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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:27 am
Luck wasn't really something that came to Danny. Typically he had none at all. So it wasn't even remotely surprising that he had run out of gas well before the store. Though he had just enough time to pull into a gas station which was kind of shocking.
He hopped out of his car and s walked quickly to get some gas. Hey maybe he could find what he was looking for from the grocery and ice. Ice would be nice, reduce the swelling in his eye. Danny wasn't paying much attention to the people around, he really never paid attention to the people around him. Get in, get out, get lost. Something he had learned from his many years at home. It was easier to do if you didn't stop for pleasantries everywhere.
Danny walked around inside. Looking for and picking up any random thing he thought would be useful, entertaining, or good to eat. When he had a handful of stuff he went to the counter. The man was occupied so he went to the girl. She asked him a few questions about his day and Danny only used head nods or shrugging shoulders in his usual non-confrontational way. Finally he thought of something and had to ask. "Do you know of anyone who can help me find a place to live?" He asked with a whisper. The girl behind the counter nodded, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down an address and name. "Just go here."
"Seems easy enough. Thanks." Dan was good with addresses. He grabbed all of his stuff went to pump what little gas he could afford and was on his not so merry way.
It took maybe fifteen minutes to locate and drive to the address, using a map he had stored in his glove compartment. It seemed to be a shady trailer, but beggars can't be choosers he supposed. Once again he left the security of his car and knocked on the door.
 after years of this I stopped wishing for anything..    I often wonder what normal kids wished for..
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:16 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:28 am
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~*   Kiss was halfway to her bike when she heard one of the dumbest pick up lines ever. The line seemed to die in the man's throat as he must of realized the mistake.
Not 100% sure if she was the one being spoken too, because it hadn't been called very loud, Kiss turned around to see the same guy that had been looking up her skirt walking away. The little bit of his face she could see gave him away- she'd found the offender.
"Trying to get b***h slapped in the middle of a gas station or something? Because last time I checked, this isn't a street corner, and I'm not a whore."
Funny thing was, she didn't sound the least bit angry- no, quite amused in fact.
Not waiting for an answer to her rhetorical question however, she spun around and walked back to her bike. The tank was still waiting to be filled and her pump was ready.
Kiss punched the button, inserted the nozzle into her tank, and leaned over her bike, one arm resting on the seat, as the other held the pump.
From here, she could see the guy by his white truck. She briefly raised one eyebrow at him and smirked, before adapting a more subtle expression of amusement.
Believe it or not, she wasn't working any angle here. She wasn't trying to get him to come over, she wasn't trying to piss him off, or drive away feeling stupid... well, actually, that would be kind of funny if it showed- but that wasn't her intention. She really was just kind of amused by the stupid little situation.
And then, she was still planning on riding away on her bike to relax at home- as originally planned.     Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
[}My walls are closing in{]
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:28 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:27 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLife without xxxxxxxxxY O U isn't xxxxxxxxxxx W O R T H a damn thingg.xxx⇘⇘xx& you sir do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinkin' from glass. x ➸ ❤xx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Ronnie didn't say a thing when she replied with a snide comment.
Okay, maybe he really didn't need the beer sitting in his truck. He obviously was a little more than buzzing already, s**t.
What was wrong with him?
What the hell would Remi say right now?
Before he could make a bigger fool of himself and start a water work fest in public, he hopped into his truck and tore out of the parking lot.
Mentally slapping himself the whole way home, he nearly smacked into a car on the interstate. He trudged up to his apartment and slammed four beers in less than ten minutes. Someone should have timed him, he was being a champ.
Sure, he was pretty much a champ at beer pong, named beer pong champ of at least twenty parties in his junior year alone, but this was ridiculous.
He fell onto the couch, opened his phone, and found about six missed calls from good old mom and dad before clicking down to Katelyn.
'What time do you get off?'
'I'll be at your new place at 10, address?'
Perfect. He'd have just enough time to be sloshed.
❝ Beer PongChamp❞XXxxxxX  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXR O N N I E XX Z A V A D I L
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:32 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:53 pm
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~* Aw. Dammit.
For some reason, Kiss had thought he'd be more fun, particularly after his reply to her last comment from when he'd been looking up her skirt.
The smile of silent laughter died after he drove away. For some reason, that wasn't as funny as she had thought it would be at the time. She almost got the impression that this behavior was something... someone else... would enjoy more than herself.
Frowning as she replaced the pump, Kiss paused only a moment before sighing, climbing onto her Kawasaki and starting her up.
Kiss put on her helmet and rode out, feeling less satisfied than when she had pulled in.
Now she really needed to go relax at home... alone... again...
Why had that sounded so appealing earlier?
She was almost home when Kiss decided she was being stupid. It's not her fault that guy took things so personally. She'd been joking- for the most part- and he was the one to utter something so stupid in the first place. He really was lucky she had had such a calm reaction. Most girls WOULD have slapped him in the face- and then some.
