a run a day keeps the dr away {damien}

[Joshua Dylan Oakley]

WIRE ME UP TO MACHINES

I’ll be your prisoner

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] It had been a hard night at work. There was nothing Joshua hated more than night shift; except it got a whole lot worse when he was actually called out to a burning building. It was bad enough going into a house fire; suited and booted with all of the kit; searching through the smoke and debris for people who may be dead or alive, but it was ten times worse at night. The day light gave you a natural advantage, but when the power was out and the smoke was rising; it was almost impossible to see anything in the dead of night. He’d struggled to find a small child who was trapped in the house, Josh had entered and as he’d made his way through an upstairs window and towards the child’s bedroom, the floor to his exit gave way. Most would have given up and left the child in fear of their own life, but Josh knew he’d have not been able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try and find the little girl. He’d found her hiding under her bed; tear stained cheeks and her clothes were tarnished with soot. With the help of his team he got the child to safety; and she was rushed to hospital with smoke inhalation. But he’d saved her life. After the drama, and the subsequent paper work that had to be completed; he was free to go. He’d showered and slept for a few hours before waking up to make the most of his day. Josh pulled on his black jogging pants and a white tee shirt, before stuffing his feet into a pair of sneakers. Grabbing his water bottle and his iPod; he went out for his morning run; only it was closer to lunch time. There was a refreshing cool breeze casting across his face as he jogged steadily to the beat of some indie rock band streaming to his ears. He ran every day it helped keep him fit and it was a good way to de-stress after a heavy shift at work. Not all of his shifts were that intense; sometimes he was called just to get a cat out of a tree but when people were involved things got messy. Running was definitely the release he needed. Josh glanced up ahead and would have kept on running, had the trampy looking guy on the bench not been his youngest brother. He slowed to a stop and slumped down next to him, taking a long needed drink from his water bottle. " Damien you look like you’ve slept under a bridge." He commented smirking as he took in his brother’s appearance. words;449 tag; DAMIEN note; hope it’s okay template made by missickle

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[damien gabriel oakley]

Damien had always been the more cynical, sarcastic one of his siblings. Whilst Josh would get angry when drunk, and Jacob would just be a general dick, Damien’s strikes were more calculated. He would move at the appropriate time, which was usually during family events because he was tired of how fake and phoney things were. His father would probably never use him in an election campaign in fear that he’d open his mouth. Damien was certainly not as charming as his elder brothers, nor did he have that typical American, happy go lucky look about him. He didn’t really feel out of place in his family, he definitely felt like the teenage son, it was just a bit awkward.


It was around about 4am when he switched his phone off for good. He’d went to school yesterday, and all had been fine. His lessons had been boring, he’d been taught things that didn’t matter, and he’d watched, from afar, the girls on the steps dictate to other girls on the steps. And then he’d left, and decided to take a break from that kind of lifestyle. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate having money, it meant that he could buy things and basically have whatever he wanted, but it also meant he didn’t appreciate. He was yearning for a taste of life, to breathe in fresh air. He was tired of being the politician’s son.


Damien had taken it upon himself to explore New York, a place he’d been exploring his whole life. Of course he’d taken time out of his missions to catch the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the theatre, it was his favourite, and this was why he was glad he had money. After his extravagant treat, he went downtown. He wandered about for a fair few hours, smoking, smoking a lot. His parents didn’t know he smoked but perhaps they should have.


Hours had passed and the sky had grown black. It would have made more sense for him to be in the poorer part of the city if he didn’t have his St Judes’ uniform on because that pretty much struck him as a posh guy. He didn’t like to think of himself as posh, but it was true. His dad earned a fortune, and both of his parents came from a wealthy background. He went in and out of clubs but it was pretty silly because he was alone and it didn’t feel too right. Damien could party fine, if other people were there, but if he was alone then wandering aimlessly was always the better route. Whilst he felt uncomfortable in nightclubs, he didn’t feel uncomfortable on the streets, although he was a little chilly. And he also felt a little bit stupid. He didn’t exactly even know why he was avoiding home and ignoring his parents calls, it just felt like the right thing to do, a stand against everything he hated.


