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Dustin "Fang" Stevens
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Dustin went by fangs. Life at home was his own personal bite out of hell. He dreaded going home each and every night. This started when he began talking at three. His mother hated to be argued with. Hated being told no. And she rarely ever got told no by her husband. So when a three year old started getting **** off and yelling and shrieking awful things at her three year old son. Thing got worse when he turned into a twelve year old. When puberty was nearing approaching. Where he got sassy and backtalking.

His father showed his disliking in a more painful way. He always made sure if he left bruises...he did it where no one else would see. He began to make lies up about where the injuries like broken bones and bruises came from. He had almost been admitted to the hospital more times than he could count. He couldn't tell anyone though...who would believe him? So he resorted to another method of escaping the pain of abuse by both parents....he started cutting himself near thirteen.

Mother was a drug addict. She loved to cuss and tell him nasty things to him about himself. She was abusive but only in the way that you could never see the wounds and bruises that her sharp razerblade statements left. His mother called him everything from brat to man whore. He was neither of those things. He had only had sex once due to what he wore and how he looked got overheard by her old man. Then he was forbidden to see her.

His father was an alcoholic. And a violent one at that. He was always drinking so there was NEVER a time when his old man was NOT violent. His father knew how to bruise and make it look accidental or caused by tripping. When he was **** extremely bad...he'd break a limb. And threaten his son with death if he told the truth to how he came to be with a broken arm for example.

The day came when he was getting abused from both sides of the abusive world. He ran out the door. His parents kept him unable to run away due to he wasn't eighteen yet. He called the cops. His mother was **** off and for once...it wasn't at him. It was at his father. They got into a physical altercation. He hid in a closet that was made with open slits in it. Watched quietly and silently as they started attacking each other. He dialed 9-1-1. What happened next was just a blur to him.

Three weeks later on his eighteenth birthday.......

Dustin was trying to figure out how he had came to be transfered to (insert country you chose here). He only knew that his grandmother had requested in her will that if something happened to his parents...he was to be sent to a prestigous boarding school. And that is exactly what happened. He was now being checked into the boarding school. His new prison. By now though his dark secret of cutting himself had become habit. He used it to feel true pain as he called it. Versus emotional or stress induced pain.

It was three hours before he was thrust into his room. Now he was leaving dressed pure out gothic. All the way to the black lipstick and eyeshadow. And damn...could he pull those two things off. He may be a gothic dude but even wearing makeup he was sizzling hot. And he walks towards the Dining Hall. As soon as he walked in you could have heard a pin drop. That is how silent it got. He ignored everyone. Got food and sits down in a chair that was open.

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 2:24 pm 

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((Very nice...I gotta find a character for it..lol))


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(okay *waits*)

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Name: Ashley Renee Peyton
Age: 21
Bio: Ashley was sent her by her father, when she was 12. "Boarding school education will be the best thing for you" he told her before he put her on the bus. It was what he'd recieved, and what Mother had recieved. But she had little contact with them. She only called when she wanted money or...well, just money. They wished her well and sent her birthday presents or whatever she wanted. The best present of all had been that debit card with her name on it, pre-loaded. She's made several friends here over the years, loves this boarding school. It was her home away from home. A safe place when she could pretty much run it. Her family happened to be one of the richest around.


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Breakfast was the best. She loved the morning rush, the desperate need for nourishment. She was the lively part of her group when it came to mornings. Her best friend, Rebecca walked at her side. They both had egg-white omlets with a side of hashbrowns, and a cappichino. They were usually the first awake too, but the last to get food. Getting ready, and looking beautiful took time.

Today, she wore the same outfit as always, the school outfit. Her skirt was tight, but perfect, the short sleeved shirt was the same, white, with the green plaid tie to match the skirt, knee high socks, and stylish shoes to finish it all off. Her light brown hair was tied back into a pony tail. She had been gossiping with Rebecca when she just stopped at their table. Some strange person, in all black, who was extremely hot, but too gothic for either one of them, was sitting at their table all alone. Ashley stopped, her head tilted as she looked him over.

"Excuse us...but this is...uhm...this is our table." she told him, a defnite edge to her voice.


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Dustin who refuses to answer to his name looks up. Seeing the girls enter. He studies them. He was not a happy person. In fact his childhood had been robbed from him. He had learned early on the truth of life. There was no such thing as fun and games. No time to be a kid. To explore and learn things. No time to just be who you are. Since being who you are is never good enough for others.

The best lesson in life is to learn however, is that there is no such thing as love. Not from your parents not from anyone. He was taught from age three and up that love mean pain. And pain meant getting beat to a pulp by your father. And mother constantly was negative. Yeah...his hopes for love existing at this point in time...slim to none.

He brushes a strand of hair from his face. Revealing more of those sexy features. He wasn't too gothic. In fact compared to some...he was tame. Very tame. He ignores her looking over him. He motions with his hand. "Do you see anywhere else to sit?" his voice sexy, sensual, it was basically sex through words and exotic but clearly American. He looks up and his navy blue eyes took her in.

He lets out a smile that belied the sparkle within those deep entrancing eyes. "Is it? I see no name cards." he says. His tone held little to no life. In fact you could still see the bruise on his cheek. It was in the shape of a fist with a sports ring on it. He looks at her.

Smiling a drop dead sexy devil may care smile. "And in any case...I refuse to sit on the floor just because I'm new." he says. "Sent to this new prison...life is but one figurative jail after another." he mutters. And ignores her for a moment. "By the way...your hot to look at but your personality is so cold its a distancer." he says. And falls silent eating. His eyes for a moment had shown the internal pain he hid behind his masks of indifference and smartassedness.

