Dorian's Corner

if you want to reach me, leave me alone

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[dorian-j-woods]

Allow Me To Introduce Myself… Mr. Right || Dorian + Scarlette

[noscarlette]

Fingers fumbling around a screwdriver, nimble yet experienced, Dorian soon had her phone back in one piece. Taken aback by this sudden display, it took Scarlette a moment to compose her face again, after what must have looked like irritation - often her confused facial expression was mistaken for anger - before she dropped her eyes to glance at her phone he had just shoved in her hand, now fully functional. Perhaps a little lacking in social decorum, but this kid knew what he was doing - this was his element, it seemed.

A second later had him offering her an apple, and she wondered just what she had done to deserve such a gesture. It was as though her normal aroma of ‘stay away - does not play nice with others’ had no effect on Dorian, water off a duck’s back, to use a metaphor.

"Thanks," she muttered, attempting a smile whilst taking the apple. She didn't really know what to say, and Dorian had so far filled in more than both parts of the conversation.

[dorian-j-woods]

"That's okay, my dad buys them in tons even though they cost a fortune but he got on this health trip a couple of months back. I think he read it in Cosmo (yes, I know - weird right - he never cancelled the subscription after mum died and I think I secretly loves it...anyway) and all of a sudden every consumable good in the entire house has to be organic and fair trade and non enriched and I don't know... it's annoying sometimes. Did you know that there is a thing called veggie bacon? Seriously...why would anyone..."

Just then Dorian all off a sudden realized that he was babbling out the most unimportant details of his boring life to a near complete stranger on the street like a waterfall.

What was even weirder than the sheer fact that he was actually talking to a near complete stranger on the street, was the fact that it (if he was totally honest with himself) did not feel weird at all. If anything, it felt...well, for lack of better words 'normal'.

This word usually didn't exists in the Dorian universe and this just added more perplexity to the already jumbled mess that was his mind at the moment. The distinct lack of experience when it comes to interacting with other people made it nearly impossible for Dorian to draw up on knowledge from previous social encounters and therefore extremely hard to come up with an acceptable reply. He did for the first time he could remember actually feel like spending more time with another person but a voice in the back of his had also reminded him that it was nearly six o'clock which is when the library would close and he really wanted to get that book.

"Do you want to come to the library with me?".

[dorian-j-woods]

Allow Me To Introduce Myself… Mr. Right || Dorian + Scarlette

[noscarlette]

The response was a startled outburst of mild outrage, as though for a moment he had found her a culprit in some terrible prank, but no, his exclamation seemed more a release of pent-up irritation than anything, and not, as it might have seemed, directed at Scarlette. Eyes wide open, Dorian continued in an animated manner, mimicing what must have been a prior conversation, something that he seemed to be having trouble believing. A second he took, to breathe, she thought, or rather to pause and ponder - his eyes glossing over momentarily. There was something refreshingly unusual about the boy before her; as though she could see the cogs whirring in his brain as his mind went through endless thoughts, notions and memories a mile a minute. So full of energy, nervous, barely reigned in. In a town of centuries-old undead and alpha personalities, this comparative innocence made her smile internally. And boy, he really did like to talk. Once he got going, there was no stopping him.

Introducing himself again - Dorian Woods - Scarlette blinked; they had already met of course, but his repetition only emphasised his boyish nature. Still, she was surprised at the hand he offered her, as though it was a foreign object and not a social custom. Then he spoke again, his voice rising slightly in pitch as his movements became anxious, twitchy, and panic gradually creeped into his words. Producing an apple - did he carry them everywhere? - Dorian was restless an instant later, repeating his last statement as if in desperation. Scarlette thought it best to put him out of his misery, opting not for one of her trademark sarcastic remarks, but instead something a little more friendly.

"You have a serious problem if you let yourself get dragged into stuff that easily."

Well, at least she tried.