Eventually Damien had fallen asleep on a couple of bin bags. He’d woken up to find some guys running off with his iPhone and his wallet. Somehow it didn’t feel as if he’d just been mugged, he didn’t feel that angry, and that was when he realised that perhaps he was too rich. He knew he could replace his phone easily, and his cards could be cancelled. Though his parents would fuss extraordinarily if they found out he’d been mugged. But it was New York and he’d been asleep on a couple of bin bags, it couldn’t really be avoided.


The walk back to Central Park didn’t take as long as it felt, but perhaps that was because the dark haired boy couldn’t help but shiver. He probably should have returned home to his nice, warm bed. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking. But this logic didn’t change his plans because when he got to Central Park, he took a seat on a bench and felt rather homeless. It was a nice feeling, to have passerbys stare at him as if he didn’t belong there. Oh, if only. Damien pulled his feet up and wrapped his arms around his legs, sucking on the insides of his cheeks as he did so. He hadn’t really taken notice of the person who was running, at least until the familiar voice broke through his dull numbess.


”If it isn’t Mickey Mouse himself,” Damien commented dryly as he raised an eyebrow at his brother’s statement. He was kind of put out that Josh hadn’t worried more, after all they were brothers. But Josh probably knew he would be alright after all, because Josh knew everything. As much as Damien liked to pretend that Josh was a disappointment, he was obviously the perfect son. Damien leant back against the bench and inhaled deeply as he kicked his legs out in front of him. ”Has mom and dad sent you on rescue patrol?” he asked, adding a dramatic roll of his eyes, although he kind of hoped that this would be the case.
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[Joshua Dylan Oakley]

WIRE ME UP TO MACHINES

I’ll be your prisoner

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Josh rolled his eyes as Damien referred to him as Mickey Mouse. Damien had always been sarcastic and bitter about pretty much everything, so Joshua really didn’t care. " What you doing out here anyway?" Josh asked him curiously, knowing it was particularly unlike Damien to be out in the park, and he guessed given the boy had his St Judes uniform on and it was a Saturday, that something had gone particularly wrong at some point. " Have you been arguing with Dad again?" It was a valid question given Damien really didn’t get on with their father for some reason, unbeknown to Josh and Jacob. He knew his brother was a little out there but he couldn’t actually believe that he’d have chosen to stay on a park bench rather than go home. Josh turned off his iPod, and pushed it into his pocket. " You know if you were in trouble you could have dropped by mine." Josh had moved out of his parents house almost a year ago, and moved into an apartment not far from the park. It was a modest place with two bedrooms, it wasn’t exactly what Josh had dreamed of living in but it would certainly bridge the gap until he and Astoria finally decided on what house they were going to buy. They’d looked at a fair few but couldn’t decide between two. One had more rooms and the other had a better garden; it was a close call and they were going to view them again soon to decide. He watched his brother as he kicked his legs out in front of him dramatically, he was dramatic in most ways; from his jutting cheek bones to his roll of the eyes. " Dad rang me last night to see if you were at mine. I was out, I told him you weren’t. I guess he figured you’d come home… but I’m guessing you didn’t." He wondered what sort of trouble his youngest brother was in. After all, it was uncharacteristic for Damien to go off on his own and not return home for the night. He looked like Josh did when he’d been on an all night binge; only Damien wasn’t old enough to get served, and Josh couldn’t see that he could pass for twenty one; he was too distinctive looking. It was likely that the bouncers on bars and clubs would recognise him given family outings to events were often papped and in the press. Josh was used to it and didn’t exactly mind, Jacob lapped the attention; often showing off and Damien absolutely hated it. They were three very different boys and although Josh and Jacob sort of looked like brothers, Damien was definitely distinctive. " Why are you in your uniform, it’s Saturday? " Joshua asked growing more concerned and curious as to his brother’s antics. words;480 tag; DAMIEN note; hope it’s okay template made by missickle

