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[Fiishyy]

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и σ α н .. Ғ я α и c ε s .. м σ я ι s ε т т ε

☜ he went that way ☞

❝you got straight a's while i was writting fairy tales❞

i can't feel my legs. what a horrible feeling bubbled in the pit of his stomach. it bubbled there and tore up and through his body. the air on his damp flesh tingled, making his limbs quiver. his lips parted and a long breath of air escaped his mouth, ridding his lungs off all the oxygen inside them. suddenly, sharply, instantly, his eyes burst open and he gasped for air. he sat up wildly, looking around. his lips twitched. he curled up on the soft matress. his head whipped around, his green eyes eyeing his surroundings carefully, very carefully. he panted harshly, his eyes still wide and horror-filled. where was he? the last he remembered, he was standing on the ledge of his apartment complex. he was praying for death. he was holding his guitar. his hands clenched at the air, he looked down at his empty palms. 'good to see you've awakened.' a voice said suddenly. he lifted his eyes to meet those of the butler, jeeves. he didn't say anything, his body continued to shake with fear. where was he? where was his brother? his face twitched and he continued to stare at the snooty butler. 'welcome to the winter pulse hotel. i'm jeeves and i'll be attending you. .' the man continued slowly after not recieving any response from the frightened male. noah continued to watch him, gripping the bed covers and staring at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. 'wh-who are you?' he spoke finally, his eyes darted from the room itself to the creepy butler. 'i'm jeeves, i'm here to serve you, sir.' he said simply and made for the door.

noah forced himself out of the bed, making himself stumble after the man but as he walked out through the doorway, the butler had vanished. he quietly cursed under his breath, slowly backing away into his room again. he looked around it, biting his lip when he found his guitar laying on the couch in the room. he felt safer now. he walked to it, taking the wooden instrument into his arms. he kissed the handle, the wood cold against his lips. he ran his fingertips along the strings. he sighed, breathing in the smell of home. he nodded his head against it and stood, taking the strap and placing it over his shoulder. he began to look around. there was no television, no alarm clock, no windows. there was no way to reach the outside world. it was just really, really cold. he took a deep, shaky breath and hugged himself. it hadn't been cold in pennsylvania, quite the opposite, so he was only wearing a white wife-beater and his tight skinny jeans. he reached up, fumbling nervously with one of his dreads. he twisted it around his finger, suddenly craving a smoke. he hadn't smoked since.. he thought for a moment. oh god, what happened? he looked around again. where was he? he small whine escaped his lips and he opened the closet door, looking around inside it, tearing the hangers from the bars. he gritted his teeth and looked around. he walked into the bathroom. his head whipped in all directions, he winced when he caught his reflection. sure, he looked normal, but that was what made him wince. he eyed himself for a bit longer when something caught his eye.

he rose his hand to touch the beggining of a scar near his temple. he rose both his hands, running them along his scalp as he felt the multiple scarring stitches. his eyes wide with terror. tremors tore down his spine and his body shook. he had the scars.. he died.. but.. didn't die? he looked around him. was this hell? was this heaven? his eyes downcast. maybe it was limbo.. maybe he had to wait his turn to get anywhere. great. there was a waiting line for hell. he sighed quietly, glancing towards the shower. a nice, steamy bath would indeed comfort him in a moment like this. he glanced towards the door and pulled off his shirt quickly, slipping his pants down to his ankles and then turning to the shower, turning the knobs for the steaming water to pour out. he stepped inside. it was freezing outside from under the water, he just wanted to sit there forever. he never wanted to leave from under the water. maybe even drown in it. he was careful not to get his dreads wet, only keeping his water under the hot water. he kept his eyes shut, the mirror in the room growing fogged from the unbearable heat. he felt the steam asphixiate him but it felt so good. he kept his eyes shut tight, feeling the world around him spin.

