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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 4:41 pm
❝ I'll be the sweetest poison you ever tasted. ❞
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 6:32 pm
 
Her jet black heels clacked on the shiny granite floor, emitting a rather sharp sound to echo in the room. In her right arm, tucked between her arm and her torso, was a plain beige folder with a red tab sticking out on the side. An assignment regarding a young girl, Elizabeth "Liz" Tyler, the daughter of the United States' President, though she was birthed during an affair before his presidency. As she neared the desk, her hair long red hair swayed from left to right, her curls giving it an emphasizing bounce, though the locks of hair were already pulled back into a tight hair tie. Her dark brown eyes flickered across the conference table, and she let out a sigh. She set the folder down, sliding it to the nearest male, who happened to be a man belonging to the President's cabinet.
"Ms. Bennett." There was a chill that shivered down the woman's back as she heard her voice being spoken in such a calm manner. To her, this kind of case was drastic, dangerous, and slightly revolting to herself. The woman stood straight, folding her hands in front of her, looking at President Powell. "Did you manage to retrieve everything on my," He paused, coughing dryly. "daughters file?" The way he spoke the word "daughter made it seem as if he was the one man in the world who ever regretted having intercourse with another human.
Ms. Bennett glanced down towards the cabinet member who was sifting through all forty-seven pages of research. "Yes," she replied, looking up again. "Mr. Collier is now looking through the paperwork. Your daughter lives pretty far from the White House, sir. She and her mother were quite the migrants, moving all over the country. They never seemed to stay in one place for more than four years. Their longest residency was in Hagerstown, Maryland. That's about seventy miles from our location, sir. Currently they reside further west, in the middle of California. As for academics, she's not stellar compared to her classmates, average in grades. She's sociable, well liked by most people, but tends to keep to herself." She paused, feeling as if she were rambling. The folder had eventually made its way down the table to President Powell, and he was looking through it. "May I inquire," Ms. Bennett spoke softly. "Why are you now collecting information on this girl, after all these years?"
The President sighed for a moment, then stood up from his chair. He proceeded to walk over to the window, looking outwards at the vast acres of land he owned. There was a gardener tending to the large garden, once grew by a previous President and his First Lady. "The woman who conceived Elizabeth," He started, his voice calm, yet tainted with a soft remorse. "Contacted me the other day, asking if she could finally tell our daughter that I'm her father." He turned around, facing the conference table. "I just can't have this happen. This girl has lived her entire life now, and she'll be starting college soon, if she hasn't already. If anyone outside of this room were to find out I had an affair on Tiffany, the media would explode and there's a chance I could be impeached."
"Well, what do you plan to do about this?"
There was a momentary pause before the President spoke again. "Gabriel Washington." A few of the President's cabinet looked up at him in shock, their eyes widening. One of them opened their mouth, as if to protest, but the President quickly began to talk again. "He's young, mid-twenties. His father was Ezekiel Washington, who we all knew as our best assassin. May he rest in peace." A pause was taken in commemoration of Ezekiel before he continued. "Gabriel has been prepped his entire life to become the assassin his father once was. Since the age of four he was placed in military school, basic training, and only had the finest of individual teachers. He's smart, quick, and has already successfully completed more than five assassinations in the past four months. I'm putting a lot at stake, I know, putting Gabriel in charge of killing my daughter, but I trust him. Ms. Bennett," he spoke, motioning his hand towards the door. "I'd like for you to place a call in and contact Mr. Washington, telling him his services are required. The number is the eighth speed-dial."
Nodding, Ms. Bennett left the conference room and made her way to the Oval Office, where she would place the call to Mr. Washington.
Jumping to Gabriel's point of view.
"Hello?" He groggily mumbled into his phone. The alarm clock on the bedside table read six in the morning. He should have been awake almost an hour ago, just to stay in routine of military practice, but today was his day off. A marching band couldn't have budged him from bed that morning. The only reason he answered was because the emergency phone rang at such a high volume.
The womanly voice at the other end of the phone startled him. "Good morning. Is this Gabriel Washington?"
What a stupid question to ask. He thought to himself. The only people to have this phone number were officials at the White House, and he was sure that his name was registered to it. In fact, he knew it was the only name registered to it. "Yes, that's me."
"Mr. Washington, we have an assignment for you to handle. Seeing as you're located in Utah, this task should be of an almost easy mission. Before you ask, all tickets for travel will be paid, as well as hotel services and meals."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, knowing the woman couldn't see. Just cut to the chase already. "Alright. What's my mission?"
"Your mission is a young girl, Elizabeth Tyler. She lives in California. It is your mission to assassinate her, and report back to the President immediately saying the task is complete." There was a huff at the end of the line, and instantly Gabriel knew there was more to this story than the woman was letting on, but he also knew that he was not supposed to be told of such information. "We will send you an email on your governmental server of all of the information gathered on this girl."
"Aw, yeah man. Just how I wanted to spend my fourth of July, assassinating some law breaking crazy girl." He chuckled. "Alright. Well, send it over and I'll get on it once I wake up from the rest of my sleep." And with that, he hung up the phone.
Gabriel stretched his arms high above his head, sighing hard enough that his lips performed a raspberry. He heavily dropped his arms to his side, looking out the window as the sun slowly crept up into being a new day. There would be no more sleep.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 7:11 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.→ ↺ I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, уσυя ѕωєєт ѕυвυявαη тσмв xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ǀ'ƖƖ нєƖρ уσυ ѕтιтcн υρ уσυя ωσυηɗѕ. ↺xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↴ ǀ'νє нєαя∂ тнαт уσυ'νє вєєη нαvιɴɢ ѕoмe тroυвle ↴
↯ ғιɴdιɴɢ yoυr plαce ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ. ↯
» Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɪᴅ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxx The first time Liz noticed that something was up with her mom was when she came home late one night and overheard her mother in the kitchen, talking in hushed tones to someone. The more she listened, the more confused she became. "I just want to tell her the truth about who she is," she heard her mother say. Tell who? She never would have imagined that they were speaking about her. "She has a right." As her mother's voice grew increasingly irritated, the more concerned she became. However, she soon heard her mother curse and slam her phone down onto the table, prompting the eighteen year-old to hurry up the stairs to her bedroom as if she hadn't heard a thing.
xxxxxxxThat had been three weeks ago, right before her graduation. Although she had asked her mother who she'd been speaking to, the woman simply replied that she was discussing a TV show with one of her friends. An awful excuse, really, but Liz knew better than to push her mother. A fiesty, short-tempered woman, Riley Tyler was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone in town knew not to mess with her. She currently worked as a karate instructor at a local dojo.
xxxxxxxThankfully for Riley, Liz had quite a short-term memory. She quickly forgot about the strange phone call and moved on with her life as a high school graduate. With college fast approaching, she knew she had to make the most of the summer before things got serious again. Despite the fact that she had never been the most outgoing person, she went out with her friends every night. The four of them tore up the town, spending their time at various parties and clubs. Luckily, most of the places they were going to didn't card her.
xxxxxxxHer mother wasn't around much lately, perhaps because she was trying to avoid any more questions about the caller. Liz was just fine with that, considering she was hungover most of the time anyway. Her mom would just add to the headache. Not that she didn't love her, because of course she did. It was just easier sometimes without her around, making sure she wasn't being too loud or noticeable. She wasn't sure what her mother's phobia was about being in the spotlight, but she never asked either. She was aware of her mother's feelings and didn't feel the need to push.
