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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:55 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHoney why are you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ?cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me?
Will it start a fight?
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late?
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 5:51 pm
Of course, you've heard the song 'Lips of an Angel' by the ever-famous band, Hinder. It hit big a few years back and since then has been said to explain people's lives over and over again.
That is the exact case in συя ѕтσяу.
Two girls.
Two boys.
Four years ago, to date, one boy and one girl broke things off after being together throughout their high school career. Their excuse? They were leaving, different colleges, new expirences.
The truth?
They loved each other so much that holding each other back just seemed wrong. They wouldn't admit it out loud, because they were both too stubborn. If anyone asked, they would say they were over it- As if it hadn't meant a thing to them. But inside, each was torn to pieces without the other.
Four years later;;
Just as the song says- they got with new people, but never really moved on. One night, the girl phones her exboyfriend, he answers, saying he has to be quiet. He's concerned because she's upset, full-on crying.
She won't say why, only says that she needs to see him-Soon.
He agrees to see her again, knowing full-well that he never got over her.
They hang up and he goes back to his bedroom with his current girlfriend.
Ex and New Girl's relationship:
She is head over heels for him.
He won't say he loves her, and hasn't told anyone he loved them since high school.
Of course, his girlfriend isn't too happy about this. She gave up everything for him, and continues to sacrafice for him day after day. There isn't anything this beauty wouldn't do for him. But of course, she's always wanting more. Though, being more on the quiet side of things, she doesn't press very hard for what she wants.
And when she hears her boyfriend on the phone with another girl, saying they had never gotten over each other and that sometimes he wished that she was her she's heartbroken, but again- Remains quiet.
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As for the other relationship..
The ex girlfriend has a new guy nearly every other week, if not less than that. But her current squeeze can show her a future of money and bliss. He comes from a family of successful people and is currently in the process of becoming a ___x___. He has a temper and flies off the handle a lot, but she sticks by him, knowing that he can take her places.
You see, she's always starved for the life of the rich and famous. A struggling singer, trying to make it big. And he can get her there, just so long as she remains his arm candy.
She bites her tongue a lot more than she used to, but her fire is still there- Even if just barely.
And the night she called her exboyfriend, was the night that her new boyfriend hit her for the first time. She mostly burned every bridge she ever built and relaly had no one else to go to.
But if her new boyfriend ever found out that she was going to see him, she'd be dead for sure.
Maybe not literally, but he was powerful and she knew that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 6:41 pm
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ExBoy: Taken(:  →→☆August James Grant☆←← Hello There, you can call me James, even though I used to go by Auggie..back in high school.. . I was born in 1987, making me twenty three. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: So, you wanna know about my life?
Guess I should start somewhere in middle school, where my mother ditched me, my older brother, and my father. I was in sixth grade and left with a dad who worked and knew nothing of cooking or cleaning. My brother, who was a junior and a new found rebel. Once mom left with her internet boyfriend my entire life fell apart. Sure, we had enough money to live on but dad was always in his room, or at work. John was partying, getting stoned, or drinking til he passed out somewhere. I had no one to take care of me. I learned early-on how to take care of myself and the house.
Later on, in high school, I was determined to not follow my brothers footsteps. Teachers expected me to be just like him though. They all thought I was going to be this a*****e, smart mouthed douchebag. Most of them just wrote me off from the start. I wasn't rebel, but I wasn't exactly a geek or anything. I was in track and had a few buddies but I never really got close to anyone. That is, until she came along. The love of my life, we dated all through our high school years. She was my best friend, my love, my world.
Now, you're probably expecting some hard big blow up of a break up, right? Something like she cheated on me and stomped all over my heart? Like you see in the movies?
Well, not exactly. The break up was mutual, for the most part. We were going away to college, starting new lives in different states, we were going to have new and fun experiences. We loved each other enough to let each other go.
Biggest mistake I ever made.
After high school, I went to college on a track scholarship but I went to study psychology. I've always wanted to help people and being a social worker fell upon me one day. Not even sure how, it just did.
