[OPEN] we can't all live forever.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

The swing chains creaked softly, creating a gradual rythm in her ears as Zoey gazed around the currently deserted park. She had turned down the devil's demands last night, had stayed home instead of doing as he wished and selling herself on the streets. She didn't want the money, didn't want the pain and guilt.

Staring down at her shoes, she played with the back of one of the piercings in her cheek, kicking her feet as she simply sat and thought. About Tony and Britton and..life. What she had done to deserve a mess of one like this, why she had been stupid enough, begging her brother be able to get his wings even after suicide...and in turn, getting screwed over with near deadly rape, prostitution, and a dying boyfriend.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc had managed to keep from feeding, remembering how upset Tony was about it. He wasn't sure his stomach could growl any louder, or hurt any worse. He pushed the earphone further into his ear, listening to the song he was trying to learn. He wandered down the walk way of the park, grateful that there was no one there. He wasn't sure he could resist a human.

He saw Zoey on one of the swings and pulled one of his earphones out of his ear. His stomach growled in complaint and he just gritted his teeth. "I'd sit with you but I'm pretty sure I'd break the swing." He said with a smile, enough to make anyone's heart stop. He sat down next to the swing, looking up at her.

"Don't think so hard. You've got smoke coming out your ears, Zoe." He said, reaching up to rub his nose.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled at him as he approached, shook her head stubbornly. "Do not," She mumbled in complaint. She knew Tony was busy tonight, helping with the models or something.

Playing absently with a snakebite in her lip, she sighed. "Just thinking about what I'm gonna do with myself...fucking Satan is playing with my head, I told him I wouldn't go out on the streets...but now it's not just Tony or myself threatened, but Britton too..."

She let ot a slow breath. "I'm not even allowed to tell him that's why I do it...he just thinks I sleep around just cos.." She shook her head, looking to change the subject.

"You look starved...can't you like, find someone at the hospital to order preserved blood or something? It would be donated, you wouldn't be killing anybody..." She knew he couldn't help it, but Tony being who he was was bothered enough, and she guessed that was the reason Marc hadn't fed.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I doubt Britt thinks that. He knows what you are. Do you think he kills just cause? No. You know he's forced to do it. Which makes what you do like, ten times worse. But he's in Boston anyways." He shrugged, had wanted to book a tattoo but they said he wad out.

"Ugh, no. It's bad enough Tony's pissed." He pulled up a blade of grass and started tearing it apart. "The last football game at the school is tonight if you wanna go. I've been craving nachos anyways." He smiled a bit. It wasn't nachos he wanted, but nachos would do. Maybe it would keep his stomach from growling. Granted he didn't throw it up like everything else he ate that wasn't meat.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey frowned. "Yeah I guess..." she sighed softly. "He just needs to hurry and get back." Rubbing self consciously at her arm, she glanced over at him, green, brown-flecked eyes reflecting her slight smile in response. "Sure, if you wanna. I don't understand football though. Just pretend I do so Tyler doesn't keep bothering me about learning."

She smirked faintly, stretching to drag her toes on the ground and stop the swing. "I'm too short.." She huffed as she got off.

[marcus owen foster]

"It's not hard. I played on the defensive line. But I'm massive, too." He shrugged, pulling himself to his feet. "It's a lot more difficult playing it than it is to watch."

He smiled at her comment, reaching over to squeeze her hip. "Britt always liked little girls." He teased. Going to school with him, he had known him. And Dylan and Mat. They weren't exactly friends, but Mat and Britt went to the games sometimes. "I actually don't think Britt liked anyone. He's always been like, asexual." He put his hands into his pockets, looking down at his feet.

"Sometimes being small is a lot better than being tall. Not everyone notices you." He said, looking over at her.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey stuck her tongue out at him. "Yeah? That's cool.." She glanced up as he mentioned Britton. "Really? Huh..." Kicking at a few woodchips, the laced her hands together behind her back. "People notice me," She mumbled. "I'm the girl with a missing army dad, I'm the whore that everybody knows. " She shrugged. "If you're gonna use your size, your attitude is supposed to match it."

Stretching a bit, she looked around the darkening park. "It's so quiet here..." She murmured, spotting somebody slinking quietly over the field, arms crossed over their chest. She didn't recognize it as Devon right away.

[marcus owen foster]

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging him gently. He rubbed her arm gently, then let her go. "And I'm a queer who's dad beat him and who's mom died. But everyone knows me as the guy who has the pretty smile and tends bar at the club. No one knows I'm falling madly in love with an angel, who happens to be mad at me. That my dad said I was fucking crazy, and had Deacon on my ass. The fact is, no one really cares. You just have to worry about who cares. And no one else matters." He smiled over at her.

"Britt loves you. He doesn't think any less of you, I promise. I'm sure it just hurts him, knowing you're forced to do things that should be between you two, and not you and some random guy on the street." He rubbed her back gently, hoping to make her feel better.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Guess you're right," She breathed, patting his side gently. "For the record, it isn't you Tony's mad at. It's August, and he keeps blaming himself for not being there." She shook her head. "You know...the only reason he makes me sell myself is cos I got raped a few months ago by my ex..." She swallowed. "I'm afraid of that shit, that's why he does it."

[marcus owen foster]

"The feeling is mutual. I can't keep him from the prick hurting him at school. And it's really starting to get on my nerves. Knowing you're supposed to keep someone safe and you can't.." He kicked a rock, watching it skip across the walk way.

"So.. fuck him over then. Stop being scared. My mom always told me, that if you laugh at something, it can't hurt you. Because you're showing it you aren't afraid. Laughing at my dad just got me stabbed with a broken bottle but I stopped being afraid of him." He shrugged. "Why be scared when you know Britt's gonna keep you safe?"