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Character you will be playing: OC-Damien Ollin (PB; Cillian Murphy)
Character Wanted: OC-Bradley Owens (PB; Jake Gyllenhaal)
Storyline: At this point in his life Damien is the Head Psychiatrist at the Hellingsly Asylum. I'm looking for Bradley to reappear from his past, because I just really like the way he compliments the character. The following flash back would be from their time in college together, while Damien was going for his initial psychology degree and Bradley for his journalism degree. The flashback is the only character information I have for Bradley aside from his PB, so the character would be entirely up to you. If you read and you're interested, message me.
The night air was crisp and cool, and moisture hadn't claimed the grounds and every surface quite yet. It would, and everything would be wet with dew by time the morning sun hit it. For now though, it was just chilly out- and Damien could deal with that. He couldn't comprehend people who got up and ran through the wet grass to meet all their buddies for breakfast in town. All the students that came into class with the ends of their jeans dark with water, socks soaked and legs under skirts shivering as the warm classroom hit their cold, wet calves.
There was a careful tug on the end of his sleeve, and he complied by picking up the pace of his walking. They trudged over the campus with intent, one that Damien was unaware of. He was looking around at the different buildings, idly picking out those that probably contained students he knew. She was probably in the library, studying up a storm to pass this semester with the obsessive perfection she had every other. He hardly had to try, in comparison. Damien was actually good at what he did, and it came naturally. He might have prided in it if he hadn't hated the whole field of psychiatrics so much. He should have gone into something for himself, not to prove himself to someone else... Something like journalism.
Damien's bright, blue eyes carefully pried themselves away from the buildings and the scenery. He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the person leading him along, attempting casual only to find green-blue irises staring right back at him over a mischievous grin. Damien frowned a little in return, and arched an eyebrow skeptically "What?" he snapped, fighting down the urge to fidget under the gaze.
A charming laugh spilled out of Bradley's smirking mouth, and he shook his head and sighed in amusement. Damien bristled. Being laughed at was not something he was remotely used to, and he was pretty damn positive he didn't approve of it. Even if it was just Bradley being an idiot as usual. The young psychiatry major wrenched on his arm to pull it from the other man's grasp, gritting his teeth with the hand on his sleeve whipped around to capture his wrist as he tried to pull free.
In an instant, Bradley had whirled on him and stopped in his face- or inches from it rather. Damien refused to lose his steam, despite the pout and the eyebrows raised up in a sort of combined surrender and plea. He tugged on his hand again, and Bradley's hand went to his shoulder as a soft "Shhh" was murmured to accompany the efforts.
"Let go of me." he demanded, seething and standing his ground. This little trip was over and he wasn't going to speak to Bradley for weeks. The other could tag along after him like he always did, poke fun and dig himself into an even deeper hole and pout all he wanted- Damien didn't really care. Bradley shook his head and offered a weak smile through his still pouting features.
"Damien, I'm sorry. I wasn't-" he started soothingly, seeming to catch onto the fact that he was on thin ice with his moody companion. "Laughing at me?" Damien snapped, raising his eyebrows in a challenge, because exactly how did Bradley plan on digging himself out of this one? He had so clearly been laughing at Damien... and for absolutely no reason!
"Aw, nah." Bradley murmured, chuckling again and running his fingers along the short sleeve Damien had pulled over the longer shirt. "I was definitely laughing at you." he started to snicker- stopping short as an absolutely haughty Damien went to rip his whole being away from Bradley's. "Shh, shh." he hissed, practically scolding. "I wasn't trying to piss you off though. I didn't mean anything by it... You're just funny sometimes. Try not to take offense to everything in life." he suggested, patting Damien's chest in a manner that Damien could find nothing but patronizing. He glowered, and Bradley rolled his eyes and turned to continue their walk.
Bradley seemed to have decided they'd worked through it, because he was off again with Damien's wrist captive in his hand. Funny thing was, Damien was following. He might have been ranting up a storm in his head about just how aggravating Bradley Owens was. He might have been seething, cheeks red with the intensity of just how angry he really was. The next couple attempts at breathing may have consisted of several haughty sighs and attempts to catch his breath after the unnecessary close quarters. All of that aside though, Damien was once again allowing Bradley to lead him along like a little lost puppy- and Bradley knew it.
