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Post by __little doLL on Jun 5, 2007 17:24:03 GMT -5
---------------------- [[--The Dr. of Love
is always in the loveliest of situations--]] So many people move in and out of the Mall often, who would notice when a slick black 2006 Chevrolet Corvette Z06 remains parked out in the parking lot for almost three hours? The windows were tinted intensely dark, and thus the inside was not visible. However, if you had seen the car pull in, you would know not a single door has been opened. The driver was still inside, whoever it may be. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than that, so no one had yet to bother. Even as the sun started sinking low, no one had seemed to have had a second thought on the car.
Arriving at around 6:22PM, it was now 9:34PM. The drivers' door finally opens and a man steps out. With a deep breath and a stretch toward Heaven, it is now obvious that the man had been asleep the entire time. The only curious thought would be that why would he have a nice car and not a nice home? He seemed fairly used to sleeping like this. How often he did so was unknown, of course. Though, if you look closely, maybe you've seen his face before?
Thin body, high cheek bones, and narrowed eyes indicate firstly his Asian background. He was tall for an Asian, standing at 5'8". Of course his clothes were a factor, as well. Shiny black vest and pants along with brown boots and accessories such as black wrist bands, chain bracelet, and not to mention his black fingernails. His hair, then, is an odd pink, purple, and black coloring. It was plain to see he took a lot of time to make himself look good, and he did. Whether he truly was pale, or if a tan skin lay beneath the makeup, no one knew. It didn't much matter, though, anyway.
Get it, now? With that mischievous smirk of his, doesn't he remind you of someone you may have seen on TV? Jordan Faulx Kacey, or better known as Dr. Kacey. Drummer of a small band, the death of the other band members, excluding the manager and her younger sister, sent fingers pointing to him in blame. He has yet to be found guilty, and those who have heard of him are on high alert. That is, if they're not on his side. There are a select few who vote him innocent, and then the many who don't even know his name. He likes those crowds best.
Shutting the door, this normally flirtatious man leans against the car and gazes around with his bright green eyes. Folding his arms, everything about him reads content, even when most people in authority despise him. If you do know him and his personality, you'd know that even though he prefers to keep hidden, he's always up for the excitement of someone who knows him, whether they hate him or not. He has always been one for drama. |
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Post by .unlogged// on Jun 10, 2007 19:22:11 GMT -5
The harsh steaming spray of water shot through the shower head, beating against a snow pale body. Instantly the water covered the youth's frame with steaming hot streams, however the young teens skin started to turn red as blood instantly rushed to his skin. Ah a nice shower was just what he needed to relieve the stress that had built up within him. With all the demands of other musicians, he was forced to listen and play by the way they wanted him to which wasn't always what he liked but that was Life for you. Lifting his head up to the spray of the water he allowed it wash over his face. Raising his slender digits he ran them over his almond shaped eyes, then down his long yet well blended nose, to his pale peach lips then down to his chin. His hair was strange. It seemed to be an almost white hue though it was really a pale blond. His bangs were cut so that it ended it just below his eye brow however it began to grow longer and slanted down to his chin covering his other eye. Streams of water leaked down his back, moving along with his shoulder blades and spine which weren't marred by scar tissue nor the common day inkings of tattoos. Taking his hair into his slender hands he pulled it back so that it gently splayed down to his mid back.
Reaching out from the spray of the shower head he took hold of the two knobs and twisted them, causing the water to stop. Soaking wet with beads of water dripping from his body the slender feminine youth grabbed a plain yellow towel from the hanger next to the shower curtain and wrapped it about his waist before he stepped out of the shower. A small smile spread over his lips as he dried himself off and slipped on some clothes. A pair of semi-tight red and black plaid pants clung from his lithe frame clinging to his hips then flaring out from the thighs then down to where they covered a pair of black platform boots. Underneath he wore checkered black and yellow knee socks. As for his upper half a tight black tee shirt clung to his upper half as he wore a pink and black striped long sleeved shirt underneath that. His nails were painted black as a few silver bands were worn on his fingers. He merely shook his head until he felt his hair was dry enough then ran a comb through it hastily before darting out the door. The sound of platform boots could be heard darting through the walkways of the Mall lazily not really having a set destination he just began to loiter. He saw no one that he really wanted to socialize with and continued to grin and walk. When the youth took a sharp turn he was confronted by a pair of older boys who only smirked down at him. Haru waved sheepishly and quickly walked away with a small frown. Geesh what was wrong with them?