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[damien gabriel oakley]

Damien had always gotten on with his brother, at least Josh, more than he’d gotten on with his parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t try with him, because they did, but they were also idiots who did nothing for a lot of money. Plus now that Damien knew about his real dad next door, he didn’t much see the point in faking about with his none real dad, even if his none real dad had raised him. He was half tempted to tell his none real dad about his mom’s affair and ruin his career but that would involve publicity, and anyway he was reserving it for the right time. The right occasion hadn’t arisen yet. He was half tempted to ignore his brother’s questioning, because his brother was just so American, but he also wasn’t Jacob, or his father, or his mother, so it was the lesser of four evils. ”I’m sitting on a bench,” he responded dryly, with a sardonic roll of his brown eyes. He didn’t entirely know where he’d learnt to be so sarcastic, his father had put it down to hanging out with the man next door. Damien scowled as Josh questioned him about their father and being in trouble. It was almost as if he thought of him as some messed up drug addict or something, instead of just a spoilt teenager, bored of his lifestyle. ”What trouble could I get in? I’m a posh, rich kid, I have everything I could possibly want. I’m estatic with life, can’t you tell?!” he questioned, his tone once more deriving his cold, mocking sense of humour.

He studied his brother’s features and wondered briefly if it would have been different had they had the same father. Damien would probably look a little bit more like him, so they’d be able to share their appearance in common. And then maybe they’d get on a lot better because Damien would probably have that gene that fake people had, the gene that made them tolerate and participate in it all. His trust fund also wouldn’t be at risk. ”I went to see Rocky Horror, and I was on my way home when some guys mugged me. They knocked me out and I woke up this morning.” He shrugged, frowning softly as he looked up to his brother, a sort of timidness to his expression as he only half told the truth. ”I didn’t have any money, and besides I was worried dad would be disappointed, you know for losing my phone and my card so I came here… I figured I’d come up with a plan… I’d really hate to disappoint him, and I know it’s all my fault. I should’ve stayed conscious, I should have fought them off or something,” It was times like this where bruises would have come in handy. Damien yielded a heavy sigh before collapsing in on his brother, resting his head on the elder boy’s carved shoulders. He was used to lying like this, it was easier to lie than to admit the truth, or explain the truth. They wouldn’t understand his desire to escape and he couldn’t be bothered to try and make them. They only understood what they wanted to. Plus, he got more sympathy if he came across as the poor, sad, scarred boy who’d been beaten.

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[Joshua Dylan Oakley]

WIRE ME UP TO MACHINES

I’ll be your prisoner

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Joshua had always gotten along with Damien, but he was definitely the odd one out of their family. The boys had a good upbringing but Damien just seemed generally unimpressed about everything. He was always the one who tried to spoil family events by offering inappropriate conversation or making people feel generally awkward. It was one of the things that Joshua was dreading in relation to his wedding. He was convinced that Damien would do something out of the ordinary to make the event take a different turn; even though it was about him and Astoria’s love; he was sure it would end up being about something different. Josh sighed and rolled his eyes at Damien’s comment. " Not like stating the obvious. " He stated dryly, trying to keep his patience with his brother was hard when he switched to his awkward sarcastic mode. " Dame, I’m not trying to be a jerk so how about you stop being one as well. " He stated bluntly. He raised an eyebrow as Damien admitted his activities, which hadn’t exactly been what Josh had expected. " The Rocky Horror Show? Haven’t you seen it like hundreds of times? " He asked his brother smirking, he guessed he’d seen Astoria’s show a good few times but that was only because he’d felt obliged; her being his fiancé and all. " Where’d you get mugged? " He asked frowning, feeling almost annoyed at the fact someone had treated his brother that way. Josh looked at his head and frowned, not seeing any obvious injuries that might have been associated with being knocked out. " We should get you to hospital; you know have you checked out, you could have a concussion. " Josh suggested, although waited for his brother to protest. He shook his head as Damien ranted about being a disappointment to their father. " Dad won’t be disappointed. He’ll be worried. Who cares about your phone and cards. He’ll probably want to go to the police. " Josh considered as he ran a hand over his hair. He felt his brother collapse onto him and he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t that much of an affectionate brother when it came to hugs and what not and the fact that Damien had been outside all night made him want to pull away but nevertheless he left him there. " Why don’t you go home and get a shower and some rest. " Josh suggested, raising his hand to his mouth so to drink from his water bottle. Josh glanced at his brother and shook his head. " You know you should let dad know you’re okay. " He told his brother, kind of wishing that he’d brought his phone to ring him off but he’d left it at home. Josh couldn’t quite believe that Damien had been knocked out given he had no apparent injuries, he just looked tired and odd wearing his uniform on a weekend. " You should maybe take some self defence classes. " Joshua suggested figuring it wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing for his brother since the weed had obviously not been able to defend himself. words;551 tag; damien note; …. template made by missickle