They eventually came to their destination, and Damien didn't even have to try that hard to look unimpressed. It was just one of the stone fountains covering the campus, and it had been turned off and drained for cleaning. This fountain wasn't even one of the ones located in the gardens, which would have been full of closed flowers anyway. That might have been nicer than the cobblestone path and enclosure that this empty, stone structure was located in. He looked around for a while, trying to figure out what the hell Bradley might have hit his head on here. Probably one of the stone walls, or maybe that retarded fountain itself had caused whatever brain damage that had led Bradey to believe this empty, dark place was worth revisiting.
"Well this is lovely," Damien said sarcastically, "everything's dead and nobody's here." He looked over to Bradley, and was absolutely turned upside down by the peaceful sigh and the nod he got in return to his sarcasm. Bradley was insane. He was beyond help... maybe not. Damien was going into this very field of expertise. Perhaps if he stuck around, he could keep Bradley's condition under wraps for a few years. It would be difficult, but it would have to be done to keep him out of one Dr. Richard Ollin's care. Then Damien could finish up his pre-med, go on to ace medical school and bring Bradley back to Angrid for study while he worked on his residence training.
"I figured you'd say something like that." Bradley mused, looking over to Damien and smirking. His smirk was just annoying, and he knew it. Damien had spent an entire afternoon trying to get across to Bradley just how stupid that smirk looked on his face. It wasn't sexy, or charming or endearing. It didn't make girls swoon and drop their books at the sight of it. Those stupid, intense green eyes didn't help it along and beckon women from all over to his feet. Bradley had just laughed over it the whole afternoon, nodding and even agreeing sometimes. Damien had ended his rant by explaining nobody was entranced by the stupidity of his smirking, and he might as well work on stopping the pointless little habit. It was then that Bradley had stopped him, disagreeing for the first time all day and getting right in his face with that 'stupid' smirk to tell him that someone found it very sexy, charming, and endearing. Someone had almost dropped their things on probably more than one occasion due to it's magnetism. Someone spent their evenings swooning over it, and someone was probably entranced by it through all of his bitchy rants and facades. Then Bradley had done what he always did, laughed it off and bid Damien goodnight with a 'see you in chemistry.' Asshole.
"Well then, thank you." Damien mused dryly. He walked away from Bradley, his wrist being released since he wasn't trying to tear his arm free and leave. Just wandering. "Thank you so very much. I always wanted to go to an empty path, and look into a gross... nearly empty fountain. This is all so amazing Bradley. Only you, only you would think to take me to the beautiful scenery of unswept paths, where empty fountains rule the land and the landscaper obviously took his smoke break behind perfectly blank walls instead of designing something worth looking at." he rambled on, turning back to Bradley and shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "I'll bet you five-hundred dollars that we'd be able to tell the lawn wasn't mowed here, if the sun was out."
Bradley just continued to smirk, sighing out another chuckle and nodding in return to Damien's bitching. He was used to it. Anyone who was around Damien, especially as much as Bradley made it a point to be, would have been used to his bitching. Bradley wandered closer to Damien, and rolled his eyes when Damien's blue eyes darted around almost frantically and he sped off toward that fountain he'd deemed so unworthy of their time.
"I mean just look-" Damien started in snobbishly, but his forearm found itself trapped in the same grip that had held his wrist minutes before. Damien glanced down to the strong hand around his arm, and he swallowed- with some difficulty. "I doubt they even..." he trailed off weakly as Bradley pulled him away from the fountain and back toward those blank walls that had lost his attention so easily. That wouldn't happen again. Damien waited for Bradley to say something, or laugh at him, but it remained painfully quiet.
"Don't we walk through here to get to literature? They could at least..." Damien had finally recognized where they were on the campus, but it was still insignificant. There was absolutely no reason for them to be visiting this random spot that they had to walk through every other day of the school week in order to get to class. Damien had seen it's meaninglessness time and time again, and he would continue to revisit it for the rest of the next semester too.
"Damien, shut up." Bradley suggested, his smirk giving way to a smile as he raised his hand up and placed it on Damien's chest with a gentle pressure to urge him back toward the wall. Damien stiffened in reaction instead, and he arched an eyebrow in dangerous annoyance at his friend. "Excuse me?"
