[h2][color=lightblue]Dez Flores.[/color][/h2]
A familiar voice caused the bachelor student to lightly laugh as his hand tremored slightly while placing the zippo into his vest pocket…a drink was long overdue. [b]“Well, there you are. So feisty this one but don’t mind her, she’s barbaric. The poor thing can’t help it.”[/b] He chuckled while wrapping one arm around Astrid’s shoulder and pulled her close even though the high probability of her wriggling away was possible. His pierced tongue shifted the lit cigarette to the opposite side of his mouth, so that the choking fumes were not enveloping Astrid’s face. 

[b]“You did not introduce us so let me correct your mistake. I am Desmond.”[/b] He gave a little wave of his finger before continuing. [b]“This lovely nay enthusiastic creature is Astrid.”[/b] He said through a mumble so the cigarette would not fall from his mouth and land on the grassy plain. Waste not. Want not.

[b]“Interesting you say. I do actually. Here’s a test for you. There’s construction in the forest. They had to cease development because the machines stopped working. They haven’t been back because each piece they bring in dies...and so do the workers.”[/b] He said quickly with a nonchalant shrug. [b]“That’s what I last heard anyway.”[/b]  An impish grin spread across his polished face.

[b]“Make the bulldozer run so we can tear down this castle, even a part of it. This thing is eventually going to join the bottom of the water anyway, why don’t we help it along? If you can get one machine started I’ll give you whatever you want. If you can’t, you have to dance with me.”[/b] This statement was voiced with a little smirk. Astrid did not seem the dancing type though he was sure once through that rough exterior she was something else--or not. 

[b]“Fireworks wouldn’t be a bad touch either. We could take the forest down while we’re at it.”[/b] Dez took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry burning vividly. Who knew whether or not he was teasing or perhaps he was gauging these two to see how far they would go. He was down for anything especially if a little destruction went with it. Few people were down these days to join in his idiotic ideas of amusement. 

[b]“Better hurry, looks like someone might beat you to it.”[/b] Bringing up an index finger Dez pointed to the ruggedly handsome fellow with his front facing the shrouded forest. [b]“Dia Duit.”[/b] He attempted to shout a gaelic greeting while gathering the attention of Luna who threw a content yet worrisome look his way. At least he tried though he may have botched the whole hello in Irish attempt.

[h2][color=lightblue]Luna Flores.[/color][/h2]
Her warning had reached him but not with the desired results. Instead of offering gratitude Luna was met with deafening silence and his clean shaven face remained impassive. In fact, he eventually proceeded to turn back and enter the fog swept woodland disregarding what she had stated. Bronze doe eyes widened from shock, was he really going to ignore her cautious disclosure? Either way she tried once more to deter his perseverance yet his mind seemed made up.
 
[b]“If you pass a certain point you’ll come to a closed off area. The land isn’t stable enough to walk on. That’s why I am outside near the entrance. I am trying to dissuade others from venturing in that direction too.”[/b] Words were softly spoken as she brushed a stray lock of amber hair behind her ear angelically.

[b]“You can do what you like—I just thought you should know.”[/b] Luna felt as though her rambling would never end, and she brought a thumb nail to her bottom lip to gently bite on. How awkward. Her lack of social skills was causing further tension, and she just wanted to walk away but hesitantly remained. She had this post to look after and dancing to Irish techno was not her forte. Besides that, why was she trying so hard to make this guest turn around? She had spoken her peace so it was to be left at that yet she had continued relentlessly.   

[b]“You shouldn’t be out alone anyway.”[/b] Luna blurted aloud and nearly went into cardiac arrest after hearing herself. Who was she to give an opinion to a complete stranger anyway but shouldn’t he be enjoying the festivities? From behind she heard Dez’ butchered greeting luckily saving her from continuing to make a mockery of herself. Relived she tossed him a pleasant smile to acknowledge his presence before turning back to face the perplexing man. Was he going to listen or walk away?