xxxxxxxBeing as the 4th of July was quickly approaching, Liz thought her mom would want to do something together. But when she asked her over breakfast one day, her mother snapped at her and then quickly left for work. Although she wouldn't admit something was wrong, her friends noticed she had started drinking significantly more since then. There was something very self-destructive about her behavior, despite the fact she would be travelling abroad to France next year for college. What was wrong with her, no one was really sure. Even Liz wasn't really sure. Maybe it was the constant feeling that something was missing in her life and her inability to fill it.
xxxxxxx"Hey, Liz, you ready for the party tomorrow? It'll be extra crazy for the Fourth," one of her friends, Mason, asked her over the phone. "Of course I am," she replied, rolling her eyes. She leaned in towards her mirror, applying a smooth coat of cherry lip gloss. "Just don't go getting black-out drunk again. I'm tired of dragging you home," he joked. Irritably, she replied, "I never asked you to." She didn't mean to get that drunk, but when she drank, she forgot about her problems with her mom and her worries about the future. It was easier to her to run from her problems than face them, she supposed. "Hey, calm your claws, kitty. I'm just worried about you." "Well, don't." And then she hung up.
xxxxxxxLiz wasn't entirely sure why she was so irritated lately. This wasn't like her at all. Maybe it was the constant hangover or the heat getting to her. All she knew was that the next day when she woke up, she regretted snapping at her friend. He was only looking out for her. She rolled over and grabbed her phone off the bedside table, sending him an apology text. Of course he immediately replied saying it was okay, that everyone got like that sometimes. He was a sweetheart. She smiled and pulled herself to her feet, padding down the hallway to take a shower and prepare for the rest of the day.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing...
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 7:26 am
Like the woman on the other line of the phone had said, everything had been paid for in advance. By the time he’d finished showering, his email had only four messages and attachments in them. One attachment was the receipt for his stay in The Fairmont hotel in San Francisco. That was paid for July third to July seventeenth. Two weeks should be more than enough to complete an assassination. If he couldn’t complete an assassination in two weeks, he would find himself becoming fired on the spot. In another email lied the information regarding his flights. The third email was a message from his officials, leaving the information regarding his assassination tactics in a long email.
Dear Mr. Washington, the first line read.
We have chose you for this assassination for many reasons, but most importantly because you are turning out to be like your father; quick witted and not thinking of the outcome. Another reason we’ve chosen you as the assassin for this, is because you’re close to Elizabeth Tyler’s age. There’s a party for the young adults being hosted for fourth of July. An inside source has assured that Elizabeth will be attending this party, and your obligation is to poison her drink. The poison is a small powder packet, and it can be found in the right bedside table of your hotel room, second drawer underneath the phone book. This powder will cause Elizabeth to go into a seizure thirty minutes after she drinks it, and it will cause her blood lines to clot up, keeping fresh oxygen from reaching her heart. It will appear as if she died of a heart attack, but in reality, a lack of oxygen. The inside source’s name will be known to you as Jacob Vanderhei, an alias of his. He’s not to disclose his real name, and neither are you. You know of your aliases, pick one. Report back to me once the job is completed. Do not disappoint.
Signed, President Powell
The final email wa multiple pages of research regarding the young girl. It took a few minutes of looking through before he noticed there was a picture attachment. The most vital piece of information when it came to assassinating someone. Gabriel clicked on the attachment and the face of Elizabeth came up on his screen in full view. It was at this moment, Gabriel pushed his eyebrows together, thinking. Not only was this girl some kind of criminal, but she was young and pretty. Her skin was fair, her lips were soft, her hair looked delicate and malleable. This girl looked as if she were meant to be a model, but instead she was in serious trouble with the government. Gabriel had a few suspicions now about why she was in trouble, but none of them included the actual reason she was being hunted after.
The airport was substantially crowded. The fourth of July always brought forth tourists, partiers, vacationers, and distant family and friends. That meant nearly impossible moving between people. It took him over twenty minutes alone to get from the entrance of the airport to the boarding station. His flight wasn’t until nine thirty, but he didn’t mind being fifteen minutes early. Besides, he’d be riding in first class. Glancing over his shoulder and seeing grotesque sized people, bouncing little kids, and moody teenagers, Gabriel was instantly glad he no longer had to ride coach, as long as he stayed employed as an assassin to the United States.
The woman dealing with the boarding passes took Gabriel’s ticket, and smiled as she looked through all the information. For a moment he was worried that she was going to say first class wasn’t available, something he always thought about if there were people he didn’t want to sit near on a plane. Instead, she smiled still, handing him the ticket back and speaking, “Seat A120. Have a nice holiday, Mr. Washington.” Gabriel nodded, and headed down the terminal to his plane.
Though he could use aliases for most things, it always seemed that hospitals, hotels, and airports always used his actual name. There’d be no escaping that it appeared. He’d wish that whoever was in charge of registering his name to these things while he was on missions would ask him which alias he was going to use on the mission. Especially if he had to actually talk to Liz, she was going to be curious about why he had more than one name. Though, he doubted it would ever get to that situation. If she ended up following him to his hotels and or airplanes, he might as well have lost his job. His father had told him stories of situations like that happening before, where the assassin had heavily fallen for or fooled around with the target, which landed them in losing their reputation and title of “Assassin.” His father had always called these assassins who fumbled such a simple task “weak hearted.”
Gabriel found his seat in no time. First class was generally more empty than coach class, but then again, he got there early. Eventually, seats began to file in and chatter rose for a moment while people tried to figure out which seat they were in. A soft spoken, nearly British sounding voice rang at his ears.
”A119, I think this is my seat.”
Gabriel looked up and saw a teenage girl standing there, looking up at the seat numbers. ”Yes, A119 is right here.” He patted the seat to the left of him, which happened to be the inside window seat.
The girl’s face turned a faint shade paler and she clutched her carry-on bag a little tighter. ”Oh, a window seat.” She chewed on her lip a little and stood there, not seeming to want to move forward and sit down in the seat at all, now that she noticed it was a window seat. ”Could you possibly switch seats with me?”
A short grin cascaded over Gabriel’s lips. ”Trade? I thought window seats were a specialty on planes.”
”Not when you’re deathly afraid of heights.”
Gabriel chuckled and stood, proceeding to move over a seat. ”Family vacation?” He asked as the girl sat down after putting the bag up into the little cubby.
”Actually no,” She smiled, buckling herself into the seat. ”There’s an apartment in San Francisco I want to look at.”
An apartment and this girl wanted to take first class getting there? Gabriel glanced her over, taking in note her wavy dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, and thin lips. Her skin was slightly tan, but pale all at the same time, kind of olive. She wore a blue baseball cap backwards and a white tank top with a denim jacket. In fact, she didn’t appear to afford first class. Gabriel turned his attention to looking out the window. It wasn’t any of his concern why she was on first class anywho. Perhaps someone bought her flight, just as his flight had been bought for him.
”Oh, I feel so silly. I haven’t introduced myself,” she started talking again. In his mind, Gabriel rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to be seated near a chatterbox. ”My name is Clarice.” Hm, pretty name.
It was actually at that moment Gabriel realized he needed to pull up an alias of his, and quick. So, he went with the most recent one he’d used, the one he used on his last mission anyway. ”My name is Jack.” He turned to her, his green eyes wafting over her, lazily. He turned his attention back to the window.
Jack Ryan Turner was the alias he’d chosen. If anyone were to ask anything regarding him or his past, he had a full story conveyed. It’d been part of his training; to create five aliases, their stories and personalities, and memorize everything about them. He couldn’t afford to fumble up a single one of them, because it could show he wasn’t actually who he claimed to be.
