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Devon Mooneyham

"Don't let your heart run out of summers, before it's time."

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a character in “The Paper Kids”, as played by OddFinch

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{Five For Fighting: Heaven Knows}{Five For Fighting: What If?}{Thriving Ivory: Angels on the Moon}{Daphne Loves Derbyr: Cue The Sun!}

{"Look around you. You have to realize nothing is as bad as it seems."}
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{"You say you know someone, but do you really know them."}
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Dev (Sometimes)
Evan (Sometimes)


Sexuality
Heterosexual

Hometown
Santa Cruz, California
Full Name
Devon Cristiano Mooneyham

Age
Nineteen

Hometown
60%Irish
30%Polynesian
10% German

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{"You can be attractive on the outside, but that doesn’t make you attractive on the inside."}
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Frank Iero

Hair Color
Like his sister's Devon's hair color is a natural dark brown almost black, it's naturally straight and he keeps it unkept and shaggy most of the time.

Eye Color
Devon's eyes a the color of ice tea a borwnish, redish, hazel color.

Body Type
Dev is a tall guy standing at 5'11 and weighing one hundred and seventy pounds. He's very fit because he loves jogging and walking.

Tattoos||Piercings
Devon has way too many too count. Both his arms are sleeved with verious tattoos. Most represent people he's met and places he's been. Every single one of his tattoos hold meaning. As far as piercings he only has the left side of his lip pierced.

Scars
Most aren't important.
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{"Do what makes you happy."}
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Likes
+Smoking
+Girls
+The Night Sky
+Listening to People
+Hearing someones story
+Helping people
+Five For Fighting (The Band)
+Traveling
+Photography


Dislikes
-Materialistic Things
-Money
-Rude People
-Bullies
-Being Alone
-Seeing people he loves hurt
-The word "Immposible"


Strengths
*Loving People
*Not Judging
*Traveling
*Making Friends
*Talking to people
*Comforting People


Weaknesses
^His sister
^Sex
^Not Being able to help someoene
^Seeing people he cares about in Pain


Secrets
>>He is terminally Ill, He'dying of Cancer. The doctors have given him at best two years. The only person that knows he is dying is his mother. No one else knows and he refuses to tell anyone.<<
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{"I’ve got nothing to hide, I’m an open book."}
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Personality
Devon is probably one of the sweetest guys you will ever meet, but in the same respect he’s also the most closed off. He only lets you know what he wants you to know about him. Though he makes you think that you know everything there is to know about him. Despite how simple a guy he seems he’s actually very complex. He has a free spirit and a huge heart. He’s really an incredible guy.

He’s giving and insanely caring. He cares more about other people then he does his self. In fact that’s why most people don’t know much about him, he has a way of getting you to spill your heart out to him, without saying very much. He loves people for people. If you’re a bitch he’s going to love you. If you gay, he’s going to love you. Love is the ultimate gift you can give someone, that’s what he believes. He has a very hippie-ish out look on life, with all of his talk about peace and love.

He’s dying, but no one knows it because he hides it so well. It’s part of the reason he’s doing what he’s doing. When people remember him, he doesn’t want them to remember him sickly in a hospital bed. He refuses to let the fact that his clock is running out get to him. He’s a mentor when it comes to life, which is exactly what he’s doing with each and every one of the Paper Kids. Making them realize that life is beautiful, but it’s also short and that you don’t need money or nice things to be happy.

He’s almost always happy and wearing a smile on his face. He’s always there for you when you need him most and always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better. Some of the things he says makes you think he’s way older then nineteen, because e’s so wise for his age. It’s hard for him to lose his temper he’s patient for the most part, but when he does lose his temper he can be a bit dangerous.

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{"It wasn’t perfect, but who’s was?"}
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Family Tree
Christian Mooneyham||Biological Father||Age:48||Deceased
Anne Mooneyham-Burry||Biological Mother||Age: 44||Alive
Stephen Burry||Step-Father||Age:47|||Alive|
Lucy Monneyham||Sister||Age: 17||Alive
Amani Burry||Half Sister||Age: 14|||Alive|


History
When his parents first had him, they were in love. Not that he remembers much of it, he was way too young. When he was two his baby sister was born and he can remember even as a two year old adoring his little sister. However, things between his parents had gone sour. What most people were unaware of was that his mom was cheating on their father, Devon learned that later on from his father, though he never told Lucy.

Their mother soon remarried to the man she’d been seeing while she was still with their father. Naturally Devon couldn’t stand him. In fact they fought all the time, non-stop. It was a relief when Dev could go live with his father in the summers. He tried to stay away from the parties, unlike his sister. Not that he didn’t enjoy them, but someone had to look out for Lucy.