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smack it up. if you act a в ι т c н to me.
stack it up. if you're ƒ υ c к ι и g rich as me.

as the italian adolescent stepped out of the enclosed headquarters in which his family resided, he walked off down the sidewalk. his face was smug and his eyes were playful. he was in the mood to have fun, go out to a casino and play or maybe even a brothel. he wasn't allowed out due to the family crisis but it wasn't like he really cared whether he was dead or not. he shoved his hands into his pockets, his cigarette in between his lips. the cancer stick bounced happily, the wind blew the ashes from the tip and up into the air. it was a grey day, like most days in new york. late afternoon, almost dipping into evening. this was the beginning. this was what came before a night on the town, a night full of booze, hookers and drugs. he was in the mood to party, starting to wonder where he might be able to get in free.

carmine turned on his heel and entered a seven-eleven, looking through the isles for some chips. he was hungry and had to eat if he wanted to consume the alcohol he was planning to take in that night. he grabbed three large bags of chips and a pack of cookies and then headed for the register. his meadow-green eyes were hidden behind his costly d&g glasses. he set the foods down on the counter and added a coke from the mini-fridge. when the man behind the counter told him to put out the cigarette, he spit it to the side and stomped on it in annoyance. he then pulled out his wallet and handed the man exact change to pay for his snacks. he didn't usually carry around a lot of money with him, keeping it all in his separate bank account.

he stuffed the bags into a plastic bag and his wallet back into the back pocket of his jeans. he grabbed the plastic bag and his coke and walked out of the store, holding the door open for an elderly lady as he did. he then stumbled out onto the sidewalk and headed off towards his favorite place to be. it was rather predicted, everyone knew he spent most of his afternoons at the baseball fields. he decided that he'd finish off his food there, probably buy a hot dog at a nearby stand and then head off into his night of fun and excitement. the baseball fields weren't that far off but he was starving, so he tore open a bag of chips and dove his hand into it as he walked. people watched him chew his snack food hungrily, stuffing handful after handful into his mouth and swallowing them down. after every three swallows, he'd gulp down a bit of coke. he loved eating. it was something he could literally do all day. obviously this meant that he had to spend several hours a day at the gym but that was early in the morning, so he'd have the rest of the day free. he let out a loud yawn, hurrying his pace and occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed.

[Fiishyy]

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"every day is the same old story. life can get so ******** boring." ↘↘ the wind whistled in his ears. he stood at the edge of the beautiful city, the air roared around him as he stared down at the earthland. the city below them was bustling as usual and he couldn't fight back the impulse to take the dive. something held him back, though. a million thoughts about his family, about his life, everything. was he going to p***y out again or was this just temporary?

he hadn't really given this much thought. then again, he never really gave anything much thought. he just kind of went for it, regardless of whether it affected other people or not. his white hair flicked in the wind, his cyan eyes glistening in the risen sun. he felt sick and nervous and unsure and those feelings were enough to piss him off. he turned away from the beautiful landscape and looked back towards the syro empire. this was his home where he lived with his dad and his brother and there was peace and ... his thoughts silenced in his head and he crossed his arms over his chest.

he was being a big baby again. he was hesitated and thinking too much. his dad and brother wouldn't miss him. they'd be better off without him. his father always complained about him not being a good enough example for his brother, so maybe him being gone would be a better thing. he pursed his lips. besides, if his mom really was down there .. he wanted to give her a piece of his mind. that b***h. that ... quitter.

his dad was an a*****e sometimes but he didn't ... he didn't deserve to be left alone. leif chewed on his lips, furrowing his eyebrows. would leaving his family make him any different than his mother? ... no! of course not! he was ... he was going to come back ... he promised himself that he wasn't going to abandon his family, he was just going to leave for a while. he wanted to find his mother and maybe travel a bit of lithios. nothing .. too dangerous. he lifted his hand, ruffling his feathery white mohawk. his lips parted and he relinquished a deep and dreary sigh. perhaps this was all some stupid plan of his, something that came with the age.

leif sat back onto the floor, staring out and past the cloudy border and into the horizon. it had been a hard morning. his father had gone to work early and his brother had still been sleeping soundly by the time he snuck out the front door. he had to pay the nosy woman next door not to tell his father that he had left.

before heading to the border of the city, he decided to get something to eat. he remembered he gave all his money to the nosy lady so instead, he stole a leg of ham. after being chased down several blocks, he managed to hide away. he ate inside of a garbage can, like some sort of filthy dog but hell, who cared? he was starving. after eating was when he finally came to the border .... what? not that much of a hard morning? hey, ******** you! it was tough, okay?

