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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:07 am
Waiting, Melody watched as the older brother forced Ako into the ground and reprimanding him for speaking the way he did "to a woman." She didn't like being the cause of a family fight, and she didn't like the way they were trying to treat her kindly. At least Ako would be much less likely to be tricked.
They knew nothing about her and now the other twin was asking her to stay. Sighing she closed her blue eyes for a moment before fixing her bright gaze on Haro, "Did you miss what I said earlier? I said I wasn't interested in joining your band. Been there done the whole band scene, I'm not that interested. It isn't worth the trouble for me or those who I bring trouble for. Anyhow, you should have let him hit me. A teenage boy's punch is nothin': I've been through a lot worse, physically and emotionally."
Sighing, she unclipped the small plush key-chains of little animals hanging from her bag she said smiling as she dangled the cute looking creatures from her fingers-one a duck, a panda, and the third a rabbit, "Anyhow, I have an apology gift for your brother though. If he can't have the satisfaction of physical violence, than maybe I can give him something else. What would he rather, Moonlight Sonata, Alice Cooper's "Love's a Loaded Gun", or one of the new techno mixes from a band from the East Coast?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:18 pm
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While the obnoxious one explained how she was a member of the A.M. group, Gareth glared at her while sipping his drink. He hadn't even been looking at her, and she went ahead and started blabbing, thinking that he was talking to her. 'Ow self-centered.' Then she went ahead and said the weirdest things. 'Why on earth wud she try an' make us suspect 'er more?'
The red-headed twin got aggressive, and a smiled curled up on Gareth's face. This was getting exciting. But then the ringleader stopped him, though Gareth didn't lose his smile. His eyes shined as he saw the power K.T. had, and his mind delighted in the expansive idea that he had chosen not to use that power until now. It took his speech about "not talking to girls a certain way" to get Gareth's face to fall. Gender biasism wasn't one of Gareth's favorite topics, though if anyone asked him, he would boldly agree with K.T., even if his spirit fought that logic.
Finally, the girl spoke up again, and the mix of her negativity, her whiny-ness of "having it worse before," and her odd response of giving the red-head a chip - 'a bleedin' chip!' - caused Gareth to speak up.
"First av al', lassy, oi wasn't talkin' ter yer before. Obviously. Oi wus askin' dis guy over 'ere waaat wus goin' on in dis groop 'ere," he said harshly, motioning over to K.T. with the non-soda hand. "An' naw wan cares if you've 'had it rougher before,' it doesn't mean e shud 'av belt yer. That's idiotic. Even oi can see dees guys want ter keep de peace 'ere," he continued, pointing now to K.T. and Haro. "But 'ey, if they 'adn't stopped 'imself, i'd be gran' wi' it. Me blood's boilin' nigh, in fact," he said, speaking the truth. The excitement from it all had his fingers trembling, and a fight song was rumbling through his head, his hands craving to play it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:41 am
I KNOW I'LL NEVER GET LOVE, BUT MAYBE I WON'T TRY... Nightshade.728-449-JRyder opened the door to her apartment and pulled her jacket off with a sigh. Kicking the door closed behind her, she set a pan of pasta to boil and moved into her bedroom.
She was a pale-skinned girl with almost white hair and eyes the dark umber shade of honey. At the moment her AM uniform looked surreal on her somewhat elven figurine, and she pulled it off with a look of disguist on her pretty face.
Ryder swiftly ate her pasta in her underwear, then tilted the matress on her bed. Below was a somewhat cliche set of black biker leathers plus hockey mask, and a shoebox full of hijacked chips.
Out of one job, and straight into her day-to-day life. She had just recovered her loudpseakers from the last stint she had pulled; an advantage to working with the enemy.
Out of the fire exit, down the steel ladders, and mounted on her sleek black bike with a hockey stick on her back less than an hour after she had stepped out of a police uniform.
Nightshade was back on the streets, starting her reign upon the streets of america just as she had back in Europe...
The speakers were already planted, among the few potted plants right at the entrance to the local AM station. Her look of sympathy upon sighting a few offenders being hauled inside was hidden behind her mask.
Park, dismount, sprint, duck, roll, plug chip in, program remote activation, and back to the bike again. It was password protected and the plugs had been masterlocked in their sockets... It would take a while for the cops to take it apart.
Eight blocks down the road, Nightshade flicked a switch. Anthem by Kamelot began it's chilling intro at a deafening volume that she could hear even down here.
A satisfied smile graced Ryder's masked features as she urged the bike faster. I STILL FEEL THOSE OLD BEATS. I STILL YEARN TO FLY.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:48 pm
 Dizzy yawned as she awoke from her slumber, she wiped the sleep away from her eyes as she tossed the over sized comforter off her small body. The albino girl coming to a sit up position. Her feet touching the cold linoleum floor of her bed room. One good thing about being from a wealthy family. Even if you don't speak to them anymore, they still 'take care of you..' she thought to herself for a moment with a smile as she rose up out of her bed, looking around her immaculate bedroom. She really was lucky. She had her music and her money. Moments later she rose off her bed and headed into her shower. Turning the water as hot as it could go, then adding some cold once the water was steaming hot. She removed her night clothes and tossed them in the corner of her bathroom, stepping into her shower. She looked at the marble gray walls, the glass wall that kept the water from spilling on the white marble floors. She turning in the shower, her back under the water. Quickly the small teenager washed her hair and herself. Then she reached for the towel on the outside of the shower doors, wrapping it around herself she got out, being careful not to get the floors too wet. Walking into her walk in closet, the girl looked at her options for the day. Pulling off a pair of designer jeans, along with her favorite black top that had designs on the inside that if you looked closely could be related to musical notes. Smirking she quickly dressed. Then she walked out of her house. It was time for her to do her job, spinning at the nearby under ground club. She knew what could happen if they ever got busted, but quiet frankly, Dizzy didn't care. She wanted to A.M to find her, she wanted them to try and stop her from spinning her illegal computer sounds. She knew that they might be able to take her turn tables and decks, but they could never take the beats in her mind. "At least, not yet.." she said aloud as she got into her car, her equipment already hidden in the trunk of her car.
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