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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:20 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
Strength lay there on the bed, the only thing moving was his chest as it slowly went up and down. Vegas' words came through his ears as if there was a loud, crackling radio in the background, his pain, grogginess, and confusion making things harder to comprehend. The boy knew she was right, they weren't just friends, even though at the moment he wasn't sure if they were friends. He regretted that stupid kiss; it didn't get him anywhere instead in a s**t-load of trouble. No words were exiting the blonde's mouth, as he couldn't think of what to say for his life, and using another stupid excuse didn't feel right. "Veg-"
He stopped before he even got the full word out. You're kidding, you've got to be kidding. God, this isn't fair. Strength could feel it, from outside there was rain, thunder. . .
He titled his head to the right, trying to see out the window, but, alas, the curtain was closed. "Vegas. . . what's the weather like outside. . . ?" His eyes stayed fixed on the closed window, trying to figure out what was behind it. He was wearing an out-of-it face, with his mouth slightly open. There so much noise in the boy's head right now he could barely concentrate on anything, much less his facial expression. 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: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:40 pm
 ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas crying didn't stop, tears fell endlessly and she didn't know if there was even a stop to them, sniffles followed and she had already began rubbing tears away. Her cheeks were still red from crying the night before, still raw and now agitated more than ever, she wanted to sleep and escape reality so desperately but that would mean giving up, she would never give up. She barely heard him ask for the weather, every bit of what was happening was being drowned out by her morbid thoughts, she didn't know she could even feel so much at once. She managed to lift her body up, she was surprised she still had the will to do things for him even though all she wanted to do was cry, sleep, wake up and repeat. She stared out the window, immediately regretting it and looking away. It was dark and stormy, thunder was starting up and saw menacing shadows cast outside, rain was literally pelting the windows.
fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮"Storm, looks pretty ba-" Vegas muttered, right before a thunderous sound interrupted her. She found the sound comparable to a heavy metal band, too loud and crazy to be enjoyable but too rough and frightening to be ignored. It banged out a sporadic, jumpy rhythm and she swore, the wind must have been scorned. It howled out a ghastly, screeching moan, pushing hopeless twigs and other things out of the way of her whiny rampage. The pinkette quickly closed the curtain, scared of the twigs that pressed and scratched against the window, she retreated to the side of her bed and cuddled herself with the bloodied bedsheets that fell off the edge. She hated thunderstorms, they scared her. Her crying got worse as she cuddling to her bed furiously, "... I'm scared ..." was all she got out before returning to her series of broken sobs and sniffles.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:47 pm
  ｡ ⊱ The morning was dark, and gloomy.
Not to mention a little too noisy to sleep in. Slowly opening her eyelids, Mi lifted her head from the comfort of her knees. Behind her was Vegas' bed, and Strength. While Vegas was busy freaking out over the thunder, Mi opened the curtains to see the rain drops falling outside. The rain soothed her. If she could, she would walk out that second and dance in the rain. She would rather do her job in the rain. Why? Because the water falling from the clouds would wash the blood off her face and clothes. It would look like nothing happened. You wouldn't even smell the iron once she dried off. ". . ." As much as Mi wanted to say something, now wasn't the time. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:05 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 didn't even notice the tears rolling down the pinkette's face, his head was too cluttered. A Storm. . . Lightning . . . bad. . . This kid really needed some help or just more sleep, he was starting to lose his mind a little bit. In fact, this was the way his mind became during most thunderstorms, bullet wound or not. All the extra, natural electricity in the air screwed with his body and mind, leaving the boy more of a battery than a human. He felt the energy start to seep inside him, just like it always did, just like the night of the accident. But. . . it felt good this time. In fact, he couldn't remember a last time that he felt this good. Strength didn't know it himself, but he was essentially getting re-charged. The peace that hit him completely calmed the storm within his mind, and for possibly the first time in his life, the kid was grateful to a thunderstorm.
