We're Stuck Inside This Salted Earth Together

[~*Malec*~]

" i'm going to smile like nothings wrong,
talk like everythings perfect,
act like it's all a dream,
and pretend it's not hurting me...."

Things haven't been going smoothly lately with...well pretty much anyone . All you can think is that Its because somewhere along the lines you messed up. And you blame yourself for everything that goes wrong. And no one is stepping in to explain to you whats really happening and even if they do, it doesnt seem to help get rid of the feeling. Your not sure you want to stay alive. Heck your minds telling you over and over that your messing things up just by exsisting. You've got battle scars, marks all over the place that have kept you alive in a way you can't explain. At least, for the moment. It seems like no one cares about you. Your of a different orientation and that's not normal so why should they like you? Your teachers, parents, even the little friends you have don't see what your doing to yourself. Their too lost in their own minds and thoughts to even notice what your going through. You've got a metronome it seems, one that's ticking every beat of your life as it slowly comes to a stop. Or will it? Could there possibly be someone out there to help you? To notice your hurt and take you away from it all, someone to explain to you that its not really your fault? Or will it be too late?

(author's note: this was originally going to be an RP but no one joined so i decided to change it into a story. PM me for critiques and comments please.)

[~*Malec*~]

Name/age/orientation/ description.

Pyry Pekkanen/ 17/ gay/ A boy born in Helsinki, Finland who moved to America for reasons unknown to him. He battles the guilt of believing that he is the cause for the sudden inability to make money in his family as well as other guilts of being selfish, a parasite, when around others. he is quiet at times, struggling with trying to master English as well.

Jared Burnside/ 16/ gay/ A boy who was bounced around from doctor to doctor and given a variety of diagnoses of which may or may not be true. he takes things to heart and therefore has a hard time with self esteem, believing and giving into anything people say about him. He hides behind a fun personality and breaks down when he is alone, letting everything out only with the company of himself.





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+--->crush on
‡no longer together.

[~*Malec*~]

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[~*Malec*~]

All They Know About You Is ✄-------

Your Name: Pyry Pekkanen

Your Age: 17

Your Body Modifications: scars, snake bites, nose ring, and a tattoos on his wrists hidden by bracelets

Your Nationality: born in Helsinki, Finland

But They Never Will Know ☠xxxxxxxx

Your Personality: Pyry is the quiet one who is usually found drawing or scratching on wood if he is given the chance. He is sweet but doesn't talk often. He sees the world from a different light and tends to interpret it ' poetically' if thats what you want to call it. His advice is normally stuff that you have to think hard about. otherwise he keeps to himself a lot of the time.

Your History: Pyry had a normal history although his parents nor friends knew his orientation. even if they had it wouldnt have mattered since it was normal to see same gender couples on the streets or at the parade they held. However, it was different when his parents had to move to America to find work.This was hard for Pyry because it was a new place and he wasnt excepted as freely as he had been in Finland. He was constantly bullied at school for his accent, his poor english, and his orientation. his parents were haveing a problem finding a job, money was tight. The bullying progressed and the self harm soon followed. He blamed hismelf for the fact that his parents were low on money. They had been paying for everything for him, therapy, food, home, phone, anything that he needed they would pay for him. He felt terrible thinking of it and everytime his parents didnt seem happy with the results it got worse. he had failed them, he thought, and he wasnt doing anything the way he was supposed to, the way they wanted him to.
Your Likes: Helping people if he can, even if he cant help himself, his home town, music, drawing.

Your Dislikes: where he lives now, money, doing things incorrectly.

Your Fears: that all of it really was his fault in the first place and he was too blind to see it.

Your Last Day: He has a plan set for July 4th

What They Don't Care About, But Can't Help Care About Is ➳ ;;;;;

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Your Orientation: gay

Anything Else You Have To Say: nothing





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Your Name: Jared Burnside

Your Age: 16

Your Body Modifications: scars, a small gage in his right ear, bracelets.

