For Never Was A Story Of More Woe {open}

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Jeremy Fitzroy stood at the doors to the Eastside Asylum with his camera clenched in his hands. He couldn't believe he had talked himself up to actually getting as far as the door. The next stage? Going in.

Yeah. Maybe not yet.

With a slightly forced laugh he sat himself down on the not-so welcoming steps and pulled out his drink. He couldn't quite fathom the possibility that he had made it this far without Tavo or he wished Ryan holding his hand. Fanta was a complete baby when it came to horror movies, and anything to do with scary things. He made sure he always had a blanket or a pillow as protection. But his photography teacher had told him to push his boundaries - and what better way than to get over his fear of...well...most things.

Merda, he swore under his breath, running his hand through his brown mass of unruly hair. Why hadn't he asked someone to come with him? Why did he have to pretend to be so brave?

He looked back at the building that had started to fall into complete disrepair, his stomach clenching in knots. In his opinion it was almost as bad as when his stomach did flips when he saw pictures of that boy pretty boys.

He looked down at his camera, and his drink, and bit his lip. Better get on with it! he thought to himself as he tucked his drink away in his bag and got to his feet. With a sigh he gave the area one last look before walking up to the door and pushing it open.

Fanta, you're either stupid, or you have a death wish, he muttered to himself, his fingers grazing over the old peeling paint.

Walking down the hallway he turned to see the door - which luckily hadn't closed. Come on, you can do it, he told himself as he walked through the old hospital. He could already begin the see the remains of fabrics and chairs, as well as more...dangerous looking equipment.

God he wished Ryan or Tavo was there...or at least someone he could cling to while he took the pictures. What if someone was watching him already?

He hoped they were just there to take in the scenery, not to remove his head from his shoulders....

Suddenly he heard a slam and turned to find the door had finally closed - the hinges so rusted it was a miracle they just hadn't come away from the wall.

Olá? he muttered, bringing his camera closer to his chest, anybody there?

TAGGED: open
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: ta-da new layout

[DEXTER MARKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more It was Saturday morning and that always meant the same thing if you looked it up in Dexter’s dictionary. Saturday meant get up and about and do something fun with your day that you hadn’t been able to do during the week where you had been working. Unlike most of his colleagues at work just wanted to sit down relax and not do a thing during the weekend because they were exhausted from work, Dexter just had to get up and do something. He had always been bursting with energy early in the Saturday morning, and that had gone on for so long that his parents had started to hate weekends for that reason alone, every weekend he ran into the room early in the mornings to wake them up. Short in short, Dexter had gotten up, showered, eaten and started thinking through what to do with his day. It had been a while since he just had written he decided, and with that he packed together everything he’d need to be out writing all day. Rufus, the Harlequin Great Dane just got more and more exited the closer that Dexter got upon leaving. And about forty-five minutes after that he had gotten out of bed, both Dexter and the dog left the house, locking the door behind them and walking to wherever the inspiration would strike him. The weather was hot, hotter than usual for the state of Nevada, and Dexter didn’t mind it one bit, he enjoyed the warm weather. The walk with the dog brought him to the old worn down asylum that hadn’t been used for… for as long as Dexter could remember to be honest. He remembered going in there as a teenager with his friends to see who dared to stay the longest with all the ghost stories that they told one another. But that now felt like a century ago, he couldn’t even remember half of the stories that had been told that evening. Deciding that the asylum would do, he let himself and Rufus in, directly heading to the upper floor where they found a room to sit down in. Rufus, glad to find a room that was cooler, immediately laid down on the cold floor and sighed heavily. And Dexter just sat down on the floor, leaned against the wall and pulled out his pen and writing block so he could get started. The peace didn’t last for that long, soon, Dexter could hear the door downstairs open and fall shut again, but he didn’t pay much attention to it, people probably came here all the time. After the person spoke up however, Rufus decided that it was time to announce his presence. The enormous dog got up on all four and barked two… three times, the echo of the building making him sound even bigger then he really was. That however made Dexter react, he stopped writing and looked to the dog. “Rufus!” He said on a loud, stern tone. The dog whined and looked at Dexter, then back to the door and whined again. “Rufus, sit down and shut up, leave the poor soul alone.” Dexter added after words. Rufus whined again and sat down on the floor again, but he kept looking to the door as if he waited for the person to make its appearance. “Someone is here, it’s not ghosts you’re hearing!” Dexter spoke again, deciding that he better announce that he was here, rather than ignoring the other person completely. 585, outfit, Hello hope you don't mind! Also, Dexter teaches theatre, and Fanta takes theatre, perhaps they know one another no?

