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Dameon Denight

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a character in “Masters Mansion”, as played by cirrus_sd

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Name: Dameon Denight

Nickname: D, Double D, 666

Age: 17

Gender: Male

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Likes: his sister, the sun, sleeping, cats, watching movies and tv

Dislikes: his father, arguments, the drugs, loud noises

Dreams: to be clean, to climb Mt. Everest, and to one day own a beach house that he and his sister can live together in

Fears: going to sleep and never waking up, always being dependent on the drug, his sister dying

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Personality: Dameon isn't exactly an introvert or extrovert. He's more in between. Ever since he got into drugs, though, he switches pretty drastically between the two. He's a moody, sullen guy nowadays, more so when he hasn't had his hit in a while, but he hates getting into fights and doesn't like yelling. He loves watching films or the TV, and has lately been quite drawn in with National Geographic. He loves his sister a lot and will stand up for her as much as the drugs allow. He feels guilty a lot though, and he is trying to stop using drugs, but it is very, very difficult. He is more of an escapist, not wanting to deal with the real world when it gets prickly.

History: The same as Delia's in terms of parents. Before he settled into drugs, Dameon was a happy, sunny guy who tried to make the best of things. After his stepmom died, though, he fell into depression. He was somewhat forced into drug use by his father, initially. Currently he smokes marijuana and injects morphine. Although he doesn't know exactly what his sister does when his dad takes her out at night, he figures it can't be good. He hasn't been to school in six months.

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Other: bisexual.

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So begins...

Dameon Denight's Story

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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I looked over to Dameon and slipped on my mask. "I love you, Dameon." With that I got out of the car. I looked down at my outfit, a simple sun dress that had tight knit blue and whtie stripes going all around it, at different angles. I could see a few other people standing around, but I was to afraid to move foreword. Suddenly I wanted to be back in the car, with my brother comforting me. I didn't want to move foreword anymore. My breathing speeded up and my vision blurred. I forced the tears away though. I wasn't going to let Dameon see me cry. I turned to look at him one last time, then proceeded foreword. My hands betrayed me, though, and moved backwards, reaching for my brother. I had always had him with me, my whole life I still needed him. My breaths started getting worse, with every step. I could feel my heart rate picking up. I could feel my steps starting to waver, but I forced myself to keep moving. I reached the crowd and I saw big men standing around. The memories of being kidnapped, and every night before that, came back. I felt my knees start to weaken. I knew I was about to fall. I could feel myself falling. I waited for the ground to hit my head, but it never did. I realized I had been imagining it, and had just went pale. I took a deep breath then looked back, for my brother.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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Earlier that day, Dameon had taken a morphine hit. The effects were taking hold now, and good thing too. If he was sober, there would be two pairs of people screaming for each other. That was a situation he would have rather avoided.

He wasn't even sure how he hadn't fallen over. The images in front of him swam, and he suddenly wanted to go swimming himself. He heard Delia's voice, but not her words. He did see her hand, painted expressionistically against the dark canvas that was the pavement. Instinctively, if a bit desperately, he took it. He knew that he was supposed to be reassuring and comforting her, but the glazed eyes from behind the Guy Fawkes mask needed guidance. He, of course, picked the mask for its prominence in V for Vendetta. It was the only mask he recognized. For some reason, that was important to him. Everything else was so dream-like, he needed something he could call real.

Dameon felt Delia's hand slide away from his, and he momentarily panicked. He was lost. The stairs loomed and shifted. He must have been dragged up the steps, because he knew there was no way be could have climbed them himself. The doors grew taller in front, and his eyes hurt. He blinked hard, and decided to just stare at the inside of his mask when they reopened.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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(I dont think the others are on right now. I dont want you guys to have to suffer, so we will just continue.)

Welcome, Children! Iam so glad you have arrived. Some of us are running late, so we will just have a little bit of fun. When they arrive we will continue as planned. Until then, I would like the lovely ladies to follow Jerome up to your floor. Jerome wave your hand high, so the ladies can see it. Alright, you may be off now, to the third floor. Now for our handsome heros, If you would follow Alexander he will show you to your floor. Now dont go wandering off of your floor, unless to a lower floor event. Alexander do the same as Jerome, show them to the second floor. I hope you all enjoy your stay, there will be arrangements for you to do things on your floor.

I saw the fight break out and the man scared me. I felt like huddling in the corner. His anger reminded me so much of my father. The poor girl, must have been his sister. She seemed so scared, then she just stopped. I felt my breaths quicken, my stomach lurch, and my hands get clammy. I felt that falling feeling again, but it lasted a while so I knew it was just a feeling. Then I heard a voice and it frightened me. I realized it was the man who kidnapped us. I looked around for Dameon, I wanted to see him before I left, so I didn't immediately follow when the guy started walking away. I saw him all fuzzy standing at the top of the steps. I ran over to him and latched on. "I love you so much Dameon. At the events, find me please. I dont want to be stuck with that guy." I motioned towards the man who was still screaming.

