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[Demitrius Zervos]

•• Demitri Zervos ••

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AND I SAID, I'VE GOT TO GET OUT QUICK
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------ It was the water. Something about it made him feel free and safe, but mostly the water reassured him that life really did move on, that life was in fact still in motion and the world hadn't stopped rotating. There was something about the greek boy that no one here knew about just yet, not even the other two of the brio, Petros Hayes and Isaac La Croix. The young millionaire had a boy... or at least had gotten the boy killed, he may have well been the one who killed him. Either way, it was his fault the small sized, socially awkward and socially desperate boy was dead and Demitri could not figure out how he could stand to drive by the spot he was killed everyday. He could not bear the idea of accidently bumping into that boy's mother. No, he couldn't do it. So that is why he had come here, to the United States of America. Besides, we all know the United States was sort of the big business capitol of the world, it made it an easy excuse to get away, and completely one anyone who knew him would buy. "Expand you work, Demitrius, obviously it is the only thing in you worth anything." His father had told him. So that is what he did. And he was good at it. Ask anyone, the eighteen year old gained a knack for business along time ago. He was a good business man, ruthless, de-attached and filthy bloody rich because of it and the fact he didn't seem to have a real soul, at least that's what his dear old dad told him after the young boy was killed. Demitri held enough guilt with to last him a lifetime. Oh well, best thing to do is to try to forget that whole night right?

------ You see, when he turned eighteen and was in his Senior year of high school, his more recklass side, finally got the best of him. After a party, he and some guys where hanging out, drunk of course, when they came across a kid from their school. A kid about two grades younger who actually admired Demitri and sort of followed after him. This kid was a tad nerdy and desperate but a good kid, with good parents. Demitri protected the kid from his pals beatin' on him a bit and put his arm around him, saying he was going to party with them. He eagerly did. Using a lot of peer pressure they got this kid to drink and do coke. After he had "loosened" up, this kid was trippin' like mad. When he accidently bumped into the wrong type of guy while the group was in the street, the kid high off his ass and feeling indestructable kept pushing it. The group and the kid all got into a first fight with this guy when he threatened the kid, when the man's gun went off and killed the young boy. The man ran off cursing, saying he wasn't going to kill him and what the fuck was wrong with them, the group all scattered except for nameless who brought the kid's already dead body to the hospital. Demitri of course lied and said he had found the body in the street, and he was basically believed because there was no evidence against him. And Demitri had never known guilt until then.

------ His father had not been kind about it at all, upon learning of what happened, not that Demitri could at all have blamed him in this instance but Demitri's father, Cristophe, was never a good man to his son. Demitri's father grew up very poor and worked his ass off to get to where he was in life. He was a self made man who worked hard so that maybe his family would not have to. But they did. Cristophe was a drill sergeant to his only son. Strict, mean and uncaring. Before Demitri hit puberty, he feared his father to a great extent and during that time, his father considered him a fairly model son, not that he ever expressed it. Demitri was a straight A student, the other children seemed to follow him, so Cristophe decided politics, best way to start is lawyer, then judge then on to foreign policy. There was always that set plan. And if Demitri spoke back it was hell, if he acted out it was worse. But as he hit puberty, he got more sharp tongued and stubborn, reckless from rebellion against his father. And his attitude only made him more popular so he kept up with it. Demitri's mother was a kind woman but she was also a doormat, so think of how it looks to a young boy, the ass of his father was obeyed and respected like a god at home while the kind and caring one was taken advantaged and abused. So he got tough and took charge. The only thing was, at the time Demitri was still poor in comparrison to the other boys, so he took a page from his father's book, he applied himself. So he put together a website, all on his own, took about a day to set up. It was a tutoring website, for a fee of course. At first he did all the tutoring but as it grew, he expanded. He made some automatics and then had the site connect and link to other FREE online tutors that's style of teaching was best suited for a kids style of learning through a free test profiler that he put together through some basic statistical analysis. He started getting paid from domain and advertisements on his site. The site grew and grew, and he got richer and richer. Now it's running so smoothly, honestly, he checks it once a week and that's all he has to do. This boy was a self-made millionaire by the age of 16.

