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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Aug 19, 2019 11:03:35 GMT 1
This day seems like a good day to just chill and relax somewhere around the area so Devon decides to find a place where he can do that but he can still light a cigarette. The smoking shed is not worth the walk today or so he thinks so he tries to fish out information from some of the guards he passes by. One of them tells him that there is a certain area in the patio where can smoke as long as he throws his cigarette butts properly. It’s in the open area of the patio meaning that the covered area is off limits for smoking. He nods his head eagerly and just skips straight to the patio. He doesn’t really skips but the way his excitement is showing in the way he walks he may as well be. The weather is nice today in his opinion. It’s not too hot and the clouds are everywhere. The breeze feels so good on his skin and he thinks this day will be a great one. When he reaches the patio he goes directly to the open part of the area. He finds an empty long seat where he decides to hog it all. Devon leans on one of the arms of the seat and kicks back his feet to the other one on the other side. Devon pulls out his pack of cigarettes from one side of his pocket along with his lighter and then fishes out his phone and airpods on the other. He plugs the airpods in his ear as he searches for the right song. He goes into his “Issa Mood” playlist and then hits play on the song he really wants to hear first. As the first few beat plays, he bobs his head along with the beat. He hums the song and sometimes he is lipsyncing it. Devon doesn’t want to sing it out loud just because he may accidentally slip and use his siren voice. Lighting up his first cigarette, he tries to find an ashtray or at least a makeshift one. He doesn’t find anything so he stands up for a bit and finds a newly thrown bottle of water and decides to be ratchet as hell and use it as his ashtray. He goes back to his position a while ago and continues smoking and listening to the song. Devon’s mind then wonders to all the people living in Manson. He wonders if people voluntarily goes here like he does. Maybe the higher levels of restrictions are the ones who get dragged in like cats here because they are the unstable ones. Devon thinks they are mentally unstable as he knows one who is literally a socially awkward fire demon who needs a psych evaluation every day. It’s still weird that he is on a level three restriction because he is definitely harmless. Well, that’s a big lie but nobody has seen anything. Devon and the other merfolk or sea creatures are very great at pretending that what happen to humans are just natural disasters or plain stupidity. Oh well. He continues smoking as his lazy day continues on. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Aug 22, 2019 1:03:22 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
The morning had been quiet, too quiet if one were to ask him. There hadn't been a single peep from any of the residents. Some would take that as a blessing, but Damian Nyle Hayes was a pessimist. He didn't believe in blessings, let alone residents at Manson behaving. It would be foolish to think that anyone on the grounds could last all day without stirring up some kind of trouble. For Damian, this was merely the calm before the storm. He was just waiting for shit to hit the fan. Depending on where the drama started, he wouldn't be surprised if it was literal shit either.
Cigarette in his mouth, Damian walked the grounds, icy blue eyes scanning the lawns, entrances, and exits. This calm atmosphere made his skin crawl. Residents were out and about, some joking and laughing while others rushed off to class. You'd almost think it were a normal campus had there not been children milling around or scaled skin, or red eyes, or wings. Those were merely a small portion of the oddities that inhabited Manson. Damian liked it. He wouldn't say it made him feel at home, but there was a certain pleasure to be had knowing he could drop this human façade and move about free in his own skin.
He took a long drag of his cigarette. Damian didn't exactly follow the rules when it came to designated smoking areas. He did his job, he did it well. If they couldn't cut him a break over a cigarette then they could go play in traffic for all he cared. He wasn't here to set examples for residents, he was here to maintain order. No one could ever say he failed to maintain order. Sure, sometimes the way he did things could be considered unethical, but the naga intended to return him the same way he'd left. His methods were crude and unorthodox, brutal even, but more people came out with their throats attached. It was from his experience that trying to coddle residents while they were being aggressive only ended with lives being lost and lifetime wounds. Damian was quite attached to his life, and was under the impression that the lives of his coworkers had some value if it meant he wasn't being overworked so long as they were around. Selfish. Absolutely, but the man was far from being a saint.
Damian didn't try to hide what he was. He wasn't a nice man by any means, some thought him to be overly cruel. Not his problem. Damian was blunt and he didn't sugarcoat things for the sake of sparing someone's feelings. Feelings got hurt, it was a part of life. They could suck it up or cry him a river and get over it. As for his species, he didn't hide that either, but he didn't broadcast it to the world. He kept his fangs retracted for the sake of not accidentally killing someone with his venom and wore human skin so that he could wear the uniform, but when he had down time he was no stranger to curling up as a snake by the lake or even at home.