Well, I guess I should fill you in on my dating life for the past five years huh? I've dated around, of course. Never anything too serious but no one night stands or anything. But nothing super serious. Currently, I have a girlfriend. We've been together for about ten months. We live in this tiny apartment and we're uhh..happy. Right? Sure. As happy as I can be. I won't admit it aloud, but sometimes I wish she was her. Is that so wrong? She was my first love... my only love. God. I know I should just let it go, but I can't ya know?
And ironically, my ex girlfriend from high school called me crying, going on about how her current boyfriend hurt her or something. I was livid. She only lives about two and a half hours away from me and she said she needed to see me. We talked for about forty five minutes that night, and agreed to meet up the next day. We've talked a lot since then but I've remained faithful to my current girlfriend. We haven't done anything..yet. »--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
I'm a sweetheart, I'll be the first to admit it. I put the ones I care about before myself and I'm the guy that's always giving the homeless money. I can't help it, somehow I've kept a little bit of hope in humanity. People always tell me those hobos are just going to go spend that money on some drugs or something, but maybe they'll use it to buy some bread or something. You never really know.. right?
But anyways, I'm also very quiet. Not anti-social quiet or anything, I just don't say much unless its necessary. I'm bad about showing my feelings and don't trust easily- At all. Even though I know she wants me to, I just can't tell my girl I love her because I don't. I don't love her. I haven't loved since high school, and I don't plan on it ever again. You can catch me daydreaming often, I get lost in thought and just zone out for a bit. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Psychology
♥ Children
♥ Helping People
♥ Making Others Smile
♥ Art of any sort, even if I can't draw or anything of that sort for my life.
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ My Ex
☠ Love
☠ Video Games, never been a fan
☠ Confrontation
☠ Meat, yep I'm a vegetarian.
 ExGirl: Taken(:  →→☆Tara Danielle Mathews☆←← Hey, you can call me Tara, or Dani. I was born in 1987, making me 22. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: The name's Tara, but everyone called me Dani from Elementary and throughout most of high school, when some people finally started calling me by my real first name. See, that started when my best friend in 2nd grade had a grudge against some other hoe named Tara, so she asked what my middle name was and went from there.
Now, getting down to the important stuff... My dad bailed when I was little, before school age, so he can go ******** himself. My mom raised me, and my two older sisters, as a single parent from then on. My sisters are identical twins, Hannah and Casey, and are fantastic writers. Like, they would be famous if they actually tried to publish something, without a doubt. Unfortunately though, having twin sisters 4 years older than me, meant they were always off doing their thing and I felt pretty much alone. And once they moved out and rented an apartment together, I felt like an only child from 14 up.
After that it was easier on my mom though, because we had been struggling financially, and hard. We almost foreclosed twice. And high school? Well, that was an interesting four years. In the last two alone, I lost my virginity, tried four different kinds of drugs (pot, ecstasy, shrooms, and acid), got arrested (and cleared), hosted a huge party, crashed a party, and got a 4.0 GP and a college scholarship. It can be done! So now I've been trying to tackle acting, as it has been my passion for years.
Now that sounds great, but I got into the wrong crowd, and that's not a drug related thing thank you. My current boyfriend, he's great, or at least, I thought so until I started seeing the man behind th emask, the one that loses control. Well, there's the occasional abuse, and then there's his business. I don't know exactly what's going on, but it's bad. Like, really bad. He had looks, money, connections, and wasn't so bad to be around either, so it seemed like a great deal. But this, I can't take it anymore.
There's more too.... I hadn't mentioned a certain someone for a reason.... but... I needed someone to talk to, someone I could trust, someone that always made me feel better no matter what s**t was going down. August.... my old boyfriend from high school. Sounds stupid right?But we did love each other, really. Yeah, so maybe I seemed a bit wild for his tastes back then, and yet, I was never too much for him to handle. And we didn't break up on a bad note, no, we were just taking different paths.... We always trusted each other. But now, I'm afraid for him too. I never should have brought him into this. But I don't know if I can push him away this time, not when I need him more than ever before... »--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
On the surface, I pretty much always seem like a generally happy, confident person. Whatever conflicts I'm suffering with aren't worth getting all depressed about right? I mean, that's not to say I've never cried myself to sleep at night, but I'm pretty much over it by the next morning. I like teasing people and being funny and silly and simply having fun. I suppose I'm a lot more insecure then I appear, but I'm strong and determined. I have to be if I want to succeed as an actress don't I? Damn straight. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Acting
♥ Action movies
♥ Good books
♥ Parties
♥ My kitty!
