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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 20, 2011 23:53:50 GMT -6
The bushes rustled slightly as a dark-haired teen emerged from between them, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. The night made him appear paler than he was, his skin standing out against the blackness of his hair and wardrobe. He was thin, his pants low-riding on his hips. His shirt was cut off just below his rib cage, the edge of it jagged, one sleeve hanging over the edge of his shoulder. A red heard with an eight in the center could be seen on his hip, the end of the heart disappearing just below the waistline of his pants. His eyes were nearly as dark as the navy-black sky, standing out against his face. His mouth now clean of the sticky substance the warden had left on his lips, the boy tucked his hand into his pocket, moving away from the bushes, ignoring the sound of the leaves rustling as the warden he had previously engaged with left the area. Getting cigarettes for his service was just as good as money, and the warden he had “helped” was one Dareynn knew he could count on to get him what he wanted when he wanted it. Sure, blowing one of the men that kept him locked in this place was almost tacky, but…he wanted the little cancer sticks that his body was convinced that it needed. It was almost an ache, when he went without having them. He would tremble and shake, and he couldn’t do anything, it seemed like.
It was during one such time that the warden had set up their little agreement. One blowjob for two packs of cigarettes. Dareynn had been so desperate for the nicotine that he’d agreed almost instantly; had he been less shaky, he would have demanded more cigs. Since then he’d driven up the price, because the two packs where nowhere near what he would normally charge. As long as he got the things, though…he couldn’t complain. Much. At least the guy wasn’t bad-looking. That would make it unpleasant. As it was, the dark-haired teen didn’t mind blowing the guy. He didn’t shove his thing down Dareynn’s throat, as a lot of his previous customers had. Being able to do his job without nearly choking was definitely a plus. Not that he couldn’t go that far—he could. Just, when it was unexpected…that made it harder to control his gag reflex. And it made him feel a little like a low-class whore when guys did that. He was not low-class. Or a whore. He got paid, those ugly bitches didn’t.
Running his tongue over his teeth and lips, the boy frowned slightly. Even after countless times of swallowing some guy’s cum, it still left a nasty flavor in his mouth. At least, it did most of the time. There was the occasional guy that didn’t taste horrible, but they were few and far between. He wandered through the grounds, the weight of the cigarettes in his pocket a comfort. He had a lighter tucked away in his back pocket, along with the twenty dollars the warden had given him. The guy had only had a single pack of cigs with him, so Dareynn had made him pay twenty in cash as well. It was a bargain, really. A deal, even.
He waited until he was well away from the bushes before sliding the pack out of his pocket, all but tearing off the plastic the cigarettes were encased in, shoving it into his pocket. He yanked open the pack, slipping one of the thin white cancer sticks out and replacing the pack in his pocket before sliding out his tie-dyed lighter. Placing the cig between his lips, he flicked the lighter a few times before a small flame appeared, burning the end. He inhaled, feeling his body relax as the nicotine infiltrated his lungs. He’d need a new lighter soon, but he could deal with that later, when he wasn’t busy enjoying giving himself cancer.
He was just walking, minding his own business and sucking away at the cigarette, when he stumbled over…something. He didn’t know what it was, really. Just that it almost made him drop his precious little white stick. Luckily the object in question had been in his hand, not between his lips. If it had been in the latter place, it would have ended up on the ground, because he had gasped. At least he hadn’t completely fallen; then the cig would have been on the ground either way. He turned and glared at the thing he’d tripped over, slightly disappointed to realize that it was just the sidewalk. Damn cement, moving around on him.
