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[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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"Ninety twenty four six cans of poppp on the porchhhh!" Oh God. This was not good. Davin swaggered his way through the park which was now a crime in itself. Park closed at sunset and here he was a drunken, high fool who was just doing as he pleased, not giving a shit about anyone or anything. The large clear bottle of Absolut was clutched in his hand and he couldn't manage to get his hand in his pocket long enough to pull out the small baggie full of shitty quality cocaine. It wouldn't have made much of a difference but with the way he was trashed, he wouldn't have cared. He looked around and went to take a step but wasn't paying any attention to the slide right in front of him and tripped over it, landing on his back.

"Ughhhhhh" he grumbled, putting the bottle to his lips. "Sliiiiiiiiiiiiides!" he chirped as he lowered it and laughed at was apparently nothing. Poor kid didn't know which way was up anymore. His back was on the ground and his legs were up on the slide and he was lying at an angle, just staring at the darkening sky. It was sad how things had come to this for him, how he had nothing more and nothing better to do other that this pathetic display.[/center][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[esmerelda starr]

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It was probably bad for Esmerelda to be out in the park after sunset - she was already breaking a law. Woops. First law she'd broken in her life, I'll tell you that much. Still, Es needed something to do...something to keep herself busy with. Galion was such a small and boring town, and she had already finished all of any possible work. Ever. Was there anything to do here? It didn't look like it. She missed New York. She missed her family, her friends. Everything was different here...somewhat calm, apart from the stupid clique war thing going on. There was never any traffic, never anything to keep Esmerelda busy...it was nothing like New York. Yeah, it was going to take her a while to get used to this change in location.

So here she was, dressed in a pair of jeans, a black collar t-shirt, and a black-and-pink peacoat. Her hands were buried in her pockets and her breathing was uneven with all the cold. She focused on the ground below her, walking at a fast pace until she heard some kind of noise coming from the playground. She halted and turned around to see someone falling over a slide. She shook her head and began walking toward them, her head cocked to the side as she looked down at him. "Sir, are you okay?"

[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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It was actually sad how this boy's life had completely fallen down the drain. So much had just gone on and he couldn't have slavaged it at all. He wanted to, though. He really, really wanted to. More or less, he needed it or else he was going to end up somehow killing himself. Maybe it would have been better for the world if it didn't have to deal with Davin Rehbien. He was just a sad, pathetic excuse for a human being and no one could help him. It saddened the sober version of himself but when he was like this, he could have cared less. It wasn't that big of a deal if no one cared about him because he didn't care about them either so if they wanted to leave him to rot, he would be just fine with that. He was so tired of people pretending like they gave a damn about him when all they ever cared about was themselves. It was so frustrating to him because no one ever made up their minds about things and they were always flip floping around, never knowing what they wanted or where they were going. They needed to just choose something and stick to it.

His thin, bare arms were being eaten away at by the winter air but he didn't know different to change into something before he had left. Instead, he was in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans with a headband on his head. There was so many things wrong with him that it was for sure hard to just be alright again. He often had nightmares about the things that plauged him but he just drank or snorted or smoked them away. It was so much easier that way. He was humming to himself when he saw someone appear over him and start talking. He just watched her for a long moment and pursed his lips. "Ma'am, I'm oh-kay!" he replied, bearing his teeth in what was meant as a smile. He put the bottle to his lips and took a long tug off of it before lowering it again. "You got a name, ma'am?" he asked, scrunching up his face before sneezing. "Ewwie."

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[esmerelda starr]

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I guess Esmerelda was pretty much the exact opposite of Davin - first off, she wasn't a guy - haha. She had had a perfect life, that is true. She never doubted that she had a life people would kill for. She knew she had it better off than most people - but she wasn't like that in a cocky way. Yeah, she appreciated everything in her life and knew she had it good - but the last thing she would do was brag. She was nice to everyone - a sweetheart, if you will. She never treated anyone badly unless they started it first...even then, she still wouldn't show them the same attitude unless it was continuous day in and day out. And suicide - oh man, that was the last thing on her mind. She would never think about doing that, no matter how bad things got.

She could never do that to her family. See, that's another thing: Esmerelda was caring. Maybe a little too caring for her own good. That was pretty obvious though, right? I mean, come on. Here she was, standing over a complete stranger, and something about her wanted to help him. That's Es for you: caring little trooper. She smiled down at him, squatting down beside him, her long, gorgeous red hair almost brushing against his arm. "I'm Esmerelda." She said in a quiet voice. It didn't cross her mind to ask him his name: was he really going to remember it...or any of this for that matter? "Here, let me help you up." She said, standing again and holding a hand out for him.

