#d;paras

(☁) ; Dallas was so excited to sneak out. It had been a while since he had visited the city, being too scared to go out due to the fear of Darren being on the loose. But he missed the excitement of the city, the buzzing of the city that was bright even in the night. It wasn't long until he was ready to leave with Liza, just grabbing his phone and his wallet. He looked to Liza and gestured to the back. "We have to go through the backdoor, jump the fence of the garden and go right." He recited, having done this too many times to ever forget his way around the place. He saw that the security guards were at their post, but quickly made some noise to distract them. It wasn't long until the two managed their way outside into the garden, the two jumping the tall fence gates with ease. He looked to her, grinning. "Let's go."

(☁) ; Dallas was in his room, setting up for the intense karaoke party that he and Indie were about to have. Snacks ready, he had his iDock playing music as he started to sing, "And I need you to trust, that I'm lost and we must get past all these rules; we must choose to reach out and touch --" Right as the beat dropped, he heard someone knock, He checked the time, noting it was just the time that Indie said she'd be arriving. He opened the door to see the girl standing there and grinned. "Hey Indie! Come in."

Dallas was a mess. One gigantic and complicated mess. After the nightmare that overtook his nap, he had felt sick, both emotionally and physically. The dreamer just sighed as he found himself rubbing at his raw wrists through the dark blue jumper he had put on to hide them. He inhaled and exhaled sharply before avoiding everyone. Which was strange, seeing as usually he'd greet everyone good morning. At breakfast, he should have been hungry seeing as he puked his dinner, but he simply picked at his Nutella sandwich before shoving it away as he ignored the concerned looks of the staff. Darren’s words were echoing in his brain like a bad pop song but not nearly as catchy: "Nobody cares about you". He knew he shouldn’t think like that. He wasn’t the most optimistic person there was, but he definitely wasn’t that pessimistic. He sighed as he rubbed at his eyes, tiredly. The nap had done nothing except exhaust him more. Today he didn’t have anything planned as per usual, other than to write and sing again. But he wasn’t nearly as surprised as he should have been when he found himself down the familiar winding hallway of rooms. He walked up to the familiar door as he knocked gently. “H… H-Hey, um, D-Davis?” He called softly, still knocking. “C-Can I talk to you about something? It’s… It’s k-kinda important.” He found himself unconsciously gnawing at his bottom lip, fidgeting his hands and wrists.