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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:50 pm
ＲＯＲＹmrowrrrＲＯＣＨＥＳＴＥＲ like roses, we blossom then die. 
rory
To be perfectly honest, Rory hadn’t noticed Emmeline sitting on the couches just a few feet away until she heard Taylor’s unmistakable voice, calling her sister’s name and her own. “Hey, Em! Rory! How are you guys?” The youngest Rochester jumped and spun her body towards the voice. First, she saw her friend. Then, she saw a little brunette head peeking over the edge of a couch. How long have you been here? Rory shoved her phone into her bag, visibly shaken for no longer than the duration of the movement, and pulled in a steadying breath through her nose. Off to the fray. Victoria raked a lily hand through her hair and forced a little hop in her step, a little swing in her hips. She could do this. She could calm the hell down and do this. She wasn’t too used to being so jittery and was at quite a loss in knowing how to deal with it. Wondering just briefly about how socially acceptable it was to order booze with lunch, Rory beamed a grin at Taylor and perched herself on the arm of the couch. “Hey, Tay!” Rory chirped, deciding to take a “fake it until you make it” approach to easy cheerfulness. She glanced around the immediate area, checking to see she hadn’t missed anyone, and felt one brow pull a little closer to the other. “So…I may have lost Maggie in the shops. Have you guys seen her?” Rory folded her hands on her lap, ran one, right anxious index finger over the knuckles of her left hand and pulled the bottom corner of her lower lip under her teeth. She pressed her teeth down absently, earth brown eyes drifting off from the countenances of her companions and just kind of floating about the immediate eye-level area. Then, relatively suddenly, her lip was hurting like hell. She let it slip away from her teeth and distractedly raised the pads of her fingers to her mouth to feel the straight edge impressions on the flesh. Wrinkling her nose and pulling her focus back to the group, Rory turned at her lip to glance down at her sister. “You, by the way, are a total jerk.” The younger sister said bluntly, narrowing her eyes just enough to soften her words with playfulness. Why didn’t you call me? You should’ve called me, but she wouldn’t say that. Not here, not now. Probably later, but not just yet. She was trying to be happy, after all. Her sister wasn’t dead. She hadn’t forgotten where she was going or how to drive a car in the middle of an intersection or who she was and where she was going. Thank God, had she been able to feel anything just then, she probably would’ve been relieved enough to fall from her precarious perch on her couch and cry.
As it was, Victoria Rochester was feeling surprisingly little. She felt detached, if anything, and more like she was watching herself go through the motions of waiting for friends than actually watching for their arrival. Perhaps it was the exhausted decline from panic, perhaps it was how bone tired she was after leaving Giles’s bed at five in the morning to go to the gym or how she hadn’t eaten anything since seven something the previous night. She hadn’t slept much, either. Well, no. She hadn’t slept at all, really. She’d managed about two hours of light unconsciousness the night before, a surprising development, considering her usual eight-hour dead-to-the-world sleep schedule. She’d spent most of the night lying on her back, her share of the sheets kicked down to her shins, and staring up at nothing in particular. She’d given up after a while and had swung her legs off the bed wearily, each palm pressing down on the mattress edge on either side of her legs, twisting her neck to look at her very asleep boyfriend. She’d padded over to the window, had sat on the radiator below it and had let the low heat warm then burn her skin while she watched the city come awake. When the first garbage truck came to a stop down below, Rory had blinked once, slowly, and had slipped off her seat to prepare her gym bag. She’d taken a while to lock the door behind her, to look at it like it was the last time she’d see it (she would later blame her exhaustion for her sulky moodiness and melodrama), and then to turn on her heel and leave. She would have to practice leaving for good one way or another. A trip to the gym, where endorphins would supposedly boost her mood, seemed like an innocent enough excuse.
“Hey Giles, did they trick you too?” Rory started again when her sister spoke, eyes flying first towards Emily to gauge what direction she was looking in before following them to Giles Harrison. Why was it that today she couldn’t see people until others called out to them? Rory blinked guilty, feeling infinitely in the wrong for having so easily overlooked him. He was her room mate, her dear friend, her boyfriend, for chrissake. On any other day, she would’ve been able to sense his presence if she were blind folded and deaf. Rory offered him an undeniably apologetic half-smile, but didn’t move from her seat to hug or hold him. She quickly wanted nothing more than to slip her arms around his neck and just rest her ear against his gray sweater, but stayed still. She wasn’t a particularly clingy, PDA-obsessed girl and they both seemed a little out of sorts. That was another recent, unsettling development. Things between them had felt a little off to her for a couple of days now, but she couldn’t put her finger on it for the entire world. God knew she’d spent at least two nights wondering if they were drifting apart and then panicking about just got much the thought made her stomach flip. Rory didn’t like having to rely on people, as a general rule. She liked being able to pull her own wait and the weight of her sister. Having such a decisive reaction to the thought of someone leaving frightened her. She’d been living with him for four years and had known him for a good four more before that, so it really only made sense that she felt close enough to him to feel so strongly. Objectively, it made sense. To her, it was baffling.