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For a moment, only a moment, when his eyes met hers, she felt like she might be drowning. His eyes were like a swirling sea of blue, and she felt like she could easily get lost in them. But it was only a moment. "Well, you shouldn't have to eat on the floor...that's just nasty. I mean, they do keep them nice and clean, but still...that would be rude. Sit with us then. But be warned that we are sitting here." she told him, before sitting down right next to him. Rebecca gave her a look like she thought she might be sick and sat down right next to her. She smiled to her friend and turned to face her some. "But did you see the way Robby looked at her? He's totally crushing on her!" she giggled some, and glanced over at this new kid. "What's your name anyway? I'm Ashley. And this is my friend Rebecca." she bit her lip softly, still smiling.


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Fang looks around. Lost in thought until she started talking again. He blinks and wonders what she was up to. No one let a gothic dude sit with them...right? Yeah...he had entered the Twilight Zone. Had to be. He nods his head. "I will." he leaves out the statement that he hadn't planned on moving anyways. He returned to eating. But saw her sit next to him. Well this is ackward. he thinks to himself

He only half listens as they talked and gossiped about things like boys and crushes. Whatever. There wasn't really love. So he avoided it. Not like he was lovable anyways. His own parents hadn't ever loved him. He was lost in thought and so it took him a moment to register she was talking to him. He looks at both girls. "I don't use my real name. I got by Fang. If you have to know my real name...its Dustin. I prefer to be called Fang." he says. "Nice to meet you both." he says and returns to his food.

Just then the leader of their football team,Greg, walked over. You could tell he was NOT happy about the gothic "freak" sitting with the most popular girls in school. He walks over there with an angry stride pace. The most popular girl in school, Ashley, also happened to be his ex-girlfriend. AND they had been broken up for only two weeks now. He growls at Fang.

And then glares at Ashley. "What the hell are you doing?! Why would you let a FREAK sit at your table?! You never even let ME sit at your table when we were a couple!" he says angrily. And then turns to Fang. "You are new here. You best learn the food chain around here or your gonna get hurt....big time." he tries to stare a hole through Fang. To make him break contact first. To scare the gothic freak.


Fang stares at Greg as he stomped over like a raging elephant and started yammering on about stupid things. He merely shrugged off and ignored the whole freek comment. He though did NOT like this dude was yelling at the girl nice enought to let him sit at the table with her.

His eyes narrowed and when they were opened again that beautiful blue was like a stormy sea blue now. "Stop yelling at her." he says. His voice held less life than it had before. In fact it was so icily distant that it would send chills up a dead mans spine. He doesn't even glare. His eyes got icy. It was like an icy stormy sea blue.

Greg glares at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?! You don't scare me! I'll be any way I damn well wa-----!" he was cut off when the look in the goth's eyes. Then he realized what happened and he smirks. "Your lucky I'm in a good mood freak or I'd kick your dark loving ass." he says And walks away. Swearing to humiliate the gothic freak in front of everyone by kicking his ass.

Fang returned to calm and not so icy. The temperature in the air warmed now that the tension was gone. He shakes his head and resumes eating.

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Ashley watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow. She often found it best to stay out of Greg's way when he went on a rampage like that. However, his interest in Fang rubbed her the wrong way. "Greg, stop it." she told him, her once warm brown eyes dark now. "Leave him alone." but it was like he wasn't even hearing her. She shifted a little, looking over.

"Sorry, he gets a little...psycho sometimes." she laughed, even though Rebecca elbowed her in the ribs and got up with her nose stuck in the air. She watched her go, and turned back to Fang. She hadn't even touched her food, so she began to pick at it.

"It's best to just ignore him..." she told him.


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Fang merely sighs and plays with his food. Stressed him out that bastard wannabe did. Now he had to fight that instinctive itch. That absolute need to escape this stressful pain. He watched the thug wannabe walk off. He looks at her. "Yeah. He best watch going psycho on women around me." he says. His tone a vieled threat or was it a promise or a warning? What it was exactly was left up to the listeners interpretation. He watches Rebecca and sighs.

Snubbed. ****...she couldn't have made it anymore clear how just UNWANTED he was. His hand gripped the plastic spoon so hard you could hear it crack down the middle. It was never any different. There go the emotions. darnit! He just wanted two simple things...and neither was love! Being wanted...and...being accepted. Looked like neither was going to happen. He looks at her. "Perhaps I should exit. You seem to have many who are in utter disdain of my prescence." he says. And drops his food. "Not hungry anymore." he mutters. He looks at her. "I did. Until he procceeded to yell at you." He gets up. "Thanks and laters." he mutters. Leaving the lunch room.

He went out of the room. As he walks towards the bathroom. One hand jammed into his pocket. Hand upon his pocketknife...his baby. His aide to escaping the pain that was not...true pain. Not real pain. Then he spots a flyer saying ~Theatrical Play: Actors who are able to Sing and Dance are needed for the following lead characters:
~~~Danny
Danny is the leader of the T-Birds. He is well-built, good-looking, strong and confident, with an air of cool easy-going charm.
Sandy
Sandy is Danny's love interest. She is sweet, wholesome, naïve and cute, like Sandra Dee of the Gidget movies.~~~

He takes the flyer and decides to go for it. Sure he was gothic but he loved this play/movie. And he knew it by heart. He waited for hours for the auditions to come up. When it did he was the first to go up and little did anyone know...he was going to be the last. When he speaks what part he is auditioning for...everyone gasped. Yet he played the role perfectly and even better than the OLD school play male lead. Not realizing she was there...the girl who helped him. That she had SEEN his audition.

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