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Dirty dishes
☠ Horror movies. Believe it or not.
☠ Religious nuts
☠ Whatever the ******** is going on with Alexei
☠ Country music
 CurrentBoy: Taken(:  →→☆ Алексей Мишка Ивано́в ☆←← Alexei Mischa Ivanov Dobriy den' you can call me Alexei. I was born in 1988, making me 22. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: From our days in the Soviet Union, to our feared spetsnaz, and now our mail order brides, us Russians have gotten a bad reputation. Maybe I shouldn’t be talking though; I’m not doing anything to make Russia more family friendly being the grandson of the Izmaylovskaya gang’s Don. Da, I’m one of the vory, or in the mafia as you American’s would call it. Sure we may not be as famous as our Italian counterparts, but the Russian mob is still a pretty important underground organization paver mne. And don’t think I don’t love being a part of the criminal underground. You don’t resent what God has so mercifully give you. Maybe I’m getting a head of myself. Let’s go to the beginning da.
Though I’ve lived in Russia most of my life I was actually born in America. Why? Well because my mama and my otets were smart people. You see, one day I’m going to have to be in America anyway, so why not make me a citizen so I cannot be deported back to Russia when I lead our gangs business in New York? One year after I was born we move back to Moscow where we have all the power. The Vory take control in all aspects of Russian life. We trade firearms, control drug lords, take part in the sale of pornography and human trafficking. We take control of the black market and that high power is something you have to be born into…well, unless you’re one hell of a bad a** mother ********. So I grew up in Moscow knowing exactly what I was supposed to grow into. My mama, she stayed at home and took care of me till I was ready to be more independent and learn the trade of my otets. I had a beautiful fancy house, delicious food, everything I wanted. I had nothing to complain about…well, except for the fact that Russia was very very very very very cold. You see, I don’t have parents anymore. I saw my mom dragged into another room where she was raped then shot in the face twice---and then I saw my otets shot behind the ear. It’s okay, that’s just the business, but I figure seeing both my parents killed before my twelve year old impressionable eyes is pretty traumatic. It’s probably ******** with my head da? So anyway Boris, my bodyguard, got me out of there before they could shoot me in the face too. Rival gangs, they’re even worse than the cops. So after that my grandpa the Don….or the “Godfather”, decided I should just go live with my great uncle Igor in America, learn the trade there where I didn’t have any bad memories.
America is a lot warmer than Russia---and there is a different language. I knew some English before but I picked up most of the language in my early teenage years. So now even though I’ve been speaking English for ten years, I still speak Russian with more frequency because my whole life is surrounded by other people who speak Russian. So upah what do ya know, I’ve got an accent! Da, so my uncle Igor, he’s the one that taught me to be a real member of the mob.
Do I have a gun, yes. Have I used it, yes. Have I killed somebody, a few times. Am I a hit man, no.
I’m supposed to be a very important man when I grow up, I’ll be taking over our American trade in a few years because my Uncle is too old and when my grandpapa kicks the bucket, I’ll be the Don. Living like this is great, but it can make you very lonely. I’m a young guy, I’ve got hormones and a sex drive…and I don’t always want to have to pay for release if you know what I mean. So what did I do, I got myself a girlfriend with a pretty face. She’s a nice girl, I like her, but I still keep her in the dark. I think she knows my profession is…shady, but I don’t think she knows exactly who I am or what I do. My lifestyle allows me to use violence a lot, and I’m quick to bring out a knife and gun, I’ve also got a temper. Being in the mafia in combination with my childhood trauma makes me forget that domestic violence..isn’t really smiled upon. So I hit my girl! She could have ducked though! Someone comes to hit me, I move out of the way! Sure I smacked her, but she didn’t move. Really it’s her fault she got hit at all. So yes I feel bad sort of, but recently my girl have been acting strange, like she’s hiding something. I’m the only one allowed to hide things in our relationship! So I send my underlings to watch her, see what she does. I’m not paranoid, just suspicious. Nothing has happened yet and I hope for her sake she doesn’t do anything stupid. More importantly I hope she remembers I always have a gun on me.