The Naga stopped by the patio to discard the cigarette butt. He held little regard for the resident was hogging up a bench. The kid wasn't bothering him, he was smoking in the proper area, and he wasn't causing trouble. Yeah, this day was too 'perfect'. He lit another cigarette. Nicotine and Damian were best friends, they went way back. It was probably the only thing that kept him sane and a little less grumpy these days. Take that away and unorthodox would hardly be enough to explain the man's actions.
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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Aug 22, 2019 11:00:36 GMT 1
Lizzo is still playing in his ear as she talks about how the man, whoever Lizzo is referring to, could have had a bad bitch that is non-committal. This song is such a jam that Devon just closes his eyes and pretends he is the one singing the song and probably having a concert performance. His eyes open for a second as he inhales his fag and his eyes catch someone in his vision. Devon narrows his eyes to look at the man. He has icy blue eyes that look fascinating. The man looks good enough to eat but Devon doesn’t eat humans like his friend here, Ida. He doesn’t know why but he feels like this man is someone who reminds him of a person but he doesn’t know who. Devon is a curious merman as most merfolk are so he lets his curiosity wander. The man’s face has a resting bitch face and it kind of fits him as a whole appearance-wise. Everyone seems to be minding their own business today but Devon is having a good day so he wants to be his little shit self. Causing trouble is just in his nature so no one can really blame him, can’t they? He tilts his head as Lizzo says truth hurts in his ears. Oh Lizzo, she is just very insightful and confident that’s why Devon is so into her music right now. Just full of confidence and bravado which fits him so much. Devon tries to think of a way to catch the guy’s attention and he wants to have fun with the way he is going to do it. Saying hey out loud is just too basic and Devon is not a basic merman. He tries to quickly think of something because the man may go on his way. He decides that since everyone in here is some kind of supernatural or magic, he can use his to do it. The only thing he can do here though is use his siren voice since there is no body of water here for him to create waves. Also, that idea sucks because splashing someone with waves of water who has a bitch face on is just asking for trouble. Hmm, Devon is not opposed to doing something like that but again… no body of water. The fountain display is too far and has little water in it to make a nice splash. So, siren voice it is then. He’s just going to use his siren voice lightly just to have fun with the man and not make him drown himself. Ugh, drowning people is so ancient. As the song playing finishes and the next one plays, Devon readies himself. He starts to whisper the words to mind fuck with the man. Even if he whispers it, the person who is the target will still hear it but will not know the direction where it’s coming from. There are people walking around the area and some hanging out too so maybe the man will not really notice at first that Devon is the one doing it to him but he doesn’t think Mr. Resting Bitch Face looks dumb. ”She sells seashells by the seashore,” he whispers with his siren voice. It kind of sounds like he’s singing but he’s really not. The siren voice gives that effect to the person hearing it and it’s only being directed to one person. While repeating the tongue twister, he pretends to bob his head as if he’s just trying to sing along to the song he’s listening to. This is going to be a fun day for Devon as he expects it to be. He knows he is going to get bored sooner or later so this comes as a gift by the Poseidon for him. Another person for his entertainment. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Aug 28, 2019 13:48:59 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Damian took a drag of his cigarette, deciding that it might be best to finish it in a designated smoking area if he were to avoid someone popping up to reprimand him. Honestly, he didn't quite care, but even he liked to avoid nikpicking people at times. There was nothing more dreadful than being lectured by another adult, especially one that he had centuries on. The Naga turned his head a bit, glancing up at the sky. Maybe after his patrols he would go on lunch, maybe head down tot he lake for a little dip in the water. He wasn't feeling overly hot or cool, and the water was bound to be a decent tempature. Hopefully the nymph would be out and about and the siren would be teaching or in classes of her own. Whatever the case, Damian was hoping to avoid a conversation with either of the women. He supposed if he wanted to have some peace and quiet he'd have to pick a different spot. A grin formed on his face. He could bitch and complain about them all day, but the ladies of the lake weren't too terrible to be around. He was just too stubborn to admit it aloud.