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[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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Honestly, Davin would have given everything he owned to have a perfect life, or at least one where he still had his parents back. Or his sister even. He missed her more than he would ever let on because then it showed the world dependency. It showed that he needed someone toher than himself in his life and people wouldn't think that he was who he was cracked up to be. He needed his tough front or he wouldn't be able to command respect in the ways he did now. He knew that people were often on their toes around him because he was like a small twig that could snap under the slightest bit of stress. It was scary on some occasions because it was rough to deal with and a little on the unexpected side. And when he did break, it was usually a full on explosion and he was yelling and screaming and swinging and sometimes, when he got overly angry, he was known to collapse and black out. Yikes.

Davin didn't care about anyone but himself. He didn't have anyone to care about anymore, no mom, no dad, no Daniella, no anyone. It was nothing to him anymore and he was quickly learning that no one gave a damn about him either. He had gotten berated by a complete stranger for Christ's sake. He was just trying to drink himself into a coma or something so that he would never have to deal with the pain he had to deal with every morning when he saw the light of day. He was tired of hurting that bad every single day of his life. He looked up at her and blinked a few times. "Essssssmerrreldaaa!" he chirped, standing up shakily while he leaned against her, draping his arm over her shoulders, though she was considerably shorter than he was. "Yerr nota bizzzz arrre you? Cause I think I know a girl with yerr name and she's like osssscar da garouch!"

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[esmerelda starr]

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The only time Esmerelda felt really horrible was when she let her temper have the best of her. Her temper wasn't that difficult to deal with - she didn't punch anyone or anything, but she did scream. A lot. I know, it doesn't sound that horrible, and it isn't, but when you're a girl like Es and you scream at someone, you feel pretty bad. No, not pretty bad. Really bad. That's why Es tried to stay away from anything that would piss her off in even the slightest way - like this stupid war that was going on. Davin's opinions on it had gotten her a little angry earlier today, but it wasn't like she could change anything. All she could do was deal with it, she guessed.

It was people like Davin who also made Esmerelda feel..sad. People who didn't care about anyone, people who thought no one cared about them. She always got so sad when people acted that way, when they said those things...especially if they were one of her friends. Davin wasn't a friend, no - not now, anyway, but still, if he told her he didn't care and no one cared for him, she'd probably die. Anytime anyone spoke like that, Es got the funny twist feeling in her stomach. She felt him lean against her and she tried to keep both of them standing, listening to him talk and shaking his head. "No, I'm not a biz." She said warily. Well, now she knew she was talking about her. But who was he?

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[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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Davin was known to be a ticking time bomb that could possibly explode at any given moment and it was not good when that happened. He lost control and usually ended up throwing things across the room and breaking things and just melting down. He didn't have any control like some people did and he lost it completely when he was upset. It sucked because sometimes, on rare occasions, he actually felt bad about it but then on others, he knew that the person got what they deserved. Then again, no one deserved to feel the wrath of a pissed off Davin Rehbien. He was known to make girls cry, especially when they denied him what he wanted but he was never overly pushy. He wasn't going to rape them or anything, he wasn't that crude. He just didn't like being put off, it wasn't a very redeeming feeling for any guy.

See, though, Davin didn't think that no one cared about him, he knew that no one cared about him. He was just an overall waste of human life and he didn't care what happened to him. He needed Daniella back in his life to straighten him out but that would never happen. She was probably off in the world all happy living her life like things were perfect and he was here rotting away to nothing. And he was supposed to give a damn about anything? Yeah, I don't think so. He had gotten through with so much apathy that he was done trying any different. His life was a hellhole but it was a comfy hellhole that he would enjoy dying in. He looked down at her and offered a shaky thumbs up. "Good. Cause she wass a grumpy pants. Somfin about blah blah blah moving things are wrong and allthiiss stuff. Eye dee kay about herr, tho" he slurred, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to keep on his feet while talking to her.

