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Dylan frowned, upset that she didn't say anything. He watched her trample up the stairs and PJ pass her on the way down. "Uhh, ya, I've seen her at school here and there." He turned back around after glancing back at the stairs one more time. Dylan looked at PJ as if to say 'introduce us!' Since it was a bit awkward in his position.

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[ Kk. ]

Already the time seemed to slip by and Alecs was still outside, her lips puckered and fingertips drumming the wall behind her. The sun had shifted quickly and a ray shone right onto her glasses causing her to tip her hat down over her eyes. She probably looked like a farm girl all fancied up who was only missing a old hound dog at her feet and a piece of straw stuck in her mouth but Alecs didn't mind because nobody was around to see.

Alecs had no idea what course she was going to take, math, English, science, history or even what level, Comprehensive, Honors, Remediation, Advanced Placement, Core, Credit Recovery. Her father busy with being popular had taken away the time with him explaining what she was really doing here at a school. Of course somebody else explained it to her but she didn't want their information, she trusted her father and only his details. The same with her mother, she hardly had time to interpret the meaning of her being here.

Alecs' father was a wealthy man owning a large company. Though most stars like her weren't born in the company of high-tech computers, she had shone through with her "electrifying" voice for singing. Her mother on the other hand was just married to Alecs' father. Alecs had no intention of getting to know what the women was even famous for. Probably just for being" the mother of the best musical actress of time."

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps ascending down the hall. She peered down to see a guy, not too shabby that's for sure, pace past her. He was totally checking her at as she was him. But that made no difference in her point of view. She was still too good for him. So Alecs looked back down at her nails, ignoring as he breezed past her.

Finally, the shortened conference was over and Alecs paced - more like cat-walked - beside the bodyguard/escort down the breezy hall. Her flat's patted against the ground as she strode down the stairs. It was pretty desolate at the school, everyone being at their classes, and quiet except for the screech of a whistle coming from the direction the were heading.

Their walk was silent, (mostly because the escort wasn't supposed to have full on conversations with her) making Alecs somewhat uncomfortable. She was use to blasted music, fan girl screams, or the jumbling and multiple questions of news reporters and at the moment it seemed so empty, the world that is. Alecs hardly had the time to herself, alone, even though she wasn't technically alone.

Rounding a corner, they began to pace the perimeter of a soccer field (or so Alecs thought because most high-schools had baseball fields, football fields, basketball courts, tennis courts, and a pool and this one had two goals so it was probably a soccer field.) Pacing along, she made it seem as if the players running around hardly existed, keeping her chin high and slightly turned away.

Dylan just gave her a weird look. Fine if she was going to be like that he'd give her what she wanted... for now. He turned away without saying anything to her and waiting for PJ to start the game.

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}



[ Gothca ]

Layl realized how much he was staring at her and it made her extremely uncomfortable. And to top that off he started speaking. It had been so long since she heard someones voice. And it made her heart ache. She missed talking. Her thoughts were broken when she heard what he had said. Layla's eyelids fluttered. He was like her? No. It was a trick. He was lying. He just wanted to gain her trust. But the more she stared back at him the less she believed herself. Her hand holding the knife started to quiver. And before she had known anything else she was asking him if he had a place to stay. Her stomach turned. Was she seriously going to offer him to stay at her 'house?' Layla didn't realize it was the human part of her that was fighting back, that wanted friends again and that wanted someone, just someone to talk to. The girl shook in fear as she waited for a response

Dylan suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. He had never felt that before. For anyone. Especially for a girl he was trying to get.. "Oh.." Dylan blinked a few times before ignoring the feeling and getting into the game

[ Haha ]

After awhile Dylan paused the game and stood. "Where's the bathroom, man?"

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}

It was too late to reject. At least that's what part of Layla said to herself as an excuse. Her fragile frame still shivered as she replied. "I have a place a few miles away." The way she announced it was as if it were an actual house and not some shabby shack. "It's warm at night." Well it kind of was. Anything was better then what she had experienced before, shivering in the snow with no shelter. At this point Layla had totally forgotten that she was pointing the knife at him and her grip loosened, making it easy for anyone to slap it out of her hand.

