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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:25 am
Let me know that I've done wrong,
When I've known this all along,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you.
Tell me all that you've thrown away,
Find out games you don't wanna play,
You are the only one that needs to know--
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you`ll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret,
Who has to know?
When we live such fragile lives,
It's the best way we survive,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you,
Tell me all that you've thrown away,
find out games you don't wanna play,
you are the only one that needs to know---
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret.
Who has to know?
The way she feels inside (inside!)
Those thoughts I can't deny (can't deny!)
These sleeping thoughts won't lie (won't lie!)
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life back!
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.
(Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, 
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret.
Who has to know?
Who has to know
We all have secrets.
Dirty. Little. Secrets.
We harbor them. Keep them hidden
Away, even from those closest to us.
"I'm anorexic."
"I killed my best friend."
"I bully others to make myself feel better."
"I hate myself."
"I don't love my boyfriend."
"I'm afraid people won't like the real me... so I pretend to be someone else."
Sometimes they make up who we are.
Other times they just consume us.
And sometimes they bring us together.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:46 am
ƈհმɾმƈէεɾʂ ὄғ ΘƲર ǷĻªýYour Secret Here:
Taken<3 samanthaualaniYour Secret Here:
Taken by yo mistress: Omganame
Your Secret Here: Taken: Samantha(: Your Secret Here:taken: newkidbaby!  [align=center]
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:47 am
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☠☠☠ [Follow Gaia TOS]
Self explanatory
[No cybering]
This can get steamy and what not and we're all big kids so we can use words like boob and p***s, but seriously, censor it.
[BE ACTIVE!!]
If you know you won't be on almost everyday, don't join.
[OOC]
ooc need some sort of (( || [[ {{, anything so long as we know its ooc.
[I ish GOD!]
Yeah I really ish. So if I say no...it's no. This also means I have the right to kick you out so yeah, fear ME.
[Grammer]
Use it and spell your words right too.
[One liners]
No. I understand writer's block but I hate one liners. How do you rp...to nothing?
[A pet peeve]
I really hate when someone posts, then the person replying in it writes down everything single thing the person said in their own post. It's so annoying! I don't mind if you do like one line or two lines, because sometimes you need too, just not every single line the person says every single post!
[Vacation]
If you're going to be gone for a while...tell us. If you just suddenly stop showing up you'll be replaced.
[Don't throw in random stuff]
In your profile, if you say one thing, that's your thing, you stick with it. I don't want to read one thing in your bio then have you go and say something completly different about your charrie in the rp.
[Profiles]
Make sure they are pmed to either Me. None of this posting profile buiness aight?
Title your Profiles "iLove Samantha!"
☆☆☆ IMPORTANT PEOPLE!Alexandria- Katelyn- Orion- Arek-
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:25 pm
→→☆Vera Lynn Stevens☆←← Yes, they are real, and you can call me Vera. I was born in 1991, making me Twenty-One. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: My whole life I pretty much took care of myself. My mom ran off when I was born. The monster called her name. My dad was non-existent. He lost himself in a bottle and hardly ever came out to see the sunlight. I had two older brothers who took off at the ripe age of eighteen, leaving me alone to fend for myself entirely.
Woe is me, right? I'm not asking for your damn pity. I'm just telling it to you straight. My life wasn't a sailboat, it wasn't a sunny afternoon in the park. It was picking up empty bottles and avoiding a rage-filled, lonely man as often as I could. It was losing myself in parties and barely getting by in school. It was running off as soon as I turned seventeen and bought a cheap a** car. It was surviving on cheap drugs and Spaghetti O's.
It was getting knocked up by some guy at a party and not having the money for an abortion. It was giving up a piece of me to some couple that could give her a good life, a normal life.
It was getting back on my feet and trying to put the past behind me. It was trying to find myself again, or for the first time ever.
It was realizing that I feel more like me when I'm stoned.
But I keep up the party life because it's all I know. I've always seen them as an escape. If I'm out getting blown, my reality doesn't seem so bad. If I'm laughing and dancing along to the music with some guys hands on my body, making me feel alive, I'm okay for the moment. Being carefree is something I strive for and only achieve when I'm out of my mind.
I don't speak to my father anymore. Rarely, do I speak to my brothers that left me alone with the man who ruined my life.
I'm harboring too many secrets to count; don't try to get close.
Those who play with fire are bound to get burned.