Bradley's smirk softened a little and he actually fidgeted before Damien, looking over the arrogance of the way the other held himself and taking it in. Damien was flawless in his own eyes, and he put off that image with ease. He could do no wrong, and he could say whatever need be said. Like just how stupid a spot this was to be at, and how ridiculous Bradley Owens was in general. How pointless it was for the bitch in the library to study as hard as she did, as she obviously wasn't good at her trade to begin with. She should have just thrown the towel in and changed majors, especially if it was his immaculate perfection she was trying to size herself up to. Damien was such an arrogant prick, and he knew it, and he was not only okay with putting off the image- but satisfied. Like somehow his point in life was showing everyone up.
What a tiresome point in life, in Bradley's opinion. So he'd tried to get to know Damien better, and that's where everything got complicated, because Damien Ollin was actually human and complex just like everyone else. There was a rhyme and reason behind his attitude and the way he had to show up everyone who dared breath his air, and Bradley... had started wishing he'd left it alone. Because what was the point? Where was the logic in trying to chase after something that was obviously so self-assured and perfect without anyone else to compliment it's existence.
Damien opened his mouth to complain, but just ended up closing his mouth and trying to hold his ground against a pressure that didn't feel as entirely unwelcome as he was trying to put off. The two held each other's gaze for a while, and Damien exhaled a careful breath- secretly pleased that it had sounded as steady as it had, and that he was still perfectly solid under Bradley's hands and not shaking like his nerves threatened he might. This wasn't going to get brushed off though, and Damien couldn't find words with the ease that he usually did.
Bradley took a deep breath and held Damien's gaze as he moved forward, pushing against Damien again with a little less finesse and caution than before. Damien held still against him regardless, and Bradley wasn't entirely shocked. His smirk faded and he tilted his head, glancing off down the path and setting his hand on the wall just to the left of Damien's head. Damien's cool stare finally left him, darting over to his hand and then looking down in confusion as Bradley's hand left his chest and Bradley took a last step to close the distance between them. He had pointedly left it entirely open for Damien to slip out to the right and leave without any effort.
It was aggravating how much Damien wanted this, for the both of them, and their was a silent pause in things as the world seemed to stop spinning for a while. Bradley was biting his tongue, fighting the urge to ask Damien why he was being such a stubborn asshole, why he was always such an asshole. Damien on the other hand, was scared white. His skin was unnaturally pale to begin with though, and the evening did everything for him in masking the fact that he'd lost whatever color he had- except for that creeping red that was starting to build up in his cheeks. Embarrassment, shame, shyness, discomfort; whatever reasons there were to blush, none of them at all applied to Damien Ollin and the way he liked to be perceived. Naturally, Bradley found the words to comment on that, despite how aggravated he was with every other aspect of Damien's stubborn being.
"That red looks good in your cheeks." He said cooly, and it was far too obvious how hard he was trying, and succeeding, in being an asshole. Damien expected him to cop out at that point, leave him breathless and confused and pissed off with how Bradley consistently put him in these situations. He hated them with a fervor. He licked his lips and set his jaw, about to lose cool and simply tell Bradley to just shut the fuck up. Bradley saw his jaw tense, and he finally leaned in.
Their lips met awkwardly, Bradley's soft and exploring while Damien's mouth seized up in shock with the rest of him. Bradley had to duck his head a little as he captured the shorter male's lips with his own. After a few seconds of shock, though it felt like an eternity to Damien, his embarrassingly girly mouth started moving in time with Bradley's. It wasn't an over indulgent exchange, and Bradley kept his one hand on the wall while the other barely brushed over Damien's side, meanwhile Damien's hands remained at his own sides- shaking from the released anticipation that he'd been stubbornly ignoring until moments beforehand. Their lips broke apart, hovered, and someone closed the breath of distance to brush their mouths back together in another chaste kiss.
Bradley opened his eyes and leaned back, and noted that Damien was leaning just that little bit off the wall and toward him. He licked his lips and waited, and Damien slowly settled back against the wall with his eyes closed. The slight tremble was evident in the other male, and Bradley had to bite his tongue against the urge to point it out to his typically oh-so arrogant classmate, because for once this wasn't about getting the best of Damien.
Damien stayed against the wall in absolute silence, too unaware of himself to even take note on his own insecure trembling. The insecure part was entirely taking up his attention, and somewhere in his mind he despised Bradley for that. 'Insecure' and Damien Ollin did not go together on any plain of existence. Even in the face of this gorgeous man that just wouldn't leave him alone, that kept challenging him to prove he really could have cared less; because he kept failing these damn challenges, and this felt like the worst failure yet. No, he still couldn't speak even after given a few minutes to collect himself, because somewhere in him he was buzzing excitedly and trying to hold on to the feel of Bradley's hand barely brushing his side through his shirt, and the bizarre, not-quite tender feeling of their lips together. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he'd leaned off the wall after Bradley stopped kissing him, and he knew it was in a desperation to hold onto something like this because he was adamant that there was no possibility it was genuine- and God he just wanted to feed himself the illusion Bradley was giving him, and accept it as a false reality for just a few moments of relief.