Scowling, the thin teen went and leaned against one of the few light poles lining the path, his free hand resting in his pocket as the other lifted the cigarette to his lips, allowing him to take another drag. It relaxed him, shoving away any tension or worry he had felt earlier. He was unconsciously standing with his hips forward, a soft sort of pout on his lips. It was just a habit, standing that way. It attracted customers. And customers meant money. Money meant cigarettes. Cigarettes were pure bliss. Yes, it was a good habit. One he never really intended to break. He didn’t mind the sexual favors; he’d never really had someone he cared an awful lot about, so what was the point in trying to stay with one person? There wasn’t one, really. Until he found someone he figured he would be able to stand that long, anyway. Once he found that person, he could get all the sex he wanted from them and maybe they’d get him cigarettes, too. That would be amazing. Heaven, if such a thing existed. Excellence. A Utopia, if he was pushing it. But there was no need to push it, really, since he had no person that he liked in “that” way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2011 8:10:53 GMT -6
"Ugh, I gotta quit runnin from those fuckin coats, this shit is killin ma lungs.... damn bloaks. Ah well, at least I got away again" Ivan thought to himself as he launched himself into the nearest bush. They were relaxin ya know, bushes and such, they were like beds. E'cept the stabbin of the branches and such.... "suuuuuch..... suuuuuuuuccccchhhhh ch ch ch .... that's a damn funny word, it is."
"I really need new threads these ugly fuckers are fallin off a me."Ivan said as he looked down at the shirt ripped at the belly button from jumping the barb wire and the jeans that are now shorts from those fuggin dogs... yea, fuggin dogs.
"Anyways, time for some shut eye, if those damn coats come I'll just rip um a new one," he thought to himself "yea sounds ligit." As the teen started to doze off he wondered what the hell happened to his old life, I mean it's not like he liked it in any way, sort, shape, or form, but like how did he end up HERE? It's just such an odd and off place, the stars were pretty out here though. And then the tall stick shaped teen fell asleep with little to no hesitation... for once.
"BLOODY LIVING FUCKING HELL!" Ivan screamed in his head as it seems like something just tried to tear his ankle off, he didn't dare make a fucking sound as to not wanting to be caught by the coats. Ivan slowly looked out of the bushes the best he could without being seen, he wasn't to good at that usually, but it was sum tiff with cigs.... "Bloody hell I'm running into darling young men everywhere." He said under his breath.
This child looked like a god with amazing blue eyes to die for and a sexy hi-cut shirt with sagging pants, and oh my sweet god the bloaks abs were godly. Maybe Ivan could sneak up and get a feel of um .... yea that seemed like a great idea! The bugger was just leanin against a pole like a hooker he didn't see why he couldn't ... And for some odd reason the boy kept licking his lips in between drags.... weirdo. [/blockquote]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Feb 13, 2012 10:55:09 GMT -6
The thoughts about feeling something more than just regular feelings for someone drifted away with the next exhalation of cigarette smoke, dissipating into the air without so much as a "Well, maybe there's one person..." There was no one Dareynn felt so strongly about, at least in a romantic sort of way. There were people he hated. Oh, were there people he hated; tons and tons of them, for sure. He probably wouldn't even be able to count them all, if he even cared enough to try.
The boy brought the cigarette back to his mouth, his lips closing around the filter as he let it sit there, not really inhaling for a moment. Just sort of...being there... It felt good to just let his mind sort of vacate his body once in a while. On instinct he inhaled after a moment, though the vacant feel didn't go away. Living was more trouble than it was worth, sometimes. Most of the time, actually. The only reason he kept at it was for the feeling of pure bliss cigarettes gave him. Maybe that's what falling in love--he had to force himself not to laugh out loud--felt like. Cigarette bliss.
He could only imagine it was so sweet.
The dark-haired boy let his hand fall to the side, exhaling through his nose, the grey-white cloud of smoke drifting away with the wind. It had been a while since he'd done more than blow guards or patients for things he wanted or favors he needed done. He was, in a sense, sexually frustrated. It seemed like that was all people ever wanted from him nowadays: a blowjob. Despite not really being in the business he was for the sex, it was something that made it better. Made it easier when he really started thinking about things. Then again, wasn't that why he had picked up smoking in the first place? To make it easier. Yeah, that was why. It had been so long since he'd started the habit he'd almost forgotten why he had started. He didn't really want to think about it.
