Oh Tristan, Tristan Wherefore art thou Tristan?

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"I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone"

Xavian, being the city boy that he is, woke up way too early the morning of this fair day. He went for a run in central park to pass the time. Suddenly, a motion in the trees caught his eye. He tracked it for a few moments, and when the dark shape came into view, he grinned.

"Oh, tis only a squirrel" Xavian's mouth uncurled, and he started walking, the path in front of him, dark, gray, a metaphor for his life. As if on cue, his Zune, the one wonderful thing so far today started playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams. 'Great, even my electronics think that I have no future' Xavian's eyes went dark, his face grim. He realized that Boulevard was about two hours into his playlist, and laughed. He had been running at a steady pace for two hours, with nothing to keep time. Xavian looked at the sun, and smiled, it was high enough in the sky to be at least 5 by now.

"I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a..."

He laughed a little, amazed at his stamina. Looking at the park bench next to him, he saw a guy.. Turning slowly, he smiled. OH DAMN! He had forgotten to look for Tristan the night before. Blood, pool of blood, yup, it was Tristan.

"Buddy? You ok there? I'll help you up" Xavian silently cursed himself for forgetting. Tristan would probably kill him for it, but, he had found him at least. Xavian extended his hand, shaking in the cold air, as it flowed around him, his body heat being sapped away slowly.

"Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone"

Xavian's troubles were forgotten, and he suddenly concerned himself only with helping his acquaintance out. Was this his fault? Most likely, yes. Was this something he could have prevented? Once again, yes. Zen figured that the least he could do was help Tristan out, since it was his stupidity and laziness that caused this incident.

"My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone... "

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Tristan didn't know how long it had been since he'd stumbled his way through Central Park. He was never really even that familiar with New York, so that's what he did most of the time he was here but this was totally different. This time, he was completely out of his own skull, anyone could tell. He'd just spent a couple weeks in Ireland, but finally came back to the states under direct threat from his sister, who somehow found out he was overseas. No one else knew before he left, it was a big secret; not even his agent or manager knew. They were going to be royally pissed about it, but in the end it was just a very Tristan Silvers thing to do, and there was nothing they could do about it. Tristan was known for his poor decisions and lack of thought process through said decisions, so this was something to be expected of the young actor.

But this... this was pushing it.

He'd gone to Ireland for the heroin market over there, that and all the pubs. He'd gotten himself mixed up with some in-the-know people, getting the best stuff for cheap. And he'd basically gotten chased out of Dublin for calling a midget a leprechaun, so he figured it was best he left anyway. It wasn't like he remembered much of his time there, he'd been high and/or drunk the entire time. And that had clearly not changed now that he was back in the states. His plane into the United States landed here, and he had about a two hour layover for his flight back to LA. So naturally, he'd wandered into a bar and only made things worse for himself. Not only that, but he'd fashioned himself a nice blunt, wandered to the park in the wee hours of the morning, and found himself a nice park bench to smoke on. He was completely out of it, especially when he joined the online chat from his phone. Under instruction from someone on there, he'd made an attempt to find the exit to this infernal park, but he hadn't made it very far.

Being so high, he couldn't find the ground so he just rolled right off the bench and face planted onto the pavement. After that there wasn't much moving for Tristan, considering blood was spilling out of his nose like a faucet. It had subsided over the past few hours, but the pool was still there beside his face. It was astonishing no one had passed him and bothered to check and make sure he was alright yet. He knew that guy from the chat was apparently coming to find him, but he'd lost track of all time. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours since the guy had told him not to move. He hadn't moved, and had been in a heavy daze since then, the metallic smell of the blood absolutely nauseating in such heavy doses. He finally sat up though, and as soon as he did he was swarmed by what looked like a dozen people. Okay, so it was only one. Tristan struggled to make his eyes focus on the being in front of him.

He readily swatted at the hand that was outstretched to help him up. Tristan did not accept help. Well, the sober one didn't; though you really couldn't call this sober and be truthful at the same time. But for Tristan and his most recent escapades, this was about as sober as it got. He didn't know what had gotten into him to fuel this sudden venture, but it really didn't matter the cause. "I'm fine, dude," he slurred as he slid himself up onto the bench, rubbing his forehead. He pulled his hand away and noticed blood. "Fuck," he stated plainly as he wiped at his face. After that, all he could do was sit back and give a hearty chuckle. "Shit, I didn't think you'd actually come find my ass," he said, sputtering a little as he turned his head to the side and got rid of the blood in his mouth on the ground.

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"I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

Xavian laughed along with Tristan. His eyes roamed the area, looking northward quickly, realizing that it was way too quiet for his liking. Zen's eyes snapped back into a forward facing position, and he wiped his brow. He silently spoke, wondering whether or not Tristan knew what was even going on. Xavian knelt, trying to help Tristan up. Blood was everywhere, and he didn't like it.

"I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end "

Xavian's piercing blue eyes found those of Tristan, fierce, intence, and focused. He grinned. The kid was still alive, at least. That was good, for him. Zen tried to help the kid to his feet again, this time, actually grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him up. "Dude, come on. Let's go. Come on"Xavian paused, remembering that Tristan had promised to tell him everything. "So, what were you even doing in Ireland, that place is a freakin wasteland!"

You called me strong, you called me weak
But your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground

Xavian realized that his Zune was still on, and reaching down, with great effort, realizing that he had missed the machine, fell. He grabbed it, and laughing, still, shut it down.The machine obliged for about ten seconds, then started back up again. The noise blared against the quiet of the early morn. Zen's demeanor changed, and he took the thing in both hands, and headbutted the off button. "Freaking Piece of Crap. I should've gotten a newer model" He mumbled, and then stood up.

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with my
Superhuman might
Kryptonite

Xavian laughed at himself, his quiet chuckle ringing out, eliciting a cacophony of bird sounds, as they fluttered about his head. He once again, extended his hand, this time making sure not to let go of Tristan, he grabbed his arm. He was gonna make up for his laziness and screw-ups. Or at least, so he hoped.