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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:31 am
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:32 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:33 am
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 201 Polar. It's a name known by just about anyone in the Upper East side. For years, the address remained the same, while it's business changed. Once upon a time, 201 was your place to be booked and thrown in a lovely grey cell. Years later, it was a theater, bar, and about ten different retail shops; all of them bright, shiny, and new, ready to be open and catering to the high class society. But to dismay, none of them were open long enough to last, nor be remembered. It wasn't until about five years about when the building went up, the lights came on, and the doors were open that 201 would become as famous and luxurious as it is known today. |
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:00 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"Morning had come and gone with the early hours of the afternoon. He hadn’t even gone to sleep yet, and he still he had to be to work in a couple of hours. Liam wasn’t a big sleeper; he could usually run a full day without any sleep. He slept probably only a couple hours a week and was up the other half. Liam worked at a few different jobs, doing odd things, but his favorite job was probably working at the club. It gave him a chance to relax as he did what he liked to do. Ever since he was a child dancing was a big thing in his life. He used to dance to the different music’s played as a child, there were all kinds. Growing up he was in a large family, but perhaps he needed something new when he left years ago.
The sound of an alarm rang inside the room, as he laid there in his bed. He looked over at the window knowing he hadn’t slept at all. Liam pushed back the covers on the bed, as he stood up. He knew he would have to take a quick shower before leaving for work. Liam went into the bathroom, as he turned on the shower. He took a look at himself in the mirror as his hair was in different places. Liam stripped off his clothes, as he climbed into the shower. The water rained down upon him as he stood beneath it. He closed his eyes as he stood there.
After taking a shower, he left the bathroom and returned to his room. Liam dressed in a tank top, along with black jeans. He would have to change later but for now he wanted something more comfortable. The sound of feet against the tile alerted him. Liam smiled as his dog Elsie came into the room. ” Tenez Elsie, je vais vous nourrir bientot..* “ He returned to the bathroom, and brushed out his hair, as he styled it the way he liked it. Once he was content with his look, he his room, heading toward the kitchen. Elsie was at his feet as he grabbed the bag of dog food and put some into her bowl. He petted her real quick as he grabbed his shoes slipping them on.
Liam grabbed his keys, as he turned on a light in the living room. He grabbed his back pack of clothing before he left the apartment. Liam locked the doors, before walking down the flight of stairs, and headed toward the parking lot. He unlocked his car as he slipped inside pulling out of the parking lot, and heading toward the club. "
((Translation:Hold on Elsie, I’ll feed you soon.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 4:48 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
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Alaine groaned as he was roughly shaken awake. Warm breath brushed across his skin as an arm snaked around his waist. A palm flat against his torso slowly creeping its' way down. Alaine tried to roll away from the caressing touch, but failed. The man had a tight grip around him and wasn't going to allow him to escape that easily. He turned in the males' arms to face him, opening his eyes ever so slightly, giving him a look that clearly said for him to kindly bugger off.
The man merely grinned, "Allie.......c'mon get up."
His eyes narrowed at the nickname. He hated the name Allie. He hated Alaine even more. Why his parents gave him such a feminine name, he would never know. Pulling out of his clients arms, he stretched and sat up. This wasn't going to be his day, he already knew it. He had just finished his other "part-time job" only a few hours ago and was still exhausted. He didn't claim to be a prostitute or a hooker. This wasn't something he did all the time. But if he found the right guy, then he always found it amusing to see just how much that person would be willing to pay. This guy had been a great catch,but good lord did he have a lot of stamina. For the majority of the night and morning, they went at it none-stop. Now it early evening and he had to get ready for work and he was feeling like crap.
