L O S T (damien)

[brent lucas dash]

Brent was having a rough time adjusting to the school. He hadn't met a single person today that had been willing to give him directions to any of his classes, mind you, he hadn't really tried to ask either. He hated approaching people for help, it was just something that felt awkward and because he was often so independent when it came to thinks like that was hardly ever done. He was however relatively lost and was trying to find his locker.

He'd found it once in the morning but now that it was nearly lunch and everyone scrambling everywhere he felt completely lost once again. With a zip up binder in one hand and a map of the school in the other he stared down at the map and the expression on his face showed how frustrated he was getting. His old school had been much smaller then this, a lot less to get lost in. He could feel his face getting red because he was getting angry.

Why on earth was it so difficult to figure out where his locker was? Once the flood seemed to have faded away for the most part he started on his trek again. It took about five minutes but he did manage to find it. Aside from him not being able to find his locker just now he'd had a relatively good day.

He'd driven himself to work in his beat up Volkswagen Bug and had managed to be on time. He'd even had time to dress himself properly and not just throw things together. A pair of tight black skinny jeans were 'held up' by a studded leather belt, but thankfully they weren't that 'awkward' too tight. His shirt was from a band he'd gone to see back when he lived in Canada named Wolven Ancestry and his sneakers were some black and white checkered Van's slip ons. Even with the bit of time that he'd been living in California, he still found it amazingly warm here compared to Canada.

Putting his books in his locker, he now had the daunting task of finding the cafeteria. Groaning, he took another look at the map. His left eye twitched as he gazed down to the cumply paper before shutting his locker door. "Now we'll see how much of a fail I am." He sighed, and yes it would seem like he was speaking to the paper. Like it was mocking him because of his horrible ability to read it.

[damien jonathan harris]

damien was feeling quite chipper today. the sun was shining, his hair didn't look completely insane, and for some reason, he woke up with a smile. it sounds kind of cheesy, but he felt excited for what the day might bring. he stopped at the nearest coffee shop before school and purchased the biggest cup of coffee ever. it came out absolutely perfect and that is when damien knew for sure that he was going to have an amazing day. your first cup of coffee in the morning always determines how your day will go. at least in damien's mind. he drove his jeep with one hand, downed all his coffee and pulled in to the school parking lot, in flames blasting from his speakers. damien enjoyed overpowering the sound of rap and girls sucking face with their boyfriends. when damien thought of the word "boyfriend" his smile faded ever so slightly. no, no! he was not going to think about how in love he was with his best friend and the fact that she was really into some random guy, that played crappy guitar and---

no he was pretty good at guitar.

shut up harris.

right, he wouldn't let his strange thoughts ruin his day. damien was determined to do something wonderful. maybe help someone in need. that sounded nice. it might even out his karma for thinking poorly of ashely's boy toy thing man bear pig. damien grumbled to himself and popped out of his jeep, entering his lovely school. well it wasn't so lovely, but damien rather enjoyed it. it wasn't so bad. and not all the people sucked. you just had to search through most of them to find a somewhat decent human being. the day droned on rather quickly and damien soon found himself making his way to the locker, lucky number 1666. it was destiny that he had the same locker for the past four years and damien found it to be extremely lucky. who was going to try to mess with a locker like that? it was time for some needed fuel.

something was off today, something not quite what he was used to. damien looked around once he got to his locker, scanning his surroundings for the change. what was it, what was different about---

ahh, a new kid! damien loved new kids. the poor kid looked pretty pissed and damien would be to. this school was very confusing. "don't bother with the map. all you need to know is that the janitor buys a box of munchkins every morning and shares them with you if you let him chat with you about his past. he's a cool guy and he resides in that little office by our lockers", damien pointed to the door. hank was an awesome guy and damien couldn't resist munchkins. "the school goes around in a giant circle, all the history and english classes are upstairs, and all the math and science classes are downstairs. oh and the only safe bathroom to use is the one all the way by the last science room upstairs. all the other one's either have some kind of growth growing on the walls or are too dangerous to put into words." damien smiled, happy with his summary of the school. "and you aren't a fail. where are you off to next, i can direct you with my sixth sense."