After finding a few of his friends hanging around, Haru had gotten a slushy to enjoy for his walk home. He quickly scampered into the escalator giving the people inside of a grateful look, however when he peered inside he came face to face with the two boys he had ran into earlier. Haru went to step back but the doors closed behind him making a small squeak come from him as he felt his back hit the glass doors. Gaining a sheepish expression he mingled into the corner of the escalator only to have the two boys crowd around him. Lifting his head he shook it to clear away stray strands of his bangs and smiled up at the boys.
"Uhm..hello?"
The boys only smirked and passed glances with one another which made Haru confused until one of them leaned against him trailing his lips close to Haru's lips.
"Girl or not, we'll find out."
At this point Haru started to struggle and yelped as the youth took hold of his wrists and forced them against the glass only to shove his leg in between Haru's, restraining him more. Haru only blinked as he felt the other kiss and nip at his skin but he grew even more confused when the man stopped. Pulling away from Haru the youth spat and rammed his elbow into Haru's chest, causing the small framed boy to slide down the glass. Quickly the two boys pressed the button to the garage and took Haru's bruising frame only to carry him to what they thought was a deserted place in the parking garage. Slowly one of them started to lift Haru's shirt whilst the other restrained Haru's already bruised wrists over his head to the concrete. But just like before, the youth paused seeing the damage he had already inflicted. Haru's shoulder had been bruised heavily within a matter of moments and this seemed to freak out the teen.
"Go on."
The other boy snapped at his friend. With a sigh he shoved his friend and watched him dart back toward the escalator. Haru shut his eyes tightly feeling pain in his shoulder throb relentlessly. This had always happened to him as a child, basically ever since he could remember. He just figured he was highly sensitive. Feeling the youth straddle him Haru began to call out for help but this only angered the youth who was straddling him. Growling he grabbed the small framed boy and shoved him into the wall only to take off too. Haru whimpered and clasped a hand to his shoulder once again sliding slowly down the wall with his eyes closed. What had he done to deserve this? Another small whimper escaped him as he lowered his head to his bruised wrists but quickly he shut them feeling tears build along his eyes which were lined in a thin coat of eye liner. This normally didn't happen. What made him so weak? So fickle? [/center] |
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Post by __little doLL on Jun 10, 2007 20:52:17 GMT -5
Silence filled the parking garage. The fading of the boys' footsteps ceased as he left. Only the sound of the small, pale-blonde boy breathing seemed to echo in this lonely place. Possibly the beating of a heart? Or... Footsteps? Has the boy returned? No, these ones are calmer. A steady beat that weaves in and out of the cars. However, not a face to be seen as of yet. In fact, not even the presence of a body. But the fact that the boy was not alone anymore was evident. There was someone else.
"I hate people like that, don't you?" a face finally appears from behind a large truck. His appearance may have screamed "FREAK" had his glowing green eyes not looked so soft. His body seemed at ease, and his movements so smooth. He didn't seem as much of a threat as he may have if he were serious. This man, though, had a heart. He definitely had a heart.
"They really piss me off." And with that, he reached down a hand. Hopefully the kid wouldn't find him frightening. He was doing his best to seem friendly. Of course he was, but it was hard to change your appearance to friendly when you just weren't ion that good of a mood, now.