But now that train of thought was open, letting whatever was going to drift into his mind do so. Way back, way, way back...he'd only been twelve at the time, if not younger than that. It was his first night out without him watching over Dareynn's every move. Dareynn had felt free, like his leash had been cut and he could wander. A woman had approached him. Tall, lanky, beautiful. Graceful. The dark-haired teen remembered being shocked that she would pick him, a scrawny, pale child that knew little of the profession he'd been forced into. He knew he was inexperienced; it didn't take a genius to know that. But he had to get better at what he did, or The Boss would...well, he hadn't been entirely sure, since people that displeased him just kind of vanished, without anyone ever talking about them again. The woman was the one who had started his smoking habit. She'd come to him, night after night, for months. She always smoked after. It was at the end of the first week that she offered Dareynn a cigarette. He'd accepted it, and had been smoking ever since.
If he had to think of someone he had truly cared about, it would be her. She hadn't done anything for him, really, other than teach him what, he supposed, he was "supposed" to know. He felt no love for her, but instead simply came to expect her to show up and take him off to whichever hotel or house she deemed suitable for the night. They never did anything where it was dirty, like other customers did. She'd always wanted it clean. Dareynn had, in a way, enjoyed the cleanliness. The dirt and cement didn't bother him too much, though. Sex was sex, and working was working. Shit happened.
Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he exhaled sharply through his mouth, smoke billowing out into the air. He threw the thoughts away, shaking his head slightly as he tapped off the ash that had accumulated on the end of his cancer stick. In the silence that followed, the boy heard the bushes rustle. The guard should have been long gone by now...who was there?
"Hey," he called in the general direction of the bush, cigarette halfway to his mouth. "What'd'ya want?" Granted, that was not how he was going to get a customer, but currently he didn't care. He didn't like people staring at him. It felt too much like The Boss was watching him again, tracking every move the blue-eyed boy made.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2012 9:21:25 GMT -6
The tall and lanky figure of the boy laid as silent as he possible could to get a better look at the intense eyes of the shadowy young man perched precariously on the light pole. Who did he think he was and why couldn't Ivan be like that? Genetics are unfair man. "Wonder why he ain't movin' none, he's sittin there all cocky and such! Bet the bloaks really not all that cool, yea! Just a foreign beggar douche bag who thinks he's tough shit!" Ivan thought to himself, but in all honesty couldn't help but want to get to know him. There was just something so mysterious about this deviant that he wanted to know what was going on. Why wasn't he hiding from the damn bloody coats? What made this fuckin' bloak so special?
As Ivan say there in the bushes staring at the intrepid boy as if he was the worst, yet sexiest threat he had ever seen he saw the boy snap out of his daydreaming phase. "Hey," he called looking right at Ivan, cigarette halfway to his mouth. "What'd'ya want?"
"Ah bloody fucking hell! The goddamn bloak found me!" Ivan cured in a low tone so harsh he could almost feel the cruel edges of the words ripping apart his tongue. As he had blatantly run out of options on what to do seeing as he had been found he did the only logical thing, he stepped out of the bushes to face the oncoming foe, "Ello lovely, I'm your worst nightmare, and belief' me, you will LOVE every fuggin second o' me boy'o." Ivan said with a smile that seemed to stretch a little to far across his face.
"The fuck you doing out here and why the HELL arn't those damn coats chasing you?! They already tried to grab Mr. fuggin' White, guessin you know about him yea? Great bloak! don't fuggin like new people too much but I'm figurin' ya might know him, on the accountability that he loves the tall smexy ones like yous."