[brent lucas dash]

It was unlike Brent to get so frustrated over the inability to read a simple school map. The thing was that he could feel the odd stare throughout the day as he managed his way around. THAT was what he minded. All of the 'oh wow look who's lost' looks. In his mind he was trying to remind himself that it was just school, and he needed to calm the fuck down. After all, it would be fine. A couple days of hell and not knowing where anything was and it'd be just dandy. As he was running a hand through his hair he heard someone mention something about the map. His head jerked up and spotted someone at their own locker, close to his.

The bit about the janitor was interesting. it even brought a smile to his otherwise somewhat irritated facial expression. His eyebrows rose at the mention of munchkins and the smile seemed to turn into a grin. Who was this guy? "By you saying he's awesome, I assume that these stories won't make me afraid of ever speaking to him again?" His old schools janitorial staff had been a lot less then friendly, and even boarded on the creep factor often enough.

Seeing as the map was pretty much useless, Brent folded it up and shoved it in his pocket. Maybe he could use it later, or maybe he'd just toss it out once he got home so that he never had to look at a paper that had gotten the best of him. Hearing that the school just seemed to go in a big circle, he nodded his head. Alright, he could deal with that. At the mention of the bathrooms though his face contorted and made a very disgusted looking face. "Dude, that's disgusting!" Wasn't that against health code violations? Mind you, he supposed it wasn't that bad seeing as how at least there was more then one bathroom available at all times. At his old school during lunch hours every bathroom but the one's near the cafe were shut down and closed. It seemed strange but the school had thought it was a logical way to deal with some kids smoking in the bathrooms. To the rest of the school population it was a pretty big slap in the face.

This guy seemed really cheerful and helpful, a quality Brent had yet to find in anyone that walked the hallways of this place. At the mention of a sixth sense Brent nearly lost it again. It was amazing how one person could brighten up a shitty day! "Well, I see dead people. So that's pretty nifty." JOKES. Of course it was a joke, the entire way he said it was filled with humor. Most of his jokes weren't that funny though, so he wasn't expecting a 'haha' because well, it just didn't happen enough to expect. "But right now I'm just trying to figure out where the cafe is. If it ain't too much trouble you think you could lend a hand?" Well, look at that. He'd asked for help. Mind you, he'd been spoken to so it wasn't as awkward as the approach would have been for him.

[damien jonathan harris]

"no, no, i can't guarentee that. he might scare you, but i swear, he's a nice guy. and the munchkins are amazing. not many people know how to pick munchkins, but hank. hank has a talent that few people possess. his war stories might scare you a bit, but he's a warm and fuzzy guy at heart." well...maybe not, but damien liked to pretend so he didn't feel weird sitting in an office with a janitor. he has done a lot stranger things in the past. like eating fruit cups with a complete stranger on the beach. or bicycling with a midget on a sunday afternoon. the last one was made up, but wouldn't that be just amazing? damien snapped back to reality, realising that he was doing that....thing that he did. that spacing out and making up random, creepy things in his head. that wasn't very healthy.

"yes, yes it is. i try not to use the bathroom at all costs, but if you have to...that's the only bathroom you can trust. though one of the upper bathrooms has a really nice access to the school roof through the windows. just encase the zombies ever came and you need a quick escape plan. feel special, i don't give that tip out to many people." damien smiled and shoved the rest of his books in his locker, replacing it with a plain black binder. the rest of his classes were easy. no books needed. "you see dead people? can you see my great, great, great, great grandfather norris? he wore an eyepatch, had one leg, and talked with a british accent. though in all honestly, that would be pretty cool if you could be like the little kid from the shining." the shining was just...an amazing movie. and book. stephen king is the man. the man with the plan.

"i'm actually going to the cafeteria right now, if you'd like to walk with me. i'm surprised you asked for my help, i figured you'd be running by now. i like that!" damien smiled and held out a hand to the new kid. "my name is damien and i will be your tour guide for the evening." damien hoped that it didn't come off as him wanting to hold hands and skip through the hallways, he just wanted a handshake. but i mean, that would be cool too.

[brent lucas dash]

Brent was listening to Damien’s explanation of the janitor. At least he was honest about the scare factor, and in a comical way. Mind you, there were some things that people were afraid of in life that didn’t make a lot of sense, so scary was always different for other people. When he heard about the war stories Brent actually thought that was really cool, and the look on his face seemed to say so also. ”Well who knows, that actually sounds like fun.” His grandpa used to tell awesome war stories to him as a child, mind you the milder ones, but that had been so his mind wouldn’t be scarred at the tender are of six.