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[damien gabriel oakley]

Damien did often make certain conversations difficult by being stubborn and too literal with his answers. Sometimes he did it on purpose, well most of the times he did it on purpose, especially when there were people there who his father needed to impress. He liked to come across as less intelligent than he was at times, clumsy also. He would never forget the time that he time that he ‘accidentally’ poured red white down the shirt of Mayor’s wife. He’d apologised profusely, said he was suffering from a nervous disposition, being the son of a politician. He’d went on to an unstoppable monologue about how he felt so pressured to become something, because of his father, because of the media, because of what everyone expected of him. By the end of his speech, the Major had suggested therapy. It hadn’t went down very well. His parents were concerned; why hadn’t they spoken to him about any of this? Damien almost gave himself away by laughing but he managed to refrain until he’d reached his bedroom. ”Sorry,” he replied hotly, and leant back against the uncomfortable bench. He was kind of tired and kind of craving his bed, but he knew that if he went home he’d have to speak to his parents about where he’d been. There was no way to just sneak in through the back door.



The youngest brother smiled at the question that Joshua asked him. ”Yeah… but if I hadn’t seen it on Broadway, I would’ve had to watch the DVD and mom always complains when I watch the DVD because she says I’ve seen it too much, then she would’ve tried to take me to see it on Broadway. So either way I’d have ended up at the theatre, only my way I wouldn’t have mom commenting on how inappropriate it all is,” he shrugged. He’d taken her to see Avenue Q, and it had turned out to be quite the mistake. It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with his mom, because he did. Perhaps his angsty feelings were overrated, because he did care about his parents, but like most teenagers, they annoyed him a little bit. It wasn’t so much them who he hated, but the society that he’d been brought up in. And maybe his dad a little bit. ”Near the theatre…” Damien replied. He had been mugged, he’d been mugged in the lower east side, but if he told his brother that he’d have to tell him why he was at the lower east side, and that would mean that his story wouldn’t add up.



Damien shook his head rather animatedly as his brother suggested he go to the hospital. They’d find out he was lying, about being knocked out, and then they wouldn’t believe his mugging story and he’d never get another phone, or at least a phone as good as his old one. His dad would go on about responsibility and lying, or something like that. ”I don’t want to go to the hospital, or get the police involved, or anything. It’s pointless. There’s no way they’d be able to find out who took them. I only had about $200 on me anyway, and I’ll get my cards blocked,” And he was certainly not going to become story for his dad’s cause. Of course he would rabbit on about the fact that people had hurt a good kid, a kid who had done nothing to deserve the treatment he’d received. He’d say that New York had to toughen up on crime. Everyone would vote for him because he would have an insight. He would be at the heart of crime, he would know what it was to be a victim. It was pathetic.



They were never this close. They weren’t the type of brothers who would hug into each other as they watched a film or anything. They occasionally had play fights when they were younger, but that was it. ”Dad has a press conference later today doesn’t he, I figured I could show up there. Maybe make it a family occasion.” he admitted, looking thoughtfully at his elder brother. He knew his father would hate it if he did that. He’d be torn between his job, plus he’d hate the fact that his son looked so unkempt. ”I don’t like violence, Josh. I don’t want to learn to hurt somebody, it’s just not… me.” he stated finally, weakly. It was true that words were usually his form of attack, but it wasn’t untrue to say that he also got into fights occasionally at school, especially with some of the boys that he just couldn’t stand.

