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Devan Miyamoto

A little more than your average juvenile delinquent.

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by Animality Opera

Description

DEVAN KOHAKU MIYAMOTO

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Nickname: N/A
Age: 19
Role: Assassin
Partner: Emilia Marlen


Appearance: Standing at 5'11" with a lean, lanky build, his lax movements can make for an elegant yet simultaneously choppy pattern of motion something between a zombie and a doll - with startling agility in a fight. His normal walking, however, is usually an arrogant, laid back strut akin to a punk who doesn't give a damn. Being of Japanese ethnicity, his skin is pale olive, with completely untapped potential for a nice tan. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black, and sometimes take on a crimson tint given the right lighting. His hair is dark auburn and straight, though frequently in a teased mess he styles with toothpaste and/or maple syrup. He's been poked fun at as being a "pretty boy", but he doesn't see it.
Devan is considerably scar-ridden between childhood abuse and fighting. He has four cigarette burns on his right arm and three on his left, along with a six-inch, somewhat oval-shaped burn scar across his upper left back around the shoulder blade. One four-inch scar lines his left side coming toward his front from a knife wound, and another slightly shorter one comes across his torso just under his ribs from where the same knife skimmed him. On the back of his right calf even rests a circular scar from a bullet wound.
Devan wears black slacks, a black blazer over a white dress shirt, and sneakers that were once gray-blue but have devolved into such a muddy brown color it's nearly impossible to determine what color they originally were.

Inhuman Abilities:
- Immunity to pain: Devan does not just have a high pain tolerance, he literally does not feel pain, anywhere. However, he does feel temperature, so a burn is probably the closest he gets to pain anymore. On one hand this can be an advantage because he can keep getting up in the midst of a fight like a zombie, but on other it also works as a disadvantage because he does not always recognize how serious a wound is, or sometimes will even forget about it. Regardless of not feeling pain, injuries still take effect on him; a bullet in the leg, for example, will damage the muscle there and steadily wear down his mobility, a hard hit to the head can daze him or knock him unconscious, or enough blood loss will make him dizzy and eventually knock him out cold, too.
- Agility: Devan has incredible speed, which frequently takes opponents off guard due to his often lazy demeanor. He can move nearly in the blink of an eye, his dodges making him into a ghost and his punches like the strike of a snake. However, this does not mean he's a good runner; though his legs are capable of carrying him about fast enough to disappear, he can only run that fast in the short term, and abusing it will wear him out quickly.

Theme Song: Cavalettas - The Mars Volta

Personality

Devan at first glance appears to be little more than a heartless, sadistic sociopath. He has a kind of addiction to killing, even going so far as to kill whatever animals he can get his hands on - slowly, if he's in the mood. He has somewhat of a fixation with blood; seeing so much as a small cut makes him want to rip it open. From time to time, Devan seems in some way troubled... He can occasionally be glimpsed looking lost in thought. He is not the most attentive young man, being rather easily distracted and somewhat lacking in listening skills. The only thing that can consistently hold his attention is blood, conflict, violence, etc. Devan speaks so little he might as well be mute; even he isn't quite sure as to the reason why, or if he is he doesn't like to acknowledge it.



He has a phobia of cats; upon sighting one his immediate reaction is to kill it at all costs, but if it seems too aggressive or if it simply unnerves him he'll be just as likely to run away from it rather than after it. Though perhaps not on the level of a phobia, he shows a certain discomfort in the presence of fire. Devan is also dyslexic enough that although reading is not impossible, it's often not worth the trouble for him. As might be expected of a sociopath, Devan has some mild social insecurities and gets anxious around crowds or sometimes even small groups of unfamiliar people.

Though he largely keeps his distance from the other Assassins and Tamers, he still considers them to be a kind of family, and will work to protect them occasionally. The only one he is at all truly attached to, however, is his own Tamer. Emilia seems to be the only one of the group with unending patience for him, and - contrary to the uncaring demeanor he puts off - it's not something he takes for granted. Though still a tentative attachment he often refuses to acknowledge, Devan is more protective of Emilia than he would ever be willing to admit.