Where was Jack from? Kentucky. What was his household like? Well his mother was actually the one in the army while his father stayed behind to be an auto-mechanic instructor to students going into the automobile industry in college. He had three sisters, two were twins at now eleven years old, and the other one lived in Seattle with her husband and their kids. What was his profession? He was into culinary arts and attended Paul Smith’s college in New York for his culinary credits. Any allergies? He’s allergic to latex. Any injuries? When he was five years old he and his cousin had gotten into a serious round of soccer during a family barbeque and Jack had accidentally collided into the barbeque, and a few coals fell out onto him, burning his abdomen. He had to get rushed to the hospital.
Thankfully, the plane ride didn’t take long. Just as he’d suspected, Clarice was definitely a chatterbox. She’d spent the majority of the plane trip discussing, mostly to herself, her job back in Louisiana and how much she hated her supervisor. Apparently, he’d attempted to sexually harass her. It was almost a relief - no it was a relief - for him to get off of the plane. Gabriel grabbed his luggage from the conveyer belt and moved to waiting outdoors, until he saw a taxi. He waved it down and got in.
”Fairmont, please.”
The taxi driver made a shocked face that Gabriel could see through the rear view mirror, but said nothing. Apparently Fairmont was to be one of the leading hotels. He hadn’t checked into it at all, though he most likely should have. He was in for a surprise due to the fact he hadn’t checked for it. That was generally one of the main rules of being an assassin - and traveling in general: check about the place where you’re going. Gabriel always fumbled at doing so, seeing as he’d get called on at last second. He didn’t see the point in giving effort into trying to check up on places when he had such a short amount of time to get where he needed to be. At this point, the government was lucky he was quick enough on his feet with simple information regarding traveling.
When they arrived at the hotel, Gabriel got out of the taxi, leaving thirty dollars, ten of it being a tip. He grabbed his luggage and closed the trunk, standing there as he watched the car speed away towards another customer. He turned his attention back to looking at the hotel, feeling like a child as the hotel towered a good forty feet higher than him. It was a simple building yet fancy at the same time, with engravings in the foundation, clean sidewalks, the glass bright and reflective. With a huff, Gabriel walked forward into the doors and to the main desk.
”How may I help you sir?” The man behind the counter asked, his voice chipper and sweet, as if he wanted to appear helpful but was dreading every second he sat behind that desk.
Pulling his luggage up next to him, Gabriel closed the handle and smiled. ”Gabriel Washington. I’m here for my reservation from July third to July seventeenth.”
It took a few moments of the man looking through, but eventually he nodded and turned, taking a keycard out of one of the cubbies. ”Third floor, room 16.” Was all he said before handing Gabriel the card.
With a nod, Gabriel turned on his heels and walked towards the elevator, where he got in, thanking it was empty, and pressed for the third floor. Sometimes, he wished he could get a suite room, but knew that’d never happen given the fact he was a single party person, and the government wouldn’t oblige, knowing it might raise suspicion towards Gabriel.
Gabriel swiped the card in the slot, blinking in relief as the light turned green and he heard the door unlock. He turned the handle and walked in. The room was a sandy beige color, with a queen sized bed sitting in the center of the wall with two side tables in oak condition on both sides. There were three white and brown chairs sitting across from the bed with a glass table in between. There was a large sliding glass door to the right of the bed.
Gabriel walked over and sat his luggage next to the bed, and the moved over to the bedside table opening the second drawer. He picked up the phone book, and smirked, picking up the little powder baggy.
There was the poison.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:19 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.→ ↺ I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, уσυя ѕωєєт ѕυвυявαη тσмв xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ǀ'ƖƖ нєƖρ уσυ ѕтιтcн υρ уσυя ωσυηɗѕ. ↺xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↴ ǀ'νє нєαя∂ тнαт уσυ'νє вєєη нαvιɴɢ ѕoмe тroυвle ↴
↯ ғιɴdιɴɢ yoυr plαce ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ. ↯
» Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɪᴅ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxx Liz had awoken early on the morning of the 4th, around eleven o'clock. She hadn't been awake this early since school ended. Stretching, she crawled out of bed and shut her curtains. The morning sun was burning her caramel-coloured eyes. Why was she awake at this ungodly hour? This wasn’t human. Pausing for a moment, she stood still and listened. Hmm.. No. Her mother wasn’t home. She must have already left for work. She felt a pang in her chest when she realized that this would be one of the first 4th of July’s she had spent without her. Why? Why was her mother pushing her away? She stared out the window of her house at their empty driveway. Had she done something wrong? She was willing to change if it meant her mother would stop avoiding her.
xxxxxxxSuddenly, her phone rang, disrupting her tangled thoughts. “Oh em gee, Liz! You’ll never guess what I just found out!” She felt far too groggy to play games, and her friend’s oh-so loud voice was just contributing to her head ache. “What is it, Kara?” She slipped on a pair of shorts and held her cell phone to her ear using her shoulder to hold it in place. “Guess!” Rolling her eyes, she gripped the phone in her hand and headed to her bathroom in search of something to dull the throbbing pain in her cranium. “Why? You just said i would never guess,” she pointed out as she unscrewed the cap to a bottle of Advil. “I swear, you’re no fun.” Popping two pills in her mouth, she swallowed them with a large gulp of tap water. “Just tell me, dummy.”
xxxxxxx“Okay, fine. So you know Jongin?” The electronic device almost slipped through her fingers. “What?” Of course she knew Kim Jongin. She had spent the past fifteen years obsessing over him. Although she had obtained several boyfriends over the period, there was always a large piece of her heart that belonged to him. He was her first love. Whether or not she fell in love a thousand times, there would always be a place in her heart for him, no matter how small or quiet. As of right now, it was neither. Her pulse raced as she waited to hear what her friend had to say about the only boy she had ever truly loved.
xxxxxxx“I may have heard from Chen that Jongin is going to be attending the party tonight,” Kara informed her casually, probably twirling a lock of orangey hair between her index and middle finger. “You’re shitting me,” Liz said, squeezing her eyes shut. Jongin. Would she be seeing him tonight? She had a weird conflict in her mind then, debating between going to the party just to see him or staying home and forcing herself to forget about the six foot tall Korean. But finally, the weaker part of her gave in. “You’re telling me this so I have enough time to look super hot, right?” This made her friend laugh. “Well, of course, darling. I’m not your best friend for nothing.”
xxxxxxxLiz checked her phone. It was currently 11:30. It would be tough, but she may have just enough time to make herself worthy of a man like Kim Jongin. She hoped they would get drunk together so she could kiss him and blame it on the vodka, but being as they had been friends since she was three years old, she wanted a little more than a drunken kiss out of him. Okay, maybe a lot more. She decided she would go for a run, then take a shower so her skin would glow, work on her hair, then her makeup, and then clothes. She had seven and a half hours to become fabulous.
xxxxxxxJongin was three years older than her, and he had always treated her like a younger sister. His mother was a dance instructor, meaning he was skilled in all types of dance. When Mrs. Kim babysat Liz, she would take the two of them to the studio and they would try to imitate her. Oh, the two of them were the best of friends. Even when she was five and he was eight, she looked up to him. He protected her from the mean kids at school, taught her songs in Korean, and made her feel better when she cried. She wanted to marry him. But then, the week before her sixth birthday, she had to move. Her mom claimed it was because of her job, but she didn’t see anything wrong with the dojo here in California. Still, they packed their bags and moved out to boring old Maryland. She cried every single day for a month and complained to her mother constantly about how much she missed Jongin. He called her on the phone a few times, but as the days went on, he seemed to be more and more uninterested in her. Six year-old Liz didn’t know why he no longer seemed to care about her song of the week or what she had for breakfast, but she was also afraid to find out.