his eyes rose when he spotted something moving in the distance. he eyed the figure until it came closer. bubby was running towards him, its' wings flapping to help him run faster. its' tongue hung out of the side of his mouth and its' eyes were wide with happiness. what an idiot.

leif sighed and crouched down as the creature stopped next to him, yipping and leaping around. he reached over, scratching bubby on the head. "chill, okay?" he smirked slightly as the creature calmed itself and let leif scratch him on the head. "there, better?" he asked, grinning and bubby nodded his head. leif straightened up, letting out another sigh. "what do you think, bubs? should i jump?" he asked, setting his hands on his hips and looking back towards the breath-taking view. he couldn't help but grin with excitement as he stared out at it. bubby blinked up at him before bouncing up and down and flapping his small wings. leif eyed him before slumping his shoulders.

he reached out, plucking a light-brown feather from bubby's wing. he eyed it before placing it in his own hair. the feather stood out against his plain white hair. it didn't even match the feather earring that hung from his left ear, a vivid pink feather he stole from a bird that was perched on his window sill. (it had been a horrible fight but he was victorious!) the creature looked up at him questioningly. leif grinned cockily, reaching over and patting the others head. he wanted to walk around for a while more before taking the plunge. that's right! it was decided, he was heading down to the city ... right?

he walked confidently strode down the gravel sidewalk, the rocks crunched under his boots. a tiny dream-catcher hung off of his back pocket, swaying side to side with every step he took. why he carried that little charm? when he was five, his father handed it to him. his mother had bought that for him when he was born and hung it over his crib. the older man had taken it down, stating that it hurt to be reminded of her. when leif received it, it was what he most cherished in his life. this was also the reason for his tattoo. it was heartfelt and nice ... that was why leif didn't talk about it much.

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no se me duele comprender cómo fue que terminamos. ☆ la risa se quedo detrás, llena de polvo y lágrimas rojas. ☆ bésame con tus ojos de miel que me hablan de un mundo que ya no conozco. ☆ háblame de tí, no me dejes sólo. ☆ quiero descubrir por qué le tengo tanto miedo al amor. ☆ perdí la ruta del delfín, soñé que estaba muerto. ☆ más tarde pude revivir, estaba sólo en un barco de fuego. ☆ bésame con tus ojos de miel que me hablan de un mundo que ya no conozco.



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his eyes feebly cracked open as he stared up at his dimly lit ceiling. light barely broke through the tattered curtains over his bedroom window. as he forced himself to sit up, his eyes slowly wandered towards the alarm clock on his nightstand. beside the device was the carefully folded note he found taped to his apartment door. his hands slowly reached over, taking the paper from its spot and unfolding it. he stared down at the writing inside. santi couldn't help but feel nervous about the whole situation. maybe it was a trap. maybe it was some cop-thing. he broke his gaze away from the note and scanned his room. this was all just so strange. all those murders he committed to help his best friend, all the screaming and blood. it was all a terrible and misted dream. or at least, he hoped it was but alas, reality was a cruel one and the fact that he was indeed a murderer and his best friend had really gone insane dawned on him. he swallowed dryly, setting the note back onto his nightstand. he kicked off his bedsheets and turned in his seat.


the floor was shockingly cold when he set his feet against the white tile beneath him. santiago stood and stretched. his boxers hung loosely at his hips, his black happy trail led up from the grey shorts up to his belly button. he yawned loudly, scratching at the back of his neck sleepily as he slipped towards his closet. god, he was tired. but he really wanted to go to this farmhouse. he wanted to see who the hell was challenging him but most importantly, he wanted to save his best friend.


kian had always been there for him and vice versa. it hated to see what the guy was going through and for what? for the sake of some stupid demon? santiago had been stupid for not thinking of this earlier. before killing all the people they killed. before ******** themselves up to the point of no return. he picked out his clothes lazily, getting dressed quickly and then exiting his small room. he knew how to fix this, though. at least, he hoped he knew. he entered his kitchen, his mind buzzing with millions of thoughts and ideas. he had gone to church a week ago. he had confessed. he had repented. the priest told him to fix his wrong-doings and that's what he was going to do. he was going to save his best friend. as he reminded himself, he snatched a rosary from his desk. he stared down at it, his eyebrows furrowed. his cyan eyes skimmed the black beads and the bleeding christ on the dangling cross. he let out a long and shuddered breath of air. and that guy ... that so-called friend of theirs was nothing but a cheat. an idiot. a liar.