The idea that the bathrooms were more then raunchy still disturbed Brent a bit. He wasn’t really one to use a public washroom in the beginning, but if you had to go, you had to go. At least this way he could try and make it to the one bathroom that wouldn’t try to kill him or take his soul from him. When Damien said something about zombies Brent’s eyes widened and he instantly thought that this guy was chill. ”Well, I haven’t seen any pirates per say. I’ll just have to keep a lookout. And it might be cool, but I think I’d end up in a psych ward.” Brent laughed, thinking about the possibility to see dead people. That would be one of those things that he wasn’t entirely sure he could get used to.

At the news that this guy was going to the same place he was trying to search for, he almost wanted to leap for joy. Well, figuratively of course. He wasn’t THAT excited to know that Damien was going to be heading to the cafeteria too. ”Dude why would I be running? Your awesome.” It was definitely his sense of humor that Brent enjoyed, but the other’s sheer sense of happiness was good as well. Brent of course shook hands with Damien, now knowing his name. ”Well Damien, I’m Brent. Nice to meet you, and I do hope there are no dangerous wild animals on this tour?” He could already see the possibility of a friendship happening. Once the handshake was done Brent’s hand found it’s way to his pockets and he waited for Damien to lead the way.

[damien jonathan harris]

damien was actually beginning to like this kid a lot. you can tell a lot about a person by how they react to creepy stories about janitors. the new kid seemed fine and actually interested in the janitor and his tasty munchkins! see? today was going to be a great day and the new kid had some serious potential for friendship. "oh yes! it's oodles of fun." well damien also found creating dorito people fun, so his idea of fun may be a little bit different than someone else's. when damien saw the new kid's eyes light up like christmas when he mentioned zombies, he gave a big smile. "so i'm guessing you believe in the zombie apocalypse too? if so i need to ask you a question that i ask every person..."

whenever he met someone new, this was damien's ultimate question game question. it showed a lot about a person, by their answer. "if there was a zombie apocolypse and you could NOT have any form of gun, what kind of weapon would you pick and why?" damien was a shovel kind of guy. "i suppose, pysch wards aren't all that bad. good food at least. i'd come visit."

"i'm awesome? well that's a new one! thank you. so are you. we are going to be lovely friends, i can already tell." this week was a good week so far. damien got his jeep fixed, he made a new friend, and bought a hairless cat. nothing could beat this week. damien shook his hand. brent. the new kid had a name. he was brent! the new kid! "lovely to meet you brent. well i can't say that for certain. some of the jocks tend to act like monkies and the some of the snobbier girls can turn into lions if you look at them funny. than again, some of the girls turn into wild dogs and try humping your leg, if you look at them in a certain way." high school was like one giant jungle. damien would be a sloth. they were cute. "where'd you come from, if you don't mind me asking?" damien asked, walking beside brent through the jungle halls.

[brent lucas dash]

This kids vocabulary was something that just made Brent smile. Oodles, he hadn’t heard that word in a LONG time. When asked if he believed in the zombie apocalypse Brent nodded. Yep he sure did. He had yet to read the Zombie Survival Guide, which was on one of his to read lists, but he did believe. Hearing the question Brent laughed. He hadn’t expected it to be one of those thinking questions, not that it probably should have been, but he’d never heard it before. ”Well, that’s a tough one. It’d either be a baseball bat, or if I could find some gas I’d use a chainsaw.” Brent even made a motion like he was swinging a bat. The baseball bat would probably be the easier of the two options, less to carry and easier to maneuver.

Psych wards aren’t that bad? Brent gave Damien that ‘are you nuts?’ look, which was rather funny if you think about it. Brent had only been to a pysch ward once, and he never wanted to go there again. He hadn’t been the one committed, but it had been his friend that had decided to slash his wrists to hell and walk out in the middle of nowhere. The place had given off that creepy vibe that you expect, except it had been because it was too quiet. Mind you, his friend hadn’t been on one of the more frightening floors. Funny enough Damien was right about the food. ”Foods good, company could be better.” He chuckled.

