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The first ever roleplaying blog in which the muse is Dave Gahan, lead singer and frontman of the band Depeche Mode. I don't know the real Dave or have any connection with him. Everything here is fiction. Please have patience with my English, it is not A+, but I can do it. Read "The Muse" page before start roleplaying.

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

Dave wished he had another choice than facing Alan. He was just not ready to look in his eyes again. But he needed to lie down. He got out of the bathroom giving his back to his visitor, holding the towel around him with one hand and went straight to the mattress placed in his living room.

Alan bit his lip in worry at the pale, skinny man that passed him by. He peeked into the bathroom and got a basin, then took it next to Dave’s bed. Just in case. He sat on the carpet and stayed silent for a moment. “Can I stay and take care of you. This will take time.”

"You can stay as long as you like", Dave seemed irritated when he spoke, and didn’t make eye contact. He was trying not to say much. He was tired, dehydrated and weak.

"Alright then, very long," Alan said calmly. He pulled a cover over Dave and opened him a bottle of water. He carefully got the hair away from Dave’s face and withdrew his hand.

"Don’t touch me, Al. Please.", calmly protested Dave, even though he wanted his touch so much and appreciated the care Alan had for him. He took the bottle and sipped from it several times, before returning it to Alan. Dave thanked for the blanket and laid his head on a fluffy pillow. "You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve it."

"No one deserves it. I’m a friend," Alan said simply, looked down at his watch and took it off. He raised it in the air to show David that he didn’t care about the time he’d pass with his friend. "I missed you," he said, looking at the opposite wall."

Dave observed well when Alan took off his watch. He was just too exhausted to say anything else or to make any gesture. Dave stood up, flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom. After staying still and not taking his eyes from Alan's, he yawned, went to living room and dragged his mattress with him to the garden in the back of the house. He wanted to take a nap under the sun, imagining that like magic it's rays would give him the strength he needed to make it through another day without the nasty heroin. He would just throw the mattress anywhere on the grass and immediately fell on it, as if he was falling on clouds. He sighed loudly, feeling the heat. He was waiting for Alan to join him, it was a beautiful sunny day to waste inside of an empty lifeless home.

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

Dave wished he had another choice than facing Alan. He was just not ready to look in his eyes again. But he needed to lie down. He got out of the bathroom giving his back to his visitor, holding the towel around him with one hand and went straight to the mattress placed in his living room.

Alan bit his lip in worry at the pale, skinny man that passed him by. He peeked into the bathroom and got a basin, then took it next to Dave’s bed. Just in case. He sat on the carpet and stayed silent for a moment. “Can I stay and take care of you. This will take time.”

"You can stay as long as you like", Dave seemed irritated when he spoke, and didn’t make eye contact. He was trying not to say much. He was tired, dehydrated and weak.

"Alright then, very long," Alan said calmly. He pulled a cover over Dave and opened him a bottle of water. He carefully got the hair away from Dave’s face and withdrew his hand.

"Don't touch me, Al. Please.", calmly protested Dave, even though he wanted his touch so much and appreciated the care Alan had for him. He took the bottle and sipped from it several times, before returning it to Alan. Dave thanked for the blanket and laid his head on a fluffy pilow. "You're too good for me. I don't deserve it."

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

"Please, no… I don’t wanna make the news again just because of a puke". After a minute he got up again and stumbled to the door. He didn’t want to open it. He was looking even more sick and pale than the other day. "This is what happens when I stay away from heroin too long".

Alan leaned his forehead to the wall right next to the door. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Dave wished he had another choice than facing Alan. He was just not ready to look in his eyes again. But he needed to lie down. He got out of the bathroom giving his back to his visitor, holding the towel around him with one hand and went straight to the mattress placed in his living room.

Alan bit his lip in worry at the pale, skinny man that passed him by. He peeked into the bathroom and got a basin, then took it next to Dave’s bed. Just in case. He sat on the carpet and stayed silent for a moment. “Can I stay and take care of you. This will take time.”

"You can stay as long as you like", Dave seemed irritated when he spoke, and didn't make eye contact. He was trying not to say much. He was tired, dehydrated and weak.

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

"Don’t come in here!" , Dave cried. His chin was touching the toilet border.

Dave’s voice had a ceramic echo. “OK, I’m outside. Should I call an ambulance?”

"Please, no… I don’t wanna make the news again just because of a puke". After a minute he got up again and stumbled to the door. He didn’t want to open it. He was looking even more sick and pale than the other day. "This is what happens when I stay away from heroin too long".