“Nah, willing slave to pretzels.” Rory’s stomach grumbled and she pulled her phone from her bag to check the time. It took her a second the register the little digital numbers glowing on the screen. 2:30 pm. Oh. That was a problem. Forgetfulness seemed to run in the Rochester family--at least, in the girls. Emmeline forgot who she was and where she was sometimes (which was inarguably far more important), but Rory tended to forget the more essential things in life. Like feeding her body and hydrating it, for example. Her stomach had a funny little joke it liked to play on her. It would alert her of its hunger for just a few collective minutes and then she’d feel nothing for hours and hours on end and would completely and entirely forget about food. It would only restate its hunger and need for sustenance with frantic fervor when her blood sugar was low enough for her to want nothing more than a break from consciousness. Rory sniffed, eyes glued to the pretzel for just a minute, before she turned her head to address the other girls. She’d just begun to speak, to ask if anyone else was famished and hadn’t hit up the pretzel stand yet, when Lyric Giordano appeared. Rory offered a mega-watt smile and a little wiggle of her fingers in a wave, but, when she was relatively sure no one was looking directly at her anymore, the corners of her lips fell slowly and her starry eyes flitted away to examine some indistinct corner or twist in the couch fabric. She noticed a movement and glanced up to see Taylor rise as Maggie—Rory was a compulsive nick-namer—settled. Her eyes followed her moving friend while she joined her boyfriend. God, they were so cute together. Rory looked over at Giles and tried not to look uncomfortable. I should be doing that. I should be standing by him. Move, legs, move. They didn’t and Rory looked down at her hands and fiddled around with her rings, staying so uncharacteristically quiet that it was making her anxious. I should talk. They won’t ask about anything if I talk.
“Well, now that you’re here, Lear, does anyone want to see what’s playing at the cinema?” Oh, thank you, Em. “Definitely.” Rory piped in, quickly following Maggie’s small sounds of agreement. “I’m in, if only for the Swedish Fish.” Though the words came about on a sufficiently light tone, Rory’s eyes made a point of not lingering on one face for any longer than a second. She was grateful, not for the first time, for having such a large group of friends. They were her net, her support group, her little deliciously dysfunctional family and there were enough faces for her fleeting glances not to look overly suspicious. Rory drummed her fingertips against her jean-covered knees and stood, arching her back to crack it. Feeling tired but a little better, the youngest Rochester stood and wiggled her fingers—only up to her middle knuckles—into her jean pockets, offering the group a little shrug. When her shoulders dropped, Rory’s stomach growled again. “Either way, maybe we should get a move on. This couches smell like old coffee.” Ever the restless spirit, Rory directed a quick, jumping glance further off down the hall, towards the glowing cinema sign and then towards the dumpling shop across from it. She was growing more and more fixed upon a certain idea—that, if she expressed significant zeal and interest in the complex nature of the afternoon, her friends would hardly noticed how odd and quick her smallest movements were, how jittery she was and how precise each fidget was. It was a far cry from her usual attitude, from her slow, comfortable movements and slow, genuine smiles. Harvard. Goddamn Harvard. That little cream envelope was eating her heart alive.  h
PS: Is anyone having any trouble reading Rory's color? I'm realizing it's a little on the dark side. I could change it.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 5:30 am
{Hehe your font color is pretty, I can see it just fine. [But thats just me] If you like we can throw out the previous 'script' and just go with the flow, but if you still want to incorporate Lyric to be someone novel obsessed, then maybe he would suggest him and Em going to a movie that Rory and Taylor wouldn't want to see so they can go and get coffee?//Unknowing that everyone has a similar idea and bails on the three dollar movies to avoid someone or look for a gift? Just throwing this idea out there ^^; Do what you will, I love surprises. <3} itwa onetwothreⒾ knσw ყσu wαnt тσ ☏ тo мεthreef╚═══»ßµŦ тнεrεs α ✖ σvεr мy мσuth.➷ ❝ι'м sσяяყ❞ I ιgnorε ყou, αnd → ყσu σutlovey ι'm waιtιng fσr мყ мιnd tσ clear, вuт ☮mymothertoldmetosιмρℓy wσnт cσмeititwa xxx☻Polyvore
xxxxxx☻Theme Song
“ Definitely.”, Rory piped in, and Emily felt her eyes widen slightly, for seemingly no reason at all. ‘ Something feels amuck…’Thought she, just mere seconds before Rory finished her little sentence.
“ I‘m in, if only for the Swedish Fish.”, A stifled giggle-like sound almost snorted inside Emmeline's nose.
Almost flat out giggle-snorting at an inside joke between the two, Emmeline averted her gaze towards Giles as the shadow of a grimace curled her mouth. Catching her hidden expression, the right side of his lopsided frown curled his own mouth. At first the sentiments were genuine, but then an impish glint glistened in Emmeline’s eye; and the corner of Gile’s mouth crinkled. The half-frown now becoming a half-grin of mischievous play. Ever since Emmeline had witnessed Giles' first reaction of hearing Rory confess her ardent passion for 'Swedish Fish' and clamping a hand over his mouth to restrain man-giggles behind Rory's back, Emily couldn’t hear the candy name without thinking inappropriately. ‘ Thanks a lot Giles. You ruined Swedish Fish for me.’, Forever an 'inside' joke.
