travvish (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-17 09:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | silas copeland, travis lucero |
Who: Travis Lucero & Silas Copeland
What: Showing Travis the town
Where: Klassen house --> Town
When: Wednesday (backdated)
Rating: PG 13 for swearing on Travis's part least.
Travis took less than five minutes to get to the front door so he stood waiting for the other whom he'd only talked to in journals and through his locked door. It had been nice of Silas to keep him company in that way. He found it odd that the other seemed so calm about everything, or even that he spoke of Jakob as anything less than a freak which to Travis was what he was.
Perhaps they were being treated differently then? Either way he wanted to know more about this Silas guy, more about Jakob and much more about this town he was now apparently stuck in. Surely there was fucking something around there to do. Even if he had to rig his own equipment together and make it so he'd find a place to Deejay, a place to skateboard, somewhere to play soccer and a few places around town that he could be away from Klassen the albino fuck face.
Travis pressed his six two lean body against the front door. He waited slightly impatiently for the other. Dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey and black striped hoodie over a white tank top that clung to his toned chest. His soft brown eyes always gave the impression of mischief in them and though his jawline was chiseled and quite adult looking he still had that babyface about him. A seventeen, almost eighteen year old who could in any light look older or younger depending. When he saw movement at the top of the stairs he turned to look and call out, "Silas?"