[OPEN] Anybody?

[Zachary Williams]

,, Dude, seriously, don't do that to me! I was imagining you suffocating in a pile of beautiful women!"
Zach shook his head at his friends words, as he held his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear. ,, I've just been busy, man. You know, the usual. Getting to know people." He apologized with the sound of a laugh in his voice. ,, And by people you mean women. I know you, Zach!" His friend's words made Zach laugh once again. ,, Sure. Whatever, bro. I'll see you real soon, I promise." He hung up, and placed the phone in his pocket. He'd been wrestling his gym-bag to get it open, after a piece of cloth had gotten stuck in the zipper, but it finally slid right open, after he'd forced the cloth out, causing it to rip a few inches. He rolled his eyes as he threw it over his shoulder and headed out the door from the gym lockers. He'd spend his entire day attending his classes - being bored in one classroom after the other, just waiting for the teachers to stop talking and let the students - including himself - go out and do their stuff. Being back in school wasn't as horrible as he'd thought it would be, after all. He already missed surfing and boxing more, than he'd thought he would, so he'd been playing basketball again. This time he'd been practicing with the basketballteam, but they'd left before he had, so he'd had to shower alone - something he was quite happy about. He'd made a lot of friends around the school, but nobody had gotten really close to him yet. He missed having someone to talk to all the time, someone he knew he could always hang out with, if he felt like he needed company. Someone to rely on, and someone to teach him the ways and manners of this place. But it'd probably come as time went by.

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[Ace Ravena]

I’m drowning in an ocean of the tears that I’ve cried,

It had been a very long few months for me. Getting out of the rehab center and promising them that I could live by myself was just one stretch in the road. Granted, I hadn’t gotten over my horrible habits, but they didn’t need to know that. They believed me and let me continue my studies at Balston. Which was something I looked forward to. I wanted to be able to finish this hell hole of a college and proceed with the photojournalism that I longed to do. But as time moved on, I knew for a fact that things were going to get more difficult for me and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle that. I didn’t have many friends anymore. My only daughter was gone too, thanks to my shitty parents. Oh the fun in that. It ripped me apart inside, leaving me in that stupid rehab center. The people that were there were the most annoying people in the entire world. “Oh, we care about you. Really, we do.” good for you then. Now leave me alone if you so say care. God, people just didn’t understand and they tried so hard but they never would.

Today was just another crummy day in my book and after the studies I had, I was ready to just go back to my dorm room and drop everything and sleep until the next day. Even if it was early in the day still. I had no motivation for anything. I remembered how happy I was when I actually felt like I could do something with my life. Spending most of my time on the beach, surfing, visiting the campfires of the summer with friends, sleepovers and road trips with the guys’, those were just some of the memories that were the best thing to happen to me. And now there weren’t anyone around to do any of that with. As I rounded the corner of the gym to leave and walk past the gym lockers after taking the photos from the practice to test out the new lens I had, I quickly came to a stop before almost running into someone. Adjusting my camera back over my shoulder, I looked up with my dull brown eyes and brushed the blond hair from my eyes at the boy I almost tried to run into. “Sorry, wasn’t really paying attention.” I said softly to him, looking away slightly nervous as to how he would act.

I tried to drown my sorrows, instead they’re all drowning me.

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tagged; Zach Williams
notes; hope you don’t mind <3
inspiration; creatures – motionless in white

[Zachary Williams]

Zach brushed his hand over the white t-shirt he was wearing, and pulled the open button-down shirt a little out from his chest, making it sit just a little more reckless. He was so busy, that he too, didn't see the girl. About the same time, they both looked up and met each others gaze. Just like the girl, Zach stopped right away. He starred surprised at her for a moment, before smiling apologeticly. ,, Me neither. Sorry." He replied, when she was a big quicker to react than he'd been. He ran a hand through his hair, being a little vain all of a sudden. She looked pretty cute - not like a lot of the other girls here, who seemed to be all colorfull or with no colors at all... This girl looked a little more normal. A little more his type. He bit his lip, forcing himself to stay calm - he needed a normal friend too. He liked the hippies too - he liked pretty much everyone - but he needed someone who dressed like an ordinary collegestudent, and hopefully acted a bit like it too. ,, Are you okay?" He put a hand on her elbow for a second, trying to show that he actually cared - that he wasn't just being polite. ,, I'm Zach." He said, after a few seconds, as he stepped back a little, so they could see each other's face clearer. He tiltes his head to the side, smiling at her in his own cute manner. His hair was still a bit wet from the shower, but it was pushed back because he'd run a hand through it. He looked amazing, and he knew all too well. He watched her face, waiting for her reaction - he didn't even think about the possibility that she could be pissed off at him.