It was too bad that Devon had picked Damian of all people to mess with. The Naga had been in a decent mood, but it was all about to change. The brown haired male had recently dealt with a pixie problem, so he wasn't in any mood for being enchanted, be it pixie dust or siren voice. Damian's gaze lowered from the sky at the sound of a voice, almost a whisper in his ear. He glanced over his shoulder and scanned the area slowly. There were people walking about, but the only one nearby was the smoking kid. The Naga took another drag of his cigarette, this one longer. The words kept repeating over and over. Damian discarded the cigarette and turned the boy. "Fuck off kid."
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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Aug 31, 2019 9:18:33 GMT 1
Devon just smiles at the cold man when he tells Devon to fuck off. He calls him a kid too which Devon will take as a compliment because that means he looks young and fresh as he always does. Pulling off his earphones and positioning himself to a seating position, his face and body facing the other man, Devon shrugs his shoulder smugly. He is just happy he gets the attention of a man who looks like he hates the whole world. It’s not like he tries enchanting the man using his siren voice. He just uses it at that moment to make the other man notice him. Weirdly, he is not attracted to him even with those piercing eyes. He just fascinates Devon for some reason and it is a good day to play around so he thinks why not? He pockets his earphones and his phone and engages with the man. “Not when I finally have your attention,” he says with a cheeky smile on his face. “And it’s a beautiful day to meet strangers, isn’t it?” It’s not like Devon is an annoying self-centred primadonna guy but, well, he actually is. He tries to assess the man more now that they’re facing each other. Devon gets another fag to smoke and takes a long hit from it as his eyes scan the other man. Devon likes giving nicknames to people so he decides to call him Blue-Eyed Snake. BES for short because that’s a mouthful in his mind. He gets this from the Carrie Underwood song, Cowboy Casanova and somehow BES’ eyes just falls on the nickname Devon gives him. He thinks BES looks like he has authority and seems like a strong man. He doesn’t know if the man is just a resident here or probably some guard or whatever. He looks like someone who will hold a person down when they are going off the rails. Well, Devon thinks no one will resist if BES will hold someone down. Devon may not want to sleep with the man but objectively, BES is just a good looking man with a great physique basing on what he can see. A stern man who doesn’t give a shit and will put you in your place is what Devon’s final assessment of him. This just makes Devon want to play with him because… Well, Devon doesn’t have a reasonable explanation. He just wants to. Devon doesn’t want to cross a line though just in case this man is an authority here because BES just exudes that. Devon is not dumb and does not want to be in isolation or whatever SHU is like here. It doesn’t worry the merman though because he likes toeing the line so he knows how to deal with this without getting thrown in. He tries to start his plan by talking to the man more because he doesn’t seem like a talker. Devon can talk but he’s honestly not very loquacious. “So,” he starts by elongating the ‘o’, “why the stoic face in this beautiful day?” Devon smirks lightly at BES and waits for his reply. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Sept 2, 2019 2:39:26 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Everyone was a kid in Damian's eyes. He'd lived far too long to not see someone three centuries younger than himself as anything more than a child. Mortality made people fragile; their lifespans seeping away with the sands of time. What seemed like a lifetime to them was merely a blink of the eye for Damian. If they were immortal, then they had plenty of room to develop and fail. With extended life came hardship, disappointment, failure, and a silent resentment for yourself and the world around you. Maybe that was just him. Damian didn't think too much on it. He didn't complain about living, he didn't complain about dying. If he lived to see tomorrow, yay for him, if he passed away before the sun rose on another day, shit happened. What did he have to gain or lose? Nothing. Damian simply existed. People wanted purpose and meaning, an understanding of why they inhabited the space that they did, but the naga saw them as only a speck of dust in the universe. Everyone wanted to be bigger than what they were. No one really held any importance.
Blue eyes were narrowed. It was clear that Damian was already irritated. It didn't take much to set the man off. He had a pretty short fuse. He didn't know what Devon was, and nine times out of te- scratch that, ten times out of ten he didn't care. If Devon had been of any significance, he'd have seen the guy's face wandering through the secure facility. Damian made it a point to know who was house in his direct area of work. Level 5's were his area of expertise, but level 4's were sometimes on the radar. Not too often, but if he crossed them, he made some effort to remember their face and abilities. Who gave a damn about their names? He sure didn't.
