Can You Recognize My F A C E (closed)

[Liana Williams]

Liana wouldn't lie or try to sugar coat it...this was her most favorite time of the year. There just never seemed to be a bad day in California weather wise. Everything was green (when you were in an area to appreciate it) people were cooking out doors, and starting to venture to the beaches. Shorts and flipflop's were back, in full swing and had been for a while, but Lia, had just stepped back on American soil only a few days ago.

With her dad finally retiring, it gave her a chance to maybe have a relatively normal teenage experience - as late as it was to do so. Call her crazy, but she wanted to worry about how she would look not going anywhere on a Friday night, or asking herself if that was a pimple in the morning because she was worried that someone else would notice. Lia wanted the whole experience, including the drama.

Spending all of your adolescence and teenage years with your parents did a lot of things, except for making you a social butterfly. It wasn't to say she didn't know how to get on with people her own age, but she never put the effort to create long lasting bonds knowing they would leave from where ever it was they lived at the time. Consequently she was mature for her age...in most respects.

Even though she had missed the exciting and bustling energy of San Diego even it became a little to much for Liana to handle sometimes. The crowded corners, clogged sidewalks, and noisy traffic - it was a reassuring symphony, but still, a loud one. But still the comforting sights and smells made sure the small smile on her face was firmly in place as she made her way from the more urban jungle of downtown, to a more rural area.

A local, but out of the way park, few trees and a cement walk way stretching to cut through the carefully clipped green lawn. It was pleasingly quiet, only a couple more people out this close to sunset - as anyone could imagine, joggers. They hardly noticed her as she started walking - with iPods stuck in their ears (her mother had always said that people that listened to music while they worked out where those who couldn't stand to be alone with their own thoughts) she was left relatively alone.

Left to her own devices she took her time, keeping to the edge of the walkway for the other people that were moving at more then a snails pace. But like her there were even a few out taking their time as well and normally she wouldn't even have more then maybe a passing friendly nod or more of a noticeable upturn of her lips. However in her leisure canter, her light green eyes landed on a figure heading her way, hands in his pocket - shoulders slightly rolled forward and looking for all the world like he was lost in his own thoughts. The bucket hat he was wearing shaded his eyes for the most part making it hard to get a good look.

As both paths brought them closer, her gaze became a little more intent a feeling like she should have known this person taking over. She didn't stop though not until she had passed by the brooding figure completely. With a small thoughtful frown she did pause, one folded arm coming up so her fingers brushed a few stray pieces of hair behind her ear. Casting a side long look back at the motion she watched his back for a second. The nagging feeling like she should know him was still there though...

Her pulse picked up unexpectedly, more like skipping in her viens at the familiarity of it but not understanding why. Turning completely Liana nearly hesitated, her foot moving forward a half step before the other followed getting her started and building back up the slow momentum to get her going again. Who was this guy? And more importantly why was she suddenly acting like a stalker? Well, there was no real room or time to ask herself those questions now that she was doing it.

Quicker then she realized she closed the gap between them considerably to not go unnoticed. Lia just felt like if she could get a clear look at his face - or rather his eyes, she unsated curiosity would go away.

[Devon]

Devon wasn't sure why he would go back to the same place over and over again. It brought back bitter sweet memories every time he went to the park, but his habits were too difficult to break. Why would he bother returning if it wasn't for the fact it was the only place that he found in the area that felt comfortable. Even if it didn't feel that way anymore, there was nothing he could do about that, it was still the closest he could get.

Of course the sense of bitterness was diminished somewhat by opium laced marijuana and Jack Daniels. Luckily he had no desire to drive when he was intoxicated. More often then not he would just walk, and walk until he wound up someplace familiar. And once in a familiar place he would let his thoughts consume him, or he would drift off until he woke up and regained his bearings.

Not exactly the safest path, but his reason for hitting the intoxicants had been refreshed. The wound was an old one, reopened through the most recent events. If anyone knew the wound it would be his father, and someone that saw the one most obvious outburst during his childhood that was a direct result of the age old wound.

