|.Better things to do.} {.alek.|

[trevor linkon]

You can dig me up a grave, and try to stick me in the ground. You can tie me to the bed and try and beat me half to death but you can never keep me down. I will survive! You're my Mississippi princess, you're my California queen. Like the duchess of Detroit and every city in between. You can slap me in the face, and you can scream affinities. Leave me here to die alone but, I'll still follow you home.

Mid afternoon, and here was Trevor listening to his iPod with a french vanilla frappucino in hand. He was oddly tired for today, but perhaps it was because he was alone again. He seemed to be alone quite more often then he ever was back home... Maybe it was because he didn't know as many people here. Whatever the reason was, it was driving him up the wall of this stupid hotel. He wanted to go somewhere entertaining, but he didn't know where to go. He had tried calling and talking to some of his friends back home, but no one had answered his call, and he hoped they were not all ignoring him... since his trip here was kind of unexpected. He hadn't meant to leave, but he couldn't help it. Long story made short, he needed to start new and couldn't go back home even if he really wanted too.

Murder, it was a complicated thing. Even if it may have been accidental homicide, it was still murder and if anyone knew where he was he might get in serious trouble, and he's not talking about getting grounded for a few months. He was near eighteen years old when he pushed his father through the window and sent him plummeting to the ground from three stories up. He could be charged on the adult system and he didn't really know what he'd get for such a crime with his story, but he didn't figure the jury would see his side with lenience. It may have been accidental, but they were fighting and if they knew he'd gotten in fights before and hurt the kids he fought with then they definitely wouldn't think too kindly of him. Either way, he couldn’t and wasn't planning on going home anytime soon. Aside from a lack of companionship 75% of the time he was here, it was nice. He didn't have to think about someone finding him and arresting him...

A heavy sigh left the male's lungs as he stretched his long arms to the sky, and then brought them down to wrap his long fingers around the sweating cup that sat in front of him. The cold liquid inside the plastic cup chilled his fingers and he raised the cup to his lips, slowly taking in the sweet taste of the blended drink. It rushed over his taste buds and he swallowed the caffeinated drink carefully, feeling the chilly sensation run down his throat. He shuddered slightly at the thought and pulled his back straight up so he sat tall on the bar stool, cup in hand and dark brown eyes searching the scene for anyone that he knew.
The male was dressed in all black as usual, a short sleeved, form fitting t-shirt that read Cannibal Corpse across the front in dripping red letters dressed his torso. A studded belt hugged his hips and black skinny jeans fit over his long slender legs. Red converse covered his feet and were rested on one of the support bars of the stool. His fingers drummed softly against the sweating cup and left small droplets of water on the table which the cup sat in his hold. How he wished for someone to come in that he knew. He'd be all over them like butter on toast... Scratch that, jelly on toast.

[alek van saar]

The coffee stand was alright. They didn't have the best type of coffee or whatever drink that they served. Alek never paid much attention to what they offered for those incolent people who took the time to actually drink something or buy the pastries that were in view with the clear case. Baked goods were delightful and fun to eat, yes, but never were satisfying to his taste buds exactly. They craved for something totally different than this, and have been for the past one hundred, two years. He had gotten use to it, but still allowed himself the knowledge that he still was some human and could enjoy those types of food. That was the only way he convinced himself besides just telling himself it over and over again without much confidence. Well, he could have tried better ways, but never really took the time to because he tended to be lazy.

Clad with a pair of dark blue jeans that were too long in the length but just right in the waist, he had the bottom hem of them rolled up and cuffed to show the lighter shade of the fabric on the inside. He didn't mind it and it looked okay on his own part and didn't mind that because it was his own little style he was enjoying for the time being. A pair of 'World Industries' shoes were on his feet that were easy slip-ons that had blood print on the front part of it, and then hand prints done in blood. Brutal actually. A simple white studded belt was tugging the pants daringly closer to his hips to show off how slender they were and just his waist area. To complete the little clothing attire was a simple long sleeved shirt that was thing, and had dark gray and black stripes going horizontally across it. It was actually the normal attire for Mr. Van Saar here, and helped him pull off that he was actually just a naive nineteen year old with his whole 'scene' façade.