"Don't get too comfortable, I don't plan on sticking around," he told the merman as the guy sat up and put his headphones away. Damian was not the chatty type. He had no plans to start now. He'd just stopped to smoke his cigarrette in peace. Of course he gets screwed over by whatever unseen force ruled the universe and had to deal with a snot nosed brat. "Do I look like I'm in the mood for games?" His tone was even. Cheeky little shit. Normal people wave or say hey, this halfwit has to get all mystical with it. What more should I expect from a resident of Manson. Damian gave a huff. "Can't say I share your enthusiam. Nothing beautiful about today, it's just another boring ass day. Go find someone else to play with."
Devon was playing with the wrong guard. Damian wasn't unreasonable, but he took no mercy. If Devon stayed on the line for too long, he'd just toss his ass into lockup. Why you might ask? Because Damian didn't like dealing with pest and twenty-four hours in the whole would give everyone a break, staff and residents alike. Damian took a long drag of cigarrette and then discarded it without so much as glancing in the kid's direction before he turned and walked away. He wasn't going to sit there and listen to the kid ramble and play twenty-one questions. He didn't have the time of day.
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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Sept 2, 2019 9:19:02 GMT 1
Blue-eyed snake tells him that he doesn’t plan on staying around as a response to one of Devon’s questions, he thinks. Devon just raises one of his brows as if he is taking it as a challenge to make BES stay around for a little longer. He may not be the most dangerous creature in this hellhole but he likes to think that he’s the prettiest and probably one of the smartest. Devon will also like to think that he’s a very likeable merman too, no bias. BES then asks him if he looks like he’s in the mood for games with an even tone. Devon just takes a drag of his cigarette as he stands up with a bounce on his heels and then exhales the smoke. “Game?” he asks innocently tilting his head a little to the side and making his eyes a little wide as he pulls off an innocent looking expression, “What do you ever mean, mister? I just thought it’s a great day to meet some new people around this dreary and sad place.” Devon looks at him and notices that he is wearing some kind of uniform. Maybe he is an authority in Manson. He does have the stoic look and angry resting bitch face most guards have. Devon does not deal with guards most of the time except apparently when he wants to leave the academy grounds to go to the town. He’s not deemed dangerous because he can actually control himself but they do think he’s crazy. He’s going to take what he can anyway and he’s just happy that he doesn’t have a lot of restrictions because that is such a boring thing to have. Who even wants guards following you around? Also, not being able to go to town is the worst because this place just sucks the soul, even if some creatures here don’t have one, out of your body because of how strict the place is. Also, Manson needs to be shut down just for the fact that the smoking shed is shite. Thank Poseidon for this new place where he can have a smoke in a nice area albeit a bit stricter. BES may be a guard but he looks like an important one. Devon kind of notices that there are some guards who are basically baby sitters and there are some guards who are the law here in a way. This man is totally the latter from the vibe he exudes. BES then tells him that he does not share his enthusiasm and that there is nothing beautiful about the day. Devon pouts a little at this. This one looks, sounds, and is super grumpy. He really needs to take off that stick out of his ass. For some reason, this man reminds him of the guard that Ida, his siren friend, has met and tells him to avoid. It’s kind of funny actually because he thinks most of the authorities here so are like this guy so that can be anyone. Devon tries to be brush off the insult of not having and appreciating his sentiment and tells him offhandedly, “Now, now,” he says, “Don’t be such a grump. Reminds me of a Naga guard I heard about.” Devon does not really care if he starts the rumour mill about Manson having a grumpy Naga guard because he feels like the Naga doesn’t care about people thinking he’s a hard ass and second they haven’t met and probably won’t in a while. He’s really unproblematic and knows how to tiptoe the line of getting in trouble. Years of practice comes in handy. Also, this guard probably knows the Naga guard since they all work together. BES will know what he means by that statement then. Devon just likes the fact that he can get away from anything because merfolk are predators but they aren’t on anyone’s high alert. They have control of their shifts, although this is kind of not true because Devon’s lineage of merfolk has evolved unlike centuries old sirens, and are usually level headed. Usually. So when they cause trouble, it’s either people won’t believe that they are capable of it or people will think merfolks are simpletons to even think of elaborate plans to cause tragedies. The mythology about Devon’s kind is all about using their siren’s voice to lure the sailors into the deep depths of the ocean and nothing else. That’s their simple and probably only methods from people’s minds. Devon likes this though since people underestimate him and he likes to play along with it. The dumb blond act as he likes to call it. The clouds up above start to move away a little from the sun but quickly cover it again. At this short amount of time, the sun’s ray of light hits Devon’s skin on the neck which makes the iridescent glow of his skin glow for that one second. It’s not a big deal usually but this kind of gives BES a clue on what Devon is if he even sees that glow. Devon thinks the guard does not notice because he barely gives a fuck about Devon and is trying so hard to ignore him. That’s a good thing for Devon then if BES really does not notice it. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Sept 6, 2019 15:06:21 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
The kid could take his lack of interaction however he wished. Damian hadn't been placed on this earth to please anyone. He may have been semi-immortal, but he didn't have the time of day to spare for anyone that didn't catch his interest. Devon had clearly not made the cut. The naga wasn't a social butterfly, he liked his life of solitude and would happily return to his humble abode without a second thought. The thing was, Damian was usually bored if he didn't have something to pass the time. The man liked anything to do with combat. For years he'd served in multiple militaries, if only to immerse himself in the thralls of war. Security had been the first thing that was readily avaliable when he'd arrived in the area, and so he'd taken the job with Manson. That had been years ago, but sometimes it felt like less. There had been changes within the walls of Manson, but for Damian it all seemed miniscule.