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Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel

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Gregory watched his fellow kidnapping victims being hustled to the stairs. The girls cried and the guys were being pushed over to where Gregory stood. One, the fighter, was pushed and pulled into the mansion immediately after the seemingly magical voice told them the laydown. But the other guy, who was obviously on some type of drug, had stumbled up the steps and had waited there. Gregory didn't enjoy either of these young men. One was the the exact opposite of everything Gregory believed in, and the other was most likely a drug addict, which reminded Gregory too much of his older brother Stan, who did cocaine on a regular basis. Not that the girls seem much better Gregory thought. He hated crying, almost as much as he hated loud noises.... Or at least crying in public. It had always been Greg's dream to hold a girl while she cried into his chest... Odd, he knew, but he just wanted to know that someone else was vulnerable. That someone else understood what he had gone through. But no. These girls seemed like all the others. Stuck up, loud, and whiny. Oh well.... It's better than my life back home, and who knows? Maybe one of them will surprise me?

Gregory followed the one that was apparently called Alexander, one of his grunts actually. He led the group of boys through what seemed like a maze of corridors and stairs. Up ahead Greg could hear the Fighter being pushed forward. Finally after going up four flights of stairs and around an infinite number of corners Greg was stopped in front of an open door. After he looked at the Ape who had stopped him, then into the room, he took a step into the room. "You will be summoned when you may leave this floor." The Ape said, and then the door slammed behind him. Greg looked around his room. It was spectacular.

The room had three walls, covered in bookshelves. However there were only three books, and they were immediately above the bed, which was a simple white linen covered single, in the right hand corner away from the door. The lights above his head all looked like candles, that floated of their own free will. Only after closer inspection did Greg see the strings attaching them to the ceiling. The shed a very warm light, that was enough to see by, but not too bright. There was a desk in the left hand corner away from the door with five drawers, one of which had a key hole. Greg walked over to it and put the key that sat on top of the desk in his vest pocket. I could live here he thought. He walked to the bed and looked at the books. One was an apparent map and history of the mansions, another was a self help book, and the third was a guide to "picking up chicks." Looking back at the wall with the door in it Gregory laid down on the bed. I could definitely live here.

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Dameon half-stumbled, half-fell into his room. The floor had suddenly turned to ice, and he was ice skating. Suddenly he found himself on the ground. Had he fallen? He didn't know. He didn't feel it. He was wearing an invisible suit, and couldn't feel a thing.

The room began to spin around, or maybe that was just him walking. Time slowed down as he stared dumbfoundedly at a candle. The fire flickered and danced in slow motion. "Welcome," it hissed to him. "Welcome."

The flames waved him over to the bed. He didn't feel his duffel bag hit the floor as he sluggishly followed the candles. It felt like he was moving through molasses. Did he hear voices? Or was it singing? Music? The candles ushered him forward. They grew taller, the flames becoming hair, and he was surrounded by numbers of beautiful, waxen women with fiery hair, beckoning him towards the bed.

His face hit the covers, and he was on a cloud. But, suddenly, he felt himself falling, and he gave a muffled shout as he clawed the duvet, trying to stay on. In his mind, he was about to fall thousands of feet. In reality, half of him was on the floor, the other half grasping at the bed, his eyes wide in an irrational panic.

Finally, he managed to pull himself entirely onto the bed. In his mind, he was now an angel, laying on the cloud. Relaxing. He shut his eyes and listened to himself breathing, and to the candles whispering to each other. He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake either.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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I followed the others up the stairs and found my only chance to cry. I knew once in the building there would be people always watching, and father only wants to see me cry. The tears disappeared when I walked through the doors, and was led to my room. I saw a schedule for the upcoming events on the wall next to the door. It said tonight there was supposed to be a ball, but they did not allow us to retrieve stuff from home, and I had nothing anyway. Shortly after laying down, about to fall asleep, when the door opened. "Miss, it is time to get ready."

I looked at him confused, then I realized what he was talking about. "I have nothin-" I was cut off when a woman walked in with a stunning dress. It was a brownish color with sparkles all over it. It had a couple of ribbons around the waist, then it flared out, and under the breasts. It was sleeveless, and had a jewel between the breasts. Another woman brought in black silk gloves and shoes. After they put the cloths on me, they brought worked on my hair, pushing it to the side and leaving half on my back. It was slightly curled. I had to admit I looked stunning. I just couldn't help but wonder who father had planned for me tonight. When I was ready they escorted me downstairs to a ballroom. There were others dancing, but I decided to wander off to the side. I had hopes of finding Dameon.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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The effects of the morphine was starting to dwindle as Dameon was hand-dressed by the two attendants, one male, one female, who entered his room just as he was coming out of his stupor. The suit was a little less conventional than most, but Dameon liked that it wasn't all black tuxedo. At least the pinstripe had some personality. He very nearly demanded a bowtie, but his mouth didn't want to work for him.