Sighing, he skidded his shoe covered feet over the tiled floors of the hotel. Alek seriously could find himself in these types of situations of boredom and no one could pull him from him. There was no point to him to go talk to some random human student that had come to the hotel from who knows where. So, he was left stalking the shadows of the hotel and as he walked by the Coffee Stand he could spot a familar young male that he knew just faintly. Yet, a smile tugged at the creases of his light pink pouty lips as he stared and almost caught himself admiring the boy from afar, but found it as stalking and only stopped himself from continuing. Making his way passed some random person going away from the stand, he walked up to his friend. "Hey there," His casual saying to Trevor, and his strong British accent coming forth from his tongue.

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[trevor linkon]

Dark brown eyes with centers as black as an abyss caught sight of a familiar face wandering through the hotel, not stopping to speak with any of the unfamiliar people that surrounded the quaint little coffee shop. A smirk tugged at the male's lips, pulling them into a small, upward curl that showed off the hollow, almost feminine look his features had to them. Almond shaped optics followed the other's movement as his lips also curled upward a bit, forming a small smile. He walked up to the table where Trevor had been sitting quietly and spoke with a plain greeting. The British accent rolled off his tongue, just making the words he spoke all the more smooth and pleasant to Trevor's ears.

Head was then tilted slightly, letting the black locks fall away from his face to reveal the other deep brown eye which was outlined in black eye liner as well, making the outside edge of his eyelids very clear to anyone who looked at him. He adored his eyeliner, and didn't know where he'd be without it. He looked strange without his make-up, or so he thought. "Well hello. It's good to see a familiar face in this place." the Italian accent flowed with his words, and sounded sort of rough compared to the other male's British accent. When he was a kid he's always pretended he was an Italian mobster. He had the accent for it, but never the looks. He looked too feminine in his opinion. The smirk remained as he quickly added another statement after his greeting, knowing that he'd rhymed his words, but not intentionally. "No rhyme intended." words left his smirking lips as his dark eyes looked up at Alek who stood while Trevor sat on the stool, his fingers still wrapped tightly around the cup that sat in front of him.

"How are you on this fine, but rather dull afternoon?" vocals questioned, feeling rather bored himself. He was glad to see Alek out and about though. Now he had someone to talk too instead of hanging around by himself. Maybe he'd walk and talk instead of just sitting here. That would be more entertaining because he could never sit still for very long, even when he hadn't had any coffee in the past few hours. He was just energetic, but not to the point that he was considered annoying. He was contained.

[alek van saar]

Alek was wanting to sort of laugh at the whole ryhming thing that wasn't meant to be that of course, but it was silly and anyone would laugh at it. Plus the fact that he added the whole 'no ryhme intended'. It didn't have to have been intended, but the fact that it happened was childish sort of and just funny to him. Now, his meetings with Trevor were never this nice, or polite since beneath all of that layers of sweet hyper-ness was actually a rather harsh male that could do some harm to someone else who was a human. But for Alek it didn't phase him because of the whole quick healing ordeal with his kind. The pain was there and sometimes strong, but never lasted long enough to have a full on effect on him. That was the good thing he presumed, but it never was good to get hit by his friend. Never fun. It happened only when someone made him mad or angry, and he took it out on Alek because he knew he could. And Alek let him. Trying to prove that he'd be with him anyway.

Not as a sign that he liked him. Just as a sign that he was a decent amount of a friend to do that and be there for him. If it was taken as more than that, then good, because he did feel like that for Trevor and he wasn't going to admit to it. No. Not unless he was asked then he'd be pretty damn honest about it. Keeping his own secrets was a hard task and he never could do it because he never wanted to keep anything from those who want to know him. Sure the fact that he was pretty much Gay was the small fact he didn't let just anyone know about him since that type of thing was too personal for him to reveal without remorse of any sorts. It just wasn't him to admit his sexual preference. A smile that was already on his face sort of vanished slowly and he became placid with his expression and he sat down infront of Trevor without asking if he could sit with him at the table. He didn't think it would be a problem.

