Isn't it just crazy? [Open]

[David Turner]

His feet patted along the floor as he walked, a chain in his pocket. Why did he have one, of course he had been deemed a master, thanks to the one that had helped him a year ago, but why would he need a slave? He'd never met one that wasn't already owned anyways. But he carried it around, it wasn't on purpose, it just ended up in his pocket, David was yet to figure out why, too. One hand was in the pocket, fingering the golden chain he wish he didn't even have. But every time he moved it farther away from him, it came back, one way or another. It was just odd.

His other hand ran through his hair. It hung down, being messy upon his head, like always, and it looked perfect, like he had styled it, when he hadn't. All he'd done was brush it and walk out of his room. You'd see all of the white first, and once you took all of him in, you'd notice the streak of black that were hidden here and there. They were what made his hair odd, to anyone or so it seemed. But they made him, him. David's hand fell to his side as he continued along the halls, passing a window that his pale golden eyes soon looked out of while he walked past them.

The view was normal, then his eyes gazed of what little could be seen beyond the gate, and he sighed. There wouldn't be any going back. He knew that, almost anyone did. His eye caught someone that was looking at the gate, thinking of going in, he wanted to warn them, but what could would he do? The the window was gone, and he looked back at the floor. David wore old clothes at the moment, the rest of them were being cleaned. Leaving him to wear the stained shirt he'd worn the day he'd fallen through the gate.

The spots at where his blood had soaked the shirt where seen, if at all. The maid had done a good job at getting them out almost a year ago, but two of the three could still be seen, just barley. One may have not known it was blood, and it didn't smell of it either. But it was. His jeans were old as well, having rips in them, and grass stains. But nothing more. For a moment, David seemed out of it; he only came to reality when he bumped someone's shoulder. "I'm Sorry." His eyes moved from the floor to the person he'd hit. He wasn't one to be rude, not at all. At least, not until comments were thrown at him first.

[Lucy]

It had already been such a long day and she had only wished that it would end soon. How long did she had to suffer in the house of hell? Even though she knew the answer, the girl was someone who would persistently ask over and over again. Light pink eyes were clouded unable to comprehend anything that was going on around her. Lucy had become completely warped in her own world and it felt like there was no one to save her from the darkness.

In minutes she felt a connection with someone and in seconds the pink headed girl found herself laying on the floor. "Huh?" Was all that could escape from her mouth just wondering how she ended up down there. Then her eyes glanced up noticing a man standing right in front of her. Lucy quickly just got to her feet just hearing him apologize to her. She couldn't honestly accept that because in her mind it was completely her fault.

"N-No, it's my fault." Her words stuttered out slowly as she bowed to him. He had probably that it was a little weird, but Lucy always found herself bowing to others whenever she apologized to someone. It was just out of respect, but she had the constant fear of looking someone in the eyes when she did so.

[David Turner]

He was use to taking the blame to things by now. He'd done it all his life, hell, he even still believed it was his fault his mother had died. Even if he'd gotten over that, deep down he still believed it was his doing. Just by being born. But usually people let him take the blame, and didn't say anything about it. And he had to think for a moment when she said it was her fault.

David would have given her a hand to help her stand up, if it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to move as fast as she could once she realized she herself was on the ground. His golden eyes took in her appearance, not in the creep manner, just taking her in. To see if he'd ever seen her before, which he hadn't, he'd remember someone like her, the air and the eyes would be the dead give away if he had met her here before.

His smile turned into a grin, "Alright, it's your fault then" David hated being serious, there was nothing funny to it, it held no fun. And being serious and being bored were just two things he almost always never was. Thus he had to make that little joke, even if it wasn't funny to her, he at still wanted to see if he could make her laugh. Maybe try to get her to stop stuttering, he'd caught on to that when she spoke.

For a moment, silence seemed to tick by, before he laid his out out to shake, hoping she'd do the same. "I'm David."

[Lucy]

Her pale face flushed to the same shade of her hair as she averted her eyes away from him just smiling softly at his comment. He didn't seem bad, though all people didn't seem bad until you got to see the dark side of them. "I should really pay attention to where I'm going..." She couldn't help, but to feel embarrassed by something so silly. Arms crossed over her chest just running her fingers through the hair that fell in front of her face.

Lucy turned her attention back at David as he spoke his name. She also noticed the fact that his hand was extended outward to him. "I-I'm Lucy." Once again she found herself stuttering see as it was becoming an extremely bad habit. Her hand reached for his just shaking it lightly just wanting to let go as quickly as possible, but she didn't want to be rude. "It's a pleasure to meet you..." The words were small and inaudible that it seemed humanly impossible for Lucy to be heard.