Equipment

Weapons:
- Uzi 9mm submachine gun, by far his favorite weapon. Its rapid fire places less emphasis on aim, meaning as long as he points the gun in even just the vague direction of its target - or, as he likes to do, sweep an area with it - he's bound to make a few hits. The primary disadvantage to the firearm is that it requires frequent reloading; all the more considering Devan tends to overkill with it.
- Switchblade: Simple, portable, and incredibly effective when combined with Devan's speed, this is his second choice of weapon - or first if the situation calls for stealth. And unlike his Uzi, it doesn't need reloading.

History

Other: Even before he was kidnapped for experimentation, Devan had developed on his own into a killer. Raised in a poor suburb by an abusive father, he had killed animals and neighborhood pets since childhood without a second thought and without remorse. His fixation with blood has always been, and for that he had to be careful to avoid it most of the time, so much so that classmates at school had the idea he was squeamish. He was the ideal candidate for experimentation, considering he came with a pre-made drive to kill, his father couldn't care less about him, and most of those who knew him from school felt a little safer when he stopped showing up for class.

So begins...

Devan Miyamoto's Story

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On a mattress on the floor, a lanky form that barely fit on the twin-sized mattress lay curled beneath the black blazer serving as blanket. With his face buried under the makeshift covers, only Devan's mess of dark hair could be seen at the top of the jacket. His hair was teased wildly, its purposeful mess styled with toothpaste or maple syrup when available… and he slept on it as such, so that by morning - or afternoon, as was often the case with Devan - though his hair had flattened at strange angles, it was not much less unkempt.

Unlike many others of the group, Devan had no trouble with insomnia. He could fall asleep anytime he wanted, wherever he wanted; but that didn't mean he did. He often stayed up late into the night, typically until three, four, sometimes even five in the morning, either finding ways to entertain himself around the 'house', or, more frequently, venturing out to pick fights or kill stray animals. He would then sleep well past noon unless disturbed. He was a very light sleeper most of the time, but would occasionally allow himself to rest more deeply, usually only after the sun had risen. The youth was not entirely oblivious to his Tamer's creeping into his room after he had gone to bed; he had caught her some nights, but hadn't said anything - that is, hadn't protested or acknowledged her presence in any way. Devan never said anything.

Devan was deeply asleep enough that he did not detect Emilia's footsteps when she approached to check on him that morning. Only as the kitchen grew more crowded and noisy did he begin to stir - only to stretch, and then turn over to lie on his other side, still curled beneath his blazer. It was still too early for him to crawl out of bed on his own.

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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She watched Marx and smiled as he thanked her for the journal, he even seemed to smile himself if even for what seemed like less than a second. The gift seemed well received, she then left him to himself, hearing some of the others enter the room, one of them being Sergio with what seemed to be like food. Apparently, he had picked up what some of them requested from the grocery store - had she missed the moment this happened? She stood still as stone for a moment, her eyes glossy. Guilt washed upon her again, what she had taken would not even be of use. She wondered why no one took her reqursts, but no, it was okay, as long as Devan got what he needed. However, his taste in food was never really...food to begin with. "Good morning Sergio." she said softly, with just a hint of embarrassment. She felt quite stupid, not just stupid, she was tired, so tired. Emilia started walking shakily towards the table, Sergio seemed to have the fresh groceries that needed to be in the fridge - but she did find a mountain of candies. "Oh my." she said under her breath. She picked them up, making sure to hide them for a time, Devan wasn't going to live off of sugar.

When she took another look at Sergio, she realized how horrible he looked. Just as she was about to offer to help, Splinter had beat her to it. She was glad however, that someone had offered a helping hand. Emilia despite Sergio demanding everyone leave the room, was still determined to offer her help. "Is there anything that I can help with?" she asked, almost on her tiptoes. Emilia yawned, "How are you Splinter?" She asked, then getting a whiff of the cigarette smell coming off of her. "You know, that isn't good for you, you should stop." she was genuinely concerned about her health, and thought it would deteriorate if she continued, this went for Sergio as well. "Perhaps...we can try and help you somehow?" As the kitchen was then filled with more rustle and bustle, Emilia thought of Devan. "Call me if you need me okay?" she said, turning to get Devan's things on the table and walking down the hall. She first walked into her room, frowning at the mess which still lay there, and hid the candies within her pillow case. If she stressed anything, it was his health and well being. She kicked some of the cans of food under her bed, adding a few ows and ouches here and there, and then headed towards Devan's room.