he grabbed his dark-blue backpack from the dingy couch in his tiny living room and from under the couch he pulled an axe he had used during almost all of his killings. he stared down at it quietly, gripping the weapon tightly. he clenched his backpack in his other hand. he promised himself this was the last killing. the last murder. he stuffed the axe into the backpack and zipped it shut. inside the pack was already the small containers of bleach and other chemicals he used. he slung the pack over his shoulder. his cellphone was tucked into his pocket and his house keys were in his hand. he looked back over the empty house, his frown plastered onto his lips. it wasn't like this was going to be the last time he was going to see his house ... right?

santiago exited his apartment, locking the door after him and then rushing to catch his bus. there weren't many busses that passed near where he needed to go. he glanced at the watch on his wrist, cursing when he realized the bus was going to arrive in meer minutes. he still had to run a few blocks to get to where he needed to go. santi ran down the stairs and off down the sidewalk. he yelled for the bus when he saw it parked at the stop. fortunately, the driver decided to wait for him. he boarded, paid and took a seat at the front. he set his backpack on his lap, glaring out the window. other people began to board the bus and once everyone was seated, it took off. the ride was somewhat painfully long. santiago was dying to reach his destination. he want to see kian already. he wanted to make sure the other was okay. he wasn't even quite sure what was going on.

the ride was an hour long and nature buzzed at him as he stepped out of the bus. no one else got down. he looked around him slowly, one backpack strap over his shoulder. his breathing was hitched and stuffy. he looked around as the bus departed. after taking a deep breath, he walked into the forestland. he headed for the farmhouse. the run-down house was a death-trap but he was going to get s**t done. he wasn't going back home without kian acting normal and that liar-d**k six-feet underground.

the walk, like the bus ride was silent. he rarely spoke to people. he didn't even like making noises; wheezing, panting, grunting were noises he rarely made. santi slowed to a stop outside the rotting home. he had never felt nervous before. he really didn't know what was waiting for him inside the house. he reached back, keeping the axe accessible before walking towards the home. worry bubbled in his stomach. was kian inside? was it a cop? something worse?





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[Fiishyy]

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¡ ι'м ⓐ нεяσ !

i am just a cowboy, lonesome on the trail,

a starry night, a campfire light

the coyote call, the howling winds wail

so I ride out to the old sundown

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Alfred Ⓕ. Jones
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a loud yawn escaped the big-mouth of the feasting blonde. he nearly choked on the soda he had been slurping on when the yawn forced it's way past his lips. he squinted his eyes tiredly through his glasses and towards the television up on his room wall. his lips were pursed in concentration. he was sooo bored. it wasn't fair that someone as cool as himself had to be bored. he groaned and set te condensating cup on his night stand. he looked up towards the television again, watching as the women fought over who the baby belonged to and what-not. his lips were parted as he took in the situation. his head swayed on his shoulders. 'oh, you tell that b***h... she ain't her baby...' he muttered under his breath, his hand slowly inched towards the control. he didn't want to leave his cluttered room but he had to go outside sometime. besides, he wanted to find his brother. he sighed before his finger slowly made it's way to the button. his hand dropped and his eyes widened as the results where given. he stood. 'you take that baby! she's yours!' he cried, jumping up and onto the bed, bouncing up and down on it. his cowboy hat flew from his head but the thread kept it hanging around his neck. he reached back, pulling his toy guns and shooting around. he bounced, giggling merrily. he flopped back onto his behind and grabbed his soda again as the show came to an end. now, what was he supposed to be doing again? oh, right. finding his brother.

