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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:59 pm
Riley Josiah Zeles is a model. He has a fan base of over 100 billion. Modeling companies send out work scouts to him everyday. They never manage to track him down. And the best part about this is...Riley doesn't know any of this. Riley is a normal guy. His photographer, is his stalker. And his stalker, was someone he saw everyday: his Lab Partner in Psychology. The two of them would joke everyday, hang out over each other's houses, and Riley never knew his pictures were being taken. When he slept, shopped, played, competed, showered, etc. That same guy was there. Naturally, Riley found out. His pictures got eaked to the school and they questioned him on it. He was shocked, they found it to be genuine and let him go. He knew who was responsible and confronted the guy: he got stabbed. It was clean and, so, painful. The shock of the pain knocked him out. When he woke up, he wounds had been tended to, but he was now in what he knew to be the other's house. He heard a strange noise coming from what he knew was the kitchen. Only one thought ran through his head: Now what?CharacterRiley Josiah Zeles - Main Character Age: 19 Likes: everything a normal, straight guy does Dislikes: the cold, skies that look like it'll rain, and bad smells Appearance (after being stabbed):  Name: Mark Shepherd - the Best Friend Age: 19 Likes: Bird watching (and 'Riley watching'), getting to stay inside on rainy days and/or playing in the rain, reading Dislikes: things left in a mess/out of order, other people trying to mess with his stuff Appearance:  [/ Rules- Follow Gaia TOS - Follow Guild Rules - Your PM style doesn't matter - Pm title must be 'Say, Scream' so I can know what you're applying for Let's make this into a good tale, shall we? The first post will be made after I have approved the 2nd player.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:13 pm
Riley woke up with a fuzzy mind. He couldn't remember what he was doing. What room is this? How'd i get here? He tried to sit up and felt pain shoot through his body and ended up falling back down. "A-agghh!"
Then he remembered. He'd found and confronted his best friend over the 'fan base website' he'd gotten in trouble over. And then...
He stabbed me... He looked down and saw that his lower abdomen was bandaged up. "Oh...well, at least I'm not in any immediate danger anymore." Then he looked around and saw that he was in the house of his best friend. "Aw...hell..."
Then the sound of clanging from, if he remmembered properly, the kitchen, reached his ears. Now what?
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:25 pm
Sometimes, life is good. You have a best friend ... get good grades ... take pictures of that said best friend and just about make him famous the world over ...
Mark paused as he heard a pained exclamation from the other room, steaming water pouring from the sink faucet as he tried to clean off the knife he'd used to stab Riley-- At the reminder, something sour crept into his stomach, making the brown haired male swallow in an attempt to settle it. His mouth felt dryer.
And sometimes, things just end up ... wrong.
Riley was never supposed to find out. Never supposed to realize that someone had been taking hundreds of pictures of him ... even more if you counted the ones left unposted on the internet. Never. Never never never ...
Leaving the weapon in the sink, hot water still pouring down on it, Mark walked towards where he'd left Riley, as the other male was now quite obviously awake.
He wasn't supposed to be hurt ... But it had happened that way. He'd panicked. What if he'd never been able to see Riley again? What if the other went away after finding this out? Because above all else he couldn't let that happen ... he just couldn't. So he stepped into the room where he'd left the other, green eyes knowing exactly where to find Riley, as they had since he'd started taking the pictures ...
"You're awake." The tone was flat. Mark didn't know how to feel. Was Riley mad? Well ... yeah ... he was probably mad.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:54 pm
Riley glared with his light blue eyes. "Well, I'm sure as hell not dead." He coughed for a few moments and then gave a pained sigh. "Why the hell did you stab me? I only asked what your intentions were with taking my pictures! Dammit...I was being pegged as an online porn star! Which I would have told you, but then...this happened!!!" He looked at Mark with concerned eyes. "Why...why did you stab me, Mark?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:04 pm
It hurt ... the way Riley said the word 'dead' The way he coughed. The way he looked at Mark ... concerned. Not even outraged. Glaring ... confused ... concerned ...
Avoiding looking at those beautiful sky-blue eyes Mark fiddled with his hands. They were sensitive to each slight movement of the air, sensitive after being under such hot water after he'd tried to wash the blood off ... "I thought you were--" Going to hate me. Going to leave. Mark swallowed, and revised: "... I thought you wouldn't take it ... well ..."
If anyone hadn't taken that situation well, it had been Mark.
The young adult sighed, and walked over. "I need to check your bandages." Nothing vital had been hurt, it seemed ... but Mark hadn't liked the sound of that coughing.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:44 pm
Riley's eyes saddened slightly when Mark looked away. He won't look me in the eyes... He sighed and looked at the ceiling. "Mark, how long have we known each other? Naturally, I wasn't happy because of the school board. But I wasn't angry at you."
He went quiet as Mark checked his bandages. "...Mark...who am I to you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 7:01 pm
The wound didn't look too bad. It looked like it had stopped bleeding for the most part but Mark knew he'd have to keep up on changing the bandages and applying disinfectant or things could get bad. Or ... get worse anyway. Things were already bad.
If he wasn't angry then, he's probably angry now. If he isn't angry now, he'll be angry when he finds out just how many pictures ... for how long ... in so many places, whether he knew it or not.
Looking around for the antibiotic ointment and first aide kit, Mark felt himself pause at the question. Still trying to avoid Riley's searching blue eyes, as clear as a spring day, he carefully began applying the ointment to keep infection out, saying as he placed the moist gell-ish substance onto the torn flesh, words automatic: "You're my best friend. What else would you be?"
Could you be ... I wish you would be ... that you'd hate me for asking you to be ...