Now that his head had been refreshed, Strength was actually aware of his surroundings. Wasn't Vegas here? He looked around the room some, only to find Mi peering out the glass and Vegas, huddled up and sobbing. Oh ********, what did I say? He honestly couldn't remember much from the past conversation his brain had been so gone. He attempted to sit up, but through his newfound mental strength, his body still hasn't quite caught up. The boy cringed in pain, realizing this fact. The blonde slowly inched himself up, brought his legs on the side of the bed, and lowered himself down to the floor next to the crying girl. He first put his left arm around her back and then his right arm, bringing her into a hug and resting the girl's face on his chest. "I'm sorry." 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: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:17 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller╰☆╮ Vegas quickly cuddled closer to him, she was unusually scared of storms, she had vague collections of memories in which her father would hold her until she fell asleep during storms because the shadows scared her. She found more comfort clinging onto Strength than she did holding onto the blood stained sheets, he didn't have that horrible metallic smell that killed her senses and he had incredible warmth. "Strength, I'm scared of thunderstorms," she mumbled, clinging closer if she could so she wouldn't have to hear the sounds of thunder and rain pelting the window, she didn't have anything to say and if she did, she wouldn't have been able to get it out of utter fear. She felt more comfort being in his arms, held closely but she wasn't completely calm, she was sobbing childishly, she looked like a scared child.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:37 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 smiled a little as the girl cuddled up to him, despite the slight discomfort of the bed frame, with his legs extended out in front of him. He almost chuckled at her statement, but didn't. It seemed like a pretty obvious thing to say, but then again, he was "lightning is bad" boy, so he wasn't one to talk. The blonde rested his head against Vegas' and muttered, "Yeah, I hate them too." It didn't hold true in this case, but this was an exceptionally unusual situation. The lightning was actually speeding up the healing process in his legs and hand, and he would still be limping for a while, but the damage looked like it wasn't going to be nearly as bad as one would have thought. Strength sighed, letting out a breathe he didn't know he was holding it. The storm had him feeling so relaxed that as he sank more into his surroundings and leaned against mostly the bed and Vegas some, his eyelids fall, drifting the boy into some much needed sleep. 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: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:54 pm
ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄i▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄lalalalalalalalaｄｏxxxｙｏｕxxxｌｏｖｅxxxｍｅxxx?fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ Vegas put her arms around Strength, he was her only form of comfort and he seemed to put all the pain inducing events prior to this aside, she cherished the moment again because she realized just how fragile it was. "Another thing in common, does this list ever end?" she tried to joke around, her fear was there but it was growing smaller, she only felt afraid of storms because she felt unprotected but knowing the blonde was holding onto her made her feel safer. She felt his breathing grow calm and slow, she knew he was sleeping soundly while all wrapped up with her, she would have fallen asleep with him but Mi caught her attention. "Mi-chan ~" she cooed, she hadn't moved at all or shifted her head to look at the ravenette, she didn't want to disturb the peaceful sleep of her companion, "Do you like thunderstorms?" she asked, trying to hold conversation to keep her attention off of the sporadic rhythm that the storm was casting off.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:55 pm
(( OOC, well, Strength is alseep soooooooo. . . C ; < ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:08 pm
｡ ⊱ The thunder outside sounded like a gunshots.
"Yeah, I love thunderstorms. And lightning." Her tone was happy, you could almost see the little kid inside of her. Mi was somewhat distracted by the weather outside, but she did her best to listen to whatever Vegas had to say. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:23 pm
--------♋ ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ
--Ҭћε ҋεҫɍѳɱąηҫεɍ ♋ “And if a double decker bus crashes into us,
to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” __________________________________________ fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮"What's so great about them? I don't see it." Vegas asked, wondering what Mi liked about them so much, she didn't think she had seen the ravenette so happy before, she smiled a little. The pinkette couldn't remember a time when she wasn't afraid of thunderstorms, as a thirteen year old, she would run from her room, afraid of the shadows and noises, screaming for her dad while crying. She tried to peer at the window but didn't move her head at all, the moment with Strength was too fragile in her eyes to break even the slightest bit. "They're dark and gloomy, the noise is terribly loud and menacing,"
fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮And as if Vegas hadn't been scared enough before, the sound of thunder was like the crack of a whip, only louder. She clung tightly to Strength for her dear life, the shock from noticing the noise had scared her enough to make her bite back a scream or shout for mercy. "Strength," she poked him, cuddling closer and trying to think of positive things about thunderstorms like her dad told her to. 'There's nothing ******** positive about them.' she thought bitterly, trying to escape the noise by clinging to Strength as if he were her only source of life and oxygen. She hated thunderstorms with every fibre of her being.