When Damien seemed surprised that Brent said he was awesome he began to wonder what the people around here were like. This guy seemed like the type who could make friends so easily, why the hell would he not think that he was awesome? At the mention that they’d make good friends Brent nodded that ‘oh yeah’ kind of nod. At least he hadn’t been the only one thinking it. The way that Damien seemed to explain the different cliques in the school was hilarious. Typical stereotypes which Brent wasn’t a fan of, but he knew it was all in good fun. ”Well, I transferred from a school about an hour from here. Stupid private school.” He sighed. That school had been hell for him. The people there were not welcoming to different looks, and obviously as the years had gone on Brent had gotten a little less ‘normal’ looking with all of his extra tattoos. That and there were a LOT of fakes there, something he couldn’t stand.

[damien jonathan harris]

"you are a very smart man. the chainsaw might run out of gas, but the baseball is a good back up for if this happens. personally i'd pick a shovel or a machete, but investing in a chainsaw doesn't sound like a bad idea. if the zombie apocalypse happens during school, i think we should team up. only one another person knows about the bathroom and that is the janitor. he'd be a good asset because he was in the war." damien could talk for days about his plans for the zombie apocalypse. the boy had a bit of a problem. well no, damien had a lot of problems. his zombie obsession was just one of many. though if it ever did happen, at least he was prepared. you never know now a days. the only thing damien wasn't read for was the aliens. hopefully they would never come.

"i don't know, i kind of enjoy the company. i had a crazy aunt in a war and she had some pretty awesome friends." damien's mother had to pull him out of there by the collar, because he was too much like the patients. damien was starting to look like he was a patient.

"that sucks, but i think you'll like it here a bit more. it's your typical school, there's going to be problems, but you are going to meet some awesome people that can make it a little more bearable. i should introduce you to my best friend ashley. she's like me, but with ovaries." and a little less weird, but she had her moments. that's why damien loved her so. brent and damien walked throughout the halls, finally making their way to the cafeteria entrace. damien held the door open for brent and made a swooshy motion with his free hand. "after you. i usually sit with my friend ashley, but since she's not here today, would you like to sit with me? i won't kill you, but i can't promise that the food won't."

[brent lucas dash]

Smart? Ah well Brent wouldn’t go so far as to call himself smart. The chainsaw could, and probably would run out of gas eventually and would wear out it’s usefulness eventually. Hearing that Damien would probably use a shovel or a machete, he nodded. Those were definitely likely to at least last a long while. Melee weapons were probably the best for that type of thing. Even with guns, if you didn’t know how to properly aim a melee weapon once you were out of ammo you were SCREWED. For some reason, as Damien spoke of the potential zombie apocalypse happening during school Brent thought it would make an excellent idea for a video game. ”Yes, the janitor could be an unlikely ally. But when we come out victorious and the rest of the student body is wonder what the hell is going on up on the roof, we’ll be known as the smart ones... Until everyone else gets eaten or turned into zombies and then we’ll have to kill them too.. OH WELL.” You win some, you lose some.

When Damien explained he enjoyed the company of a psych ward Brent had to smile. Crazies could be a lot of fun, he had to admit. It was just the impression he’d gotten when he’d been there too. Not to mention it had been his best friend trying to kill himself the night after his birthday. It still shook him to think about it. ”Sounds like you had a better experience at one then I did.” Brent offered a weak smile, and was glad when the subject changed. At the mention of him having attended a private school before sucking, Brent nodded. Oh he had no idea. He didn’t doubt the social dynamic of the schools would be relatively the same, but he was hoping the people around here would be a little more accepting. Even one or two more people to talk to then the zero friends he’d had at the last place was better. ”Well, I’d hope she’d have ovaries. Otherwise, there might be a bit of an issue. But if she’s like you that sounds pretty sweet. Although, makes me wonder. Don’t two people that are alike all the time usually fight?” Brent was only teasing of course.

As they walked down toward the cafeteria Brent tried to remember various posters and things on the walls. Any landmarks that he could remember to help him get here again tomorrow would be a partial win in his mind. When the door was held open for him Brent almost said something about ‘i know it’s ladies first but that’s so lame’ but didn’t go there. He had a bit of a strange sense of humour too but was worried about the reaction he might get for that one. ”You sure? I don’t want you to feel like I’m some leech that’s going to attach itself to your body and steal your life force.” Yes, way to go Brent. You just made yourself sound like an alien.