“ Either way, maybe we should get a move on. These couches smell like old coffee.”, Distracted from the ‘Swedish Fish’ joke, which was not as foul as it sounded, Emily didn’t have to wait a moment longer before her younger sister began walking towards the cinemas. Emily immediately followed, but her lip pursed for a moment. ‘ I wasn‘t really serious about a movie…’As the movie was hopefully a clever ruse to get a few people to sneak out, by something, and hide it in their car, Em had rather hoped that the others would psychically know that little detail. Seeing as Giles was solemnly following her sister with his hands buried in his pockets, he didn’t seem to get the hint either. Sneaking a peek at Taylor and Lyric, a mischievous grin splashed on Emmeline’s face.
Slowing down her pace enough to dawdle towards the back of the group, Emmeline walked a few feet to stand next to Magnolia and smile her hundred watt smile. With all the stress everyone seemed to ‘wordlessly’ be going through, Emily hadn’t even texted Magnolia for nearly two weeks. ‘ I need to be more social…’, Leaning in close enough to her good friend so as not to be overheard very easily, Emmeline turned her chin to try and share eye-contact.
“ So…if they go to the movies…would you like to sneak out and get Lyric a present? If I go off on my own everyone’ll know I‘m shopping for him. ”, It seemed like a noble plan, if Magnolia wanted to be her accomplice; all the better. Biting her lip in excited anticipation, Emmeline kept walking slowly to keep their conversation as secretive as possible.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:01 pm
something filled upxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
my heart with nothing.xxxxxxxxxx
someone told me not to cry xxi know it feels goodxxxxxto be used, when you're usingLyric grinned at his friends and greeted them each in turn. He couldn't help but regard Taylor's slightly detached posture as odd, but he did well to hide it. There was no reason to bring anything up in front of anyone that needn't hear it. Emily seemed to explode from her chair, and ran to hug him. He returned the almost-sisterly-like half-hug with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, despite the fact that the whole thing churned his stomach horribly. His mind exploded in the kind of questions that came up in character development, the kinds of things he asked himself about everyone, now simply out of habit.
Were they even friends? Did his ulterior motives control his actions? Did his still think of Emily as a person, or was she simply a study? How many of his reactions to her were real? How many were acted out of a knee-jerk reaction, practiced past conscious thought. "Now that you're here, Lear, does anyone want to see what's playing at the cinema?" Lyric could feel a probing glance or two, and automatically shifted a little toward his girlfriend. He forced all negative thoughts out of his head. What was he here for-- no wait, don't answer that. Lyric returned the smile to his best friend, Magnolia, as she responded to Emily's mentioning a movie.
He hadn't realized how long it'd been since he'd seen any previews. How long since he'd watched television? Except for the occasional break for food, or a chat with Taylor, or a quick outing with Emily, Lyric had spent little time away from his novel. Rory seconded the idea, and before he had realized they were, everyone seemed to be migrating. Emily had disappeared from sight, so Lyric settled to offer Taylor a hand and one of his usual, beaming smiles.
It seemed like time had been flying, like he hadn't seen anyone in weeks. That couldn't have been the case, but it didn't abate the feeling that he needed to catch up with his friends, see what exciting things he'd missed in his completely distraction by his upcoming novel. "I have no idea what's playing." Lyric confessed to Taylor with a sheepish grin, almost a little secretively. He hoped they'd pick something good, though, he was sure there would be some stupid chick flick out, where mister Square-Jaw'd perfection taught miss Perky-Tits-Three-First-Names how to live again after a horrible end to the "perfect relationship" she had with mr Abusive-Angry-Alcoholic (who comes back halfway through the story after a long battle with AA).
There would probably be a puppy, too. A golden retriever, or a lab.
The cinema sign loomed big and bright, promising seats that would magically take you forward in time about two hours, and leave you stumbling back out into the light not entirely sure what you'd just seen. None of the titles sounded even vaguely familiar, but Lyric attempted to sort out some of the genres merely by the title font, or whatever posters he could see hanging out along the walls near the ticket queue. Sure enough, there was the blond and the squared jaw-whoever and the puppy. Lyric's great feeling of achievement might've been taken for some excitement over the idea of seeing the movie displayed, and when he realized that he quickly turned his gaze away and looked back up at the titles. In his head, he counted out how much money he must have had in his wallet.
When was the last time he'd bought something? Groceries. Out of curiosity, the time before that? Printer ink and photo paper to print out what he wanted to be the cover for when he sent it over to the editor. Lyric bit his lip. One day was all he wanted for a break, he deserved to have some time away from the mystery of the death of Agent X and Mister L. Focus.
"Anyone know what's supposed to be good?" Lyric asked a little cluelessly, casting a hopeful glance at his friends, who seemed to have arrived in something of a blobby pack at the big theater sign.Your girlfriend fancies your best friend, should you:A.xxStick around with them.
xB.xxTell them that's just fine.
