Fall Into The Ocean [DAN]

[caleb andrew winston]

Water was wonderful. It had so many brilliant uses, and yet, some people didn't like it. That, more than anything, baffled me. Who could possibly hate water? It gave life, for God's sake! We would all be deady-dead-dead without water. It could have just been my inner canine speaking to me, but water was really the best thing in the world. I loved it, had always loved it and would always love it, no matter what. Even if I drowned in that time, my spirit would still haunt beaches and piers just like the one I was currently hanging off the end of.

Oh. That? Don't worry, there's no need to be scared that I was drowning, or anything, because I was't. In fact, I wasn't even in contact with the water. I was lying on the end of the pier, letting my top half hang off of the end so that I was upside down. I liked being upside down. It was weird, but amazing too. It felt so good. Giddy, like I'd been inhaling helium. It came without the voice, though, which was slightly less fun. Oh, well. This was a close second. I could live with it, for now. It was nice to watch the sun set, casting a soft, orange light across the silver waters, streaking red across the downcast sky.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Danyul!
Notes: ...I don't even know. xD
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[daniel alec tatham]

Dan had no real reason to be out walking, but it was a nice enough evening-not too hot, not too cold- and he didn't want to be cooped up forever. He needed to stretch his legs otherwise he'd go even more insane. But then, was that actually even possible?

Mainly due to the fact that he was still fairly new around Northvale, Daniel hadn't actually made a walking route yet. Yes, he made a route for walking on, and yes, he was aware that most walkers probably didn't do that, but he didn't really care. So at the moment, he was experimenting with different paths, just to see what he liked the best. Today, he'd come out by the pier; he wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to do that, but he wasn't complaining. The werewolf rather liked the sea. Like, he wasn't madly in love with it or anything, but it was pretty and sparkly and stuff, especially when the sun was rising or setting, as it was now.

Being distracted by the prettiness of the sea, it took Daniel a while to see the guy hanging off the end of the pier. At first, he had absolutely no idea to react; his first instinct was to run over and pull him back onto the pier, but the likelihood was that he didn't know this person and even if he did, that would still be a really weird thing to do. So he didn't do that. Instead, he edged forward slowly, just to check this guy was okay and wasn't dying or anything.

Dan's expert analysis of The Pier Guy seemed to suggest that he wasn't in any immediate danger, but the teen felt obliged to check. Standing next to the guy, Daniel looked down on him in the least creepy way possible "...You okay there?" The young man was rather proud of himself because he'd managed to get through a sentence without stammering or anything.

Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: -
Tagged: Caleb~
Credit: Connie :3

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[caleb andrew winston]

I hadn't really done this for a while, and I remembered why. Staying still for such a long time drove me crazy. And don't tell me that I could just move, because no, I really couldn't. Not unless I wanted to meet a watery end, that is. Well, maybe not an end, but I didn't really want to get my clothes wet. Especially not my shirt. I chuckled, tugging at the dark blue material fondly. I loved this shirt. Hardly ever wore it... but there was a reason? Okay, maybe not. I think it was because of all the other stupid T shirts I owned and loved just as much. Hardly any of them made it out of the wardrobe more than once a fortnight.

Of course, none of what I just said matters at all. What does matter, though, is the fact that I almost did fall into the waters below me as a voice sounded almost out of nowhere. That was odd, because, what with all of my enhanced senses and crap, I should have been able to hear (or smell, for that matter) a person coming. I didn't know what it was; maybe it was the fact that I was lost in my own little world, that I just didn't pay attention to those things anymore anyway seeing as I was used to them now. It'd been a little less than two years, for god's sake. I was supposed to be used to them. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that the arrival of the person made me jump out of my skin.

Once I got out of my state of "holygodIamgoingtodieatthehandsofastranger", though, it was all okay. I peered up at the guy with my wide, brown eyes, arching an eyebrow the tiniest bit. It was nice of him to ask. A little part of me wondered why, but come on. I was laid over the end of a pier. Maybe he thought I was a dead body, which, judging by some of the crazy shit that went down in this city, was a perfectly reasonable thought to think. Lucky thing I wasn't dead, then, wasn't it? Yes. I thought so too.

"Yuuuuss~" I said with a slight chuckle, stringing out the word as I flashed him my signature grin. "What about you? You okay there?" My mum had taught me my manners well. It was all fine and dandy to be asked how you were doing, but not returning the question was rude. And, although I could be pretty rude at times, I wasn't quite that much of a twat. At least, I hoped I wasn't. That was bad. Being a twat was bad.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Danyul!
Notes: ...I don't even know. xD
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[daniel alec tatham]

It hadn't really occurred to Daniel that talking to someone half-hanging over a pier wasn't going to be a good idea. When he saw the guy wobble a bit, obviously a little shaken out of his concentration bubble or whatever gave him the ability to lie like that, he thought he'd have to go into save-the-stranger mode- but he was glad that he didn't have to. Because that would be weird, really. Once the guy had stopped wobbling and had regained his posture, the teen visibly relaxed, and hoped it wasn't too curious that he was this concerned about someone he'd never met before.