Familiar fingers went up to brush his hair from his face, and Damien tensed again. Just like that, everything was over and he was positive that this whole situation was nothing but ridiculous. That someone actually wanting to be like this with him... but the reassurance in Bradley's touch as he brushed back hair that Damien had been meaning to cut. No. It was false, because there was no rhyme or reason for this to be genuine in the reality Damien had built up around himself. People in general were manipulative, and too focused on their own lives to truly bring someone else close enough to provide them with any sort of meaningful and sincere commitment. This was stupid, and Damien had been convincing himself of it long before he'd met Bradley. He refused to let someone in like this situation was threatening he might, and he was simply done.
Without word or warning, Damien slipped out through that gap Bradley had left before their kiss. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and whirled around the cobblestone wall as soon as he reached the end of it. That was done, and he was gone. He didn't listen to see if Bradley was following, and he wasn't careful to find a hidden path which he could leave the area by. Because who in their right mind would actually pursue someone after they'd put themselves out their so vulnerably, and been shut down so clearly by him just walking away. No one in their right mind, or even in whatever mindset Bradley Owens viewed the world in. So Damien just trudged back across the campus with his head held high and face set into a dismissed sort of apathy on the world around him, noting with annoyance that the damn dew had started to gather up in the grass, and his designer jeans were getting soaked.
~End
Damien's Background:This is written in all lower case based due to the application format for the community....
damien was born to dr. richard ollin and his young wife, during the second year of their marriage. mrs. ollin would not have made the decision to get pregnant if she'd had a say in the matter at the time. she had already begun questioning richard's loyalties when it came to his wife and his patients. damien's conception had not been on anyone's agenda, and richard found it just as easy to let his wife stay home and deal with the situation while he worked. he made enough money to support all of them anyway. damien was enough to keep his mother around for another two years of marriage that probably wouldn't have stood a chance without a son to tie things together. shortly after damien's second birthday though, his mother finally threw in the twoel and left. she didn't leave a note, any explanation or news on whether she'd be back; all she left was damien.
damien grew up a very well-known part of the community, and not because of the fact his mother had left her husband as a single father and her only son motherless. No, the scandal of the ollin family was far outweighed by dr. ollin's contributions to society. to the people of angrid, dr. ollin was god sent. to damien, his father was the source of his immense popularity in town, the reason most of his speeding tickets as a teenager were brushed under the rug, and a man that had been part of the physical creation of his being. dad is such a strong word, and one that has never left damien's mouth in reference to his own paternal parent. father was always so impersonal, so much more respectful and less intimate, so very fitting for their relationship. hell would probably have frozen over the day that dr. ollin attended any of his son's school functions in favor of some discovery with one of his patients. damien was even forced to grin and bare it when he graduated from medical school after a total of eight years of college, and his father didn't quite make it to the graduation. something had come up at work.
dr. ollin's suicide took place three years into damien's four year psychiatry residence training. by all professional standards, damien still wasn't allowed to treat patients on his own, but through sheer force of will and the ability to talk himself out of the bermuda triangle, he became the new head of the hellingsly asylum. methods changed. the outer appearance and public view of the asylum became much more calm. what people didn't know couldn't haunt them. the asylum was a friendly place and definitely the first place to send your child at the first sign of the so called 'visions' that plagued the town. the cheery and peaceful facade of the asylum is nothing like the goings on behind closed doors, but most people are happy to turn a blind eye and that makes it all too simple...
Screen Name or Livejournal account: AIM SN-AidensRomance
Is it for a RP community (if so, which one) or is it a PSL?: Both maybe? It's for a community that will be reopening this weekend. If you wanted to PSL more scenes from their past though, I would love to.
Timezone State/Country:EST/US
Any other information you feel is important: I'm entirely open to discussing what happened to them after this incident, as well as adding on any more back story beforehand. When Damien graduated with his psychology degree, he transferred out of state for his medical degree, and would have gone out of his way to drop contact with Bradley. So regardless of what happened to them after this particular incident, they haven't had contact since graduating college at about 22.