xxxxxxxWhen Liz was sixteen, they moved to a different city in California, although it was one farther north. Sometimes on the weekends, she and her mother would drive to see Jongin and his mother. She had almost completely forgotten about him in the past ten years, but for some reason when she caught sight of nineteen year-old Kim Jongin, her heart swelled. He had grinned, looking down at her. “Well, hello there, Lizzie. You’re not so little anymore.” Punching him in the shoulder, she replied, “You’re not so bad yourself, Jongin.” However, now when he danced with her, something was different. When he touched her, her face flushed and her heart raced, and when his hand brushed the small of her back, she was weak at the knees. When they caught up, he talked to her about past girlfriends and shows he’d taken part in and graduation. Her heart broke when she realized she didn’t get the chance to spend any of it with him.
xxxxxxxHowever, Jongin had spent a lot of time with her. He listened to her talk about boys from her old school, blending in at her new school, and all sorts of ridiculous things she doubted he cared about. And when senior prom came by and no one asked her, she went with him. It was all friendly, but when they slow danced together, she swore the rest of the room melted away. He attended her graduation and even went out to dinner with her and her mother afterwards. He was always so kind to her, Kim Jongin. But just last month, he had moved out of the home he shared with his mother and into an apartment closer to the city. It wasn’t that far, but she no longer had access to him right across the street. When she texted him, he didn’t immediately reply. She didn’t want to annoy him, but she was worried that he would forget about her again.
xxxxxxxThinking about Jongin made Liz’s heart beat a million miles per minute, and running was difficult when she was so breathless. She just couldn’t shake the image of him out of her head, his caring eyes, his beautiful smile. Jongin was like a drug to her and she had been experiencing withdrawal for far too long. His voice echoed through her head like her favorite song. She kept replaying every word he had ever said to her, and the worst part was that she liked it. There was something intoxicating about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but maybe that was what she liked: the mystery. He was the type of guy who you thought about late at night when you wished you were sleeping but couldn’t because the memories of him were just overwhelming.
xxxxxxxJongin occupied Liz’s thoughts all day, right up until she left for the party, dressed in a black dress that was sexy without being trashy. She didn’t want to show off too much because she was well aware that he liked girls that were more on the innocent side. Because of this, she had picked a simple sleeveless black dress with a skater skirt. Her makeup was more natural tonight, and her hair was done is light waves. She was sexy, but in a more understated way, something she knew Jongin could appreciate. She hoped he appreciated it. It took a lot of effort to appear this way.
xxxxxxx“Woah, what are you wearing?” Mason whistled as she climbed into the back seat of his truck. “Are we going to a party or dinner with the Queen?” She flicked the back of his head, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you, Mason?” Kara whispered to him from the passenger seat. “Jongin is coming to the party.” He snorted. “I never understood what you saw in that guy, Liz.” But it didn’t matter because Liz had already tuned him out, humming the lyrics to a song Jongin had sent her months ago. Of course he had good taste in music, too. It wasn’t a question of what he was talented at, but more of what was he bad at? Because honestly, his talents went on for miles as far as Liz was concerned. She practically worshiped the ground he walked on.
xxxxxxxOnce they arrived at the party, it didn’t take long for Liz to spot Jongin on the dance floor. She waved goodbye to her friends and made a beeline for him. They danced together for a few songs before she finally turned around and he recognized her. He smelled like alcohol and pine trees. “Lizzie? What are you doing here?” He laughed, and she could tell by the way his hands lingered on her hips that he was buzzed. “I came to see you,” she answered, placing her hands on the back of his neck. “What, didn’t you miss me?” He looked her up and down and replied, “Hell yeah, I did.” A smirk laced the girl’s lips as she interlocked one of her hands with his and lead him away from the crowd. She opened the door to an empty bedroom and locked it once they were both inside, not wanting to be interrupted.
xxxxxxxIt wasn’t until she sat down next to him that Jongin seemed to sober up. “Lizzie, what’s going on?” His big brown eyes were suddenly much more alert, making her nervous. “Hey, are you okay?” She took a long drink out of a cup she didn’t remember pouring. "Hey, you're not old enough to--" he started to say, and then she blurted, “I love you.” He stared at her as if she was speaking a different language. “I don’t mean I love you like having exactly four marshmallows in my hot chocolate or like getting an extra fifteen minutes of sleep. I love you in a way that consumes me, in a way that I’ve never felt before.” He still didn’t say anything, so she continued, “You have no idea how many messages I’ve typed but never sent. I’m so terrified of losing you, but you aren’t even mine. I’ve always been scared as hell to want you, Jongin, but here I am.”
xxxxxxxLiz wasn’t sure why she wasn’t afraid to tell him this anymore. But as she stared into his eyes, she said, “There’s something about you that I’m afraid to lose because I don’t think I’ll find it in anyone else.” Finally, he spoke. “Elizabeth...” He never called her by her full name. She knew what was about to happen, so she told him, “I’m not very good with feelings. I just can’t go another ten years without telling you that I love you. I know you don’t feel the same way, and I know that we’ll never be together. But look, if I could go back to the day we met and avoid you, I wouldn’t. I would never change it. I memorized your eyes faster than the lyrics to my favorite song. Even if I do fall in love again one day, it will never be the way I love you.” When she was finished, he placed his hand on her knee and whispered to her, “I’m so sorry, Lizzie. I’ve been in love with someone who didn’t love me back and I’ve had someone love me who I didn’t love back, and I don’t know which is worse: to have your heart broken or to break someone else’s.” She grabbed his hand and pleaded, “Then let’s not do either. Please, Jongin. I love you.”
xxxxxxxThe two of them were quiet for a very long time before finally, Jongin pulled away from her and said, “I’m already seeing someone.” Late. She was too late. Of course. She was always late.. “Oh, of course you are. I’m so sorry, I just made a complete fool of myself. I’m sorry, Jongin.” She stood up quickly and smoothed out her skirt. “Wait, Lizzie,” he called, but she was already unlocking the door. “I’ll see you around,” she said steadily, walking away before he could see her cry.
xxxxxxxLiz needed a drink. Badly. She just wanted to forget how badly she had just been rejected by the only boy she had ever cared about. Of course he doesn’t love me, she thought. How could she have thought differently? She held in the tears and kept thinking to herself, if I can get a drink soon enough, maybe I won’t cry. So she pushed her way through the crowd in search of the bar.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing this and Jongin looks like this.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 1:55 pm
After his arrival, the rest of the day would have been considered a complete antithesis of what most people would do on a trip to a city. To most people, arriving to a city would open up a door of adventure, and that meant walking the streets to see what kind of stores and shops were local to the area where they were. Not to Gabriel. This wasn’t his first time in San Francisco, and it certainly would not be one of his last trips. He knew most of the buildings local to the hotel where he’d be staying, and none of them tickled his interest enough for him to bother going to them. Besides, he would have preferred to keep his money right in his debit card rather than blow it all off on some oddball things. He could get all of the food he wanted right in his hotel, so to him, this was just more time to relax before he officially had to deal with the assassination. That night was spent in pure bliss by ordering a large hawaiian pizza, a case of root beer, showering, and watching horror movies on pay-per-view.
Once again, Gabriel was awoken by a loud chiming of his phone ringtone, and he mumbled his good morning greeting into the microphone, pressing the speaker up to his ear. He moved slightly in bed, running a hand through his hair.
”You were supposed to contact me after you arrived at the airport,” The voice spoke, and it sounded very angry. ”Did you not bother to look through every single piece of information that was in those emails? I personally wrote a note to you in the email that had a picture of Elizabeth, ’Call me or e-mail me to discuss meeting points and where the party is being hosted.” Gabriel rolled his eyes at this. He got woken up to get yelled at. He heard a sigh from the other end of the phone. ”Are you at the Fairmont?”