When he was sixteen, his life became a little more complicated. He was at a party looking after his sister when he got a phone call that his father had been killed. Now he was living with his mother full time. To keep his mind off the death of his father and to keep himself away from his step-father he started a blog. The blog consisted of a little bit of everything. He let people into his life. Shared his feelings and surprisingly he had people writing him. People saying that he saved them from committing suicide.

It was all a bit over whelming to him, but never the less he took it in all in stride. He had always been a big believer that things happen for a reason, that was what he was meant to do. However, he was dignosed with cancer and given only a few years at best to live. That was when he made up his mind to leave. For six month straight he planned to leave, as far as he was concerned he didn’t need to finish school. All he wanted to do was travel and feel alive every single day for the rest of his life.

He started leaving clues in his posts to where he’d be and where he’d go next. He left separate clues for his sister. He made the clues hard, so only people who really understood him would find him. Finally the time came and he left. Heading to the first abandoned subdivision. His first night there he knew that he’d made the right choose. It was a freeing feeling on his soul that he still can’t quite explain to this day. After about three months alone Lestate found him and he understood him. The two became very close. Next was his sister, whom wasn’t exactly hoppy with him but wasn’t about to leave him. After that their little family started growing. They became known as The Paper Kids.

So begins...

Devon Mooneyham's Story

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Character Portrait: PJ Salinger Character Portrait: Lucy Mooneyham Character Portrait: Isabella Sophia Gray WIP Character Portrait: Devon Mooneyham Character Portrait: Aidan Summers Character Portrait: Akira Harlock
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Lucy had spent the night before partying at some college party she’d found out about, forty-five minutes from the subdivision they weren’t currently staying at. She knew it was stupid to not only leave without telling anyone where she was going, but to go to a party where she knew no one completely alone. She was addicted though to things she shouldn’t do. She woke up the next morning between a strange guy and a blond girl. She sighed as she got out of bed and got dressed.

She proceeded to steal the girls clothes adding them to her collection of clothes, before grabbing the guys Ray-Ban sunglasses that sat on his dresser. Once she got out of the house, she turned back to see it wasn’t a house it was more like a mansion. She rolled her eyes, rich people irritated her. She started walking down the street lined with huge beautiful houses, in a way it kind of resembled the houses that they were currently calling home.

She walked for a long time letting her thoughts drift to Dillion, why? She wasn’t entirely sure. He was a nice thought though a seemingly stable one, which was why she’d yet to acknowledge his advances. Stable wasn’t something she was good at, relationships was something she was even worse at. Never the less, she always seemed to let her thought go to him after she’d yet again degraded herself by doing way to many drugs and having more than likely unprotected with some asshole and some stupid bitch. She just couldn’t control herself, it numbed the pain of her past that she refused to face.

She managed to hitch hike back to the subdivision, by the time she’d gotten there it was late in the afternoon. She’d asked a few people where her brother was, but they hadn’t seen him all day. She decided then to go sit on the second story balcony of the house she’d claimed that was next door to her brothers. She’d smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes, waiting for Devon. Not that that was anything new. She knew she looked just about as shitty as she felt but she could careless.

She took one final drag off her cigarette before flicking it away just in time to see Devon slipping into his house. She made her way down stairs an over to his house wanting to get him alone before the others started filing in to see her brother. He was unloading groceries.

“You know Dev, your way too good at that disappearing shit.” She said helping herself to a the case of beer that was on the counter. She wondered how Devon managed to get the beer, then again they probably hadn’t even carded him, he looked well over nineteen.
“You too Lulu. Where were you last night?” he asked concern clear in his voice as she took a swig from the can of Budweiser. She rolled her eyes as she hopped onto the counter and crossed her legs Indian style.




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Devon had spent most of his day alone. Most of The Paper Kids knew when to leave Devon alone. Not that he would get upset if they came to find him. It wasn’t like that, it was more of a silent knowing among them all that when Devon went off on his own it was better to let him go, because while it probably killed most of them trying to figure out what the hell he could be doing. In the end it came down to Devon doing Devon things.

At the current moment they were in a fairly newer abandoned subdivision. The houses were beautiful, or what was built of them seemed like they’d be incredible. The subdivision was located about an hour outside of Lafayette, Louisiana. The summer air was sticky and humid, yet it didn’t bother Devon one bit. They’d been at this particular subdivision longer than any other one. Everyone had claimed their own house and they all had kind of formed a comfortable home there. They were leaving next weekend though.

Devon already had there next place mapped out. A paper town known as Covert, Mississippi. Of course it wasn’t a real city, it was a paper town a made up city made by a map company to make sure no one else copied their maps. Devon had already scrapped up enough money for them all to get there. He was good at things like that. He’d spent the entire day smoothing out every single detail to make sure he had everything ready for them.