When the two boys had dragged this poor kid into here, he had slipped out of sight. Just listening to them made him sick. He would have stepped in, but that was Jordan for you. You never know what he had planned. What was going through his mind. He always had a reason for everything, though. |
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Post by .unlogged// on Jun 10, 2007 22:48:44 GMT -5
He hated this. He wanted to go home where he could see Min; where he could relax without being attacked for what he wore on his body; to just be held by his Foster Mother. Lifting his slender hands to his face he wiped his streaming tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand frowning and wincing slightly as he tried to pull himself to his feet. Finding that he lacked the energy to do so he used the wall and propped himself against it and slowly rose to his feet voicing a small whimper as he did so. Rummaging through the plaid pockets of his black and red pants he pulled out his small bright blue cellular phone. His eyes only stared coldly down at the blank screen, his black painted nails creating a contrast against the bright color of his cellular phone. Who could he call? If he called Home then his parents would have a fit and would never let him go out by himself alone anymore. They would cage and suffocate him, possibly even force him to give up drumming. No! Lowering his hand to his side he began to refuse possibilities of that happening but knew deep down that they would try. A pair of feet drew closer but this went unnoticed by Haru's ears however he released a small cry and pressed himself into the corner of the wall with his back turned toward a small white cat that had just darted past him. Slowly peeking over his shoulder seeing the cat pause before him he blinked and slowly crouched down to pet the small animal.
Scratching it behind it's ears Haru was able to gain his composure back returning to his old self in a matter of seconds. A small laugh escaped him as the white cat purred and rubbed it's head against Haru's knee only to pause and look over toward the cars seeming to hear the foot steps that Haru couldn't hear. Then in a flash the cat darted away quickly leaving Haru crouched on the ground with his slightly smeared eye liner. Wondering what had made the cat run so quickly he glanced over his shoulder and stood trying to peer past the many cars. However when he saw a young man he released a small startled gasp and backed right up into the corner again, dropping his cell phone out in front of him in the process. Hadn't he said something? Haru blinked trying to remember but chose not to answer growing weary of strangers at the moment. The man didn't seem like he meant any trouble but then again neither did those boys from earlier. Just thinking about what had happened to him moments before he placed his hand back over his shoulder biting on his lower lip to try and stifle the throbbing pain. He released another small cry seeing the man extend his hand but after a moment he peered over his shoulder flicking his hair out of his sheepish face as he slowly turned to face the man.
"Uhm..h-hello.."
Had this guy seen everything? O gods he hoped not! Maybe that was what the man wanted? Haru found himself getting paranoid but merely shrunk further away from the other only to reach out and poke the hand that was offered to him where he then quickly retracted his hand back to his side. This was certainly odd..
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Post by __little doLL on Jun 12, 2007 15:11:06 GMT -5
Finally came a wide, sincere grin. The boys' actions, in Jordan's eyes, were purely adorable. One trait that he was absolutely attracted to. For what reasons? Reasons dealing with his first true crush. Not the crushes that lasted only because of their looks. Shyness was an attribute Jordan loved most in others. Then again, that is probably not what he's told so many others. Though his outside views may change, there are still some things that never will.
"My utmost apologies. My name is Jordan Kacey, but my name tag most often reads Dr. Kacey. Though I am no doctor, it still has a nice ring to it, no?" He retracted his own hand as well. No reason to pressure him into telling his own name, so Kacey left it there with his own name. He was now relaxing much more. Thoughts on the two others who'd hurt this boy had left. He didn't like to dwell on such bad thoughts... Well, he didn't like to dwell on thoughts period. The reason he made his decisions quick and simple. No need to think on actions if there's a possibility you won't do them in the end. Where was the excitement in that?
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his car keys. With a quick nod of recognition, he smiled. "I forgot to lock up my car. Do you have a way of getting home?" Yes, he would ask if the boy was alright. He worried about his well-being. But if the boy was this paranoid, he would wait until the boy felt more comfortable. It would be easier if he was badly hurt to look at it as a friend rather than a complete stranger. Yeah, something like that. However Jordan thought of it. |
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