Ah, if this man knew Mr. White he knew he could trust him.... Although for some odd reason no one ever seemed to see the damn fuggin huge rabbit just sitting der in ta room... I mean COME ON bloaks! Look the fuck around once and a while! [/blockquote]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Oct 22, 2012 10:13:56 GMT -6
The cigarette continued it's way to his mouth, Dareynn's pale lips pursing around it. He inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled again before the bush answered him. Finally, the person watching him would give him some answers. At least they hadn't run away in fear. Occasionally, someone had watched him and, upon being called out, had run away. He'd gone hungry more than just a few nights for doing things like that and losing customers. One time doing that had almost gotten him arrested. The last time, it had gotten him arrested. And then he'd been tossed in this dump.
Dareynn flicked the ash from his cigarette with little interest, letting it fall to the cement near his feet. He drew himself upright in a fluid movement, rolling his body forward and away from the pole. Listening quietly to what the other said, Dareynn resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Worst nightmare? Not in a thousand years. There could be nothing worse than the wrath of The Boss, especially if He ever found Dareynn again. Getting caught was one of the biggest mistakes you could ever make.
He let a small smile light on his lips, batting his long lashes. "I don't think you're anything close to my worst nightmare, honey. You seem more like my best dream." He winked, setting the cigarette to his lips again. He left it there, the hand he had been holding it with previously going to brush through his dark locks. He blew the smoke out through his nose, slowly, savoring the stinging burn it left behind.
The last bit, though, confused him. Mr. White? The name was so familiar. Was that the name of one of the Coats? No. Couldn't be. They didn't have "Mr." (or any other sort of formality) attached. Most of them refused to give their names. But it was a familiar name. Had he met someone here, by that name? Or perhaps had he just dreamed it?
"A Mr. White? It sounds...familiar." He didn't want to go too much into detail. What if this guy decided that, because Dareynn knew Mr. White, that Dareynn wasn't worth the time it took to get to know him?
Suddenly, just at the edge of Dareynn's field of vision, he saw a flash of white. Unable to resist the urge to turn his head, he looked. He made the movement fluid, like he didn't really care what was over there. It was just something to look at. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, frowning as he blew smoke rings into the air. It was almost gone. He tapped the ash off again, this time flicking it toward the grass. "I know a lot of things," he said.
He took one last long drag from the cigarette, savoring it. He could feel the rest of the pack safe in his pocket, his lighter safely in the other. Yes, this one was ending, but at the same time he was comforted by the knowledge that he had more. He let it fall from his fingers down onto the sidewalk. He ground it out with his foot before turning his eyes back to the stranger.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 0:10:39 GMT -6
The boy smashed his cigarette out and slowly look in the general direction of me, "fuggin' hell, aspose I gotta come outa this damn rose bush." "So I suppose you're in here for being a fucking loony like the rest of da fuggin' bitches in this place but I'm kinda just expectin' to get the fuggin', 'Oh I'm not nuffin like that you got me all wrong you stupid fucking idiot' Well, let me tell you, that's what they all say and it ain't ever fuggin' true, there ALWAYS ALL loony as fuck." I just kinda snicker t myself as I look at the handsome boy in awe, "God, he's fuggin smexy." I started pullin the little thorns and needles from my shirt and pants trying to act non-Chantilly as I possibly could, he didn't seem too fuggin' interested in me, so why should I give a fuck bout him... even if I did want him.
Okay, so goal here is to find the fuggin reason this hot mess is sittin out here without me! I know I hate bein lonely, I should give him some company, yes, everyone fuggin LOVES me, perfect! "Welp pretty boy, I'm here for your loving attention and company!" He can't say no... well, I won't let the bloak, but same thing!
I casually walked over to the point was standing hoping I wasn't going to be mauled in the process of approaching him, the kid was a lot taller then me, unf. "Can I bum one-a your smokes, I'll getcha back mate?"