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My personality? I dunno, I guess I have two. Not that I'm crazy and think I'm two different people, I'm just saying I act different depending on what I'm doing. When I'm professional I'm more collective and domineering. When I'm just hanging around or with my girlfriend I retain that sense of control but I'm a little more laid back. I tend to have this suave air as well...for whatever reason that may be. My temper is out of control but luckily it takes a lot for me to really lose it. What I bet you wouldn't expect is that I'm really sensitive when it comes to movies and books and things like that. I cry in movies all the time...it's really really embarrassing and it doesn't make sense at all. Like for instance, this is a secret, I cried in that movie with the gay cowboys Brokeback Mountain..cried. I love mushy romance stuff too...and I always cry in those shows or books or whatever!It makes no sense whatsoever but hey, who am I to fight my nature? ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Tight jeans
♥ The Romance genre
♥ Money!
♥ Girls
♥ New guns
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☠ The police
☠ When people touch my "things"
☠ When people don't pay on time
☠ Stupid people...
☠ The fact that any movie can move me to tears!
 CurrentGirl: Taken(:  →→☆Allegra Nicole Dartengnas☆←← Hey baby, you can call me Ally. I was born in 1987, making me 22. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: Allegra Nicole; that's my given name, and the name I've had for seventeen years now. I was born to a middle class family in Seattle, Washington, and have had to work for everything my whole entire life. Not many things come easily in a family of seven, but that wasn't such a bad thing in retrospect. It gave me an amazing work ethic, and that has come in handy in the last year or so, winning me a scholarship to a good college away from home. It also earned me my first apartment ever. The independence I've earned in this last year has been one of the best feelings ever.
Another thing that's come about in the last year? That would be my newest and current boyfriend. I love him so much and he's really sweet and all, but... he won't tell me he loves me too. In fact, he gets weird every time I bring up the "L" word. He tenses up and gets a distant look in his eyes, like he's remembering something else that happened some time ago. Of course, I tried to ignore this as long as I could, but one night, I picked up the reciever to my apartment's landline only to hear him talking to another girl - telling her that he still loved her. And even though it hurt me so much, I put the reciever down and tried to sleep, praying that it was all a dream. »--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
Allegra is stubborn as hell. She's worked hard her whole life, and would die before she let someone give up on themselves. She's also a people pleaser and has an inability to speak her mind if it'll hurt someone else. Otherwise, she's really headstrong - never lets anything stop her from reaching her goals and getting what she wants. However, she is the opposite of uptight. In fact, she's really laid back when it comes to most things, and rather funny too. And she'll sacrifice herself time and time again for a friend. That's just her. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Chocolate
♥ Working
♥ Wolves
♥ Coffee
♥ Children
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Seeming weak
☠ Crying
☠ Spiders
☠ Roaches
☠ Whispering
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:43 pm
Enough of the past, right? Now onto more recent times.
After the two ex's met up and hung out for the first time in years, they kept contact. They would talk throughout the day and did their best to keep it a secret from their current ''love'' interests. During this time, they behaved. They didn't hook up, didn't even sext!
It was all innocent fun and games.
This didn't stop our girls current boyfriend from sicking his people on her. Yep, he had people following her every move. All the time.
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And even they couldn't deny the flame that still burned between the two of them. They'd always find themselves in the most awkward situations like, almost-kisses and lingering hugs.
And one night, they finally let lose and passion took over the reigns in the bed of his truck.