He made to get up from the bed, only to be pulled back down. Turning his head to scowl at his client, before he even had the chance to say anything, full luscious lips pressed against his own. He moaned softly as he was easily drawn in by the simple touch. Gods how he didn't want to leave. He pulled away after a few moments. "Mm, no...babe, I can't, no. I'm gonna be late." he said as the male tried to draw him into another kiss. Getting up once again, he quickly staggered off, naked, to the bathroom. He couldn't help but to smirk at the way his hair was everywhere, the amount of bruises and scratches marking his skin. Shaking his head, he turned from the mirror and got into the shower. Since he was in a hurry, he didn't have the luxury of allowing the warm water to caress his skin and ease his sore muscles as he would have liked to. Not to mention, there was no telling how bad the traffic might be. The downfalls of working in the Hamptons.
Alaine quickly showered and toweled off. When he came back into his bedroom, the male was standing beside the bed and was nearly done dressing. He walked around the bed to get to his closet, and started riffling through his random clothes. There was no dress code at 201, but at the same time they preferred you didn't look like a complete slut either. Too bad for them, that was exactly what Alaine was. He loved attention, he loved looking sexy, Alaine was the very definition of a slut. Not feeling all that sexy today, he picked out a simple pair of dark cargo pants, a simple grey vest, a blue t-shirt, and a pair of black high tops.When he was ready, he grabbed his keys, wallet, a light black hoodie, and his cellphone. Taking a glance at his phone, he had about twenty minutes to get to the club and clock in. But first he needed to get this guy out of here. Like leading sheep to the pen, Alaine kindly led the way to the front door for his mystery man. He had no idea what his name was. He was far too drunk last night to remember. But for the moment, he wasn't sure he even cared. For the moment, the guy seemed normal, but it was just a one night stand. There was no exchanging of numbers, no more kisses; the night was over and it was time to start the new day. After locking up his apartment, he gave his goodbyes and was off to the club. As expected, traffic was crazy, but not as crazy as it normally was during the summer. On the contrary, business had been rather slow lately. But even still for a New York club, it was still nice and crowded.
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 5:18 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"Liam lived about thirty minutes from the club. He was a little hungry but not that hungry. Liam wasn’t a big eater, just a few things here and there. He liked to keep his figure, but could usually eat anything he wanted and wouldn’t gain any weight. As he drove down the street, he spotted his favorite fast food joint, pulling into the drive way, he parked his car. Liam grabbed his wallet as he walked inside the building. He knew the owner so he could usually get anything he wanted.
The place was fairly empty but then again it was dinner hour, not a lot of people came in during dinner. As he neared the cash register he spotted the owner, Johnny, whom was a childhood friend. He smiled at the male, as he came over to him. ” Johnny, comment allez-vous?” Liam asked as the male stood before him. He wasn’t into being touched let alone hug so they merely stood a few feet from each other as they talked.
Johnny had known the male since they were younger, but had left six years ago from Louisiana, and still kept in contact with the male. ” Bon, bon. Ou allez-vous?” He asked the male, knowing fully well where he was going, but stilled asked. Liam sighed softly, as he crossed his arms. He knew Johnny didn’t like him working at the club but he loved it there and wasn’t about to stop working there. ” Le Club. Je travaille ce soir.” Liam replied as Johnny shook his head. He nodded as he turned away from the male. ”Let me get you something to eat then.” Johnny replied sighing as he headed toward the kitchen to make something for him. ”Thank you!” Liam called back toward the male, as he walked over toward a table to wait.
It didn’t take too long before his order was ready. After thanking Johnny, he left heading toward his car. Liam set his drink in the cup holder and bag of food on the chair next to him. He pulled out of the drive way as he set back off toward the club. The club didn’t open for a couple more hours, but he still liked to be early, after all he still needed to get dressed. Liam drove toward the Club, soon arriving as he pulled into the parking lot. He parked his car, hardly seeing any other cars. Liam sighed knowing he would be the first here, but he didn’t mind. He grabbed his things along with his food, and went inside.
Liam slipped into the back of the club, as he went into the employee back room. He set his bag in his locker, as he sat down at a small table. Liam grabbed his food from inside his bag as he took a drink of his soda. He smiled at the amount of food the male had given him; he knew he would have to pay him back later after he received his pay check. Liam grabbed his fries and burger as he started to dig in. "
((Translation:
Johnny, how are you?
