[open]Did we take this too far?

[Daimen Harvey Dahlstrom]

now i hear my mother from the deep
sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep

He had a weird sort of look about him. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly, and he wasn't average either. He was just a step above. He had pale green eyes, and ghost white hair which fell across his face in a sweeping manner. He was wearing, not a skin tight, but a decently tight black shirt and sagging gray skinny jeans with one studded black belt to hold them up. On his feet were pure white DC's and over his shirt was a small leather jacket with three quarter sleeves. Now, if only I had a venom mask... The boy thought, making himself somewhat laugh as he smoothed his hair, which was very soft to the touch now.

Spotting a small fountain, with benches surrounding it, Daimen went to take a seat. He'd been walking around for what seemed like forever and his legs were begging to be rested. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and his hands on the back of his neck. The sound of a flute reached his ears, and it was close. Sighing and rubbing the back of his neck, he sat up and looked around for signs of anyone that looked like a jester. Surprisingly, this one didn't look like that. He was dressed normally, almost. Just in all green. Daimen raised an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. It wasn't like the guy was bad or anything; hell, Daimen probably could never play flute like that, he was just annoying. A small smile found itself on his lips as the guy playing the flute passed and Daimen nodded politely before rolling his eyes and placing his head in his hands.

"Mother fuckers need to shut up." He muttered quietly to himself, before smirking and smoothing his hair again. He needed a hot girl, but where to find one? It's not like some random girl will just pop out of nowhere and say 'hey, have sex with me!' That would be the day Daimen would know he died and went to heaven. As he thought, it occurred to him: Damn I'm an asshole. He thought almost in surprise. Was he really that bad? It appeared so. Oh well, Daimen had trained himself not to care what others thought of him. He was an honest guy, was that not good enough?

with thou replant the plaster call
this and silence we seek to reborn

[dana alice hathaway]

her long curly blonde hair looked golden in the sunlight and her blue eyes stood out. she reapplied a layer of mascara before walking out of the bathroom. her heels clicked on the floor as she model walked in her very short white skirt- perhaps a little too short, but it showed her long, skinny, and tan legs- and rocked in her tight, light blue tank top that made her stomach seem flatter and her curves rounder and bigger. her cleavage was showing- not that she cared. it gave a reason for people to look at her. long, slender fingers went into her expensive purse and pulled out a pair of designer sunglasses. she put them on, hiding her stunning blue gaze. she looked around for her next victim. or lucky guy. however you want to put it.

it was no secret that she went through boys like used underwear. she had a reputation. and it wasn't necessarily a squeaky clean one. no. it was a dirty one. the typical bad girl type of one. she doesn't mind it though. it gives her attention. and she's always in the center of it all. she was the queen bee, no one could touch her or break her. she broke everyone else. she got whoever she wanted. whenever she wanted. with a click of her perfectly manicured nails, boys would line up for hours just to get a single kiss. the lucky ones, she spent the a night with. and it was enjoyable. both for the man and her. she liked it.

if the guy was really lucky, their one night stand turned out to be a relationships. a short one. only a few nights long. she broke up with him after she got tired of making out and having sex with just one guy. she was a flirt. a tease. a whore. a slut. whatever you want to call her. but damn, no one had more fun with their sex life than she did.

a smile showed up on her face as she saw the one she was looking for. someone new. someone somewhat attractive. and someone who seemed in need of a girl like her to spice of their life. she let out a high pitched giggle before walking straight toward the blonde boy. she lifted her sunglasses so that it would act like a headband, and batted her long, black, eyelashes. “hey pretty boy,” she said, “yeah. you.”

she walked up closer to him, examining his features. he looked older than her. maybe a good three years older. but he was attractive. that's all that mattered. she gave one of her sweetest smiles, before putting on hand on her hip. “are you doing anything tonight? cause, i think we should hang out, share a few drinks, and see where it leads us,” she said in a flirty voice, giving him a wink.

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