This, my friends, is where our story begins.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:00 pm
 Lets just get them out of the way. Here's the rules.
o1. Accepting
(If you're literate/semi-literate, PM me the profile, everything is right and I like it. You'll be accepted.)
o2. Godmodding and Cybering
(Just don't. 'kay?)
o3. Text Talk
(NO!!! No, just no alright? Its annoying. They teach you proper grammer in fourth grade use it here, please!)
o4. Questions?
(Just PM them to me. Titled question.)
o5. Kicking
(If you misbehave or don't follow my rules you'll get one warning (if I see fit) or you'll be kicked. By my judgement.)
o6. Play Nice
(Don't fight in the OCC or anything. Just be nice!)
o7. OCC
(Use brackets of some sort. add a heart to your profile, also.)
o8. Colors, italics, bold, ect
(Use color, but not too bright, italics are thoughts.)
o9. Rules
(Follow them. I can add and modify as I please.)
10. Profie
(Title the PM with the name of your character and place a drama llama at the bottom.)
11. Absent
(Tell me if you're leaving for a long time. If you don't post for 4 days you will be replaced.)
12. FUN
(SIlLY! ITS REQUIRED(: )
13. Reservations
(I will accept reservations always!...well until we have four people 2 boys 2 girls.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 5:52 pm
 »I'd give anything for one more minute with you...DONTSTEALTHISDOMOORILLEATYOURFACE↘↘( xx«I still miss you. xx )
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI never knew til you were gone,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ how many pages you were on. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xIt never ends.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I keep turning and line after line you're there again.. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI dont know how to let you go,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ you're so deep down in my soul. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI feel helpless,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ So hopeless. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xits a door that never closes.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ No, I don't know how to do this. ﹞
8059 mums <3 8D ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ( □ my girls in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.. □ ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬
☯ August James Grant ☯ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 8:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:03 pm
|mmks. so ill do the first post, but this is where we're starting, just so we're allll on the same page(:
Basically, James and Tara just ******** for the first time, kays? and now their done and in the shock of what just happened.
TM- its up to you whether or not your spies saw them.
and yeah biggrin ill get that first post asap but if you has questions, askkk( neutral
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:52 pm
»I'd give anything for one more minute with you...DONTSTEALTHISDOMOORILLEATYOURFACE↘↘( xx«I still miss you. xx )
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI never knew til you were gone,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ how many pages you were on. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xIt never ends.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I keep turning and line after line you're there again.. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI dont know how to let you go,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ you're so deep down in my soul. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI feel helpless,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ So hopeless. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xits a door that never closes.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ No, I don't know how to do this. ﹞
8059 mums <3 8D ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ( □ my girls in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.. □ ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬
☯ August James Grant ☯ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Sitting in the shabby motel room, James stared up at the ceiling. His heart was racing, sweat covered his body, and there was a blonde wrapped up in his arms. His tired fingers ran through her soaked locks as he listened to the sound of whistling wind coming through the broken window.
This was one of the cheapest motels he'd ever stayed in. Shards of glass scattered on the floor from the broken window, the T.V. only got really cheesy porn, the bathroom was full of scum and the shower head hung off the side of the wall, the bed felt as though it might break beneath their weight, and worst of all... bugs scammpered across the floor.
James could afford better, not by much, but he could. If only Allegra wouldn't notice a hundred dollars or so missing..
Allegra, being his girlfriend of almost a year. Allegra, being the girl that was not currently wrapped up in his arms.
"Tara, I'm sorry.." His words rushed out too fast.
Tara, being his ex girlfriend from high school. Ya know, the one he never really got over. The one he thought about even five years after they broke up. The one that called him about a month ago, crying because her current boyfriend hit her. The one he'd been seeing for the last three and a half weeks just to catch up.
Well, just to catch up that is.. Until tonight. They hadn't even planned this. Oh no. You know when people say 'it just happened' well this time, it was legit. They were driving around in the old truck that James had had since they were in high school, his old black Ford, and they started making out. Of course, There wasn't enough room...they ended up in a cheap motel and he had the best sex of his life. So much pent up passion, so much... everything.
"This place is a dump, you deserve much better,"
Oh yes, don't you love how James is currently cheating on his girlfriend with his ex and yet, the only thing on his mind is how Tara deserves better than a cheap a** motel?