»--» »--» Personality:
I don't let people get close to me. Everyone I come in contact with stays at an arms length. I've only loved once, that was my baby. I will never love again. I didn't even believe in it until she came along.
I walk all over people and am never a doormat to anyone. I'm strong, independent- Always have been and I plan to stay that way. It takes a lot to get into my life and next to nothing to be left in the dust.
Props if you can keep up with my fast pace life. I'm on the fast track to self destruction.
The party animal, if you will.
Mi Amo(: :
♥ Monster
♥ Sleeping In
♥ Staying Up Late
♥ Weed
♥ Anything Sequiny
Kill Me Sweetly:
☠ Country Music
☠ Love
☠ Stereotypes
☠ Weak a** People
☠ White People Who Think They're Black...
  →→☆Ronnie Allen Zavadil☆←← Hey, you can call me Ronnie and pass me a beer. I was born in 1992, making me nineteen. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂:
Ever since we were babies, Remi and I have been super close. We didn't have crazy twin powers or anything like that... But we were best friends. Together always. Completely inseparable.
Throughout middle school something changed. We grew up, I guess. By the time we entered our freshman year Remi had all sorts of guy attention. My friends always wanted to hangout at my place and don't think I didn't know why. Remi, on the other hand, didn't notice. She was consumed by innocence, quiet, and the nicest person ever.
Some guy got handsy with her and I decked him right in front of the whole cafeteria. Benched for three games of my soccer season and a two day suspension. They went easy on me. Our of us, I was by far the trouble maker.
I liked to party, she liked to be reserved and read or paint. She loved painting.
At school, we grew apart. At home, nothing had changed.
That is, until the summer after our Junior year. That's when Remi met Mark. He had just graduated and was out celebrating with his guy friends. A late night/early morning trip to Steak n' Shake, where my sister worked . When paying her, he asked for her number. Nervously, she gave it to him. He was smitten. Completely infatuated with her.
Things quickly grew serious.
Mark seemed perfect. Our parents loved him. Her friends adored him. Remi fell head over heels.
I never liked Mark. He tore Remi and I apart. She changed.
It took nearly a year for anyone to discover the truth. Mark was crazy and crazy obsessive. He ripped Remi to shreds. Knocked her shine out.
I found out first. She snuck in late one night, ran straight into me in the kitchen. I had also just got home and clearly had a small buzz and a severe case of the munchies.
In the dark, it took me a moment to notice her bloody lip and bruised neck. She tried to cover it, but to no avail. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she completely broke down.
For the first time in a year she confided in me.
My instinct was to kill him. Remi begged me not to. Said she ended things.
I regret not killing the son of a b***h everyday.
The next night we got a phone call.
Marks neighbors had called the cops because they heard some excessive fighting. Somehow, nobody saw him push her down the stairs. He bounced her head off the concrete.
She went into a year-long coma. Mark ran off- got away with all of it. She died on life support.
We were seventeen then, our eighteenth birthday coming up in the next week after her death.
I still haven's stopped looking for Mark.
I will make him pay one day.
I promise.
»--» »--» Personality:
I guess you could call me determined. I used to be into sports, but that died with my happiness. I don't have many feelings lately, other than rage. I used to be fun loving and carefree. Remi kept me grounded. She held me down, kept my cool for me. Most of the time.
I can't feel anymore.
The need for revenge consumes me. Mi Amo(: :
♥ Football
♥ Driving Fast
♥ Drinking
♥ Alone/Down Time
♥ My Sister RIP<3
Kill Me Sweetly:
☠ Mark
☠ Death
☠ Abuse
☠ Cats
☠ Life?
 →→☆Edan Zane Prescott☆←← Soo...yeah, you can call me Dan. I was born in February 5, 1992, making me twenty. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: Hi, I'm Edan. Well most people call me Dan. I prefer it. I don't like my full name. All of my names are names of relatives. I don't like that, because I hate my whole family. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to just spring that on you, who ever is reading. It just...slips. It is hard to be oblivious to my hatred.
I know hate is a very strong word. Or that is what my grandmother used to say. But I have a very good reason. Before I begin I must say I am not asking for any, "Aww poor Danny boy" or any more guests for my pity party. So before you accuse me of anything of wanting that just pack it in.
When I was younger, like six, my father started losing money and getting more and more stressed. You see he was a gambler and his luck was running out very, very rapidly. He was also a big man with lots of testosterone. So when he got stressed he got angry, when he got angry he needed to hit something. That something was not a punching bag or a pillow, it was my mom. Now most women would either take it silently to protect their child, or leave to protect their child.