C.xxKiss her until she's mine. our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 7:11 pm
 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ All my life I've been good
But now I'm thinking
What the h e l l ?  Well Taylor had succeed in her escape of being trapped next to Magnolia…for now. It was a relief to have Lyric there. A relief and at the same time it made her incredibly nervous. She couldn’t wait much longer before telling him what happened two months ago. The longer she waited, the worse it would be by the time it finally came out. And it definitely had to come from her. If Lyric were to find out from anyone else…well, she would be in a lot of trouble.
All of her previous feelings left her when she saw the look Em gave Lyric. So many thoughts were running through her head as she witnessed it. ’Why is she looking at him like? She shouldn’t be doing this…right in front of me. Who exactly does she think she is? Hello? Lyric has a girlfriend.’ As she had been thinking this her face started to show some of the anger and yes, jealous that she was feeling. She forced a smile out after realizing what she was doing. She couldn’t be acting this way. The others would start asking questions and she couldn’t explain. Plus, she had actually cheated on her boyfriend. He hadn’t done anything.
The thought of a movie wasn’t something she liked. That was just one more situation where she could get stuck sitting next to Magnolia. The fact that Lyric and Magnolia were both here was enough to make her feel uneasy. She couldn’t just act like nothing happened when the two people involved were right there. Her thoughts calmed a bit when she felt Lyric’s hand take her own and smile at her. Returning the smile, Taylor decided she should just suck it up. She needed to be in a good mood. It was almost Lyric’s birthday and she wanted to make sure it was a good one.
Taylor realized as she was led by Lyric that it had been awhile since she had spent time with him. Sure they had talked but actually being together one on one had been awhile. She was simply enjoying the little walk holding hands with him. She listened as he confessed that he didn’t even know what movies were out. She didn’t know either. Trying to think back to what she had seen on tv, Taylor couldn’t pinpoint an actual movie.
As they walked, Taylor noticed Emily and thought back to the look that she had given Lyric. Why would she look at him that way and completely avoid her? She wished she could simply let these thoughts slide but they wouldn’t leave. And then seeing Magnolia almost sent an outright panic strike through her body. As soon as that happened, she just couldn’t be near Lyric. If she stayed by him much longer with Mag right there, Taylor would end up breaking down and telling him right there and that was something she just couldn’t do.
Gently taking her hand out of Lyric’s, she offered him an apologetic smile. ”You know what, I actually don’t think I’m up for a movie. You guys go right ahead though. I’m going to go look around the mall.” She smiled once more before turning and heading in the opposite direction of where everyone else was going. Taking deep breaths as she went, Taylor knew that her little window of confession was closing fast.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 6:13 pm
I’m going to take my time, take my shot
I’m going to give it all that I’ve got
Not giving up without a fight
Going to let it all out,
It’s my life
As everyone started to agree on going to the movies, it seemed like the decision was made. Rory seemed to want to go to the movies, and Lyric sounded ok with it too. The group had even started making their way over to the theater. Maggie wondered what movie they were going to see, though she really didn’t care. Instead during the movie she would try and think of ways to get alone with Taylor. Maybe if they went to the bathroom or snack stand together, it wouldn’t look suspicious to the others. I just have to talk to her. The need to talk about that night was gnawing at her, but there was nothing she could do. If Taylor kept avoiding her, then she might never know the true meaning of that night. Was it just something they did because they were drunk, or does it mean something more?
While en route to the theater, Maggie noticed Emily turn her head to look at her. To be polite, Maggie looked back to see what she wanted. Her invitation was intriguing, and she made a god point. Maggie still needed to get something for Lyric for his birthday; it was the reason for coming here in the first place. What distracted her from her original mission was seeing Taylor. The want to talk to her overtook her thought and trying to devise a plan to get her alone, became her only mission. Going off alone with Emily was something Maggie was weary of. She hadn’t actually been alone with her for a long time, and wasn’t sure what to do if she had some sort of episode. On the other hand, Emily had been spending a lot of time with Lyric lately, so she could help Maggie think of something to get him.
The choices were heavily weighed against each other, and for some reason she couldn’t make a decision. She knew it would be better to go with Emily, but she so badly wanted to talk to Taylor. A moment later it was like her decision was made for her. Taylor, for some reason, backed out of the movie and instead insisted on browsing through the mall. As Maggie watched her separate from the group and walk off, she had the urge to follow her. “I actually have to go to the store and check on something, but you guys can go on ahead without me. Come on Emily, you can come with me.” Motioning for Emily to follow, Maggie started walking away from the group. When it was just them two, she spoke again. “I don’t really have to go check on anything. I just didn’t want to give away to Lyric what we are really doing.”
