Live Together, Die Alone
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Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
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The teenager listened intently, his eyes growing apologetic as he began to regret what he had said. It was completely understandable why one would yearn to escape the harrowing, cruel world of misguided paparazzi members. He nodded gently, starting the car and pulling out of the lot. It was clear that in order to alter the other male's appearance properly, purchasing clothing from a local shop would be far more beneficial. He swung a right out of the coffee shop in order to send him onto the backstreets that would lead him to Howie's House of Wears and Accessories. "Em.." He started after a relatively long, awkward pause. "I suppose we can get you a few outfits to start off and then maybe we can find a hotel or motel for you to crash in." His voice was soft, somewhat slurred due to his uncommon accent. The building would be close soon enough.
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Damien nodded and looked at the approaching store. It seemed nice and averagely sized. The stores that he usually went to were bigger and filled to the brim with people. It was actually nice to see a store like this that wasn't crowded. "Er, sorry if this is a weird question for you, but can you pick out my clothes? After me wearing this style of clothes," he said, pointing to the lather jacket and ripped skinny jeans he was wearing "I'm kind of used to it." Damien watched as Nathaniel pulled the car over and smirked, he was already enjoying life away from the paparazzi and cramped tour bus. This would be an interesting night.
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Nathan was sure that his vehicle was completely turned off, rubbing his hands together as he listened to the boy's questions. Upon realizing what was being asked of him, he nodded gently. "It isn't an issue." He allowed himself to give a lopsided smile, unbuckling the seatbelt as he exited the driver's side. He gestured excitedly for Damien to follow him, referring to the door with his pointer finger. After doing so, he hurried to the door, touching the handle four times quickly so as to not be spotted, and walking inside. A blast of comforting, warm air hit him happily. He welcomed it thankfully, peering at what was in view as he anticipated the arrival of the star that he had only just introduced himself to.
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Damien and smiled as Nathaniel accepted the offer of choosing his clothes. After smirking like a school girl for a couple of moments, he actually got out of the car and walked toward the store. Walking up to the building seemed different than just seeing it from the car. You could see the detail in the clothing that hung in the windows. You could also see how every employee had kept the windows crisp and clean from any finger-prints or streaks. Damien smiled, because for him, this felt like Christmas morning. He hadn't felt this excited; or even wanted, in years. As he followed Nathaniel, Damien couldn't help but gaze at the clothes. You could see 3-piece suit sets, and even cowboy boots and hats. This store seemed to specialize in any type if clothing imaginable. That was when he bot iced his style of clothing and started to drift toward it. If it wasn't for Nathaniel clearing his throat, Damien would have been ensnared in the clothing decision problems he always had.
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(Take the and away at the beginning xD How did the tattoo go?)
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*noticed
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(It went awesome! Here is final product:
Nathaniel kept a watchful eye over the other boy as they were in the edifice of enticing clothing for a reason. He nearly touched Damien in order to lead him to the more country a oriented articles of clothing, but rather gestured for him to follow. Pushing boundaries was not in any part of Nathan's agenda. He began to explain what would probably be most comfortable in a small, rather agricultural area such as Meshoppen. He gestured to cozy flannels that would work to keep the other male warm as well as stylish, if that's what he was concerned with. The male tapped his fingers as he pondered the idea of a proper pant. He clapped after a moment, pointing to normal jeans that came in a variety of colors, emphasizing that any would work. The final accessory would be a pair of workboots if the male planned to do any labor in a farm setting. As Nathan spoke, he grabbed combinations of clothing that seemed they would be a nice fit. Once he was ready, he presented his findings to his new friend. They were rather pleasant outfits, one involving a black sweater and dark wash jeans, another a deep green flannel with black jeans. He waited for a response for the other boy, his eyebrows slightly raised in wonder. -
(That is so amazing! I love it! ^~^)
Damien smiled as he watched Nathaniel pick out the clothes, and when they were shown to him, he smiled. They were nice looking; not what he was used to, but nice looking to say in the least. Damien picked up the black sweater and dark wash jeans first and inspected them with a keen eye, the sauntered off toward a dress room, motioning Nathaniel to wait outside for him. As Damien locked the door to the dressing room, he quickly removed the clothes he had on and tried on the ones Nathaniel picked out. As Damien looked in the mirror, he laughed slightly at his appearance because he looked like he should belong in a magazine. He was hoping that would change after he fixed his hair and took out the silver stud that was in his right ear. Damien decided if he was going to drop being a celebrity, he would have to do it all of the way. After several minutes of debating, Damien decided to step out of the dressing room and let Nathaniel give his verdict. After all, he was the one helping him, wasn't he? -
eeeeee thank you so much!!!
As Nathaniel waited for Damien to change, he found himself repeating things to himself over and over in his hand. One part of him was rather terrified that the boy was not who he had outlined himself to be. Another part of him was intrigued by the celebrity and what he had to offer to the world other than his profession as a star. All of his thoughts diminished, however, when Damien reemerged. The more sheepish individual examined the man, his eyebrows knitting tightly together as he scrutinized the details of the outfit. When he was sure that he believed it looked good, he gave a double thumbs-up. "Winner, winner, chicken dinner." He laughed at the phrase, continuing, "You look like a normal boy that knows their way around town. Perhaps a little bit of a haircut, or a change of style, rather, and you're set. I think those clothes are a good match for you." -
(How long did it take for them to do the design?)