Good, Good. Where are you headed?
The Club. I’m working tonight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:35 am
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
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Alaine didn't have the luxury of living close to work. In fact it was almost a pain to have to drive to and from work everyday. In fact he was lucky he lived in the city at all;Sadly for him, the lower East side was as close as he could get. And that was still an hour and half drive by the Jiffy. The only reason he wasn't riding that everyday was because, he couldn't stand sitting still in one spot, surrounded by a bunch of strangers for longer then a few minutes. So instead, he forced himself to choke down his complaints about gas prices, bide his tongue on his thoughts about the drive and just go to work like any other normal human being. Even if he did have to go a couple ten, twenty, forty miles over the speed limit to make it on time.
As he hoped on to the highway, Alaine took a glance at the clock. The club wouldn't be open for a few more hours, but there was still plenty to do before then. His position was a complicated one because technically he was apart of the eyes and ears of the club. When he wasn't playing bartender or DJ, he was a supervisor. His chores were everywhere. Despite everything, he needed this job. It was the only way he could do the things he loved and make a living. Sure there were other clubs in the city that were also dedicated to high class society, but they preferred you be apart of high class society and the pay was everything expected from the stingy high class. At least here in the Hamptons, they knew how to play their employees right. In the last year, he'd worked at three different clubs, all of them standing out from one another, but none of them paying enough to keep up his Lower East Side lifestyle.
For the next hour, he weaved through the heavy flows of traffic; dodging cops whenever they got too close, narrowly avoiding idiots texting on their cellphones. He breathed a sigh of relief as the club came into view. He started to slow his speed, turning into the club lot and parking in the back as he always did. Alaine gave a stifling yawn and stretched as best he could in his tiny '92 Toyota. God he did not wanna go into work today. Not like this. His body was sore, tired, he had a headache, he couldn't even remember the last time he remembered to take his medicine was or even checked his blood sugar levels. He needed to get a hold of himself, stop pulling stunts like this on days he had to work. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest, slowly breathing and listening to the radio. He could already feel himself slipping away to that wonderfully familiar dream world. 'Just a few minutes,' he told himself. 'Until this song ends.
Two more songs passed before he opened his eyes again. Taking another look at the clock on the dash told him that he had slept for nearly fifteen minutes. He yawned widely, deciding if he was going to go in, he needed to go in now. It was going to be a long day, but once he go moving he would feel so much better. He always did. Once he was up and moving around, it was easier to stay awake. With this in mind, he shut off his car, rolled up the windows, and got out of his car. He pulled up his hood, shielding himself from the sun's harmful glare, taking long strides towards the back entrance. As he crossed the parking lot, he caught sight of a few other cars. Some of them he knew of belonging to the dancers, while others he couldn't remember but had a vague idea of who owned them. Passing the flashy, expensive vehicles, he went inside the cool, semi-dark building. He walked back towards the employee area where the locker and lunch room was. There he was surprised to find someone already inside the room. Usually people waited til the last minute to show up. Who was he again?
Alaine gave him a nod of recognition as he walked over to his locker and searched through to find his meter. Since he couldn't remember if he took anything, it was better he check it and take it if he needed it. He didn't care that someone else was in the room, Alaine had next to no shame. So he paid the guy no mind as he prepared his needle pen, got out new test strips and unearthed a large zip lock bag filled with bottles of prescription drugs. As he expected his blood sugar was too low, which meant he needed to give himself a shot and eat something. He glanced back at the male eating at the table, not that he cared what he thought about him, he just didn't want to gross him out or anything like that. Turning around fully so the male could only see his back, he lifted his shirt just a little past his navel and pressed the needle into his skin. He winced at the dull pain, always hating to give himself a shot, almost wishing he could get a pump.Next, he placed a small bandaid over where he gave himself a shot, then proceeded to pour out his pills to count them. Again, he was missing for a few days. His doctor was going to kill him himself if he kept this up. Since he was feeling sick, he decided it best to take two of his main medicine, and the regular dosage for the other three. When he was done, he stuff everything back into his locker, and slammed the locker door shut.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:25 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"With his food finished already, and it still another couple of hours to go before more people would show up and it time for him to head out. He was bored sitting there by himself, most of the others didn’t show up till the last moment, or after it was time for them to be out there on the floor. Liam sighed as he sat there, he moved toward the couch with his drink as he sat there. He leaned back as he closed his eyes. Since he hadn’t slept the night before, he drifted off to sleep for a while.