Peaking inside, she slowly opened the door, and then closed it quietly. She made her way towards the edge of his bed and sat down upon it, "Goodmorning sunshine, time to get up." her voice was so soft, it might have been unable to be heard by most sleeping people. As she looked down at him, she noticed he had started to look blurry - everything started to look blurry. "Breakfast is on its way I believe." she continued. "I also think you requested some things, I'll give them to you after breakfast." Her eyes felt so heavy, it was like there were weights on them. She thought about how everyone gathered around the food Sergio bought, and how Splinter offered to help him. Her eyes started watering a little bit, she still couldn't get over what she did - she wished she could have been acknowledged..no she shouldn't have been. What she did was wrong, while he had used his money for actual groceries. She had to be sure and thank him when he was done cooking, this also reminded her that she wanted to help. She would make sure to help clean up best she could, he looked so worn out already. Her watery eyes then turned into tears. She wanted to help everyone, all the time. Why couldn't she? "Would you like...me to get you...to get you..." Emilia stood up, or tried to. Immediately she blacked out.

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By the time Emilia returned to Devan's room, the noise from the kitchen had roused him to drift in and out of a light sleep. When she spoke, he heard - but was too drowsy to pay any mind, and so did not move, giving no sign he was awake even as his tamer sat down beside him. Only at the mention of breakfast did his eyes finally blink open, albeit still reluctantly. His half-asleep gaze bore into the wall as opposed to meeting Emilia… but it drifted to her when she went quiet. Sorrow had crept into the girl's pale features. Devan stared, deadpan, as if watching some curious spectacle in a circus sideshow.

He watched as his tamer attempted to stand only to crumple onto the bed. At this Devan recoiled, moving with sudden wakefulness to crab-crawl a small distance so he was on one end of the bed and she was mostly on the other. He scrutinized her carefully as if waiting to see if she was faking it, and after a minute seemed to decide she wasn't. Cautiously, he sat up to lean forward and tap Emilia on the head a few times, but she did not stir. Devan frowned, sighing softly and scratching his head - taking a moment to tousle his hair in the process - before standing and striding out of the room.

He moved past those exiting the kitchen and the few remaining in the kitchen without sparing any of them glance, swiping up an egg he spotted waiting on a plate on the counter. In one fluid movement, the youth lifted the plate to his lips to dump the egg into his awaiting maw before setting the bare plate back on the counter, then making his way to Sergio. He snapped his fingers a couple of times in front of the man's face. It was not like Devan to be so outspoken - so to speak - and he certainly did not interrupt Sergio from anything unless it was important. It wasn't like him to be out of bed so early, either. With a vaguely urgent look in his dark eyes, he next snapped his fingers in the direction of his room, pointing there.

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Sergio had finished the eggs and had his arms raised and hands ready to open a pack of bacon when a hand extended before his face. The thumb and middle finger came together in a muted snap as Sergio’s brown eyes rolled down the length of the arm to meet the stoic face of Devan. Out of all the people in the kitchen, why did he have to come to him? Did he not see he was making breakfast? Perhaps, it was because he was the oldest…

Setting the bacon pack on the counter, Sergio closed his eyes and frowned as he took a long drag from his cigarette to finish it off. He tossed it into the sink as it rolled along the steel and uttered a hissy extinguish as it hit a wet spot. With a grey, irritable sigh, Sergio strode out of the kitchen and went to Devan’s room. He removed his headphones on the way over and wrapped them about his mp3 player. Upon entering Devan’s room, he noticed Emilia lying haphazardly across the floor. The tamer’s expression lightened from its dark irritation as he walked over to take a knee next to her body. The first thing he did was press two fingers to her neck to check and see if she had a pulse. He then pressed the back of his hand to her forehead to feel if she had a fever.

