Live Together, Die Alone
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Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
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(What kind of music? xD Please tell me they let you pick it out)
Damien nodded to Nathaniel question, but on the inside, he wanted to say something else. "Er, about a place to stay. What place would be the best?" he said, each question making him sound like a curious child, rather than young man that he was. As he watched Nathaniel take a deep breath, he looked outside and watched people walk up and down the street.
The tour bus sat in the same spot, but now you could hear music blasting from every nook and cranny of it. Carlyle sat in the kitchen with two of the other band members, tapping his foot to the beat of 'Highway to Hell'. This was just another night to them but that all ended the moment when Carlyle looked at the clock that was hanging near the front of the bus. He quickly stood up and looked to his left and right. "Where the hell is that little punk?" he said, setting down the bottle of beer that was previously in his hand, then cracking each of his knuckles. He looked toward the door of the tour bus, then was reminded of something. It was something about the cafe. Carlyle yanked his jacket off the back of the chair and looked at the other band members in disgust. "I'll be back." he said, heading toward the cafe. -
(OH YEAH I listened to my own music off my phone. PATD, Evanescence, Kendrick Lamar, etc)
Nathaniel's eyes averted themselves from the other boy, finding sudden intrigue in a nearby piles of leaves. He bit down on his lower lip in deep thought, recalling that there were a few rather rundown motels about ten to twenty minutes a way. Unfortunately, they gave off a rather haunting vibe that would not be pleasant for anyone. As the teenager thought, he sighed. "I mean..There are some motels somewhat nearby. Maybe you can go to one of those for a little while?" He crossed his arms, turning to his steering wheel. "I mean, I would offer you the guest room in my house, but I'm not sure how comfortable you are with that." He shrugged, his teeth clenched tightly together. "My parents are rather nice people. They would probably welcome you." -
(I can imagine they would play some stuff I didn't know, if they did choose the music xD)
Damien smiled as Nathaniel spoke, and he turned back to face the young male. "Er.." he said, clearing his throat slightly. "If you don't mind, could I stay with you. It's just that I don't sleep well if I'm alone, or by myself." Damien hung his head in a shameful way as he said it, hoping Nathaniel wouldn't mock him for it.
As Carlyle made his way toward the shop, he could see people milling about the streets and rolled his eyes. These were typical people. They would know if a bird hit them in the face. At least that's what Carlyle thought. As he opened the door to the shop, the familiar sound of Christmas music played, and he shook his head, trying to get the joyous vibrations out before they reached his soul. This was one of his least favorite times of year and he wish it would already be done with. As Carlyle scanned the shop, he saw the woman he was looking for. She was the same woman who had brought him and his friends the latte from Damien. As he approached her, his boots made a squeaking sound out the white tile that made everyone around him back away. "Excuse me miss?" he said, tapping Suzanne on the shoulder. -
(UUUHHH their music was like Wu Tang Clan and stuff)
Nathaniel's eyebrows rose softly, his cheeks going a flaming red out of embarrassment. "Oh, I, okay." He let out a rather hearty laugh, looking away from the other male for a moment. "I'm not making fun of you. It's just, I mean." He itched the back of his neck anxiously. "Do you need to sleep in the presence of someone? Because I guess you could, like, er come in my room? I've got extra sleeping supplies?" He refused to return eye contact as he said this, rather keeping his eyes glued to the window. His heart had managed to begin pounding much more violently than previously. His cheeks were on fire, spreading to his ears. He had never even invited a friend over, save for some stranger. He felt as though it was his duty to help, however.
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Suzanne tilted her head in a perplexed manner, peering at the individual who had approached her with beady eyes. She decided to smile upon recognizing the male from earlier on in her shift. She crossed her arms in a content manner, greeting him quietly. "Hi. Can I help you?" she asked, glancing behind the male every now and again as she waited for a response. In her opinion, he seemed like a rather unpleasant man, but it was in her best interest to appear kind towards him. After all, she was running a business, and a good personality was always best for business. -
(Yep, stuff I don't know xD)
Damien kept his face away from where Nathaniel could see it. He felt his heart leap into his chest as Nathaniel offered him to sleep in his room. "I-I....Er, it would be fine." he said, trying not to stutter as the words came out of his mouth. Butterflies were expanding in his chest the longer the car sat here.