Half of Dylan was glad it was upstairs, maybe he would see May, but the other half grumbled and rolled his eyes. He glided up the stairs and opened the door to his left, without realizing.

[color=Black]. . . Heath ⇢ Dylan ⇢ Hemstone . . .

_{Hey! Finally an advanced rp! Not sure how you wanted this to play out. A form or to jump right in. Or where you want the plot to start. I'm guessing you want me to play the guy so here's the information I made =)}

Name; Heath Dylan Hemstone

Age; Same age as May except a year younger. Yes younger. Everyone makes the guy older so let's change some things around =)

History; Well I don't want to give him too much of a history since you kind of created the character and I'm not sure what you have in mind. Let's say he had a harsh child hood.

^{Not sure what else to write. Tell me if you'd like more. And when we start the RP I will write a good paragraph or two or however much you please.}

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}

She felt like hitting herself. What the hell had she gotten herself into?! But she could actually talk to someone again. What if he wanted to do something messed up to her?! He seems pretty grateful to have someone offer a home to him. What home, idiot? You don't have a home. Layla fought mentally with herself until she came to a abrupt stop. One side had given in. "I have food to..." The girl was unsure of what to say or do next so she just began walking towards the stair case as if he had already agreed and she was leading him there. Though she wasn't facing him all the way she was still extremely cautious and aware of his movements.

Dyaln as quickly as possible shut the door again. He had accidentally opened May's bedroom door but she didn't seem to notice due to the headphones. He let out a sigh and turned to the bathroom door.

_{Chris ⇢ Marcus ⇢ Jackson}

[ I LOVE DOCTOR WHO AND JESUS TOO !!!!!! HI YOU'RE COOL ]

The thing was, Chris wasn't happy. Sure nobody had an easy life, no one was happy 24/7 and everyone had their bad days. But this wasn't just unhappiness. Chris was seriously depressed. Or so he thought.
Chris's sixteenth birthday was just last month and for most teens that was the highlight of their decade. Of course Chris had fun and a decent amount of presents (including his own car) but none of them really made him feel any better. It had been a year since the depression sunk in and it had gotten so bad that it controlled him.
Chris now lied to his friends with the biggest smile and he pretended constantly around his parents. Yes, parents. Chris had parents. He wasn't an orphan, or abused. He had a perfectly normal life. Wasn't unpopular in school but not the top on everyone's "i-want-to-be-their-friend" list. And that was the problem. He had no idea why he was upset.
It seems stupid and society would surely make its opinion clear by dragging him down if he had admitted his true feelings aloud. But this had to be the worst form of depression. It confuses its victim out of their wits. It sits on top of them and all of their loved one and items and devours them, making the victim so empty. A dark void of nothing.
For most people it was at night when they had their panic attacks or they turned to pain for comfort. Not for Chris. He slept fine. The terrifying thoughts attacked when he was at school with friends. Which only made him smile wider and break more inside. He was so confused and scared.

Now today had to be a good day. Yesterday he had just gotten his drivers license and his parents promised to let him take a drive for the first time alone. Calling out through the house, Chris snatched his keys and scampered out the door where his car waited in the driveway.

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}

Layla didn't respond. She didn't have to. She seemed like a strange girl, black hair tangled and frizzy, bony arms and legs and her eyes constantly hidden behind those dark bangs. She had on jeans and a pretty disgusting sweater which seemed to be the only item of clothing she had on her upper body, making her appear even thinner. As she scampered down the stairs, keeping a brisk pace and forcing herself not to sprint away, she pointed the knife in front of her, no longer at Jace. Jace. She never really thought about his name. It was a nice name. Better then hers at least. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs she exited the building and slowed her pace so she was beside Jace. She still kept a good ten feet between them though.

[color=Black]. . . Heath ⇢ Dylan ⇢ Hemstone . . .

^{No problem}

Coincidence is a funny thing isn't it? The same night Carlynn was worried about being taken was the night Heath had planned.

