[Closed]King of Crazy

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stared at her as she wrapped his arms, watching the blood seeping through curiously until she returned. He looked over his shoulder at her, then back down at his arms once more.

He bit his lip. "Can you do it..?" He mumbled voice hushed. He gazed back up at her, baby blue eyes almost a silver in color as he searched her face, head tilting some, eyes wary but expressionless.
He chewed at one of the piercings on his lip, the taste of blood still lingering satisfyingly in his mouth.

[dallas emery atkins]

"I don't think that'll do much good. We'd just be using all the gauze." She walked back into the laundry room, grabbing a couple of towels. She pulled him gently to the couch, then pulled his arms into her lap, wrapping the towels gently around them. She held them there, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding. She doubled the towels over, holding them there again.

"It's gonna be okay.." She told him, looking up at him with pale brown eyes. She smiled a bit, then looked back down at his arms, satisfied they hadn't bled through the towels yet. She continued to hold them there, careful to keep his arms propped up on her legs. "When my brother gets home, he can fix you right up. He's just working late. She fixed the clip in her hair quickly, not doing much good; a few blonde strands fell out of it, framing her face and falling down her back.

[devon splyce parker]

"Okay.." He murmured under his breath. He wasn't always so soft spoken. He had a nasty bone in his body just like his older brother. Gazing around the house, he took in surroundings and obstacles, escapes, windows. The placement of things, possible problems. He had no intentions of killing this girl, he wasn't hungry for that right now, seeing as he had just eaten.

Eyes turned back to his arms in her laps for a moment, somewhat disappointed that he could no longer see the blood there, no longer read the words.

[dallas emery atkins]

She guessed he must have stopped bleeding, and sat his arms in his lap. "Don't take them off.." She said, then walked over to the croc pot. She poked it with a fork, then turned it off, setting the lid aside. She grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, and put some in a bowl for him. She grabbed a fork, then walked back over to the couch. She stirred it around, trying to get it to cool off without blowing on it. 'I don't want your cooties on my food' Duskin had always teased.

She sat next to him, folding her legs together. She sat the bowl in her lap, then held the fork out for him. "I'll feed you. I don't mind." She said, not wanting him to move his arms.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon scowled faintly as she returned with the food and offered to feed him. "I'm not a little kid," He snapped, voice softening again. "I can do it myself..." The words were insistent, annoyed. But he fell quiet again, and despite her telling him not to move his arms, he took the bowl and fork.

Bloodshot eyes were returning to normal again, taking on his full human form. But something about him was still off, still different. It always had been. He was always the one to have rumors focused on him. Always the one considered crazy, had even been locked up before. But Dylan had gotten him out... dylan..his brother, his biggest enemy.

[drucilla]

Dru walked up the steps of the house, and walked in on her sister and some guy on the couch. She saw him snatch the bowl away, and Dallas shrink back, curling up into a ball. She closed the door, dropping her things beside the door.

"Oh. So you bring hot guys home and just feed them like they're a baby or something? You really did get the dumb end of the stick." She said.

"He was-" Dallas started, but Dru just threw her keys at her. Dallas ducked, but not before the keys hit her in the side of the head. She watched her sister put the keys on the coffee table, holding her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Grow up, Dallas. Really." She said, grabbing a muffin out of the bread box. She walked upstairs, leaving her sister to cry on the couch, bleeding from the side of her head.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stared at the twin that walked into the house, working his jaw as he watched their interaction blankly, barely seemed phased by either of them. Even as the girl beside him began to cry, he simply finished off the bowl of food and set it on the table there, glancing over a t her silently. Maybe with some mental help, or someone he was close to, he would have cared. But he didn't know her, and honestly wasn't even sure why he had taken up her offer. On a different occasion he would have torn the other to shreds. But neither of them had him holding any interest.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas didn't expect help from him, and wished her brother was home. He wouldn't have tolerated it. She rubbed her arms, seeing the faint trace of burns there. She took his bowl and carried it to the kitchen. Blood dripped from her head onto her shirt, and she touched her head, realizing one of the keys must have punctured the skin. Or that horrible Satan's star her sister kept on her key ring. She pulled her hand away, rinsing it in the sink. She figured eventually it would start to heal up. She walked over to the rocking chair, not wanting to get blood on the sofa.

"My brother will be home soon.." She said quietly, rocking slowly in the chair.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon just glanced over at her quietly, rubbing a thumb over the gauze on his arm, wondering curiously what her brother would think upon seeing him, what he would do if he knew his sister had let such a creature into their home.

He smirked faintly to himself at the thought before brushing a finger beneath his eye, tedious with the eyeliner there.
He eyed the blank tv when he heard distant sirens, wondered if the mother had gone to look for her child or not....wondered when they would find him in the park dumpster and what they would assume happened to him. He honestly found it amusing, enjoyed seeing the bodies of his victims, no matter how sick that may be.

[duskin]

Duskin walked in the house, and saw the boy on the couch. He assumed it was someone Dru had invited in, and closed the door. He looked over and saw Dallas rocking slowly on the rocking chair, blood staining her blonde hair.

"Dallas? What did you do?" He asked her, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Nothing.. Can you fix him, Dusk? Please? He got hurt.." She said quietly, her eyes not leaving her lap. Duskin noticed blood had began to drip down her jaw, dropping into her skirt. He sighed, knowing she wouldn't let her fix him until the boy was okay. He walked upstairs, grabbed a sewing kit, surgical sissors, and gauze. He walked back downstairs, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

"Ever had stitches before?" He asked, starting to cut off the towel and gauze.