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Carlyle looked at Suzanne with a smug look on his face. He could tell beneath that sultry smile that she loathed the very being of his existence. "Where are the two customers I...Er, um, patronized earlier?" Carlyle felt a knot in his throat as he said the last word. -
(Aye no big deal I know them but I'm not a huge fan)
The teenaged male swallowed heavily, his head nodding understandably. He opened his mouth to speak, but became unaware of what he wished to say. For a few moments, he sat in silence. Fortunately, he decided on something to ease the awkward break. "My cell phone, it's in the glovebox over there. Can you grab it and hand it to me?" He turned back to the boy with his hand out, prepared to call his parents. When he received the device, he dialed his mother's number, waiting for the other end to answer. He leaned back against his seat, his eyes rolling a bit when it continued to ring. After a short while, he gave up, calling his father instead. Thankfully, he earned a pick-up, the male beginning to speak in Russian, his father's first language.
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Suzanne furrowed her eyebrows, staring directly into the boy's eyes with an icy mood hidden behind them. Her lips were pursed. In all honesty, her entire demeanor was rather intimidating in that moment, standing tall and mighty in the face of the other. With that, she shrugged, taking a step back. "I have no clue. They paid me kindly and were on their way. Maybe they're on their way to Peru, maybe local markets. All I can tell you is that Danny, the boy with your friend, lives an hour a way. He stops in every couple of days when he's done here for business related things." She fanned her face dramatically, aware as to how many lies she had laced within her statement. "I'm afraid that's all I can do for you." -
(I might have to check them out them xD)
After Damien had handed Nathaniel his phone, he didn't know what to think. He had come this far and no one from the bad had noticed he was gone. Maybe he was invisible after all. He almost scoffed at the thought when he heard Nathaniel speaking, but he wasn't talking English. Damien couldn't make out a single word, but it was either German or Russian. Even though he had traveled around the country at least once, he had never bothered learning another language. It just never suited him. He believed that if he was meant to speak another language, than he would've been born doing so. But as Damien heard Nathaniel speak, his jaw dropped in awe. He never expected this out of the kind stranger. It was something odd, but in the end Damien decided to stop staring and face the front.
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Carlyle glared at Suzanne with a, never seeming to end hatred. He knew this waitress had done nothing to him, but the way she was intimidating him was wrong. He knew she was lying about Damien and the other fellow he was with. He could tell by the way her eyes sparkled. She seemed nice enough, but when you got around her she was cold and bitter. "Fine." he spat, looking at her in disgust as he turned around and briskly walking away. He knew he had lost this battle, but he hadn't lost the war. -
Carlyle a lil fuccboi
He continued to speak to his father, the inflection in his tone rather vivacious, a good sign for the other male in the car. After some time, Nathaniel uttered the words, "Okay, ehm, put mama on the phone." After a pause, the male began to speak once again, this time in Spanish for his mother to be most comfortable speaking to him. Both of his parents knew English fairly well, but out of respect for their birth countries, he typically spoke in their first languages. As he spoke, he let out a few laughs and chortles. Once the conversation was over, he clicked off the device, giving a thumbs up to the other male. "Lookie, both of them are okay with you staying. And they don't mind you sleeping in my room. I think they're more excited about the fact someone is coming over." He shrugged. "We can go there now, if you want."
