run, baby, run [devlin]

[rayne adelaide weicht-romanov;]

One would think that after nearly getting beaten up by a girl gang, running from a group of drunkards after getting a gash to her head from a broken beer bottle, and fleeing from an ex-jail convict whom she stole money from, Rayni have learned that she was better off with a calmer lifestyle, but there was no denying that she thrived on the rush she got as a resulting sensation when she was in a sticky situation. She was an adrenaline junkie through and through, as well as a mischievous trouble-maker, all of which tended to result in her putting her own life at jeopardy. She didn't really mind, much to the surprise of her friends and family.

Perhaps Rayni's first mistake was hitting on a man she knew was taken. Perhaps the problem was that she knew that he was involved with a rough-housing girl who was known for getting into quite a few bar fights, many of which she won when she decided to crack something hard over another person's head. Perhaps the problem was that the said girl had a posse of equally violent friends. The main thing, of course, was that Rayni decided to make a few unappreciated suggestions and offensive remarks before pouring a full glass of ice down the girl's shirt and then splashing a bottle of brandy on the front of her shirt when she whirled around to scream at her. Next she knew it, the adrenaline junkie was fleeing for her health and well-being.

Rayni knew she was supposed to be screaming for mercy and hope that some higher being would pity her, but instead she had a large grin on her face as she ran down the streets with a good two minute start. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and felt a soreness in her muscles, but stopping meant risking getting her bones broken by a fiery-tempered borderline gangster. She tripped one and skid a few time as she landed, feeling the cement tear through the skin on her knee, making her stop for a moment to inspect the wound. Blood began to lead a thin trail down her leg, but she already heard muted yelling behind her. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her leg, she got up and continued running, unsure of where exactly she was supposed to hide at.

tag;;: Devlin
word count;; 3 9 4
muse;; Iunno. :'D
notes;; Er....hi?

[devlin ambrose alastair;]

Devlin was comfortably settled down in an alleyway, next to a fire escape. If someone passed by him right now, they could have wondered if he was a hobo or a drunkard passed out from one to many beers, but Devlin was neither a hobo(for he dressed to nicely for one) nor a drunkard. He was actually taking a nap. Now, he had a nice warm home to go to and it probably still had dinner out for him, but Devlin could be categorised as a lazy ass, a very lazy one at that. He decided to take a nap even though it was getting dark and the sun was just about to set, in a alleyway! He could be mugged in his sleep for all he knew, but nevertheless he ignored the cons of the situations for the pros for once.

So you could probably imagine how annoyed you must be when you wake up from your nap by a quite a harsh amount of stomping and yelling. You're of course not very happy so when he peeked out of his makeshift room(a.k.a the alley) he found a girl running from the local girls gang. Did he feel pity for the seemingly small girl that if caught will be turned into a human punching bag? Nope, not a single ounce. He was annoyed though, and wanted revenge at the girls gang that stomped by like a herd of angry elephants. They probably look like them too, he added silently, getting up. With a quick stretch he strides over to the chain link fence. The road was quite long and then it turned, well unless you wanted to run into another fence and continue on to the forest. Let's hope that the girl has at least a bit of common sense shall we? Since she obviously doesn't have much picking on girls that look like they can make a regular man piss in their pants, he thought.

Backing up, Devlin ran with sudden speed and was able to grip onto the top of the fence instead of just slowly climbing the humongous thing. He started to pull himself up and then flipped himself over. Well, that was my excersise for the week," Devlin said to himself silently. Brushing himself off he watched as the girl ran in front of him, in one creeper like move he grabbed hold of her from his position and dragged her into the alleyway. He smirked at the thought that in her eyes he probably looked like someone who would mug her. He silently brought his pointer finger to his lips, hoping she would understand the hand gesture and pulled her towards the fire escapes. He quickly climped up, and then look back down at her to see if she would follow. It would be easy they just had to climb it and stay quiet, then voila. He doubted that the chasers had enough brain power to actually throughly look at each and every alley here.