With a heavy sigh he walked through the park, his whole body humming, feeling disturbing light. Everything around him was too bright, and so his hat had been pulled down to shade his eyes. If he had any presence of mind he would've slipped on his sunglasses. Nothing made sense to him anymore, he had no bearings, and the only thing that made sense was the unique scent that lingered around him.

Devon would have simply kept walk along the concrete pathway, and circled it mindlessly a few times, had it not been for the sensation of being watched. Despite his intoxicated state his instincts weren't completely dulled, he could feel something was off. His head lifted and he glanced about his surroundings. It was then that he realized what park he was in, and that someone was quickly moving up behind him.

Unease settled in the pit of his stomach, and he quickly swirled around. What he found was a young woman, shorter then him by nearly half a foot, with brown hair. This was all the detail his mind could process before his hand jerked up from his pocket, his fingers pressed along the woman's cheek. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he jerked her head back at an angle, staring down at her as he stepped up against her, his dilated eyes as harsh as a half-aware-intoxicated-teenager could be.

"Who the 'uck you think you are? What I do wrong, hu'?" Devon's eyes slowly regained focus, but not enough for him to realize only from the look of the young woman that she was different. It was Kevala come around to torment him with her soft curves and her dysfunctional mood swings. For that moment it was her, and he looked as angry as he was confused, his body reacting to his orders very well despite just how out of his head he was at that moment.

[Liana Williams]

Liana should have realized what an utterly and completely stupid idea it was to follow behind a near perfect stranger, at dusk, in the middle of a close to deserted park. But she had against better judgment, and before she could reach out, say anything he had spun around on her - her stealthy abilities good as none and her reaction time nonexistent. Her shoulders tensed up on instinct and her arms could do nothing but curl up - her fingers, balled up and pressed against her chest between them as her hair was fisted in his hand.

Personal space was a joke at that point as well, and the sudden unexpected movement made her gasp quietly her eyes widening slightly as she froze there. The skip in her pulse, now turning into a fluttering of a whole new cadence. The guys slurred speech clued her in that he was intoxicated or high - the sickly sweet acrid aroma hovering around him telling Lia, it was both. Her mouth worked a couple times to form some words when his muffled question demanded an answer out of her. Really she didn't know what to say other then, "sorry."

It was breathed out, softly , but for the same reason she couldn't let go of the ghostly flicking feeling since she had seen the guy in the first place she didn't pull away, and she wouldn't drop it. "I just..." Liana started but stopped almost just as quickly. She just what? Had no clue...

Letting out a silent breath and seeing as how he wasn't easing up any, she forced herself to relax, "do I...know you?" Liana didn't see the point of beating around the bush now and even as she asked it her pale lime green orbs were flicking over his face, finally settling on the feature that had been shadowed by his hat. From the angle and being so close there was no way she could miss them now. The dilated pupils the most noticeable even the fact the color was brown - a rather forgettable shade, but what wasn't was the look in them.

It caused something to seize in her chest and she was sure the sudden emotion translated right to her face, perhaps in the form of mild shock. He couldn't be that same kid from years ago in the park, but she knew he was, almost everything had changed physically but...not what she saw on his face. Without realizing it a hand had slipped up, despite the situation, the pads of her fingers pressing high against his cheek bone right under the eye socket - brushing them up to hover at his temple.

She knew he didn't know who she was, hell she didn't even know him. Realization, was a bitch though, and she pulled her hand back almost as soon as she came to her senses to know what she was doing. Another apology trailing off her lips, but still unable to take a step back. It wasn't like her to necessarily be like this, but her small world had been slightly rocked, shaken and titled at the unlikely appearance of that boy she had seen. How long had it been? Long enough to know that the brief memory should have faded, but she had never seen that look before or again until now, so there was no doubt in her mind that this guy was Devon Richardson. But she doubted she could actually voice that...

[Devon]

Devon stood on that same position, holding her hair tight. His brain began to process information again. It took a little while, but the young woman finally said something in reply to his words. But there was something wrong, her words were quiet and properly apologetic, the voice sounded awkward to his ears. Did Kevala sound like that? His mind was starting to slowly tell him no.