Months. It had taken months just to locate the damn town she was in! Heath was quite a good tracker yet he aslo had a short tempter which exploded quite often making it hard to concentrate. But now, now he finally knew where she was. Carlynn Jackson. The bitch. Just the thought of her name made his gut twist into a knot of emotions, negative to be exact.
He gripped the wheel of the Suburban tighter to keep his rage under control.
Heath was had been driving several hours until he finally came to the town and the neighbor hood his target was in. He switched off his head lights before turning off the car after pulling over. The gruff man slipped out of and shut the door before comfortably walking down the side walk in the dark. He was dressed quite normally, no dark skii masks or spy getup but several weapons were hidden throughout his clothing.
After pacing a short distance his eyes fell across the house which held Miss Jackson. Heath craned his neck to the side, cracking each vertebrate in it. He couldn't wait to feel his hand clasp over her mouth, and then after that came the fun part. With a malicious grin, Heath set forward and was at the top of the stairs, inside her house within moments.
Surprisingly quiet for his bulky structure, Heath crept along the hall until he came across the bedroom door. His heart pounded in excitement and he had to hold himself back from spring forward and crushing the figure inside the bed. He stood outside the room for several minuets, making sure she was sound asleep before he advanced inside, one hand clutching a cloth soaked in anesthesia.

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}

She noticed the staring but pretended she didnt as she stared ahead. But once Jace pulled his gaze away she took her turn to rest her eyes on him. Layla had gotten good at reading people just by looking at them and now she was sure he wasn't a cop. But she still doubted that he was a safe person just looking for a place to stay. Anyways, it was too late and she was already leading him through the quiet city towards her house.
They had walked some time, her not saying a single word. It had probably been an hour or so and from what Layla remembered the were only a kilometer away from their destination.

_{Chris ⇢ Marcus ⇢ Jackson}

Chris's day wasn't going too bad on the other hand. He was now able to drive alone and it was quite relaxing. Maybe a little too relaxing. Chris breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. The road was straight and he saw no cars so it wouldn't hurt would it? He kept his eyes closed and pushed down on the gas without realizing it. Chris was jolted away from his thoughts when he began to be dirven back in his seat from the speed. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see someone only a few yards in front of the car. He slammed on the breaks as hard as he could and automatically closed his eyes, praying he wouldn't hit them.

He exited the bathroom and made his way back down the stairs to his surprise where May lay on the couch.

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⇢ Chances | so | Slim
_{Layla. Avery. Harmer.}

Layla didn't answer since she had estimated wrong and they were already outside of the house. First off, it wasn't exactly a house. The windows were broken and the wooden panels were pealed off. The door hung awkwardly and there was no knob. The house all together was the size of a living room but it was the best one in shape compared to the others. Layla pushed the door open to reveal a musky room. There wasn't much except spider webs, a table, a chair, a nasty looking couch and the doorway missing its door. Layla hadn't done much to the house except stand the table which was toppled over when she first arrived and put all the food she had found in one cubbard. She stepped to the side giving the boy room to come in.
She wanted to ask if he was hungry but she still felt stragne talking. So she proceeded to the cabbnet. When she opened it there was nothing except a can of dog food, stale cereal and a can of dehydrated milk. She pulled out the milk and cereal and set them on the table, silently offering them to him

_{Chris ⇢ Marcus ⇢ Jackson}

Chris's head whipped forward and then back with a strong force. His head throbbed and he came to the conclusion he probably got a whip lash but that didn't distract him from the person he had just hit. Chris sat behind the wheel for a few seconds in shock before pulling himself together and running over to her side. He crouched down next to her. A girl his age, lay on the asphalt before him and Chris couldn't feel any worse. "Are you okay?" Was all he could ask, dumbfound.

[color=Black]. . . Heath ⇢ Dylan ⇢ Hemstone . . .

Heath wasn't surprised to see that she was awake. He felt a flutter of enjoyment and menace as he watched her press herself helplessly against the wall. The dark boy advanced on her until he was just inches from the side of the bed and he leaned over close. Heath didn't realize how close he was to her since it was dark but he could feel her breath on his face. His skin itched and he wanted to grab his knife or gun and kill her right then and there but that had to wait. "Miss Jackson." He spoke, his voice very gruff and stern. "Sleeping well?" And with that he made a move to clasp the cloth over her face and hold her body down with the other hand.

_{I can make it longer. Just not much to say and I dont want to suddenly put your character out unless she's going to put up a fight or something}