Your Nationality: American

But They Never Will Know ☠xxxxxxxx

Your Personality: Jared is that buddy of yours who will sit quietly while making random faces in place or say the first thing that comes to his mind from purple monkeys to pink elephants on tricycles. Behind this quirky side he has a sensitive side underneath, always going off to break down rather than doing it front of people, snapping if someone happens to catch him when he's under stress.

Your History: Jared was diagnosed at a young age with Aspergers, which was later dismissed and diagnosed as just ADHD, which was also later dismissed for a different diagnoses. After the third they decided to just say their son was normal. However, Jared was a kid who took things said about him to heart and pretty much lived them. He couldn't sit still for a long time in class or he'd have to walk in a complete circle before sitting back down. His teachers and others around him weren't exactly happy about this. He began to have gossip and stories spread about him, which he again would take to heart and it would lower his self esteem. It would get worse and he even went to therapy for it. He could barely sit still and pretty soon it was like the world had turned against him, but he wouldn't show it. He would claw at himself if he didn't have something sharp, anything to get him back to earth and get rid of the stress and fear. He would have nightmares from days on end and other issues when in crowds of people.

Your Likes: candy, being random, fun things, sleeping when he can, music, writing.

Your Dislikes: people, lies, being stressed out,

Your Fears: that it was all just a lie

Your Last Day: A Year, August 3rd

What They Don't Care About, But Can't Help Care About Is ➳ ;;;;;

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Your Orientation: gay

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[~*Malec*~]

Pyry Pekkanen

" And if they knew just what the h**** they put you through."

It was a fairly cold day today, as the weather was settling from summer to Autumn, causing the temperature to drop. It was a day I was comfortable with as I sat and watched people pass me by from my spot on a bus stop bench. I could see their looks and furrowed brows of confusion as they passed, wondering why there was a boy sitting with dyed red hair, a beanie, T-shirt and jeans in such cold weather, no jacket present. None of these people that i saw huddled in jackets, bunched up in layers and freaking out about the cold, knew just how cold Finland could get. This weather was like a sunny day in Finland around Winter time or Spring. I sat on the bench and began to look at the hair of the people who walked by. I was a sucker for good hair, and the ones with the cutest hair tended to be the best people for some reason. And the ones with the perfect hair that caught my attention tended to be the cutest guys as well as the straightest. or so they claim. Doing such a task kept me from being entirely bored, considering I was home alone otherwise and it was Saturday. I didn't have friends do go out with because i don't start school until Monday. my family had been living in America for 2 months, but they kept me home schooled until I could read, write, understand and speak English fluently enough. I was still learning, English wasn't learned in 2 months of home schooling. and all of it was mostly mimicry. I still had a ways to go though. So many words. This bump in the road had me sitting there on the bus stop bench, watching people and looking at their hair. Was that considered creepy? Probably, but it wasnt like they would know I was looking at their hair. But there was one person in particular, dressed like a mash up of my outfit and the ' I can't stand a little wind' people on the streets. The hair was perfect, and it caught my eye. Of course the hair belonged to a boy, which made me even more curious. The boy looked over and, for a second, our eyes met and my heart stopped.....and then he was gone. Darn it.

Jared Burnside

" Sail away these faces we hide behind, running through the airwaves, open up our minds. Show ourselves to the world tonight cause we are no longer in disguise."