[Joshua Dylan Oakley]

WIRE ME UP TO MACHINES

I’ll be your prisoner

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Joshua listened to his brother’s explanation of the Rocky Horror show, and the way their mother felt about it. " You do know that mom actually likes spending time with you, don’t you? She says things like that to all of us. It’s just her way. " And it was true, she thought Joshua drank too much and Jacob had too many involvements with too many different girls, and their father worked too much. Ultimately if they all listened to what she was saying it would basically involve them all sitting in a room with her for their entire lives. Their mother was caring, like most mothers, but she didn’t like the fact that her boys were growing up. Joshua had his own apartment and was going to get married soon, and although his mother was happy for him and loved his fiancé, she missed her eldest son and having him around the house. He visited home regularly but that was bound to decrease when he moved into a house with Astoria and so their mother was becoming more clingy towards Damien because let’s face it; he was going to be around the longest. He raised his eyebrows as Damien confirmed the place he was mugged, it wasn’t too down and out near the theatre, but Josh wouldn’t have been surprised if Damien had been targeted specifically for who he was, knowing he’d have money. It wasn’t common that people were mugged near the theatre but Josh decided not to question his brother. He knew the boy regularly lied and although he didn’t understand why, Josh had learnt to accept it. Damien defended himself as he protested going to the hospital, Joshua realised that perhaps his brother had something to hide. " You should go to the hospital, unless of course your saying you don’t have injuries. " Josh stated sceptically, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother. The fire man sighed and shook his head. " It’s not about catching them, but making sure it doesn’t happen to someone else. The money, the cards, even your phone; they are replaceable. But dad will have to be seen to be doing something about it if your story about being mugged gets out. " It was one of the reasons that Josh was well liked; being a fire man made it look like his father cared about the city and its inhabitants. Josh listened as his brother reeled off his father’s schedule. " You can’t just show up at the press conference, you need to actually let him know that your okay. " His voice was somewhat stern as he glanced over his brother; the boy honestly didn’t think about things or the implications of his actions. Or perhaps that was the problem, perhaps he thought about things too much. " And you can’t show up looking like that, you’ll be all over gossip girl. " Josh continued as he sighed shaking his head. The fact was, Damien done things to get a reaction and this was no different. Josh guessed that he’d probably stayed out all night on purpose. " Self defence isn’t about hurting people it’s about protecting yourself. You could do with learning it. " words;537 tag; damien note; …. template made by missickle

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[damien gabriel oakley]

