Tell Me a Story

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn did feel like her power wanted to take over her, but she was not going to allow it and certainly not in the cafeteria. She had already finished up taking care of all the damage that she had done in the library. She didn't want to have to clean up anything she might destroy in the cafeteria. Plus she certainly didn't want to cause people to fear or dislike her anymore then they possibly already did. She didn't really know what people thought of her and to be honest she didn't really care. She only cared about what Zoe thought of her and as far as she could tell Zoe feared her in some kind of way. "Yes, use. She had me help pull her out of her shell, get her to accept her sexuality, and well someone to touch her or something." Devyn said as she shook her head and took yet another deep breath.

She felt like she had been used, she had to have been used if they had gone through so much together only for it all to end. For it to end over something like it did, that Zoe practically ran from her, and now was already trying to be with some else. All of it in Devyn's mind pointed to being used and while she didn't want to think that Zoe had done such a thing, it was all she could think. Devyn did lose her cool then, tossing the plate to the ground, and then going to leave. She just did not want to be here and talk about this anymore. No one understood, and certainly Beau didn't understand with his perfect life. "Right, you guys are the ideal couple." Devyn responded back when Beau said that he and Liz were something else. Right, they were perfect and Devyn could only dream to have something like they had.

Devyn left then and Beau came after, part of her wanted him to come after her and to not just let her leave. Yet, she didn't want to deal with all of this in front of people and she certainly didn't want to be in such a public location in case she did lose control. Devyn growled at Beau when he pointed out that she was getting too wrapped up in Zoe. "No one cares if I get myself hurt! I already hurt myself, I thought about hurting myself more! I had this insane idea that if I got hurt badly enough that when I would wake up in the infirmary and she would be there. She was always there when I woke up, she cared...I believed it but now...now it’s just..." Devyn yelled at first before her voice started to shake a bit as she began to rub at her eyes.

Damn she was getting emotional again and the shadows moving around pretty much gave that away. She rolled her eyes at what beau was saying but that didn't mean she was not listening. She understood his words, and she got it but she just didn't want to let go fully. "I get it Beau, I do. I just...I want her in my life. I can't...just...we were friends before it all and I would and have killed for her, heck I almost died twice and just, just...I hate talking." Devyn stumbled about her words, rubbing at her eyes some more as she turned to give her back to Beau.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau didn't know what to say about the using thing. Did he believe it? Did he agree with it? He just didn't know enough about the situation to really make those kinds of calls. He did know what his girlfriend had said, and he knew how Devyn acted. Putting those together made for an odd picture, one that made the idea of Devyn being used by anyone, least of all a meek girl like Zoe, seem particularly odd. Still, Beau knew better then to argue the point with the girl.

No one cares? "Hey now, that ain't--" began Beau, stopping as Devyn worked her way through it. Emotions, the girl was all tied up and twisted. Beau should recognize it, even if he hadn't quite gotten to that point himself. He knew how powerful affection could be, what it could do to someone when it had full hold of them. He just didn't know what he could really do to fight against it, what he should or could say.

She got it, or at least she said she did. Beau sighed, tapping at the table. "Well, talkin's better than the alternative," he pointed out, raising a finger to point at Devyn. He tapped his fingers against the table again, as if he could drum up the right words. "You don't wanna hurt yourself, an' I'm bettin' there's people that would be awful shook up if you went an' did somethin' foolish like that," Beau felt like he should be one of them. He certainly hung out with Devyn to a degree. He did know that he'd feel guilty, especially now, especially knowing what he did and having said what he'd said...

[Devyn Solway]

Beau could say whatever he liked about how people did care, but Devyn had enough against it to prove him wrong. At least in her mind she did and she had already come to accept that no one cared. The only one who ever cared about her was her father and he was dead. Then the person she thought cared left her because they could not handle Devyn being emotional about the loss of her father. Then the next could not handle that Devyn was not emotional and girly enough, and now Zoe just...Devyn didn't even know.

Either way, none of them cared and her friends list had grown small over the years and she just could not find enough reason to care about anything anymore. "I don't like talking about it. Not like anyone ever gets it. Plus how many people honestly want to hear about peoples issues? It's draining on those who don't understand." Devyn said with a deep sigh. She was trying to keep herself calm for the most part but the emotions were rising up and becoming mixed with one another. She rolled her eyes at Beau's words about how she didn't want to hurt herself.

He didn't get it. She did want to hurt herself and she would hurt herself in ways, but she could never go all the way with it. She was a coward in that regard that she could not as easily just end her existence as she could cause self-harm. "You clearly don't know the people that deal with me." Devyn said as she let out a small chuckle. She shook her head then. She always hated having any kind of pity party for herself so was just shutting up about it as best as she could now. After taking a deep breath she put her hands in her pocket and turned to look at Beau.

