly choose to sit and hold a conversation with himself. He allowed his ears to absorb the staggered response that the boy across from him uttered, clutching onto each syllable. A barely noticeable drawl could be identified, but the teenager did not hold onto that fact. He nodded, responding to the smile with a rather comforting beam of his own. "Damien? I like that. Have you ever heard of Demian Maia?" He paused for a moment before continuing along anyway. "Anyway, he is famous UFC fighter. Has the heart of a lion." He gazed off for a moment before catching himself. "Are you new to town? I've not seen you before, and this is kind of a small place, so people know each other." He leaned back against his seat, his eyes alight with pure interest as he anticipated a response.
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Damien smiled as he suddenly realized that Nathaniel hadn't caught on, and that was good news for him. As Nathaniel asked the question about where he was from, he bit down on the inside of his mouth. What should he tell the teenager across from him? A lie? Damien struggled with his answer, but in the end, he decided to tell the truth. "No, I'm not from here." he said, running his hand through his hair and sighing. Damien smiled and looked to his right. He didn't tell Nathaniel the whole truth, but then again, he didn't tell him a lie either.
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His lopsided grin expanded upon listening to the male's response, clasping his hands together and placing them on the hard surface of the table. His eyes peered at the other for a period of time before he shrugged. "What made you want to come?" He asked out of pure interest. Meshoppen was a relatively small-scale farm town, not prone to many intrigued visitors searching for a great time. In all honesty, it was only a pretty place to pass through. The rolling hills with scattered barns and livestock were enticing, but typically only for a short while. He wondered if Damien came from the urban city life, perhaps never had even witnessed a chicken lay an egg. This nearly caused him to burst out in a fit of amused chortles, but he refrained. His foot began to tap rhythmically once more, and he refused to fight it as he knew it was his disorder trying to protect him from whatever anxieties were creeping up on him.
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As the next question was asked, Damien almost wanted to leave. How was he going to answer this question without revealing who he was? Damien inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, trying g to calm his nerves, hand most of all, calm himself. "I guess I just wanted a change of scenery." he said, while trying to smile. "Life for me is...pretty hectic. I just wanted it to stop, and slow down, before I even continue." The words rolled faster off of his tongue than anything he had ever said before. He was actually talking to a stranger, one that he found attractive, more than anyone he had ever talked to in his life. Damien had to stop the faint blush that was working it's way to his cheeks. Calm down, calm down. It's just a conversation. He won't suspect a thing.
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He listened to the words as if they were a newly composed symphony. The boy's smile faded to be a mere curl of the lips, but his eyes were bright, completely satisfied by the manner in which Damien had chosen to respond. The slow, loving nature of Meshoppen was a preferred characteristic on his end, permitting him the opportunity to have a rather calm area to reside in. His OCD was nothing to play with, but in a town such as Meshoppen, it was capable of being managed to a higher degree than if he were in a large, bumping city. He glanced at his drink, taking the last few drips in a small sip before pushing the mug so that it was settled near the edge of the table. He rubbed his hands together, returning his undivided attention to Damien. "I like that. And let me tell you, you have chosen a great spot. There are so many great people to meet." He noticed that his leg had ceased thumping so rhythmically. It was more of just a normal tapping that could be done by any other human. Relief washed over him. "I mean, if you want, I can show you around town one of these days that you're here. Just..." he looked around, lowering his voice. "Promise me you aren't some crazed serial killer who's going to slice me up and throw me in your trunk." He laughed promptly after saying this, leaning back against his seat.
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Damien shivered as the last words came from Nathaniel mouth, then chuckled. "I can promise you something. I'm not a serial killer." he said, hardly containing the smile that was etched across his face. "As for your offer of showing me around town," he said, looking around for the waitress he saw earlier "I'll take it. It'll be nice to actually have a change of scenery." Damien nodded as a song started to play from the speakers the cafe and sat still. It was one of there songs. He didn't know what to do for a moment, then looked at Nathaniel, smirking and trying to laugh, hoping he wouldn't notice that the lead singers voice coming from the speaker, was actually his. "So Nathaniel, what kind of music are you interested in? Rock? Pop?" Damien put his elbow on the table and looked playfully serious.