[dorian-j-woods]

'Library girl' broke the mental argument Dorian was just having with his father and that he might actually would have had once home if he would have been the person who argued with his parents, or friends, or people. But since he usually avoided talking to other beings in general and under all circumstances, the longest argument he could remember having was about a year ago with his old toaster which no matter the set intensity, just decided that Dorian apparently liked his toast burned to stone hard coal.

As Dorian's thoughts slowly began to drift back to reality, he found himself re-evaluating the current situation and to his astonishment came to the (slightly frightening) conclusion, that at this very moment he was having an actual real life conversation with another person. Not only that, but apparently he was not even doing that bad since said person hasn't turned around and walked away yet, or thrown something in his face, or both.

He slowly (this time consciously) once again took in 'library-direction-girls' features and as the realization of her beauty slowly settled in his mind, his brain was all but ready to switch back into awkward-shy mode. His cheeks already started to turn pink when his gaze suddenly fell on the little poorly beaten device she was clutching tight in her right hand as if she wanted to strangle it.

This was all it took for Dorian's inner geek to take over and within a second he had analysed the entire situation. Another second and his mind already came up with 9 different scenarios of what could have happened to the poor little Samsung and how to undo the damage. Not bothering to say anything or even to indicate his intentions he just reached out and took the device away from the startled-looking girl whose face all of sudden mirrored one of a wild dog ready to bounce and go for his throat.

This look would have send shivers down the spine of even the most fearless being, but Dorian didn't even concessionally register it. In a fraction of the time it had taken him to fish for the apple earlier, he produced one of his little screwdrivers from his backpack, in one smooth movement that surprised even him, inserted it into the tiny hole on the bottom of the device and reconnected the panel sensor firmly back to the main board. Another second and the device was back in the girl's hand.

"There you go," Dorian said, after placing it back in her hand. Realizing that he had also unconsciously taken out another apple while hunting for his tools he felt rude not to offer any.

"Apple?" - Just in case the one worded question was not understood properly he quickly added, "They are really delicious, Granny Smith from Whole foods!"

[dorian-j-woods]

Allow Me To Introduce Myself… Mr. Right || Dorian + Scarlette

[noscarlette]

The deal Scarlette had made this past moon was one she had not yet fulfilled, and she was at least a little surprised that the deal-maker in question had not yet come to collect. He didn’t exactly seem the type to let people go after they owed him something… Whatever the case, she was glad, though she dared not hope that it was really over. Just because she hadn’t seen him didn’t mean he wasn’t coming. Nevertheless, there was a lightness in her breathing, a calm that had not been there for quite a long time now. Whim had decided she needed a walk, and she had taken the forest route to the centre of town, the one she loved best.

The trees closely condensed around her had reminded Scarlette of something too. The idea of joining the pack had once again arisen, though her indecisiveness on the matter had so far stopped her from making anything official. Her heart was leaning towards accepting, warming to the idea of having some sort of family, stronger than blood. People like her. It was so very enticing.

Reaching the high street, she stopped for a brief moment. A familiar scent tickled her senses, and she erred on the side of caution, waiting where she was until the feeling passed. Leaning back against a wall, her hand slid into her pocket to check her phone. Since rejoining Crystal Cove’s residents, it seemed that it was more often occupied than what she was used to. The first time it rang, she must have stared at it for a good five minutes, as it was such an unfamiliar sound. Now however, the device was being uncooperative, the screen remaining blank despite her efforts. To be fair, she had lost the thing in the forest once, and not found it until a day later. She had been rather preoccupied at the time - turning into a wolf. 

Just then, something caught in her periphery. She risked a quick glance around, but it was nothing. Just one of the new kids. What was his name? Whatever. She dropped her gaze once more for a moment, half-noticing his uninterrupted gaze - she could feel his eyes were still on her, but she paid it no attention. Until it got annoying. Meeting his eyes, she looked at his unchanging expression. Had he zoned out? His mind off on some adventure that didn’t take place on this particular high street? Why was he staring at her?

