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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 29, 2012 22:02:39 GMT -5
((WHAT THE FUCK?! I SWORE I RESPONDED TO THIS!))
Dustin tried to catch Breyton when he fell but failed miserably and sighed, unhappily. Then, he chuckled and shook it off, folding his arms. "Get your head out of the clouds, Bobby Strong!" he quoted Urinetown. Looking over the bloody spots on Breyton's face as he spoke, Dustin shook his head again and frowned at his unwillingness for help. "You're not okay, you got beaten pretty badly." he pointed out.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 29, 2012 22:12:27 GMT -5
"This... This is nothing compared to what I was used to in my earlier life..." Breyton whispered quietly, wiping his eyes quickly so no tears could be seen. "But I'm fine, thank you for helping me." He tried to say in an even voice, but it broke and came out coarse. Breyton's mind turned back to when his parents started doing drugs, they always laughed with each other, but when he asked for the smallest thing like some water, or juice... They yelled at him, slapped him in the face and spanked him until he couldn't sit. He got punches in the stomach even now and then from his father, making it hard to breathe and stay up in P.E. at school. Breyton cried himself to sleep every night, he still did sometimes. He had to get himself a teddy bear to make himself feel comfortable at night. Then the tears finally made the way out of his eyes Breyton forced himself to wipe them away and not cry.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 29, 2012 22:16:51 GMT -5
Dustin grabbed his shoulder and hugged him, not really caring about not having a shirt on. "You're not okay and even an idiot can see it. Don't lie when someone, like myself, is willing to offer their help to get you past this." he murmured. The whole thing reminded him too much of the time when Chase had been gone and he wondered if that's how it had been for her, as well.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 29, 2012 22:28:40 GMT -5
Breyton's cheek was suddenly pressed against a warm, hard pectoral muscle. His sobs caught in his throat immediately and his teeth raked his bottom lip. The tears still streaked down his cheeks quickly, his hands had been pressed to his mid chest and since Dustin was taller then him, his hands were pressed tightly against Dustin's tight stomach. A blush forming darkly on his cheeks. Breyton's tongue felt heavy in his mouth, he couldn't form the words to ask him to break the embrace and that he was okay. The blush kept getting darker and darker as he thoughts ventured towards the space between Dustin's legs. He shook his head and gently broke away from the man, hiding his face. "I'm fine, I swear. Thank you for helping me." He said and started walking away quickly, trying to make his blush go away.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 29, 2012 22:33:37 GMT -5
Dustin looked after him, confused about the shade his cheeks had reached, and wondered if he really was okay. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he shook his head and went back to the beach to relax a little more. He laid down on his towel and tanned in the sun, wanting to forget about everything that bothered him.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 29, 2012 23:10:53 GMT -5
Breyton sat on a bench and hunched over, his heart was beating like he had just ran a marathon and his breathing were matching the effect of his heart. His cheeks were still stained a very deep maroon. Breyton's hair fell over his face to cover it from the view of people. His tears had stopped and his mind was just filled with the one thing that had just hugged him. Dustin. He shivered slightly and smiled a bit, he never thought that he would ever get a hug from said main, and his body being pressed up against him... He still felt like he was on cloud nine. The problems that threatened to overtake him just earlier with it's cold grip. That one single hug full of worry for him of all people made him instantly bloom with warmth.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 30, 2012 12:09:14 GMT -5
Dustin basked in the rays of the brilliantly yellow sun. He moved his hands to be by his side and yawned a little. When he was dry, he got up and headed back to his cabin to change and take a shower to go hang out with his friends.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 30, 2012 13:07:27 GMT -5
Breyton had taken a fresh shower and had gotten on some dry clothes, he didn't want to go through the trouble of straightening it and things. So you could see some things that you normally didn't see on him, messy black hair and a clean face without foundation to hide acne and whatsoever. So you could see a few dots of acne on his chin. He yawned and looked around camp, rubbing his right eye with the palm of his hand. He wanted to spend some time with somebody, because he was just in that kind of odd mood at the moment. But there wasn't anybody to hang out with so he just and sat by the fire, all alone on a log.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 30, 2012 19:23:35 GMT -5
Dustin walked out of the Hermes cabin with his beanie on as well as his fingerless black gloves, ripped up skinny jeans, and black v-neck. His red converse covered the bottom of his jeans as she walked while his skateboard was gripped under his left arm. He tossed the board down and jumped on, riding around the camp without anything more interesting to do.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jul 30, 2012 23:02:49 GMT -5
Right when Breyton sighed and closed his eyes in defeat, that's when the harassment group came back. He was going to have to deal with another slight beating and major harassment for his sexual choices in life. He sighed as the crowd gathered around him again, shoving him around in the small circle. "You don't have the other bigger faggot to protect you now, do ya homo?" One guy said, smirking and punching Breyton in the kidney, which made the poor boy cough and spittle. "So when are we gonna get our dick sucked ya fag?" One said when Breyton came to him and punched him in the chest, which made the breath spill out of his lungs. He fell to his knees and held his chest, trying to catch his breath. "I guess he is going to suck it now, fellas!" The leader of the group said and they all laughed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 31, 2012 13:05:17 GMT -5
Dustin chuckled darkly from behind the leader and put his arm on his shoulder before putting it around his neck and grabbing him in a headlock. "I guess that would imply that you're all gay as well if you're asking him to do what your girlfriend won't. Or maybe you have to ask your mom to fuck you? Bottom line: you're a dick and no one loves you. I bet your friends wouldn't even help you if someone was holding you at gun point." he sneered. Throughout his whole rant, he kept a tight grip on the leader's head and only tightened it if any of his friends came over to try and help him.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Aug 1, 2012 1:56:20 GMT -5
"Dude, let Brian go. We'll leave him alone, just for today." One of the men said and raised his hands up in the air. Breyton was sitting on the ground, his chests heaving still from getting the punch in the gut. He was kind of in his own world at the moment. His breathing was so drastic and fast, he passed out from hyperventilating and flopped down on his back, he looked peaceful when he was asleep, not the slightly pained look he got sometimes and the nervous look he most always had.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2012 11:04:47 GMT -5
"Give me one good fucking reason I should." he sneered. Dustin glared at the friend and then saw Breyton pass out, immediately releasing the leader's head and going to help Breyton. "You got lucky this time, dumbass." he snapped. He picked Breyton up and carried him, over his shoulder, to the Big House.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Aug 1, 2012 14:17:05 GMT -5
Breyton was used to passing out for various reasons in his life by so many various reasons. His parents beating the living shit out of him was the main reason for most of the passing of outs. He woke up on the way inside of the Big House to a bare back. "What...? W-what happened?" Breyton whispered and tried to to get off the shoulder of the person, but his strength was lacking at the moment and he couldn't get off the shoulder of the person and just rested his head towards the back of the man's neck, closing his eyes and breathing in his scent with every breath.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2012 14:19:02 GMT -5
((Dustin's wearing a v-neck.))
Dustin chuckled a little and looked at the kid on his shoulder. "You okay, Breyton? You took a few more hits." he said as he walked. He walked into an empty room on the second floor and set Breyton on the bed. "Don't move around too much and get some rest." he ordered. Then, he left and went to get a satyr to help Breyton heal a little bit more.
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