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[Ace Ravena]

I’m drowning in an ocean of the tears that I’ve cried,

Noticing the boy’s eyes land on me, I bit down on my lower lip before reaching up and brushing my orangish blond hair behind my ear. “me neither, sorry.” I heard him say gently to me. I just shrugged it off. “It happens, right?” I returned my gaze up to him and offered him a small half hearted smile. He seemed pretty normal, not really the type of guy I used to hang out with. But I mean, I hung out with Claude quite often a few years back, and he seemed to remind me of this guy. So many I did hang out with that kind of guy. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t pay attention anymore. I readjusted the camera over my shoulder once again before his voice hit my ears once more. “Are you okay?” Listening to him I just nodded. “I’m just quiet.” I lied. I was quiet, but I had my reasoning behind it that most people weren’t comfortable with yet. “I’m Zach.” his voice hit my ears once more and I nodded slightly before clearing my throat. “I’m Ace.” I said a little louder than the rest of the conversation we had just had. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” I asked him, curiously. Why I thinking about him more than I had anyone else, I wasn’t sure yet.

I tried to drown my sorrows, instead they’re all drowning me.

outfit; here.
tagged; Zach Williams
notes; --
inspiration; creatures – motionless in white

[Zachary Williams]

Zach smiled at her, not really sure how to continue the conversation. He hated feeling insecure like this, but it always happened to him at new places. ,, Yeah, shit happens." He agreed, relieved that she wasn't pissed off - or anything like that. She even seemed... friendly. He didn't comment on her being quiet, but his eyes searched her face for some reason to that. He'd gotten the habit to check out people's eyes at this school, looking for signs of drugs, since he enjoyed weed and needed someone to smoke with along with the knowledge of where to buy. She seemed clean in the fluorescents, though. ,, Ace?" He repeated, flashing his rows of pearly white teeth in a breathtaking smile. ,, Short for anything?" He then asked, actually a bit interested. When she too talked about him being new and all, he couldn't help but sigh a bit. He hoped it was just because he was just too handsome to overlook, not because he seemed lost or confused. ,, Yeah, I am." He replied after a few seconds, getting his thoughts under control. His eyes wandered down her body, before finally falling on her camera. Curious as he was, he had to ask what that was. ,, You' filming something?" He asked, as he moved out of her way, so she could continue on to wherever-she-was-going, and he could walk along. He'd been a model back home, so he knew a professional-looking camera when he saw one. He'd always enjoyed being in front of the cameras, the photographer's comments... He'd miss that.

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[Ace Ravena]

I’m drowning in an ocean of the tears that I’ve cried,

I nodded to his comment about how things just happened. I just nodded to him before turning my gaze back up at him. My eyes scanned his face real fast before looking away. “Ace? Short for anything?” I shrugged with a small laugh. That had actually been the first time I ever had been asked that. I allowed my gaze to fall back on his face with a small smile. “Nope. Just Ace. Ace Ravena.” I said softly with a small courtesy out of fun. Well this wasn’t me. I wasn’t happy or joking or anything. But then again, I didn’t talk to anyone. I guess all I needed was some social contact, but that still didn’t change the scars I hid with my clothing. Hearing his reply about being new, I just nodded before his eyes scanned over my camera. “You filming something?” Shaking my head no, I looked down at my huge ass camera bag. “No. I’m here studying for a major in photojournalism. I need to be exposed to almost everything and today was full of sports.” I ended with a slight nod. I forgot how great it felt to be with someone that didn’t know me and my horrible habits.

I tried to drown my sorrows, instead they’re all drowning me.

outfit; here.
tagged; Zach Williams
notes; --
inspiration; creatures – motionless in white

[Zachary Williams]

Zach smiled at her, when she said that Ace was just her name. ,, Pretty name." He commented, as he adjusted the strap over his shoulder from the gymbag. It wasn't really that heavy, so it didn't bother him much. He thought about telling her that Zach was short for Zachary - but he decided not to, since she could probably figure that out herself. His eyes lay on her camera bag as she spoke. ,, That's so cool." He claimed, a smile on his face. ,, Do you like sports or was it torture?" He leaned up against the lockers, as he waited for her reply. He loved sports himself, and he was a natural at most. He preffered basketball, boxing and football, but he enjoyed watching baseball, hockey and so on... Pretty much everything, actually. He'd definetly enjoy having to be in her place, but of course that didn't mean that she would like it. He didn't know her, after all. It was nice just talking about random stuff with this pretty young woman. ,, What year are you on?" He then asked, because he hadn't seen her in any of his classes - yet, that was, he'd only been there a few days. Some guys from his English class passed them, and they claimed his attention for a few seconds. He raised one finger at Ace, signaling her to wait for him.
,, Sure. Umm, how 'bout we meet in he quad in about two hours?" He asked, deciding that he wanted some time to himself or with somebody else. He nodded, like it was a deal, before watching them leave. ,, Sorry about that." He mumbled, as he turnd to face Ace again.

