Save a Poor Boy;; - - [open]

[trevor linkon]

|.Just Another Average Super Boring Day.}

His tall, but lean figure sunk into the deep cushions of the micro-fiber chair in the hotel lobby. It seemed as though the chair wanted to just eat him alive, but hey, he couldn’t blame it. Who wouldn’t? After all he was, in his opinion and many other’s, a very hot eighteen year old boy who was in fact single and looking around at his options. He had a very well toned body, complete with a nice pale skin tone and a well formed six pack, which was might he brag, working on an eight pack. He had deep, deep brown eyes that were as black as an abyss in the pupils, and they were surrounded by a crisp line of eyeliner above his eyes and a light dusting of black eyes shadow below them. His black locks were long and silky smooth, as well as hanging a bit over his face to hide some of his features. His well-sized, pink, pouty lips were curled in an upward manner as he let a smirk face the world around him. He was relaxed within the chair, his figure dressed in all black and legs propped up on the table in front of him.

A form fitting, button up shirt with long sleeves rolled up to his elbows was what dressed the male’s torso on this fine afternoon. It hugged his body, showing off his lean figure rather well. The shirt however was not long enough to cover some of the exposed skin on his lower stomach. He had jeans that fit snuggly around his body, but rested a little low giving the eyes a bit of a feast but still leaving a tasteful amount to the imagination. The jeans were black, of course and were held up but a black belt with silver pyramid studs on it. Hanging at his side was a chain that connected to a belt loop, but also connected a wallet to the other end of that chain. The wallet was nestled deep within his pocket on the left side. His feet were propped up on a table the rested a foot or two in front of him and his long legs were outstretched rather comfortably. They were crossed over one another and his boots were latter laced with red laces that tied all the way up to the top. Under his jeans, the boots went up to about the middle of his calf and fit comfortably.

His deep eyes scanned the room, watching to see if he might perhaps find someone that he knew. He was bored, and wanted someone who could entertain him since he was all by himself. He wasn’t usually alone for he always had a friend somewhere, but today was a very dull day and there didn’t seem to be anyone around besides himself. The lobby, as he had noticed, was dead and seemingly lifeless except for he who had no life today. He was alone, and bored. The male pulled the iPod out of his front right pocket of his jeans and untangled the cord of the ear buds. He placed them in his ears and turning the iPod off hold to have the loud and fierce, very mature, screaming lyrics of the band Cannibal Corpse playing through the tiny speakers. He kept the volume where it was and slipped the mp3 player back into his pocket, stretched out a bit more and pulled at the hem of his shirt, still only leaving that tasteful amount of skin on his lower torso exposed. He shook his head slightly, letting the black locks fall over his eyes and letting the heavy lids consume the brown colored optics.

[raina mae weathers]

Rushing down the hallway, Raina hurried to catch an elevator right before the doors closed on her. She had spent a few hours earlier in the wireless lobby, and returned to her room only to discover that she had left her wallet. Sure -- this place was pretty much her new home. That didn't mean that she trusted the people in it. They weren't her family.

As the elevator finally lurched to a stop, Raina ran towards the lobby, only to find a boy seated in the very seat that she had occupied earlier. Raina had figured that the wallet had probably fallen down into the cushions, and this posed a problem as Raina couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep, plus he was listening to an iPod so obviously had no clue that Raina was even there.

Approaching him, Raina tapped his arm lightly.

"Uhh..hey? Could you get up for a sec? I think I lost my wallet in the cushions of this chair..." Raina didn't know whether he could hear her over the music, but she posed the question anyway.

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[trevor linkon]

Dark brown pools with centers as black as an abyss opened once more as the light tap was felt against the skin of his arm. The male didn't move from his spot, but tilted his head slightly, and moving the black locks away from his eyes as to gaze at the female more fully. She looked as though she was rushed, and perhaps a bit unsettled. Like she'd lost something important. He knew because that's how he looked when he lost money, his iPod, his cell phone or his notebooks. He always flew into a mad panic and destroyed his room every time he lost something. Then, chances were better then good that the something he'd lost had been sitting in plain view the whole entire time. That wasn't the most pleasant thing he could ask for, because then he had to clean up the mess he made. Well, he didn't have too, but he was weird about that kind of thing.