There was his act of kindness for the month also, there another thing that could prevent him from going to hell. Well, if he believed in it anyways, but the girl should be glad. Then she should do him the favour of picking on ogres in some other bar away from where he was napping. Devlin hated getting woken up, it snapped him back to reality too harshly for his liking. The girl owed him one, big time. He just saved her from becoming a human jumping rope probably. Now all he wanted was to push the girl off the fire escape and go back to his nap. Too bad the ogres ran like slugs and probably will take them an hour to pass by. That, or his sense of patience and time was nonexistent. Nah, it's probably because they're really slow, he thought lying back onto the railings and closing his eyes. Maybe a nap wouldn't be too harmful.

Tag - Rayni
Word Count - I DUNNOOOOOO
Muse - It's there xDDD
Notes - I wanted to use my template ;o; but Devlin would kill me if I gave him such a girly template

[rayne adelaide weicht-romanov;]

To be honest, Rayni Romanov never had any sort of luck, and most of it was her own fault. Sane people with common sense didn't tempt danger onto their paths by picking fights in situations where they would clearly be outnumbered. And her? Well, she just enjoyed a good old adrenaline rush. And it wasn't as if she was a hardheaded fool.On a fair number of occasions, she had failed to outrun those whom she had angered, and the incidents left her with bruises and sores. The worst instance was when she had been backed into a corner and ended up limping home on a broken ankle and dislocated shoulder. Nonetheless, it was hard to quit old habits, and as a result, she still played with fire like a curious newborn.

Now any other girl would scream bloody murder and rape once a shadowy silhouette reached out from a random alleyway and became tangible, dragging her into its inky depths. She, however, simply raised an eyebrow and weighed her options. Continuing running from the stampede of angry gangsters or get dragged off by her unknown captor? She quickly decided that she'd prefer to take her chances with an individual rather than nearly ten scorned females. If she got dragged off by a girl, it was semi-creepy, but at least that reduced the chance of rape, right? Or at least that was what she was hoping. Who knew? But if it was a guy...well. That would be awkward. And semi dangerous. Or maybe he would point a gun at her forehead and demand money. She hoped the poor guy would be satisfied with three pennies, a quarter, and a wrinkled five dollar bill. But still, she was an adrenaline junkie. If anything, she could knee him in the family jewels and then scream like an angry banshee while fleeing. Before she jumped to any conclusions, she felt like some sort of gratitude was in order. Attacking her possible saviour was a poor show of thanks, and while she was generally crude and rough around the edges, she's wasn't any sort of mindless beast.

Brushing a long lock of tangled hair away from her eyes, Rayni squinted, attempting to absorb the features of the mysterious stranger. As they climbed up a rickety fire escape, dim sunlight from a setting sun and artificial fluorescent lighting lit up his face, giving her eyes a good few of chocolate brown hair that looked like it would be soft to the touch and a handsome face with dark, brooding eyes. It took her a moment to connect all the dots, but when things clicked together, she smirked. Devlin Alastair. That was certainly a name she hadn't heard in a while. Old days roaming in the child welfare services resurfaced in her mind, many of which she had no specific opinion toward. True, she was torn from her home and all the things that were familiar to her, but it wasn't as if getting beaten around like a raggedy doll by her drug-using parents was a luxurious state of being. Besides, she met him there, and he was a good friend, always thinking up plots for her to go through with. They were partners in crime in that aspect.

She briefly wondered if he was still as lazy as she remembered him being, and she received her answer when he began to stretch out, prepared to take a nap in plain sight in the oddest of settings. It was surprising that he managed not to get mugged or worse thus far, though maybe he had and just never learned from it. To some extent, they had quite a bit in common, one such similarity being that they rarely learned lessons from experience. Continuing to take in his familiar features, she noticed that he hadn't remembered her when he rescued her, and that was a bit disappointing, but she never was the kind of girl who took things sitting down. Maybe he truly had forgotten her, but there was no harm in at least making sure, right?

Smirking lightly, Rayni rested her hands on her thin waist, nudging his side with her foot as she cheerfully chirped, "I'm a bit disappointed, Devlin. A few years and you've forgotten me already? And here I was thinking we used to be such a great team."

tag;;: Devlin
word count;; 7 2 4
muse;; Iunno. :'D
notes;; I feel so lame.