Sort of sucking in his teeth to get the sort of after taste of the animal blood from the depths of his teeth, he sort of shrugged at his friend. The strong smell of human blood that pulsed through his brain didn't bother him since he just got finished feeding and that was why he managed to seem so calm. "Pretty decent, and rather bored for once. Too many weird people here is sort of freaking me out," Chuckling lightly from deep in his throat, he sort of flipped away his bangs from his face and looked around at the Coffee Stand. A few more people that he didn't know came in and ordered themselves a few things. These people never were that interesting, and so he turned his head back to stare at Trevor. The only interesting thing that he could see in this entire place so far.

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[trevor linkon]

He could have laughed. Trevor was in a good mood today and was really calm except for the pure caffeine induced energy that boiled within his depths. No one had crossed that line to make him angry, which was good really. He didn't like being angry really, but it happened a lot and he did enjoy the feeling of being in control of things. Sure, people suffered when he was angry and if he thought about all the people he'd hurt then he'd probably find it pretty horrible that he had taken his anger out on so many people. It was kind of natural for him though. The anger was in his blood, but he'd also been directed early on in life to anger management sessions, and those never worked well because he was never really paying attention when the people talked to him. He'd usually just zone out and act as thought they were not talking. He had a short attention span at times, and it just so happened that he did whenever he went to go see Doctor Hickey... That oh so amazing horrifying man. He'd never forget Dr. H, even from all those years back. That man was different and scared him a little bit; of course he would have never admitted such a thing. Fear was a sign of vulnerability, and being in control involved keeping that tenderness hidden so he couldn't get hurt.

How someone could have a hard time keeping secrets was beyond him. Trevor's life currently was a secret. No one knew what he'd done; all they knew was that he disappeared shortly after the 'incident'. Now of course, if they can put two and two together then it's obvious what happened... but people these days lack a lot of common sense so he felt pretty safe.
Now, secrets when it came to his feelings about other people were very open. Someone knew when he hated them, and they knew when he flat out didn't like something about them because he told them. Feels toward others, especially males, were a bit more hidden, but still obvious to a blind man. He would tell them directly in some cases, but in most it took a little bit of coaxing, or a subtle hint that the other knew. Like his other boyfriend, Riley, from back home. It was obvious that he'd been hitting on the younger boy, and finally when Riley caught it and returned the hint, Trevor asked him out. Plain as day with no hesitation. Something kept him from doing such a thing with Alek. He just couldn't get himself up enough to ask him out actually. He didn't really think he wanted a relationship; he was just physically drawn to the other.

A soft laugh passed through the male's lips as he heard the words come from Alek. He took no thought of him just sitting down without question, for it was expected of a friend. He wasn't going to tell Alek to leave even on his worst days. "Weird would be considered an understatement when talking about some of these people. I saw the craziest looking guy not too long before I saw you. He was dressed like a clown, without the red nose, and had liberty spikes that were no lie, probably eighteen inches long and a dark, blood red kind of color. It was insane..." Trevor shook his head slightly, not seeing how someone could dress in that manner and have hair that crazy looking. Sure, liberty spikes were cool, and people better watch out if Trevor were to ever get some... but man. You'd have been crazy to do something so extreme. There was a line that could be crossed at some point.