------ Demitrius Cristophe Zervos did not need his father any longer, not his money. He still had a tendency to straighten his back and listen when the man entered the room, but that was another plus of this country, his father was a country and an ocean away from him. He had his business, his wealth, his status, and his friends without the extra heaping of pressure from his father and guilt from the city. But the most freeing aspect was the practically twenty four/ seven access to the great wide open blue they had here in California. The water was his savior. And his only chance to be more casual, more himself and more relaxed than anywhere or anytime else. He constantly cared about who he came across as. In the Business world, one big enough cat thinks you're not serious enough, not classy enough, not smooth or slick enough and it's all over. He always had to show he was in control, but not out here, out here, the waves took the control away from you. It was your job to enjoy the ride, the sensations, the sun and wind. Which is what he was dealing with right now. Windsurfing. He loved practically all water sports, skiing, wake boarding, surfing, jet skiing, and honestly, just swimming. He enjoyed them all but right now was windsurfing time, the wind was strong, especially out further from the shore. It was a Sunday and every Sunday he came to this section of the beach. He was there more than that but, mostly with others and just for short periods. Sundays it was just him and the water, the sun and the sky.

------ Demitri pulled back on the sail of the board and sharply turned off an oncoming wave to get himself pushed further towards the shore, unlatching the rig from the safety belt around his hips, before jumping into the water, hand on board's base when it was closer. He held the board with him as he jogged through the shallower waters reaching the shore and placing the board down on it's side before he laughed slightly to himself and let his body flop into the sand, back down, front up before he realized his head hit someone's bag. He thought only he came to this little section, the was a bend so the waves got especially awesome but he had never seen anyone else there before.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Devin!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to asia<3
LYRICS;; 'surprise me again' by haircut100
CLOTHES;; Mmm body, the his board
NOTES;; Done! hope the end was ok
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[Bevin Turner]

BEVIN TALLULAH TURNER.


( THEY'LL THINK IT'S JUST CAUSE WE'RE )
( YOUNG BUT WE'LL FEEL SO ALIVE )

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----SITTING ON THE COUNTER OF HER COUIN'S bar, bevin turner pulled her lips down into a pout. "but why? reed, i need a job." reed visibly rolled his eyes as he wiped down the counter. "bev, you have a job. at your parent's motel." bevin scoffed and slapped her hands down on the counter, leaning back and shaking her head. "they pay me less than minimum wage. the fact that they birthed me is the reason i haven't complained to whoever deals with employee mistreatment." reed nudged her in the back and bevin hopped down as he cleaned off where she had been sitting. "you're overreacting," he stated. bevin crossed her hands across her chest, dampening her arms from her semi-wet swimsuit that had already made her tanktop wet. yeah, she came from being down at the beach all day. story of her life, right? it was now making her mad that her cousin wouldn't give her a job. "reeeeed. how am i suppose to make an honest living?" some people started coming in. workers, bevin presumed. "i'm not hiring my cousin to dance on a bar." bevin choked and widen her eyes. "well, what the fuck, reed? i don't wanna be some coyote." she narrowed her eyes at the word. "you know what? nevermind. i gotta go anyway. oh but before i go..." she reached into her pocket and pulled five tiny pieces of papers. "here are the numbers to five girls that stopped me at the beach today." reed put the cloth down and reached for the numbers. "who is this now?" bevin shrugged and pulled her hair over one shoulder. "like i know. but they knew i was related to you. i'm guessing they're part of your fan club." reed shook his head at her as she picked up her skateboard that she laid on one of the stools. "later, player," she said directly towards reed before pushing the bar's door open and left.

she was headed back towards the beach, but first she had to go back to the motel to grab a few things. it was an easy ride from reed's bar back to her place. thankfully, the terrain downtown was a lot easier to ride a skateboard on than up in the hills. bevin weaved her way in and out of people walking on the sidewalk and the occasional traffic when they were at stoplights. when she got home, she found the motel surprisingly busy. there were even some kids playing in the pool when she pushed the gate open and entered the motel's somewhat courtyard. she kind of felt like asking the kids why they weren't on the actual beach but she better leave well enough alone and just slip in and slip out. she was sure her parents were going to make her do something stupid if they caught her lurking around. one of the greatest reasons bevin never bothered to get a cellphone. if her friends wanted her, they knew where to find her: down at the beach. she knew if she actually had one, her parents would be calling her constantly and asking her to do this and that back here. yeah, she would be like on call all the time for less than minimum wage.