[devlin ambrose alastair;]

He probably should have quit his habit of saving people, but as they say, old habits die hard. He probably also shouldn't have let his guard down and fell asleep when there was a stranger just a few feet away from him. For all he knew, she could pickpocket him and leave, but he didn't have anything worth stealing. The only thing that was in his pocket was a ten dollar bill and pocket lint, so it wasn't like he had much for her to steal. 

Stupid girl, had to wake me up, he slightly thought.  He lost precious minutes of sleep and didn't plan to lose anymore. Crossing his arms behind his head he allowed himself to doze off into la la land once again. Remember me?

He recognised that voice, he would recognise it even if he was blind and deaf. Memories of childhood flashed by him as the the name Rayni popped into his mind. The girl could be categorised as annoying, stupid, and spontaneous. He had to save her more then once. "Hm, I don't remember knowing someone so short," Devlin responded. 

It was probably an obvious comment. He always made fun of her height when they were younger. Though the consequences might not have been fun to go though. Groaning he thought of how her company would take him sways from the comforts of his sleep. "What are you doing here anyways? I thought you were still in the hellhole?"

His neighborhood was a thing of the past. It was the time he got pulled over for street racing and hanged with the worse kids possible that weren't in gangs. Well, he did continue street racing until his brother stole his keys and he never bothered to look for them. He also still knew the worse kids possible, so nothing had actually change he'd guessed. Unless you count a certain girl was missing for the years you attended school. Rayni was a friend to say the least. Devlin would never admit it nor will he ever. His childhood consist of them causing mischief. Planning pranks and playing them out was a large part of it. He was a troublesome kid when he was younger, wasn't he?

Sweeping his hair out of his face, he grinned, she looked the same as always. Even when they didn't keep in touch they recognized each other. Then again they did spend every waking moment with one another. "Anyways you should climb up, unless you want those herd of elephants catching you. I was already woken once I don't need it to happen again because of your stupidity and adrenaline addiction." 

Tag: Rayni
Words: 455
Muse: ...
Notes: No fancy coding :,DWhy is this so short

[rayne adelaide weicht-romanov;]

Rayni had never been the sentimental type. She wouldn’t cry if Devlin affirmed that he had no recollection of her whatsoever. People forget. It was something natural, so why waste energy sulking over it? Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t have any sort of soft spot hidden beneath her tough exterior. And honestly? She didn’t really even act tough anyway. She had a tendency to be painfully honest and lacked a proper filter in her brain, but none of that added up to anything of notable harshness. So perhaps by soft spot, one meant that few things ever really made her feel especially emotional. That wasn’t to say that she was lacking in emotions, but it was just that it had been a very long time since she felt anything deeper than contentment and the occasional rushes of excitement or anger.

Odd as it was, very few things ever wrought much of a long-lasting response from the tactless teen. That, in turn, could be acquainted with the act that few things were held close to her heart. Her parents had never meant much to her, and unlike many other mistreated children, she had never found the need to prove herself worthy or put herself down because no one expected much from her anyway. She simply acted as she pleased. After she was transferred to an orphanage, she still found that very little—if anything at all—managed to wriggle its way into her heart. Material things very rarely stayed in her possession for long, therefore they never quite were able to mean anything more to her.

"Hm, I don’t remember knowing someone so short."

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The comment was a bit insulting, though if anyone knew Devlin the way she knew him, he or she would understand that he was simply like that. That was why rather than spitting out an insult as a reply, she grinned impishly and felt traces of satisfaction at the indirect confirmation to her inquiry. She was remembered. Good. Though she supposed it was rather difficult for him not to remember her anyway. Throughout their friendship in their younger years, she was the one who was constantly keeping him away from his beloved sleep with her mischievousness and addiction to pranks and causing trouble. As if he had been reading her mind, she heard a disgruntled groan and felt her grin grow a bit larger.

