The World Will Never Find You

[Damian O'Callaghan]

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tell the world
i'm coming home

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Damian sat low in a seat at a table against the wall, listening to the the general chaos of the room. Shiloh had wandered off - to find someone to tease, or punch (the drink, not the action) - and so far hadn't comeback. That was okay - Damian didn't need his roommate to be there all the time, but he also hated being alone. He could just go find someone he knew, he supposed... That blob over there looks familiar! ...In fact, it looks just like that one over there...and that one... Yeah, that plan would work. Sighing, he shifted position once more and let out a guy of air.

People...Most of them where out in the middle, dancing to the throbbing music. The tables around the edges were sporadically populated, people talking and drinking. Several tables to his left a couple was snogging, and he'd watched another couple have a fight a dozen feet to the other side. There seemed to be plenty going on if you knew where to look. And were interested, of course...which he was quickly becoming less and less.

If he sank much lower in his seat, Damian was going to be on the floor. He groaned and righted himself restlessly, trying to decide if he should give it all up and go hang out with Radar and Ben. Which, he had to admit, was a depressing and slightly pathetic thought.
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[shia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11hh4yw.jpg); border-radius: 20 20 20 20 px] my back to the sun To be perfectly honest, Shia was more than a tad bit nervous about this whole masquerade thing. It only made her feel slightly better that, one: few people here would know her at all; and two: few people here would recognize her if she did something embarrassing, thanks to her mask. And, to be honest, she was likely to trip, her herself, heal immediately leaving nothing but blood and a mess, and she just honestly didn't want that, because blood tended to put people out of their partying mood. Which was the reason she ended up standing in the doorway for a good ten minutes before getting the nerve up to walk in. And another twenty just hanging around the photo booth watching pictures being taken. Which she enjoyed a great deal, even though she didn't have anyone to take pictures with at the time. Maybe Maeve would take one with her? If she asked nicely? Shia filed that away to ask the older girl before the end of the night. But after a few more minutes of that, Shia figured she should probably try to find someone to talk to. Anyone...She paused in her wanderings, standing at a table where a young man was slouching down so low he almost seemed ready so slide under the table. It's not that she had really noticed or recognized him. But...He smelled familiar, as odd as that sounded. And...Was that a breeze, all of a sudden? Shia's eyes narrowed a bit as she watched him straighten up and she couldn't help but grin. In a sea of masks, she had found a familiar face. She made her way around the table to lean against the wall next to Damian, waiting just a moment before speaking. "Aren't ya gonna tell me I look nice tonight?" she asked, only a moment of time going by before she cleared her throat behind her fist with an awkward chuckle. "I-I'm so sorry. That was horrible...Just..." She looked around her before turning her face to him. "It's just...You look nice...so...Yeah." She turned a bright red face away from him, fidgeting a bit. Hopefully he was one to just take a nice compliment and not take to heart the teasing she had almost attempted. Damian ;; 395 words ;; outfit ;; notes trapped in your light

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