So. Whatever.
Kiss forced a smile on her face as she removed her helmet and got off her bike.
Truth was, she had discovered, fake a smile long enough- and you really do start to feel better. Emotions were partially at the will of your... well, will. Take a brighter attitude and you honestly do feel better. Being happy was partially a choice.
Hmm... Now wasn't that interesting... could it possibly be the same one?
Kiss had started walking across the residential parking lot to get to the usual path that led to her apartment, when she saw a rather familiar truck parked across "L" wise from her bike.
Count the cars in between and you'd probably get around 15 or 20. But it had a free space on each side, making it stand out a little.
A white truck. Looked a lot like the one she'd just seen at the gas station.
Kiss stood there, contemplating the possibility for a moment, before shrugging and continuing on her way.
Her apartment was, unfortunately, in the center of the complex, but she didn't mind the walk. Sure, her apartment pretty much sucked, but the complex itself wasn't bad. A few creeks and bridges, and trees, and even the occasional mini-waterfall intertwined through the paths around the center of the complex.
Once "home" she crashed on her bed for a moment, face down, before deciding a shower sounded fantastic. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
[}My walls are closing in{]
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 11:17 am
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 9:11 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLife without xxxxxxxxxY O U isn't xxxxxxxxxxx W O R T H a damn thingg.xxx⇘⇘xx& you sir do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinkin' from glass. x ➸ ❤xx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Ronnie heard a knock on his door a while later, but before he could answer it Katelyn was crashing into his quiet apartment. <********, that girl was always so damn loud.
He looked over through red rimmed eyes at the girl he had been with so many times.
The sex happened right off the bat.
As always.
It ended around thirty or so minutes later.
As always.
There was little kissing, lots of thrusting, lots of moans.
As always.
She wanted to stay.
As always.
As always, he made up a lame excuse and she left with her head hung and a snide remark about how he would never get someone to stick around unless he started paying more attention to what someone else might want.
Need.
"You seem to stick around just long enough." His words slurred, but his intent was clear.
That was that.
He laid in his shitty bed alone, unsatisfied, and drunk.
What a lovely life, no?
Drunk Ronnie liked to think too much.
Problem?
Very much so.
His sister had always warned him that all sex and no real feelings would tear him to pieces. His heart was far too big for uncaring sexcapades. He needed someone to love him and care for him and for him to give that in return.
Remi was always right.
But how could someone with so much baggage find someone who would accept all of that, much less hold his hand through it all?
Something wet seeped into his ear, pulling him out of his drunken thoughts.
He was crying. Sniffling, he went outside to the front stoop and plopped down on the top step.
He needed fresh air.
❝ Beer PongChamp❞XXxxxxX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXR O N N I E XX Z A V A D I L
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 9:36 pm
  Vera Stevens Who is that girl staring straight back at me? 
Money was a given, of course he'd pay to live there.
Errands? That sparked Alexandria's attention. Drug errands were always needed in her life.
"Hm." And no cops was definitely a good thing. "No one's gonna come a'lookin' for ya, right?" She could tell he was on the young side, no pin-point age of course.
Vera gave him a once over. The kid was a cutie. Which, obviously, Alexandria picked up on because she stood up and walked over to him, instantly putting her hands on him. Personal space was not something Alexandria understood. But you let her do what she did because she always had you wrapped around her pretty little fingers.
Alexandria was the type of dark red head that you lusted after until you really knew her. She was an awful, vindictive b***h who would do anything to trample all over everyone and be on top.
She succeeded every damn time too.
"You'll do."
At least four people lived in that trailer at a time.
Guess this kid would be the fifth for now.
Alexandria, Vera, Arek, Orion, and now The New Kid.
Arek was her little sex slave. Guess he was cute enough. He was also her doormat, Alexandria walked all over him... in heels.
Orion was the connection to every drug dealer of any kind within a hundred mile radius, at least.
Not to mention he was the funniest mother ******** you'll ever meet.
Vera was beautiful and got what she wanted, no matter what. She may not have totally succumbed to Alexandria, but she kept cool with her and whenever Arek wasn't around things may get steamy after a bowl.
Yeah, Alexandria swung both ways.
The new kid seemed like a pushover. Alexandria would have fun with this one.
"What's your name, kid?" Vera fell back onto the couch along with Alexandria, patting the spot between them.
"This is Alexandria, I'm Vera, Orion is the dread locks kid that's passed out on the floor, and Arek is out at the moment. But you'll meet him later."
Why is my reflection someone I don't know? XX XX XX XX
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 11:56 pm
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~* Long hot showers after a frustrating, unsatisfying day... almost made life worth living!
Although, truth be told, she'd also almost become too afraid to take them anymore. Sometimes she never made it out of the shower. Apparently she wasn't the only one to enjoy them.
But it had been a few weeks since she'd been... bothered... and Kiss was feeling bold- or desperate.