Damien shrugged. He was an eighteen year old boy, he was meant to begrudge spending time with his mom. If he ever said he enjoyed it he’d end up getting treat as some sort of freak in society, and a mommy’s boy. These were just inappropriate images for the teenager, especially in a city where your every movement was plagued by quick fingers and the snap of a camera, which could destroy your reputation. It wasn’t that he particularly cared all that much about his reputation, but if he were going to lose it, he’d rather do it for being a druggie, a wild child, or anything other than a mommy’s boy. ”But she’s clingy about it, don’t you think?” Damien asked with a light sigh as he ran his fingertips through his dark brown hair, ”I mean she’s bored, obviously, because she does nothing but tidy up after dad’s shit, but I never asked to be born,” By the time he’d finished speaking, his hair was an awkward mess. It resembled hair that hadn’t been washed in so long, even though he’d only washed it the day before. His night on the streets hadn’t helped him any, that was certainly true. Getting out of the hospital would be tricky. He could have explained what had happened, but his brother would be concerned if he knew that he’d spent the night sleeping on rubbish. Damien wasn’t entirely sure how to keep his brother satisfied so he hugged into his slender form and studied the ground for what felt like a long time. ”I just… I just want to forget it,” he said quietly, as he licked his lip anxiously, ”You don’t get it, Josh. I don’t want to be part of dad’s campaign. I don’t care if it doesn’t make him look good, I don’t want some lawyer to make me out to be a liar. Just, you’re pressuring me!” He felt a little bit flustered but then Damien didn’t always act that well under pressure, especially if it threatened to expose his lies. He was kind of glad that Jacob wasn’t here though. It wasn’t that he didn’t sometimes get on with Jacob but Jacob was certainly open to mocking him. He didn’t understand why he loved Rocky Horror Picture Show so much and he certainly wouldn’t understand his sexuality. Not only would he refer to Damien as greedy, but he’d also question him and then destroy him for it. He bit on his bottom lip and looked around the park cautiously. It’s not that he expected his older brother to be there, but upon thinking of him he had to double check. ”When he seen me at his conference, I’m pretty sure he’d know I was okay,” Damien replied, a smirk to his expression. Some day Damien planned to destroy his father’s position by getting really drunk, or really high, and then going on the cameras, but that day was not today. Although surely his appearance would cause a little bit bad publicity. At the mention of Gossip Girl, Damien let out a sigh. ”Why does everyone listen to it? Gossip Girl I mean, what bullshit. Oooh check it out, Damien Oakley was like… at his father’s press conference, in his school uniform, on a Saturday! Obviously this means he’s a homosexual on cocaine, oh and don’t forget he raped a dog last year!”

[/b] Damien replied sarcastically, before raising an eyebrow up at his brother. As much as he slagged off Gossip Girl, he actually didn’t want that publicity. He preferred to be anonymous. ”No, no I couldn’t. I’m not you Josh, I’m not some jock,” The way he said it was kind of derogatory. Damien had never much been into the concept of sports or team work. It was amazing he’d stayed so slender. [/blockquote][/size]

[Joshua Dylan Oakley]

Joshua shrugged as his brother suggested their mother was clingy; in actual fact he didn’t really think she was. But he was the eldest son, the one who got away with the most things and had pushed his mother to her boundaries. His mother was no longer worried about him, apart from the fact that he was engaged to be married; she’d got used to having Josh live his own life and not check in as often. Damien on the other hand was the youngest; he still lived at home and he was still meant to abide by his mothers rules. But he was so disrespectful. It irritated Josh. ”Not really, she just wants to spend time with you before you go off and get married or something.” He shrugged, in his opinion it wasn’t too much to ask, although he couldn’t really see Damien or Jacob getting married any time soon. Jacob was a player and it was evident in everything he done. Damien was socially awkward and he couldn’t see him finding a girl who Damien would view as good enough for him. It was sad really, neither one of his brothers were like him and at times it made conversations like this one a tad awkward. They couldn’t understand why he wanted to get married so young, because they didn’t have the same mind set. ”Our mam just likes you Dame.” He stated in defence, sighing deeply.

Damien tried to get out of going to the hospital and Josh sighed deeply. ”You want to forget it? They knocked you out, you could have a bleed in your brain or something.” He stated bitterly, ”I’m not pressuring you, and dad wont make you be apart of his campaign but you need to get this sorted. Unless of course your exaggerating.” He suggested raising an eyebrow. He didn’t always consider his brother to be a liar but he knew for a fact that Damien wasn’t always honest about things. ”You cant just show up at his conference you need to let him know your alive so he doesn’t call out a search party on you.” Josh knew his parents would be pretty worried; and it irritated him that Damien had no respect or care that he could potentially be hurting the people around him.

At the mention of gossip girl, Josh ran a hand through his hair. ”Just quit it. Why are you so.. intense? Everything with you is like one huge drama.” He complained before he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. ”Seriously you just need to calm down.” Josh was tired and he wasn’t really good at dealing with this sort of drama from his younger brother. The bickering and intensity of it all grew wildly annoying. The elder brother sighed deeply and glared at his brother. ”There’s nothing wrong with being into sports. I’m on your side remember. Stop being a jack ass.”

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