Unwritten Chapter (Open)

[David B.]

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I've tried so hard to write this peom,
but my feelings just won't flow.
I can't seem to see what is within me
to make me not let go.
I close my eyes and set alone to see
what is within me, but my feelings
inside are locked away tight and I
can not find the key.
My thoughts run wild all the words are
in one big pile I can not let them free.
Why can I not see what I need to say
or say what I need to see.
I look at my notepad and what do I see
my thoughts are already in front of me.

David put down his pen, re-reading what he put down before shaking his head with a sigh. He stood, crumpling the paper and tossing it toward the trash, not bothering to watch as it bounced off the rim and landed beside the door. Class was over, and as he headed to his locker, he tried to keep track of life and thoughts. He heard rumors of Dragons, movement, Unfettered... he didn't know about the things going on, but he had no motivation to really find out. You try something enough, fail enough at that something...well, its discouraging to say the least.

David went outside, to the fabled and much visited courtyard, standing beside the fountain and watching th water pour from the small agle there. He couldnt find Bastille, not since they had spoken about getting married. That in itself was a depression, since he had been considering breaking up with her. She was never around, and decided to leave without telling him on a regular basis. Not exactly encouragement for marriage. He pulled up his hood, glancing out across school grounds. Maybe he needed a fight. He scratched his chin. Maybe a talk? He looked around. Who did he know, or not know?

[Patrick O'Connor]

Daniel wandered around the school aimlessly. He had a lot on his mind. That and he didn't particularly want to be in class. He sighed as he wandered the halls. There was nothing to do. The silence of the halls began to drive him crazy. Everyone was still in class and so there was no distractions from his thoughts. Memories started to play in his head, torturing him. His past crept in to haunt him once again. Daniel started to sweat and shake. At the pinnacle of his nightmare he shuddered. Looking around and seeing no one he pulled a flask out of his pocket and lapped it down. Daniel slipped the empty tin back into his pocket.

The thick alcohol hit him as he felt himself go into a brief daze. He stumbled before the room stopped spinning. The liquor was pretty hard to have chugged like that but Daniel needed it. He couldn't wait for his usual routine of going to the bathroom quietly. This time his memory had came on too fast in the emptiness of the hall. Daniel was trying to hid his drinking here. He decided that it was for the best if he wanted to remain the relatively unknown Daniel Heart, transfer of unknown origins. It was for the best as if lived as he truly was he could never get away.

Daniel panted as he walked down the hallways. The hoped for effects taking their place. His mind slowed down to it's proper place. Memory less defined. Pain dulled. After another length Daniel gave a relieved smile as one does when a sharp pain dulls to more bearable feeling. Perhaps he should head to class now, while he was preoccupied. Sure the teacher would be pissed but the attempt of passing a class would give his mind something to do besides turn up old memories. Yeah, that's what Daniel would do. The teacher would slap him around a bit but what the hell? The class would provide more distraction then fighting back. The fight would be over quicker then the class and Daniel didn't want to be known for attacking a teacher.

So Daniel turned and started to head towards a class when he heard a familiar voice whisper in his ear, "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Daniel turned around and asked in a thick irish accent, forgetting who he was, "Zea?"

He saw the red head turn the corner down the hall. Daniel chased after her wanted to see the woman of his dreams and nightmares.

"Zea?!", Daniel yelled again in that voice that did not fit with the black haired, blue eyed Boston native. He sprinted around the corner to see her hair flicker through the door of the courtyard. Daniel chased her running to the door that had never actually opened. He burst through into the courtyard as he did looking for the woman that had seemingly disappeared. In frustration he yelled, "Zea, where are ye?!"

He stumbled into the courtyard looking for her but there was no one, but a lone figure in a hoodie...

[David B.]

Davids head snapped to the point of noise, the violent concussion of sound and following echo knocking him out of his thoughtful stupor. The man appeared to be hunting for someone who obviously wasn't there. Confused, or driven mad by the thought of yet another female. The mans accent was thick, and reminded him of Patrick. heh. You, foolish irishman. David had some unfinished business with him. He would wait, and if the man looked his way, he would look around and walk over, speaking as he did so.

"There is no one..."

He stopped, looking at the man closely, how he held himself.

"Do i know you?"

OOC((Shit post...apologies.))

[Patrick O'Connor]

"There is no one..."

The voice was familiar, never a good thing. That was not on Daniel's mind though. The thought that currently ran through his mind now was, 'Shit, not again.'

It had been awhile since he had actually seen her or conversed with her. Probably since he had actually arrived in California again. But before that he had been talking with Zea on a somewhat regular basis. He had been ever since he had escaped from Sable and her cronies. Daniel had figured that coming out here and leaving the place where so much bad had happened would do himself some good. It would be getting away from his past and so that would be getting over what had happened. But the truth that he either wouldn't admit or didn't see was that he was no where near to over it. Coming to this place was the opposite of getting over what had happened. It was just another bastion of pain and memory. It was only until now though, that he was able to lie to himself. Now he had to see the reality, or at least give some acknowledgement to it.

Patrick O'Connor couldn't escape his past.

"Do i know you?"

Another silent curse ran across Daniel's mind as he saw the lone person that had answered him. It was David Blaze. Another figure from the past that he wanted to forget. Daniel's mind searched for lies to hold his cover. He had been able to the other day in the cafeteria when everyone had come out of the woodworks. Time to see if he could pull off another lie.