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Dec 15, 2012 0:49:19 GMT -6
Dareynn raised an eyebrow as the other teen started going off about how everyone there was, despite what they said, actually "loony." He let the other finish speaking about everyone else and their claims of sanity before he tried to throw his own opinion into it. At least the guy was out of the bushes now. "I never said anything about being sane. Where I'm from, what I've done... None of me is sane." He smiled a wicked-looking half-smile, the pain of everything buried so long ago it almost didn't even exist anymore. It just was.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the other stepped closer, obviously trying to flirt. "Trying" being the operative word in that sentence. "I don't fool around for free," Dareynn said flatly, eyes running down the boy's figure and back up. He wasn't bad looking. Definitely one of the better ones. But, being in this asylum, Dareynn doubted he could pay. And if the guy could pay... Where the fuck was he getting the money?
At the mention of sharing cigarettes, Dareynn almost hit something. Share his cigarettes? After what he had to do to get them? That guard was fucking nasty. And his cum tasted like shit. There was no way he was going to give up one of his cigs! Stupid little fucker, thinking sharing was okay... "I only have three left," Dareynn said as calmly as he could manage. He slipped the pack out of his pocket, shaking it. The three cigarettes rattled around on the inside, proving what he said was true. Hell, it wasn't even a new pack. Dareynn had to keep the old box and put what the guard gave him into it. He shrugged and slipped the pack back into his pocket, flicking his fringe from his face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 12:32:46 GMT -6
The boy seemed really down to business and wanted nothing to do with Ivan other then the fact of bein' really fuggin annoying to him. "Alight, fine buddy, I'll pay ya in fuggin smokes, how much ya want, cuz I fuggin got what you need bud, they're back at my place." He figured if all he had to do to fuck the bloak was to offer up a couple of his fags then that was all fine and dandy with him. "Come on, I feel like I owe ya after creepin, I mean, I guess." Ivan thought hesitantly... Is he actually inviting some random tosser back to his place... This was unheard of, even in his own head. "Plus it's fuggin chilly out mate and I doubt you really wanna be spending all night out here, just as long as you don't touch mah stuff and come in wipin down your shoes and such, you're welcome to tag along." Ivan wasn't really sure why he was even saying all of this shit.. He's never this nice to anyone, but it seemed like something was pulling him close and closer to the stick of a boy that was standing in front of him, the daft little fuck with those amazing eyes saturated in the dark moonlight, lit by the incandescent false flame of the street light. He looked fuggin' stunning. Ivan realized that he had now been staring at the boy mouth a fuckin gape for a couple a seconds... god, musta looked like a lost fuggin' bloak findin his true love or all of that bull shit. Ivan quickly snapped to attention and dug deep into his left pants pocket, he pulled out smokes and a lighter, "Here, peace treaty." He said as he handed the boy one whilst lighting one up himself. "I'm Ivan, who and how the bloody fuggin' hell are you my boy!?" Yea, me and this fuck in front of me, we're gonna be close, whether he knows it or not, they're gonna be BEST fuggin' mates, and maybe even better mates in the sack if everything goes as planned and this boys as much of a fairy as he seems. Before the boy could respond Ivan blurted out, "You're names fairy boy, deal with it." [/blockquote]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Dec 20, 2012 14:32:16 GMT -6
Dareynn was a little more than annoyed when the guy--who introduced himself as Ivan--pulled his own cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. That didn't stop Dareynn from accepting the cig that was offered to him, though. He wasn't stupid, a cigarette was a cigarette. He was fine with burning through this guy's, so long as he didn't have to share his, especially since the warden hadn't given him a time for their next "meeting."
The offer of going back to the other boy's place was, in the simplest way, jumbled and confusing, but Dareynn got the point. Ivan laid out rules, like a lot of them usually did--though most of the time, when rules were laid out, it was about what to do to avoid angry significant others bursting in and throwing things. Those rules usually involved Dareynn hiding under the bed or in a small, confined space, or throwing himself out a window. Thank whatever god there was that he'd only encountered those situations a few times. (Well, okay, maybe it leaned closer to fifty or sixty times, but compared to the number of times he'd been hired... It really wasn't that many.)