Character Wanted: OC-Bradley Owens (PB; Jake Gyllenhaal)
Storyline: At this point in his life Damien is the Head Psychiatrist at the Hellingsly Asylum. I'm looking for Bradley to reappear from his past, because I just really like the way he compliments the character. The following flash back would be from their time in college together, while Damien was going for his initial psychology degree and Bradley for his journalism degree. The flashback is the only character information I have for Bradley aside from his PB, so the character would be entirely up to you. If you read and you're interested, message me.
The night air was crisp and cool, and moisture hadn't claimed the grounds and every surface quite yet. It would, and everything would be wet with dew by time the morning sun hit it. For now though, it was just chilly out- and Damien could deal with that. He couldn't comprehend people who got up and ran through the wet grass to meet all their buddies for breakfast in town. All the students that came into class with the ends of their jeans dark with water, socks soaked and legs under skirts shivering as the warm classroom hit their cold, wet calves.
There was a careful tug on the end of his sleeve, and he complied by picking up the pace of his walking. They trudged over the campus with intent, one that Damien was unaware of. He was looking around at the different buildings, idly picking out those that probably contained students he knew. She was probably in the library, studying up a storm to pass this semester with the obsessive perfection she had every other. He hardly had to try, in comparison. Damien was actually good at what he did, and it came naturally. He might have prided in it if he hadn't hated the whole field of psychiatrics so much. He should have gone into something for himself, not to prove himself to someone else... Something like journalism.
Damien's bright, blue eyes carefully pried themselves away from the buildings and the scenery. He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the person leading him along, attempting casual only to find green-blue irises staring right back at him over a mischievous grin. Damien frowned a little in return, and arched an eyebrow skeptically "What?" he snapped, fighting down the urge to fidget under the gaze.
A charming laugh spilled out of Bradley's smirking mouth, and he shook his head and sighed in amusement. Damien bristled. Being laughed at was not something he was remotely used to, and he was pretty damn positive he didn't approve of it. Even if it was just Bradley being an idiot as usual. The young psychiatry major wrenched on his arm to pull it from the other man's grasp, gritting his teeth with the hand on his sleeve whipped around to capture his wrist as he tried to pull free.
In an instant, Bradley had whirled on him and stopped in his face- or inches from it rather. Damien refused to lose his steam, despite the pout and the eyebrows raised up in a sort of combined surrender and plea. He tugged on his hand again, and Bradley's hand went to his shoulder as a soft "Shhh" was murmured to accompany the efforts.
"Let go of me." he demanded, seething and standing his ground. This little trip was over and he wasn't going to speak to Bradley for weeks. The other could tag along after him like he always did, poke fun and dig himself into an even deeper hole and pout all he wanted- Damien didn't really care. Bradley shook his head and offered a weak smile through his still pouting features.
"Damien, I'm sorry. I wasn't-" he started soothingly, seeming to catch onto the fact that he was on thin ice with his moody companion. "Laughing at me?" Damien snapped, raising his eyebrows in a challenge, because exactly how did Bradley plan on digging himself out of this one? He had so clearly been laughing at Damien... and for absolutely no reason!
"Aw, nah." Bradley murmured, chuckling again and running his fingers along the short sleeve Damien had pulled over the longer shirt. "I was definitely laughing at you." he started to snicker- stopping short as an absolutely haughty Damien went to rip his whole being away from Bradley's. "Shh, shh." he hissed, practically scolding. "I wasn't trying to piss you off though. I didn't mean anything by it... You're just funny sometimes. Try not to take offense to everything in life." he suggested, patting Damien's chest in a manner that Damien could find nothing but patronizing. He glowered, and Bradley rolled his eyes and turned to continue their walk.
Bradley seemed to have decided they'd worked through it, because he was off again with Damien's wrist captive in his hand. Funny thing was, Damien was following. He might have been ranting up a storm in his head about just how aggravating Bradley Owens was. He might have been seething, cheeks red with the intensity of just how angry he really was. The next couple attempts at breathing may have consisted of several haughty sighs and attempts to catch his breath after the unnecessary close quarters. All of that aside though, Damien was once again allowing Bradley to lead him along like a little lost puppy- and Bradley knew it.