At this moment, she had to admit that she was completely scared. She had always been scared and slowly developing a fear for people in general. Ever since she entered Haruka Mansion, she could only feel the cruelty of everyone that was around her. It didn't feel any different from any of the other places that she had been, but this time, Lucy couldn't escape unless if she really wanted to die. Though there had been times when dying didn't seem like such a bad idea.

[David Turner]

Her face seemed to flush, and he wondered if he should have kept that comment in. Had he embarrassed her in some way or form? Or was she just not use to talking to someone? That last one could have been true, in this house. David had already seen people that staid in their room, hoping they wouldn't be found, some that came out very late when almost no one would be up. He'd seen that, mainly without meaning too. But some were like that, could she have been?

She stuttered again, that was taken into fact, even if he didn't mean to. "Lucy, that's a lovely name." He was being polite, it looked as though he were scaring her half to death. Why would that be? Was he the guy version of Cruella De Vil again, he'd hated that when he was in school. Because his hair was white, with black streaks in it, he'd been called Cruella De Vil, when he was no where close. It mainly got to him, because they would say he must of had it all, the money, he had the looks without trying, but they had been wrong with that. But didn't they learn that?

Once the two had shook hands, his fell back to his side, before running through his hair, making it spike once again. David wish to tell her there wasn't anything to be scared about, he could see it on her face. But who was he to say such a thing? Maybe there wasn't anything to be scared about from him, but what about some of the others. David, at an almost lost of what to do, gave a bow before standing back straight, at his six foot and two inches height. "It was a pleasure to meet you Miss. Lucy, but i get sort o the feeling I'm nor wanted. See you around." David started to make his way around her.

[Lucy]

The curls of her pale pink hair bounced as she whipped her head around just watching him walk away. Her lips parted, but no words could escape from them. Even though she was suppose to feel relief because he was departing now; the girl only felt guilt stabbing underneath her skin. After all, it was her fault that he was leaving. Lucy had been completely sub-conscience about herself that she didn't even concern the feelings of those around her. Was it so hard to talk with someone normally? Though she couldn't really understand the meaning of the word normal.

Involuntarily, she caught him by the arm hoping that he would stop walking. It was took out of character and this was completely not like herself. What had gotten into her? Lucy couldn't even answer her own question just bitting down her lip slowly as she mentally put her words together. "I'm sorry for being rude," Delicately the words flowed out of her mouth, "I'm just not use to this house and the people within it." Her words were as true as she wanted them to be. Lucy, herself, was new to Haruka Mansion even though at first sight the girl was abused on the spot.

Even after she had finished talking, she still didn't let go of him. At this moment, his arm was pressed closely to her chest. Lucy figured that if she was to let go then he would just leave. Though wasn't that what she wanted earlier? Wasn't she the one that wanted him to leave? A sigh escaped gently becoming dizzy with her own thoughts. She had too many things on her mind that it was hard to even think straight now. Lucy loosened her grip on him finally, but still keeping him firmly in place.

[David Turner]

The boy hadn't stopped walking, and his pace was slow. He wasn't one in a rush, there for he never really walked fast, he had the slow pace that others hated. But why walk so fast, the day was young; why waist it? Even if you didn't get older, the days were still something to charish, no matter what. David just wasn't someone to try and rush the day to tick by, if he had fun then he never wanted it to end. Fun was a word that to him, meant you were doing something, it didn't matter what, talking, walking, it meant boredom wasn't truly there.

That word was even hated by him. He didn't have a childhood, and that word had been in his mind every day, but he changed his life, and now it was hated. The teen acted like a child to make up for the time he had missed it so long ago. Walking seemed to stop for him, and he turned a little, only because he got caught by the arm, which made him stop walking, and his feet to slightly turn. David was slightly shocked, he hadn't expected to say she had been rude, to him she hadn't. He blinked before his voice came out; "You weren't rude, I guessed you just didn't want to talk."

Her words were finished, yet his arm was still held onto, making it hard for him to move at all. "Not everyone in the house is nice, so I get why you'd try to stay away form most people." A gentle smile appeared, he was trying to explain. "But you should remember, everyone's different." That made him sound slightly old, like he was an old man or something. He really needed to act his age, but that seemed so hard. He either acted too young, or at points too old. Never his real age!!