It was then that other thinks began to click into place, like features of her face, the color of her eyes. The thing that stood out the most was the way she stood against him. Devon couldn't feel the soft trembling that normally could be felt when Kevala would apologize to him. Devon leaned down a little more, his eyes narrowing as he got closer.

"Know me?" Devon frowned, merely a sparse few breaths between them as he stared down at the woman. If it wasn't Kevala, which he now decided was probably the case, who was it? Not to mention, he had grabbed her by the hair. How many women in the world wouldn't scream and claw out his eyes at that point? And of course then there was the question, did she know him?

Devon paused all movement, only his breath staying constant. A soft sensation brushed slowly over cheek, shifting up until the warm pads of her fingertips rested under the brim of his hat. He wondered why they felt so different, why the heat of her hand radiated heavier then it should have. It was likely something to do with the intoxicants, and the fact that there was suddenly a swirling sensation in his stomach.

Suddenly all the thoughts snapped together, and he suddenly released his grip on the girls hair, letting it slip through his fingers as he stepped back. Pathetically his heel caught on the edge of the concrete and he fell back onto his rump, one hand resting on concrete, the other on grass. His head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Devon couldn't remember a time that he lost his balance.

"Something is wrong." Pure poetry.

[Liana Williams]

The first syllable of the word sorry had barely made it past her lips when she pulled back her hand, and he had done the same, sending him to take a stumbling step. Blinking heavily she watched him go down and not move, only saying merely three words which sent her into action. Moving forward she knelt down in front of him ducking her head down, her hand reaching out and hovering at his upper arm, wondering if it was a good idea to touch him again or not.

"Are you alright?" Liana wound up asking first and foremost, the words bleeding with genuine concern for the guy. Obviously something was wrong, it would take an idiot not to see that. Although it was clear he wasn't hurt in any outward way. Letting out a breath, and balancing her weight by pressing her palm to the concrete next to his foot, she tipped her head, "can you stand?"

If he couldn't, it looked like they were going to be waiting out till his sobriety, because he was taller then her, and even if the baggy clothes hid it, she knew he was probably much heavier then her. Or more then she'd be able to tug around anywhere. She looked to the side for a brief moment as someone jogged past, not surprised to see them leave her peripheral vision almost as soon as they came into it. Not stopping. Most people now a days didn't do that sort of thing.

Shaking her head she looked back to Devon, wanting to ask him what had happened over the last 10 years, but finding that this wasn't exactly the most opportune moment. Of course there was the little fact there was no way he would have noticed her at 7 years old in a park that long ago, especially when she hadn't even spoken to him. Sitting back on her heels Lia held her hand out in a somewhat reserved manner, "listen sorry about that. I thought you were someone else..."

She had half meant it to the lead into an introduction (though she wasn't sure he was at all in total grasps of his facilities to pass pleasantries) and half meaning for it to be an offered hand up. Regardless her tone was a little low, mellow and smooth, despite the fact he had just grabbed her up and was unquestionably on something at the moment. With her free hand she pushed a large curl of brown out of her eyes, her lips smoothing up into a somewhat aloof smile, however small it was.

[Devon]

Devon began a period of self examination. During the surreal moment he was looking down at himself, noticing that there was a small quake that would rush down along his limbs at four second intervals. Each time it happened he became a little more nervous. He had seen it happen before, it meant someone had put something in his already altered stash that they shouldn't have.

His body was putting out too much heat as well, which was probably a bad sign as he barely even noticed how quick his pulse was. Devon's stubborn mind tried to work past the sensations that distracted him, the breeze chilled his skin, feeling more like a cool sheet being brushed along his skin then air.

Every question that was posed to be was drowned out by the hammering he was suddenly aware of in his hears, their heat feeling as thought it stood out the most. Were they pulsing red hot like they felt? Devon tilted his head back, his lips opening as his tongue smacked against the upper bridge of his mouth. Even thought it clearly was moist as it was meant to be, it felt barren, sticky, like glue had been molded above his tongue.