Liam was probably out for at least an hour before he heard someone else come into the room. He opened his eyes to see a known face. Liam knew the male; he was the bartender and Dj, among other things at the club. He didn’t know too much about him but he had heard stories about the male. His name was Alaine, or otherwise dubbed, The Slut. Liam had never really talked to the male, to actually be able to discredit the stories. He couldn’t understand how someone could sleep around, especially with strangers.
As he sat on the couch, he watched the male as he rifled through his locker. He didn’t know what the male was looking for, but still watched him. Liam couldn’t see what others saw in this male, or let alone why one would sleep with him. It wasn’t that he was ugly; no he was rather hot in a way. He remained silent sitting there, as he took a sip of his drink. Liam watched as the male grabbed a reading meter along with medication bottles. He didn’t know what was wrong with the male, but he wasn’t one to judge till he got all the facts. Liam continued to watch the male as he lifted his shirt, before injecting himself with something. He took sips of his drink as he watched the male count his meds before he finished. Liam stood up, as he walked across the room, and dumped the remaining soda into the trash.
He glanced over at the male, as he walked next to him. Liam unlocked his locker, as he looked through his back for his outfit. He stripped off his shirt, along with his shoes as he grabbed his clothes. Liam didn’t care to dress in front of others. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, let alone if others saw it. It was just the two of them in the room. Laim unbuttoned his pants, as he threw them into the locker. He preferred his clothing of choice to be that of a darker side of him. When he danced he pretended not notice the others, and just let himself be free as he danced. Liam grabbed a black fishnet elbow length gloves as he slipped them on over his arms. He slipped off his boxers, as he grabbed a pair of black shorts slipping them on, he pulled the zipper up, which only went up half way and didn’t button up.
After he was finished getting dressed, he grabbed a small pouch as he walked back over to the couch. He sat down as he opened it. Liam had different piercings; he had his nipples, belly button, and tongue pierced. He grabbed his different rings, as he started to put them in. Liam didn’t like to wear them all the time, only when he was working. It didn’t take him long to get done, so he put everything back into his locker. "
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:59 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
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With his medicine in his system and everything stored back in their proper place, Alaine was feeling much more alert and awake. He wanted to kick himself for being such an idiot for leaving his stuff here like that. These drugs didn't come cheap, and he'd already had to go back to his doctor twice this year get new prescription slips because someone broke into his locker. If he wasn't careful, he'd not only end up losing his medicine again, but his doctor as well. He needed to stop being so careless. But at the end of the day, it was just one of those things. He wasn't in the mood to eat, he didn't want to p***k his fingers, and he most certainly didn't look forward to giving himself shots.
After closing his locker, he turned around, noticing the other male on the couch, watching him. He paused as the male got up and passed him. Just how long had he been watching him? He wondered if the male was judging him for taking a shot and popping pills. 'It's insulin.' he wanted to say. He was a type two diabetic. And a poor, unhealthy one at that. Alaine passed the male and walked over to the vending machines on the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the male going through his own locker, for what he didn't know, nor care. He fed the machine a few coins as he did his best to ignore the male. Even though he wasn't looking directly at him, he could tell that he was changing, going so far as to even remove his boxers.