Well, she wasn’t dead. Sergio looked to Devan and told him, “Take her to her room. She just fainted.”

If Sergio had seen her behavior, then he might have assumed it was due to stress, but he had his perception focused on the kitchen and parts of the living room. The circumference of his mind’s eye hadn’t been that wide to reach the bedrooms. Since Devan was her assassin, it was his responsibility to care for his tamer.

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Devan followed after Sergio back to his room. He then watched the man carefully, like a student observing his teacher's every move. The youth frowned somewhat at Sergio's first test; he doubted Emilia was dead. Surely, he would have noticed if his tamer had died...? He was quick to not put any more thought to the notion as Sergio appeared to move on.

He stared blankly at the dark-haired tamer for almost a solid minute, as if he hadn't heard Sergio in the least... or maybe like the man's head had suddenly popped off, sprouted legs, and crawled away. Only when the tamer's words seemed to sink in did Devan's brows knit, and he shook his head dismissively. Why did he have to take her anywhere?
Because she was on his bed.
Why couldn't Sergio just wake her up?
Because if that was an option, he would have done it already.

A faint scowl crossed the youth's features. He didn't like touching people if it didn't involve hurting them. He cast a fleeting looking to Sergio as a last plea for anything else that could be done, but sighed defeatedly to kneel beside Emilia. He examined her doll-like form for a minute, possibly gauging how heavy she might be - which undoubtedly was not very heavy at all, thankfully for Devan, who was not especially gifted in the way of brute strength. After another moment's hesitation, he maneuvered to scoop up his tamer into his arms, then lifting back onto his feet with some effort. A vaguely unsettled expression hovered over his face while he carried Emilia to her room, not out of the energy expended in the task, but out of the alien feeling of all the physical contact involved.

Once he had reached his tamer's room, Devan deposited her more or less gently onto her bed. He then stepped away and shivered a little, rubbing at his arms not unlike a germaphobe haunted by the idea of bacteria. Hesitantly, his gaze wandered back to Emilia, checking if she showed signs of stirring.

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Flying. She was flying, or perhaps she was floating. It seemed as if she had no control over her body. Around her, she heard voices, but she didn't seem to be able to comprehend what was being said. She felt that she should recognize them, but as she tried to make them out they faded away. Falling. She then felt as if she were falling, and it didn't seem to stop. As she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out, her voice wasn't there - and she was engulfed by complete nothingness.

As Emilia sat up abruptly, the first thing she saw was Devan. "Are you okay? Have you eaten? They did save food for you right? What's wrong...you look..." She finally took a moment to breathe and look around, realizing she was in her room. But why was she in her room, the last place she had been in was in Devan's room. And she was on her bed, but why? It occurred to her how tired she had been, the sleep she hadn't gotten, how frustrated she was - but how did she get into her bed? But as she focused more on Devan, she was able to make out he had been the one who took back to her bedroom, reason being it looked like he had just touched some disgusting creature or was covered in germs so to speak. Like he was trying to get them off somehow. Her drained expression turned into a smile, "Thank you." she said softly. "I'm..so sorry, I promise it wont happen again." She felt bad, Devan wasn't exactly comfortable with the whole physical contact thing.

Emilia slowly rolled over onto her tummy and pulled up her pillow. "So after breakfast, I had these for you. Well, Sergio got them." She grabbed one of the bags of candy and placed it on what she used as a sort of end table. Emilia yawned and fought her current double vision, placing herself in a sitting position on her bed. She brushed her snow white hair out of her face, her long time shackles slightly jingling as she did so. She wasn't sure why she was the only person in the house that had them, or still had them, but she somehow had them transformed into weapons. She caught a glimpse of the mess on her floor and flushed a bright red color, apparently she didn't kick them all under her bed like she thought. "So did you eat yet?" she asked again. She then stood up slowly, pushing herself and refusing to believe she was too tired to function properly. She asked Devan many things, even though he wasn't one to talk. In her mind, she believed not talking to him at all would be worse and hurtful.

