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Young held his arms close to his chest, afraid of everything and anything that might happen. The cliffs were an end, a dark and dead end. One that Knox had been admiring since he'd found his rooftop heaven.
He kept admiring the fall, imagining the seconds of bliss toward the dive of darkness.
"You come here often, Red?" Young teased, looking towards the red haired girl.

A nervous laugh passed Young's lips as he followed ever so closely behind Grey. His knees shook and wobbled, swaying in a rather frightening way, it was a nervous twitch among many others from a life of worry and sorrow. Yet Tango's movements where as perfect and eccentric like the dance to which she was named after.
He watched her feet move skillfully, left, right, right, left, among the rocky ridge.
You'd never know that she'd only been here once or twice from the way she swayed.
"You don't say?", he teased, pushing a small stone over the edge with a nudge of his toe.

((I'm sorry too! Im usually always on my phone and quick to respond but I work Saturdays and Sundays so those days are the hardest to respond when I rp. Dont worry though I promise quick responses in the future :P))

Young carefully sat down beside the strange girl with the red hair and followed her gaze out toward the open sea. Now, Knox had never been a people person, it was plain to see just by simply looking at his frizzy unkempt hair and his slack nonchalant outfit choices; A baggy shirt that looked like a potato sack on his boney body and ripped jeans that were a little too snug.
But there was something about this girl that made her easy to read. And, as far as Young could tell, she wasn't always this way.
He could see in her translucent eyes how she looked out at the ocean, her mind in a different world.
"It's not all that great you know", he mumbled, kicking his feet nervously against the stone, "The mainland. As hard as it is to imagine, but believe me, it's no fairytale".

((Used too be like that for me too but I have a pretty easy course load this semester :P Writing, English and Photo back to back so it should be a breeze :P))

"True", he puzzled as his brows creased in thought, "But there is a lot worse too..."
Young's mind wandered somewhere else for a moment as it most often did, until he was brought back to the present.
"Sorry", he laughed, a sweet smile forming on his soft lips as his deep eyes found Grey's, "I'm pretty rotten company, huh? I guess the whole "anti-social" thing really comes into play when you try to be , well, social". He laughed, his shoulders relaxing and his posture loosening. Fear of the outside seemed less fearsome around Tango.
"So, Disco", he teased in his sarcastic Dutch lull, trying to find another name other than Tango, for fear that the name she'd been given would upset her, "Tell me something about yourself. And don't be boring. I'm already too boring..."

((Don't worry about it :) Post whenever you can I seriously dont mind :P))

"You've never danced?" he mused, his brows lifting in surprise. Even Young had danced once or twice in all his 16 years, of course, he couldn't remember, but he knew. He could fell it, as though if he stood up and began to waltz he'd know all the correct moves. It was a shame, that the same knowledge didn't not come with a name.
"Hmm, not to worry", he mused, "I'm sure you'd be horrible".
Knox laughed, small dimples forming in his pale cheeks as he let Grey's original proposal sink in, his mind traipsing back to the matter at hand.
"Well, I fear you'll be rather disappointed with my answers", he sung, his soft eyes meeting with his dazzling white smile as he held out his hand, a little shaky at first, "But alright, Red. You got yourself a deal".

"Hmm", Young puzzled, not truly sure where to start. What did he want to know?. Everything. Grey was unlike anyone he'd ever met on the island and he was curious about her.
"Something random, something you don't tell people often out of fear... fear that they'll judge you, or, something like that", he laughed.
"Scratch that. Tell me anything. I'm a little indecisive at the moment".

((No Problem :) same for me :P))

Young paused, let out a slow breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
"Damn", he choked, attempting a laugh that came out more like a squeak as he heard her mention his past, "mind teaching me some of that?" He mused with a raised brow.
He didn't wait for her to answer, prepared to speak and wanting to tell her something without getting too into his thoughts.
"It was bright", he smiled, his eyes trained on the ocean as he watched the waves crash against the stone, "I was raised in a different country then the one the island is closest too. But it was so warm, you always felt... Safe, even when your parents told you how dangerous the world was, you always felt protected. I guess... But I think what I remember most is the people. My parents loved America, I think, and it was were we<\i> were when we were taken. The people were so diverse and cultured, so much colour and emotion, here... It's all", he let out a small laugh before he answered, " here it's all grey".

"Hmmm", Knox thought, trying to think of the perfect question to ask such a strange girl, "Alright Disco, if you could have anything, at this moment, a material item, not a place or a living thing, just... Something... What would it be?".
It wasn't the most personal question but Young had never had much personal experience and so the way to begin, he thought, was to ask the most random questions and expect interesting answers".

"Not really no", he smiled up at her, "but it's a good answer". He couldn't take his eyes off of the girl with the short red hair as she spoke, her eyes alive with life as though she was truly curious as to who he was.
It was a strange form of socialization for Young, that was all he knew.
"Hobbies?", he questioned folding his hands in his lap in an effort to stop his jitters, "Well I paint some times. Well, draw is a better word for it, the scientists are too cheap to provide the paint", he laughed a little too loud, "it helps with my memory... kinda"

"Sorry i'm so fidgety" he laughed, letting go of his hands and taking a deep breath, "I just... it's been a long time since i've had a friend".
Trying to ignore the reoccurring memories beginning to surface.
"But yeah, I draw and stuff. They aren't very good", he blushed, massaging the back of his neck with a less shaky hand, "Basically just a bunch of scribbles on my wall that don't even make sense to me most of the time. How about you? What do you do for fun? Aside from, well you know, hang out on the edge of steep cliffs".

"I'll show you sometime", he blushed, a little self-conscious as usual. But mainly, he was trying to avoid answering her question, "And I wouldn't call it art, just... scribbles".
He took one last deep breath, before deciding what he would do.
"Okay", he began, immediately regretting his decision, "I don't remember much from before. I mean, I remember flashes, light and a few scenes but they aren't in order, like a puzzle someone fooled around with. Anyway, when I was thirteen I was taken. We were in America on vacation, my family and I. They needed two new experiments and I guess... my brother and I were perfect. He was four years older than I, he liked hockey, and girls. He was the favourite in the family. And he was strong, stronger than me... He tried to fight back, they killed him and then everything went... white. I don't know my name... i don't even know my own name", tears stung Young's eyes as he relieved his brothers demise.
"I remembered Knox though... It was his name... It's the only name I want to remember, because... well, i'm afraid i'll forget it..."

Young couldn't help but smile, wiping the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Yeah", he sniffed, regretting the tears that slid down his cheeks, "I'm sorry... I... Don't talk about this often".
He looked out at the ocean, his mind clouded, beginning to shut down.
"I... I think I should probably go", he sniffed, embarrassed and ashamed.

"It's oka", he sniffed, "It's... it's alright. I'm fine. I just think I should go". And with that Young spun on his heels, perhaps a little too fast because his foot caught on a loose rock and he began to tumble backwarrds.