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 7:19 pm
Riley shivered as the cold ointment was applied to his wound. It made the pain go away, but he hated anything cold. He let out a sigh, decided to bear it for a time. "Best friend, huh?" And yet you panicked at my question. Stabbed me in retaliation. And now, you won't even look me in the eye. Mark...you must be enduring a large amount of guilt and fear. But...my question still hasn't been answered...
"...Why would you take pictures of..." He stiffened his skin sensitized to the cold again. "...a normal...guy...like me? And how is it...I'm so fascinating? I'm always told that...I'm such a boring guy..." It wasn't that he was incapable of hating, but more like he refused to feel hate for the person he thought was his best friend. He wanted proof, a reason for him to feel hatred. For there was nothing more senseless in his book, than to hate without cause. Sure, getting stabbed was one, but Mark, in his memory, was the person he believed to be his best friend. "Look at me, Mark. Look my in the eye."
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:51 am
Mark knew Riley didn't like the cold but he had to make sure the wound didn't fester; a few moments shivering were far preferable to having the stab wound beginning to rot ...
Normal? You're anything but that ... You're beautiful Riley. Really and truly beautiful, inside and out. Your fans know that, I know that ... but I really don't want to tell you about your fans yet ... Boring? Ha. Right. Mark didn't want to look the other in the eye; that would make it all the harder to keep from spilling his guts in a confession. But he did anyway, and found the blue eyes he loved so much.
"I take pictures of you because you're beautiful." There really was no way around it. And because a picture lasts longer ... if you ever leave ... but I can't let you leave ... Mark looked down, re-bandaging the wound carefully.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 9:34 am
Riley kept his eyes on Mark as he waited for an answer, waited for the other to look at him. What he got surprised him. He was utterly speechless for a moment as the other rebandaged his wounds.
After that was done, he found the words he wanted to say. "Mark...that's your reason for taking the pictures? That's...dangerous. The only reason I'm not angry at you right now it because I still consider you my friend. The fact you panicked and did all this for me proves it. But...all those pictures...I don't like that fact that the school thinks I'm in that sort of business." He looked at Mark. "Mark...they're planning on having me expelled if the site isn't shut down..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:27 am
"Oh." There was an odd look of surprise on his face; Mark hadn't realized that the school had found out. That put a new spin on things but really didn't help the situation at all.
The only reason he'd been able to make the sight and keep it up for so long was because they lived in a small obscure town that didn't keep up with anything that wasn't on the regular news. Within just about any major city people would probably be able to recognize Riley, even if no one knew his name. The pictures had become that popular.
Luckily, though Riley knew about the cite, it seemed that the other hadn't realized just how popular that site was yet. And if Mark had his way, he never would. But shutting down the site ... who knew what that would do, or how big an outcry there would be.
But Mark would shut it down. It had only been a thing to help organize his favorite pictures. And then others had found it though ... left comments ... and the site had grown more popular, until one thing led to another ...
And now Riley had more fans than most pop stars got, with just as many offers from modeling companies. Mark had been smart; the site or its pictures couldn't be used to find out where Riley lived, and any questions he got on that front were ignored or shot down.
"I-I'll take it down then ..." Mark glanced to the side, packing away his medical supplies. He could always take more pictures ... he could always admire the real thing ...
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:54 am
{So you know, Riley's never seen the actual website. He doesn't know what's on there. He only knows what he was asked about at school.}
Riley relaxed a bit at the look of surprise on Mark's face. "Thank you, Mark. See how easy that was? I wasn't going to get angry or nothing. I just wanted a few answers." He sighed as a thought came to mind.
"Hopefully, I'll be well enough before this month is over with. I was planning to go home for the holidays. My parents, they moved to the city due to job transfers. Lucky." He put his arms behind his head, then winced slightly at the action adn left them at his sides. "I've always wanted to go to the city. See the sights, the girls, and maybe I'd get lucky and see a real-life celebrity. Heh, as if. I'll be glad with just going there..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:03 pm
At first, there was a tinge of relief. Standing up to put the supplies though, Mark heard about Riley's to-be trip. To a city. With a sound that was a mix between a choke and a suppressed whine of distress, he accidentally dropped the first aide kit, before bending, picking it up again with slightly shaking hands. F***. "T-the city? Really?" F***, ****, ****. You already are a celebrity--! "I've always thought cities were too crowded ..."
He tried to hide how freaked out he was. All he could picture was Riley going into the city, as unaware as a lamb, before getting jumped by a mob made up of of fans, surrounded by paparazzi, maybe even snatched up by a modeling agency--
((Thanks; hopefully he never will. That'd be awkward; pic after pic of yourself, lol))
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:20 pm
{Yes, very awkward. Very egotistic, possibly...}
Riley glanced at Mark, but only figured that the other was surprised as well. "Yeah, the city! Sure, it might be a little crowded, but there's no harm in seeing it. Staying in a small town like this all the time is boring. I need to get out so I can appreciate my life more, for what it's worth..."
He then smiled. "Also, it's been a while since I've seen my parents, and eaten my mother's cooking. Man, I can already taste the pie she's gonna bake for my arrival. Apples and cranberries..." He sighed at the fond memory. "Hey, Mark, what about you?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:28 pm
What about me? Riley was one of the ones who ever asked that question to Mark on a regular bases. It was one of the many reasons the brown haired teen didn't want Riley to know how ... obsessed ... he was. "I'm not going anywhere," Mark shrugged, putting the first aide kit in a nearby closet. He'd only had the time and strength to carry Riley to his living room couch.
He hadn't seen his family since after ... they found out about-- He'd been shipped off to college with a door slammed in his face and his bag thrown out after him. Mark didn't talk much about his family. But Riley's folks sounded nice.
One problem. They lived in the city. Bad bad bad--
How was he going to a) keep Riley here or b)go there with him to try to keep him clear of ... fans.
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