"No, probably not," Daniel said with a grin, losing the accent and dropping to a plain Bostonian accent. Not an unnatural accent as he had spent a lot of his life there. That and considering other factors it was a fairly easy switch for him, very little thought necessary. Daniel walked forward and extended his hand out introducing himself, "I'm Daniel Heart, I'm kinda new here."

There was a good difference between his last appearance with David though. He still wore a pare of black fingerless gloves but those were common place here. He wore a grey t shirt with the words "Whiskey Militia" written across the chest and blue jeans. The shirt and the jeans hid some of his other scars but there was one that he couldn't hide. The scar that ran down the right side of his face from his right eyebrow down past his nose. He did look different though, with short black hair and blue contacts. It had worked before.

Maybe his lie would work again...

[David B.]

"Heart...Hmm."

David took the hand, rather slow as he leaned forward, gripping it with an equal amount of strength. His eyes looked at his knuckles, the fingers that clasped his. One could always tell a mans history by his knuckles. A name, no. Memories, no. But combat, definitely. His eyes would then come up to the irish mans own, looking over them as his eyebrows drew down. The boy was hesitant, a spark of familiarity coming over his as he tried to wrestle with the strange nostalgia, a remembrence. He shook his head, clearing it.

"Your...sure we haven't met before?" He laughed. "I got some intuition tells me we've scraped elbows once or twice..."

OOC((Shit post. Apologies.))

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: np dude

"Heart...Hmm."

David took Daniel's hand shake, looking to the knuckles for some sign, any sign of previous encounters. Whatever David was looking for in his knuckles would be less then definite. Daniel had fought of both spectrums of the morality scale with some degree of intensity. Some of the battles were vigorously fought, others fought with desperation, some with hate, some for calculating purposes, some to save people, others to make them suffer all of those with many battles fought for life or death. It was going to be a confusing story at the very least with many scars along the way. Daniel figured that this was for the best if he was trying to hide his identity, especially considering that, with the exception of their brief and freak meeting in New York, David had only ever known Patrick to kill and make others suffer. Not to fight for others.

"Your...sure we haven't met before? I got some intuition tells me we've scraped elbows once or twice..."


It was working, more or less. His similar features, namely the gloves and scars were the only thing seemingly holding back the illusion. There were a few easy explanations though, the gloves being very common so anyone could have a pair of those. He did have that scar on his face that was classically his though, and that was tough for Daniel to explain away. His only possible explanations were his shorter and different hair color, different eye color and the lack of that white bandanna that he always wore in the past. Tough call but maybe it would work again as David and him had only really collided once or twice, though Daniel had heard that David had been out for his blood back in 42 for crucifying that girl whose jaw he had broken.

"I don't think so man," Daniel chuckled Bostonian accent in tow, "Not unless you've caused trouble in my old city."

The lie and dual meaning. Not truth, but not completely a lie as Daniel had spent years in Boston. Then again New York had been his previous city and 552 his stomping ground, in addition to here and San Fran and 42 of course. Though Daniel was heavily hinting to Boston being that city with his accent. Before David had any time to reply though Daniel would go on to ask his standard orientation question, "I never got your name by the way?"

[David B.]

"Heh."

He chuckled a little, reaching out and taking the hand firmly.

"Yeah, guess so. My name is David. David Blaze."

He couldn't wait to hear what was sure to be a chuckle at his last name. People thought it stupid, corny. He couldn't help what his lineage was. At least it wasn't fartswallop or something of the sort. He was rambling. In his own head. Imagine that. He released the hand and glanced over his shoulder, looking around Campus a moment to try and spot the one this individual had burst through the door in search of. After still spotting nobody, he turned back, scratching the rear side of his skull.

"Uh.. who were you after?"

He didn't wanna think anything of the fellow- still, it was a little weird to have someone come out shouting in a strange accent and then suddenly sound a little different, not to mention nervous. He shrugged in his head. Best not to let his imagination get ahead of itself.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"Yeah, guess so. My name is David. David Blaze."

."Nice to meet you," Daniel said with a grin, thinking, 'Again.'

Daniel started to get more relaxed. Figuring that he had gotten past the point where he had been called out on who he was. Daniel berated himself for thinking that this wouldn't work. Maybe, he could get a new chance at life. A new beginning. He quickly forgot his earlier experience with Zea in this success. Excitement quickly got the better of him, he was a new person and his past was gone. Daniel didn't really care that the last time he had really heard of David was that he had a vendetta against him because he wasn't that man anymore. He was Daniel Heart, upbeat orphan overcoming that lack of education, or whatever the hell he was calling it.

"Uh.. who were you after?"

Reality came crashing down...

"Uhh," Daniel stumbled knocked off balance but the question that came unexpectedly shocking him. Coming up with a lie Daniel spoke quickly hoping that he could cover his shock, "I was chasing after someone and could of sworn that they had run into the courtyard."

Was that a good lie? Hell, whatever it would have to work, Daniel had already said it anyway. It seemed good enough anyway. Yeah, he was chasing someone and they ran in here. It was a good lie. I mean there could have been another place to turn off and hide, couldn't there? In reality there wasn't and Daniel knew that from prior experience but he was desperately reaching for a lie that would work. And well it would have to, even if it was missing key parts...