"Take a picture, it’ll last longer," she quipped.

[dorian-j-woods]

‘Library-directions-girl’ finally broke the silence and thankfully with it, the spell of awkwardness that had befallen Dorian for what seemed an eternity now. Under any other circumstances this would have been the cue for Dorian’s face to turn red, his mouth to mumble some indistinguishable words whilst his feet would struggle to figure out in which direction to flee. If today has proved to be anything so far though, it was the fact that apparently the Universe had forgotten the meaning of the word ‘ordinary’. So keeping in-line with that theme, Dorian, instead of switching into awkward-shy mode, found himself in confident-talking mode something he hadn’t even known existed before now.

‘Exactly, this is exactly how it all started!’ he blurted out, still the same look on his face, thankfully without the added creep factor since his lips were actually moving now.

‘Dorian, can you take a few pictures for Mrs. Wilson please’ - ‘Well, of course I can, I love taking pictures so how can I say no, right?’ Dorian once again thought back to the conversation he just had with his father about two hours earlier. Did he miss something?? I mean granted, he was for the most part thinking about which type of interface to use for his ongoing robot project but his thoughts always evolved around those sort of things - up until then he prided himself in the fact that he was more than able to still pick up all the essentials in every conversation even if only allocating it around 5 % of his attention (Dorian was not particularly fond of conversations, you see).

Apparently an extra percent would have made a lot of difference today because even after going over the mental evidence for the hundredth time, Dorian was still pretty sure that he agreed to a photo-gig (secretly proud to be able to finally have a genuine reason to take his newly acquired DSLR out in public)

He suddenly noticed ‘library-girl's’ confused look and his brain automatically kicking into introduction mode as he realized that this stranger probably won’t remember him.

‘That’s me by the way - Dorian I mean - Dorian Woods’ - Dorian automatically stretched out his hand but even though ‘library-directions-girl’ only looked slightly more unsettled by this as though the concept of a handshake was a foreign concept to her, he didn’t even consciously register that and just kept on talking.

‘So I am dancing now - can you believe that?!?!’ - A wave of adrenaline mixed with anxiety washed over Dorian and he finally retreated his outstretched hand, fumbled around with his backpack a few moments and finally produced an apple. The familiar sweet taste after the first bite, calmed him down just a little bit but he still was not sure of what to make of the past 60 minutes. How did this happen, how? ‘Can you??’ he asked again, this time with some added panic to his voice that hadn't been there just a moment ago.

[dorian-j-woods]

Allow Me To Introduce Myself… Mr. Right || Dorian + Scarlette

There had exactly been two occasions in Dorian's life were he had found himself in the situation of being faced with a problem that could not be solved with the use of his analytically thinking mind. The first one was about 10 years ago when he refused to eat his Brussel sprouts. Dorian actually loved Brussel sprouts but his then best friend Scooter (who for some reason was only known under that name, even by his teachers) told him that apparently you are supposed to hate them. So Dorian decided to do what any good friend would do in such a situation and swore off eating Brussel sprouts forever then and there. The genuine mystery unfolded itself about a minute after he initiated the first step of fulfilling this promise, when his mother told him in a strict and firm voice: “Dorian Woods, you will eat your Brussel sprouts now or all the children in Africa will die.” Shocked at this revelation, Dorian immediately began eating his beloved sprouts with the added taste of a little guilt after each bite, for having broken a promise to himself that fast. He spent the following week researching this phenomenon in his schools library but could not for the life of it, find any logical connection between Africa's starving youth and his favourite vegetable.

The second time Dorian was faced with a sheer unsolvable situation was 2 years later when Amanda Bloomwood, a girl he never spoke to before, suddenly came up to him during a free period and called him ‘stupid face’. He spend weeks analysing the sheer randomness of the comment as well as all of his past actions that could have led to this incident but was not able to come up with any sort of satisfactory explanation.