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Fanta liked to pretend to himself that he was brave, that he could handle little noises and pretend they hadn't bothered him. That spiders didn't look out of place with their eight legs and a million eyes. He wasn't scared of the dark, or small spaces and he could easily walk over a bridge without being scared of the height...right? Wrong He was a complete chicken, and he knew it. Even if he tried to hide it amongst his friend - who were all a lot braver than he was, of course.

Taking a deep breath he took another step into the asylum when an almighty howl shook the building. Fanta stood dead still for a second in complete silence. It wasn't a ghost. Was it? No. There was no such things as ghosts or witches or vampires or whatever else Hollywood had come up with. It was probably just the wind whistling through the broken glass and around the deserted halls. Nothing to be scared of.

With another deep breath, Fanta stepped forward again; the wooden floor creaked under his weight. The noise came again, and then again. He could feel his bones shaking and shivering, he should run. Get out of there and never come back, but he was glued to the floor. It wasn't a ghost, it wasn't a ghost, he kept telling himself hoping that he could convince his own mind it really was just the wind.

Then there came a voice, a stern one. Clearer than the howl - was someone else in here? Oh god. They're going to kill me, he thought, looking ahead to the staircase that lead to the other rooms. He hear a slight whine, then a few more words - of which he heard 'Rufus' and 'poor soul', which didn't comfort him in anyway. But curiosity got the better of him and against all common instinct to ruin and hide, he took a few steps forward to reach the bottom of the stairs. Maybe it was just someone visiting, nothing to be scared of.

Fanta stood on the first step just as a reassuring voice confirmed that he wasn't hearing things, and there really was someone else there. Thank god, Fanta muttered to himself as he ascended the staircase. Biting his tongue he reached the top and peered in the first room he came to, only to find it empty. He scowled to himself and poked his head around the next door where he was greeted by a huge dog and...his theatre professor?

Oh, hello sir. I didn't expect to see you here...and your dog, Fanta said, forcing a smile on his face to hide his inner terror at the size of the great dane. Dogs - another thing he didn't like. Still, if he stayed in the doorway and didn't move an inch, maybe the huge animal wouldn't get too close.

Just getting some fresh air? he asked, his heart beat calming down slowly. He made a mental not never to come to asylum on his own again. Ever.

TAGGED: Mr Hotty Marko
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: sounds perf! you should chat in the c-box up thur ^ we don't bite c:

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Fanta looked tentatively at the dog, but when it didn't bound towards him he relaxed a little. At least he knew he wasn't going to get killed by a huge dog! He looked at the great dane with a slightly puzzled expression as he watched the dog get up and move closer to his owner. Fanta felt himself blush slightly as Mr Marko asked if he had been scared by the animal.

Shaking his head, Fanta stepped into the room and smiled sheepishly at his teacher. N-no, he didn't scare me. I just didn't expect there to be a huge dog in the middle of an abandoned asylum, he admitted with a nervous laugh. He didn't want his teacher to think he was scared of nearly everything.

Growing up in Rio had subjected the poor boy to annual festivals for the dead. Although it was supposed to be an occasion to remember lost friends, the younger Fanta had been terrified to discover everyone painted skulls on their faces and danced around the streets chanting weird mystic mambo-jumbo. Fanta had never really gotten over his father waking him up at seven in the morning covered in face paint and looking like a skeleton.

Walking into the room properly, Fanta could see where the dust had settled on old equipment. It looked extremely creepy with the cobwebs and the rust. Shivering slightly he looked back at his Professor with another forced smile. Oh, yeah. Photography class, I'm doing a project on architecture and was told this was a good place to visit...well, when I say good- his voice trailed off slightly and he finished with a shrug.