I shivered against the cold, bringing the hood of my band hoodie up over my head. The weather was decent enough, but it felt like it was going to rain as the clouds cast a cold gray color over the city. Definitely weather I didn't want to stay in. But I wasn't out here by choice, so chances were I'd have to anyways. The fact that it wasn't my choice also made today a bummer, considering I liked to spend the weekends lying around in my bedroom and dinking around on the Internet. I even had a few stories i needed to back up and type up on the computer before they got lost or thrown out by my mother. But that wasn't aloud to happen today because mom decided that she would find a way to get me out of the house...and she did. She was always complaining I didn't do anything, that I didn't get out enough. I never did because there was no one to go out with, nothing to do without running into someone I knew and risk ruining my Saturday. So today was the Saturday I was to get out and make friends while grabbing the groceries. This was the excuse of the century. As I walked though, letting out an annoyed sigh remembering the conversation in the house ( Mom: " you need to get out and make friends for a change! I'm tired of seeing you home all the time!" Me: " alright fine I'll go get the stupid groceries!") when a flash of bright red caught my attention. I had only seen it for a quick moment, but ti was enough to cause me to stop what I was doing and stand perplexed for a moment as i heard whispers all around me, saying something i couldn't understand because i wasn't exactly listening. what had the red been? I did a complete U-turn and blended back into the crowd, walking slower this time and paying close attention. There, the red flashed again, but this time i caught it. I looked and saw the red belonged to the hair of a boy. i vibrant dyed red mass of pretty close to perfect hair sitting on top of the head of a pretty close to perfect young male about my age, maybe older. our eyes met and i felt my heart stop and looked away almost as quickly, continuing to walk so i wouldn't be caught staring. I was walking in a daze, unable to calm down after that. He's just a boy you saw. a rather cute boy but just a boy. he doesn't know you and you don't know him.
I kept walking and hadn't realized the shop in front of me had someone walking out of it just as i was walking past, causing us to collide. I hit the concrete, my hands whipping out behind me to catch myself, knocking my sleeves back to show the faint hint of scars.
" Watch where your going next time jerk!" i heard the familiar voice of Johnny Blake snap as he turned and left me on the floor, walking away annoyed. He hadn't recognized me at all so i was happy, but it annoyed me that he had just left me sitting there and calling me the jerk when it was clearly him. I picked myself up anyways and kept walking, snapping out of my daze and going back to the original plan of getting groceries like i haven't just seen the guy of my dreams. what if he wasn't even gay? but i wanted to hunt him down, get to know him. He screamed ' different' which lured me in. His body, his hair, his eyes. everything just screamed different and it got me curious. who was he?

[~*Malec*~]

Pyry Pekkanen

" and if they knew just what the h*** they put you through."

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing a bit. Even though I didn't know this complete stranger....I needed to find him. His image touched a deep part in my mind and had embedded this thought into my brain that I needed to find him. I would have followed him, would have started up some conversation if I knew where he was. I got up from the bench and began making my way down the sidewalk, trying to find him. Had he even walked this way? I didn't think so, nor did I actually know. But it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all. This would be considered creepy, stalkerish even, but I was known to be crazy or creepy if I needed to do something. Who was he? Would I be able to even talk to him? I wasn't paying attention as to where I was going, mostly focussing on my thoughts and people's hair. I crashed into someone as j started walking on my tip toes to see. The body and I went forward almost instantly on the concrete.
" what do you want Jerk?! Get off of me!" I was shoved instantly and pushed off of the person. I recognized a male voice and my heart got all excited, jumping to conclusions. But as I looked I realized I had no reason to get excited. this was not the boy I was looking for.
" i-i'm sorry I want watching where in was going." I said. My accent made the words seem connected as they came out, as well as seemingly fast with rolled/clipped R's making it either here to understand or blatantly obvious that I wasn't from America.
" yeah I bet you didn't." The boy snapped. His eyes were feirce and his hair was cropped like he played a sport and thought he was a hot shot. He was no older than me but who was he?
" I'm really sorr-" I was cut off as he picked me up from the floor and held me in the air by my shift collar, eyes wide and prepared to be smacked in the face.
" thanks to your little stunt I've got dust on my white shirt! You owe me big time!" He snapped and glared at me, drawing me closer to him as I struggled.
" Ei! I don't owe you anything! You don't know me!" I said back, struggling to get out of his grasp as well as breathe. He had a strong and tight grip.
" your not even American you imp, you don't get to talk to me like that. Who do you think you are? " his breathe was hor and transit as he talked and I turned my head. " Hey I asked you a question! Who do you think you are?! Do you need me to spell it out for you?"
I turned and glared at him foe a minute before I replied to that, knowing full well I'd make him mad with what in was going to say " Kuka minä olen? Olen Suomesta. ja, herra, olet Neandertalin. laittoivat minut alas!(¹)" I spat at him.