Once Dan was positive that the guy wasn't about to die or anything, he calmed down a lot. "Well, that's good, then." The guy seemed fine to just throw a grin out there, which was a bit strange for the nineteen-year-old- but then he'd always been a bit stingy with smiles and maybe normal people did smile at people they'd first seen less than five minutes before. He supposed it was one of those mysteries of life that he'd never know the answer to.

"Me? Yeah, I'm... okay." Daniel was a little surprised that the guy had bothered to ask whether he was okay; yeah, it was only basic manners, but most teenagers didn't bother with etiquette or whatever, and it made him instantly warm to this random bloke. In fact, he tried out a smile himself: yeah, it was only a little one, but better than nothing. And he didn't want to come across as some cold-hearted dude that didn't have the ability to smile.

There were a lot of questions left unanswered about this guy. "So... why you down there, anyway?" He was allowed to ask that, right? That wasn't a creepy stalker question? Because Dan really didn't want to seem like some sort of creepy stalker, and definitely not a cold-hearted one.

Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: -
Tagged: Caleb~
Credit: Connie :3

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[caleb andrew winston]

I found this a lot funnier than I probably should have. I have never even seen, let alone met, this guy before in my life, so I found it kind of sweet that he would come check up on me. I couldn't help but wonder who he was, though. He most definitely didn't go to the academy - I would've seen him around, despite the fact that I hadn't been there long anyway. He just... didn't have the same vibe as any of the students, so logic said that he wasn't a student. Well, one sniff told me that he was another wolf, which made me happy... but I wanted to know more. Just his race wasn't enough for me.

I swung my body upwards, sitting up properly. "'Tiiiiissss good!" I agreed, with a light snicker and a flap of my hand. "Goodness is gooood!" It really was good that I was okay and not in those moods that I got where I just wanted to set things alight. Or else this meeting would have gone extremely differently. I wouldn't have been nearly so friendly, at the very least offending this poor guy. At the worst... well. It just wouldn't have gone well. So me being good was good. Really good.

It was also really good that nameless-wolf-man-guy was also good. We were both good! This would make things easier, conversation-wise. At least it was fairly amicable at the moment. I flashed him a warm grin, before gesturing a little vaguely. "See! Goodness is good!" I repeated, proud of my obvious correctness. "It's nice that you're good too." I may not have ever met this guy before, but I knew how to be nice. Ad not twatty. Because twattiness was horrible. I didn't like people who were mean, because there was just no point in it.

I laughed, actually laughed out loud, when the boy asked me why I had been lying at the end of the pier. Who said I needed a reason? Spontaneity was so much more fun than being predictable and having reasons for doing weird things. I was so, so horribly tempted to say something like "Just because YOLO", but then I would have had to kill myself. So instead, I blinked up at the older wolf with big, happy brown eyes and merely said "Why? Well, Why not?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Danyul!
Notes: ...I don't even know. xD
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[daniel alec tatham]

Daniel was seriously wondering if this guy was actually okay. When he started flapping his hands everywhere and exclaiming how great goodness was... well, he found that a little bit concerning, to say the least. Oh, and there was another grin; smiling this much at a random guy surely couldn't be normal. There was something in this guy's hyperactive mood, though, that Dan could link with. He'd had extremely good moods himself from time to time, and he could understand them. For him, the lows that came afterward were basically hell, but he was more stable now than he had been in a long time. That was good.

The teen wasn't sure if this dude was always hyper or whether this was just a... thing, but he somehow doubted it could be permanent. Even if he didn't have the same thing that Dan had (which would have been a pretty big coincendence and highly unlikely), no-one could be this happy all the time. They just couldn't. It wouldn't be normal.

Despite the other teen's hand-flailing and sentences that were slightly out of the ordinary, he was trying to be nice. Daniel could see that much, and he appreciated it; there were very few people in this town that wouldn't be completely horrible to him. At least that was what he presumed: he hadn't exactly been around for long, but it seemed like that sort of place. The werewolf didn't want to seem like a complete and utter jerk, so he smiled hesitantly. "..'Tis good? Yeah, I guess." Okay, so maybe Daniel really needed to work on the conversational skills, but the fact he was talking to someone new was a start.

God, now this guy was laughing. Actual laughing, like hahahah laughing. What a strange guy. Now that Daniel actually thought about it, he had no clue who this dude was; just some nameless teenager he'd probably have walked straight past on any other occasion. His nose was telling him that the guy was a werewolf, but then his sense of smell hadn't ever been that trustworthy, so he didn't really know. It'd make him quite happy if he'd found another werewolf though- he doubted there could be thatmany dotted around.

Dan wasn't sure if the guy's question was rhetorical or not, but he answered it anyway. "Well, I guess there's no reason not to. But is it really all that safe? I mean... what if you'd fallen in when you were lying there?" He was allowed to ask, right? No harm in that.

Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: -
Tagged: Caleb~
Credit: Connie :3

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[caleb andrew winston]

A dictionary definition of the word "danger" is "A source or an instance of risk or peril." But, you see, that definition is actually incorrect, as most definitions of most words are. Danger isn't real. Danger doesn't exist. No, not really. Danger is just what we, as living entities, perceive to keep us safe from harm. And, therefore, seeing as it's something that we imagine, it can't be real. And so, if danger doesn't exist, how can safety? It can't. It's just a nice little idea that we hide behind. But, either way, neither of them exist. So what was the point in living 'safely'? There wasn't one. At least, I didn't think so. Besides, I was a lot harder to kill than I had been before all this happened.

So, the answer to the other wolf's question was most definitely a yes. It really was all that safe. Well, it was for someone like me. I'd taken all the crazy risks before, several that were much worse than simply lying half on and half off the end of a pier. Besides, it wasn't as if I couldn't swim. I wouldn't have drowned or anything. However, it was nice of him to show concern for me, a complete stranger. I couldn't deny that; I didn't really have it in me to do so, anyways. Even if it did kind of feel like a bit of lecture. ... Okay, it didn't really. That was just me being a little melodramatic.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked him, crossing my legs so that I was sitting more comfortably. I smiled up at him, not even waiting for an answer to my question. "I don't really believe in danger." As strange and "oh-god-what-the-holy-fuck-is-this-guy-on" as that probably sounded to him. Oh, well, there wasn't any point in behaving differently around new people. I wanted to be sure who could handle me and who couldn't. And the only way to do that was be me. Those who didn't like it could just get out.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Danyul!
Notes: omfg I'm sorry this was so delayed x__x
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade

[daniel alec tatham]

Daniel had to admire this guy. He was prepared to go around hanging off piers, no matter how dangerous it was- and it was dangerous, no matter how you looked at it. Not only that, but he was just there, smiling at complete strangers and being really nice. Dan actually thought this guy was really awesome, but he'd never tell him that; it would make him seem like some creepy stalker dude, and he really didn't want to appear like one of them.

And now this guy didn't believe in danger? That was pretty amazing. After everything the nineteen-year-old had been through, all those extremely dangerous situations he hadn't been able to get himself out of... well, it led to a hatred of danger. Because how could anyone that had been in as much trouble as him in the past honestly like danger? In fact, it was more than simply a hate: the feeling was closer to a fear of danger, being dangerous. Still, at least all that was behind him now- he hoped, anyway. Realising that he'd actually forgotten to say anything during his contemplation, he stammered out a small "Oh" that did nothing to describe what he actually thought. Daniel wasn't about start following this guy everywhere in his admiration, but he was pretty awesome. "I wish I didn't have to believe in it."

Very aware of the fact that he probably looked extremely pitiful, the werewolf felt the need to change the subject just a little. "Well, I'm Dan. Nice to meetcha."

Outfit: Clicky!
Notes: -
Tagged: Caleb~
Credit: Connie :3

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[caleb andrew winston]

The belief in danger is a common misconception, made by many people. The philosophy that danger isn't real helped me trough a lot of bad points in my life, opening up opportunities that I wouldn't have had, had I been one of those people that were almost obsessive about health and safety. Sure, my disregard for rules and safety had landed me in a boarding school for supernatural freaks, but it'd also opened up the opportunity for me to make new friends and do new things. So, overall, it wasn't really that bad, despite causing the one thing that I hated most about myself. Danger wasn't real, meaning that I was not dangerous.

However, there were just some times for other people that meant that they were forced to believe in danger where it got to the point that danger couldn't be ignored anymore. For example, bungee jumping is a sport that comes with several risks. However, it is, in the main, a safe yet exhilarating thing to do. When you remove the ropes and the equipment, though, you're freefalling. And freefalling, depending on the distance, was so incredibly dangerous. Unless, y'know, you were a faerie or a bird, or something with the ability to fly. Even I couldn't deny that, no matter how much I wanted to.

So, to some extent, I did understand what the elder boy meat when he said that he wished he didn't have to believe in danger. I gave him a half-grin, hopefully encouragingly. "Y'know, sometimes it's good to." I said cheerfully. "I just don't because I'm a bit of a reckless twat." I underscored that last sentence with a laugh. It was the truth, really. If I wasn't a reckless twat, then I wouldn't have been sat down on that pier, talking with a complete stranger about the existence of danger. It still didn't exist for the most part, though. It was still just a work of the imagination, no matter how a person looked at it.

My grin widened into a proper, warm smile as the boy introduced himself as Dan. Surprisingly I had't met a Dan before, despite the commonness of the name. It was a pretty widespread name, though I couldn't really talk, seeing as Caleb was too. I gave a little nod at him. "Nice to meet you too," I said, a little happy undertone to my voice. "It's Caleb. But, y'know, you can call me whatever it is you want to."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Danyul!
Notes: omfg I'm sorry this was so delayed x__x
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade