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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:52 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
(( His Bullet-wound has now migrated to his stomach unexplainably. Let's pretend it was there this whole time. ))
A crooked smile found its way to Strength's face at his roommate's comment. Yeah, "lucky". One hand lay on the boy's injury while the other effortlessly caught the sub. Pretty much any movement hurt, but the kid managed to prop himself up against the headboard, unleashing the sound of unnecessarily loud crinkling noises as he unwrapped his meal. Sinking his teeth into what felt like the first piece of food in a long, long time, Strength nodded, accepting the bed no questions asked. The blonde quickly devoured the sandwich, easily as properly and neatly as a hungry teenage boy would.
"Street fair?" He questioned, the words mumbled as het took no break from his meal. Manners are obviously the world to this kid. "The ******** is that?" Strength could easily deduce what it meant, it really wasn't that hard, this was a more general question. Orphan boy who ended up working for mafia had never remembered going to a street fair before, shocker.
Strength had actually gone once, but it was when he was only three years old, and that fair was sure to have been more grand and expensive than the one of the school's hosting. Not to mention it was a very different Strength, or "Strong Boy" as his mother liked to jokingly call him, who was significantly smaller in every way, cheerier, and one-hundred-percent oblivious to the world he lived in. So, let me amend: Orphan boy who ended up working for mafia who used to live in a rich family. Too bad those days are long gone. 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 Aug 18, 2011 9:45 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 ╰☆╮ "It's this place we can walk around and bother people," Vegas explained, the pinkette had a dead serious look on her face, she wasn't kidding around - her only use for street fairs nowadays was to bother couples displaying affection and watch people make asses of themselves. The last fair she had attended was months ago, with her father, where sat and watched cute couples in beach attire be all affectionate and adorable, something she usually didn't care about but the blonde lingered in her thoughts and made her want to throw popcorn at the couples and wink suggestively at them until they left. If she couldn't be all publicly affectionate with him, she'd just harass others until they stopped. "And I guess we'd also get to spend time together," she added, she wasn't sure whether it had been the right thing to say after the rough night, but she needed to get that out in the open as Strength had seemed to forget what happened.
╰☆╮ Vegas looked at her hair, she tried to keep herself distracted with the way her pink hair-dye had faded, she kept herself fairly occupied with it to ignore the bloodstains on the bed to keep the images of a dead man out of her head. "So, what do you say, I was hoping we could go, " she looked at him through the pinkish red veil of hair, "We don't have to harass people though, we could just chill," she wanted to just 'chill' with him at the most, just not in their dorm. The metallic smell from the iron in Strength's blood which tainted her sheets had been destroying her sense of smell slowly with each passing moment. __________________________________________ "... 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: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:26 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
Quite honestly, he should have anticipated an answer like the one he got. What had he really been expecting, though, "Oooh, it's this lovely place with pretty pretty rides. . . "? Uhh, no. "Mm, yeah." Strength compressed the tin wrapping down into a rough ball, throwing it to the trashcan as if he were some sort of court-star scoring the winning basket. Fortunately he wasn't, because with the way the paper rolled off the rim, his "All Star Team" would have hated him."Sure, sounds good." The blonde chuckled, wondering how Mi was going to end up accompanying them, casually, about 20 feet behind trailing them, or full-on in-the-bushes stalking.
. . . Crap, Mi. She was going to get a shiny little gold star for a job-well-done in her department, but what was going to happen to Strength? His blood was all over the crime scene, and unless his ravenette roommate had some sort of master-cleaning-technique under her belt, he was pretty much screwed. Whatever, now wasn't the time to think about that. The blonde brushed off the incredibly disconcerting thoughts for another time, hopefully a while away.
"So when do you wanna go?" Strength assumed, or maybe more of hoped, that the girl would take his injury into account as for planning a trip, but that may be expecting too much. Well, I got the luck of that storm, so I could probably go pretty soon. . . but not now, for sure, not unless he got some extra healing done.
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 Aug 19, 2011 9:31 am
--------♋ 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 had her lips pursed in thought, she bit the inside of cheek to hold back a smile before she said, "Cool," she felt stupid for responding in such a way but she tried to brush it off coolly, pushing pinkish-red bangs out of her eyes to look at Strength and anything else around her. She laid her torso down onto the couch and relaxed her body which had tensed up without her awareness, a lot of things seemed to happened her awareness. "Hm," she dragged out the m while she thought on it, "Obviously whenever you're in any condition to move," she lethargically shifted her hand and used it to motion towards the wound that he had managed to get just the other night. "Honestly, at the moment, I'm just happy you're alive," she told him genuinely, although the only thing in her mind was, 'Because according to CSI and Grey's Anatomy, you should be dead by now,'
╰☆╮ As Vegas played with her hair and looked at the strands that were half pink and half red, or all red while the others were pink, she tried not to press on the man she saw last night. She hoped Strength thought she didn't ask because she was minding her own business, not afraid of the answer. She stared at him weirdly before she said, "I would ask you if I could touch your abdomen but that makes me think you're pregnant, not wounded," she chuckled at the thought of it before realizing that it may or may not have been the right time to start joking around about it with them, "Too soon?" __________________________________________
"... 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: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:23 am
  The Navy Commander's daughter could sail a ship from the pacific the the Atlantic in two nights,beat up the entire football team and still manage to look flawless,but she couldn't find her own way over to her dorm.How pathetic,Allie. She thought to herself in a disappointed manner shaking her head in disgust with herself.Finally she reached 4 buildings,almost side by side each with a different house color and peculiar name.She searched her pocket for the little 6x4 index card with her house name and dorm number written on it sloppily in a small almost unreadable handwriting.Damn that lady at the dorm//housing office. Really she was more focused on finishing her home made manicure/spa session then helping Allie any way.The lady didn't even bother to say,"Oh hey the buildings are over on the east side and I will direct you to your dorm and house accordingly." Nope. What she said was."Uggh.Here it is.Try not to get lost,I would help you but I am in the middle of trying out this homemade manicure kit.Hey,you think they look good? I am going to try and dry my nails with this mini fan.Buh-bye!"
She pulled out the little,wrinkled in index card and held it up to the broad daylight.The blonde squinted her eyes and tried to read the small print.She made out the first 3 words "Wyv".That was all.She read the dorming building signs and used process of elimination.If it wasn't Erriannes,Catian or Burnar it must be...Wyvern! She pulled her stupid little roll baggage into the front and searched for her room.After searching tirelessly,she to no avail,had not found her room yet.She sighed knowing she had one option.To ask for directions like a lost, suicidally annoying tourist.Eww.She saw a dorm down the hall with the heading in brass letters that read:The Garnet Dorm. Looks like we have a winner.She walked over to the dorm pushing the loose blonde strands out of her sea blue eyes and knocked on the door trying to be as polite as possible."Hello?Anyone home?"She asked her voice twinged with the slightest hint of a New Yorkian accent.
((Obsessed-Over-Crissy (OOC): LOL Haha Allie is totally intruding your dorm XD))
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:30 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
Strength let his head hit the cold wood of the headboard. Why was it so cold in the room, Does every school building really need to crank up the Air Conditioning so high? In reality the boy just wanted something to complain about, though really, he didn't have to reach very far to find one. Vegas' comment about him being alive amused him, "Me too." He couldn't help but wonder if he wouldn't be had it not been for the natural energy all around them the previous night. Whatever, what's been done is done, as he would say.
Strength smirked, "Nah, it's good." His face then fell, now expressed with an absolutely serious look. "But I just felt it kick. . . I think it's your's."
The boy's ashy eyes looked up to the door where the noise had come from, thinking that of all things to make him start moving, the toilet was much more likely than some stranger at their door. 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 Aug 19, 2011 11:16 am
--------♋ 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 had a small smile on her face before it was replaced with a dumbfounded look, quickly, the pinkette composed herself and let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, dear, I should have used protection, I had a long day at work," she played, she found it odd how soon they could be normal around each other after a horrible night. Well, they were all odd. Her eyes lazily went towards the door and she threw her hand up, "Coming," she tried to be loud before she pushed her body up using her arms and headed for the door, she quickly looked over at Strength, "... There's blood on the sheets, what do we do?" she asked, staring at him with an apathetic expression although twinges of fear were visible in her eyes, she was sure sheets so bloody weren't normal. "I mean, damn, if that's my PMS, I need to invest in feminine hygiene products and a gynecologist," she stated, she had a dead serious look on her face even though she it seemed as if she was lightening up the situation.
╰☆╮Vegas remembered the stranger was waiting and as a half-assed excuse, she shouted, "Uh, actually, give me a moment," she tried to come with a reason as to why she needed the moments and idiotically shouted, "I'm naked," before she quickly rushed towards to her bed, she was anxious and it was clear from the way she bit her bottom lip and tapped her heel against the floor, "Uhm... I'm going to look for my new bedsheets, you do something," she whispered, even though no one would hear them unless she shouted. She remembered the stranger and said loudly, "Hold on, I'm having trouble finding my ... " she drew a blank, grabbed at her clothing and mentioned the first one she could think of, "Bra." __________________________________________ "... 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: Fri Aug 19, 2011 1:05 pm
Allie heard rustling and such at the door way when a voice chimed through the door.The voice was of a young woman and sounded quite flustered from what she could hear.She heard her dilemma and sighed. "Uhmm.Sure,I'll just hang tight over by your door here until you find that."She said almost awkwardly.She leaned against the wall next to the door as she waited.She hoped she wouldn't be here for a long time but...she remembered when she couldn't find her bra.It took her a while to find it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 1:49 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 folded his arms behind his head, giving up on sitting upright against the headboard. The boy smirked at Vegas' excuse, not bothering to think of some solution to what looked like their little murder scene. "Obby Oh, baby." He glanced over to the other bed where Mi seemed to be sleeping or something, he didn't really know. Whatever, things'd work out without the boy's help, right? Why bother putting in the effort. "By the way, I'd suggest your leopard bra, personally." The blonde still remained unmoving, almost awaiting a clever response of some sorts. She could just take a sheet from Mi's bed and throw it over. . . ah, well. Let her figure something out. 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 Aug 19, 2011 2:21 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 gave the blonde an odd look and said, "Oh no, silly, I got that one for you," sarcasm dripped in her voice as she tugged sheets out of her carry on and spread them out, only to reveal that they had black drawings on them of women and hip hip dancers that were pin up style. "Cover yourself up, you voyeur," she mentioned before throwing it over him and ran over to the door, she ensured that the blood was safely covered up before she opened the door for the stranger. She eyed the girl up and down, side to side, whatever you could think of , the girl definitely was not familiar to the pinkette, "... Who are you?" she asked rudely, hand on her hip and lips in a thin line as she awaited a response. The girl's accent had sounded odd, even through the door, and the pinkette was sure her own Portuguese accent sounded bizarre to the stranger.
╰☆╮ Vegas looked over at Strength, an eyebrow raised, "Look, two blondes, you guys can gossip and braid each others hair now," she teased her ashy haired roommate with the look on a popular b***h in high school would have. "You shall not pass," she tried to look absolutely serious as she made the reference, she waited for the female blonde to introduce herself before welcoming herself to the dorm. She found it awkward to have visitors she didn't even know, she doubted the girl was friends with Strength or Mi, they spent essentially every moment with the pinkette, she would know. __________________________________________ "... 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: Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:31 pm
(( Uhh, hellllooooo, everyone knows Strength loves to braid hurr, so that wouldn't be an insult. Silly Yaniie. ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:35 pm
Allie walked over to the door when it was finally opened. She stared a a pink haired girl,with eyes to match. She seemed to know what she was doing and looked like she didn't take anything form anyone.Sort of like the head cheerleader or prom queen in those stupid television dramas. She was surprise she could come to such a conclusion by looking the girl. She finally spoke up when the girl made her final comment."Uh hey.Names Allie...Allie Carter,oh and sorry to bug you while you were in the middle of trying to find your bra but,Now I am going to sound really obnoxious and touristy but here me out."She said looking at the girl with a determined eye. "So I was really pathetic and got my a** lost.With no help form the lady at the front some how I managed to get here.Do you have any idea where the Amethyst dorm is?"She asked the strong-willed girl.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:52 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 shook her head, "Oh no, it's fine, I'm Vegas Kingsley and I always seem to lose my bras," she introduced herself, it hadn't been until the words left her mouth that she realized how dirty and provocative they sounded, "... In my dorm, I always lose them in my own dorm, but don't worry, I always sound obnoxious," she told the girl with a lethargic look in her eyes but she sounded like an okay person to be speaking to, even though she might have seemed weird as she was saying the first things that came to mind. The pinkette bit the corner of her lower lip, "I literally have never heard of that dorm, it might be new but you can stay and we'll help you out," she offered, she didn't know where the dorm was and nor did she want to walk around and look for it, she was too indolent. "Eventually," she added with a shrug before ushering Allie into her dorm.
╰☆╮ Vegas stood around awkwardly before she looked over at Strength again and then Mi, she decided that it would be polite for her to introduce her and probably more normal. "That tiny looking girl over there is Mi, she's obsessed with bacon," she told Allie, pointing at Mi who she had assumed to have fallen asleep or zoned out and then she tried to her ashy haired roommate, "This is Strength, also known as the bra snatcher, he especially likes leopard ones because he thinks they look nice on him," she told the blonde female as if it were perfectly normal and she decided to introduce her to Tiny and Bra Snatcher, "This is Allie Carter," __________________________________________ "... 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: Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:58 pm
Allie smiled. "Nice to meet you Vegas,cool name.Sorry about that lack-luster name of mine.Basically a make shift name.My parents thought I was going to be a boy,so they had to find a way to switch Alexander into girl form pronto. Making me Allie."She laughed at the stupid mistake."Don't worry.I my bras tend to go missing all the time. I think there is a vortex or something under my bed that is sucks all my bras into a a black hole or something."She scoffed."You don't seem to obnoxious.Seen worse."She smiled."She walked over as she was suddenly introduced to a sleeping girl and a blonde guy. "Hello bacon lover and bra snatcher."She laughed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:41 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 took his right arm from behind his head and held it up in greeting. "Hi Allie Carter, I'm the bra snatcher who looks killer in leopard bras." His face remained blank, but in truth the guy was fairly amused. "Looks like you've already met face eater." The boy's burnt eyes looked the girl over. He was hardly blonde compared to her hair, looked like there wouldn't be any braiding for them That's a darned shame.
((Short post, Dinner Time!)) 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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