he switched the television off, reached under his bed, pulled out a shoe box and took one of the many fresh burgers he had stored away there in case of emergencies. he looked around his room before stumbling towards the door, nearly falling over his stack of comic books. he kicked the books to the side, the paper comics useless when it came to being knocked over with his brown, leather cowboy boot. he grinned happily and dashed out of his room, poking his head out into the hallway. he snuck out, looking alertly in all directions. if arthur caught him. he'd totally in big trouble. he dashed forward, nearly tripping over air. his grin was spread wide on his face, ketchup dribbling down his chin. he passed several portraits they had decorating the home. some with himself, some with arthur, some with francis and others with his brother, matthew. there were few with all four of them together. he took a bit of his burger as he slowed down. he was panting, his heart racing. he glanced backwards, groaning and whining when he realized he had only advanced a few yards. he glanced around, an excited look crossing his face when he spotted an open window. he glanced around, darting towards it. he grabbed onto the ledge with one hand and flung himself out. he cried out when he belly-flopped onto the grass. he stood quickly though, dashing across the grassy fields.

'matty! oohhh, matty!' he yelled into the fields, looking around and pouting when he recieved no answer. francis and matthew had arrived the day before to visit, how come matthew was nowhere to be found? he crossed his arms over his chest, furrowing his eyebrows. 'damn it, matty! come out! i wanna plaaaayy!' he screamed this into the fields before sitting back onto his behind, holding his toy gun tightly in his hands. 'stupid matty..' he mumbled under his breath and looking around quietly. he glanced to the side and grinned when he spotted his green friend. 'yo, tony. have ya seen my bro?' he asked happily. the alien shook it's head, letting out a garbled noise. alfred simply nodded. he let out a long and shuddered sigh before standing up, dusting off the back of his pants. he then turned his face to look at tony. 'you wanna play with me?' he asked happily. tony nodded it's head and stood, chasing after the boy, as the blondie dashed forward. giggles escaped his lips as he jumped over logs, shooting back at the alien.






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[[ωhy ιs α яανεη lικε α ωяιτιηg ∂εsκ ؟]]


I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down

Such a murky day that day was in England. The rumbly clouds were low and releasing a ominously dark aura, threatening the coming of rain. Blue eyes of cristal, contrasting the darkness of the clouds gazed up at them. Two plump lips were pursed into an inquisitive frown. Icen FitsPatrik rested her body weight back onto her arms, she stabilized most of her back onto her small hands which were buried deep in dirt. Her head was entirely thrown back, her curly red hair dangled from her scalp in a dance of millions.

It swirled and twirled, a few wisps tickled the green grass below her. Icen's stare was blank, her lips parted slightly. She was in a trance with the deppresive sky. Why was it so sad? She then straightened up and smiled brightly to herself. She clapped her hands together, sending dust and dirt in all directions. She then looked around the plain field she sat in. It was a park, a rather empty park, but a park none the less. She could just imagine the looks on the faces of the children that were all locked up at homes with posesive mothers.

You'll catch a cold. they'd breathe into their ears. She sighed and stood, she knew because that's how her mummy was. She had to climb down a tree conviniently set by her room to escape her home and then somehow make it past the her older brothers pitbull without having it howl and bark at her. Fortunately, she had a snack she could spare the starving beast. But she made it, and that was the main idea of it all.

Making it.

But now she was waiting, waiting for her friends. They had planned on meeting but she couldn't see any of them on their way, near of far. The streets were pretty deserted, actually. Seems people were allergic to rain these days. Unlike Icen, who was drawn to it like bees to honey. The feel of the cool rain trickling down her face, her neck, her body just made rain feel like such an absolutely cleansing thing. Like a bath. Just without the soap.

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[/********. ********. ********] where the only words that exited Tawni Summers lips as she dashed down the steps of her run-down home with Noah Morisette. They were late to meeting with the others and that was the last thing they needed. The two idiots were usually cast down as the friends who never tried and ever since then, Tawni had been working her a** off to improve in all she did for the others.

Hell, she even slept with Soma to get him to side with her but that was a bust. Noah, being the narcotic and addict he was, was too lazy to get off his bulimic a** and meet with the others and no Noah, meant no car. Even if Noah didn't have a liscence. And how a fifteen and sixteen year old live under one roof is all thanks to Noah's older brother who insists that Noah pays him back full for the mortgages. When Tawni asks Noah how, Noah switches the subject.