she sneaked into her room. she left her skateboard by the door. she kicked her converse shoes off and then her jean shorts. she already had her swimsuit bottoms on from earlier that day. bevin then took off her tanktop and walked into the bathroom to get her wetsuit that was hanging over the shower's bar. it was still a little wet, but she got back into it anyway, she'd be getting wet anyways. she didn't suit up all the way and just left the top portion of the suit hang off her waist. she left her skateboard and traded for her surfboard, that was leaning up against one of her walls in the room. she smoothed her hand over the blue, white, and black board before throwing her shorts into her bag. she shoved some flipflops in there too. she didn't really know who she was going to run into on the beach. bevin assumed she'd wind up finding some friends and they would end up doing something. and though bevin was a girl that didn't really care of her appearance, (like what shade of eyeshadow looked best or what color lipgloss,) she didn't want to run around in her wetsuit. because that would get annoying after while.

swinging the bag over her one shoulder, she hooked her board under her arm with the other and she was out the door again. bevin still felt slightly stealth when she looked both up and down the open hall for any sigh of her parents. she peaked over the railing right in front of her and still saw the kids playing in the pool. ok, so the coast was clear. bev took the steps two at a time and threw open the gate and headed out the back way that lead to the beach. the back way from the motel led to a part of the beach that tended not to attract a lot of attention because the waters were a bit more rough back out here rather than the rest of the beach. bevin didn't know why, the ocean must work in mysterious ways.

this time, she wasn't alone. as bevin got closer and dropped her bag, she saw someone out there already with a wind board. that was pretty cool because she always wanted to try one of those things out but never did. she assumed because she was too damn attached to her own board. "bevin!" she closed her eyes. she knew that voice. it was her mother. she turned around and saw her mother up at the gate. "dammit," she muttered under her breath and started jogging up the beach towards her mother, leaving her bag back down by the water. "you didn't think you could sneak in without us noticing, hm?" her mother's heavy irish accent flooded the blonde's ears as she got into conversation-distance. "the waves, mom. they're perfect surfing weather. i can't miss it. cleaning can wait," she begged. bevin's parents were always a carefree couple, never getting married but probably loving each other more than married couples did. "ok, but after, you have some housecleaning." her mother pointed her as if saying, 'or else.' but really, what could her punishment be? this scenario happened all the time. bevin would find someone, hang with them, and clean the rooms she needed to in the morning. it was as if her mother was attempting a parental control just to feel like they were a normal family.

she grinned at her mother before turning back and headed back down towards the beach. she slowed when the wind-surfer she was looking at before was back on the shore and dropped himself basically on her bag. with her board still tucked under her arms and not being fully suited up yet she stopped along side of the black-haired boy. "not planning on stealing my tampons are ya?" she asked with a smile, joking, of course. not that her bag was really a keeper. just clothing and her room key. she rarely brought money with her and didn't have a debit/credit card in her possession. the only form of i.d she even had was a bus pass with her picture on it, but that was back in her room somewhere. "joking. i'm bevin." she shoved her board into the sand so it stood upright, a technique she learned from her cousin, regan. she crossed her arms and leaned on one foot. she cocked her head to the side and looked down at him, "you were pretty good out there. i don't see a lot of wind-surfers when i'm out here."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format/graphics to me. lyrics 'the great escape' - boys like girls
LOCATION & TIME, beach, november 2007
CLOTHES, all here
TAGGED, demitri!
I SAY, late. worked through my problems, and bevin's back in full-fledge!
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[Demitrius Zervos]

•• Demitri Zervos ••

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AND I SAID, I'VE GOT TO GET OUT QUICK
then you suddenly smiled, you took me by surprise[/center]

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------ Adrenaline was an amazing thing. He loved that feeling of adrenaline running high after sports or some type of physical activity and that large relaxed exhale of breath you give immediately following. It was like the law of inertia. The car may have come to a halt but your body is still pushed forward, as long as it's not too harsh of a yank, it has always been kind of fun for him. Simple pleasures Demitri appreciates without many people knowing. His secrets, I suppose. The feeling of the sand, the smell of ocean, the sound of the waves and the sweet taste of water when the body truly yearned for it. All small pleasures of the senses that people seemed to forget in a world filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. A world that was moving too fast to be slowed down. And he was part of that. He was a part of the speed that rushed around him. Six days out of the week but not Sunday. He was not a religious man but there was something to the seventh day, and the lazy Sunday that he approved of, that he decided to take advantage of. Sunday Demitri was a different person than Monday through Saturday Demitri. The only problem with Sunday!Demitri was that he had time to think. That used to be fine but now? He thought about the kid. Even when he was out there, on the waves, flying with the help of the wind, he would think about him. What he had done, what he, Demitri, had caused. He may as well have been him holding the gun.