(Assuming I don't need Suzanne anymore so she just watches him walk away muahahaha that's that xD) -
(I don't even know what Carlyle is. He is evolving. XD)
Damien nodded as Nathaniel spoke. "I think going there now sounds nice." he said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. "So, I take it you dad's Russian or German, and your mom is Spanish?" Damien hoped that he hadn't gotten the languages mixed up with others, because he didn't know how Nathaniel would react if he did. Damien stuck his hands in his pocket, hoping that by some miracle his hands wouldn't burst from the heat in the car. That was one thing Damien hated, was heat. He never understood it, he just didn't like it. -
(he's interesting as a character I like that)
He pulled out of the lot of the clothing store as he began replying. "Yes, actually. My dad is Russian and my mom is Spanish, making me some peculiar hybrid." He snorted at his own tasteless joke, turning onto the street and beginning to drive in the direction of his home. After his comment, he was relatively silent, in a particularly enjoyable sort of way. A few minutes into the drive, he turned the heat down, finding even himself to be too warm. He felt a bit rude for not taking the time to speak too much, but he also believed the other would understand. The backgrounds were somewhat slick due to the snow, so he was gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning a bit white. He hate driving in poor conditions as there was more room for mistakes, in his opinion. Thankfully, his home was in sight just a few minutes later. "Ah, yes, the humble abode," he mumbled as he entered the driveway that led to the house. He came to a stop in his usual place. "We have arrived." -
*my mom is Colombian
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(Thank you, but I like Nathaniel's character better x3 The way you write is amazing!)
Damien looked at the house and smiled. It reminded him so much of the house he grew up in when he was younger. Of course it was slightly different, but the memories still flooded his memory like a cascading waterfall. One of was Damien playing a drum set out on the porch in the summer, and others were just casual run of the mill memories. As Damien sat there though, one kept retracing its steps in his mind. It happened on a night, close to Christmas, exactly like this one.
Damien looked up at his mom with thoughtful eyes. He was twelve years old and daddy said he would be home for Christmas. As Damien sat there putting threats of the decorations on the tree, he heard a knock on the door. "Daddy!" he cried in excitement as he ran toward the door, his arms open, waiting for his dad to embrace him in a hug, but the scene in front of him was slightly different. Instead of his dad standing on the porch; with the bag of gifts he had promised, there were two officers on the door-step. Both had forlorn faces. At first, Damien was confused as to why those officers were here, then it dawned on him. His dad wouldn't be coming back home. Damien turned away from the officers as he tried to compose himself. As he did so, he heard the officers mention the words 'truck driver' and 'oil accident'. Damien shook his head not wanting to believe what had happened, but it did.
That Christmas, Damien recalled his mother trying to make him happy, but nothing. Damien shook himself out of his nostalgic daze and snapped back into reality, not noticing that he had a single tear-drop running down his right cheek. He took a deep breath and exhaled, then looked at Nathaniel. "This is a very nice place your parents have here." he said, trying to should cheerful and happy, but probably doing a terrible job of it. -
*the last
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(DAMIEN IS GREAT TOO THOUGH OMG
this is a nice mix love it 10/10)
It was a strange sight to watch the other in some kind of daydream, seeing Damien's eyes cast elsewhere as he obviously recalled some sort of memory. Nathaniel's stomach dropped in a bout of anxiety upon seeing the male's tear run down his cheek in a single stream. He heaved in a deep breath. Most of the time, he could hardly handle his own psychological issues. Attempting to aid another person was new for him. As the other commented on the home in the forced, joyous tone, he unbuckled his seatbelt, turning fully towards Damien. "Is everything alright?" His voice was soft, almost as though he was trying to coax a feline to join him. That was the route he assumed he had to take-- act as gentle as possible. He tilted his head slightly as he waited for a response. -
(I'm trying to make Damien's character interesting xD It is a nice mix :3)
Damien looked at Nathaniel scared to tell him the truth, but he had to tell someone. "W-when I was twelve," he said, trying not to stutter in front of Nathaniel "near Christmastime, I got some...startling news." Damien took his hand and ran it through his hair as he took another deep breath. He was trying to tell Nathaniel this without breaking down or crying, but that might prove to be to much for him. "A-anyways, some cops arrived out our house and your house looks so much like...that house." Damien trying not to laugh at the use of words that came out of his mouth, but he did. "I guess I'm still not used to my dad being gone." As Damien said this, the porch light to the house came on and he could see two figures walk outside and motion them in. "I guess that's the welcome invitation to come on in." Damien opened the door to the car and stepped out on the cement drive-way. He decided to wait until Nathaniel walked toward them before he would. That way it wouldn't seem like he was imposing.
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