In his search for the water fountain he knew were littered around him, even if he was only vaguely aware of where he was, he spotted the clearly-not-Kev in front of him. The reminder shocked him just enough for a moment where adrenaline spiked into his blood stream, giving him a moment of much needed clarity. His hand fished into his pocket, although the awkward movements probably looked more like he was cleaning off his palm from the grass until he managed to pull a thin card from his wallet.

Devon took the outstretched hand, seemingly slapping the card into her hand. He sat forward, using her hand to make him rest his upper body against his knees. With head head tilted back his pupils were still wide, and the light strained his ability to view anything but vague shapes surrounded by a white haze. "Get a cab, would ya." He mumbled at the vaguely feminine hazy outline.

[Liana Williams]

Obviously everything she had said had met deaf ears because he looked to out of it to even comprehend that she was even squatted down in front of him. Liana was unsure if she should feel a little disappointed at the fact but the card that was put in her open hand - after a minute of heavily fumbling- instead of his hand had her attention delved on the thin business card, slightly tattered. Regardless she had offered her help and wouldn't be just leaving him like this, the idea not even crossing her mind when he told her to call a cab.

Standing, Lia fished her cell phone out of her back pocket and unlocked the touch screen to dial the number of the taxi service. It only took a matter of a couple of minutes to ask for someone to come by the park they were at before she returned to original position, as eye level to him as possible. She wasn’t exactly sure if she should attempt conversation with him anymore, but it would help if he were awake and somewhat lucid, so even if he didn’t talk back…maybe could keep him from passing out – like it looked like he might any second.

“My name’s Liana, by the way,” she started moving over off to his side and out of the way of anyone still jogging their way. Her eyes furtively, briefly, looked around for the nearest bench. “Can you stand? Maybe we should get you off the ground,” Liana went on attentively raising a hand to his arm, and slipping her fingers over the course cotton/poly blend of his jacket. The pressure she applied urged him up, that is only if he wanted to do so, he was much to heavy for her to physically move him on her own. “Do you need anything?”

All the questions were for one purpose only – her tone injected with a little more firmness then before, and that was to try and get his attention and keep it on her, force him to focus through whatever high he was on, but what she reckoned he needed was a good cold shower, a hot coffee, and a nights sleep. At the beginning of her day, Lia didn’t think she would be running into Devon – of all people – or seeing him wasted in any capacity. But, it was what it was, and at the moment she was glad she had run into him now then maybe let this happen on his own and leave him to let him sleep it off in the middle of a park, like a common junkie.

Some how the image just didn’t set well with Liana, but ten years did a lot to a person. Obviously.

[Devon]

Devon could hear the odd tones of a phone being dialed somewhere around him. But his sense of hearing and his brain weren't all that well connected at the moment, and his focus was similarly affected. Grunting he pulled his legs toward him, shifting his weight as he could sit up on his knees, his hands pressed against the ground to keep his balance.

It was a sickening sensation, he had never gone without his sense of balance. It was the thing he could almost always rely on since he was young and training with his father, having it missing was like having forgotten how to breathe.

In front of him he found the woman was at eye level with him again, and he focused as best he could to listen to her. Why was she introducing herself, he knew who she was. Devon then blinked and leaned back slightly, realizing again that the woman wasn't Kevala. Shaking his head he started to press himself upward, finding that there was pressure against his arm.

"Too hot." Devon managed to say between slow and heavy breaths, his head tilting to the side as he looked down at the cement, and up toward the curb. Somehow he would manage to stand, pulling one leg up while resting on the other knee, and straightened himself into a fully upright position. Of course without a firm center of balance he was likely to just tip over and crack his skull on the concrete.

Nothing in him brought him an awareness of who the woman was. A name ringed in his ears when he glanced back at her, his balance off as he looked toward her. Liana, it felt right, but he couldn't connect the name to a memory, and he didn't believe in the good Samaritan. Something was wrong with the fact she was there, he was convinced, although in his altered state it was difficult to compile a full thought.

[Liana Williams]

Concern began to creep up on her again, the way he was sweating and the almost labored breathing. He seemed clumsy with his movements, like he had no balance and when he began to raise up, Liana slide in closer to him, ducking under his arm and letting the appendage hang over her shoulder. She, herself, wobbled a little under his unsteady stance, his weight baring a little onto her like she was a crutch. Lia just hoped his didn't go down because she was going to go with him.

