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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:20 pm
![User Image]() ✖ .. S ʈ ɼ ϵ η ɡ ʈ ɦ. ★ & ★ . Ӎ ι ʂ ʈ ϵ σ ɼ
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✖ Now the dark begins to rise, save your breath, it's far from over
✖ Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover
✖ I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder
✖ Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
Before Vegas had a chance to reply to Mi's question, Strength opened his mouth to say, "Definitely." It was a joke, of course, but what's a conversation without any sarcasm in it? He chuckled at the girl's response, finding it cute. His eyes went back to Mi. She looked the same to him as she had a year ago, the same ridiculously long hair and big eyes, like they were confused all the time, or something. At least, that's what they looked like the the 'moody boy'. I wonder what she's been doing all this time.
The boy pulled himself off the cushions, just now realized how hungry he actually was, and, hopefully, they would be departing soon for a restaurant. I’ll build up a house, I’ll build up an army
Of cellophane soliders, Cheap Origami
To take back a piece or whatever’s left
Of that little box that beats in your chest.
((OOC: If she was supposed to have changed, I'll edit. ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:39 pm
 ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ "Oh baby," Vegas added jokingly, licking her lips for the full effect but tried to remember the areas in town to eat, she wanted something fancy but not too grand. She remembered passing by something, La Bella Loony, La Bella Luna, something like that. "How does La Bella Luna sound? It's fancy, it's pretty decent looking, I haven't eaten in eight hours because airplane food is the equivalent of crap." she literally gagged at the memory of it, it was so tasteless or disgusting, she hated planes, she hated the food on them, she hated the people on planes, she hated them all.
fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ Vegas was an Italophile, she loved the culture, the people, the history, Rome, the food, the architecture. "Also, I love Italian things, it's a plus for me." and there it was, she was thinking about herself again, she loved Italy almost as much as she loved herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:48 pm
  ｡ ⊱ Mi stared back at Strength for a little while, and then reverted her attention to Vegas.
"Well, I'm really up for anything. I've been in the mood for something Italian anyways."
She was lying, she hasn't been in the mood for anything. Her appetite was completely empty. She couldn't tell the truth about her absence.
She was quick to follow Vegas, "Let's hurry before it's too late." ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • † [ ooc: Last post for the night, goodnight guys! :3 ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:09 pm
![User Image]() ✖ .. S ʈ ɼ ϵ η ɡ ʈ ɦ. ★ & ★ . Ӎ ι ʂ ʈ ϵ σ ɼ
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✖ Now the dark begins to rise, save your breath, it's far from over
✖ Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover
✖ I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder
✖ Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
Strength nodded, Also, I kind of like you, it's a plus for me. He didn't say his little play on her words though, of course. Would she have been creeped out or what? "Yeah, that sounds fine." Honestly, he wasn't a huge fan of Italian food at all, but had practically grown up eating stuff he viewed as disgusting. The kid made a mental note to order something cheap.
The blonde gave Mi one last look, wondering if she had developed an issue with him or something. Chicks. He just couldn't figure out why some of the dumbest things he did angered women so much. Like when he was younger, a crowd of girls in the orphanage had nearly beat Little-Strength to death had it not been for the largely oversized nanny, all because he had said something that was apparently deemed, "Rude, Vulgar, and Children-Shouldn't-Know-Words-Like-That." I’ll build up a house, I’ll build up an army
Of cellophane soliders, Cheap Origami
To take back a piece or whatever’s left
Of that little box that beats in your chest.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:32 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ Vegas nodded eagerly and quickly gathered a cluster of pictures off her bed, putting them into the black tote she was taking with her, she had a lot to show the pair. "Hm, catching up over Italian, this is a good day," the pinkette decided, giggling slightly, she picked up tiny little souvenirs and put them in her tote before anyone could see them. She had so much to share and so much time, she was here until she graduated college, she swore to herself that she wouldn't ruin her relationships now. 'It's also a plus because I get you all to myself,' she thought, managing not to blush while heading towards the door while thinking about the blonde she wanted to call hers.
╰☆╮ Vegas wondered if he would ever like her back or how long it would take for her to admit it, not only that, but she had the weirdest urges to just hug him and never have to let go. He just seemed so cuddly and hug-able but at the same time, she thought it would weird him out because he seemed like the kind of guy who wasn't into being cuddly and romantic. Maybe they'd keep it low key, she just wanted to know. "Let's goooo ~" she sang.