She recalled wanting to help with breakfast, and frowned slightly, twice today she couldn't help when she wanted to. "I'm just going to grab a plate." she said to Devan. She then walked into the kitchen, spotting what were eggs. Eggs, she loved eggs - eggs and bacon. "Ah...Sergio I am so sorry, I meant to -" she paused, yawning. "I'll clean up when you're all done if that is okay with you." she then grabbed a plate and placed some eggs neatly on it. "Please save me two slices of bacon? Or one slice of bacon - but if there is nothing left it's okay don't worry about it. And I hope you're doing okay..." she said to Sergio. Emilia then walked back into her room, hopefully some food would do her well. She felt so appreciative of Sergio cooking all the time, she always remembered to compliment him and thank him after meals. Though Emilia preferred to eat with everyone, and check up on how they were doing, she didn't want to be seen how she was now.

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He notably flinched as Emilia sat up; having not actually expected her to move, he was startled by her sudden awakening. Another second, and he was assaulted with questions spewed so quickly he could almost envision them hurling past his head to smash against the wall. Emilia's flood of concern irked the wild-haired youth, and he stepped back, inching toward the door - but he paused as she seemed to slow down.

A troubled look crossed his face at her thanks, something like a faint scowl mixed with uncertainty. Devan didn't like giving people a reason to thank him, to say the least. On the occasion he earned gratitude - which was on accident half the time - he would often retaliate with violence or just acting like a pest, as if to make up for it. But Emilia frequently got away with her 'thank you's unscathed. Devan sometimes felt she was too fragile for even his smallest acts of malice. On one hand this made him want to rip her apart just to find all the places she could be broken, but on the other it made him want to avoid her entirely - as seemed to be his perspective on children: some things were so fragile the notion of harming them was almost terrifying, and because of Devan's overwhelming tendency to harm, he would thus be driven to avoid such things altogether. In his case, it wasn't so much any sense of morality that kept him from hurting children, but the keen awareness of the public uproar that would undoubtedly ensue from such an act.

Though harm to Emilia may not necessarily cause public uproar, there was still the group to consider, or otherwise... karmic backlash, or something. Besides, she was his tamer, and Devan had to admit it was good to have her around on the occasion he lost his head. That's what she was for, after all.

The assassin perked up at mention of a gift, his dark eyes alighting with curiosity. He watched Emilia pull a bag of gummy worms from under her pillow - which he was careful to make a mental note of - and set it down for him. Usually some degree of timid in his tamer's room, he skittered with much less reluctance to swipe up the candy, opening the bag then and there. He shoveled the first few worms into his mouth like they might disappear if they didn't reach his maw quickly enough. He chewed at a much more leisurely pace, however, savoring the candy. Devan offered something between a nod and a shrug at Emilia's inquiry regarding breakfast. He planned on having some of the bacon he saw Sergio making, if the other vultures hadn't wolfed it all down yet... but he had gotten that egg, at least.

When Emilia left her room to find breakfast for herself, Devan remained where he was; apparently as long as he had gummy worms, he had no motivation to go anywhere. At times, the 19-year-old may as well have been six.

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As soon as Devan left his bedroom carrying Emilia, Sergio returned to the kitchen to set the strips of bacon in the pan. With a pair of tongs, he lined them up neatly and probed at them every now and then until they began to stiffen and wrinkle. Just then Emilia’s voice entered the kitchen. She had recovered pretty quickly, but it wasn’t like she was knocked unconscious. He listened to her apology and how should voluntarily clean the kitchen to save him the trouble—he was tired.

“Thanks,” Sergio replied plainly. “I am fine.”

He retrieved a plate from the cupboard and laid down two paper towel strips; and with the tongs, placed the crispy, dripping bacon on it. With the eggs, bacon, and toast—thanks to Sasha—finished, Sergio got himself a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, two pieces of toast, and fruit juice from the fridge. He walked with his plate into the living room by the front door and took a seat at the rickety table. He began making a sandwich, piling the eggs and bacon onto the toast before laying the second piece of bread overtop. Smashing it down lightly, Sergio plugged one of his headphones back into his ear as he then raised his sandwich and took a crunchy bite out of it.