They eventually came to their destination, and Damien didn't even have to try that hard to look unimpressed. It was just one of the stone fountains covering the campus, and it had been turned off and drained for cleaning. This fountain wasn't even one of the ones located in the gardens, which would have been full of closed flowers anyway. That might have been nicer than the cobblestone path and enclosure that this empty, stone structure was located in. He looked around for a while, trying to figure out what the hell Bradley might have hit his head on here. Probably one of the stone walls, or maybe that retarded fountain itself had caused whatever brain damage that had led Bradey to believe this empty, dark place was worth revisiting.
"Well this is lovely," Damien said sarcastically, "everything's dead and nobody's here." He looked over to Bradley, and was absolutely turned upside down by the peaceful sigh and the nod he got in return to his sarcasm. Bradley was insane. He was beyond help... maybe not. Damien was going into this very field of expertise. Perhaps if he stuck around, he could keep Bradley's condition under wraps for a few years. It would be difficult, but it would have to be done to keep him out of one Dr. Richard Ollin's care. Then Damien could finish up his pre-med, go on to ace medical school and bring Bradley back to Angrid for study while he worked on his residence training.
"I figured you'd say something like that." Bradley mused, looking over to Damien and smirking. His smirk was just annoying, and he knew it. Damien had spent an entire afternoon trying to get across to Bradley just how stupid that smirk looked on his face. It wasn't sexy, or charming or endearing. It didn't make girls swoon and drop their books at the sight of it. Those stupid, intense green eyes didn't help it along and beckon women from all over to his feet. Bradley had just laughed over it the whole afternoon, nodding and even agreeing sometimes. Damien had ended his rant by explaining nobody was entranced by the stupidity of his smirking, and he might as well work on stopping the pointless little habit. It was then that Bradley had stopped him, disagreeing for the first time all day and getting right in his face with that 'stupid' smirk to tell him that someone found it very sexy, charming, and endearing. Someone had almost dropped their things on probably more than one occasion due to it's magnetism. Someone spent their evenings swooning over it, and someone was probably entranced by it through all of his bitchy rants and facades. Then Bradley had done what he always did, laughed it off and bid Damien goodnight with a 'see you in chemistry.' Asshole.
"Well then, thank you." Damien mused dryly. He walked away from Bradley, his wrist being released since he wasn't trying to tear his arm free and leave. Just wandering. "Thank you so very much. I always wanted to go to an empty path, and look into a gross... nearly empty fountain. This is all so amazing Bradley. Only you, only you would think to take me to the beautiful scenery of unswept paths, where empty fountains rule the land and the landscaper obviously took his smoke break behind perfectly blank walls instead of designing something worth looking at." he rambled on, turning back to Bradley and shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "I'll bet you five-hundred dollars that we'd be able to tell the lawn wasn't mowed here, if the sun was out."
Bradley just continued to smirk, sighing out another chuckle and nodding in return to Damien's bitching. He was used to it. Anyone who was around Damien, especially as much as Bradley made it a point to be, would have been used to his bitching. Bradley wandered closer to Damien, and rolled his eyes when Damien's blue eyes darted around almost frantically and he sped off toward that fountain he'd deemed so unworthy of their time.
"I mean just look-" Damien started in snobbishly, but his forearm found itself trapped in the same grip that had held his wrist minutes before. Damien glanced down to the strong hand around his arm, and he swallowed- with some difficulty. "I doubt they even..." he trailed off weakly as Bradley pulled him away from the fountain and back toward those blank walls that had lost his attention so easily. That wouldn't happen again. Damien waited for Bradley to say something, or laugh at him, but it remained painfully quiet.
"Don't we walk through here to get to literature? They could at least..." Damien had finally recognized where they were on the campus, but it was still insignificant. There was absolutely no reason for them to be visiting this random spot that they had to walk through every other day of the school week in order to get to class. Damien had seen it's meaninglessness time and time again, and he would continue to revisit it for the rest of the next semester too.
"Damien, shut up." Bradley suggested, his smirk giving way to a smile as he raised his hand up and placed it on Damien's chest with a gentle pressure to urge him back toward the wall. Damien stiffened in reaction instead, and he arched an eyebrow in dangerous annoyance at his friend. "Excuse me?"
Bradley's smirk softened a little and he actually fidgeted before Damien, looking over the arrogance of the way the other held himself and taking it in. Damien was flawless in his own eyes, and he put off that image with ease. He could do no wrong, and he could say whatever need be said. Like just how stupid a spot this was to be at, and how ridiculous Bradley Owens was in general. How pointless it was for the bitch in the library to study as hard as she did, as she obviously wasn't good at her trade to begin with. She should have just thrown the towel in and changed majors, especially if it was his immaculate perfection she was trying to size herself up to. Damien was such an arrogant prick, and he knew it, and he was not only okay with putting off the image- but satisfied. Like somehow his point in life was showing everyone up.