[alek van saar]

Secrets were the main thing that kept other people mysterious and made a whole lot of people just want to know them and that was a good thing. Sometimes, but if the person held out on giving the other person the trust to tell them something like that, then that other person most the time lost interest unless the person was patient. For Alek, he could care less about getting told secrets in return to his that spill out easiliy like when you knock over a glass of a full cup of water. Though, if Trevor was someone he met before he was bitten, or even after in the begining... Alek probably wouldn't have really associated with him since he tried to avoid his feelings for other guys that seemed to happen constantly. Or maybe it was just the physical attraction to other males, but either way he had to keep it a secret from his always drunk parents. When they were sober they were lineant on him on what he did at the time but clear that they didn't want him doing something completely mental. Such as dating a guy, or just befriending the supposively 'wrong' people.

Feelings for other people were sort of an 'iffy' thing for Alek. Sure he would tell someone he didn't like them or something but if someone said that to him, he'd probably breakdown into tears. He'd hold them in, but never would they stay there for long because they'd just go. Or he'd just get angry in responce to that because that's all he knew to do. It was actually pathetic for some vampire to be weak with emotions, but that was what made him different than others. Maybe after another hundred years he'd get a grip on them and would lock them up until he just found someone that might care for him in return. As for Trevore, he wasn't sure if it was just a physical attraction or something else. He liked Trevor, but hated his feelings for the human because he told himself that he wouldn't fall for someone that was around when he came to the hotel. Or for a human at all because he knew they wouldn't live a long life with him unless they were turned. It was sad.

"A clown?" He questioned, and a shiver pulsed thruogh his spine and just made him shiver all over. Alek definitely didn't like clowns one bit, "Well, I'm fairly glad I missed seeing something like that walking through the hotel," Nose scrunching up slightly, he shook his head and glanced down at the table that him and Trevor was sitting at. Tracing away at the little twisting designs like he had never looked at them or detected they were there. The marble on the table just intrigued him for the time being since he didn't know what more to say. Normally he would have more to say, but he was a tad on the tired side for once. "What are you doing down here, despite getting yourself some caffeine to make you hyper?" He inquired as he tapped his artistic like fingers on the edeg of the table before glancing back up at his friend with dark brunette hair cascading down in front of his face.

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[trevor linkon]

The male nodded in agreement as most normal people wouldn't have wanted to see that. Even if one wasn't afraid of clowns, this guy was pretty terrifying. He didn't mention the many piercings he had on his mouth, nose, eyebrows and ears. He would probably have set off a metal detector if he went anywhere near one. Trevor admired the thought of having a few lip and eyebrow piercings, but all over his face like that just disgusted him terribly. How someone could want their face to look like that was beyond him. Besides, how could you kiss someone like that? Not hinting that he would. Oh no, he'd stay back from that dude, but like you'd get your lips caught in all those hoops and studs. He'd imagine it to be slightly painful and bloody.

Dark brown hued eyes watched the hands trace over the random designs that the marble table top had within it. He'd been looking at them before Alek had stolen his attention, as well as before that clown dude walked in here. It looked like something he might have painted when he was younger. Even since he was a child he's liked to paint, and he painted often. He liked to paint animals, buildings, anything with lots and lots of color, or varying shades of gray. The only thing he wasn't good at painting were people, well, he couldn't really say that because he had only ever gotten to try a few times. No one wanted to sit still and let him paint, so he just didn't do it. Riley was the one who'd sat still for him, and although the male had loved the outcome of the painting, Trevor had been disappointed with it. The final piece had an unintended sort of abstract look to it, and he didn't paint abstract things, unless he was painting a realistic picture of an abstract piece of art.

Lips curled upward slightly, allowing a smile to show across his pale features. His eyes rose back up to glance at the face of the male who'd spoken to him. What was here doing here? Well, was Alek speaking of why he was here at the hotel or why he was here sitting by the star bucks all alone? He would say that the male questioned about why he sat here because he mentioned the highly caffeinated drink which was held tightly within his fingers, so he answered the question...
"Well, I wish I had something better to do then sit here and drink coffee, but alas I do not. I had been planning on taking some pictures for a collage I am working on, but my favorite camera just died this morning. Ticked me off, so I wandered about the place for a while and decided to get my fix for the day." the lyrics slid through his lips as if this kind of thing happened to him quite often. In all reality, these past few days have been rather unlucky because he's been struck with boredom. He had started to collage yesterday, but he hadn't been satisfied with the pictures he'd taken. So yesterday he worked on pictures all day, and still needed some different ones. He could probably start painting now, but wanted all his pictures first.