My mom was not most women. She got angry and her rage turned into abuse as well, but she wouldn't hit my father back, no, she would take it out on me. If anything I would have preferred my father hitting me, when a man hits you, you can strike back defend yourself. I wasn't about to start hitting my mom when she slapped me so hard I would get welts on my face. I was just going to take it. I tried to tell my grandmother once, because in stories you hear grandmas are always on the child's side. But she wouldn't believe me and told my mom I was making up stories. That just landed me in a world of trouble.
I started every year blowing out my birthday candles and wishing for one of two things: Either that I was dead or my "real family" would burst though the door and tell me this was all just a horrible ******** mistake and take me home and love and care for me. After years of this, and the abuse continuing now from both parents, I stopped wishing for anything.
I often still wonder what normal kids wished for, even after I moved out of my parents' home.
»--» »--» Personality:
I am not the most social person I've ever met. I hate people, I hate getting close to people. I know I have my father and mother's anger in me and I don't want it to come out and hurt others like they hurt me. So I keep to myself in solitude. Of course like a lot of the abused kids I am very down on myself. What verbal abuse came at me really did sink in and I believe every word of it. I am an idiot and a bad person. I loath when people break promises, or tell lies.
I am the suffer in silence guy that you'll never know is there. Mi Amo(: :
♥ Blue Skies
♥ Christmas Music
♥ Safety
♥ Warmth
♥ Deep Sleep
Kill Me Sweetly:
☠ My "Family"
☠ Birthday Candles
☠ Fake Promises
☠ People Who Make Wishes
☠ Stars
  →→☆Katya Aleksandra Kissin☆←← Привет! or Prreevyet (Hey!) you can call me Katy, or Kiss. I was born in 1993, making me 18. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: If you didn't catch that, I'm Russian. However, I was born in the US and grew up here. In light of the Cold War coming to a close, my parents immigrated to the US. Alright, well, that wasn't the only reason. My father and mother were apparently something of a scandal back home in Moscow, but no one has been thus far willing to cash in on the details.
Despite that, I visit both families every Summer, usual two week spent with each. Both seem to adore me, but have hard feelings about whichever parent doesn't "belong to the family" depending which we're visiting. that makes a tense month or so, but fun too.
While on the subject, something throws me off about the visits though. I remember that we used to also visit some of my mother's family that live in Sochi, one of the the Russia's "finest and grandest" cities, and major tourist attractions. I remember something of a pent house suite... the beautiful view... smiling in the sun, white capped peaks in the distance...
But something happened there. My last visit was somewhere around 10-14 years ago.
Until last Summer. We went back. I wish we never went back. I don't know what happened, but I hardly remember the trip. All I remember is arriving, feeling really apprehensive about approaching the penthouse... recognizing someone, someone I did NOT like, and then... and then waking up in a hospital bed apparently two days later. As far as I know, that's when it all started. The black outs. And so much more. I've only recently discovered what was wrong with me. And it's worse than I could have imagined.
That horrible crap aside, and life still isn't all rainbows and butterflies. Despite all they went through, my mom and dad split 5 years ago, which I supposed eased family tension on visits to good ol' Moscow, but that's the end of the yay news on that end. And of course, once he learned what happened in Sochi, he flipped. I still haven't heard what the hell happened in Sochi, but ya know, it was only centered around me after all, so why should I get to know?
But apparently he was the one that caused us to cease visits, so it was only a few years after they split that my mom decided to return with me for a few days. Big mistake... I guess.
As far as school goes, I used to rock it. Hung with the punker crew, which were actually pretty cool. Concerts, parties, drugs, etc. I never did much but drink, and wasn't all that fond of pot, and surprise surprise, no pressure. Nah, my band of suckers were loyal and out for fun, not to be cool. I have a crappy memory in general, but apparently saved a spot in my brain for academics, not that I ever remembered to STUDY, good thing I never needed to. My grades usually scraped a low B or high C thanks to my excellent testing skills, and crappy homework effort. It balanced yeah? Ah, but if only my school had had Russian as a foreign language... because as far as I was concerned, mastering two languages was good enough for me. Yes, I said MASTER.
Unfortunately, things haven't been going so great lately though. I've, apparently, screwed up most of my friendships in the past 6 months, and am on constant high alert with the mother. She knows something's seriously wrong with me, and has threatened rehab countless times. She thinks I'm on drugs. That's awesome.