__________________________________________ "... And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us,
to die by your side with pleasure, the privilege is mine.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 3:03 pm
｡ ⊱ As the lightning and thunder got worse, Mi's joy grew bigger.
"Well, they're absolutely amazing. Massive energy packed in flashes of light. And the thunder. . . the thunder's like the storm's heartbeat. Or its voice crying out to the world." She didn't have much more to say. So for the time being, it was quiet other than the beating of the thunder outside. Mi's face was almost stuck to the glass, her hands were placed on the window as if she wanted to get out. The lightning casted shadows in the room. It was a delightful sight in Mi's eyes. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 3:26 pm
--------♋ ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ
--Ҭћε ҋεҫɍѳɱąηҫεɍ ♋ “And if a double decker bus crashes into us,
to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” __________________________________________ fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ Vegas kept her arms tightly around him, wanting him to wake up but she had to deal with the thunder which sounded like the roar of a lion ready to tear her to pieces and use her rosy hair as floss. She bit her lip and kept herself from crying again, the lightning was casting menacing shadows all around the room and all around her, she swore one of them looked like him and she screamed. She blocked everything out of her vision by looking at Strength's shirt, wishing she had done that in the first place instead of peering at the dorm.
fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮Vegas was scared beyond belief, he was in her dorm somewhere or watching her from outside without Mi noticing him, his tricks confused her and made her paranoid. He disappeared as fast as he appeared, he would implant the little thought of him being there into Vegas' head and then vanish as if to say 'I'm watching you from afar'. She wasn't terrified of how he looked, his burnt face and red eyes; she didn't fear him speaking to her, she found him interesting in horrific ways; nor was she scared of being his slave, she would die one day but she could avoid it for the time being. She was afraid of his mindgames.
__________________________________________ "... And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us,
to die by your side with pleasure, the privilege is mine.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 3:46 pm
｡ ⊱ A bit shocked from Vegas' scream, Mi reverted her attention from the wondrous weather outside her window, to Vegas.
"I didn't know you were that scared of lightning and thunder, Vegas." She closed the curtains so the only thing noticeable, was the sound of the thunder. She hadn't known what the demon was up to, or what Vegas was truly afraid of. She couldn't really do anything to help, so she sat there, in front of the window waiting for something miraculous to happen. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:04 pm
--------♋ ＶＥＧＡＳ ＫＩＮＧＳＬＥＹ
--Ҭћε ҋεҫɍѳɱąηҫεɍ ♋ “And if a double decker bus crashes into us,
to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” __________________________________________ fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮ Whimpering a little, she didn't lessen the clutch she had on Strength's striped shirt, "No... Mi, I saw his shadow..." slightly glad that she could talk to Mi about it without sneaking around Strength's back - she could do it in front of him and he wouldn't even know. She would bet millions of dollars and her own life that the shadow had disappeared, it would because it always did and she wouldn't have any proof left to prove to someone that she was being stalked by a demon. A ******** demon. "I'm only afraid of thunderstorms because I feel unprotected, Strength helped with that. I know he's somewhere, watching us."
fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮Vegas' tight grip on Strength's shirt loosened but she didn't dare to move out of his embrace, she knew she'd get scared and start bawling until she ran out of tears and became dehydrated. She listened to his quiet, slow breathing as she waited for Mi's response, she was tempted to move her head but kept still, she hardly moved, other than trying to get closer if humanly possible or grabbing his shirt when she got scared. Considering what she saw last night, Strength looked like a peaceful little sleeping angel to her - a rude one, but an angel nonetheless. He seemed so blissfully ignorant when he slept, as if nothing was bothering him and she liked seeing him like that. She felt guilty getting him tangled in a web of trouble he didn't even know about. __________________________________________ "... And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us,
to die by your side with pleasure, the privilege is mine.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 9:34 pm
｡ ⊱ Mi realized what really bothered Vegas.
She stood up from her spot and sat on the bed, on Strength's legs, probably making the pain worse. But Mi didn't care, she knew Strength was strong enough to keep up. And she wanted to give Vegas some comfort. Strength's legs were actually pretty comfy anyways. "Vegas, even though you can see him. Even though he's there. . . Strength'll be safe. We'll keep him safe." Still unknowing of the true victim, Mi uttered those words in front of Vegas with an expressionless face. ⊰ ｡ † • ℓet's share тhe ρain тogether • †
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