Tawni stumbled into the living room, which was where Noah was taking a long inhale from his pipe. He held the glass softly inbetween his gloved fingers as he breathed in the toxic air. Tawni rushed past him and into the kitchen, snatching cereal bars and shoving them into the pockets of her mini shorts. She then clambered back into the living room "Noah, we gotta go." she said, sounding rather distressed after her morning excercises.

Noah rose his green eyes gaze to her, a protesting look on his face "Augh, do we have to? I mean, it's not like we're late or anything." Noah whined, as he spoke, wisps of smoke exited his nostrils, once he finished he coughed, choking on his laughter. Tawni rolled her eyes and stated the obvious "We are late, a*****e."

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Curls and wave of blonde dangled over the beautifully painted face of Jasmine Rockwell. Her bright blue eyes glistened back at her in her reflection. She was getting ready to see her friends and Tawni. It did suck that she had the same friends as her worst enemy, but it was completly worth it. Like, Soma was going. She giggled as the boy with snowy white hair popped into her mind. He was so gorgeous.

There was a possibility that she only liked him because Tawni did. Well Tawni was also after Nick.. but Nick was way harder to catch. Soma was a womanizer, a player and Tawni'd already given herself away so he was done with her. Jazmine would flirt her way into Soma's heart and she'd be sure to rub it in Tawni's pale, anorexic face too.

That little skank didn't deserve anyone, nonetheless Soma.. or Nick. Jazmine knew that Michael and Tawni were best friends, so they'd never go at it. Jazmine could tell Tawni really really liked Soma but she was like, in love with Nick or something. She heard from Stacey and Jennifer from school that Tawni'd stalk Nick and if that was true, damn did she have dirt.

She'd make Tawni suffer for the horrors the girl did to her in middle school. She sniffed as she remembered how Tawni swept her boyfriend off his feet and into the boys bathroom. Jazmine's hands clenched around the handle of her hairbrush and she uttered a shrill shriek of anguish. That disgusting little whore.

Whore. Whore, that's what she was. A whore with long platinum blonde hair and bright seagreen eyes that shone like emerald and two full crimson lips and teased and taunted Jazmine. We kissed your boyfriends c**k. they giggled and Jazmine sobbed.

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Another long, dreary sigh escaped Icen's pink lips. They were going to be ubber late again but she didn't mind. She never minded. It didn't bother her, well normally it didn't because she normally had children to play with or dogs to pet or swings to swing on. But not today. The children were inside, the dogs were hiding and the playground was closed due to the weather.

She had to understand some people, like Oaken and his super strict aunt and Tawni and Noah, they had a car with a bad engine.. but Jazmine and Soma and especially Michael. Michael normally got there earlier then her, be it by jet or by whale, but she made it. Icen shook her head but a suddenly pertrubing voice inside her growled "You stupid idiot. Dumped out in the middle of a ******** park by yourself and even better, looks like rain."

Chills rain up Icen's spine as that voice hissed out thoughs intoxicated words. She shook her head, it was impossible to feel those things towards her friends, she loved them so she'd wait for them. Be it five minutes or for eternity. She'd wait.

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"Get in the godforsaken car, Noah!" Tawni barked as she tore open the door to the passengers seat of the busted up F-150. Noah was lagging around the car to get into the drivers seat, he was hunched over and there was a cigarette dangling inbetween his chapped lips. As he opened the door, Tawni was fiddling with her seatbelt.

It didn't bother her that Noah was driving under the influence, just aslong as he hurried the hell up. Noah plopped himself into the seat and slipped the keys into the ignition and revved the engine. Tawni calmed at the sound of the motor, that meant that they were on their way. Poor Icen was probably left waiting like last time.

A wave of guilt flooded her senses, she was such a b***h. Noah accelerated rapidly, and it wasn't until the buildings turned into blurs that Tawni grew freaked out. "Noah, slow down before I kick my shoe so far up your a**, you'll need an operation to get it out." Tawni squealed in fright. Noah ceased his speeding and rolled his eyes at her "Soooo-rryyy." he apoligized sarcastically "You did tell me to hurry." he said truthfully, a sly smirk curling upon his lips.