"What about you?" he asked with a wondering tone in his question. He didn't really see a plausible reason that the other male would want to be here. Unless he was just here to simply enjoy Trevor's company... Don't make him laugh. This was idea was highly doubted by Trevor, but who knew? People are strange sometimes.

[alek van saar]

Piercings weren't at all Alek's thing. Sure he had like a crazy fetish for them, but when someone took it too far with their piercings, then he just got disgusted over it instead of turned on. Call him all the much more weirder, but it was how he was. If Trevor had told him that the person had piercings, and wasn't specific on how many, then he'd probably change his own mind honestly, but... he didn't, and it was a good thing because he didn't have the curdious few piercings that were just better than having them all over your face leaving no skin really visible. Ew, it was just a disgusting thought to think that someone wanted to mark their body that way when a person's face held such a better purpose. Creepy.

"That must really suck! I'd have a melt down if my camera broke in any way... though I could just go buy a new one, but yeah. That really sounds like a bummer." He sort of slouched in his posture to sort of make it more evident that he was sort of 'bummed' out about that ordeal that really was just Trevor's problem. Alek had alot of cameras and just camera equipment since he himself loved photography to death. Heh, bad wording, he thought in his head for a moment. He pondered if he should like, offer Trevor the ability to use his camera if need be. It wouldn't bee too much of a hassle, "I have my camera you're more than welcomed to use if you really want," He finally said.

"My intention wasn't exactly to come down to here, because I was merely just wandering around the floors like I normally do, and you just happened to be in here and I was getting bored. So, yeah, that was how I ended up here. Not so interesting honestly." Alek shrugged his shoulders, and scratched at the side of his neck momentarily as he just sat there with really nothing to say to Trevor. Trying to figure something. Think! Looking around instead of at the intriguing table he let his eyes just dawn on a passing by female. Not normally interested in girls, he sort of grew a smirk on his face since this girl looked pretty good in his opinion.

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[trevor linkon]

“Yeah it’s horrible. I was so glad that I had something to do today, and then something like this happens. I just can’t win when it comes to boredom…” The male said the words in a mildly comedic manner, because yes he was bummed about it, but he was still in a good mood and he was sure that he could find something else to do. I mean, he was talking with Alek now, which in all honesty was pretty entertaining in itself. Dark eyes watched as the male’s posture changed to more of a slouch to show the disappointment. Although it was Trevor’s problem, both of them could understand how much it sucked to loose a good camera. He listened then as Alek brought up the statement of him being allowed to use the camera. A small smile pulled at his lips. “Thanks for the offer, but with my luck you wouldn’t want me too.” He chuckled softly and shook his head slightly, thinking to himself it would be a bad idea. “Besides, I do have a few more. They are not my favorites, but they will bring some satisfactory results for what I am working on.” The small smile was still shown on his face.

“Ahh I see. I don’t think anyone really has an interesting reason why they are here. It seems most of us wind up in places because we’re just simply bored.—Excuse me.” he finished speaking, and then excused himself for a brief moment so that he could throw the cup away. He didn’t want the rest of the melted drink, so he tossed it and returned to the table. He didn’t sit down though, for he didn’t wish to any longer. He had the mind to go for a walk, and he wondered if Alek might care to join him. So lips parted to allow the words to pass through them. “I can’t sit here any longer. You may if you like, or I wouldn’t mind your company on a walk.” he spoke in calms tones as his elbows leaned against the surface of the table and his palms were cupped around the corners of his jaw, supporting his head as he waited to hear an answer from the other. He kind of hoped he’d come along, but he wouldn’t exactly be terribly disappointed if the male decided to stay.



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