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[esmerelda starr]

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Esmerelda had only thrown one major temper tantrum. It was just last year, and for some reason, she couldn't remember why she had gone so overboard. All she could remember was that she cried a lot, and it was back in Palm Springs. She could also remember it was at some party, and she was literally screaming over the music and was crying and threw something - like a chair. It was a little weird, being able to remember that she threw a tantrum, but not being able to remember why. It made her feel incomplete; dumb even. Maybe it wasn't a big deal, maybe she had just blown it out of proportion, like she usually did. She wouldn't be surprised.

Esmerelda listened to Davin slur on and on again and she heaved a sigh. Yeah, this must have been Davin - the guy she had met on MSN. Or do you suppose it was just a coincidence that he knew a girl named Esmerelda who talked about the same things she did? Yeah, I don't think so. Es suddenly felt awkward, helping the stranger she had gotten so pissed at earlier stand up. Part of her actually felt like just letting him fall to the ground, and then taking off laughing. Haha, like that was going to happen. She pulled him over to a bench and she sat him down before sitting down beside him. "Davin," She began in her soft, kind voice. "Can you remember where you live?"

[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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So was it bad that Davin had forgotten close to every item that he had shattered, smashed, broken or thrown? Yeah probably because he was too drunk half the time to even realize what he was doing. He did remember once, though, that he tipped a table and snapped one of the legs off and smashed it against a wall, putting a hole through the wall and shattering the leg, causing a huge fiven inch splinter to wedge itself into his arm. That had been insanely painful but he managed to pull it out, ignoring the fact that it felt like someone was cutting his arm off. That would have been ten times easier. The sad part was that he actually stood there and watched as he slid it out of his arm and wasn't even grossed out by it. He tried to think of other things that he had broken and could only remember the one time he had kicked through a door and gotten his leg stuck. That had really sucked.

While she was putting the pieces together, he was just sitting there, dazed by the crazy amounts of vodka in his bloodstream and yet he kept downing more and downing more. He raised the bottle up to his lips but nothing came out. He dropped down the the bench and stared at the bottle for a long, long time until he got slightly irritated and threw it in the grass to the side. He looked at her when she started talking and nothing she said registered. He hiccuped softly and looked at her again, studying her face for a really long time, his eyebrows crinkling. "Oh Essssmerreldaa who isn't a bizzz! You're reeeeeeally pretty, babez," he gurgled, grinning awkwardly because it was though he almost forgot how to really smile.

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[esmerelda starr]

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The times when Esmerelda did break something, it was either on accident or for an art project. She once had to make a 3D collage type thing and she just grabbed all kinds of junk and just broke it into any type of pieces she needed them to be. Esmerelda didn't accidentally break things often - she was usually very graceful when she was skipping around her house. Once she had purposely broken her friend's shot glass because she was pissed at her for drinking. The glass was filled with booze, and Esmerelda had grabbed it and thrown it. It was pretty awesome. But then she felt bad, cleaned it up, and bought her a new shotglass. That was Es for you.

Ugh, how was she going to get him home? Es had no idea. She didn't even know where he lived, and she wasn't sure if she was going to take him to her house because she was afraid of the hangover in the morning. He was an asshole when he was sober, she already knew that. She hoped he was sober enough to rememeber where he lived though. When he didn't provide an answer to her question and instead rambled about something else, Esmerelda frowned through her blush. "Davin. Listen to me." She said in a stern, yet gentle and caring voice. "Can you remember where you live? I'm going to take you home."

[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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There were some times when Davin wondered if everything would just be better if he did kill himself. It was a really sad thought but it was one that crossed his mind quite frequently. He hated feeling like he wasn't good for anything and he was really tired of it too. He was more prone to the idea that he could just run away and get away from all of it and not have to deal with every bitch and bastard who picked on him for the way he dressed or the way he looked. That wasn't fair at all because he had never done anything for them to treat him so horribly. He had never so much as called them a bad name or looked at them funny until the teasing had started. They would always pick on him and call him the dirty little riot and tell him he was pathetic. He was tired of that.

Poor Davin wouldn't remember a thing of this when he woke up in the morning. He was tired, drunk and unable to stand on his own two feet and had he had any idea that the girl trying to take care of him was that prissy little two shoed bitch, he would have denied her help from the very beginning, only because she seemed to resent him so much. He didn't understand why either. Sex was fun, sex was great, he wasn't gonna wait and just masterbate! Sorry, that was overly corny but funny as hell. He swayed gently before leaning against her as she spoke to him again and he closed his eyes, humming softly. He stayed quiet for a long time but straightened himself up. "OH I KNOW. I live... in this big box. With a lot of walls. And broken stuff!" he said, looking at her like he deserved a golden star for remembering that much.

