please, offer your SUPPORT.. [OPEN]

[Sync]

( DAMIEN THOMAS )

let go, push your daisies
a thousand maybes, a thousand left i'm done

A roll of his blue oracles into the back of his head, his painfully skinny frame sinking helplessly to the ground. His lips parted in a silent gasp. A cold sweat had formed on his brow, nausea assaulting his weak stomach. His hand went to remove the needle which was still held in his bony arm, the heroin was spreading quickly. His mind became a senseless mass of color, words and noises. He couldn't create a picture of something clear. He knew he was supposed to feel good after taking this bloody pricey drug, yet all he felt was illness. The boy scrambled unsteadily to his feet, experiencing a violent spell of gravity. He stumbled into the bleachers, hitting his shin hard. A wince ripped through his unsteady frame. He gave a meek call for his sister, whom he knew was not around. He glanced around, not seeing anything apart from a blur of green/brown swirls. He called out louder, a wordless, senseless cry.

H e stumbled forward, his hand skimming the cool metal bleachers. His legs gave up on him then, his frame crashing toward the ground. He caught the his head with a glancing blow on the side of the bleachers. A hand went up to his cranium, pressing it to the seeping wound. He brought his pale hand to his face, now a gray and red swirling background forming in front of his eyes. He gave a painful groan, his arms tucking his legs up to his chest. His head pulled into them, trying to rid the disgusting feeling in his gut. The atmosphere swirled violently around him, he screamed at it to stop. His chest convulsed as he gagged, but nothing came up. He didn't eat much anymore, there was nothing to come up. A wordless cry escaped him again, his hand stretching out to touch the moving air.

* TAGGED Onz!
* STATUS Complete!
* LYRICS kiss yourself goodbye- all american rejects
* NOTES poor Damien..
* WORD COUNT three-one-three
* OUTFIT Click!

[Onzyy]

Michel dos Santos

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

Michel just needed to escape the confines of her mind. She was trapped in a rut that made everything worse. Yes she was happily married, but she saw so little of her husband. She had horses to train, and he balanced a teaching career on top of his musical one. So when she had finished with her horses, she changed into something more comfortable and made her way down to the school track.

Michel knew that she had no reason to complain, but she missed her friends, she missed her old life, but most of all she missed the peace that came with everything. People had worse problems than her, and that day she witnessed everything. A dark haired teenager was stumbling around the bleachers. She recognised the use of drugs from far. It came from seeing the use of it daily, and then the effects taking hold.

She heard his shout, and she saw his pain. That mothering instinct took over. The instinct that she herself couldn't nurse, and all but sprinted to the boy. He seemed so helpless as he sat there, gagging. She saw the blood, and she nearly cried. This was a damaged soul, and Michel knew that she could, would, help. She took him up in her arms, ignoring the blood that was there, and held him. At least until he could stop gagging. Michel knew that she would have a hard time explaining the blood on her hoody to Gustavo, but she would cross that bridge when she got to it.

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Complete
Tags: Sync!
Lyrics: Iris= Goo Goo Dolls
Outfit: Click
Notes: Deep, very deep. I feel sorry for Damien.

[Sync]

( DAMIEN THOMAS )

let go, push your daisies
a thousand maybes, a thousand left i'm done

Hands on his frame made the boy screech out in fear. He had no idea who it was, it could be his father for all he knew. He threw his arm out, missing who he was aiming for and hit the swirling atmosphere. He tried to get up, and failed miserably. His blue, lifeless orbs widened as another assault of pain rocked his bony frame. Then, his oracles started to focus, tree's becoming shapes he could recognize. His eyes went straight to the human which was cradling him. He saw a woman. He didn't know who she was, but he was glad she was there. A sob racked his body and he clutched her hoodie. Why do I do this to myself? he asked quietly, more to himself than anything. His head was throbbing, the world still trying to get back into focus.

The call of birds brought him back to reality. He was clutching a stranger because he was relived she was not his father. His head shot up. What if he was here? He knew he and Rachel were here now. What if he had Rachel? Damien shot up, his eyes growing a fierce fury. I need to find him! he shouted. He began to stumble across the field, his pace painfully slow. Determination was plastered all over his tense face. He can't have her! Not again. he shouted, tripping over a stray rock. He winced as he hit the ground. No! he screamed and began to drag himself toward the gate to the field. He was unaware of the blood running down the side of his face from the wound on his head. He obviously needed help, and sadly, he was going to refuse it until he knew his sister was safe.

* TAGGED Onz!
* STATUS Complete!
* LYRICS kiss yourself goodbye- all american rejects
* NOTES Really, really bad. I am so sorry. I'm just not very good after not role playing for AGES!
* WORD COUNT two-nine-five
* OUTFIT Click!

[Onzyy]

Michel just missed the boy's blow, and knew that he was a hazard to himself and to others. He asked a question, but it was barely audible, so Michel couldn't answer him. He needed help, and it was something that she could provide. If he would accept it.

He pulled away, and ran off, shouting something about a 'him' and 'he can't have her'. Michel followed behind, at a distance, and then again approached the teen when he fell again. Her emotions were a jumble. There wasn't much to say about it. The only thought that she really had, was to help. He's not here! she called. Hoping that whoever 'he' was, wasn't here.