Daron from the outside

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Daron Malakian is a 26-year-old trouble maker who never should be let outside. He comes from a rather wealthy family, his father is a successful business artist and well known worldwide. His mother is much alike the love of her life, but she settled down a long time ago.

His life is far away from perfect, or decent at all. Ever since he ran away from home he's been staying at cheap motels, or, he stayed in abandoned rooms in motels where no one would find him. His parents never put him on the news or a milk carton, I believe they were through with him. However, Daron was satisfied. He had everything he needed during six years of being away from home, a roof over his head and left over food on food trays. But he didn't really live off lowkey existing, no, he sometimes worked at the motels he visisted, but not for a long term. He only worked until he received his paycheck, after that, he was on the run to a new motel.

Daron wasn't a perfect employee. As a janitor, at most times, he never did anything. Maybe he weakly swept the floor with a broom when any human being passed him, stared philosophically at a perfectly fine light bulb shining over him, or just swung his keys between his fingers. He loved the keys so dearly. You see - he had keys to almost every room, spare keys, at least, so he could open the motel rooms. As he opened a motel room, and any employee passed him, he would make sure he had a tray with cleaning equipments or a screw driver in his hand before he entered. If they asked, he answered so friendly, "I heard complaints about roaches," and didn't walk in before he saw a smile in the employees' faces. "What an angel!" They sometimes said under their breath. He heard them very well. However, as he closed the door, he opened the minibar and took every bottle there was and poured the drinks in seperate plastic bottles he owned. And to make it seem like the people who stayed in the room drank the liquor, he poured small drops into the glasses in the room, and added some lip prints on the glass to make it look like someone drank it. That, of course, meant that he needed to borrow lipstick, if one of the visitors was a woman. Sometimes he took bags of chips or peanuts, but he never took the bags with him, no, he hid a plastic box in the tray to put the food in. He rarely took junk food because he can't stand it. The man is a genius, or so he thinks when he robs the motel.

He didn't always rob the motel; he robbed the people, too! One of the reasons why he brought a tray into the motel room is because he needed room for the clothes he was stealing. Most of the male clothes were oversized, poor boy has the height of 5'7", so he would drown in the big pants he took. He's practically as tall as some women, but it was not that often he stole female clothes. Well, he could steal a feminine sweater, if it's cute, but he wouldn't really dare to take a dress with him. It's awfully tempting for him, but he knew he will never need it. A t-shirt or a regular shirt is fine. A sweater would be lovely. It would be more lovely for Daron if the clothes were much smaller.

He didn't take all the clothes he could find, for the love of God, he only took clothes when he needed them. Usually he just checked for money and credit cards. After that, he left again, lived on the streets for a short term just to gather up some heroin shots to bring along on his new journey to a new motel.

Later he realized that he couldn't live off this "lifestyle". Yet he continued to take money, maybe some clothes, but the money disappeared on heroin shots. And yadda, yadda, yadda, he took AA courses at the baptist church and disappeared for two months until he appeared again for no specific reason. He's glad to be back, though.

The deep, emotional trauma he caused the members of the baptist church could be caused by the following:

1. Daron attempted to hijack a Chevrolet suburban standing in the parking lot by the church, which was owned by a vulnerable single-father going through a midlife crisis, whom visited the AA meetings. He left for good after the incident.

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