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[esmerelda starr]

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Anyone killing themself, friend or not...even the thought scared Esmerelda shitless. She hated even the words put together. Even when she heard them, her stomach churned. She couldn't stand it. I know, she probably shouldn't care that much...but she did. Like I said, Esmerelda was the most caring person in the world. Any type of death was her biggest fear...except for spiders and insects. She hated those things. Ew. Just, ew. If Davin killed himself, Es would probably cry, even though she didn't even know him that well and they didn't particularly like eachother. Yeah, I'm completely aware that my character is a freak.

Es was almost glad that Davin probably wasn't going to remember any of this in the morning. She didn't want this coming back to bite her in the ass or anything. Yeah, it would suck if he came up to her and just started yelling at her for taking care of him or bragging about how she did. She'd probably end up smacking him. Good thing he was too drunk to even remember where he lived, right? Esmerelda listened to him and she sighed. This was going to be more difficult then she thought. "Davin, I'm gonna try and find your ID, okay?" She asked before she reached into his front pocket, trying to feel for anything that felt like an ID. With no luck, she dug into the other front pocket.

[oliver ardagh]

davin.

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If he would have been even a bit more sober, things would be going differently right now. He would have told her to shove off and leave him alone but right now, he was just enjoying her company and tomorrow morning, if he did happen to remember any of this, he wasn't going to be enraged, like he normally was, because he had learned that bing mad while hung over only makes things worse. So he was going to be grateful. Maybe a little irritated but still grateful, nonetheless. He would probably end up apologizing for the things he had previously said that had angered her in the very first place. Which, he did feel bad about. There had been no reason for her to get so mad, actually. Not that he was kidding or anything but it was just a simple conversation and for her to hate his guts because of it, that really would hurt him if he ever cared to think about it. Sure, he was used to people hating him but only after he beat the shit out of them or something. He wasn't used to people just straight up hating him.

While he did come off as an ass, he was, but for reasons. He had to build up this little shell around him so no one would hurt him more than they already had. The drugs, they helped him to get away from it all, and the fact that he lived away from his foster parents, that made things better too. At least then he could throw and hit things and lay in the middle of his floor and sob while he was alone and no one would ever be able to bother him about it. That was one of the good things to being alone; no one to bother you. On the other hand of things, though, it got lonely and he felt a little lost, even though it was just him. He should have been able to guide his own way but we see where that lands him, don't we now? He listened to her and before he could say anything, her hand was in his pocket. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. "Mmm," he hummed quietly. "While you're in there..." he joked, laughing drunkenly. "Jusssst kiddin, babe!" he assured her, grinning at her.

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How was Es going to get this guy home? She didn't know. Could she drive with that kind of distraction? Well, yeah, of course she could. Esmerelda wasn't distracted easily, and she had driven drunk people home plenty of times before. But when she got there, would she have to wait until he fell asleep to make sure he didn't hurt himself? It felt so weird to her, worrying so much about a stranger who, in the morning, was never going to remember any of this. Maybe that was what intrigued her, though, the fact that she could take care of this man and make sure he didn't do anything stupid while he was drunk, and she'd never have to deal with it again. Well, she would, but he wouldn't be able to remember it...well, she hoped anyway. Because if she did help him and he did turn out to be a pain in the you-know-what, she was screwed.

Es could come off as somewhat of a jerk herself. Though she hated to admit it, it was the truth. Sometimes, she could be cocky, and sometimes, she could yell. People didn't like the way she yelled so much...and that almost made her regret yelling. She only yelled when she was angry, and people tended to make her angry very easily. People could be so stupid sometimes. Like her friends, when they would do something stupid and then be even more stupid yet loyal and tell Es, she'd explode and go on some weird parental rant thing. That lasted until one of her friends decided to stand up and hug her, and then Es was fine. She was calm. That was all it took to calm down Es - a hug and an apology, and then she was fine. She was a hug type of person, if you haven't noticed. She rolled her eyes when Davin joked, her eyes narrowed until she finally felt the tiny card and pulled it out, quick to get her hand away. He was a good type of drunk, wasn't he? She glanced down at the ID and then back up at Davin, her eyes just as kind as before. "Davin, I'm going to take you home, okay?" She gently stood, holding her hand out so she could help him up.