( Edit from Arisee: Strength exited. Can't ruin the 169. )
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:56 am
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮"Drop him on my bed," Vegas demanded, letting his upper body fall gently onto the bed, she would change and shred them if she had to, she let Mi put his lower body on her bed before she went in search of the first aid kit, water and towels. She put the supplies down before rifling her carry on for a lighter she picked up, she didn't smoke but she found the designs on it and a Swiss army knife, she would need them in moments time. She cleaned the wound with alcohol rub she found in the the kit and took out the sharpest blade in the knife, holding the wound open and uneasily digging into his leg to get the bullet out. Figuring out how deep it was, she began to pry it towards herself to get it out, having Mi dab alcohol occasionally - just in case Strength were to wake up. She honestly had no experience with taking out bullets or anything - she just watched a lot of teevee and used to have to take shards of glass or sea shells out of her feet. Vegas managed to get the bullet out - and the bleeding got worse, it stained her white bedsheets which was probably the last thing she cared about. She immediately began to apply pressure with a pad directly on the wound, she held it evenly for ten minutes, she didn't even dare to peek.
fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas didn't have any chemical haemostats to disinfect it, but she had alcohol in the first aid kit and it would do just as well. She held the wound open and let the slight bits of alcohol disinfect the inside of the wound - Strength wouldn't feel a thing, he was unconscious meaning she wouldn't feel guilty for hurting him. The rest of her treatment was based off of her work with minor cuts and bleeds - she held it shut, cleaned the entire area around it and got ready for something she wasn't even sure if she could do. She pulled a beaded necklace out from under her shirt, taking it off, 'I'm sacrificing my rosary for you. I don't know why I want you to be safe. I don't remember caring about someone that much. I hope you thank me in Hell. Can't be mad forever.' she thought before igniting her lighter. She held the tiny copper cross above the lighter, she wasn't going to ask forgiveness from God or Jesus for disrespect of rosary- she would go to hell either way. When she felt as if it was hot enough, she held the wound shut and seared it closed, glad that Strength wasn't awake to feel it. "Leave him here, he'll be fine, I'll clean up when I wake, I'll sleep on the couch. Goodnight." was all she said before collapsing on the couch.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:52 am
 ｡ ⊱ Trying her best to do as told, Mi assisted Vegas in operating on Strength.
Watching Vegas sincerely work on Strength like this, and even giving him the rosary that she needs more than most things, made her realize that Vegas really loves Strength. The two had fought, right after their kiss. And Mi knew it was wrong. They should just forgive each other and get back together. Both of their hearts deserve to be content. But the two are very complicated, making everything worse. This is what it's like, huh? As soon as Vegas left to plop herself on the couch, Mi buried her head in her knees, falling asleep on spot. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:52 am
![User Image]() ✖ .. S ʈ ɼ ϵ η ɡ ʈ ɦ. ★ & ★ . Ӎ ι ʂ ʈ ϵ σ ɼ
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✖ Now the dark begins to rise, save your breath, it's far from over
✖ Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover
✖ I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder
✖ Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
(( Time Skip~ C: ))
The sun was just starting to rise as Strength began to stir. He groaned, trying to pull himself up but failing, instead choosing to just open his eyes. Even that proved to be a challenge, but as his pale eyelids managed to reveal the boy's gradient eyes. Where am I? The world was still moving in odd patterns, and when things finally came to a halt, Strength still didn't recognize his surroundings. He lay there, eyes glossed over and a blank expression on his face, unable to say a word.
His mind was getting close to clearing things up when the pain hit him. The blonde groaned again, it felt like his leg was on fire to match his burning hand. His eyes slammed shut and teeth grit and he attempted to overcome the pain, but God, did it hurt. He forced his eyes open, just slightly, to assure himself that they weren't really engulfed in flame. How did this happen? The kid couldn't remember anything at the moment besides his name and few other major happenings in his past, and even then, no details. I’ll build up a house, I’ll build up an army
Of cellophane soliders, Cheap Origami
To take back a piece or whatever’s left
Of that little box that beats in your chest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:05 am
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas' body shifted on the couch, she wasn't on her stomach anymore and opened her eyes to stare at the wall, not exactly wanting to get off the couch but she knew she had to. She lazily got up, noticing the blonde was awake, "Good morning, sunshine." she said as a greeting to him before sitting down on the ground and repacking the first aid kit, she grabbed her Swiss Army knife and wiped the blood off with a tissue before putting it away. She reached for her lighter and put it back into her carry on, then reaching promptly for her rosary. The copper had managed to get blood stuck in it and it was enough to be visible - she swore to herself that taking care of rosary was harder than taking care of a toddler. "How's your leg?" she asked, looking up at the blonde with a serious expression - if asked, she would tell him she cleaned him up and took the bullet out but nothing else.
fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas put the little rosary around her neck - something her neighbour used to yell at her for, telling her that it was for prayer, not fashion statement. She would flip him off and call him a religion freak, he was the same kid who was a neo-nazi that wanted a missile to end the world. Carefully tucking the cross under her shirt, she picked up the bullet and held it with her index finger and thumb, observing it carefully, she wasn't ever going to be able to tell where the bullet came from because she wasn't a gun genius. However, it occupied her and she assumed that it wasn't the type of bullet you could just leave in.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:59 pm
Strength looked up at the pink shape above him, his vision still clearing up some. Who. . .? There was no actual memory loss, but the kid was still so out of it that he would probably suffocate if breathing wasn't an involuntary action. "It hurts like hell, thanks for asking." Answered a strained voice, the sentence barely making it out. Well, at least his crude attitude hadn't been affected. Still, he would have been kinder if he knew that it was Vegas. . . well, maybe. It was no lie, it really was excruciatingly painful, and, really, who's in their best mood while in pain?
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:24 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas twirled the bullet around in her fingers, "You're lucky I'm not queasy or else you'd have an amputated leg," she held the bullet up to observe it in better light, she couldn't guess what gun it came from, at all but she had to get rid of it somehow, she decided to leave it on the bedside table. "Pray you don't get an infection, I'm not a professional at removing bullets, I don't have anything to lessen the pain," she mentioned, although she much rather wanted to ask if she could kiss him better, she assumed he was still mad at her and didn't want to speak to her. She tried to think of something to say, she wanted to apologize and let him know that she hadn't meant to react the way she did but she hoped saving his leg from amputation was good enough.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:43 pm
The fog was finally beginning clear out of the boy's head. He lifted his right hand to his face in a physical attempt to return to his senses when he remembered the wound in his palm. He let out a painful sigh, the pervious night returning to him. It was sloppy work, and who knows how much trouble he was in now. Strength opened his eyes all the way now as he removed his hand, recognizing Vegas. Propping himself up against the head of the bed, his body was in a slight sitting position. "Yeah. . . thanks." The blonde didn't meet the girl's eyes though, as he just started at his leg. Really sloppy work. . . He was still too zoned to be feeling any tangle of emotions, but he obviously wasn't jumping with joy at the sounds of the girl's voice.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:51 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas' mind was full of apologies but she choked up everytime one was about to come out, nothing seemed good enough and she ended up with a clear, loud, "I'm sorry about last night." she wished she could run off and snuggle in her bed, sleep and forget she ever did that but he was already in her bed and it was soaking with his blood. She swallowed the little lumpy feeling in her throat again, that one you get when you swallow a pill dry, "I didn't mean to say what I did last night, it just happened and I feel guilty about it..." she began to trail off, thinking off all the things she could have done to make things better but instead, she ended up nervously apologizing but it was genuine. "Can we just try that again?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 3:10 pm
Strength's head drifted away toward the wall, avoiding Vegas even more obviously then before. His eyes still had a glazed-over look to the them as his eyes examined the wall, the smell of dried blood hitting his senses. It was hard to explain, but, in a way, Vegas's words hurt more than his leg did. His mouth opened as slight as possible, just enough to get the words out, still strained as they were. "Vegas, I'm. . . I'm just tired right now. . ." The best excuses aren't made when it's early in the morning after being shot. But, for now, Strength just wanted to avoid the girl, it felt "safer" that way, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear.
The boy didn't hate Vegas, but at the moment he couldn't honestly say that he was the happiest with her. Her rejecting him as enough, and something about the way the apology was worded just off-set him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 3:40 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas stared at the ceiling, at this point wishing she'd been shot in the head because Strength's excuse was as half-assed as her effort in school, everyone knew that tired was an excuse. For her, it was the easiest one to see through, considering she used it on her dad whenever he knew something was wrong with her. "I don't know if you've noticed because almost everyone has, but I want to be with you," she started off strong but ended weakly, her voice breaking the same way her heart did, "It doesn't feel right calling this just friends," she swore she was moments away from crying, rejection hurt her like a b***h and she craved to retreat to her little land of dreams where she could find peace. She didn't know why she had even bothered this time, it was obvious her didn't want to speak to her, he wouldn't look at her, he used horrible excuses on her. She was choking on her misery, unwilling to admit that he was probably better off without her and keeping her walls down, she didn't notice that she had started to cry again, she was too busy thinking of the handful of moments she was desperately wishing to change. 'Vegas Olivia Kingsley, stop being that girl. Stop. Your world will not stop spinning without him. ******** me, I love him. '
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