What a tiresome point in life, in Bradley's opinion. So he'd tried to get to know Damien better, and that's where everything got complicated, because Damien Ollin was actually human and complex just like everyone else. There was a rhyme and reason behind his attitude and the way he had to show up everyone who dared breath his air, and Bradley... had started wishing he'd left it alone. Because what was the point? Where was the logic in trying to chase after something that was obviously so self-assured and perfect without anyone else to compliment it's existence.
Damien opened his mouth to complain, but just ended up closing his mouth and trying to hold his ground against a pressure that didn't feel as entirely unwelcome as he was trying to put off. The two held each other's gaze for a while, and Damien exhaled a careful breath- secretly pleased that it had sounded as steady as it had, and that he was still perfectly solid under Bradley's hands and not shaking like his nerves threatened he might. This wasn't going to get brushed off though, and Damien couldn't find words with the ease that he usually did.
Bradley took a deep breath and held Damien's gaze as he moved forward, pushing against Damien again with a little less finesse and caution than before. Damien held still against him regardless, and Bradley wasn't entirely shocked. His smirk faded and he tilted his head, glancing off down the path and setting his hand on the wall just to the left of Damien's head. Damien's cool stare finally left him, darting over to his hand and then looking down in confusion as Bradley's hand left his chest and Bradley took a last step to close the distance between them. He had pointedly left it entirely open for Damien to slip out to the right and leave without any effort.
It was aggravating how much Damien wanted this, for the both of them, and their was a silent pause in things as the world seemed to stop spinning for a while. Bradley was biting his tongue, fighting the urge to ask Damien why he was being such a stubborn asshole, why he was always such an asshole. Damien on the other hand, was scared white. His skin was unnaturally pale to begin with though, and the evening did everything for him in masking the fact that he'd lost whatever color he had- except for that creeping red that was starting to build up in his cheeks. Embarrassment, shame, shyness, discomfort; whatever reasons there were to blush, none of them at all applied to Damien Ollin and the way he liked to be perceived. Naturally, Bradley found the words to comment on that, despite how aggravated he was with every other aspect of Damien's stubborn being.
"That red looks good in your cheeks." He said cooly, and it was far too obvious how hard he was trying, and succeeding, in being an asshole. Damien expected him to cop out at that point, leave him breathless and confused and pissed off with how Bradley consistently put him in these situations. He hated them with a fervor. He licked his lips and set his jaw, about to lose cool and simply tell Bradley to just shut the fuck up. Bradley saw his jaw tense, and he finally leaned in.
Their lips met awkwardly, Bradley's soft and exploring while Damien's mouth seized up in shock with the rest of him. Bradley had to duck his head a little as he captured the shorter male's lips with his own. After a few seconds of shock, though it felt like an eternity to Damien, his embarrassingly girly mouth started moving in time with Bradley's. It wasn't an over indulgent exchange, and Bradley kept his one hand on the wall while the other barely brushed over Damien's side, meanwhile Damien's hands remained at his own sides- shaking from the released anticipation that he'd been stubbornly ignoring until moments beforehand. Their lips broke apart, hovered, and someone closed the breath of distance to brush their mouths back together in another chaste kiss.
Bradley opened his eyes and leaned back, and noted that Damien was leaning just that little bit off the wall and toward him. He licked his lips and waited, and Damien slowly settled back against the wall with his eyes closed. The slight tremble was evident in the other male, and Bradley had to bite his tongue against the urge to point it out to his typically oh-so arrogant classmate, because for once this wasn't about getting the best of Damien.
Damien stayed against the wall in absolute silence, too unaware of himself to even take note on his own insecure trembling. The insecure part was entirely taking up his attention, and somewhere in his mind he despised Bradley for that. 'Insecure' and Damien Ollin did not go together on any plain of existence. Even in the face of this gorgeous man that just wouldn't leave him alone, that kept challenging him to prove he really could have cared less; because he kept failing these damn challenges, and this felt like the worst failure yet. No, he still couldn't speak even after given a few minutes to collect himself, because somewhere in him he was buzzing excitedly and trying to hold on to the feel of Bradley's hand barely brushing his side through his shirt, and the bizarre, not-quite tender feeling of their lips together. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he'd leaned off the wall after Bradley stopped kissing him, and he knew it was in a desperation to hold onto something like this because he was adamant that there was no possibility it was genuine- and God he just wanted to feed himself the illusion Bradley was giving him, and accept it as a false reality for just a few moments of relief.