More than eight years have past since then, but not even a postcard depicting a Brussel sprout sent from Amanda herself out of some African country could have surprised him more than what had unfolded itself within the past hour. Somehow Dorian went from assistant technician to ‘dance partner’ without actually doing anything. He was just leaving the dance studio, trying to order the messy heap that resembled his thoughts while opening the Wikipedia article on the history of waltz on his phone (I mean, if you are forced take part in a 16th century dance you can at least be prepared, right?) when he, just after nearly crashing into a lamp post, looked up and was all of a sudden staring directly into the eyes of a girl that his brain had filed away under ‘friendly - hopefully won’t get sick - library directions person. There was no way given his current state of mind, that he could ever come up with a name to this still pale but extremely beautiful face, so being his awkward self he just kept staring at her without saying anything.

[dorian-j-woods]

noscarlette:

Really? Yeah you should totally go for that. Um…

Thanks? Or something? I’m just… pale. Hey, weren’t you looking for the library? Because it’s the other way.

Oh, yes thank you very much! I would have walked off in the complete wrong direction again, like always - I am really bad with directions you know! My dad always says that I got that from my mum...never really knew her though. Anyway, I still don't think that this is a healthy look....maybe you should eat something? Here, wait... take an apple *awkwardly unpacks apple from his backpack and hands it to Scarlette* 

It's really good! Organic, Fair Trade and everything! My dad is obsessed with WholeFoods for some reason. Anyway, I have to go now! Bye! Oh, and I am Dorian, Dorian Woods...did I mention that before...I donno, I sometimes forget, anyway..nice to meet you! Bye

[dorian-j-woods]

eliza-caine:

English has never been my strong suit, so you got me there. I’m Eliza Caine, nice to meet you Dorian. I… Um.. The library, yes. It’s just a few streets over and on your left. Are you new to town?

Oh, no problem - if you ever need help you can always come to me. For English tutoring I mean, or Maths...or both. Oh, but I am not saying that you are stupid of course..sorry - you are probably really smart - I mean you ARE smart. You have a smart face and everything, which is a good thing and pretty... you have a pretty face...

Also, I need to go now....thank you very much for the directions! You are a really nice person! Bye! Oh, and I am Dorian... Dorian Woods! But I think I already told you that, didn't I? I donno...anyway...bye!

[dorian-j-woods]

noscarlette:

Aw, right. That’s a shame…

Scarlette.

Well yeah, but Mr. Barnes said - that's my English teacher by the way, well English and History, but I don't really think he is that great when it comes to History - anyway, he said that I would probably have won if I would have stayed.

That's why I decided to build a robot. Because there is this huge robo-cub coming up and if you qualify locally you get to go to the finals in Vegas! But you need a team though which is going to be really tough, I think...well for me it is... do you like robots? I think I already ask you that....just forget it. Anyway, I'm gonna go now. Nice to meet you! Also, you might wanna see a doctor about your white face. I mean your face is fine of course, just the colour... I mean I do like your colour of course and your face, you have a lovely face! But you look sick, or ill like my mom and she is not doing well atm. Ok, bye! And thank you!

[dorian-j-woods]

noscarlette:

You like to talk a lot, don’t you?

No, actually I prefer writing. There was this great big competition going on back home right before I left...Portland-home that is not here-home. I am from Portland btw, did I mention that? Anyway, so I entered this amazing little short story about this race that lives underwater - I even invented a whole little language and everything. And guess what, I got shortlisted for the finales, which is were you read like a little abstract of your story and there is a live audience that can vote and also judges and it is AWESOME! But I couldn't go in the end, because of my dad and well, I am here now...so yeah....I forgot what I was saying. I am Dorian by the Way.

[tuckerbraxton]

Sleeping in sheds are not exactly a five star residence. No continental breakfast.