"Do you want some water?" From under her slightly stooped position next to him her hand curling around his forearm, just above his wrist, her other arm around his waist, Lia spotted a near by bench and luckily enough a water fountain. "The cab should be here soon, do you just want to take a seat?"

The sun was starting to sink down far enough that the light around them was cast in shades of rusted orange and lingering yellows, all tinged with red. It never crossed her mind that her helping a seemingly complete stranger was odd to someone - Liana didn't necessarily just stop and help everyone, but she couldn't very well leave him like this now could she? Even though she hadn't gotten any sort of response out of him to any of her questions, she continued to just randomly ask him all the things she could.

Lia had no idea if she was being any sort of help, or just being a plain bother, but it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. As she found her slight form folding underneath his added weight, Liana made the quick executive decision to direct them both to the bench. Removing the arm from around her shoulder, she guided him down to sit, and settled down herself next to him.

Her knees brushed against the outside of his thigh as she angled herself toward him, her fingers going to the lapels of his jacket and her fingers pushing the material away slightly, “you said you were hot, you want this off?”

She was hoping that he would answer with something, or the cab would hurry up and get here.

[Devon]

Devon felt something pressing under his arm, keeping him from simply falling over. He could support his weight, he just needed a place to use as his center of balance. The normal minor corrections controlled by his brain were replaced by something pressing against his side and under his arm, and he matched his movements as best he could to that. Other then an occasional stumble it would be fairly easy, although without corrections to keep him from leaning off the wrong way could be a problem.

But it turned out that it wasn't much of a problem, he somehow wound up sitting down on a park bench. He glanced down at the hard surface under his thighs, and the knee pressing against him. Devon almost groaned at the reminder, but it came out as a heavy sigh instead. The reminder wasn't exactly something that he needed, but then again he shouldn't have been surprised considering where he showed up.

Focus returned to him for a moment as he felt something tugging at the weird cloth he had decided to put on above his muscle shirt. It felt odd to have something brushing against the material, and his first reaction was to reach up and grab onto a wrist that was displacing the material. His grip was weak, but he made it pause, while his mind brushed over his check list. No, he didn't have anything valuable on him, just enough money to get home and not much more.

Nodding he let his fingers slip down across the back of her wrist, before it fell onto his thigh, and he wound up tilting in her direction. He wouldn't prove very helpful. All he really did was shift his shoulders to tug away from the material. With his breaths coming out in long heavy breaths, and his forehead feeling damp from perspiration, it wouldn't be hard to guess why he reacted so suddenly to the sight of a taxi pulling up to the curb.

Before the jacket was all the way off he stood, and took his first step forward, his upper body bending back and to the right while his legs decided they could keep going another pace, leaving him badly off balance, much to the amusement of anyone who enjoyed Jackass, as he would soon be planting the back of his skull on the ground.

[Liana Williams]

Pausing, when she had no choice but to, at his sudden grip on her wrist she waited, watching him fixedly, not even moving to brush back the stray wavy strands that drifted across her cheek with the push of the breeze filtering through. Even though it was all cooling to her skin, the air kissing across her skin in a light refreshing way, Devon was perspiring noticeably, his breathing no better and coming heavy intervals like he had just ran a few miles.

When she at least got a nod from him answering her question Liana started tugging the material away finding his help on the matter rather minimal, but before she could get to far into helping him out of the coat, he shot up. The sudden movement caused her to sit back almost just as quickly. While Lia was put off by the way he unexpectedly stood, she saw the way he leaned, his center of gravity and balance swaying and bringing him with it - one way or another.

Moving herself, she was behind him, her hands smoothing up his back to urge him to at least stay upright, but she had to move with him quickly seeing as how his feet weren't stopping, not at all deterred over the fact he was barely able to even stand. The one thing that was immediately clear at the moment was that she didn't want him to have to go to the hospital over falling and knocking himself out.