He watched her lips move in a manner that indicated speech, but he only heard the words of his music. He shifted slightly to pull the iPod from his pocket and let his thumb grace the center, in a circular motion which turned the volume down. He removed an ear bud from his left ear and let it fall down against his chest as he continued to look up at her, dark brown eyes searching her features in a questioning manner.
"I'm sorry. Come again? You said you lost something?" the words were spoken in a soft manner, quite opposite of which his music used. The tones were a slightly higher pitch then most males, but were easy to listen too as they sounded polite and friendly. An Italian accent could be clearly picked up, but he spoke English very well. His mother had come over from Italy and met his father here, so her bloodlines were given to him. 'Italian American. What a mutt!' he could remember his grandmother saying when they first met. An apologetic smile crossed over his features, stretching his pouty lips into an upward curl and showing the white teeth that lurked behind the once closed mouth.

[raina mae weathers]

"Yeah," Raina said, "Sorry to bother you.. but I lost my wallet and I was sitting in this chair earlier. I think it fell into the cushions," She added, apologetically. "Normally it wouldn't bother me that much... but with a legion of the undead wandering the halls around here and a bunch of kids I don't know.." Raina shrugged. Raina knew that the vampires probably had no need for the small amount of money or driver's liscence that she kept in her wallet, but she knew that there were probably a few who would keep it from her just because they didn't like her. Besides, it wasn't losing the money or liscence that worried Raina, it was the prospect of losing the pictures kept inside the wallet. They were Raina's only memories of her mother that she had left, and she didn't know what she'd do if they went missing.

"I'm Raina, by the way," she told him, trying to make this meeting seem a little less irritating for him. Besides, she didn't figure that it would hurt to make some more friends here; it looked like everyone was going to be staying for a while. Raina thought she had sensed a slight accent as the boy spoke, which intrigued her slightly. She loved meeting people from different countries; for some reason she always seemed to like them more than people of her own nationality.

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[trevor linkon]

He listened carefully from the words that poured from her lips. In an apologetic tone, she added that she wouldn't usually have been that worried, but the legion of the undead was wandering the halls, as well as people she didn't know. He found it best not to question what she meant, because he had an idea but thought she was just a tad on the unstable side. The male moved into a standing position, letting his figure of six feet and two inches stand in the upright position. His shirt fell back over the exposed skin and over the waist of his jeans once again. "Feel free to look then. It would be a shame to loose it." the male spoke calmly, letting the smooth Italian accent roll off of his tongue as he spoke. In her position, he'd probably be lazy and wouldn't even bother to look for it. Whoever found his wallet would only be about ten bucks richer holds all his information as well as probably an old movie ticket. He hardly kept anything in his wallet. A calm smile spread across his lips as he stood off to the right side of the chair. He let his finger tips rest against the arm of the chair

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Raina. I'm Trevor." he spoke in a calm manner, allowing his figure to relax a little as he still stood off to the side of the chair. He shook his head a small bit, letting the long black locks fall into his vision a bit hiding one of the dark brown eyes that gazed upon the female in a polite manner as they exchanged their greetings. He wasn't one for handshakes, because they were a tad weird. He didn’t understand the point of grabbing someone else's hand... It just grossed him out a little. Who knew when the last time that person had washed their hands? He sure didn't and he wasn't going to ask. He just found it simpler to keep his hands to himself when it came to greetings.

"Alright, well... Here it goes. Off comes to cushion to hopefully reveal the lost wallet." that friendly smile of his never left his lips as he spoke. Trevor was usually a pretty happy person, but if you caught him on his bad days then you were in for quite the shocker. He dropped his hands, and bent his knees a bit, dropping his figure to the level of the chair as to pull the cushion out. If it had fallen underneath, there was only one place to go.
Upon the removal of the cushion Trevor kind of shielded his eyes incase there was some grotesque leftover food or something. To his relief there was not. There was a ten dollar bill, some loose change, a gum wrapper, and look at that! A wallet!