He pulled out his cigarette and blew smoke at Tawni, causing her to wave her hands in frustration. "I'm trying to quit, asstard!" she screamed, her eyes narrowing. She reached over and grabbed the handle to lower the window, reeling it around. She winced as the window let out a scream before it smashed down into the hollow door. Noah slowed and a slightly angered look was shot in her direction.

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Jazmine let out a sigh as she entered her garage, her choffeur Jerry was waddling awkwardly after her. He was old but generally a nice guy. He was a family in America, whom he was dying to get to. He admitted to her once, that it'd be hard leaving the Rockwell mansion because he was very used to their kindness. Jazmine told him that she'd let him work again any time he needed and decided to come back.

He held the door open for her and she plopped into the backseat of the black Lincoln. He shut the door after and then sat in the drivers seat. "Where to ma`am?" he asked as he switched on the ignition. Jazmine looked up "There's a park near the bakery my dad buys his crumpets at. I would like to go there, don't bother picking me up. With this weather, I doubt we'll stay." She looked around and inspected her seats, nice and clean.

She smiled and fixed the angle of her sweater a bit, making it look as neat and tidy as possible. She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror and smiled. Soma would die for her today.. or so she hoped. What if he looked at Tawni? Was Tawni prettier than her? Better than her? Smarter was an obvious answer.

Tawni was american, white-trash. It was still a question to all of them how the girl got to England to begin with. She still hasn't told her story, atleast not to all of them. Jazmine shook her head, Tawni was an idiot, she didn't go to church, she was a sloppy eater [whenever she ate], she didn't know how to drive, she smoked, she drank, she slept with everyone. It was sad. Jazmine hmphed, her pastor was a downright liar, not everyone could be cleansed and forgiven.

watching - bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
lover - set my symptom free
covered - you won't feel a thing

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[Fiishyy]

post for this one/one.

☩ "oh, would you look at this mess?!"

the words escaped his cracked lips in frustration. his pent-up anger finally burst and he sent his leg swinging. his boot, which hung loosely on his foot, smashed into a large rock (which he honestly thought was loose rubble lying on the floor).

it turned out that it wasn't rubble and actually a small boulder that jutted out from the ground. he cursed angrily, his waffen ss hat flew from his head as he threw up his arms and tugged at his black locks of hair.

unlike average people during a shoot-out, murdoc had run out of the lighthouse yelling at top-volume. he screeched for the pirates to get the hell away from his island while noodle blasted her machine gun from the building entrance.

bullets whizzed right by his head but he didn't flinch. this only made him scream and boil over with anger even further.

as he yelled and raged at the seagull and pelican who had recently come out of their hiding places, the island sat in the midst of it's destruction. the damned pirates had turned the island to s**t.

fortunately, most of the equipment in the lighthouse hadn't been too damaged but in general the building looked destroyed. murdoc flailed his arms, his hands clenched. "this is all a load of donkey s**t!" he yelled angrily, his eyes shut.

the big toe on his foot was throbbing, his mosquitoes were biting and it was getting hotter by the second. the walls of the building were riddled with bulletholes. the windows were shattered and the sky was dark.

lighting rumbled in the distance. murdoc whipped his head around, his mix-match eyes darting around the island. "2D, you blithering idiot!" he hollered, baring his teeth. "nooooodle!" he barked, scowling when the cyborg didn't pop up from behind him as she usually did.

where the hell was everyone?! they'd probably left him to rot on this damned island. knowing them, they took the sub and bolted. his scowl was replaced with a wide grin. of course 2D didn't go anywhere.

he glanced towards the ocean as he saw the whales massive body surface for a minutes before going back under water. he had that deal worked out with the damned creature and it better stay true to it.

he shook his head, chasing the chattering birds off of the island. "and don't come back you buzzards!" he yelled after them. he exhausted a loud growl before turning back to the broken home.

the upside-down cross around his neck swung wildly as he turned suddenly on his heel. he had to call the architect so the man would whip up some plans immediately. they couldn't live on here. the power was out and everything was in rubble. it was unlivable.

he paused for a moment before reaching into his back pocket. his finger wrapped themselves around the keys to the sub. it would be much safer to travel on the sub than in the jetty. besides, the jetty was also on the brink of destruction.

the keys were tossed up into the air, clinking as they landed back into the palm of his hand. " 'EY, 2D! GETYER a** DOWN 'ERE!" he yelled as he strolled towards the submarine. the cylindrical entrance jutted out from the water, welcoming them to safety.

