Am I Imagining Things? (Open.)

[Declyn O'Callahan]

How long had it been? A couple days? A week? Declyn had lost track of time since the day him and Cam had more or less ended it. The day that he took comfort from someone else's words and arms. He tried forgetting about it all, though he had enjoyed Dom's company especially after feeling so completely alone. He hadn't gone to Odion for a reason and he had yet to tell Odion about the whole dilemma because he already knew how horribly it would turn out. Over all, he'd kept the situation to himself, though he wouldn't doubt it if all of Hammel already knew.

Since that day, things had changed for Dec. The few months that him and Cam had been together, the hallucinations from his power had gone away. The last time he could recall feeling as though he was dreaming was the day that he told Cameron how he felt about him without realizing it. Recently, he started feeling as though Inception really was happening. He couldn't figure out what was a dream and what wasn't. Having lost his lighter after the rampage he went on that day, he was lost in his own world. Nothing seemed real and it all seemed like one giant dream inside of a dream. It was one of the things Declyn feared the most and he didn't even know how to fix it.

He'd taken to wandering around Hammel campus alone. His phone had been turned off for the past day or so, but he didn't care because it wasn't as though he really had anyone to talk to. It was sad really, he had few friends and now it seemed like fewer since he was no longer with Cameron. Ending up in the courtyard, he eventually stopped his wandering and sat under a tree, staring straight forward. There were a few people walking through the courtyard, but they all seemed to ignore him. Again he was sure that this was a dream.

[Roger Vandelay]

As far as Roger was concerned, Saturdays didn't start until noon. Anything before that was Friday night, and he had certainly experienced a Friday night the previous evening. That said, it wasn't until 12:30 in the afternoon that Roger finally emerged from his dorm room, a large pair of sunglasses shielding the bright from his rather sensitive eyes. A low groan emerged from his throat as he exited the dorm building; he still thought it was a bit too early, but he couldn't just lay in bed all day; he'd never be ready for his Saturday night plans at that rate. So out he was, moving towards the courtyard on his way across campus to head downtown.

As he moved down the path, he came across a young man sitting down in the shade of one of the trees littering the green. They were several feet away from one another, but Roger could see he was a cute kid. As his eyes fell to the other's face, the shapeshifter could see that the boy was deep in thought. He looked distant, maybe... sad? Roger frowned inwardly; a handsome boy like that shouldn't be sad. Frowning was so... unsightly. So when he passed the boy, he ducked behind another tree, taking a moment to shift into a kind looking older man before re-emerging. He thought he looked rather distinguished, and he certainly felt more comfortable approaching a stranger as somebody else rather than as himself. He walked up to the other boy as though having just seen him for the first time.

"What's the matter, son?" He asked, moving to sit beside the other boy. "You look a little lost."

[Declyn O'Callahan]

Sleep was for those who could afford to do it without worrying about slipping into someone else's dream and turning it into something that they don't understand. Dec had a habit of doing that when he was stressed and to say the least, he was quiet stressed. He didn't sleep in ever and he didn't go to sleep early. Sometimes he didn't even know if he had already fallen asleep or not because he was constantly awake in some form or another. This whole week he'd gotten maybe a total of four hours of uninterrupted sleep. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to run properly. Well, as properly as was possible for a boy with a hallucinating issue.

As far as Dec knew, he was still sleeping and the blurry images of people walking by were figments of his imagination. None of them came into a clear view which just seemed to prove his point further. The sun may have been shining, but it was dim in Declyn's eyes and it fit the setting of his dream world. Everything blended together, not because he was really dreaming, but due to lack of sleep. One would think that after eight or so years of being a dream manipulator, he'd have picked up on the signs that he was awake. Most of the time he did, but this was different. Without Cameron, his world had become a dream.

The sound of footsteps was muffled a bit by the grass, but the voice was deep and easily heard, even in Declyn's state. His eyes were lifeless, dull compared to their usual innocence and vibrancy. He raised an eyebrow and laughed shortly, "Not lost, just not all there I guess you could say." The last thing he wanted to do at this point was talk about his relationship problems with a complete stranger, but maybe it could help. "Boy issues, nothin' ye'd understand," Another downfall of the whole lack of sleep thing - his accent came full out.

