..::[Wandering]::..

[.Syriana.x.Derek.x.Nathan.]

Deep blue eyeshadow surrounded his ocean blue hues, lips remaining in an unsmiling expression. Tight girl pants clinging to his thighs with each stride, the brim dragging against the charcoal tile that was placed out in a planned layout. Vans slip ons had a skeleton on the top, hair a metallic gray as it was spiked in all directions, a style he never dared to try until his hair turned that color naturally which would probably never happen because of the constant dying he preformed. Ebon tee was worn tightly, his attire found attractice by some and appalling to others, pale skin allowing him to wear eyemakeup without looking out of place. Eyeliner drew attention to the entrancing blue hues, which wer intensified by the powder that encircled them, shadow painted shirt supporting a distant garage band 'The Heartless' He felt as if the band name suited him, not really lacking a heart, moreso just lacking the integrity to gain one and use it on the opposite sex or even his own.

The illuminated sign ontop og a cluttered store drew him in, his occupation here already established, allowing him to purchase any items and recieve some employee discount, not allowing himself enough free time until now to see how much it effected the overall price. Blue-gray pools scanned the racks, the other figures scattered around the room going unnoticed, automatically slipping to the back of the shop to glance at the variety of band shirts, most were known by him, some hated, some loved. It all depended on their style of play and their popularity among other cliques. The speakers plastered to random walls in the miniature mall cell provided a diverse set of songs, bouncing between metal, rock, and alternative, automatically skipping the dreaded hip hop.

[[Jason : Ararinda : Abby]]

Her ebony locks hung loose today, instead of being pulled back or twisted into some "weird" look which suited her so well. Her eyes were painted with dark makeup which made them appear even greener than normal. Her lips had on dark lip stick, but it looked good on her with her fair complected skin. She was clad in a black mini-skirt, which she hardly wore, and a black tank-top that had an embroidered "Counting Crowns" labeled on it. She had on a pair of black flip flops which revealed a tattoo on her foot. She entered the store glancing at first, and then making her way towards a rack of black pants. She looked through them, eyeing one pair which was immediately her favorite. She loved them. She chewed on her lip-ring lightly, before sighing and turning around, nearly running into the young man. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." she said almost immedately.

[.Syriana.x.Derek.x.Nathan.]

Fingers flicked through the over popularized bands searching for those hardly known, withdrawing once with a logo scribed to say Pensive, one he recognized from California when they went on tour and he saw them for like a matter of five dollars. The cheap club shows were greatly loved by the male, allowing him to see the bands in concert before they became over inflated, meeting them in person when they still owned a nice personality. Charcoal locks were parted to the left, long bang masking his luring blue hue on the particular side, waiting until something specific needed to be focused upon and he had to flick it aside with a swift head jerk. That portion of his skull was rarely revealed, his hairstyle aggravating his family almost beyond their anger holds, those exact reasons caused him to hold the deadly secret. If his father of brothers ever knew he was bordering between straight and gay they would go homicidal and abuse him until they believed him to be cured of the weirdness. Obsidian tee was draped over his forearm as he shifted to the opposite side of the exotic space, azure lenses filtered through the jewelry and belts with minor intrest, most already purchased long ago. The keyboard belt encircled his waist currently, revealing the fact that he was a frequent shopper at his last residence, attention drifting toward the other figures scattered around only momentarily, finding it entertaining and a disgrace when he saw preps wander into this shop. Not like it was his place to say who belonged here, having no place in this world to discriminate against other races or groups.

What weight his bones held shifted from foot to foot, moving closer to the racks as another flood of people entered through the door, pushed aside by some, few issuing a sorry. He was used to the rough actions, apologies rare in his life, almost familiar to the boy, his father abusing him and brothers tackling him for no apparent reason or so it seemed. The didn't know or his sexual orientation did they? No one knew before he left, not even his best friends knew he prefered both males and females rather than the opposite gender like normal. But what was normal in this world anymore though, he knew for a fact a lot of humans were no longer straight, still it wasn't the majority but the numbers had increased ever since there wasn't as much prejudice remarks and stereotypes.

It seemed as soon as the wave of other figures entered they disappeared, individuals now able to be made out in the males vision, the rapid blur fading to details on passing skulls. Lips remained ina straight line, no anger released even though he was still battled for his position near the rack, instead of fighting back he just backed to a vacant part of the sub-building. Fingers were tucked comfortable into the tight pockets, aqua pools scanning through the new area finding himself by the shoes, some were owned by him and some weren't, most free of his possession because he prefered brands they didn't sell here. The employee behind the counter finally recognised him as he passed, releasing a hello at a volume he was capible of hearing, waiting for Nate's soft and shy vocals to return the introduction. Instead of releasing his chords in word form instead he just gave a pathetic wave and a small smirk. perfectly aligned ivories still curtained by his pink lips. The metal barbell in theright of his bottom lip clinked against his enamels lightly until his emotionless state returned, leaving himself stationary in the least dense part of the shop.

It was there that another figure almost stumbled into him, the action accidental as it was seen behind the thick ebon fringe, legs steadying himself for the collision before it occured but it still caused him to faulter. Thighs were heavily muscled for as lean as he was considered, figure turning around to face hers, clique or genre she belonged to easily known as the surfers, they were often found in this store. One constantly wears dull colors such as black or a dark contrary color if anything seemed to fit both or their attire descriptions, emerald eyeshadow encircling exotic green pools. Shoulders just gave a half shrug, mind pondering on the idea of speaking or not, lips curving upward only the slightest as they parted,

"Don't be. You're not the first."

Words were scarce unless he knew you well, ocean tinted oculars examining her only the slightest as he remained forward, not wishing to come off as rude to the female. The gentleman like personality not allowing him to do so.

[[Jason : Ararinda : Abby]]

She sighed, before shrugging herself. A lock of hair fell into her eyes, but it was ignored as she moved on in search of another pair of pants. "Figured I'd attempt at being half-way civil, but hey, maybe it's different here than home." she said with a bit of sarcasm, but not enough to really be noticed.

She had that tendency, to be a bit sarcastic. She assumed it came from her past, although few knew of it. She had kept it a secret so long, but it never faded from her mind. Her mother had instilled a distrust in people that not even time could fix, it would always be there. She had been moreless abandoned at age 10.

She sighed deeply, pushing the thought of her past that had re-entered her mind to the back. She found some jewlery nearby, and she immediately began searching through it, much of which wasn't "new" and had been around for quite a while. She let out a blow of discouragement and moved on to the other side. She knew she had to go soon, but she didn't really want to go home, it was just so...boring.