The innocent act didn't phase him in the least. He'd spent too much time around residents that wanted to suck up to guards only to use and manipulate them. Damian was not one to fall for cheap tricks. To him, there was nothing attractive about Devon, mainly because the guy was a resident, and secondly because he was a guy. Three hundred years and Damian still preferred women above all. Even they were hardly worth the company. And if they were talking brains, anyone that managed to get locked up lacked brains no matter how you looked at it. Instead of rising to the bait, the naga cast the boy a small glare and continued to disregard him.
Maybe he did have RBF, and perhaps he did carry himself like he'd crush any and everything in his path, but that was just the way Damian was. He didn't intentionally intimidate people on a daily basis, but he was aware that if need be, he could do it without breaking a sweat. Confidence. Damian didn't lack it in the least, but he wasn't arragant enough to flash it around. Most days he was a quiet storm, but tip the scale and you were in the eye of the hurricane.
"I'm the only Naga guard," Damian replied, never breaking his stride. Yeah, he knew what they said about him, it was all true for the most part. He was grumpy. He was running on a no nonsense attitude from sunup to sundown, and if anyone a problem with it, it wasn't his problem. The last thing on Damian's mind was Devon's species. There were too many different types to memorize and care for. If you weren't under his direct care, you really didn't matter. Damian remembered faces, sometimes, names were less memorable. Species were relevant when the residents became a threat or a certain coworkers skills could be put to use, but other than that, Damian focused on what was in front of him and not around him. If he'd cared to guess what the kid was, he'd say something that hung around water. He smelled like the lake after all, scratch that, fish. Damian wasn't a fan.
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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Sept 10, 2019 0:24:17 GMT 1
Devon freezes a little at the awkward moment when the guard tells him that he’s the only Naga guard in Manson. That happens for a few seconds and then a smile slowly forms in Devon’s face as the realization sets because he remembers telling Ida how much he wants to meet the grumpy Naga guard. Ida warns him about the Naga but he does not care. He tries to think of the name because he is pretty sure Ida mentions it at their first meeting. Staring at the other man, Devon can’t help to think that this one lives up to his reputation and he likes that fact. “Oh, so you’re umm,” he says as he tries to remember his name, “Damon, I think?” If that’s not it then he’s pretty sure that Damon is close enough to the guard’s name. From the way he looks and carries himself, he looks like a Damon anyway so Devon doesn’t mind. At least now he doesn’t have to call him blue-eyed snake or BES anymore. From the way Damon looks at him, Devon feels like he thinks the merman is not worth his time. He doesn’t know why but since he is a guard, Devon thinks that it’s because he is not a danger or something. Guards are usually on the lookout for the level four or five restrictions. Funny thing is, restrictions don’t always mean shit on determining who can really be dangerous or not. Devon theorizes that most of these higher restrictions are not the most dangerous creatures in the academy. If they ask him why he thinks that, he’ll say that they are just stupid enough not to be able to control or hide themselves to not be caught on people’s radar. Devon literally walks into Manson voluntarily because of his witch grandma’s last wish. Also, the fact that he can literally make a whole town drown themselves or kill each other with just his siren voice and create a tidal wave to wipe a big area out shall not be underestimated. Although, Devon always likes to be miscalculated because that’s what true danger is really like in his opinion. Those who hide behind the shadows until it’s too late for them to even take their last breath gives the ultimate thrill. So, it doesn’t really matter to Devon if Damon thinks he’s beneath him or something because what people see is not always what it seems. Devon also