Giving the dog another look he walked over to his professor and leant against the wall next to the man, peering down at the notebook and the scribbled writing. Working on a new script? he asked, the curiosity - again - giving him a little more confidence. Slowly he slid down the wall and sat on the floor, keeping a close eye on the dog. Or are you going to give up teaching and become the next JK Rowling? he added, a slight tease in his tone.

TAGGED: Marko Polo
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: and oh so cute and fluffy!

[DEXTER MARKO]

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Fanta crossed his legs over and held his hands over his camera, it was pretty new - a Christmas present from his family back in Rio - so he didn't want to damage it one it's first day out. He smiled when his professor talked about his dog. It was adorable. Fanta could just imagine the huge animal trying to curl up into a smaller space. He had seen millions of videos of dogs trying to sit in small boxes or in cat baskets. Clearly none of them realised the size they were and all thought they were the size of puppies.

He looked back up at his teacher - it was weird seeing Mr Marko out of school. Nice, though, to just have a chat. They spent all of their lessons learning about acting and stage directing and learning lines for productions they would put on throughout the year. Fanta never got any leads, though. He didn't really mind - it just meant he had fewer lines to learn!

How long have you had him? Fanta asked, returning his attention to the dog and away from his professor. He imagined the pair had been together since they were a lot younger - they seemed very close. Maybe if Fanta had grown up with a dog he wouldn't be as worried by them.

Glancing back down at his camera, Fanta raised an eyebrow. You like creepy photos?! he asked, slightly shocked. Though his teacher was probably a lot braver and didn't flinch during horror movies (that Fanta had been forced to watch with his best friend).

Taking another look at the rushed writing, he tried to make out a few of the words. Whatever it was, it looked interesting. Oh, come on sir. Don't say that. I'm sure you could do it, he said with a smile. Everyone's into vampires and stuff these days, so just write about them. I mean, Twilight was shi-shocking but that still made loads of money, he added, trying not to swear in front of his teacher - that just felt odd.

TAGGED: Mr Marko
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: oh fanta :')

[DEXTER MARKO]

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Fanta smiled as he imagined the dog and his own playing together out in the gardens or in the sunshine with some chew toy. Dexter seemed like the perfect person to have a pet dog - Fanta had never seen his teacher in a bad mood or getting angry. Which was nice, for Fanta especially who got into trouble more times a day than he cared to remember. Mr Marko was the only teacher who really just let Fanta be his own person - his other teachers insisted on calling him Jeremy and making sure he was quiet all the time. It wasn't his fault he was a chatty person...well...

He looked over at the pair and was half tempted to reach over and touch the dog on the top of it's head, but he decided against it. As much as he wanted to prove he wasn't scared of the dog, he wasn't about the risk his left hand to prove it. Not that he thought Dexter would just let his dog maul a student. Although, if he bottled up his anger, then maybe he would.

Fanta chuckled slightly when Dexter talked about the creepy photos, Call me old fashioned, but I'd much prefer some flowers, he said with a grin, pressing the cap back on his camera and moving it to one side. He was tempted to ask what Dexter was scared of, but thought it was probably rude; and he didn't want to pry into the other man's business. Usually if you were scared of something, you were scared of it for a reason. He didn't want to make anything uncomfortable between them.

The dark haired boy could feel a slight blush on his cheeks when Dexter allowed him to drop the 'sir'. It felt weird, calling a teacher by their first name. Gangster stories? You should go and find that guy that runs the strip club, apparently he knows all about that kinda stuff...not that I would know...cause...well I've never been to Amnesia...but other people have... Fanta looked away, realising he was digging himself into a hole. He really hadn't been to amnesia - girls taking their clothes off had never really appealed to him. But the way he had said it sounded like he had been. Just, if you need some inspiration or something, he added at the end, hoping to change the subject away from strip clubs.

TAGGED: uno
OUTFIT: uno
NOTES: lalala~

[DEXTER MARKO]

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