That's true love folks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:03 pm
Allegra Nicole Dartengnas      ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────  He says he wishes I were her,
And secretly, sometimes I wish the same thing.
Then one of us would be happy.Allegra sat in the desk closest to the window, watching rain stream down the darkened window pane. She tapped her pen against her pad of paper, having finished her thesis paper over an hour ago. And then checked and rechecked it about twenty times already. But she didn't feel like she was actually in the room. She felt like she was a million miles away - somewhere where no one and nothing could touch her.
And there was only one reason - one person who caused this feeling.
Her boyfriend, James.
Usually, when she was about to write an important paper, he'd send her a cute little text message. Sure, he hadn't always been Mr. Committed, but he'd always been sweet and caring towards her. But tonight... no message. She'd tried to shrug it off, to forget it, but she hadn't been able to. She'd ended up writing her psychology paper on why men were unfaithful in a promising relationship. She'd been planning to do it on women, but changed it at the last second. She'd had all the research done, so it didn't truly matter.
The library was deathly silent. Only the sounds of other people breathing and turning pages, pens scribbling across blank sheets. But no one spoke. There was no communication. Just like her relationship.
To anyone else, she probably would have seemed like a girl who was making a big deal over nothing - her boyfriend not texting her. But they didn't know what she did. They didn't hear what she heard. But, honestly, even she didn't want to believe it was true, despite what she knew; what she'd heard. She'd just as soon rather forget. But she couldn't. She would rather have been in any other relationship - even another unfaithful one - if it meant that she wouldn't have to feel like this.
Ignorance is bliss.
Right now, Allegra was in agony.Out Of My Cranium: N/ADistruth drives me into m a d n e s s,
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away,
If I will it all away.Don't turn away; don't try to h i d e,
Don't close your eyes,
Don't turn out the l i g h t s.
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:31 pm
 ♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥Qu'est-ce que c'est?♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥╔═══════════════════════════════╗ X"...Wha-WHAT IS THIS!?" That was it. That was all Alexei Mischa Ivanov, next Don of Russian mafia (famed for its brutality), could take.
His green eyes were wide as saucers, an expression that could only be classified as disbelief. His disbelief died quickly, however, as horror and anguish flooded his senses and morphed his features. Alexei was currently in his lavishly decorated den. He was nestled on a leather couch, shoeless, and in nothing but a pair of gray and blue striped boxer briefs. His appearance didn't matter much at the moment, seeing as his body guard was the only other person in the dimly lit room.
Alexei grabbed one of the decorative pillows from the couch and forced it into his lap where he squeezed the life out of it, perhaps hoping the pillow would make the pain he felt go away.
It wasn't so.
Oh no. He could feel it coming, that wave, that storm deep within his throat. He couldn't take it, there was no way he could fight his emotions this way. Alexei was just way too unstable for that. What happened next, you would have to see to believe. A cold blooded killer, a grown 22 year old man, broke out into a hysterical fit of tears. Alexei was bawling. He was shaking, he was gritting his teeth, he was covering his eyes and he was hiccuping so damn much he started to choke!
The end of "West Side Story" always got to him!
"Chino! Chino!!!!! Why! They were so in love! You kill him with hate! Chino! Why you do this!?" He couldn't speak much more than that before choking on his tears.
"Maria! It will be okay Maria! It will be-NOOOOO!!!!! Tony, he is dead! Chino why you do this Chino!" It appeared the more upset he became, the more his English deteriorated.
Alexei's bodyguard, Michail, who was about 6 foot 7 inches and 260 pounds, leaned over the back of the couch Alexei was crying on, with a concerned and somewhat moved expression.
"My God, this is sad movie."
Alexei looked up at Michail, bodily fluids streaming down his face, and nodded. "Da! You think oh look there is singing and dancing and this girl she is lesbian that wants to be boy, oh haha, then a Tony he stab the Nardo by aaccident and then, and then a Chino, he shoot Tony in front of Maria! And-and...whaaaaaaaaa!" A wail of sorrow wracked his body.
"And they are singing now, but is too late!"