Fixating her glance at him, she smoothly replied, "Traveling with a band because I need the money. I think I'll actually head to a decent mechanics college since I picked it up after I got out of the hellhole. What about you? I haven’t seen you since you left."[/color]

Talk of the past reminded her of their old hometown Not that Rayni was particularly fond of it, but the location did house quite of few of memories that she enjoyed thinking back to. Pulling pranks. With Devlin. That was her childhood there. And it was also probably the most memorable time period of her childhood. Memorable in the good way of course. She had fun in those years, and it was far better when one noted that the rest of her childhood was comprised of neglect and mistreatment.

"Anyways you should climb up, unless you want those herd of elephants catching you. I was already woken once I don't need it to happen again because of your stupidity and adrenaline addiction."

Amused at his remark, she climbed the remaining few rungs on the fire escape and sat next to him. She stretched her legs out, not too concerned about getting her worn jeans dirty on the less than spotless condition of the fire escape. She leaned back and relaxed, tilting her head toward him and raising one eyebrow as she questioned, "Herd of elephants? That’s rather harsh to say about them, isn’t it?"[/color][/blockquote]

tag;;: Devlin
word count;; Something?
muse;; Thriving~
notes;; Getting back into the swing of things! c:[/size][/blockquote]

[devlin ambrose alastair;]

Devlin was not kind. He never even thought of himself as kind. When he was younger in grade school when people were asked to describe their classmates he was always the kid who ran the fastest or the guy who could do backflips. Never once was he said to be kind. Yes, he did help Rayni, no it was not for her sake. If he woke up for some other unexplainable reason and saw her running by, he would have not saved her. She could have been mauled while he was peacefully sleeping in a cardboard box for all he cared. Every single time he 'helped' someone out it was actually for his own benefit. It was because he was a bastard and he knew it.

 More then once has he been called cruel words, his parents, old classmates, and people who he knew seem to enjoy reminding him of what he was and worse. The words didn't affect him anymore, if they wanted to play with words, so be it he'll make them cry. He shunned himself from society, and only talked when spoken too or to make a blunt statement. His insults were always truthful, at least in his standards and in his eyes. Life is one of the cruelest things out there, you just had to learn how to survive. 

"Ah, so unlike everyone else you actually became pretty damn successful. I mean look, you have a decent job," Devlin said, looking up into the night sky, hand reaching forward to pluck a star from the heavens. 

In the neighborhood they lived in you could see someone that was in the same class as you working as a cashier the next day. They just dropped out that quickly. There were also the people who took jobs such as dealers or whores, but it was considered easy money. Devlin never gave a shit about them though; if they were to get shot or became a copy-cat Jack the Ripper victim, well sucks for them. Band, wait don't tell me, he thought, silently cursing. He had an idea of where and what the school is called. The school for talents of course. "Mechanics? Eh, even if you wanted to do it since you were young, isn't it a boy job?" Devlin knew what could set her off, he had been teasing her about it for years and atleast he actually cared enough to remember the facts. 

"I'm in a band because Elliot being the dumbass he was said I need to take more interests in things or something. So I picked up bass to get him to shutu up," Devlin answered bluntly, wondering if she was actually smart enough to put one and one together. 

He wasn't at all fazed when he heard her sit onto the fire escape. This reminded him of old times, all the running they had to do. They probably did do a few illegal things, then again everyone does.  "Harsh? I didn't think so, I could have said they were a load of fat asses that needed to lose weight. For god sakes you could feel them running before you could see them. With their sorry excuse of running I could have been stuck there for hours before in could get back to sleep." 

Devlin's regular speech was full of petty or childish insults, that were quite light. It was how he naturally said things. There was usually an insult layered between words. He turned onto his side and pillowed his head on his arm, "They could have at least more then 50 feet per a hour"

[rayne adelaide weicht-romanov;]

Watching him with a bored gaze, Rayni realized that Devlin had not changed much in the several years they had been apart. He was still blunt and cruel and self-serving. He was everything that people hated. On more than one occasion, she had considered telling him that she hated him to his very core to see if she would get some sort of reaction. But she always knew that she wouldn’t. She was mature enough in this day and age to know that doing petty things wouldn’t get her a confirmation that he cared for her. Perhaps she’d get a rise if it were someone else but not Devlin Alastair. He wasn’t that sentimental sort of guy. Nevertheless, there was no point in sobbing over a fact. It was unchangeable, and shedding a few tears wouldn’t change the reality of it. It would be a waste of words and tears and energy. He wasn’t worth any of that.