Now though the sun was setting as he walked down the sidewalks that might of seen a lot of activity had the neighborhood been finished. He had shopping bags full of soda, water, and food that didn’t need to be cooked; like stuff to make sandwiches, Nutri Grain Bars, and fruit. Once he got back to his house he unpacked the food on the chipped, tile counter. He knew any minuet his Paper kids would be coming to check to see if he was back. The night time was when they were all alive, when they had bon fires and just talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

”You know Dev, your way too good at that disappearing shit.” he glanced up to see his little sister smirking at him. She had sunglasses on which was a general knowledge when it came to Lucy, that she had a hangover.

“You too Lulu. Where were you last night?” he asked watching as she took a drink from the beer and he sighed wanting to stop her, he knew it would be hypocritical of him though. She answered with one simple word. out. That was how she always answered his questions to her whereabouts.




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Character Portrait: Lucy Mooneyham Character Portrait: Devon Mooneyham Character Portrait: Akira Harlock Character Portrait: Lestat Kidd
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Image "Want to come with me Kidd, it beats being bored, no one is here but us and I could use an extra pair of hands." Aki lifted her hand into a fist with her thumb pointing at her with a cheeky grin and just screamed she was up to no good, again.

Lestat nodded and got up, placing his book down on the kitchen table and headed for the door.

Aki rushed to his side, she didn't need bother grabbing her lock picks, that was something she always had on her at almost all times of the day and night. For her, they were her life. Twirling around Lestat, she made her way in front of him and led the way.

It was late at night when they started out. Aki was planning on going to a house a bit far away from where the paper kids were located in order to steal a bunch of food. Plus the rich homes were quite a bit away anyways. So really there was no choice. And it wasn't like she could get a job, she was a runaway, and deep down inside she had some hope that she was being looked for, but probably not. That's all it was, hopeless hope.

Lestat was his normal quiet self, if he was anything other, that would worry everyone. Mainly because he only gets loud when they are in danger or something bad was going to happen. He was always on watch, no one is even sure if he sleeps, least no one has seen him sleep. Aki sure hasn't. He never even looks tired in the least. Sometimes though she'd think he is some sort of ninja robot sent from Germany.

"So Kidd, which house should we go into. Ah but, not that one, it has an alarm." Aki pointed to a blue house and sort of looked like it was meant for dolls to live in, even the yard did. in a way, they were so out of place, it was hard not to suspect them. "Good thing we came at night, otherwise, we'd be so busted. Busted like that time when that Charlie kid broke his butt by doing some lame trick on a board just to impress me. Ugh."

This was how it was when the two were alone. Aki would talk and Lestat would listen. You could tell he listed and not just doze off or pretend because every time he is spoken to, he always looks at the person dead on. So dead on it's as if he is trying to read every inch of your body. Which brought up a whole another topic.

It was easy for them to make it through the night. The two ended up stealing a suitcase and a few backpacks full of foods and drinks. They had almost gotten caught if it weren't for Lestat shoving Aki into a dog house. Yes, a dog house meant for a very large dog. Good thing it was their lucky day because the dog didn't seem to be around. When the cops left, they left right after, but this time it was in a very big hurry. To get busted with all that food and at night, won't be easy to explain.
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"Well good thing that it's almost morning. I wonder if Devon will be there tonight. Can never know with him..." He voice grew soft, almost a whisper. When it came to it, she was one of the Paper Kids who would always worry if Devon was alright or not. It scared her sometimes, or well most of the time if he'd ever abandoned them. Aki couldn't take something like that again. It always happens to her in some way or form. And seeing as she is so close to him and Lestat, she wouldn't cope right if they left her.

Lestat reached his free hand over to her shoulder to calm her down, noticing she was balling her fit up. "He's fine."

He had pulled her to the side and they camped out in the middle of a bunch of bushes, it wasn't until morning that they started to walk again back to the hideout.

"Oi! Kiddies! We brought food for thy bellies! Hurry up and get some before it's gone!" This was when Aki barged into the kitchen and dropped all her stuff. He whole body froze up like a flag pole. Her bright blue eyes had become full of surprise. It didn't take long before her cheeks light up like two red light bulbs. She no undoubtedly noticed that Devon was here. Quickly she turned around on her heels and left the room as fast as she could. This was almost a normal thing for her to do when it came to seeing Devon so suddenly.

Lestat smirked ever so slightly and nodded to Devon as he put the bags on the table. "I suppose, food won't be a problem for a while." His smirk turned int a gentle smile but faded just as fast as it was seen. But he did take notice of Lucy, nodding to her kindly.
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Character Portrait: PJ Salinger Character Portrait: Lucy Mooneyham Character Portrait: Devon Mooneyham Character Portrait: Akira Harlock Character Portrait: Lestat Kidd
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Journal Entry

Life, it's different. So different. I'm content,
yet restless. How does
someone deal with come thing like this?
Deal with this new life.
I've found I'm scared of this.
Of this life. And here I am under the stars
in this perfect moment,
yet it's tugging at the back of my head.
I don't fit in.mim different.
I'm not a free spirt like everyone else.