It wasn't like he wanted to watch the male. It wasn't like he was trying to be a pervert and notice the lovely form of his body. But Gods, when you had someone like him, just stripping to nothing like that, it was kind of hard not to stop. Every few minutes, he took a daring glance to the man, his cheeks staining red as he turned his attention back to the machines in front of him. Without even putting any real thought into it, Alaine punched in a few numbers on the machines. A snickers bar, a bag of darrito's, and a pack of peanut butter crackers fell to the bottom of the machine. He took all three without a care and moved on to the next machine to get a drink. Taking another glance at the slender male, he noticed, he had resumed his spot on the couch and was inserting a few small laberts and rings into piercing holes he wasn't even aware existed. He turned away once more, again punch random buttons. He was so hungry right now, that it didn't even matter what he ate. At this point, anything would be good to raise his blood sugar, even if it was just a little.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:54 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"As he had been dressing, he knew the male was watching him. He also knew that the male had a sense that he had been watching him. Liam had the idea that if people liked to watch him, then he would let them watch. He wasn’t ashamed of his body or himself, though he never slept around. Liam didn’t judge those who did, he just preferred not to. Liam listened as the male punched numbers into the vending machine. He heard different things drop but didn’t know what he had grabbed. Liam returned to the couch, as the male still worked with the vending machine.
There was still awhile before it was time to work, he grabbed his phone from bag as he looked through it. He didn’t like phones it was annoying to him, he looked through his messages. Liam sighed knowing he had to call his mother back; she had left a couple of messages, along with his older brother. He hated calling them they were always worrying about him, but there was nothing to worry about. He looked back up at the male seeing what he had grabbed from the vending machines. Liam raised an eye brow at the male’s choice of foods, ” Certains on a faim.” He replied whispering slightly. Liam wondered if the male was having the munchies, but perhaps he was just hungry. He didn’t judge the male especially if he was eating because he was high."
((Sorry it’s short.
Translation: Some one is hungry.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:30 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
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Alaine had more then the munchies, he was starving. For nearly two days he hadn't eaten. He always felt so sick to his stomach when he didn't take his medicine like he was supposed to. So for the past two days, because of that, he had been skipping his meals and just snacking. He knew he was never going to be healthy, not really, and eating habits like this were never going to help him. With his food in his arms, he went to the little table in the corner that the male had been eating at earlier. He heard him mutter something, but couldn't make out what was said. He momentarily raised his eyes to the dancer as he played with his phone.
Shaking his head, he opened up the bag of chips and a diet coke. He wrinkled his nose at the soda but didn't complain. It was his own fault for picking random s**t with no regard for what he might end up with. As much as he detested diet drinks, he drank both drinks til they were empty, finished off his food in record time. This is what happens when he doesn't take care of himself. After eating, Alaine stood from the chair, wiped his mouth and went back to his locker. Even though he just checked his blood sugar not fiive minutes ago, he was supposed to check it before and after eating. He had a feeling it be somewhere on a more normal level, but wanted to be sure. So as before, he pricked his left index finger, wiped the blood on to a testing strip, and waited until the meter gave a small beep reading him a lovely 138. He breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to not need to inject himself again.He cleaned up his equipment and stored it once more, locking up his locker and going to resume his spot at the table.
Sitting down, he glanced over to the male, taking in the new outfit, his piercings. He was quite cute, he'd give him that. But something about him kinda irked him. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps he was just paranoid from the way the male had been watching him? That could be it. It wasn't like he was ever that into people watching him. Especially when he was doing something like that, that was just....weird. He could understand someone being curious, but actually watching somebody give themselves a shot in the gut or p***k their fingers, something like that didn't sit well with him. Alaine sighed, he was getting irritated because he couldn't pinpoint who this guy was. He was almost certain he was a bus boy or one of the backstage management. But the way he was dressed told him he couldn't be farther from the truth. With an agitated sigh, he turned his head away from the male and laid his head on the table. He wanted to go home.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:58 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"Liam knew it was bad to stare but it wasn't as if the two were talking. He had nothing else better to do except watch the male. Liam continued to watch the male as he gulped down his drinks. He didn't understand what the male was doing, he continued to fiddle with his phone as he sat here. Liam watched as the male grabbed his testing supplies, as he checked his sugars. He looked at the male in a disgusted way, he didn't understand how someone could poke themselves, he found it disgusting but if one had to do it, then it was probably easier to do it after one was used to it.