In the last two months or so, since my... epiphany... I've sort of salvaged a friend or two, but I'm not sure where things are going from here.
AGAIN, that aside. Back in the day, I've been a bit of a... trouble maker... but I rarely got caught, I'll have you know! Graffiti was my forte, but there was also the occasional accessory to- shoplifting and mild drug-dealing (hey hey, nothing too strong, k?). I suppose there has also been technically sort of a couple arson charges that could have been shot my way as well- but nothing dangerooous... alright.... it's not like I ever set houses on fire or something silly like that! I don't like hurting people!
TPing the neighborhood... pranks that were really only funny to those on the proper end, and well, ya know... that kinda stuff!
Ah, fun fact. I could probably kick your a**- but would never try. Well, I'd never start it, let's put it that. Thank you Jujutsu.
I'm currently not in school, because I've got to... figure some stuff out... before attempting college. For the past 2 months or so, I've had my own, one bedroom apartment, and work a job- well, WORKED a job, I sort of got fired from the last one... but I'm WORKING on working at the moment! At least my somewhat decent trust-fund helps me out.»--» »--» Personality:
I'm a pretty happy, confident person, and am also small and feisty. I'm a vegetarian, and while stupid creepy crawlies can burn as far as I'm concerned, almost all animals have my undying love. Except squirrels. I don't like squirrels.
I love doing crazy things with my hair, but typically keep it rather short, and sometimes colorful. When drinking, I can get a bit... bi-curious... shall we say, but I'm otherwise into the sexy, if ridiculous, male race. I'm not looking for anyone right now, okay though? I've got some... issues... to sort through first.
I've definitely got some ADD, or quite possibly ADHD issues, but my mother has always refused medication on my behalf.
I wish that was still my biggest issue. Mi Amo(: :
♥ Hayley Williams (I'd so go gay for her.)
♥ The rain
♥ Animals
♥ Anime
♥ Art
♥ Reading/Writing
Kill Me Sweetly:
Squirrels.☠
Beautiful Sochi.☠
Downer people.☠
Illiteracy☠
Rayna.☠
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 7:53 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:24 pm
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
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It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
[}My walls are closing in{]
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 12:49 pm
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 after years of this I stopped wishing for anything..    I often wonder what normal kids wished for..
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:16 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLife without xxxxxxxxxY O U isn't xxxxxxxxxxx W O R T H a damn thingg.xxx⇘⇘xx& you sir do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinkin' from glass. x ➸ ❤xx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Ronnie brought his last box up to his new apartment. Well, by new I mean... s**t hole. But it was his now. He just couldn't stand being around his parents anymore. Seriously, that entire house was a freaking shrine to Remi. He missed her too, missed her more than anything in the entire world, but his parents were pushing it with making the whole house a graveyard of lost memories.
They let her be with that b*****d.
Someone should have stopped him.
Ronnie grabbed a beer from his mini-fridge, realizing it was his last one. He downed it in no time flat before sighing and heading back down to his truck.
He slid into the seat and drove off towards the gas station at the end of town. Upon entering, he was engulfed in a hug. Fuuuuck.
Katelyn was working, obviously.
"How are you doing, Ronnie!?"
Every damn time he came in here and she was working he cursed himself for ever being a 'thing' with her.
"Fine, you?" He stepped backwards, too quickly.
'Oh, I'm alright. I miss you.'
He nodded, walked back to the beer, and grabbed a thirty pack of Bud Light.
At the ripe age of nineteen, he got away without being carded, but not quite without another hug and a whisper to call Katelyn if he ever needed anything.
Right.
He'd do that.
Taking his change, he shuffled out the door. On his way to his truck, and while passing a rather attractive brunette girl, his change shattered against the pavement. <******** me." He cursed under his breath as he bent over to pick it up, getting a nice glimpse of her a**.
❝ Beer PongChamp❞XXxxxxX  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXR O N N I E XX Z A V A D I L
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:27 pm
  Vera Stevens Who is that girl staring straight back at me? 
A young blonde haired girl sat on a park bench off to the side of a park, watching the children bundled up in jackets, prepared for the start of winter.
They laughed and ran around, full of energy.
The sun was setting, their parents were calling for them to get in the cars to go home. Reluctantly, they ran their separate ways to their own cars with their mommy's and daddy's.