Familiar fingers went up to brush his hair from his face, and Damien tensed again. Just like that, everything was over and he was positive that this whole situation was nothing but ridiculous. That someone actually wanting to be like this with him... but the reassurance in Bradley's touch as he brushed back hair that Damien had been meaning to cut. No. It was false, because there was no rhyme or reason for this to be genuine in the reality Damien had built up around himself. People in general were manipulative, and too focused on their own lives to truly bring someone else close enough to provide them with any sort of meaningful and sincere commitment. This was stupid, and Damien had been convincing himself of it long before he'd met Bradley. He refused to let someone in like this situation was threatening he might, and he was simply done.
Without word or warning, Damien slipped out through that gap Bradley had left before their kiss. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and whirled around the cobblestone wall as soon as he reached the end of it. That was done, and he was gone. He didn't listen to see if Bradley was following, and he wasn't careful to find a hidden path which he could leave the area by. Because who in their right mind would actually pursue someone after they'd put themselves out their so vulnerably, and been shut down so clearly by him just walking away. No one in their right mind, or even in whatever mindset Bradley Owens viewed the world in. So Damien just trudged back across the campus with his head held high and face set into a dismissed sort of apathy on the world around him, noting with annoyance that the damn dew had started to gather up in the grass, and his designer jeans were getting soaked.
~End
Damien's Background:This is written in all lower case based due to the application format for the community....
damien was born to dr. richard ollin and his young wife, during the second year of their marriage. mrs. ollin would not have made the decision to get pregnant if she'd had a say in the matter at the time. she had already begun questioning richard's loyalties when it came to his wife and his patients. damien's conception had not been on anyone's agenda, and richard found it just as easy to let his wife stay home and deal with the situation while he worked. he made enough money to support all of them anyway. damien was enough to keep his mother around for another two years of marriage that probably wouldn't have stood a chance without a son to tie things together. shortly after damien's second birthday though, his mother finally threw in the twoel and left. she didn't leave a note, any explanation or news on whether she'd be back; all she left was damien.
damien grew up a very well-known part of the community, and not because of the fact his mother had left her husband as a single father and her only son motherless. No, the scandal of the ollin family was far outweighed by dr. ollin's contributions to society. to the people of angrid, dr. ollin was god sent. to damien, his father was the source of his immense popularity in town, the reason most of his speeding tickets as a teenager were brushed under the rug, and a man that had been part of the physical creation of his being. dad is such a strong word, and one that has never left damien's mouth in reference to his own paternal parent. father was always so impersonal, so much more respectful and less intimate, so very fitting for their relationship. hell would probably have frozen over the day that dr. ollin attended any of his son's school functions in favor of some discovery with one of his patients. damien was even forced to grin and bare it when he graduated from medical school after a total of eight years of college, and his father didn't quite make it to the graduation. something had come up at work.
dr. ollin's suicide took place three years into damien's four year psychiatry residence training. by all professional standards, damien still wasn't allowed to treat patients on his own, but through sheer force of will and the ability to talk himself out of the bermuda triangle, he became the new head of the hellingsly asylum. methods changed. the outer appearance and public view of the asylum became much more calm. what people didn't know couldn't haunt them. the asylum was a friendly place and definitely the first place to send your child at the first sign of the so called 'visions' that plagued the town. the cheery and peaceful facade of the asylum is nothing like the goings on behind closed doors, but most people are happy to turn a blind eye and that makes it all too simple...
Screen Name or Livejournal account: AIM SN-AidensRomance
Is it for a RP community (if so, which one) or is it a PSL?: Both maybe? It's for a community that will be reopening this weekend. If you wanted to PSL more scenes from their past though, I would love to.
Timezone State/Country:EST/US
Any other information you feel is important: I'm entirely open to discussing what happened to them after this incident, as well as adding on any more back story beforehand. When Damien graduated with his psychology degree, he transferred out of state for his medical degree, and would have gone out of his way to drop contact with Bradley. So regardless of what happened to them after this particular incident, they haven't had contact since graduating college at about 22.