( Translation 1: who am I? I am from Finland. And you, sir, are a Neanderthal. Now put me down!)

Jared Burnside

" sail away these face we hid behind, running through the airwaves, open up our minds. Who ourselves to the world tonight cause we are no longer in disguise."

I made my way from the store, the red haired boy in the back of my mind as I carried groceries bags in my hands like some fruity momma's boy. No offense to those of you out there who are momma's boys, but grocery shopping is not my favorite pass time. As I made my way down I saw a crowd beginning to gather, some with their phones out and taking pictures while others seemed worried but excited. I knew from typical school hall fights this was one of those fights where you rallied up and watched as the a strong kid beat the tar out of some weak nerd. I dropped my bags against a building and pushed my way through the crowd so I could see. The scene was horrific. The boy that I had been thinking of was now duking it out with Johnny. And the strange thing was, they were both even, but I could tell my red dream was growing tired and wouldnt last long. I chewed my lip slightly and watched for a bit before walking into the circle " hey!" I shouted and stood between the red head and Johnny. This got me a nice lunch to the face, stumbling me back a bit. I felt arms behind me catch me, knowing who it was. My heart picked up in pace but I kept my face calm and tried to clear my vision a bit.
" Get out of the way Jared! Your ruining my changes of wiping the pavement with this foreigner!" I got to my feet and stood my ground
" no it's over. leave him alone Johnny."
" you've got some nerve, I'll get you next time punk." Johnny parted the crowd like he was Mosis parting the sea. I let our a sigh and turned to the boy, pretending like my face didn't hurt and like I didn't notice the bloody nose I had now. I smiled a bit at the boy " are you alright?" I asked him.
" I should be asking you that!" His voice was cropped and I could hear the accent in him.
" oh, this? I'm fine. I do this all the time." I tell him, waving it off. " anyways my name's Jared." I say
" I'm Pyry. " he tells me. Pyry? God that sounded hard to pronounce. But it was a unique name and one that had a nice ring to it.
" I like your hair." I tell him. By now the crowd was thinned out, everyone going back to whatever it was they were doing before.
" I.....wait" he paused for a bit and gave me a look like he was looking me over before giving me wide eyes and a grin " your the boy from the bus stop."
" yeah." I say " that's why I stepped in."

[~*Malec*~]

Pyry Pekkanen

" and if they knew just what the h*** they put you through."

I stare at him blankly " so you stepped in for a complete stranger......who you saw at the bus stop?" i ask him. I was happy he had, i didn't even think he'd care about someone like me. But then again, i had to question the logic of it. Why would someone even think twice about someone they had just happened to see at a bus stop? especially if they were someone they didn't know...at all.I could hear the cars going past, wind rushing in my ears as they pass by, natural wind blowing my red hair around my face and head at the same time. I waited for his response, not sure what he was going to say. I took the moment to look at him, to take in nearly everything i could about him. the color of his eyes, the way he stood, the curve of his body, the clothing style he had. All of it was hard not to take in and i felt odd as i did, trying not to make it obvious that i was looking at him and looking him over. Birds chirped in the background and some people talked as they passed us by, whispering, some of them making comments i was too used to hearing around here. except the comments i heard were online, read from posts, heard on the television as if it were the most natural thing in the world " those boys....do you think...? nah they can't be gay." I've learned not to stiffen at the words, but it's hard not to.

Jared Burnside

" sail away these face we hid behind, running through the airwaves, open up our minds. Who ourselves to the world tonight cause we are no longer in disguise."

I blink a bit at his words and blush a bit, hiding it as i look down, hoping he hadn't seen " well...you caught my attention." i tell him and point to his hair " it's kind of hard to miss a boy with as bright of hair as yours." i tell him, smiling now that the blush had gone away. I saw him blink and shrug, obviously unable to disagree with that. I could hear some of the people whispering and i had forgotten that some of these people knew me, neighbors or classmates or even the parents of classmates. all of them had heard things about me, indications that hinted that i wasn't as normal as they liked in the sexuality department. i could see the boy looking me up and down a bit, catching details i was curious about of me as i listened to the words the people said as they passed, too stuck up to say anything to my face. but i could see the boy tense at their words as he heard them. he must not be as used to them as i was, which made me feel both bad and a little envious of him.
" by the way, my name is Jared." i tell him " yours? this way we aren't complete strangers any longer." i say offering a small smile.
" my name? My name is Pyry." he tells me. The name...it sounded foreign, European but of which oragin i wouldn't be able to say without asking. The pronouncing of it was hard as well, but that was probably because of the accent.