Maggie looked around for any sign of Taylor, but she must have lost her in the crowd. Distraught, she tried to forget about Taylor for a moment and concentrate on the job at hand. “So, do you have anything in mind about what to get Lyric for his birthday? You guys have been hanging out a lot together, it’s almost like your taking my place as his best friend.” Maggie hoped the sarcasm in her voice when she said the last bit was enough to make sure Emily didn’t really know that’s what she really thinks. Emily and Lyric have been together more than she and him, and more than Taylor and him. It made her wonder what he saw in her that would keep him so distracted. Maggie knew he was working on writing some novel, but she couldn’t place how Emily could be some help.
εїз Fly or fall it’s for me to decide εїз
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:05 pm
[Sorry about the length guys...my fingers had a mind of their own]itwaonetwothreⒾ knσw ყσu wαnt тσ ☏ тo мεthreef╚═══»ßµŦ тнεrεs α ✖ σvεr мy мσuth.➷ ❝ι'м sσяяყ❞ I ιgnorε ყou, αnd → ყσu σutlovey ι'm waιtιng fσr мყ мιnd tσ clear, вuт ☮mymothertoldmetosιмρℓy wσnт cσмeititwaxxx☻Polyvore
xxxxxx☻Theme Song
“ I actually have to go to the store and check on something, but you guys can do on ahead without me. Come on Emily, you can come with me.”, Being motioned to follow Magnolia, Emily felt a strange sensation begin to wrench the inside of her stomach. ‘ Something doesn‘t feel right about this…’Since it seemed that nobody was going to the movies afterall, what was the point with being secretive? ‘ We might as well just say: Hey Lear! Sit your butt down in that chair over there…when we‘ve all gotten you something we‘ll meet back at your chair. No peeking.’ But that wasn’t what was making Emmeline feel apprehensive…To be honest, she couldn’t place the peculiar feeling, only that Mag was acting strange and kept looking over towards where Lyric was standing next to Taylor. Turning her head to look at Lyric, Emily felt even more uncomfortable. Like she was being whisked away. This was -your- idea! Her face looked very unsettled as she unknowingly flashed a pleading glance in Lyric‘s general direction before her body turned towards the ‘store‘ Magnolia had mentioned. Her feet following Magnolia wherever she wanted to go first.
“ So, do you have anything in mind about what to get Lyric for his birthday? You guys have been hanging out a lot together, it‘s almost like your taking my place as his best friend.”, Feeling father away from Lyric and the group than they actually were, Emily started to drift her thoughts back towards Taylor. Not because she wanted to, but simply because she couldn’t control the images in her head. Taylor was ‘ is my best friend…I‘m not feeling anything else…’ Biting her tongue over the mental lie, Emily tried not to think about the time a few months ago when they held hands (as all best girl-friends do) and how strange it had made her feel. How wonderful it was. Well, she was. Taylor was her best friend, and stunningly beautiful. Lost in her thoughts, Em wasn’t really paying much attention to Magnolia…that is, until the words: taking my place, rang into her ear and shattered her thoughts like a rock thrown through a window.
‘ What?…’, the idea of having been seen that way stunned Emily so much, that her mouth hung open. Flabbergasted, Emily hurriedly shook her head in disbelief. ‘ What? No, no no-no-no-no-no-no…we‘re not best friends…’ the lie stabbed her in the chest. Outside of Taylor, who she couldn’t talk to anymore, Lyric was the one she always went to when she had a problem or wanted to tell a joke to someone. For the last month, it had always been Lyric. ‘ My god, how selfish can you be? You hog! No wonder Taylor doesn‘t text you anymore…’ But it wasn’t like that at all…not intentionally. Biting her lip apologetically, Emily stopped walking and reached out to grab Magnolia’s hand. Which was surprisingly softer than she had imagined it to feel. A fuzzy feeling in her chest started to flutter, but she ignored it.
“ Um…Rorys been at school a lot lately…and Lyric has been taking care of me. He‘s like an overgrown nursemaid who makes popcorn and watches movies with me sometimes. ”, Em grimaced as if that would further prove her words true. “ and other than obvious things he might like…I‘m not sure. He spends all his time on his novel lately…so I thought getting him a note journal or a new printer might help him with that…Save the ‘new socks‘ for Christmas, ya know?” Hoping Mag would laugh at her joke, Emily chuckled and scratched the back of her head, happily letting go of magnolia’s hand since it was becoming much too awkward and conspicuous.
Seeing a television/electronic store nearby, Emmeline pursed her lip. ‘ Guys like electronic stuff right? Maybe a new card or something might be something everyone else wouldn‘t think of…’ Thinking that could very well be a good idea, she nodded her head in conclusion. Without consulting Mag, Emmeline began to do what she usually did.
Wander off.
“ Hey Mag…how about you check that gift shop over there for any fancy writing pens or journals. Every good playwright has a personal journal with his name engraved on the bottom corner…so ask if they do that for me? I‘m going to check this shop for a cell phone or something, I‘ll join you in a minute.”, and Emmeline was gone.
Inside the store before Mag could argue or stop her, lightning attached to her dainty feet, Emily began to admire the cellphones and stereo players before the tv section caught her attention. There was a channel being broadcasted on it; the channel six news. ‘ Why are they on -now-?’ that show didn’t start until five thirty. The oddity of that show being on curled Emily’s eyebrows, and she walked forward to watch the broadcast. Slowly, but surely, images of a Chesterton address appeared on the screen and the voice of news reporter: Tricia Tilly, began to explain:
“ and here again we have the breaking news story of a hostage situation…gone horribly wrong.”, Images of a paramedics car parked outside of the premises flooded into view. A cloth-covered body was being wheeled inside, while an elderly gentleman had a blanket wrapped around him and the paramedics were obviously asking him questions, but the words were muted. However, the older gentleman looked very familiar. ‘ He couldn‘t be…’
“ This exotic dancer” The image of Alexis Archibald popped onto the right corner of the screen, but Emily leaned in closer to try and see the elderly man in the background. A very worried looking blonde girl was trying to break through the small crowd to see him, and behind her a raven-haired man was walking behind her. Seeing the blonde only made the bells of familiarity start ringing louder.
“…named Alexis Archibald has been holding Mr. Humphrey” ‘ OH GOD! NO! Alice‘s father!’ As the story continued to unfold, Emmeline’s face grew pale and her hands began to uncontrollably shake.
“ Hostage in her home for the past forty minutes. In a rare bout of luck, Mr. Humphrey was able to get to a telephone and dial nine-one one, but when the paramedics arrived, Alexis Archibald had already shot herself. Sources say that Ms. Archibald suffered from severe mental illness, and had kidnapped Mr. Humphrey after sending dozens of threatening text messages to six young adults. In far for their lives, Alice Humphrey, Skylar Lennox, Bella and Cailen Legosi, Jack Desmond, and Adam Rochester-”
“ ADAM!”, distressed beyond comprehension and hyperventilating at the idea of her brother having been in danger, Emily smacked the tv screen with her right palm in frustration. Her body beginning to rock back and forth as she bit down on her lip and made humming like noises to try and calm herself down. Every nerve in Emmeline’s body was on edge, and the static electricity field from the television did not help her body relax in the slightest. Somewhere in the background, the owner or manager of the electronics store mumbled something in her direction, but she didn’t pay enough attention to hear him. The story on the tv took precedence over everything else.
“ Fled to a family cabin, and upon being unable to locate them, Mr. Humphrey was then kidnapped from his home in Chesterton to try and force those young adults out of hiding.”, In the background past Tricia Tilly, the young man standing behind Alice (who had successfully been allowed up to where her father was, was poked by an officer and turned around to face the man. One second of looking at his face revealed the truth. Adam was right there, on television, in the heat of what could have been a horribly disastrous situation.
“ And here we have one of the six who has agreed to answer a few questions for us.”, Tricia Tilly’s on site reporter, Daniel Kent, walked up to where Adam was standing and jammed a microphone towards his face. Now seeing her brother up close, a headache like feeling started to jumble Emmeline’s mind, and her hands started to tremble and shake even more.
“ Adam Rochester, how long has Ms. Archibald been sending threatening texts? Do you know what started this?”, The color drained from Adam’s face, and Emmeline’s lip began to tremble. A shrill, shriek-like, noise wanting desperately to break free from her closed mouth.
“ I met Alexis Archibald at a party three months ago. We talked for a while,” Adam’s nostrils flared ever so slightly, and Emily’s eyes bulged like a frog.
“ She left and I didn‘t see her again until yesterday when she came by to visit me and we got into a verbal confrontation. After she left, she started sending threatening text messages and terrorizing us.” The news reporter nodded at key intervals and wet her lips before talking again. Various questions were asked, such as: Why didn’t you contact the police, did you think these text messages were serious at first, and the like. These questions seemed ordinary, and Emily just started to calm down when Tricia asked one final question that shattered the belief that her brother and his friends were okay.
“ Adam, do you think Ms. Archibald has an accomplice? Could anyone else be in danger right now?”, Emmeline could only watch as her heart shattered into tiny pieces. Her brother’s nostrils were flaring, and the shape of his mouth made her stomach so unsettled that vomit threatened to rise up her throat.
“ No, I don‘t think anyone else would want to harm us.” His nostrils flared just a centimeter more and Emmeline desperately gasped for air. Her right hand aggressively smacking the tv screen in hysterics. ‘ NO!!’
“ YOU LIAR!”, Smacking the screen again, Emily felt footsteps hurriedly rush behind her. Hands beginning to pull at her arms to try and pull her from the television. Oblivious to the footsteps, Emily felt like she was suffocating. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t concentrate, she didn’t even realize that this television was not -her- television and that she could get in trouble for abusing it. Squeaking breathless, gasping, hysterical words, Emily’s hair whipped about from her shaking head. Messily covering her face as the hat she was wearing fell onto the floor from being pulled back by a security guard. Whatever the officer was mumbling, Emily couldn’t hear it.
“ HE‘S LYING! THEY‘RE IN DANGER!”, the hands squeezed her arms so tightly that the pain constricted her blood flow, her thoughts now animalistic in desperation to get out of the man’s well-meaning grip. Screaming at the top of her lungs like a ring wrath from Lord of the Rings combined with an irish banchee, Emily lashed out by weakening her leg muscles so that she half collapsed on the floor. The guard using all his effort to try and drag her back up to standing. That is, before Emily tried to turn her hands and scratch the guard. Not because she wanted to hurt him, but because Emily could no longer breathe, and she thought that if he let go she might be able to draw breath and not feel so claustrophobic. Burning tears streaming down Emmeline’s face, she kept weeping and wailing like a five year old throwing a tantrum, scaring one or two customers out of the store while the few remaining people just kept watching like there was a dogfight going on. Unaware to the security guard, the shaking and jerking movements were caused by a mild seizure. Unlike the usual guard who tended to think that she was lashing out to get attention, the man started to see the jerking movements and dropped Emily to the ground. Though she shivered and softly jerked for a few seconds longer, Em stayed on the ground; exhausted from screaming, wailing, and struggling with the security guard. Having been so out of it during the entire episode, when Emily woke up from fainting (the seizure having occurred while unconscious) she couldn’t remember where she was. Worse, for a few moments everything was too bright, and she couldn’t see anything. Your in the electronic store…Her mind mentioned, but she didn’t understand the words.
“ Where am I!!! Where am I!!!”, trapped in the gut wrenching feeling of not know who or where she was, Emiline dug her fingernails into the carpet. Trying to cling to something to keep from being pulled from the face of the earth like a dandelion seed caught on the breeze. Weightless and empty, the lack of knowledge was the most horrible sensation imaginable. Gasping for air in-between words, the fluid from the tears she had previously cried began to gag the inside of her throat; making her words sound juvenile and fluid. Almost like she was drowning on her own saliva. Still crying out: Where am I?!?, Where am I?!?, over and over again for two minutes, the light began to subside, the darkness began to lift, and she could finally see the face of the security guard, who was on his knees on the floor looking down at her face.
“ Are you alright?”, he touched her clammy cheek with the back of his hand, feeling to make sure her temperature was alright like a concerned father. Only able to blink and breathe, her head still jumbled inside, Emily just kept blinking.
Taking out a flashlight, the man moved it back and forth in front of her face, squinting from the pain that the light burned into her eyes, she tried to close them. Trembling vibrations still hazily flowing up and down her body like a static cloud. Starting in her brain and ending in her feet. Whatever the man was looking for, Emily didn’t understand, his words were a jumble. He asked if your okay Em; but she still didn’t quite understand what the words meant.
“ She‘s disoriented.”, the man reached down to grab his radio and turn it on. The older man’s gloss green eyes staring down into her face. “ *Skrk* Luke, can you bring a wheelchair to Guppies Electronics?” The radio *Skrk*’d back and the sound of another voice said that one was on the way. With her eyes darting towards the ceiling, Emily began to count the tiny holes in the table. Her numbers ending at three, before she randomly picked another cluster of dots to watch and stare at. ‘ I don‘t know what they‘re saying…Its all gibberish to me…even though I know what the words are…’ mentally talking to herself, her heart began to squeeze in her heart as the man kept trying to ask her if she was okay.
‘ I don‘t know what your saying! Why are you talking to me? How am I on the floor? Where is everybody?’ Her mind answered back, even though she could only half understand the meaning of the words. Your in the electronic store…you just had an episode…Adam was on the tv… There was a scratchy sensation developing in Emily’s throat, and she only then realized how thursty she was. Emotional from the entire event that had just transpired, Emily wanted to cry. She wanted to cry because she wanted a cup of water. Her mind clear enough to recognize how humiliating that would be, Emily did not cry. But her face frowned in broken-hearted sadness. Half from wanting that cup of water, and half from realizing that she had just made a fool of herself in public. At the mall no less, and if her friends didn’t see this happen, they would hear about it and come running and someone would have to take her home. Like some stupid little child who didn’t know how to tie it’s shoes. That did really want to make Em cry. The idea of her friends having more reason in the world to think badly of her. You’re the one no one wants to put up with. Admit it, they’d all be happier if you weren’t crazy. If you didn’t have these fits. What made it worse was only that she couldn’t change them.
Overhead, the worried guard tried to stand to get the wheelchair but Emily grabbed his arm with a pleading expression. Her eyes welling up with tears at having the only person she could see near her at the moment (who didn’t look angry) leave her. Gasping a word: “ No…”, her weak grip tightened.
“ We‘re just bringing the chair over…its okay…”, the older man almost cooed to her like she was a five year old. If not for the fact that his voice sounded so wonderfully sweet and kind, she would have been overwhelmed by venomous feelings. ‘ Stop treating me like this!’ The man walked away, and brought back with him a glass of water from a drinking fountain. But honey, you are like this.