------ Now, Monday through Saturday Demitrius Zervos could push the dead boy to the back regions of his mind much easier. He could imagine the world as he wanted it, at his fingers. He spent his money, used his girls, ran his business and everything was fine. Everything was fine. Girls were an amazing distraction from life, for the record. He has the looks anyone can see that but he is so adaptive to the people around him while still keeping to his own personal flare and individuality that he is very good with people in general and he definitely has game. I am not saying that no one dislikes him, of course some do. More alpha males who feel threatened, his teachers, the husbands of the house wives he hits on or sleeps with. Tons of the girls who he's friends with might not even like him so much if they knew his past but his actions around them are nothing but charm cut and stapled to fit their personality like a puzzle piece. He doesn't even see himself doing it, its a natural flirtation in his system. It's what got him nicknamed the Candyman back in his old school. Girls just go for him, he tends to have surplus but he doesn't like the urge to cheat so he tends to only have open relationships and flings. He is in high demand and always has a date to run off to, but he not a cheater, nor does he take advantage of girls in drunken messes, mainly because he likes his girls conscious and not vomiting on his clothes. Not a cheater, but he was a user. Which in his own mind, makes him a thousand times better a person, not quite grasping that he's still an ass.

------ Back to the present, he really hadn't noticed the girl or the personal belongings on the beach. Just goes to show you exactly how intent he was on his own thoughts and the hormones rushing through his body from his ride in the ocean. Demitri might not be a pro or anything but he was pretty damn good at his sports of choice, those of course being surfing, windsurfing and anything else that gets him out into the sun and the fresh ocean air. Put him on a basket ball court or an American football field and he might have a problem. Demitri squinted up at the bright sky as he heard a female's voice acknowledge him, "not planning on stealing my tampons are ya?" He put his hand over his eyes so that the girl was not just a shadow, and smirked slightly, "Not that time of month for me, so you're safe." He replied sarcastically before sitting up, sand sticking to the water on his back. He pushed off the sand to stand up, brushing some sand off his shoulders. "joking. i'm bevin." Demitri watched as she stuck her surf board into the sand so it stood. The girl was very pretty, in an understated natural way. I mean, very very pretty. You could definitely tell she stayed active though since she had muscle tone as opposed to the flimsy girls who relied on either self starvation or their own naturally high metabolisms.

------ The full blooded Greek nodded, "I was hoping." He replied, "I'm Demitri. And I hadn't seen you before, sort of in my own world, don't see a lot of people around this bend Sundays." He added, not used to not giving out his full name with a handshake while wearing a suit. Some days it felt as though he had born out of a GQ magazine, tie already around his neck. "you were pretty good out there. i don't see a lot of wind-surfers when i'm out here." Demitri shrugged as he eyed her board once again. "Yeah well..." He began, "it's sort of a lost art form on the west coast U.S., though I hear there are many in Florida." Demitri looked back at Bevin and smiled, "Closest I'll get to flight right?" He glanced back at her board and nodded over to it, crossing in front of her slightly, "But look at you, short board... excitement over stability, I like it."

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Devin!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to asia<3
LYRICS;; 'surprise me again' by haircut100
CLOTHES;; Mmm body, the his board
NOTES;; short, my muse was itchy.
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[Bevin Turner]

----BEVIN PULLED HER LONG BLONDE HAIR around her shoulder and squinted from the sun at the dude. thing was, she was going to have intense wrinkles around her eyes in the next twenty years. she never really used sunglasses. she either lost or broke them, eventually, her parents were just sick of buying them for her. some of her friends told her how lucky she was. that she was cute and they were jealous of her long hair. bevin would normally laugh. you didn't want her hair. yeah, sure, it might look good, but really, it was damaged from the water, the sun, even herself. she joked that while some girls' hair smelled like lavender or citrus, hers smelled of sea water. it's not that she didn't take care of herself, because she did. bevin just didn't add on all the extra crap. you know how much money she's saved by not buying make-up? besides daily moisturizer just to keep her skin healthy, she could roll in the money all her classmates used on stuff to make them pretty. and the time it took to get yourself ready. not for this turner. she rolled out of bed, showered, and was out the door, well, after putting clothes on. this was why bevin tended to befriend more boys than she did girls. she was like one of the guys. very low maintenance and she believed that was why she was always just a friend. not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just an easy lifestyle.