Alan leaned his forehead to the wall right next to the door. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Dave wished he had another choice than facing Alan. He was just not ready to look in his eyes again. But he needed to lie down. He got out of the bathroom giving his back to his visitor, holding the towel around him with one hand and went straight to the mattress placed in his living room.

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

The door opened with the breeze.

Dave was in the bathroom, taking a quick cold shower. As soon as he finished, he put a towel around his waist, fast, and felt on his knees to vomit inside the toilet.

There was no mistaking that sound. Food going up the wrong end. Alan knocked at the bathroom door. “Dave? Tell me you’re conscious!” It was a silly question, but that was what he needed to know.

"Don’t come in here!" , Dave cried. His chin was touching the toilet border.

Dave’s voice had a ceramic echo. “OK, I’m outside. Should I call an ambulance?”

"Please, no... I don't wanna make the news again just because of a puke". After a minute he got up again and stumbled to the door. He didn't want to open it. He was looking even more sick and pale than the other day. "This is what happens when I stay away from heroin too long".

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

"I tried my best not to want to talk to you, but I can’t.", he spoke nervously, pausing in each word. "I’m having this weird intense sweating."

That was all he needed. “Hold on, I’m coming.” He shut the phone and ran out of the hotel into a taxi. Some ten minutes later he was at Dave’s door, eyebrows furrowed in worry and hands nervously folding and unfolding the end of his shirt.

The door opened with the breeze.

Dave was in the bathroom, taking a quick cold shower. As soon as he finished, he put a towel around his waist, fast, and felt on his knees to vomit inside the toilet.

There was no mistaking that sound. Food going up the wrong end. Alan knocked at the bathroom door. “Dave? Tell me you’re conscious!” It was a silly question, but that was what he needed to know.

"Don't come in here!" , Dave cried. His chin was touching the toilet border.

#awilderrp #free or not

Free. Or not. (closed rp)

Dave shouted a sequence of bad words when he heard the phone ringing. He knew who it was and if he didn’t pick up Alan would come over and make him feel even worse about himself. He didn’t even say hello. Dave just breathed loudly through the phone.

"Dave?" Alan became worried with the heavy breathing. "Are you alright?"

"I tried my best not to want to talk to you, but I can’t.", he spoke nervously, pausing in each word. "I’m having this weird intense sweating."

That was all he needed. “Hold on, I’m coming.” He shut the phone and ran out of the hotel into a taxi. Some ten minutes later he was at Dave’s door, eyebrows furrowed in worry and hands nervously folding and unfolding the end of his shirt.

The door opened with the breeze.

Dave was in the bathroom, taking a quick cold shower. As soon as he finished, he put a towel around his waist, fast, and felt on his knees to vomit inside the toilet.

#awilderrp #free or not

Free. Or not. (closed rp)

Early that morning, Dave went out to check his mail. Whenever he did that, he had a gun in his pants. A paranoia he had developed in the past 2 weeks or so. Now his thoughts were more intense. If his “friends” had the courage to break into his home, why not they would come later to take his life? He wanted to talk about that to somebody, to share his fears, and he knew Alan would listen, but he didn’t want to call him. He was still feeling hurt and frustrated with what happened the other day. ” I wanna talk, but I don’t wanna hear his voice…” , thought Dave, confused and curious why he had started sweating for no reason. He sat somewhere near the phone, but only stared at it.

Dave was supposed to call. But what if Dave called while Alan was outside? And he couldn’t sit in that room and watch telly all day.

"That’s not what I travelled all this way for," he mumbled and he was taking the receiver and dialling the number.

Dave shouted a sequence of bad words when he heard the phone ringing. He knew who it was and if he didn’t pick up Alan would come over and make him feel even worse about himself. He didn’t even say hello. Dave just breathed loudly through the phone.

"Dave?" Alan became worried with the heavy breathing. "Are you alright?"

"I tried my best not to want to talk to you, but I can't.", he spoke nervously, pausing in each word. "I'm having this weird intense sweating."

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Free. Or not. (closed rp)

David tried not to shut the door when Alan left. He took a cigar and a lighter from his pocket and walked across the mansion. There was a small garden behind the backdoor. He sat like an indian on the grass, smoked a little and look down to his crotch, still rigid. “Why do you always get me into trouble?”. If his dick could answer, it would tell him he was wrong to try rushing Alan. That’s not how you prove him you’ve always been in love with him, but never knew what to do about it, and still doesn’t.