With relief, she stepped out of the shower an hour and a half later, onto the cold tile floor, towel wrapped tight around her petite form.
Kiss fingered her adopted name onto the steamed over mirror before leaning forward and pressing her lips to the cool glass, lingering but for a moment.
Strange, sure, but the habit had picked up awhile ago, as a post shower ritual- to be completed when she was there to complete it.
10 minutes later, Kiss charged out of the bathroom in her soft fuzzy robe, into the freezing cold of the rest of the apartment.
Another twenty and she'd managed to slip into black sweats, t-shirt, and socks. Only.
Movie time?
The intent was true, but only one movie through, and Kiss felt a cramp or two in her legs, curled up as she was on the cheap futon that served as her couch.
Nah. No movie marathon this evening. She was too restless.
Sighing, and donning a... yes, black, zip-up hoodie, Kiss trudged outside. The only color to her this evening was her pale skin, and white slip-on vans that featured random doodles in colorful sharpie pens.
The cold air bit at her neck and face, though the rest of her was warm enough.
Kiss had no sure destination, but eventually found herself in a tree, on a mini island 10 feet in diameter in the center of the complex, near the largest pool, not far from her apartment. It was guarded by three "no trespassing" signs, and surrounded by a 3 foot wide moat. A bench sat on one side, and another on the other, but no one was around.
Kiss liked sitting up in the tree in the day more than at night, when she was more likely to see passersby, and people watch. But it was still only early evening, with an hour or so left of sunlight, and she had nowhere else to be. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
[}My walls are closing in{]
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:45 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:12 am
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~* Kiss wasn't in her tree for long when a drunken fool found his way under it.
Oh what a character she could make out of him.
See, people watching up here, Kiss often used the people she found as a basis for a character in one of her stories. She started by using their looks, behaviors, and occasionally their conversations if there were any, to make up their backgrounds.
Planning to help the poor soul eventually, if needed, Kiss took a moment to study man, wondering how he got here. She was already making up a story in her head about how this may have come to pass, when she realized she recognized him. It was dusk, so not all all that light, and she had branches obscuring her view, so it had taken a minute or two.
It was that guy from the gas station that she had unintentionally sent flying off in his truck in embarrassment. Apparently that had been his truck after all.
With a slight frown, Kiss started her climb down, and dropped the last several feet after hanging onto one of the lower main branches.
She crouched down next to him and sighed.
"Don't tell me I'm the one that drove you into such a drunken stupor, please."
Alright so she really doubted it, but why not ask? It's not like he would remember any of this tomorrow.
Honestly, it would be quite pathetic if such a little confrontation was the cause of this anyway.
But it would make her feel worse about it nonetheless. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
]My walls are closing in[
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:06 pm
samanthaualani XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLife without xxxxxxxxxY O U isn't xxxxxxxxxxx W O R T H a damn thingg.xxx⇘⇘xx& you sir do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinkin' from glass. x ➸ ❤xx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
At first, Ronnie didn't even realize there was a crouched girl above him speaking. In his drunken stupor, he tilted his head up to see a blurred object near him, which caused him to gasp in fear.
He couldn't tell it was a chick, for all he knew it was a dragon.
"...What do you want?" He attempted to sit up, but that made everything spin.
Bad idea.
Bad Bad Bad idea.
So, he laid back down on the grass.
"Wait a second! I know you!" Too drunk to feel embarrassed, he laughed. "You're the pretty lady from the gas station!" Had she asked if his drunkeness was her fault?
"Nope. It's cause my sister's ex boyfriend killed her and I'm depressed. Wanna fight about it?"
Oh, right. Because Ronnie was in the perfect condition to fight.
❝ Beer PongChamp❞XXxxxxX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXR O N N I E XX Z A V A D I L
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:05 am
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal KatyaFear is how I fall
Confusing what is real There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surfaceXXXXX Consuming XxX Confusing Aleksandra This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending *~Kissin~* Wow, aware enough to recognize her was he? Kiss hadn't been sure, considering how out of it he had looked, lying there on the ground.
However, nothing surprised her more than the last words that came out of his mouth.
If anything intelligible had come out with him attempting to explain, she had thought something like... girlfriend dumped him (which would have also explained his strange pick-up line at the gas station) or something trivial like that.
But unless he was pulling this s**t out of his a**.... damn.
"What?" has been her first reaction, then followed, "Fight about it? Wha-?" she shook her head in confusion for a moment, and then forced herself to focus on the big picture here.
"Agh, never mind that now, we need to get you home. Where's your apartment?" Kiss carefully lifted the guy up a bit after shifting her position to sitting as well, so that he could lean against her.
Hopefully he could find his place... because she'd really rather not take him back to hers.
Either way, she was assuming/hoping he could walk with no more than her assistance, because Kiss sure as hell couldn't carry him. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
...To find myself again
]My walls are closing in[
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