she was a senior now too and that meant she had to finally start figuring out what she wanted to do with her life. she could just shutter at the thought of when she was in the guidance counselor's office earlier that month to discuss her 'future.' bevin had never really given her future much of a thought. she always thought she would be doing what she normally did. surf, lifeguard, and live on the beach. only now, she would have more time to do it since she was obligated to go to school. though she has been in america for years now, she couldn't believe how important it was to everyone to go to college. more schooling, really? unless she could get a degree in surfing, she wasn't interested. thankfully, she had parents that were too laid-back to care if bevin wanted more school and it hadn't really been a topic of conversation at the dinner table yet. if it's going to be bevin's choice, then she is going to graduate from the academy and just become a professional surfer. she was very good at this water sport and always got first, second, or third when the beach held competitions. bev had met some surfers that all they do is travel in a team around the various beaches of the world and just hang out and surf. a life like that? damn, where does she sign up? but then that stiffy counselor of hers decided to inject her with an american dose of reality. that woman spouted statistics at bevin about high school degrees getting people no where and to become successful, it was vital to go to college. bevin believed she was only harping on her because of that lovely last name bev entailed.

turner. this counselor, having the privilege of being at the academy for several years, has seen all the turners go down the pipes. she thought she had it so lucky with riley. college? he went, and was currently in his last year. that same year, however, she had to deal with bevin's older brother finn, who decided to drop out the last semester of his senior year. even bevin believed that was a stupid mistake. you got that far, why quit now? last year, it was reed, who barely graduated himself before saying no to college and headed off down the road to open his bar. this year, it was bevin. next year, it would be regan. bevin seriously felt bad for this woman. bevin didn't know what regan's plans were but he was already kicked out of the academy once. bevin knew that their counselor already had predetermined thoughts on him. she was probably thinking the turners were just one big hot ass mess. which, she thought it was bullshit her family had a bad rap sheet. she didn't care to discover that they all were very good at many things. riley was excellent at writing. finn could fix cars. reed thought like a businessman. bevin could surf. regan could also, but he could play the fiddle like it was no one's business.

"Not that time of month for me, so you're safe." she could hear his sarcasm, but she stayed smiling. it was always different to meet new people on how they reacted with your own personality. the boy stood up and bevin started to asses him. not in the typical 'is he hot' fashion, but more if she was going to deem him chill. she always liked meeting people who shared the same love for the ocean as she did. that was the first wave. the second was then 'oh yeah, he is kinda attractive.' even though the dark-haired boy was, it didn't make her nervous or giggly or shy. so you were blessed with good genes? you and everyone else on this beach. he introduced himself as demitri and she naturally assumed he was naturally from here, like her. "yeah, sundays i'm not usually out till later. i'm up at my parent's motel cleaning."

[/b] she nodded her head towards the big tan building behind her. he knew his stuff too. mentioning that wind surfers aren't as common out here as say, florida. she smiled when he compared flying to wind surfing. she loved analogies like that. because being out on the water really did make you feel different. when she was high, she compared surfing to being jesus and walking on water. but really, it gave her an adrenaline rush of gliding over the water, beating the waves before you rode them. it was a great feeling. "right," she said, knowing the feeling. "But look at you, short board... excitement over stability, I like it." she looked over at her board, sticking out of the sand, when he mentioned it. yeah, surfing required a lot of balance, but she was so use to balancing from always being on a skateboard. when regan taught her to surf, it was easier for her. she knew about balancing techniques and weight distribution. it had really come down to transferring wheels on cement to water. she shrugged, "you know, something's got to excite us in life." she walked over to his board. bevin slightly wondered if demitri was one to be anal about who touched his board. she knew people that would bite her head off if she thought she could go on it. "but this,"[/b] she said grabbing the bar and pulling it up, "i think this would be hard. steering and stuff." she knew that though it might look easy, it was always hard. so what if you were holding onto something, you were still on the water. and not only that, you were battling with the wind too. she got on the board as well and looked back at him. "don't your arms kill after you come back to shore?"

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format/graphics to me. lyrics 'the great escape' - boys like girls
LOCATION & TIME, beach, november 2007
CLOTHES, all here
TAGGED, demitri!
I SAY, i'm not joking when i say i finished this in 30 minutes. her muse was just on fire.
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