To this, Gabriel nodded, but quickly realized that the man could in fact, not see him. ”Yes.” A one word answer. He swallowed. Quick and sweet to the point. Gabriel did not want to talk to this man, nor bother with the assassination in blunt honesty, but he knew he’d have to follow through on it.
”Alright,” he paused. It sounded as if there were people talking or walking by and he was waiting until it was quiet again. ”Meet me at the, uh,” Another pause. ”Slice of Life Coffee Shop. I’m wearing a white sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Be here in fifteen, no more. Dress casual.”
Click.
Gabriel rolled over in bed and looked up at the ceiling, sighing as he rubbed the palms of his hands to his face. All he wanted to do was sleep in, yet here he was being awoken by yet another person who believed they could control his life. But, hey, once this girl was assassinated, he could spend the next two weeks sleeping in without worrying about assassinating another person or dealing with very early wake up calls.
He stood up off the bed and pulled his suitcase up onto the mattress, where he undid the latches and pulled out his casual outfit that he planned to wear to the party: a dark blue muscle shirt with black lines going horizontal through it, white ripped jeans with red splotches of paint as a design, and a cap that was designed similar to the American flag. He decided to go without the hat, as he was going casual to meet with this man that he assumed to be Jacob. He quickly put on deodorant and gelled up his hair before heading out of his hotel room, slipping his key card in his pocket.
The hotel was situated in an area where there were two giant intersections on either side of the street, with three lanes in each side of the road. The only way to get to the coffee shop was to walk through that very busy intersection. With a huff, Gabriel approached the crosswalk, pressing the pedestrian button that made the light red. It only took a few moments, but finally the traffic ceased to a halt, only for a moment, while Gabriel sprinted across the street. Once he reached the other side, he glanced down at his shoes, noticing there were slight scuff marks from his sprinting. He rolled his eyes and kept walking; it’d be best for him to ignore his shoes, since that’d be something enough to convince him to go back to the hotel room and change out of them, or scrub them clean.
Walking down the short street to the coffee shop was something new to him; usually on his assassination missions he never had to go anywhere that the buildings were personally decorated by spray cans. Some of the graffiti was actually good and captured his attention, such as realistic depictions of human faces and even animals. Some of them made him groan in disgust, whether it was just tags or some stupid quote someone wasted a building spraying it on. Gabriel never could, and possibly never would, understand why some artists would write a quote down on something they’d call a canvas, then call it “art.” To him, art was something more than just words, and it was something visual where you had to interpret what it meant by looking at it, by looking at the details - not by arranging letters in your mind.
As he approached the coffee shop, he scanned the area for the white jacket and blue jeans. He had no idea what this man would look like in physical appearance, such as hair color, eye color, or body type. Though, he couldn’t see anyone dressed up in the same attire Jacob had described to him over the phone. Gabriel reached into his pocket, and just as he was about to pull out his phone to call Jacob, he felt a semi strong tug on his shirt.
“You look very very festive today, friend. Happy fourth! Names Jacob.”
Gabriel turned and saw a man who stood at his own height, extending his hand. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, reaching out and shaking the male’s hand loosely. Jacob? This Jacob wasn’t wearing the same outfit that the Jacob over the phone had described to him. This one was wearing a black leather jacket, studded at the shoulders, with a cranberry colored shirt. Along with that, he was wearing black skinny jeans with combat boots. He was a strawberry blonde with pale skin and dirty blue eyes. Gabriel let go of his hand and nodded. ”Jack. My name’s Jack.”
A smile pierced its way across the other male’s lips. ”Alright. Jack, are you a partier?”
This must be the Jacob. ”Yeah, I like partying.”
”Awesome. There’s this fourth of July party out on Park Avenue. There’s this really hot chick going; her name is Elizabeth Tyler, but she also goes by Liz. I feel like you’re just her type.”
Though he knew that comment was just part of the character being played to make this conversation seem casual, Gabriel still felt heat rise to his cheeks, as that was the first time a comment like that had been said to him. ”Yeah.” He swallowed, followed by a fake laugh. ”Maybe tonight I’ll try wooing her.” Gabriel clicked his tongue twice and gave a wink.
Once there weren’t as many people around, Jacob leaned forward, shoving a paper into Gabriel’s hand, which he assumed had the address for the party on it. ”Your character needs some work,” he whispered, which was barely heard over the whirring of cars six feet away. Jacob patted Gabriel’s back, then walked away down the street.
Gabriel watched him as he walked away before looking down at the folded paper in his hand. He unfolded the paper, revealing a picture of Elizabeth, the address to the party, and a quick message written across her torso saying ”Be here for 7:50.” Seven fifty? That seemed like an odd time to arrive to a party. Though, he didn’t put much thought into it, as it was now just nearing twelve, and that gave him seven hours to check out a movie or something of the sorts.
And that’s exactly what he did. The very first thing Gabriel did that afternoon was going to the movie theater and watching Terminator Genisys, which was two hours and six minutes. In his opinion, it was a very good movie, with quite a bit of twists and turns in the plot. After the movie, he’d gone down to Urban Outfitters and gotten himself a loose grey sweatshirt, a shirt that read ”Break necks, kill egos.” which he thought to be quite a quote for himself to live by. After shopping, he relaxed in his hotel room until seven, when he decided to get up and leave to the party.
Park Avenue wasn’t too far, but it was far enough that he’d had to get a taxi to get there. Thankfully when he arrived, there weren’t many people outside just yet, so the taxi driver wouldn’t have called the police or anything. He needed this mission done and over with. Gabriel paid the taxi driver, and shortly after, the yellow car sped off, out of sight.
As he walked onto the property, a girl with long brown hair wearing a denim jacket with a black flat skirt ran up to him, a sparkler in her hand. A big smile crawled across her face, making her brown eyes tingle with excitement. Already she smelled like liquor, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. ”Hey hot stuff,” she purred, spinning the sparkler. ”Do you want this one?” The girl giggled, holding up the sparkler, but as she extended it further, it reached the end of its lifespan, and the sparkler went dark. A slight frown crawled across her smile and she dropped the sparkler down to her side. ”Oh s**t.” She sighed. Then beamed, looking up again, her eyes regaining their glitter. ”I’ll go get you one from Alice!” The girl turned on her heel and ran towards the side of the house, disappearing around the corner.
Gabriel chuckled. Half of him thought the girl was somewhat of a ditz, but the other half of him found that to be utterly adorable to have her do what she just did. He raised his hand and combed his fingers through his hair, walking up to the porch.
There was someone standing at the front of the door, their arms crossed across their chest. When they saw Gabriel, they extended their hand, raising an eyebrow. ”Five dollar admission.”
Just then, as if almost on cue, Jacob came out the front door and turned to the person asking for five dollars. ”Have you seen someone dressed in way too much festive clothing, Kyle?”
”Oh, you mean this guy?” Kyle cocked his head towards Gabriel, and dropped his hand to his side. I guess that means no admission fee, Gabriel thought to himself. Jacob turned his head and sighed in relief, looking at Gabriel.
”Well, I guess you actually can show up on time. Come on, she’s in here.” Jacob walked inside, and Gabriel followed.
While it was a fourth of July party, Gabriel found himself to be wearing way too much festive clothing indeed. Thankfully, he had his grey sweatshirt on, so no one would be seeing his blue shirt. From what he could see in the dim lights and crowds of people, most attendees just wore casual clothing, as this was just another party to them. The air was tainted with the smell of liquor, and the sounds were a mix of loud music and giggling amongst the attendees. Jacob had nodded towards Gabriel, giving him the signal that he was on his own for the night.