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[Ace Ravena]

I’m drowning in an ocean of the tears that I’ve cried,

smiling back at him I just nodded. “Thanks.” I said. I was feeling a tiny bit more bashful as the time went on. “That’s so cool. Do you like sports or was it torture?” Shrugging to him, I just laughed. “Well, I used to surf a lot. That was the extent of my sports addiction. Except for the occasional fastpitch games with friends.” I said softly, adjusting the camera once more. “What year are you on?” I heard him say and I took a moment to think about it.

[/color]” “Well, I’ve just started. But I’ve been in college for two and a half years now. Finishing up my high school shit before I could move on.” I mumbled. Before clearing my throat softly while he signaled for me to wait for him. Nodding slightly to him, I just watched him go off and chat. “Sorry about that.” I just shrugged. “It happens. So what about you? What year are you on and what are you doing?” I asked calmly, reaching up to brush the orangeish blond strands of hair from my eyes.
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I tried to drown my sorrows, instead they’re all drowning me.

outfit; here.
tagged; Zach Williams
notes; --
inspiration; creatures – motionless in white

[Zachary Williams]

Zach's eyes lit up, when she told him that she liked surfing. ,, Really?" He watched her body for about a second, deciding that she could look like a surfer-type. ,, Wow, me too. When I grew up, my dad worked as a lifeguard at the Santa Monica Beach, so I spent most my time there - I turned into a pretty damn good surfer." He told her, a big grin on his face. It was an understatement - he was awesome. He loved the water, and could spend hours and hours in it. When she didn't exactly tell him what grade she was in, but from her looks he could tell that she was at least a few years younger than him, he decided that she must've been a freshman - a softmore at least... But hey, that usually didn't stop him. ,, Cool. I just decided not to go - untill my mom forced me, that is. And now I'm here. My Junior year, and I'm dying to get out of this hellhole." He told her, shaking his head at the thought. He had never wanted to attend college, but his mom really wanted him to, and he'd eventually run out of excuses. ,, Hey, you wanna hang out? I've got some time, before I have to hang out with those losers." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction his classmates had disappeared only a few seconds earlier. He didn't really think they were losers... But he definetly didn't think they were half as cool and fun to be around, as his friends back at home. His mom would've loved to see him hanging out with them, though. She cared about him a lot, and would've loved to see him with people who were "appropriate for him", as she said. He didn't care for her oppinion about his friends, though. They were his friends, and him who had to be around them - not her. He tried not to make her worried, so he didn't talk to her about drugs, drinking or his "inappropriate friends".

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[Ace Ravena]

I’m drowning in an ocean of the tears that I’ve cried,

nodding to him with a small laugh at his surprise of me surfing, I just nodded. “Wow, me too. When I grew up, my dad worked as a lifeguard at the Santa Monica Beach, so I spent most of my time there – I turned into a pretty damn good surfer.” Nodding once mdore I raised an eyebrow. “I never was awesome at it, but I do enjoy it.” I said softly smiling. “Cool. I just decided not to go – until my mom forced me, that is. And now I’m here. My junior year, and I’m dying to get out of this hellhole.” I just shrugged slightly. “I would be a junior. Except I had some issues in high school and dropped out. Now I spent the past couple of years gaining the credits from junior and senior year of that shit, then now I’m a freshman. I’ve been here for god knows how long, but in a way I enjoy it. Its an escape from my parents.” I said softly with a slight discomfort found in my words.

A moments pause occurred before I heard his voice once more. “Hey, you wanna hang out? Ive got some time, before I have to hang out with those losers.” I smiled and let out a small laugh before shrugging. “Sure. Why not? I could use more friends.. I haven’t seen my other friends in god knows how long. They find me rather… odd now.” I shrugged it aside before exhaling softly and offering him another smile. “Lead the way, kid!” I said softly but playfully with a pet name added in. I called people kids a lot, even If they were older than me. Just habit, really.

I tried to drown my sorrows, instead they’re all drowning me.

outfit; here.
tagged; Zach Williams
notes; --
inspiration; creatures – motionless in white