cypress8blade
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- Posted: Sun, 06 May 2012 08:04:46 +0000
Rhava
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"No, no. Eric, you can talk to me if you want. I'm just saying, don't talk to other people about it. If anyone is going to understand your situation, it's going to be me," she said holding up her hands smiling. Rhava hoped that she could keep a friendship with Eric. At least, there would be someone else who knew the real world. She felt herself blush a little feeling Alto's hand on her thigh. She had memories of that game students played in high school, the nervous game. Rhava was the champion in her school, but now, not so much. And, why did he keep having to whisper in her ear? It kept making some chills run over her skin. Eric calling them 'lovebirds' made her head shoot up to look directly at him with red cheeks. "U-uh, I, I think- well, I mean... we a-are, aren't that kind of serious. I don't think. Gah!" she stuttered and then slumped forward dramatically, hitting her forehead on the table. "Ow... ********] she groaned softly, quietly cursing her life inside her thoughts.
Slowly, she lifted herself up, rubbing her forehead. "I have some pictures on my phone you can use on the blog, I guess. I mean, the pics aren't that great, but it might drum up some more interest," she said then took a sip of her drink. Rhava pulled her phone out and opened her pictures folder. She quickly deleted a picture of herself that she meant to get rid of a few weeks ago, then set the phone down on the table for both men to see. It was the entire set of 18 painting she had set up for showing. These were her most disturbed works. Most having occult symbols, anti-religious imagery, and tons of war and torture. "I didn't want to put out the blood paintings, but the gallery owner insisted. ******** capitalist d**k," she said shrugging a little looking a bit put off.
Rhava flipped through the menu when Eric ordered quickly trying to come up with something she could eat. She hurriedly picked out a large fruit salad. She figured she would probably need the vitamins. Rhava looked between Alto and Eric then rolled her eyes slightly. She really hoped that they wouldn't do that thing were they would try to vie for her attention. She was much more use to younger guys doing it and those never ended well. Rhava cleared her throat slightly hoping to change subject slightly. "You know, I've already gotten a few threats. Some dumb a** thinks that I'm trying to summon the devil. Then this other women wrote me asking if I had been abducted," she said chuckling slightly. Rhava sighed then started to push ice around with her straw. "Much rather deal with the annoying goth posers who think I'm way more hardcore then I am. Just because I paint this stuff doesn't mean I like to ******** in graveyards," she said sounding rather annoyed. After a pause, Rhava smacked herself in the face. "Sorry. Way too much info."
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That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!