”Jaaaack!” A loud scream was heard over the loud music, and Gabriel turned his head to see the girl from the airplane running at him. When she got closer, she reeked of alcohol and she was definitely drunk. Her hair was a mess, but she’d attempted to hide it by putting it up into a ponytail, and her outfit would have been cute, had it not been stained with something yellow. ”You came to see me?” She giggled, her arms wrapping up around his neck.
Gabriel went wide eyed and blushed, trying to wiggle out of her arms. ”I.. Uh.. No, I didn’t. My cousin is here.” He looked up to see where Jacob went, but he was lost in the crowd. He glanced back down, trying to not gag at how badly Clarice smelled of liquor.
A small frown played on her lips and she moved forward wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him close. ”Don’t worry about your cousin… it’s just you and me now.” She said, trying to make her voice sound sultry. At this point, she squeezed at his bottom, and moved her hand around to his crotch area. ”How about we go… somewhere more private?” She bit her lip, but her being drunk made that all the more less attractive. In his eyes, she wasn’t even a pretty girl when she was sober. Losing his virginity to some ugly drunk slut was not on his plan of action.
”You know, Clarice, I’d rather not right now. But, find me later. Maybe then.” He firmly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her off of him, walking down out of sight of the girl.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes as he reached the drink table. He opened his eyes again, looking around at all the liquor on the table. Turning his head, he saw a girl who looked familiar. Then it struck him: It was Liz. Quickly, he grabbed a red solo cup and poured Bud Light into it, turning away from her as he sprinkled the powder in the cup. As he turned back to her, he extended his arm, motioning for her to take the drink. ”Hey, you look a little thirsty.” He said with a chuckle, his lips curling up into a friendly smile. Only a moment after he said that did he see her cheeks were all puffy and like she was about to cry. To this, his heart sank a little. He’d never been around girls when they were upset, so he didn’t know how to react to it. He brought the cup down to his waist, and he leaned forward, picking her chin up with his index and thumb, making it easier for him to see her glossy eyes. ”Hey… What’s the matter? Did something happen?”
s**t. This would put a damper on getting the job done quick.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 4:56 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxxLiz’s main focus was on getting a drink and avoiding her friends. She knew she wouldn’t be able to handle reliving tonight’s events, sober or not. All she knew was that she wanted to drink until she couldn’t tell a person her own name, let alone Jongin’s. Jongin. Just thinking his name was like an arrow straight through her heart. Why didn’t he like her? But now, as she stumbled through the crowd, she thought that the better question would be why would he like her? She was messy and emotional, and, quite frankly, now that she was considering everything, she would have been more surprised if he hadn’t rejected her. He was looking for Cinderella, and she was an ugly stepsister. That was just the way it would have to be. However, her heart yearned for him.
xxxxxxxIt wasn’t that Liz had never been turned down. In fact, she had felt rejection’s cold sting many times in her eighteen years. Nevertheless, there was something about this that felt particularly heartbreaking. It was over, but it had never actually begun. She loved him so much, but he didn’t feel the same; that was a feeling she would never forget. Things would never be the same between the two of them, she knew. She had not only ruined her night, but their relationship in the future. He would always look at her and remember when she begged him to love her. God, she was pathetic. She couldn’t stand to look at her reflection, so she hurried outside in search of a keg. Unfortunately, her good pal Mason was also outside. So much for avoiding him.
xxxxxxxThe second she stepped out of the doorway, he disentangled himself from the bottle blonde wrapped around his waist. Liz watched the 6’2 Korean boy push through the crowd until he was towering over her, putting his hand on her arm. “What happened?” He shouted over the music. Brushing his bangs from his dark eyes, Mason looked down at her with concern. “What did he do?” As people tried to pass by, he wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulders and led her over to a quiet spot in the grass. “Liz, what did he say to you?” Growing more frustrated by the second, her friend took a step back from her and crossed his arms. “N-Nothing,” she answered, but the break in her voice was enough to tell Mason exactly what had occurred. He took off towards the house, his long strides making it difficult for her to keep up. “Wait, Mason! It was nothing, really!” But nothing she could have said would have calmed the rage burning in her friend’s chest. Liz was like his little sister. He would have done anything for her. Seeing her like this broke his heart.
xxxxxxxIt didn’t take Mason long to find Jongin, and when he did, he slammed him against the wall. “What the hell?” He shouted, pinning Jongin’s shoulders under his arms so he couldn’t move. “What?” Jongin stared at him. “Dude, let me go.” But Mason wasn’t budging. “She looks at you like you putting the ******** stars in the sky. I know she’s always saying she doesn’t care, but have you ever looked in this little s**t’s eyes?” He gestured to her as she finally caught up. “They tell a different story.” Liz tugged on Mason’s arm, looking at him with a pleading gaze. “Please, Mason. Stop.” Caught up in his rage, Mason pushed her off, sending her stumbling back. Liz didn’t catch exactly what happened, but when she pulled herself to her feet, Jongin was bleeding. “Mason,” she shouted over the music, but neither of the boys were listening to her. Mason had bloodlust and Jongin was pissed.
xxxxxxxNevertheless, that changed when she heard a crack echo through the air. She pushed someone out of her way to see what had happened and caught sight of Jongin on the ground, clutching his nose, blood dripping through his fingers. Her heart sunk. “Jongin!” She forced her way between the boys just as Mason drew back to hit the boy again. Before he could react to her being in the way, he swung. His fist hit her hard, making her head snap to the side. Mason’s eyes widened, and he took a step back. “Mason, please.” Tears threatened to spill as she stood over her friend. “Don’t hurt him any more.” Mason stared at her as a thin stream of blood ran down her cheek bone. He had caused that. “Oh my God, Liz.” He took another step back, staring at his hands. He had hit her. He couldn’t believe it.
xxxxxxxSeeing that the fight was over, the crowd around them groaned and dispersed, disappointed. Liz turned to Jongin, of whom probably had a broken nose. “Oh, God. Are you okay?” She crouched so they were the same height, but he just stared at her. “You’re bleeding,” he mumbled, his voice sounding a bit strange because he had to hold his nose. “What?” She brushed her cheek with the back of her hand and frowned at the sight of the crimson liquid. “God, Liz, I’m so sorry,” Mason said suddenly. He went to put his hand on her shoulder, but she shrank away. “I didn’t mean to--” She knew he didn’t mean to hit her. She knew he would never hurt her on purpose.
xxxxxxxShe stood up straight so she could look up at Mason. Maybe she was going to say something, but she couldn’t shake the image of him out of her head before he hit her. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take a hit or anything, but... She just never thought he would do it. She never thought that her best friend, Mason Park, would ever be able to do something like that. The look in his eyes... It terrified her that he was capable of being so... scary. It made her not trust him. Her heart raced as she looked at him, and not in a good way. “I’ve gotta go,” she blurted, before turning on her heels.
xxxxxxxLiz couldn’t help but sigh in relief as she finally reached the drink table. She scanned its contents and was about to take the entire bottle of whiskey when some guy spoke to her. Her light brown eyes flickered up to his face, analyzing him. He was being friendly, but she didn’t like it. Maybe it was just the aftermath of what had happened that was making her head spin. She wondered if she even needed a drink anymore, but her heart was aching and she didn’t want to think for the rest of the night. She was about to reach for the drink when he pulled it away. Uh, okay. She flinched when he touched her, still on edge. “No,” she answered immediately, avoiding making eye contact with the stranger. “I’m fine.” She pulled away from him, uncomfortable. “I just need a freaking drink.” She picked up a cup and started pouring some whiskey.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing this and Mason looks like this
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:09 pm
This party life was not something that Gabriel was used to. Usually parties for him consisted of nothing but white and black attire, such as tuxedos or frilly white dresses for the ladies. There would be butlers carrying champagne in teeny glasses, or pouring small amounts of wine into glasses for those who asked. Not to mention those parties were generally held at the White House or at a Congressman's mansion. At those parties, it started as Gabriel was just an accessory to his father, showing off that he did have a life besides killing people when it came to the real world. Though, it never felt that way. Gabriel was always away at military school, with his private tutors, or sitting by himself in a small nine by nine room with only one window looking out at the courtyard in their large house. If Child Protective Services would have looked once into his father's home, there would have been a chance that Gabriel would have lived a normal childhood and his father's face would have been plastered all over the news for child endangerment, yet he was prevented that and was one of the most introverted people. Now at those parties, the only time he'd be spoken to was about a new mission, condolences for his father's passing, or a butler asking if he'd like a drink. It was nothing like these parties where people wore whatever they wanted, drank however much they wanted, spoke profanity, and even tried to get with someone the second they walked in the door. It appeared to him that in these more public parties, people getting into fights was much easier and rougher than it was in official person's houses. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten into a fight at the White House.
