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[bringyouluck]

Night. And they are gone.
The footsteps, still echoing.
Then silent.
Then black.Nothing read Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles months ago. Louis annoyed him. Lestat seemed like a god. Then he'd gone and started a rock band and it seemed a little silly after that. Nothing sings to himself, broken lines of Bowie and Robert Smith, the Lost Souls mixed

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[sommer_tobi]

Still wet from his swim, Tobi stomped his way up the beach, sand collecting on the soles of his wet feet, damp hair hanging over his eyes as he panted. His smile was bright though, spreading wide across his cheeks and he dropped down beside Nothing with little grace, his bare shoulder touching the other boy's, getting him wet and not particularly caring.

"That is homework?" he asked, just assuming given the way Nothing seemed to be so intently focused. He folded his legs under him to get more comfortable and ran a hand over his bare chest, the breeze chilling him, cooling off his skin.

[bringyouluck]

It wasn't until he felt skin pressed against his, saltwater bleeding in through his t-shirt, the sand disturbed around him, that he knew he wasn't alone. He knew the smell of Tobi now: sand and saltwater and grass and clean sweat and sunshine. All those things he never in his life thought he'd find appealing.

"It's my life," he said, letting the pages flutter in the breeze, "I found it this morning."

[sommer_tobi]

Brushing the sand off his chest and then off his fingers, Tobi leaned forward, arms circling his knees as he turned to squint at Nothing.

"Your life?" he asked, clearly not understanding. He didn't think he'd misunderstood, but there was still a lot about English he knew he still didn't pick up on, though being surrounded by it so much of the time had really helped him. His smile still in place, he cocked his head. "I did not know you misplaced it."

[bringyouluck]

"You've met people here who came from movies and books," Nothing said, squinting in the sun until Tobi was only a relief in shadows, wavering like a mirage in the heat. He rubbed at his eyes and handed the book over. Handed over his life. All those things he'd missed.

"This is mine. I came here about halfway through it. I guess I've missed a lot."

[jdick]

Now there was a kid with a fashion sense Joe could appreciate and he headed over, mostly just wandering. He'd seen the kid around, sort of knew about him from Tobi, but he didn't know his name, didn't really know anything about him. Tobi still clammed up pretty damn easily and Joe didn't push.

Not yet, anyway.

"Hey," he said as he approached, not wanting to scare him by accident. The kid looked pretty fucking into his book, whatever the hell it was he might be reading.

[bringyouluck]

Nothing squinted against the sun, his thin fingers curling possessively around his book, strands of hair whipping about his face in the breeze.

"You're Joe Dick."

[jdick]

"Yeah. Pretty fucking sure I was Joe Dick the last time I checked," he agreed, looking down at himself before he looked back at the kid. "You're Tobi's friend. Don't know your name."

There was something weird about the way he held onto the book, but Joe tried not to look at it. He figured it was something private, something he wanted to keep to himself.

[bringyouluck]

"It's Nothing," he said, his lips curving into a smile, flashing one canine. If he'd stayed in his world for just a few more months, that tooth would've been filed to a point. Two self-made fangs among the rows of pearly whites.