....Meanwhile, two burly men were walking down the hallway about to intrude on Alexei's movie watching time.
"Are you sure we should say anything? He likes her you know?" The Russian sentence echoed off the dark wooden walls.
"You saw just as I did Boris. She went into that motel with that man and she stayed in there for hours."
"But they could have just been talking." Was Boris' optimistic reply....to which his comrade gave him an "you better be kidding" look.
"Boris, I'll compromise with you okay. We'll just tell the boss that his girlfriend has been sneaking off with some guy for a while now and that though we haven't seen her actually cheating on him, we suspect that's what she's doing."
"Don't say that! He'll kill her!" Boris replied panicky at the notion of a woman being killed. (He personally was against hurting girls.
"Fine okay! We'll just say that shes been hanging around with some guy lately and we haven't seen her do anything but we think the boss should keep her on a tight leash from now on to make sure nothing happens."
"....Fine"
They arrived at their destination and very cautiously knocked on the door. ╚═══════════════════════════════╝ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbetter run run run xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx run run run run awayxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥♠♥
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:41 pm
Tara Danielle Mathews People say I’m the life of the partyXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ‘Cause I make a joke or twoXXX X Although I might be laughing loud and hearty, deep inside I am blue You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer XXXXXXXXXX it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
My _ smile _ is _ my _ make - up _ I _ wear _ since _ my _ break - up _ with you...  "Am I scared? XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX To be honest...[~I need you...][Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text Text][...need you~]   I'm terrified." _____________________________
I trusted you in every way
But not enough to make you stay
Turn around
I've lost my ground
Come and rescue me XXXXXXXXXX Come and rescue me
I'm burning, can't you see? XXXXXXXXXX Only you can set me free.
Come and rescue me
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:34 pm
Tara Danielle Mathews People say I’m the life of the partyXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ‘Cause I make a joke or twoXXX X Although I might be laughing loud and hearty, deep inside I am blue You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer XXXXXXXXXX it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
My _ smile _ is _ my _ make - up _ I _ wear _ since _ my _ break - up _ with you... "Am I scared? XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX To be honest... [~I need you...][Tara's eyes were closed. Her breathing began to slow as she listened to the still erratic heart beat of the man next to her. His strong, powerful arms were wrapped around her, as it used to be. For the first time in months, she felt safe.
She felt safe, despite the fact that they were in a shabby, run down motel room that smelled like mold and piss. But right now, the only sent that filled her nose was the sweat-intensified aroma of Auggie.
Tara never would get used to calling him James. It was easier for him to call her Tara, versus Dani, when that started toward the end of high school. Even if he'd already slipped up several times.
And, well, she didn't even try.
When he spoke, Tara felt the vibration in his chest, and she didn't answer. She didn't want to spoil the moment, a moment that could only last so long. Which was not long at all. And never would be long enough.
After the second time though, she did answer.
"I don't care."
She said it quietly, but seriously. Where? Where didn't matter.
No.
The only thing that mattered was what.
And what had happened was a combination of nostalgia, impulse, ecstasy, elation, guilt, and a backlash of terror. But the guilt and terror hadn't settled in yet.
To clarify, that meant she had just had wild sex with her ex from high school after three weeks of toeing the line because both of them were taken. Well, that accounted for everything but the terror part. Because if Alexei knew, well...
She had reason to fear for both of their lives. ][...need you~] I'm terrified." _____________________________
I trusted you in every way
But not enough to make you stay
Turn around
I've lost my ground
Come and rescue me XXXXXXXXXX Come and rescue me
I'm burning, can't you see? XXXXXXXXXX Only you can set me free.
Come and rescue me
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:44 am
Allegra Nicole Dartengnas ───────────────────────────────────────────────────── He says he wishes I were her,
And secretly, sometimes I wish the same thing.
Then one of us would be happy.A while later, Allegra didn't truly know how long, she decided it was pointless to just sit here, a finished paper on her hands. No doubt, soon, she would tire of just sitting there, re-read her paper, look for every possible mistake, decide it was bad and write a brand new paper. It was very Allegra, so she decided that heading back to her apartment and putting her thirteen page thesis in the binding she had bought.