"You know, I can't get why you bother to even deal with me. Why do you talk to me about anything? All I can think is how you have the perfect life and it makes me want to punch you. To punch you so hard that you get knocked out and when you wake up you will realize that dealing with me is pointless when you have your perfect life to worry about." Devyn said, her green eyes turning a little darker. She didn't hate Beau, she liked the guy, and honestly did appreciate that he did talk to her, she just hated that he had a good life and that no matter how hard she tried she could not keep a relatively good life.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau winced, winced and wished yet again that he could provide some decent answers to Devyn's questions and wonders. "You could always look someone up. They got professionals an' all that are trained to handle issues like yours an' all," he nodded to the girl. "Don't gotta be no head shrink or anythin' either. Could jus' go an' find a pastor or somethin'," he added a slight shrug to that. He supposed that some of those types would probably say that Devyn was steeped in sin or whatever, but Beau still figured that was the first course to take. It was the first thing that came to his mind, especially when seeing someone going through as much emotional turmoil as Devyn.

So yeah, he definitely didn't know how people dealt with Devyn: that didn't mean that he didn't understand where she was coming from, if only in broad, general terms. He kept his gaze on her, and was about to start talking again when she bluntly offered her opinion. His mouth snapped shut and he stared, his eyes nearly going wide.

"Hey now, I ain't tryin' to---" he tried, only to stop with a look into those dark green eyes. Beau let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. He supposed he could see where she was coming from, but damn, what had he done to deserve getting shot with both barrels? "It ain't-- you jus' don't leave someone who needs help an' all. Like it or not, we got caught up together, you an' I, an' I ain't gonna let you go 'round hurtin' yourself or someone, not when i know an' can do somethin' about it. Wouldn't sit well with me," he shrugged, figuring that was all there was to it. He wouldn't call them friends, not exactly, but he didn't really dislike the girl either...

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn could not help but to let out a scoff and roll her eyes at Beau's suggestion but she should have expected it. The way Beau was raised would make it likely that he would suggest such a thing for her to do. "I would probably burst into flames as soon as I stepped into the church or the pastor would throw holy water on me." Devyn joked, chuckling a little. A church to her was probably the worst place she could go for help. She had a little bit of faith when she was little, but when the bad things started to happen at home.

When she had been too worried about telling anyone about it, she told the big guy upstairs and he did nothing. Then just over the years things just happened that made her basically not want there to be anything after death, she just wanted it to be the end. If there was, then her father had gone to heaven and she had a one way ticket to hell. She didn't want to think about that there could have been a chance she could have met her father in the afterlife but because she was a screw up, she would not. So she stuck to not thinking that there was anything after.

She honestly didn't want to really take her anger out on Beau, but it was hard not to. She really did appreciate his help but at the same time she didn't understand why he would bother. He had a good life and should worry about keeping it. it was not like he really understood her and she didn’t really get him. She didn't want a friend because of pity or anything, she wanted real friends who had her back and she had theirs. "You are going to get yourself hurt trying to stop me from doing what I want. I don't plan on hurting anyone so long as they don't puss me off." Devyn said, letting out a warning growl.

Beau was starting to piss her off now with his trying to be a good friend but his whole saying 'it would not sit right with me' felt like he didn't really care about her. He only cared about how he would feel bad if she died or something and he knew her. She could feel the shadow being pulled towards her more and she had to take a deep breath. "If you are not really my friend, if you don't see me as a friend...then don't worry about me. I don't like pity. I figure things out and get over it at some point but if not then the darkness shall do with me as it pleases." Devyn said, giving a small shrug and then scratched at her head a little.

"I'm sorry that I'm not really nice to you after you are just trying to help but...I just don’t want you wasting your time on me. Go deal with your other real friends." Devyn said, giving Beau a small wave as she turned to go back to just getting out of the building.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Don't reckon that actually happens less you want it too," drawled Beau, referencing bursting into flame. He knew several people who probably should have, but in his experience, those were usually the ones who most needed to get into the place. Even if they weren't moved by the whole spiritual nature of the place and all, they were at least surrounding themselves with people who genuinely cared about others and wanted to help them.

Much like Beau himself, though he was now wondering if he should be bothering with Devyn. There was always the saying that you couldn't help someone if they didn't want it. Devyn clearly didn't, and she clearly didn't want anyone to sit there and think poorly of her. Beau was tempted to point out that he wasn't actually doing that, that he was just empathizing, that he understood. The harsh words didn't even rile him up: he knew Devyn spoke from a place of hurt. Though Beau couldn't say for sure if they were actually friend or not, they were most definitely friendly, and they were most definitely tied together by now.

"Jus' tryin' to help you is all," he said, raising his hands, "so I guess you should jus' do what ya want. Sounds like you're gonna no matter what I say," he shrugged, raising himself. He didn't see any point in arguing with someone who was gonna plug their ears up. "If you need me or wanna talk or somethin', jus' lemme know," he said, saluting Devyn as she left before turning back to his food.