At the same time, it wasn’t as if she really held him accountable for his cold, uncaring behaviour. A hard lifestyle as a kid had a tendency of messing up the kid’s personality when he or she grew up, and she was proof enough of that. How often did normal kids grow up thinking that they wanted to put their lives on the line for stupid things? As an adrenaline junkie, she liked to piss off dangerous people and do hazardous things. In fact, that was how she and Devlin became friends. Well, that combined with the fact that they both enjoyed annoying the people around them with stupid pranks.

"Ah, so unlike everyone else, you actually became pretty damn successful. I mean look, you have a decent job."

She shrugged, not really wanting to reply. She didn’t have any particularly bad memories of the old school they had gone to, but it was always such a shame to acknowledge the gradual regression of the newest generations with how so many youngsters were now working dead-end jobs at fast-food joints. It wasn’t as if she really should have been talking though. She was a part of that ruined generation. The sound of graduating high school glorified her more than she deserved; had it not been for the fact her school had been willing to accept her for her mechanics skills rather than her grades, she never would have made it into such a prestigious school. A large part of her passable grades were due to the fact that she excelled in her hobbies, whereas a regular high school would not have taken her talents into consideration when it failed her for her predictable pattern of below-the-average grades. Nevertheless, at least she was finally done with all that trouble.

"Mechanics? Eh, even if you wanted to do it since you were young, isn't it a boy job?"

Twisting her lips into a frown, Rayni also recalled the fact that Devlin had a habit of pushing her buttons and irking her for amusement. She knew that he was simply teasing, as he constantly did when they were younger, but she also knew that he was perfectly aware of the fact that she didn’t take well to being told that her preferable career choice was for boys. She wasn’t a raging feminist by any means, but she did like to think that if a person was good at something, then gender didn’t really matter. But this was their first meeting in such a long time, and she didn’t want to ruin it by giving him an angry smack over the head.

Besides, she couldn’t be bothered to shift from her sitting position to reprimand him. Instead, she simply rolled her eyes before replying, "You always say that, and you know what the answer is. If I’m good at it, then why not do it? I’m not going to give up a hobby just because people think I should be a prissy, girly bitch instead of getting down and dirty."

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"I'm in a band because Elliot being the dumbass he was said I need to take more interests in things or something. So I picked up bass to get him to shut up."

This little bit of knowledge was a bit of a pleasant surprise. It wasn’t as if Rayni considered him talentless, but she always predicted that he would wind up as some sort of deadbeat, mooching away on his brother. He lacked ambition and rarely exerted effort into anything, therefore everything was but a troublesome task, so why continue something troublesome if quitting was the easier and more convenient option? But instead he had actually dragged himself into joining a band. She supposed she was sort of proud of him, even though it wasn’t her place to feel that way. It didn’t matter how she felt though. She wouldn’t congratulate him on making it this far, nor would she indirectly insult him by musing aloud that she was amazed that he managed to to something with his life.

"Harsh? I didn't think so. I could have said they were a load of fat asses that needed to lose weight. For God’s sake you could feel them running before you could see them. With their sorry excuse of running I could have been stuck there for hours before in could get back to sleep. They could have at least more than fifty feet per hour."

Rayni chuckled lightly, still amused by his insults. When they were directed at others, they were humorous, but when they were directed at her, they were exasperating. It was a bit of an exaggeration to say such things about her chasers, but she was pleased as long as she was not the object of his disdain and antagonism. Lips still curved in a smile, she commented, "You haven’t changed at all since we parted ways, have you?"[/color] [/blockquote]

tag;;: Devlin
word count;; Ehh, 900 something.
muse;; Thriving~
notes;; I have so much to respond to! xD[/size][/blockquote]

[devlin ambrose alastair;]

It could have nostalgic moment, past friends reuniting after so many years if it came out from a cheesy romantic movie and if he actually gave a crap. He abhorred his childhood which, in his opinion, was filled with pure and utter pointless shit. Therefore, he pushed all the memories into the recesses of his mind. People have assumed it was to block out any childhood trauma that he had may and surely received when living with an addict dad and a drunkard mom, but Devlin would say otherwise. He simply disliked living in the past. His childhood was amusing though, filled with other people's suffering from pranks.