He zoned out as they did his hair. He must have been quite a mess, since they had to add just a tad bit of make-up to make him look more lively. They even put concealer under his eyes. He had horribly dark bags, both from the drugs and lack of sleep, which was funny, since Dameon thought he slept all the time. As they put the mask on him, he thought it was even more hilarious that they put so much attention on his face.

Downstairs, Dameon immediately looked for his sister. He didn't know anyone else here, and he knew Delia would secure him into reality. He found her on the side, and he snuck up behind her playfully and just stood inches away from her back, waiting for her to notice. Everything still moved too fast or too slow, but at least he could see things a little better. The extremities of the high had, for the most part, passed.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight

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(Sorry the trip was extended.)

I was standing alone, looking for Dameon, when I felt someone come up behind me. I tensed up, but ignored them. After a while, when they didn't go away, I finally turned around. "Dame! Your finally here!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close. I finally pulled away and stood as close to him as possible. "I cant do this." I finally whispered, my eyes on the ground. "This is all fathers plan, he wont be happy if I do this." A couple of the men, standing guard you could say, came over and told us we needed to find a partner, and dance. I grabbed Dameon's hand, taking him to the dance floor. "Dont make me dance with anyone else, please." I knew I should have let him go, but I was to scared.

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Character Portrait: Alison Smith Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Andrew Parker Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess saw the two pretty girls from earlier, the very calm boy, and the boy who appeared to be high. She had no idea where the angry boy was. One of the big men that had taken her to the mansion came up to her. "Excuse me, miss, but you must find someone to dance with." She looked around the ballroom and saw that the other kidnappees were being told similar things. The high boy and his sister paired up immediately, and I figured that the other girl would want to dance with her brother. That left the excessively calm boy. She tentatively walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She pulled her skirt over her exposed leg and inwardly cursed the slit in her skirt. "Um, hi. I'm Tess. Wanna dance?" Tess cringed at her utter awkwardness. No wonder she hadn't gotten a date for prom. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's completely fine-"

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Dameon nodded, grinning. "Of course, Delia. I'd do anything for you."

He held her casually, not too intimate not too awkward, and swayed to the music. When he was sober, he was a fairly good dancer, but it was difficult now to make his legs do exactly what he wanted. "You lead," he told her quietly, "I know you can do it."

The song changed to a slower pace, and Dameon grin spread wider. "I love this song," he said, "Makes you want to hold someone tight." He didn't act on his words, though. He wasn't that high. But the emotions were getting to him, and he felt his eyes well up at the beauty of the truthfully somewhat generic love song. "Doesn't it? Doesn't it make you want to hold someone tight?" He spotted a couple just starting to dance, and voiced his question louder. "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" he asked the guy.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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I was happy dancing with him, like a brother and sister danced. Of course I took lead when he asked, I had often done this at home when father would leave, and he was on his high. Then he seemed to get all excited, and started talking to someone. I realized there was another couple close to us, I instinctively moved so I was hidden, by the much taller Dameon.Then brought my attention to his words. His words made me want to cry. My brother wanted love. I couldn't keep him from that, that would be just horrible of me. So I did what I thought would make my brother happy. "Dame, go dance with a girl you can hold tight. There are so many girls here, I am sure they would love to dance with you. You deserve to dance like that. Maybe they will play the song again." There was so much hope in my voice, hope that he would be happy. I pulled away slightly, giving him his chance to leave. "I will be fine, I promise. I have to go to the bathroom anyway." THe last part I practically whispered to him. I soon realized I did something I often did, when I was with those men. I put on a fake happy face, one that I wore so often I occasionally believed it. "Go on now. Father doesn't want me dancing anyway." It came out as a mumble, but I still held that fake happy face.

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Character Portrait: Delia Denight Character Portrait: Dameon Denight Character Portrait: Gregory Andel Character Portrait: Tess Graves

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Tess smiled a little bit. "Um.... I mean.... Yeah, I'd love to.... But..... Uh.... Haha I can't really dance..." the boy said. "It's fine, neither can I. Apologies in advance if I step on your feet with these daggers that are currently attached to my feet," she said, gesturing to her shoes. They made their way onto the actual dance floor. The brother and sister- twins, presumably- were dancing. The boy was still a bit out of it, and the two of them were talking to each other quietly. The girl shied away from Tess and her dance partner, who she still hadn't gotten the name of. As the music changed to a more mellow tune, the high boy asked quite loudly, "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" Tess stiffened. PDAs were not quite a comfortable thing for Tess, especially with people she just met. She looked away slightly. The song went on, and Tess was almost half-wanting to know the boy's answer.