His dark brown eyes stared aimlessly across the space of the warehouse at the wall on the other side. The only thoughts that were on his mind were how long it would take him to finish eating, how much time would he have to take a shower and nap, and estimating the spare time he had left to make it to his job on time.

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Emilia Rae Marlen

Emilia made her way back to her bed, plopping down onto it, plate in hand. Devan seemed consumed with gummy worms, such a simple little thing it was cute. She lay on her side on the bed, and started nibbling on the food before her. Every few bites or so she would yawn, but she was going to fight to stay awake to finish her meal. She figured if she had not dreamed what she had, she would be 'sleeping' already. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much as to wake her up, and it made her curious, she could only relate it to the emptiness. The nothingness, she disappeared into nothingness, as if to say that she as a person disappeared completely. She didn't remember her past, but she didn't have the time to try, as she was always stressing on the present - always focusing on Devan. She wondered what kind of family Devan was from, what his past was like, these were things she thought about more than herself.

"You enjoying those?" Emilia asked flashing Devan a playful smile. She watched him eat for a moment with the utmost amount of affection on her face. What were they going to do? She cared about each and every person here, but she was worried about the future - what was it that Devan wanted? She didn't supposed she could get an answer from him. "What would you like to be doing with now?" she asked in a soft voice, yawning again. "Wherever you go I'll take care of you." she appeared as if half asleep now. But was just, hanging on to consciousness, by a thread. Often times she would have nightmares, nightmares of everyone dying, nightmares of Devan being caught, and things she wasn't sure how to piece together or explain. It made her all the more nervous some days, making her Devan's shadow at moments. Her well being was not important, it never was, it never would be - and that was fine.

She heard the others speaking from the other room, it made her smile, referring to them as family. The only family she had, and perhaps would ever have. She started nibbling on her eggs again, being they started to get cold, and remembered that she had wanted to bacon. "Ah the bacon, I hope they saved us some." she said, knowing Devan would want some as well. "Or at least, I want you to get some." she continued. She finally finished her eggs and set the plate on her so called end table - box. "Try not to get sick off those okay?"

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Still standing in her room when Emilia returned, Devan watched her move back to the bed, eyeing her plate interestedly. Though when his gaze flitted up to meet hers, a warier look came into his face, as if he was staring at a predator who might take eye contact as a threat. He soon averted his gaze. His tamer's large, dark eyes were almost disgustingly beautiful and innocent... It irked Devan to study them for too long, especially with the way Emilia looked at him. Her shining, brown eyes gazed at him so kindly it seemed as if she held the belief the sun revolved around him - which was not a notion he cared for. Having the sun revolve around you sounded like it entailed a lot of responsibility, which was not something that appealed to Devan in the least. Responsibility was not his thing.

He was roused from his thoughts when the fair-haired girl spoke up. He stared at her without answering for a minute, until finally he gave a subtle nod. At her second question, he seemed to think a moment, pulling worm after worm into his mouth like it was a furnace to directly fuel his mind. It certainly seemed like Devan ran on gummy worms, at the rate he ate them. But for all his thinking, he only offered a nonchalant shrug. Killing was all the young man ever really felt like doing. It still felt so early... but he didn't want to go back to bed now. Maybe he could go out for a quick kill... but it sounded like Emilia intended to come along. He didn't like being watched when he picked off animals, even less when he was in the mood to make a mess of them. It felt personal to him; a quiet place he could retreat to be himself. But if things got out of hand and the blood set off a bout of real psychosis, he could do something reckless in broad daylight without Emilia to calm him down. Quite a dilemma. Though already, the familiar itch to hurt something was beginning to make his mind for him.

The youth perked at mention of bacon, despite that his mouth was already full of food. He rolled his eyes like a child at Emilia's warning. It took more than one bag to make Devan sick; usually two or two and a half was when his stomach started to feel clogged with gummy and his digestion took a turn for the worse. But it rarely happened that he had two bags - or was permitted by Emilia to eat both of them in one sitting. But it was always worth it, at any rate.