He took his first drag from the cigarette as he nodded his consent to go to the Ivan's "place." He raised an eyebrow when he was named Fairy Boy. "No," he said flatly. "My name is Dareynn." There was a certain finality to his tone, a don't-fucking-argue-with-me set to his jaw. His blue eyes blazed like flames, daring an argument.
Sure, it had been a while since he'd done much more than give out blowjobs. Did he want something more? Maybe. It felt weird, going so long without being beneath or over someone, closer to them than was almost physically possible. Did he ever enjoy it? ...No, not really. He'd never been attached to people. When he was younger a woman had helped him, sort of, but if anything, she had been like an older sister. But she was dead now. Gone. And all Dareynn had were the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet, and that was all he felt he needed. Who wanted to be so attached to a person, anyway? Dareynn himself knew how common cheating on your significant other--whether the two were married or not--was. He had often been the one cheated with. If the person was willing to pay, he figured, why not?
He ashed his cigarette before taking another drag, the little white stick balanced between his pointer finger and middle finger, like he'd seen so many women do. He didn't care that some of his habits were feminine; it was just...how he was. People could deal with it or get the fuck away from him. "Well?" he said, raising one thin black eyebrow impatiently. "Are we going or not?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 13:40:40 GMT -6
"Alright, yea we can go now." Ivan looked the boy over once more, he still had no idea why the hell he trusted this random tosser so much, hopefully this shit doesn't come back and bite him in the ass.... As they were nonchillantly walking back to Ivan place he just decided that maybe now was the perfect time to tug answers out of the boy before god knows what the hell goes down in his room.
"So fairy boy, what brings you out and about walking for a midnight stroll in the fuggin' nutter house? I mean, coarse I was doin it, but last time I checked I was hidin from stuffs, you were just off somewhere tuggin it wernt ya..."
"Stupid boak!" Ivan thought to himself "You're supposed to keep him around not fuggin taunt him!" Ivan then proceeded to rip at his hair but stopped when realizing that the marvelous boy could be staring at him. "So Dorian, I figure you probably think I'm a nut too, but I'm not. Mr. White just says he's keeping me in here for safety and so no one hurts me again..."
Again... man Ivan hated that word, the fact that if something bad had happened in the past he thought he should not have to deal with it again, and he couldn't take it... but at times it hurt... When he first got here, he had a friend, it was amazing. Oddly enough, Ivan missed that beautiful girl, it was a shame that she had to take a long nap. He wished he could have tucked her in goodnight instead of Mr. White telling him of her little nap time... But, she left and Mr. White said she wouldn't wake up for a long time... "Even though she's still there it feels like I'm all alone and abandoned just like always." Ivan whispered under his breath. "They always leave..."
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Dec 21, 2012 15:31:23 GMT -6
Dareynn went along with Ivan, taking the occasional drag from the cigarette in his fingers. He bit his tongue when Ivan called him Fairy Boy again. After all, Ivan was now a paying customer... He'd been called worse by customers, that was for sure.
"Dareynn," was the instant reply when Ivan called him Dorian. He hated it when people got his name wrong. "And I do business with one of the wardens." He glanced sidelong at Ivan. "I suppose you could say he is who supplies me with my cigarettes." He used his free hand to move his fringe from his face, annoyed by the strands of hair that were jabbing into his eyes. "And I've seen people more insane than you." He'd done business with them, too. Part of him had said that out of politeness, but it was true. There were some rather...interesting people in Los Angeles and the surrounding area.