[damien jonathan harris]

"they said i was crazy for thinking all of this, but i'm glad someone sees it my way." it really was the perfect escape plan and these days, you could never be too sure how the world was going to end. "our only downfall is that we might have to take my jeep. i love it to death, but it might break down. so unless you have a cooler car, we are so not riding in style." the jeep made it easier for the zombies to come in and snatch them too. "i will have no mercy if the school gets turned into zombies. i'm not going to be that fool and goes back, still thinking that they may or may not have a soul. silly people. horror movies are supposed to teach you certain lessons." damien knew he was going to survive the zombie apocalypse, because he had seen every zombie movie known to man. he could also survive a vampire attack, a werewolf attack, attack of the mutant spiders...scifi taught you a lot of good stuff.

damien normally would have asked why brent was in the pysch ward, but he could tell that brent wanted the subject to be dropped. not in a rude way, but damien took the hint either way. he was great at changing topics! it's all her ever really did. switch from one topic to another. flip flop. flip flop. damien started into space for a few seconds, before coming back down to human time.

"nah. i suppose normal people are like that. ashley had wanted to kill me at times, but she could never stay mad at me. i know the secret weapon to winning all women over...well at least ashley. my friend, it is called doritos and my chemical romance." ashley was a sucker for both. "we actually just bought a hairless cat, his name is ursula and i love him a lot. you'd love him too." damien loved his little hairless cat. they did everything together. they played with yarn, ate doritos, watched movies, played with troll dolls...

it was like being around a stoner all day long!

"i don't mind at all. i'm immortal anyways." damien walked in with brent and made his way over to the nicest table in the room. the one nearest the window. he placed his books down on the table and gave a questioning look at brent. "food?"

[brent lucas dash]

The world was probably going to end in some ironic way, but Brent could bet that it probably wasn’t going to end until they were all dead and gone. Unless nuclear war broke out he didn’t see global warming killing everyone by flooding like it was predicted by some scientists. What he enjoyed even more was realizing that the entire global warming aspect is a natural occurrence of the earth, granted humans probably helped a little bit, but everything that was going on was happening for a reason. The government just wanted to rape people’s wallets.

”A cooler car? Nah, I’ve got a Bug. So, unless you want to be cramped with a bunch of food and weapons in the car we’d be best to take your Jeep.” Brent actually really loved his car. It was adorable and reliable, something he was teased at back at his house but he didn’t care. ”Dude, you notice how in movies they always go back because they hear someone screaming. It’s like, if someone’s screaming they’re already doomed.” Brent laughed, shaking his head a bit. Of course movies were always rather obvious to where they were going, most of the time Brent found. He’d ruined one too many movies for himself by guessing the ending while watching it with someone who had, only to have them get angry and turn off the film.

Normal people. Was there ever such a thing? Brent found it difficult to define normal simply because no matter what someone does, at least one thing about them is abnormal. Or even if you seem too normal your abnormal. Brent knew that most girls liked chocolate, it was like a drug for them and if he ever pissed off one of his girlfriends he’d usually apologize and buy chocolates. ”Doritos and My Chemical Romance? That one I have never heard of before.” He said, laughing a bit. Granted, this was one of those abnormal things that Brent preferred to use the word unique.

The conversation seemed to take a strange turn at the mention of a hairless cat. Wait, had he heard that correctly? Brent was giving that ‘I’m clearly confused help me out here man’ look before it finally clued in. He wasn’t much of a cat person but who knows, maybe he could let his grudge against cat’s go. They did seem to like him, he just had a constant fear of them since he was little. Brent had to laugh at Damien being immortal. Yes, this guy was most certainly an epic win in one person’s body. ”Then why on earth are you worried about the zombie apocalypse? You’ll be good to go.” He wasn’t trying to be argumentative, that much was shown in his tone and the smile on his face.

”Food? Sure why not. Lead the way Mr. Invincible.” Brent smirked, following behind Damien the entire way. Yes, today was definitely a good day. He wasn’t all that hungry however, and he’d probably just pick up an apple or something similar to it. The first day of school in a new place had left a sour taste in his mouth aside from meeting Damien, and his appetite was a bit suppressed.