He watched the male as he returned to the table, not caring if he looking at him. Liam smiled slightly at the male before he looked away from him. He didn't understand what the male's problem was, but he seemed rather annoying in a way. Liam sighed softly as he closed his eyes, as he leaned his head back. He looked back at the male seeing he had laid his head down. Liam didn't understand how one could be tired let alone sleep, he was tired of waiting here, but not enough to sleep. He looked at the male curiously, "How can you sleep?" Liam asked curiously, not out of annoyance, bu out of curiosity. "
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:58 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
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Alaine raised his head to the males voice. 'So he can talk.' he thought sarcastically. He smirked at the males confused expression. "Quite easily when I forget to take my medications." he said simply. It wasn't a complete lie, nor was it the complete truth. Really it all depended on the day and how long he goes without it. This time it had only been a few days he missed; the last time was a week. Fatigue was a symptom for type two diabetes, the longer he missed his medications, the stronger his old symptoms would come back. He tried to not go too long though, he didn't want to end up in a diabetic comma. When he was sure that answer would only irritate the male, he dropped his smirk for a moment. He wondered if he should tell the male about his score last night. Not that he had asked, but then again, he had asked how he could sleep here. A near twenty-four hour score sounded like a great reason to be as tired as he was.
"Bad mix of missing a few days and getting laid." he stated plainly, leaning his head in his hand while rubbing his right eye with the other. "W-who are you again?" he asked, wanting to at least know the name of the person he was conversing with. Alaine was terrible with names, faces he could remember. But this guy, he was didn't remember either. Was he new here? Or had it been that long since he actually came into work? He was friends with the owner, which gave him a bit of special treatment. He tried not to take advantage of this friendship, but on days like today, it was almost too good to pass up. It had been a week since he last came in and he desperately needed to make up for it. Since this wasn't one of his usual days to work, he had absolutely no idea who the man sitting before him was.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:39 pm
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Lιαϻ Ӎαттнεω Lαɴεxxxxxxx
ʟιғε ιs α ραятӌ…sσ ωε ϻιɢнт αs ωεʟʟ ɖαɴcε.
"Liam hadn't expected the male to answer him. He thought the male would simply ignore him, as all others did. Liam looked at the male, as he looked at him. He glanced at him curiously, he could see the arrogance smug look on the male's face. Liam nodded as the male spoke, he didn't know what was wrong with the male. He wasn't big on medical things to know what was wrong with him. Liam didn't say anything after the male spoke, he hadn't expected an answer anyways. He looked away from the male, as he sat there. Liam shifted slightly, as he crossed his leg over the other.
He looked back at the male surprised he was telling him about getting laid. Liam rolled his eyes slightly at the male, he didn't want to know about what the male had done, or who to. He wasn't sure if the male was straight and he didn't want to hear about him having sex with a female. Liam didn't understand woman, sure they were beautiful but he could never sleep with them. He found them to annoying, and not worth his time. Liam preferred men, they weren't as loud and obnoxious as woman. He looked back at the male spoke, finding it funny the male didn't know who he was.
Liam wasn't new, he had been working at the club for over a year now. He stood up as he moved toward the male. Liam grabbed the chair opposite the male pulling it out, as he sat down. He smiled at the male, slightly annoyed but he was used to it. It wasn't as if the male always came to work like he did. Everyone knew that the owner and Alaine had a relationship, he didn't know what kind nor did he care to find out either. "Call me Liam." He replied plainly and simply, he didn't like his middle name all that much but only a few people called him by it and they were mostly family.
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