"Do you wander around at night often?" He ashed his cigarette before taking another drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs and sit there for a moment before he exhaled through his nose. He'd always loved doing that, despite the slight burn he felt. It made him feel magical, in a way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 11:00:34 GMT -6
"Well yea, I go 'ere an there, all around, where ever I want cha' know?" Ivan sputtered out, "The coats think they got me but they don't know the think I know, these walls are seepin' with secrets and ways to get around." Ivan grabbed the small chrome door knob that was glistening in the moon light, "'ere we is, ain't nothin big and coats don't let me keep a whole lotta shit." Which was a total understatement on Ivan's part. He had more shanks and guns stashed then a Swedish Armory although the room looked pretty bare, it had a blank hospital bed that Ivan never touched since they strapped him down to it... He HATED that bed, it's more of a fuckin' prison then this place. In the far left corner there was a pile of bean bags for, if ever, Ivan decided to lay down in his room, they were black and beaten, poked full of holes, and the closest thing he had to home. He got them from an old friend years ago and tried to kill any guard that came near them. Finally, he had his huge mound of cigarettes, stacked full high to the fuggin' ceiling and with more hidden in the walls of any kind you could ever want! "Here Deratio, all the smokes you want, enjoy." Ivan flopped on the bean bags, a slight tremble of intimidation from the tall sleek figure standing in front of him. "You're beautiful."
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Jan 15, 2013 14:54:28 GMT -6
"That they are," Dareynn said, his cool blue eyes shifting from Ivan to the surrounding area. There were so many ways to get from one place on the grounds to another, and Dareynn was finding new ones and forgetting them all the time. Sometimes he didn't even realize he'd taken a different way until he'd left it hours ago. Drawing out a map of the place would certainly be difficult--but useful. He tucked the idea away for later, something to do in his spare time when he was bored.
He finished the cigarette just before they went inside, stepping on the butt to make sure it was out. No need to set the place on fire, really. At least here was better than there.
When they reached Ivan's room, Dareynn thought he had died and gone to whatever afterlife the people who were good went to. The ones who weren't like him. Well. Maybe it was a sort of Hell, considering the amount of nicotine stacked along the wall, but to Dareynn it was amazing.
"Dareynn," he corrected again, his voice holding more annoyance than venom this time. He paced the length of the sparse room as Ivan flopped down onto the beanbags, eyes taking in the things around him. He felt weird, just going into Ivan's room to take his cigarettes. Not that he clearly didn't have enough to share with the whole facility and then some, but still. Granted, Dareynn doubted he was getting them for free. Nothing was really free.
He stopped moving at the compliment, shifting his fringe out of his face. Beautiful, him? He had to suppress the urge to laugh. A borderline anorexic, he would not consider himself beautiful. That, and he certainly had his fair share of scars. Though they weren't all together. One here, one there. Separated. Too many cuts in one place and clients grew uninterested. Hell, half the time, he didn't even have to do the harm himself. All he had to do was piss of a client, which was certainly easy enough.
It took Dareynn a moment to realize he hadn't said anything. "Thank you," he forced himself to say, automatically falling into the role that had been drilled into him since he was six. Turning toward Ivan, a convincing--yet fake--playful smile flitted over his lips as he came nearer to Ivan. He paused just in front of the beanbags, slowly getting down onto his knees. He lifted his eyebrow, an expectant look settling itself on his features. "Well?" he asked. He might as well find out what Ivan wanted from him now rather than fumble around like a moron, right? Might as well get it over with.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 15:10:49 GMT -6
The boy leaned down to Ivan on his knees and gave him a look which he didn't know what it meant. "Well" he said staring at Ivan ......Well what? What MORE did the bloak want?! "Ummm.... fresh clothes in the closet?" Ivan said pointing behind the stacks of smokes. Man, if only he could get this bloak to lay with him, he missed the company of people, and the tears and gashes in the walls showed it, too.
"I mean, ya can take anything ya want, I don't really care anymore, ya see. Everyone's gone in my life, nothins o' value to me." ...wait.... Ivan quickly grabbed a small square box off of his desk before the tall man could see it, Ivan couldn't let him have it.... It was the one thing in the world that is a reminder that in this place there is an escape, not from the walls, but from the insane and the deranged that call this place home.