( sorry for those of you actually reading this that I A. Haven't posted in a while and B. That this ones nor as long. I've hit a bit of Writers Block. If there are any suggestions PM me that would be great!)

[~*Malec*~]

~------------------Time Skip----------------------~

(new character added to the front)

Pyry Pekkanen

" and if they knew just what the h*** they put you through."

I walk home, happier now that i had been saved by, and possibly made a friend with, Jared. Though my mind wasn't completely at ease and my troubles weren't going to diminish. i had to wonder a bit about his intentions, question things about our little meeting. For one, would i truly see him again? the world was small, yes, but not that small. I sighed and smiled, following the route back home and fixing my cap, keeping watch on my bracelets and arm bands to see if they were going to slide down and reveal what i was keeping hidden beneath them. fortunately for me they didn't do anything of the sort. Once i made it to my house i opened the door and walked in, small smile on my face as i stepped into the empty town home we were renting. " Olen koti" i call out of tradition, hearing the words reflect and bounce off the walls. The only response i got was the pattering of claws and a happy yip from my husky Tanssija as she came running to greet me, jumping up and trying to lick my face. i kneelt down, putting her down on the ground as i did so, and began petting her a bit before going and playing with her. She was the only thing i could look forward to coming home too.

Jared Burnside

" sail away these face we hid behind, running through the airwaves, open up our minds. Who ourselves to the world tonight cause we are no longer in disguise."

I headed home with the groceries, excited to get home and write down what had happened today. Once I reached my front door I opened it, dropping the grocery bag to the floor and hurrying up to my room. The paper and pencil were calling to me, calling NY name. It wouldn't be the first time I was excited to just lock myself up in the room and sit myself at my desk, pencil in hand as I scribbled things down. Some writing was private and some was for sharing, though I never got the chance to do such a thing. As I reached the top of the stairs I was stopped by my sister who was lying at the top stair, reading a book like some lazy cat. I ended up tripping over her and falling face first into the carpet.
" Chris why are you lying at the top of the stairs?!" I shout at her as I pick myself up from the floor, blushing from anger and embarrassment.

Christiana Burnside

" I'm really tired of these stupid little people knocking you to the ground. "

I look up from my book at my brother, blowing a bubble from the gum I was chewing until it popped before snapping it again. I watched as he picked himself up and was blushing. First thought was gross by brother just got giddy from tripping over me. It must have shown on my face because he frowned and the blush got brighter. The thought was quickly shot down after that.
" well you know I'm always up here so its your fault for not remembering." I tell him, going back to my book. It was a really food read, even if it was required by my school as an assignment. I popped the gum again and looked at my brother from around the book, wondering if he was going to say anything more. He didn't, to be expected. He just stood there and watched me. Like he was thinking about something or mentally fighting himself. His eyes contorted a bit and I knew he was at it again. He was taking my words too seriously and putting them to heart. I sighed and sat up, putting a dog ear on my page and look at him " I'm sorry OK?" I try " I shouldn't have been laying up here in the first place, your right, but you weren't supposed to be home all day so I figured it'd be alright. " I say and he looked away And turned. As he did I caught a flash of...excitement? Anticipation? Happiness? Whatever it was I wasn't used to seeing it on my brother.
" no I should have remembered. " he said and headed to his room. I frowned a bit and stood up, following him. He shut the door on me and normally I'd knock but this time I didn't. I walked in instead.
" why were you in such a hurry anyways?" I asked him. He looked at me, an 'emotionless' attempt look on his face
" nothing. " his said " I wasn't in a hurry. Just leave me alone."
" I'm not going to and you know it. Come on spill."