[dorian-j-woods]

I think what you were trying to say is that 'sleeping in a shed can't be compared to sleeping in a five star residence'. Am I right? Sorry, but your use of grammar is really bad. What school are you going to? You know, back in Portland I used to tutor people in English... and Maths....I really love Maths. I am Dorian btw. So why did you sleep in a shed? Sorry, that's private I guess - just ignore that.. and me...Ok, I am going now.

Uhh...before I forget, could you maybe tell me were in this town the library is because I have been lost literally for hours now? I am Dorian btw. - wait, I think I already said that - did I already say that?

[noscarlette]

*laughs at him* Are you for real?

[dorian-j-woods]

Oh, yes of course! Allow me to elaborate: see, the moving company we hired "The Movers and Shakers" somehow lost one of our boxes, well one of my boxes to be more exact and now I am missing among other things, my 'Introduction to Electrodynamics' book which is really important to me!

I am going to build a robot you see. Do you like robots? It is a funny name though, right?? 'The Movers and Shakers' I mean not the book - that's why I talked my dad into choosing them even though they were a tad more expensive. I can honestly say that I can't recommend them though.

[noscarlette]

[dorian-j-woods]

Oh no, are you alright? You look like you may not be feeling all that great! My mom had the exact same look on her face a few days ago and shortly after started to burn up so fast that it literally rivaled our central heating.. I never had central heating before... it's weird... but you probably know that as I guess you are living here? Or not? I'm not.. I mean I am now, but I wasn't... living here I mean.

I am Dorian btw...as in Dorian Grey, you know...like the book.. Except that my surname is not Grey which I guess makes this a useless analogy. Do you like Oscar Wilde? Stupid question...I mean questions...ignore that, or me....yes ignore me, but speaking of books - would you might be so kind and point me in the direction of the library because I am really lost.

[dorian-j-woods]

Excuse me Miss, could you maybe point me in the direction of the library?

[entrgalactic]

[axkar]

[crystalcove-archived]

[dorian-j-woods]

Bentley Dorian Woods ◆ 17 ◆ Human ◆ Dylan O’brien  ◆ Taken

"I am 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, sarcasm is my only defense"

Background:

Bentley’s early life was a jumbled mess. There were complications during his delivery, and though Bentley was born healthy and happy his mother passed away shortly after. She’d lived long enough to hold him once and name him, but did not reach the next morning. At the time Bentley’s father was in Africa. He was a marine and had been deployed a month into his wife’s pregnancy. 

After Julia’s death his father returned home to bury her and attempt to be a single father. After the first month he realized he couldn’t do it alone. He requested to return to duty. Paul left his only son with his own mother who’d been hesitant to take the infant. From that moment on Bentley was passed around between various family members all over the state of Maine. 

The boy was naturally a handful to all who took him in. Though it wasn’t entirely his fault. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, but his ADHD made it difficult for him to focus enough to try. Trouble and Bentley were almost synonymous with each other throughout his childhood. His father would show up occasionally at the request of his relatives in hopes of making Bentley “get his act together”. But this only aided Bentley in his silent resentment of his absentee father. 

He was sixteen when his father finally decided to stop running from his responsibilities as a parent. They stayed in Portland with Bentley’s grandmother for a year before the former Master Sergeant found a job in the small town of Crystal Creek, where his younger brother lived. Just a few months back the town lost its loyal Chief Greyson in a mysterious accident, Bentley’s father immediately accepted the job offer and moved himself and his reluctant son to the town with no idea of what they are really in for.

Personality:

Bentley is, for a lack of better words, loud and socially awkward to say the least. Because of his unusual childhood Bentley has grown quite defensive in the form of heavy sarcasm. But don’t let that fool you. Beneath his unfocused thoughts and abrasive personality is a clever young man. His endless and sometimes obsessive curiosity is almost always combatant with his ADHD, and it’s not unlike him to abuse his medication at times. Despite his initial awkward interactions with most, Bentley is a loyal and determined friend who will refuse to give up.