"Yea.... take anything ya fuck." Ivan could feel the eyes of the man glaring at the box, judging, wanting it more then Ivan... "What do you want with me?! I brought you hear for smoke why the bloody 'ell are you fuggin' staring at ME!?! I'M NOT WHAT YOU CAME FOR, I NEVER AM!!" Ivan took a deep breath and just started to sob, he wasn't able to help himself, he had no idea what came over him.... He laid there, fucking destroyed for no reason holding the "camera" he'd gotten so long ago.... "This is mine, it needs to be the boys, but it's mine now.... I stole it and gave it back.... I shouldn't have it..." Ivan thought to himself, "I SHOULDN'T HAVE IT!"
He thrust the box into Derek's hands full force, "Keep this and don't fuggin lose it! Keep it, it is EVERYTHING! It's all my past ever fuggin was and all my future will ever think about, it was the one I fuggin loved, and so help meh god, you scratch that box and I will rip your FUGGIN' arms off!" The sound in Ivan's own voice was like nothing he's ever heard before, it had such a low tone to it, it almost seemed as if he was growling like a wolf protecting it's young.... "What do ya' want." [/blockquote] [/left]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Jan 15, 2013 19:00:40 GMT -6
Dareynn felt a frown start to work it's way onto his face and forced it away. That was not how this "making the customer happy" thing worked. He shook his head slightly as Ivan began to talk, saying, "Who needs clothes?" They were just things. And unless Ivan had some weird fetish, Dareynn was just going to assume they wouldn't be needing clothes at all. Or, at least, Ivan wouldn't.
It only took Dareynn a few seconds more to understand that Ivan had no idea what Dareynn had meant--also meaning he more than likely had no idea what Dareynn was. He felt his stomach twist painfully. He hadn't felt this way since...since then. Since he'd known he hadn't made as much as he was supposed to make and he was going to be in trouble. Big trouble. And that trouble always hurt like hell.
The years he'd spent hiding and disguising his emotions kept his face blank now, when Ivan was all but yelling at him. Hurt and shock flashed through his eyes for a brief moment, and then was gone. He forced his gaze to the ground, his dark hair falling over his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, but wasn't sure Ivan heard him. "I thought..." But Ivan cut him off. Dareynn didn't come here for him? What? Why else would he have come?
Confusion made him frown, though he kept his gaze down. "I didn't say I didn't come here for you," Dareynn answered quietly, keeping his voice as submissive as he could make it without really trying to. Sounding like a smart alek or defiant was a sure way to get hit and yelled at more, in his experience.
When Ivan shoved the box-like thing into his hands, Dareynn all but fell back onto his ass. He held the box, wide-eyed, as Ivan talked, his hands increasingly shaking. Finally, when Ivan threatened to tear off his arms, Dareynn had to force himself not to throw the box back at the boy. He set it down and pushed himself back with his foot, automatically wrapping his arms around himself tightly, his nails digging into the skin his shirt didn't cover.
Not that pain again. No. A cold, gut-wrenching fear ripped through him, draining the blood from his face and his ducked his head, hiding as much as he could from Ivan. He could still feel it. The way he had grabbed him, held him off the ground by just his arm...had yanked until his shoulder had popped out of it's socket. How he had kept yanking until Dareynn blacked out. Had left Dareynn to put his shoulder back into place himself. How it still hurt, sometimes, if he had to use his left arm to lift something really heavy or if he had to hold himself up with it. "You're useless to me. Replaceable. Don't forget that."
No, he never, ever would. He wasn't worth anything, not really. "I thought..."
"You don't get to think!"
[/b] "...th...at...you got it... That I'm..." Dareynn grimaced into his knees, somehow reluctant to say it out loud. To admit he was a dirty, useless whore. That he slept with whoever wanted him, whether he really wanted to do it or not. "I'm a...prostitute..." The last word was barely whispered, Dareynn's lips hardly moving. He'd never actually said it out loud before.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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