Needless to say, Allegra was over doing it a bit.
What could she say? She'd had issues with unfaithful guys before, and it sure never got any easier. And when Allegra was stressed, she had to do something otherwise, she would go mad, just sitting there, thinking about it. Analyzing him; analyzing herself and what she could have done... When she knew it wasn't really here fault at all. She'd simply fallen for the wrong guy. Again.
Keeping up a pretense was hard, but then, Allegra was a big fan of hard work. So as she sped out of the library doors, no one even so much as looked up. They just assumed she was late for something. At eleven o'clock at night.
Out in the lot, it started pouring, so to protect her poor thesis from getting soaked, Allegra tucked the spiral notebook into her jacket and made a mad dash for her truck. She splashed through many puddles on her way to the truck - why did she park so far away, again? - causing her pants to be soaked through from knee-level down, and dampened everywhere else, and wet denimn did not sit comfortably on Allegra's sensitive skin. Not at all. But her paper made it to the car without dying, so she supposed it was worth it. She set the notebook and all her other supplies in the passengers seat, put the car into gear, and pulled out of the lot.
The road back to her apartment was flooded. Allegra wasn't sure she was going to see James at all tonight. The only reason she was able to make it, herself, was because of her truck.
Somehow, Allegra made it into the apartment, her paper still dry and intact. The second she was inside, she flipped on the lights, pressed the button on the dock for her landline that would read her messages, and then went back to her room, stripping the soaked clothes off as she went. The first was for James; something about plans with one of his guy friends this weekend. The second was from her brother, Sam, who was calling to confirm her address for the wedding invites. The third caught her attention, however.
"Hey, Allegra, it's me, Donivan." the message started, and Allegra sat down in the chair next to the machine, only in a t-shirt and her underwear. "I just wanted to let you know that I saw James with some other chick the other day, and didn't know if you knew about it. They looked kinda odd, so... just thought I should let you know. Bye Ally." The machine beeped, and the electronic voice announced there were no more messages.
Allegra flopped back in her chair with a sigh. Screw the paper; it wasn't due for two weeks anyhow.Out Of My Cranium: 3 a.m. on this end; sorry if it isn't very good.Distruth drives me into m a d n e s s,
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away,
If I will it all away.Don't turn away; don't try to h i d e,
Don't close your eyes,
Don't turn out the l i g h t s.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:07 am
»I'd give anything for one more minute with you...DONTSTEALTHISDOMOORILLEATYOURFACE↘↘( xx«I still miss you. xx )
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI never knew til you were gone,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ how many pages you were on. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xIt never ends.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I keep turning and line after line you're there again.. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI dont know how to let you go,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ you're so deep down in my soul. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xI feel helpless,
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ So hopeless. ﹞
「 ☂ 」■ ■ ■ FML ⇨xits a door that never closes.
o.o huh ...?⇧ ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ No, I don't know how to do this. ﹞
8059 mums <3 8D ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ( □ my girls in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.. □ ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬
☯ August James Grant ☯ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
James sighed. "Babe, you deserve better." He kissed the top of her head and combed his fingers through her hair. "I...We should get going you know?" He sighed softly.
He knew he wanted to say it. Those three words, for the first time in forever were threatening to leave his lips. But he couldn't. He bit his lip and stopped himself from making the mistake of betraying the rules he set for himself, the boundaries. "Come on," He got up off the bed and pulled her warm body to him again.
"Alexei is going to kill me," He chuckled. "You know that right? If he ever found out, I could see that little man sending some like, hitman after me."
James didn't know about Alexei's Russian Mafia deal or whatever, but he knew the kid was kind of crazy.He seemed like the type to get a hitman on his a** for ******** his girlfriend.
But that didn't stop James from kissing her softly on the lips and grabbing their clothes off the dirty floor. He handed over her clothes and sighed softly.
"You know this is the last thing I wanna do, I don't wanna leave. I don't want to go back to Allegra, knowing that I just had the best night in five years with you Tara." He put his shirt on slowly, regretting every move.
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