So - taking the time - she stuffed the card she had gotten into her back pocket without even looking at it, then nimbly slipped back into her previous position at his side, grasping onto him lightly. "Easy now," she muttered, starting to see now that this...was going to be a long night.

She was glad for the taxi being there at least, and so she maneuvered them both toward the bright yellow cab, through a few stumbles on both of their parts Liana managed to get them to it at least. With no help from the guy sitting in the front seat and smelling distinctly of ham, Lia was left to get the door herself. "Thanks for nothing," she breathed out under her breath with audible irritation, but ushered Devon on in ahead of her, waiting until he was completely in before ducking her head down and following suit.

"Where too?"

The question made her stop, mid breath, and looked quickly from the man in front of her to the one beside her. It didn’t occur to look at the card, or think that it might have had his information on it for her, instead she scooted forward a little and gave the cabbie her address. Her parents were gone and would be for the weekend. Liana’s father might be retired but that didn’t mean the man could sit still for any particular length of time. Quite the opposite actually so both her parents had taken a yacht on a mini cruise for the weekend. Of course they were just a phone call away, and her bank account had a fresh deposit in it for anything she might have needed while they were gone.

Sitting back Liana sighed and turned to face Devon again, just looking at him she could tell he didn’t look that comfortable. Lifting a hand to his brow, her fingers pushed up his hat a little, his flushed skin hot under her cool fingers. She wasn’t sure if what she was doing was at all smart or not, but she wasn’t exactly analytical like that. Although she didn’t know Devon, she felt like did…she was taking the big risk that he hadn’t wound up a psycho killer and would bash her over the head once they got to her house just to take her for everything she had.

Dropping her hand and leaning her shoulder fully into the seat next to him, but still turned to face him she relaxed a little, “I hope you don’t mind, but we’re just going to my place.”

[Devon]

Devon felt something pressing him forward, but he was too out of it to know that he was being helped against, at least until she came around his side. He glanced downward in curiosity, frowning as he tried to focus his eyes on the figure that was helping him, still not sure why it was happening in that way.

Everything became a blur after that point, stumbling along occasionally, coming one step closer to the cab with each step. Once he was helped in he could barely keep himself upright, the only reason he didn't immediately slump over was because he pressed his shoulders back against the seat before he could.

The car felt sweltering compared to the cool breeze that felt like cold thin sheets being dragged along his skin. At some point he felt something cool brushing along his forehead, pressing his hat upward. The odd sensation made him shudder, but he subconsciously pressed his head against the cool touch, so much so that he ended up slumped to the side, against the woman who was helping him.

Vaguely he heard her speak, and he managed a quiet reply. "Doesn't matter." He just needed to cool down, his body still pulsed with unnatural heat, and he wanted nothing more then to shove his head into a bucket of ice.

[Liana Williams]

Biting her lip lightly when Devon slumped over and onto her, she glanced sharply at the driver, "can you hurry it up, please?"

He seemed to be taking his time and trying to run up the meter on her so with a mild glare when he shot her a look in the reflection of the rear view mirror, he did just what she suggested. Liana knew how long it took and how much it would cost to get from a few places around San Diego, and as the taxi drove through the quiet suburbia homes of her neighborhood she focused her attention back on the figure using her as a head rest.

Her hand came back up to brush back over his brow, soothing the flushed skin a few times in a way that would suggest the two knew each other. In all honestly it just seemed like the right thing to do, like asking the questions - anyone else probably wouldn't put in the effort, a call to 911 or even maybe take them to the hospital if they were feeling considerate enough.

Finally, the cab stopped out in front of the house, forcing her thoughts off the matter at hand - if for only a moment. Shifting to a position in her seat where she could lift her hips up a little, she dig unto her front pocket and a few twenties so she could peel one from the bundle and hand it forward. Liana mumbled for him to keep the change and with her money balled in her hand she slide out of the car only to go around the other side and help him out like she had done getting him in.

Getting up the slightly inclined path to the two story town house was little more difficult then she would have liked, especially as she started to tire of all this, his steps seemingly getting heavier the further they went. It was no small feat to actually get the door unlocked either, and, Liana didn't know if they'd make up stairs but it was lucky enough that there was a guest bedroom on the first floor with its own bathroom.