Dave cried silently right there where he was, until Jonathan came back, bringing his lunch. He wiped his tears and went back inside to eat. He told about Alan stopping by, although he didn’t get into details. Jonathan noticed Dave he needed to fly to New York the next day for a few days to solve Depeche Mode related problems and he felt relieved that Alan could keep him company. “Just don’t do drugs”, asked the manager before leaving the mansion once again. Dave couldn’t sleep that night ‘cause he wouldn’t stop thinking about Alan.

The first thing Alan looked at when he went back to his hotel room was the phone. And he developed an attachment to it. He’d glance at it from time to time while watching satellite TV or reading. He looked directly at it when he woke up the next morning. He got up and showered with the door slightly open.

Early that morning, Dave went out to check his mail. Whenever he did that, he had a gun in his pants. A paranoia he had developed in the past 2 weeks or so. Now his thoughts were more intense. If his “friends” had the courage to break into his home, why not they would come later to take his life? He wanted to talk about that to somebody, to share his fears, and he knew Alan would listen, but he didn’t want to call him. He was still feeling hurt and frustrated with what happened the other day. ” I wanna talk, but I don’t wanna hear his voice…” , thought Dave, confused and curious why he had started sweating for no reason. He sat somewhere near the phone, but only stared at it.

Dave was supposed to call. But what if Dave called while Alan was outside? And he couldn’t sit in that room and watch telly all day.

"That’s not what I travelled all this way for," he mumbled and he was taking the receiver and dialling the number.

Dave shouted a sequence of bad words when he heard the phone ringing. He knew who it was and if he didn't pick up Alan would come over and make him feel even worse about himself. He didn't even say hello. Dave just breathed loudly through the phone.

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Prom/Closed

Dave was driving a vintage old Cadillac and at 8:25 that night he stopped in front of Ponny’s house. He was excited and hoped she would see him from her bedroom window. He wore a white suit as he said he would and a red tie to match Ponny’s dress.

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Ponny looked out the window and saw daves car. She checked herself in the mirror to make sure everything looked perfect before she walked outside to dave that waited for her. Smiling gently she opened the car door and placed herself in the seat. She closed the door and buckled herself looking over at david. He wore a white suit and a red tie to mach her red long dress. ” Looking handsome dave ” she said smiling.

"I know", giggled Dave, "but you look stunning!". He kissed her in cheek, buckled his seatbelt and turned on the engine. He wondered for how long he should still wait to kiss her lips. "So, let’s chat bit. Since when do you go to that snack bar, where I met you for the first time?"

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Ponny laughed a little and looked at him smiling ” thank you ” she said blushing slightly at his words and kiss. ” Why wouldnt i go there? I get free snacks ” She said smiling at the male. ” Why do you go there?” she asked holding her black purse on her lap.

Because he was paying attention on traffic, he didn’t look at her to answer. “You get free snacks? What is your secret?”, he joked. “Actually, I like the food. Good cooks.”

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Ponny laughed a little ” I dont know. I just get it ” She said looking at the road. ” I like it too but I really miss the milkshake they used to have ” She said. She could see her school not far away. She felt kind of nervous. What if she got laughed about because of what she had on? What if?

"Well, I know a place who makes the best strawberry milkshake in London! I can take you there… if you want, another day."

Dave was looking for a place to park, since he was approaching the school perimeter.

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" I would love to " She said looking at Dave with a smile. He have always been so nice to her. She felt like she didnt deserve his kindness at all. She got out of the car when he had parked. She looked around smiling. This was a night she wouldnt forget.

Dave locked his vehicle and noticed other couples arriving and parking nearby. He definitely looked different from them all and was a bit worried if Ponny would feel bothered with all the looks they would receive. “C’mon, let’s go inside”, Dave made a gesture with his head.

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Ponny looked over at Dave with a smile. She slowly placed her hand in his. ” Lets go ” She said before she started to walk to the door with dave after her. She smiled and didnt care about the looks. She wanted a good time with Dave. Thats all she wanted.

Dave felt flattered with the way things were going. He was happy Ponny was a calm and easy going girl, she never put difficulties into anything she did, and that was what attracted him the most in her. She was beautiful and a pleasant person to be with. Music was playing and people were already dancing, while others were just sitting and eating and drinking.

"What do you wanna do, Ponny, drink or dance?"

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