doesn’t like to be on the level four or five restrictions because that means he can’t go into town or walk around without a guard. A lot of hassle comes along with it so he knows how to reign in his crazy. Besides, being crazy all the time may give him some stress lines and that is not a good look for him. Level three restriction seems like a good deal although he still asks permission from the staff whenever he wants to go to town like when he, Ida, and Louis have the best night out. He guesses that level one restriction is not possible at all because he does know some of the staff has the power to know his doings outside of Manson. Devon properly disposes the butt of the cigarette he just finishes and then grabs another stick from the pack again. He lights it up and then takes a longer drag. He stares at the Naga and smirks at him. “I’ve met Nagas from my travels around the world,” he tells him offhandedly, “And I should’ve known that you were the Naga just from your eyes. I don’t know why I didn’t figure it out sooner.” It’s funny because from what he knows, Nagas are water creatures but at the same time they are land creatures too. Maybe that’s why they are angry all the time because they don’t know where they really belong too. No permanency in their lives and habitat. But, Devon will always have a soft spot for any creatures that are part of the ocean or any bodies of water. So he knows that whether Damon will bite his head off even more or not, Devon will still like the other man. Not in a sexual way per se but more like an uncle, or an older brother or cousin depending on his age, that he can annoy every now and then. Affectionately, of course. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Sept 15, 2019 18:59:03 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
A smirk briefly formed on his face. He could practically taste the awkwardness on the air. Unfortunately it didn't seem to deter the kid much. He was annoyingly persistent. Damian almost wished something big would happen just so he'd have an excuse to ditch the brat. The blue eyed male kept walking, his hands resting between the straps of his vest and his shirt. "Hayes," Damian spoke, not bothering to correct Devon on calling him by the wrong first name. Last names worked just fine for the naga. That and properly introducing himself would seem like grounds for conversation. Damian was still unwilling to pay attention to Devon. It was also why he'd left out asking if the kid had been hanging around either Ida or Kaia.
The merman was not completely wrong in his assumptions. If he'd been a level 3 trained guard, Devon would have gained some of his attention. It wasn't that he didn't think the guy capable of being a threat, he just didn't present himself as such. There were residents that could have been a real problem, but they managed themselves quite well. Some residents got levels dropped, some were raised, some staff became residents and residents became staff. Damian didn't have time to focus on all of them. When and if Devon got to the point where he was a level 5, he'd receive Damian's attention. Having Damian's attention wasn't always a good thing either. He could be someone worth relying on, or the thing of your nightmares. The man had a lot of restraint. It'd been a while since he'd really let loose. Physically at least. Verbally, Damian would destroy your soul. He had no filter.
He rolled his eyes as the merman continued speaking. "Good for you, " he spoke, almost as if he were congratulating a child that had stacked their legos all by themselves. He really didn't care. Damian had met plenty of nagas himself. It wasn't some grand accomplishment, let alone announcement worthy. "Yes, because blue eyes are so rare, " he mocked in false astonishment. He could understand if his eyes had changed to snake eyes, but he was neither tired or pissed off enough to have them change. He pulled his hands from his vest and stuck them in his pockets. Devon was becoming a real nuisance. Had it been suggested aloud that he'd look to Damian as an older brother, the man would have laughed bitterly. He was the youngest of nine, and at no point had he ever considered a little brother or sister. That he was no one's role model.
Note: I apologize if it doesn't make sense. I'm posting via mobile.