Forgetting the door the moment had managed to fumble open she left it standing wide open to get them through the foyer, and down the hall, past the kitchen - by that point Liana was sweating herself from the effort. There were a few boxes still out from their recent move in that she had to avoid, but with a grunt she turned into the room at the end of the hall and past the steps. With a huff she got Devon to the bed with the fresh linen on it - something her mother insisted on.

It was cool in the house, cooler then the seventy two or so degrees it was outside currently - as her father liked it to be like a meat locker. The quiet hum of the central air and heating unit pushed air through the vents above them on the walls, and the ceiling fan in this particular room silently made rounds to circulate the crisp air. The room still smelled faintly of fresh paint, and a touch of the fabric softener rose up from the bed spread, that her mother used in all their laundry.

Taking in a deep breath, Liana straightened slowly and arched the small of her back pulling the small cramp out from the tendons. Looking at Devon, still looking dazed and confused she tipped her head wondering what now...she had the brilliant idea to get him here... "Do you want something? Water? Coffee?" Looking to the side she frowned, "hungry?"

[Devon]

Devon wasn't sure what the sharp tone was for, but he merely pressed his eyelids together tightly for a moment, as though the sound had caused his ears momentary pain. But it likely didn't stand out considering all the other trouble he was having with his body and it's reactions to something it shouldn't have ever been exposed to.

Those cool slim digits were brushing against his flushed skin, drawing away the moisture that gathered on his forehead as he rested his weight against the figure next to him. He was unaware of just how long they remained like that, his sense of time was never something he kept control of in an altered state.

When the cab's constant movement finally stopped he glanced out the window, wondering why the structure looked so alien to him. Even in the white haze of his vision he could distinctly tell it was not familiar, but then again not much was.

The haze that followed drove him to the brink of insanity. His head was spinning and his surroundings were entirely foreign. At least int he cab his eyes were generally closed, and at the park he was in a familiar place. Devon recovered when the cool air began to pull the heat from his body, but it wasn't enough.

Devon slowly sat upright, groaning as he slumped forward and to the side, barely catching himself on his forearm. "Need a shower." He muttered, his dilated eyes swiveling from one side of the room to the other, trying to spot where the closest source of cool water was.

[Liana Williams]

Devon had been pretty pliable in his state during the whole meeting and trip, and it wasn't a stretch to understand why. And while she stood in front of him her hands hanging low on her hips she watched him sit up, finally speaking up and out about what he wanted or needed rather. A shower...

Well, there was a bathroom connected to the guest room, but she wondered briefly he was going to be able to get out of his clothes seeing as how he looked like he was barely sitting there to begin with. "Sure," Lia answered anyways, turning away from him and opening walking past the foot of the bed and heading to a closed door that was currently at Devon's back on the other side of the rather spacious area.

Her footsteps were muffled mutely against the plush carpet, and she finally pushed open the door. Flipping on the light switch the clean white tiled bathroom flooded with a low wattage bulb from the fixture overhead before she headed to the bathtub. Liana wanted to help, but she was sure that it would help him to move around himself, so she gave him ample opportunity as she bent over the edge of the porcelain garden tub and twisted the silver tap for the cold water. She introduced the hot water slowly and only a little, she got the hint that he was hot, was over heated - and that what ever was in his system was making him boil, literally.

Straightening Liana straightened the shower curtain that went practically all the way around the tub, so the ends of the plastic were tucked in and the water wouldn't drip to the floor. Finally turning she paused at the entrance, all of that having taken maybe literally a moment.

"Do you need some help? Or do you go it...?" Well she wasn't trying to get him out of his clothes, but she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to drown himself in there once she stepped out to let him have his privacy. Before she heard an answer she turned on an after thought and grabbed a towel from the linen closet and laid out a few for him. Liana was sure that she could find a pair of flannel sleep pants her dad had, and a t-shirt that wouldn't swallow him, because while Devon was of a good size, her father probably made up two of him in width, and it wasn't all fat.