Vera tossed a braid over her shoulder and stood up, stretching. When she was a good distance away from the park she lit the cigarette that rested on her left ear, always her left ear.
She had given up smoking when she was pregnant, but a lot of things changed after she gave that baby up.
Like her will to survive.
Not that she ever had much of that before getting pregnant. But still.
Slowly, she walked through the freezing, whipping winds towards the trailer she was crashing at this week. Before even entering the trailer, she could smell the overwhelming, musky scent filmed with weed.
Part sweet, partly just a reminder of her shithole of a life.
"Aye, Vera. C'mhere." Alexandria patted the empty spot on the couch next to her. What choice did she have but to sit down and join in the circle?
This was where she was crashing now, she had to play the game, and please Alexandria for however long she could stand the girl.
God, she felt dirty. A shower would be nice, but in this place even after a shower you didn't feel clean. Maybe it was the way she was 'paying' to stick around or whatever, but she hated it here.
Hated it anywhere.
Why is my reflection someone I don't know? XX XX XX XX
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:51 pm
Danny sat in his car looking in the mirror on the sun visor. He poke the mass on his face, his eye seemed to have its own heart beat. A nasty bluish purple was covering it and seemed to be swallowing the orbs. It wasn't just his eye, his side and the back of his head. They all hurt.
Danny was a bit old for this but he had lately been moving out of his parents' house. He had thought his parents would be overjoyed they wouldn't have to endure this mooching waste of space anymore. It seemed though they were angry, their punching bag was just walking out the front door. It was amazing that it had taken him this long to just leave, but he needed to get his finances in order so he could get a place. He knew his parents weren't going to pay for anything. They never paid for his stuff. He grew up stealing everything.
He had gone back to his house to grab the last of his stuff. Danny was afraid to go in but the stuff he wanted to grab was stuff he needed. Clothes, toothbrush, pillows. As he walked in he was greeted by his mom storming out of the kitchen and slapping him. He was leaving her. She started crying and Danny had felt like she was actually caring. But she wasn't, she slapped him again, called his father in and..... well Danny didn't get the last of his stuff yet just more bruises.
Growling, Danny shut the visor forcefully. He was getting angry, it was times like this he was happy that he didn't have any friends. He was afraid his anger would lead to becoming just like the adults in his life. He started the car that was, for now, his home and drove to the nearest grocery store. He needed a toothbrush. Just because he was practically homeless didn't mean he needed to be unclean.
after years of this I stopped wishing for anything.. I often wonder what normal kids wished for..
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:28 pm
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~* Katy, or "Kiss" as she was so often referred to, had just finished a hopeful job interview, and was set to go home and relax. She could damn well use some down time.
Things had been taking a pretty shitty turn for several months now. At the very least however, things had sorta settled down for the last couple of weeks.
Currently, what she was wearing looked somewhat like a stereotypical Japanese school girl uniform. Earlier, at her interview, she had worn a long, formal black skirt, a white button-up collared shirt, red tie, vest, and coat. Now, she'd ditched the ugly, formal skirt, for the one she had been wearing underneath- a plaid mini, and packed the first one away in her backpack, along with the vest and coat.
Now her outfit consisted of a partially unbuttoned white collared shirt, loose tie, and mini skirt, plus the school backpack (still in good condition for her senior year)... see? Kiss was fond of such outfits, especially when paired with ankle boots... oh yes. She was also equipped with a cute leather jacket though, because the skirt caused her to be cold enough this time of year.
Ah, and not to mention- she ******** rocked the messy helmet hair.
But she wasn't here to rock it today. Get gas for her Kawasaki and roll on home to do do NOTHING. Play some video games maybe. Movie or two. Sleep...
Kiss had been on her way in to pay for her gas, when she heard a pile of change fall behind her. She glanced over her shoulder briefly to see a cutie looking up her skirt as he gathered his coins. Awesome.
Before looking looking back ahead, she raised an eyebrow, and said quietly, and in quite a casual, yet somewhat sarcastic tone "How subtle", before nonchalantly continuing on her way.
"20 on number 3" she said to the dude behind the counter, who'd seen her come by often enough.
"That it today?" he asked.
"Yup"
Honestly, she was just happy the annoying chick she'd encountered in here so often had just run to the bathroom.
And then Kiss was back out to fill her tank. Her little Kawasaki would get her a long way on 20. Gotta love it. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
[}My walls are closing in{]
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:41 am
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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