"I swear if his head wasn't glued onto his neck, he would lose it from being a nag. I'm sure he's just an oddity and doesn't need his brain to live since he's obviously still breathing right now," Devlin said mostly to himself. He wasn't on the greatest terms with his brother. Well, it was more like Devlin who never put enough effort into the relationship and described his brother as a 'fucked-up man whore.' Though he had to admit he didn't completely hate him.

"You always say that, and you know what the answer is. If I’m good at it, then why not do it? I’m not going to give up a hobby just because people think I should be a prissy, girly bitch instead of getting down and dirty."

"You know, that made you sound like you were a whore," he said referring to the down and dirty part. He wondered if he still had the skills to tick her off like there was no tomorrow. He then thought if she decided to waste enough effort to push him off the fire escape it would mean a broken wrist which would mean no bass. That would be quite a predicament since he absolutely refuses to ask his brother for money. It would mean Devlin owed his brother a favor, and he didn't want that to happen. He tried to avoid contact with his brother at all cost and his efforts weren't going to let out now.

"You haven’t changed at all since we parted ways, have you?"

Devlin raised a brow at this, "Oh? What makes you say that? I have to say you never really changed either." He knew he never really changed except for the fact that he hit puberty and grew taller. He had the same attitude, the same like for street racing, and the same insults spewing out of his mouth, all and all after all these years he was still Devlin.

[rayne adelaide weicht-romanov;]

Not to be harsh, but Rayni honestly wouldn’t have cared if she never saw Devlin ever again. It was nice to see him again, but it didn’t make butterflies flutter in her stomach, and she didn’t feel the overwhelming urge to tackle him in an affectionate hug. It was just like old times again. They had never been very touchy-feely over overly emotional with one another, and the tough love sort of relationship that they had was comfortable and familiar. Maybe others thrived on being close and personal, sharing everything they could and swapping secrets, but that simply wasn’t how Rayni and Devlin functioned. They knew all they needed to know about one another, not because they shared secrets to create bond, but simply because their deadpanned personalities didn’t believe in the idea of being private and sensitive over simple facts of life. It could be perceived as a cold friendship to some, but if that’s how they liked to interact, then what did other opinions matter?

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “I feel bad for your brother. He cares about you so much, but you hardly give a shit about him. He nags, but he cares. You’d probably be screwed over without him.” Technically, she knew that deep down somewhere in Devlin’s heart, he at least liked his brother. Personally, she didn’t know the older Alastair boy very well, but she couldn’t really imagine that even Devlin would be heartless enough to loathe the man who took care of him. He lacked the work ethic to ever really make anything of himself, and she doubted he would ever make his way to a job. He would probably end up being homeless, seeking shelter in a cardboard box that was several times too small.

Sending him a slight care, she scoffed lightly. He always had a way of striking at her nerves until she felt the desire to really hurt him. However, Rayni wasn’t in the mood to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was still an irksome thorn in her side. Opting with an easier solution, she held up her hand and flipped him off, nonchalantly replying, “Fuck off. You know what I mean. And if you didn’t, you’re dumber than you were the last time we spoke.” She suspected that if he made any more remarks, she might just shove him off the fire escape. Chances were he’d likely suffer quite some damage from the fall, but she wouldn’t take responsibility for it. No one told him to pick a fight with her.

It was touché that Devlin brought up that she hadn’t changed much either. Admittedly, it was true, but she didn’t really care. Change wasn’t something that ever meant much to her, and she was comfortable in her own skin anyway. That didn’t mean she was brimming with an ego, but she didn’t particularly feel concerned about what people thought of her either. “Because it’s true. And I never said that I changed. I’m pretty damn amazing already. Can’t get much better than that.” Obviously, confidence wasn’t something she was really lacking in.

tag;;: Devlin
word count;; 519
muse;; Derpaderpderp
notes;; Yo necesito dormir.