Damien put his hands in pockets of the jeans and smiled as he looked down at his feet. "Thanks." he said, trying not to look up at Nathaniel, because a faint blush was appearing on his face. "So, about the haircut, the only thing I don't want is a buzz-cut." Damien said, finally looking Nathan. "Alright, I'm going to go grab my old clothes out of the dressing room and then we'll go." he looked at the young man ashe stepped into the dressing room and picked up his clothes. The only thing he was going to miss was the leather jacket, because he had, had it forever. As Damien held the clothes tightly to his chest, he walked back out of the dressing room and into the store. "Alright, we can do this." he muttered. -
(I already had a design from the internet, so we altered it a bit so it was what I wanted. It look him 30 minutes to draw it up, then 2 hours and some change for the actual tattoo)
Nate crossed his arms over his chest as the boy spoke, his eyes completely focused on him. "I would never tell you to get a buzz cut. They aren't very fun, hm?" He watched as the boy retrieved his clothing, giving a bob of the head upon his return. "Easy stuff, yeah? Do you want to pick out more or are the couple of outfits fine for now?" He was completely calm and collected for the first time all day, his heart beating at a normal pace. No signs of distress were noticeable internally and externally, his cheeks still somewhat pink from the evil cold brewing outdoors. -
(Two hours is a long time OwO)
Damien looked back at the outfits Nathaniel had picked out and smiled. "I think these will do for now." he looked around as he said this, seeing if he could spot the nearest trash can. When he did, he looked at Nathaniel, then motioned to where he was heading and walked toward it. As he made his way to the trash can, he felt a cold breeze drift up the sweater and shivered. Some more people had walked into the shop, and for a moment this frightened him, because he thought it was Carlyle and the rest of the band. Thankfully it wasn't. Finally, Damien made it to his destination point and held his old clothes over the gaping opening of the trash can. If he dropped the clothes it, there was definitely no chance of turning back, and that us exactly what he did. The sound of the clothes hitting the bottom of the container was like music to his ears. As Damien walked back to Nathaniel, he had a huge grin on his face that could probably be seen for miles. -
(It was almost going to be a three hour tattoo because i was going to have smoke going around it but i decided i didnt want that xD)
Nathaniel observed the boy's actions from where he stood, his lips pursed just barely. He was taken aback when the individual tossed his previous clothing into the trash can. Shrugging out of neutrality in response to the action, his eyes flickered to those that had entered the shop. It was a small group of girls that were obviously very joyous and vivacious. He watched as they retreated to a favorable corner of the store for people of their style. "Okay, if you're ready, it's time to pay." He pointed to the cashier's counter near the entrance of the store, an older gentleman he recognized standing with his elbows against the wood surface of the counter. He walked to the man, checking behind himself every now and again to ensure Damien was following. Once they were there, Nathaniel handed the man whatever clothing Damien was not wearing before pointing to the outfit he was now clad in. The cashier nodded understandingly, ringing up all of the clothing with a rather sullen look spread across his facial features. He was sure to ring up a shirt and a pair of pants twice so as to compensate for the clothes on Damien's body. Once prepared, the man stated, "Lucky for you two, you came on a sale day. The normal total is 54.25 for everything, but with our lovely holiday sale, you get it for 29 dollars flat." Nathaniel's eye lit up at the stroke of luck, placing two twenty dollar bills on the counter. He easily was given his change as well as the bags, which he passed off to Damien as they now belonged to him. "Call it a repayment for the drink," he said as he turned away from the counter, stuffing his change into his pocket. "It was a great deal." -
(If it was three hours, I think I would've died xD)
Damien was a little shocked at how low the price for the clothes were. He was so used to them being more expensive than the clothes he was wearing, that he thought all clothing stores put ridiculously high prices on their clothes. Damien nodded at what Nathaniel did, but he knew sooner or later he would pay back him back, one way or another. As both if the young gentlemen walked out of the clothing store, Damien did something that was a little sudden, and so unlike him. He turned around to face Nathaniel and gave him a hug. After a couple of moments, Damien finally let go and looked at the young man when had help him. "Thank you." he said, walking toward the car and opening the door to the passengers side. "I really mean it." Damien sat down in the car and closed the door with a quick thud. That's s was the nicest thing anyone had done for him, and just to think, Nathaniel was kind of a stranger to him. -
(It went fast with music playing tbh it wasn't bad)
Nathaniel jumped slightly at the sudden embrace, his eyes growing wide with sudden shock. He raised his eyebrows for a moment before awkwardly returning the hug, clearing his throat when the close proximity broke. After Damien entered the vehicle, the boy took it upon himself to recollect himself. He hardly hugged his parents, let alone a relatively complete stranger. It was not an unpleasant experience, however, and he rather found himself becoming bombarded by butterflies, his stomach churning in excitement. He smiled for a moment, the grin easily disappearing to a rather content line. He entered the driver's side with a gulp. "You're welcome." He started the car, kicking the heat up once more. "I suppose we should find you a place to go, then?" He looked to the male, anticipating a response.
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