I don't miss my old life. Not even a little. But is this really making me happy?
I guess I'm conflicted. I can't seem to write
in a journal my exact feelings.
Maybe I need help. Maybe something's wrong with me.
Maybe I'm just not extraordinary enough for this.
Maybe I'm too average for the Paper Kids.

I know my issues are tiny compared to the issues in this world,
and that I should be grateful my life hasn't been hard,
and the Paper kids have taken me in with willing hearts
but I just can't help it. I'm conflicted.

With love.
Xxxxx


PJ' s nights had mainly consisted of trying to figure
out constellations in the stars.
She could spend hours gazing at them,
trying to figure them out. It was almost as if she did
they would give her answers, answers to her questions on life.

She sat outside in the lawn in front of the house
smoking cigarettes. Every couple of seconds she would
inhale the smoke then let it roll off her tongue.

She didn't like to find parties or get herself into trouble,
she just liked the calm peacefulness of the dead
of that night in a paper town.
She liked hearing her breath.
The way the cool night breeze hit her face. It didn't matter where they were, the stars were always the same.
Some New York to Florida to Louisiana. That calmed her in a way. A way that let her hold onto her old life but live her new one.

Sighing the young girl stood up, dusted off her
legs and walking into the house and up to her room
there she wrote in her journal before the young girl dozed off into sleep.


A young girl, PJ, is sound a sleep on a bed foreign to her, in a life foreign to her. She is curled up in a ball, no blankets over her, an oversized Rolling Stones tee shirt used as pajamas bunched up at her hips. Her long, thin legs on full view. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat as the scorching Louisiana sun came beating down on her body. Since she left New York as dark tan has set in on her body.

Small snores came from the girls mouth as she slept well into the morning. Her face, even in sleep was twisted into a firm serious expression, it was almost like there was never a point when she really relaxed.

Eventually the sun hit her eyes just right and Pl stirred, shifting slightly in the bed and covering her face with her arms. Groaning she sat up pulling her shirt down and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Mornings were never her strong suit and she could already feel the bed calling her back but the girl forced herself to swing one leg after the other over the side of the bed and finally stand up.

PJ's white blonde hair stuck to her face due the sweat and her eyes had dark bags under them. There is a cracked mirror in her little room that she looked through. Internally the girl cringed. For years her mother beat into her head the importance of always looking her best, and here she was looking homeless.

Quickly PJ shakes her thoughts off. This was a new life. Paper Kids didn't have to worry about the way they looked, the way they acted, the way they dressed, they could just be free. That's what the girl was working on, being free. Letting herself, let go. Not always focusing her attention on the materialist things in life. Although she often found this hard, the other Paper Kids let themselves go so easily and yet PJ held on. It wasn't that PJ hadn't changed since the move, she wasn't the same girl she once was, she couldn't be. It was that sometimes she wanted the old girl back. This life wasn't for everyone, and frequently PJ finds herself believing that it may not be for her.

Sighing, she focuses her attention back on the task at hand; getting ready. PJ hastily slips on white jean shorts and leaves on her black over sized short sleeved tee shirt that she slept in. For her hair she left it down in its glory of a rats nest of waves. Makeup was never even an option around here and even if it was she wouldn't use it.

Looking in the cracked mirror again, PJ states at it for a second before adverting her gaze to her feet. It was almost shameful for her to look in the mirror at herself and see her diminished, tarnished face staring back at her.

Spinning on her heels PJ makes a bee-line for the door, felling cramped in the seemingly shrinking room. Gingerly the girl creeps her way out of her room, sneaks down the stairs.

The house was huge and well, empty. But yet the house was oddly comforting. She liked the big emptiness, it left her alone with her thoughts. But as the sun sunk in through the curtains, the house felt oddly alone. And for a second she was over whelmed.

She padded over to the door and laid on the grass outside, the sun steeped through her skin and soon enough she was in a sweat from the warm weather, then out of the corner of
her eye she saw Aki and Lestat with bags creeping into a different house.

Gingerly she followed them to the house and let herself in. She had just gotten in the building in time to see Aki run out. Although her attention was turned back to the table where food was sprawled out.

Gingerly she grabbed some food, just as her stomach growled. PJ wasn't a big eater and would often go a day or two without food. Although once she hot her hands on some she would down it in a matter of seconds.

"I hate this weather," she stated rather bodly for her personality jut as she swiped a bead of sweat off her forehead.