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Nathaniel wiped a drop of fake sweat from his eyebrow, exhaling deeply. "I am so thankful that you are not a serial killer." The boy continued to listen, taking notice of the fact that he had become relatively colder than before. His teeth somewhat chattering, he pulled on his fleece jacket, sinking into the plush fabric. His brain began to run through the list of necessary steps that would be required to be utilized in order to offer the most beneficial tour of the town. The attention of his ears was captured by the song playing on the overhead radio. It was one he had never heard before, but he particularly was enjoying the tune. He failed to voice his opinion, however, rather responding to the question. "Ah, I guess I'm a little boring. I like classical music, piano ballads and such. I'm fine with some pop and rock, but not typically. How about you?" It was then that Suzanne came around the corner, pouring another load of hot chocolate into Nathan's cup. The teenager thanked her appreciatively. She stood tall, glancing at Damien and asking, "Would you like somethin' else to drink? We also got food if you're lookin' for somethin' to eat."
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Damien sat their, getting ready to answer Nathaniel's question when the waitress came around. "I would just like a coffee, with a little sugar." he grinned slightly, as he started to drum his fingers on the table. Damien looked back at Nathaniel and smiled. "I'm into heavy metal, rock and on some occasions, I will listen to classical music." he said, as the song that was playing, faded away into the noise of the cafe. That, was one thing that he was glad for. The cafe, and the cease of noise.
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Suzanne hurried off to retrieve the drink, allowing Nathan and the newcomer to town. She hoped that her regular, beloved customer was making a friend. The woman always thought it would be good for him. Nathanial listened, taking a while to respond. He was not entirely accustomed to socializing for long periods of time, especially with individuals he had only just met. "Mm, that's pretty cool." He rubbed the back of his neck, stuffing his hands into his pockets promptly afterwards. His breathing hitched for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm sorry." He bit onto his bottom lip, his cheeks beginning to spread over in a light pink hue. "I'm a bit nervous." This was an absolute lie. His heart had begun to race much quicker than previously, his stomach churning slightly. He realized he was at a bit of a loss for words, his throat wishing to speak further but refraining completely. He averted his eyes from the boy, finding a sudden interest in the table. That was when Suzanne slid Damien's coffee to him, hurrying off again.
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(Sorry for the wait on the response x3)
Damien watched Nathaniel's reaction and smiled slightly. "It's okay. If you had met me three years ago, I wouldn't have been able to even look you in the eye." Damien chuckled and took a sip of the coffee, nodding his head in approval. "Wow, this stuff is amazing!" he said, setting the cup back down on the table and rummaging through his pockets, looking for something. As he did that, the members of his band walked into the cafe, and he hunkered down in the seat, pulling his hoodie over his head. Oh lord, not now. Not now. Please let them pass by us, and not notice me. Damien watched the members, go up and order coffee, then he realized, he told Suzanne to deliver the latte to them he had ordered earlier. He shook his head and looked at Nathaniel. "Er, so...how long have you lived here?" he asked, trying to make a simple conversation, but failing miserably. -
(Alll is well. :))
The other gentleman's statement placated his fears about his anxiety to an extent, his heart beating just a bit calmer. He exhaled a large puff of air, trying to muster up another smile. Eventually, he was capable of returning the beam, nodding in agreement at his comment. "Yeah, this place is great. They never fail to have yummy stuff." He gagged at his public use of the childish word, but he decided not to dwell upon it. His head turned upon hearing a somewhat rowdy group enter the establishment, his eyes widening a tiny bit. The boy breathed slowly, turning back to Damien to respond to the query. "I was born in Colombia, in a city called Medellin. My mother is Colombian. We moved here when I was about 9, so around 10 years if you round up." He shrugged, attempting not to put any focus on the newcomers. "What about you?" He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Where are you from, anyway?" -
(Thank you ^v^)
Damien looked at Nathaniel and tried to smile through the placid fears, that were etching there way toward his face. "I-I'm from a town called Ceder's Bend. It's in Missouri." he said, reaching out to grab his coffee when a shadow appeared over the table. "Nuh uh." the gruff voice said. Damien recognized it as Carlyle, the back-up vocalist. "I'm sorry, but that coffee's mind now." Damien watched as Carlyle picked up the coffee and took a sip. Is this really how we act? God, we need to get some manners. Maybe I should just quit the band, and let the guys just do it on their own. Just not show up for the concert tomorrow. Maybe I could ask Nathaniel if I could hang out with him. Damien shivered as Carlyle sat the cup back down, glanced at Nathaniel and snarled, then walked back toward the tour bus. Damien sighed heavily with relief.
"That was close." he mumbled, so Nathaniel couldn't hear him. Damien shuffled in his seat, took a look at the coffee and shook his head slightly. He still couldn't believe what Carlyle did. It was so, incompetent of him. "Hey Nathaniel, do you think I could hang out with you tomorrow. You know, so you can show me around town?" he asked, letting his hair fall into his eyes.
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