2D better hurry his a**, 'cause the bassist was considering leaving him behind. now that he thought of it, how long would 2D last on an island by himself? now that'd be a reality show he'd watch. he chuckled to himself as he thought about it. just half an hour of the kid sitting on the shore with a blank look on his face. it's not like he'd know what to do and he'd be too scared to leave the island with the whale lurking about.

as a final movement, murdoc unlocked the opening to the submarine. he glanced back towards the island, swinging one booted foot into the machine. why was this dimwit taking so long? it was irritating. he had already called him .. what? ten times? ugh, what a jughead.

[Fiishyy]

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"can you believe these airline people?!" chastity had been complaining non-stop about how a flight attendant had spilled juice straight down the back of her shirt, later how another dropped and scuffed chastity's 900$ gucci bag when putting it up along with other carry-on luggage. sure, they were all a little more than hung over from last nights party. ever since chastity found out her cousin and brother were coming for a visit, she made reservations in the hottest clubs and they partied until their teenage bodies could go no further. carmine had said jimmy was lucky 'cause he didn't have to walk. chastity insisted that she'd rather walk rather than roll around city in a wheelchair. besides, it's not like it matched any accessory of hers or anything.

during the day they shopped and at night they did whatever they could. be it drink until sunrise, dance until their legs fell off or hang a sock on the hotel room door handle. their adventure in sicily had really been something amazing. even if it was caused by the currently horrendous events unfolding back at new york. even though her parents insisted she didn't, chastity decided to head to the states to care for her brother while he was still confined to the wheelchair. besides the fact that she wanted to a little taste of new york life. sicily was quickly growing more and more boring.

chastity wore a tight red dress that stopped at mid thigh, revealing only a foot-long amount of sun-kissed skin before they disappeared into high-heeled black boots. her blue eyes were hidden behind an expensive pair of d&g glasses, on her arm was hooked her scuffed bag and her hair hung in curls at the sides of her face. her lipstick was bright red on her lips. surely, she was a girl with lots of style. she didn't turn to look at anyone out of her family, especially not the guy that carmine and jimmy had spent the nine-hour trip talking to. some fellow with a weird-a** name. she paid no mind to it, too sucked into the movie she had downloaded onto her ipad for the trip.

unlike carmine and chastity, jimmy hadn't really enjoyed much of his trip. he had spent half of it at the hospital, recovering from his bullet wound. the bullet had just barely scraped the first layer of his lung which was caused him to cough up blood. he still couldn't pull the strength to walk out of his a**, suffering from shortness of breath and nausea's shortly after standing and walking around for a bit. he gave up and allowed chastity to push him around the city. unlike most of the people in his hectic family, he was an extremely simple guy when it came to clothes. he wasn't much into shopping or accessories because he could never afford him. he didn't accept the money don amuso offered him for his services to the family, considering the fact that he was already being given a home and food enough payment.

chastity was quite the little daddy's girl. she had always been given everything on a silver platter. their parents always favored her because she was female. since jimmy was a man, he had to learn to work for his things and he appreciated that his parents didn't baby him like chastity. besides chastity worked as a clothes designer and earned very well. so what her mommy and daddy didn't give her, she got herself. chastity really had the good life. not that jimmy didn't appreciate the life that had been given to him.

james had taken to talking about sports with their new found friend. specifically baseball. when the kids lived in sicily as children, they'd play every day after class. even chastity, who hated getting dirty was a big fan of the sport. as they left the baggage claim, jimmy smiled up at the jock. "so, who are you meeting here?" he asked. tag was supposed to be waiting around along with a few other lucchese soldiers for carmine's safety. the don himself was in france at the moment, so he wouldn't be partaking in the process of picking them up. hopefully,t hings would go by smoothly. jimmy really wasn't in any condition to fight.