[Roger Vandelay]

It was entirely unlike Roger to approach someone random in the courtyard; as it was, the only time he talked to strangers was after a few drinks and in a setting like a club or bar wherein it was expected that one would mingle with randos. But the real Roger, who was currently hungover and feeling like crap, wouldn't normally do this sort of thing. That said, his new character was an older man, wiser and friendlier, and would surely approach a youth who seemed troubled.

"Boy issues, huh?" He asked in a deep, gravelly voice as he took a seat beside the boy. That was no fun - if this kid was hung up on someone else and was forbidden fruit, then Roger was about to waste a lot of his time. Roger was a first class flirt, but he didn't like getting with people who were taken. That was just filthy and beneath someone of his stature. "Try me." Not that this new character of his was gay, necessarily - unless this kid was into sugar daddies - but the real Roger knew all about that, so he could lend an ear and perhaps offer some advice. He brought one knee up to his chest, picking a few blades of grass off of the ground and tossing them into the air, watching the breeze carry them off.

[Declyn O'Callahan]

Declyn seriously wasn't pining over Cameron anymore. He was still a little shaken up over the whole thing, but what was done had been done and he wasn't going to keep whining about it. He'd gotten his 'payback' now he just wanted to forgive and forget. For now that meant keeping a slight distance from the younger boy and hoping he never ran into Chester. Dec knew he was completely capable of doing as much. In all honesty though, he sort of wished he had someone else that he could spend his time with that didn't know him. His favorite part of being single was meeting new people and getting to know them.

Talking to this guy could help, he just had to remember that because usually he wouldn't be talking about his problems, most of the time he tried finding different things to talk about. Giving a slight sigh, he watched as people walked by, wondering if they were even really there. "Well long story short, my former boyfriend kissed his best friend and is in love with him, but just realized it now. Which leaves me forever alone sitting in a courtyard, talking to a stranger," He gave a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. At least this was all just a dream....or he thinks.

[Roger Vandelay]

When the boy finally explained what had him feeling down, Roger quirked one eyebrow, but other than that he gave no visible reaction. "Sounds heavy," he replied gruffly, finding his hand empty of grass blades and so letting it come to rest on his knee. And it did: Roger had never been in a situation in which he was dating someone who harbored feelings for someone else, but he could only imagine how upsetting it would be. Roger wasn't really the dating type anyway, though, so he figured he would never find himself in that sort of situation.

"Well," he began, reaching deep down inside him to try and find some little gem of wisdom that an older man like him might have for the poor boy. "Sometimes fate has things in store for us that, at the time, we can't quite comprehend," he offered, inwardly shrugging his shoulders as though deciding this was good enough. "All things happen for a reason," he added sagely, "so perhaps it will all be for the best. Mustn't waste time on things that can't be changed." That was wise, right? roger was relatively new at this sort of personality, but the actor in him couldn't resist a challenge.

[Declyn O'Callahan]

Declyn nodded in response to the first response the man had to his sad story. Heavy was an understatement, but he tried to keep as nonchalant about things as possible. Even in his dreams he never truly overreacted. Cam hadn't really told him at first that he had strong inevitable feelings for Chester, but Dec had observed the boy enough to draw his own conclusions. Whether they were correct or not, he didn't know, but it just seemed that way. Cam wouldn't have kissed Chester willingly unless he'd had strong feelings for him to begin with. Otherwise what had kept him from kissing Lei back before? No. Cam wasn't a cheat.

Turning towards the older man, he listened as best he could to what advice he was giving. Any old guy was wise to some degree and the whole fate thing was a typical response to this mess. Declyn didn't believe much in it, but he did hope that things would get better from here. He hadn't hit rock bottom, but it was close enough for him to believe that all he could do from here was go up. He was a positive person, unlike his brother, and he wanted to believe that things would get better. "I know, and it makes sense not to really worry so much about this. It's just a pain in the ass going through break-ups," He said with another laugh. Dec really hated being serious and brooding, even if there was a need for it.