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Post by DEVON MAHELONA KELI'I on Sept 25, 2019 14:22:22 GMT 1
The man introduced himself as Hayes and that’s probably his last name because Devon knows for sure that his name starts with a letter D. The merman probably gets his name wrong but Hayes is still being a dick and just says his surname. Whatever. Devon likes a challenge and to be honest, he likes people like the Naga. This attitude usually deters people because they are assholes and douchebags. Well, they are but it just means they are no nonsense kind of people and they will not tell you bullshit, kind of like Devon but having different approaches. He will rather spend time to someone like the Naga than a fake ass happy person who will just probably talk shit about you later on. Devon can handle them but they are just too tiring and draining to deal with. Devon follows Hayes and keeps up with his steps as the other man starts walking around. Naturally, the merman is not a talkative being because he is used to people just talking to him and trying to get his attention. Short answers and responses are his best friends. With Mr. Hayes though, it looks like he will be the one to steer the conversations. For some reason, he really wants to get to know the grumpy man. After Devon tells him that he should have recognized the Naga from his eyes, the man answer sarcastically which makes Devon laughs out loud. He literally throws his head back as his laughter came out. It isn’t a sarcastic response to the sarcastic answer honestly. “Yeah,” he says after his laugh, “Naga has eyes that just tells you how snake-y and uptight they are.” Devon gives him a smile at the joke he attempts to make. It’s probably a very risky move to be joking around a stoic and serious guard but the merman does like living on the edge so there goes nothing. Devon tries to think of a topic he can start with the Naga and nothing is really popping out of his mind at the moment. He is very curious about Nagas in general though. The ones he met in the Mekong River are a bit standoffish too but that’s just because they are wary of people in general. Mr. Hayes though is just a solid rock. “How long have you been scaring off the residents and students and probably the other guards and staff?” The man just seems like he is popular around the academy whether it is because of his good looks or his likeable attitude he doesn’t know. Mr. Hayes does look like someone who has been here since the place has opened. It’s funny how the only Naga in the academy is here while the only merman is Devon. There is Ida who is a Siren but they’re basically not alike because of evolution. It’s like same genus but very different species in a way. Maybe there will be another merman or a mermaid to come along but for now, he is the only one of his kind like Mr. Hayes. Devon continues to tag along to the other man just because he wants to. It doesn’t seem the Naga has anything important to do today so this will be a day with Devon whether the other man likes it or not. The merman grins but does not show it in his face. Cheeky cheeky little bastard is what he is. |
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Oct 9, 2019 2:14:17 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
He'd have loved the change to point out that his personality, read attitude wasn't doing him much good at the moment since Devon was actively tagging along like some kind of lost puppy. If the man didn't think he'd have to listen to some lecture from Fabian, aka Head of Security, also read Supreme Leader of Killjoy, then he'd have turned Devon into a kicked puppy. Damian would have also pointed out that he had all the time in the world, but none to spare on sugarcoating and bullshit. He just wasn't that type of man. Damian really didn't have the energy to come up with elaborate lies. Anything he said behind your back he'd be more than willing to say to your face. No questions asked.
Damian couldn't begin to understand the fascination some people had for him. He lived his life like everyone else, minus trying to impress others. Maybe they were interested because he could do what they couldn't, say and do things without a filter. Fear was a powerful thing, but Damian trampled on fear like Death trampled on the lives of men, women, and children. Without a care in the world. The Naga kept his gaze forward, although his eyes rolled once at Devon's laughter. Damian had failed to see what was funny about anything he'd said. He wasn't a very humorous man. "My, that was so funny I forgot to laugh," he stated dryly. "Kid, you're clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed, so I'll break this down nice and slow for you, get lost. There's plenty of people around here for you to befriend, I'm not one of them. You're a nuisance and you're interfering with my work."
Damian checked his watch for the time and started in the direction of the Library. He had to make rounds there and then the Gym. Afterward he'd stop and grab something to eat, maybe stroll through the forest a bit, then he'd have to make personal rounds to his assigned wards; Caro, Peter, and Kole. Maybe he'd go check on Kole first, see if he'd healed enough to go into the forest as well. If Peter wasn't such a little shit, he'd offer him the same opportunities, but there was no doubt in his mind that the man-child would make a run for it. As for Caro, she should be sleep by now, since it was daylight hours. He just wanted to make sure that was true. The woman was a known troublemaker after all.
In his mind, he'd stopped in his tracks and turned on the annoying merman to wrap hands around his tiny little neck. In reality, Damian's ice blue eyes had snake slits for pupils as his annoyance levels continued to rise. What part of get lost did this kid not understand? "Seven years," Damian answered through clenched teeth. "Anymore burning questions?" It was clear he wasn't going to lose this kid anytime soon, so he might as well adjust to the situation. The sooner he finished his rounds, the quicker he could return to the secure ward where Devon had no access.
Notes: No rush on replies, I'm behind and clearly not doing to well on responding in a timely manner myself. ^_^
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