Gabriel watched as the girl poured herself a drink and he sucked on the inside of his cheek, his fingers tapping on the rim of the glass that he was holding in his hand. "Is this your first party?" Oh god, he probably sounded like a fool talking like that. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass himself in front of his target, and it seemed like that was exactly what was going to happen. "Because this is my first." He quickly finished his statement, thinking that it'd corrected the awkwardness in the question he'd first spoken. Gabriel looked around and swallowed, taking in note how many people were dancing, or grinding. Outside the window people were setting off small fireworks that could be heard crackling from inside the house, though it was barely audible through the blasting music. There were more girls dancing outside with sparklers, and they'd quickly run off to grab more once they realized the one that they were holding had frazzled out.
o o c; yeah i hit writers block
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:25 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.→ ↺ I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, уσυя ѕωєєт ѕυвυявαη тσмв xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ǀ'ƖƖ нєƖρ уσυ ѕтιтcн υρ уσυя ωσυηɗѕ. ↺xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↴ ǀ'νє нєαя∂ тнαт уσυ'νє вєєη нαvιɴɢ ѕoмe тroυвle ↴
↯ ғιɴdιɴɢ yoυr plαce ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ. ↯
» Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɪᴅ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Iᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxx Liz’s eyes flickered to the boy standing next to her as he spoke. Although he was acting rather awkward, she couldn’t help but feel there was something lethal about him. She liked it. Taking a long gulp of her drink, she took a good look at him. He was no Jongin, but he was cute, even in the ridiculous outfit he was wearing. He had high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue that they deserved their own special name. She thought there was something about him that was different than the other people here, something pure. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like he needed protecting, even if he was at least half a foot taller than her.
xxxxxxxA soft laugh escaped her lips. “Oh, no. This is not my first party.” Because she was so tiny, people often got the impression that she was a lot younger than she really was, and therefore a lot more innocent. That was untrue. Although she was in fact petite and sweet, she was definitely not innocent. Her eyes were open to many things, and, well, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell. When he mentioned it being his first party, her eyes flickered to him again. “This is your first party?” she echoed. Her eyebrows furrowed together. A tall glass of lemonade like this had never been to a party? Oh, come on. She was nice, not stupid. She couldn’t understand why a guy as attractive as him was as innocent, unless he was just acting.
xxxxxxxIn another quick gulp, she finished her drink and began to pour another. “What’s your name, kid?” He was much larger and probably older than her, but just speaking to him, she felt as if she was decades older. “I’m Liz.” She shot him a sparkly smile. “Hey, do you want a drink?” She looked down at her own cup. It felt a bit strange to be the only one drinking. She didn’t like the idea of being s**t-faced in front of this guy unless he was too. At least then he wouldn’t remember her making a fool of herself. She should have thought about that with Jongin. Mentally, she facepalmed. Stupid, stupid. Why hadn’t she been less reckless? Now everything was a mess. Plus, her face hurt like hell. Absentmindedly, her fingers rose to run along the gash across her cheek caused by Mason.
xxxxxxxLiz wondered if she could try to pass off the entire night as having never happened. Maybe she could trick Jongin into thinking it was all a dream... No, that wasn't likely. Jongin was insanely clever, one of the reasons she liked him so much. He could read her like a book. There was no way he wouldn't realize she was hiding something. She ran a hand through her hair and felt as if she was on the verge of tears. She couldn't believe she had messed up so badly.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing...
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 6:48 am
Gabriel stood and watched as this girl talked. Now that he was up close to her, he took in note all of the things he'd just taken a moment to look at in her pictures. She was much shorter than he was, for one. Her chestnut brown hair was cut down to her shoulders and bounced each time she moved, her waves in the ponytail emphasizing the swishing each time she did move. Her eyes... It seemed to be with any movement he made, her brown eyes would watch, as if analyzing him. Gabriel, for some odd reason, felt at peace while talking to this girl, though all at once he was slightly embarrassed due to how he didn't know how to interact with her. By now, they shouldn't have even been interacting. Liz should have taken the drink from him, drank the poison, then would be writhing on the floor and foaming at the mouth in about twenty five minutes.
Though, there was something off about her appearance. Sure, he thought this girl was quite attractive, but she seemed oddly familiar to him at the same time. He felt if President Powell was a lighter skin tone, both he and Liz would resemble the father-daughter physique, though they kind of still did at this point in time.
When he heard her question his partying, his smile faltered a little bit and he had to think on the spot to give a response. "Well I mean... It's my first time at one of these kinds of parties. My parents were always kind of strict, so any party we had consisted of their professional friends. I mean, you could classify those parties as 'posh.' I sure would." After speaking that, he heard someone retching, and he felt his own stomach turn. Being around people who were getting so shitfaced that they puked was definitely something new to him. Gabriel turned away from where the person had thrown up from, looking around.
On the far side of the room, he saw Jacob who was watching him closely with an odd expression pressed on his face. Gabriel nodded at him, as if to say she drank the poison. Jacob returned this nod, walking away. Gabriel needed to think quickly about how to dispose of this poison, or at least how to get Liz out of here so Jacob wouldn't be able to tell she was fine in about twenty minutes. He felt like he had the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. Liz didn't even seem like that bad of a girl. Sure it appeared that she had some problems, whether it came down to the kinds of friends she had or her own problems at home, but she seemed like a normal girl who partied to get rid of the pain. Gabriel couldn't understand why she was being hunted by the government, she seemed like a normal girl.
My name. Gabriel's mind had drawn a blank on his name. Heat rose to his cheeks as he tried thinking of the alias. "My name is G- Jack." He gave a fake laugh. "I almost said Gack for some reason. Man, I haven't even had anything to drink yet. But, no, I'm alright. I don't drink much anyway. Thank you, Liz."
Just at that moment, Clarice came by, stumbling on her own two feet, towards the table. She giggled looking up at Gabriel, then aimlessly searched the table for a drink. Without thinking about it, Gabriel took the drink he was holding and handed it to Clarice, forgetting that it had the poison in it until she instantly gulped it down. Gabriel's heart sank and his stomach twisted, and he looked at Liz.