Drinking the glass of water as slowly as possible, Emmeline finally had the courage to look towards the window for any sign of her friends. Hoping more than anything that none of them ever found out about this, and yet overwhelmed with the desire to see Lyric and have him be there to take care of her like he usual did. ‘ Where is he?’ the hole in her chest grew larger, and her vision clouded from fluid welling up in her eyes. ‘ Doesn‘t he know I‘m in trouble?’ Emily really missed Taylor too. More than anything she wanted Taylor there to hold her and be there for her. So far, she couldn’t see anyone; but the televisions in the display blocked a lot of the people’s faces from view. Not that many people were still watching her now that the drama was over.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:04 pm
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ All my life I've been good
But now I'm thinking
What the h e l l ? Taylor wasn’t sure where she was going. She just sort of left quickly with no plans of where she was going or what she was going to do. The only thing on her mind was all the problems that she could see laid out in front of her. Taylor couldn’t help but feel she was losing Lyric a bit and just the way that Em looked at him made her feel as if the two of them had something going on. It was ridiculous and Taylor felt silly for even allowing the idea to cross her mind.
’Lyric’s an amazing guy and Em’s my best friend. They wouldn’t do that to me.’ Still the idea lingered in her mind. She knew the two were hanging out a lot and Taylor was a bit jealous of Lyric. Why was he getting to see Emily all the time while Taylor had been pushed to the side? It was starting to seem like Lyric was replacing her as Emily’s best friend. That thought just hurt. She didn’t want to think too much on the fact that she was more jealous of Lyric than Emily in this situation. That was just forbidden territory at the moment.
That led to Magnolia. It seemed like the countdown to their talk was like a time bomb. It was something she dreaded but there was no way she could stop it. It had to be done. The one thing she could be thankful for was the fact that Magnolia wasn’t following her. Sighing slightly, Taylor made a promise to herself to simply call up Magnolia later and then they could finally talk. Might as well get it over and done with and then they could put the whole thing behind them.
After making that decision, Taylor felt like she could finally relax and focus on the topic at hand; finding Lyric an amazing birthday present. She always had problems finding gifts for the guy. What usually happened would be her calling up Magnolia and the two of them would go off shopping. Now, she didn’t have Mag with her. She was on her own. Wandering into a bookstore, Taylor looked around for a bit but she couldn’t find anything that really stood out to her. She also didn’t want to offend Lyric in any way by buying him a book by an author he might not like too much.
Leaving the bookstore, she decided electronics might be a better way to go. However, when she started to enter the store, she noticed there was some commotion going on. A few people were gathered together. Taylor could only come up with a few reasons for why this might be happening. One was that there was some crazy sale and people were trying to get in on it. But some of the faces didn’t seem to fit it. Some of the people looked concerned which led to Taylor suspecting that someone was hurt. And that was when some people moved and Taylor could actually see the person who was the center of attention. ”Oh my God! Em!”
Taylor rushed over to where her friend was, pushing people where necessary. A security guard tried to stop her but Taylor couldn’t be bothered with him at the moment. Without taking her eyes from Emily, Taylor at least answered him. ”She’s my friend.” Thinking that would be enough to keep the guard happy, she went to kneel by Emily. ”Em, are you alright? What happened?” Her heart was racing with the worry she felt for her best friend. She wanted to yell at the people who were still watching her. What right did they have to just stare at someone when something was wrong? Still she kept her attention on Emily. She would do whatever Em asked of her at the moment.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:37 pm
I’m going to take my time, take my shot
I’m going to give it all that I’ve got
Not giving up without a fight
Going to let it all out,
It’s my life
The moment that Maggie spoke her last statement, she knew she said the wrong thing. Emily was acting strange as it was, and it got stranger when Maggie spoke about her replacing Maggie as Lyric’s best friend. She didn’t mean to offend or hurt Emily, and wished that she could take it back. She listened as Emily tried to explain herself. It’s ok, honest. I was just kidding. She did have some good ideas about what to get Lyric and even laughed at the bit about the socks. Though socks weren’t on her list of things to get him, she knew what Emily meant. As they walked on, Maggie began to notice Emily breaking away and wondering towards an electronic store. Following her, she started after Emily.
When Emily asked her to look for something for her at the gift store nearby, Maggie was hesitant. Leaving her alone didn’t seem like a good idea. She knew that Emily really shouldn’t be left alone, just in case. She didn’t want to be the one responsible for losing Emily. On the other hand, Emily is old enough to be alone. And I’ll only be a couple stores away. So, Maggie let Emily go, against her better judgment and headed to the small gift shop across from the electronic store. It was small enough that while browsing inside, she could keep a lookout if Emily left the store. As long as she stays in the store, she should be all right.
Maggie was now looking at some trinkets after looking at the stationary and asking the guy behind the counter about getting them engraved. All of a sudden there was a crowd forming near the electronic store. What was the chance that what was going on in there had to do with Emily? Shortly after, she saw a security guard push a wheel chair into the store. Oh no, this can’t be happening. I knew I should have never left her alone. Assuming the worst, she knew she had to go see what was going on. As she made her way out of the gift store, she saw Taylor pushing her way through the crowd. Maggie then followed after, making her way into the store. When she got to where Emily was, she saw Taylor kneeling down next to her, asking what happened. Extreme guilt washed over Maggie as she realized that this could be all her fault. “Emily, are you alright? I’m so sorry.” She then joined Taylor on the floor next to Emily.
εїз Fly or fall it’s for me to decide εїз
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