"Do you want to leave here? We can go get something to eat, watch a movie, anything really. It just seems like you've had a rough night here," he spoke, watching as her fingers danced on the cut on her cheek. He didn't want to see her get into anymore trouble tonight, and he also didn't want to be there when Clarice fell to the floor and had a seizure.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 12:41 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.→ ↺ I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, уσυя ѕωєєт ѕυвυявαη тσмв xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ǀ'ƖƖ нєƖρ уσυ ѕтιтcн υρ уσυя ωσυηɗѕ. ↺xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↴ ǀ'νє нєαя∂ тнαт уσυ'νє вєєη нαvιɴɢ ѕoмe тroυвle ↴
↯ ғιɴdιɴɢ yoυr plαce ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ. ↯
» Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɪᴅ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Iᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxx If there was one thing that Liz’s friends loved about her, it was her ability to listen. At two in the afternoon or two in the morning, she was always there. It didn’t matter what was going on in her head because, the truth was, she cared far more about other people than she did about herself. Anyway, it was nice to think about someone other than herself. She swallowed her drink in one long gulp, but found that the alcohol just wasn’t giving her the same feeling as it usually did. So, she looked over at the boy, Jack apparently, and listened as he spoke. She set her cup down on the table and ran a hand through her hair, thinking. It was like he was filtering everything he said. He didn’t need to be afraid of her judging or anything. It was weird to think of someone using any sort of caution with her. It wasn’t like she was some sort of time bomb. She rarely exploded.
xxxxxxxA smile made its way to her lips when she saw him blush. Oh, he was so cute. Not in a I wanna sleep with this guy way, but more of an innocent, puppy sort of way. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was attractive or anything like that, but he just acted so much... younger. They were together now, but it felt like they were living in different time eras. There was a strange gap that she felt between the two of them, and she wasn’t really sure how to close the distance. And also, she wasn’t really into white boys.
xxxxxxx“It’s nice to meet you, G-Jack,” she said, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Her attention turned to the drunk girl stumbling towards them. God, she didn’t look like that when she was drunk, did she? She grimaced and decided she had no interest in drinking for the rest of the night. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Jack hand the girl the drink he had originally offered her, but didn’t think much of it. It was probably flat by now anyway. She watched as the girl gulped down the drink and felt a pang of worry. She probably didn’t need any more alcohol tonight.
xxxxxxxHowever, Liz had a lot of experience with parties and she knew that this stranger was unlikely to listen to anything she had to say. So, she looked back to Jack and tilted her head. “You don’t want to stay for the fireworks?” To be honest, she didn’t really wanna stay either. But she didn’t want to go home, that was for sure. She paused for a moment, looking down at the empty red cup in her hands. “Actually, yeah. Let’s go. There’s a diner a few blocks from here that serves great cheese fries.”
xxxxxxxMostly, she didn’t want to face Mason. She had never seen him lose his temper like that before. Although he was incredibly tall, he was also rather skinny and unintimidating. For God’s sake, the boy had pixie ears. If anything, she would have considered him a gentle giant. He was like a huge teddy bear. The fact that he could go from soft and cuddly to so harsh and violent terrified her. She wondered if maybe he had always been like this, and she just never really knew him.
xxxxxxxBut it couldn’t be. Mason was one of her best friends. On her first day of high school here in California, he was the only one who spoke to her. She was sure she was going to eat lunch in the bathroom alone, but he picked her out of the pizza line and offered a seat to her at his table. He and his friends had been impressed with her Korean pronunciation, although she wasn’t fluent. And they had been so nice. She didn’t know that the real reason he noticed her in the first place was because he had caught her crying under the stairwell, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. From the very beginning, Mason had been able to read her like a book. She had always considered him like a brother, but sometimes Kara hinted at him thinking of her as more. She was weird like that sometimes.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing this and Mason looks like this
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:19 pm
Gabriel swallowed, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks as she repeated the fumble on his words. "G-Jack" was not a nickname he would plan to keep with him for long, if at all. He looked at this girl, his heart beating in his chest once Clarice set the cup down on the table - or tried - as it fell off and emptied onto the floor. At least that would save another drunk from experiencing the poison. Clarice giggled at him and waved her wrist in a circle as she wobbled her way back out into the crowd. Poor girl, someone was bound to miss her. And frankly, that wasn't going to be him. Though, this got him thinking, and he instantly regretted putting the powder in the drink here. If he'd waited to go to the cafe with her, he could have slipped it in there at one point or another. But no, now everything would be going downhill and not according to plan.
"Fireworks?" He shook his head, bringing his attention back to the girl with the soft brown hair. "I'm not much of a fireworks kind of guy. Too loud for me anyway. Besides, I don't think they'll have impressive ones here in the yard." He gave a soft laugh, thinking about the girls earlier wasting ten sparklers every minute. He wondered if they had any left. Gabriel pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. It was only a little after eight, but by nine Clarice would be on the floor. "Yeah, let's go," He spoke over the music, then walked past her towards the front door.
ooc; I know it's short but s**t man at least I replied on such a tight schedule lol.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 4:36 pm
xxxxxxxxx→Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.→ ↺ I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, уσυя ѕωєєт ѕυвυявαη тσмв xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ǀ'ƖƖ нєƖρ уσυ ѕтιтcн υρ уσυя ωσυηɗѕ. ↺xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↴ ǀ'νє нєαя∂ тнαт уσυ'νє вєєη нαvιɴɢ ѕoмe тroυвle ↴
↯ ғιɴdιɴɢ yoυr plαce ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ. ↯
» Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɪᴅ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Iᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ » xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ xxxxxxx Liz followed Jack to the door, relieved to be away from the noise for once. Because she had gotten a ride with Mason, Liz didn't have a car. However, as far as she was concerned, the diner was in walking distance. She started down the street, running a hand through her soft, wavy hair. As the sounds of music and chatter and clinking beer bottles began to fade, she started to relax. Something about being sober made her feel tense lately, but being away from the party calmed her nerves. As her heels clicked on the pavement, she looked up at the stars and smiled. "It's a beautiful night," she said, mostly to herself. The fireworks had yet to begin, and everything was peaceful. Well, for now.
xxxxxxx As they approached the diner, a smile made its way to her lips. The building was absolutely retro, and she loved it. This had become a regular eating place since she moved back to California. Every Monday night after a long day of school, she would come here with her mother, have a nice meal, and blow off steam. She wondered what her mother was doing right now, then decided that it didn't matter. "Hey, here." She took Jack's hand and lead him inside. She absolutely adored everything about this place--the checkered floor, the pale pink walls with blue trim, the metal tables with black and blue seats. It all felt so... familiar. It was nice to have something stay the same in a world where everything was changing before her.
xxxxxxx There was only two other people in the diner, other than the staff. An old man named Walter who frequented the diner every day of the year and a woman who was perhaps in her late forties that owned about fifteen cats. Liz had eaten dinner with each of them several times, so she waved to them as she and Jack entered. "Yo, Lizard!" One of her older friends, Jackson, was sitting at the counter. He worked as a waiter, but he was also studying at the community college in town. She knew his real aspiration was to become a singer, but he hadn't had any luck yet. However, she had faith in him. "Hey, Jackson," she greeted him. He grabbed two menus and followed them to a booth.
xxxxxxx"I'm assuming you want a coffee," he said, glancing at Liz. She nodded. "Cream and sugar?" "Only the sweetest." He smiled and then turned his gaze to Jack. "And you?" Once he answered, Jackson nodded. "Take a look at the menu and I'll see you in a few." Then he headed off, disappearing into the kitchen. Liz watched him go and then looked over her menu. Although she hadn't felt hungry before, suddenly she was starving. Bacon sounded really good right now. After scanning through her options, she decided on a chicken and bacon sandwich on grilled rye bread with pepper jack cheese. After making her decision, her eyes flickered up to Jack.
xxxxxxx"What looks good to you?" she asked, twirling a lock of chocolate colored hair between her fingertips. She tilted her head and smiled, but something about it was different now. Something about it seemed so much more... genuine. Weird.
Out Of Chords; Liz is wearing this.
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