CAN YOU SAY LIAR?!

[hawthorne]

This party was just about to get interesting before i decided to ditch the group i had recently found following me, and headed into the kitchen for my second cup of beer. now, i was more one for the hard liquor instead of this petty beer that was pretty cheap tasting in my opinion. Though, for a party thrown by a high schooler, i had to give props. I would have been out of high school by now, being pretty close to nineteen, and definitely wouldn't have minded a little something extra. Then again, i wasn't in high school and my past experience reminded me that it took up some extra money. Either way, grabbing the second cup, i took a swig and leaned against the bar a bit, feeling the eyes on me but just raising an eyebrow before leaning foreword and tilting my head a bit to the side before walking back into the living room, glancing along the room for anyone that might have been possibly worth my time.

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for; Merrick Drake
outfit; here.

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[merrick]

I'M TENSE AND NERVOUS
and i can't relax, i can't sleep

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• • • • • • • • • • • THORNE HARKA ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Merrick distinctly remembered showing up completely clothed as a pirate or a vampire, he couldn’t remember what, but at some point he had lost most of the costume. He was now in only a pair of ripped black pants with his pale chest completely bare but for a few necklaces that he always sported. That should have been expected though, since Merrick rarely kept his clothes on when he was sober. Very drunk, Merrick wove through the people to go back to the bar, yelling profanities at a few who dared to get in his way. Merrick was an angry drunk, so of course he had had a few arguments since getting to the party. More alcohol would fix that though! Making his way out of a sea of people he spotted a very familiar face and made her way over to her. “Look what the cat puked up,”

[/color] he joked with a snort, looking up at her with his usual arrogant smirk and messy hair covering most of his face. [/blockquote]
outfit: black pants
lyrics: talking heads, psycho killer
notes: - - -[/blockquote][/size]

[hawthorne]

it had come to my attention that this party was turning out to be a whole hell of a lot duller than originally planned. That is, until a voice hit my ears and turning my head slightly to take a glance at the familiar face I loved all too much. Smirking some, I turned to face him. "Merrick, baby doll, next time you talk about yourself, you should be sure to check who's around to care." I said slyly, smirking and tilting my head as each letter was sent out filled with my Russian heritage. I stepped the small amount of space between us and smiled calmly as I gazed down at him. "Anyway, what brings you here besides obvious reasons?" A smirk tugged and tweaked my lips some as I played with my lip ring out of slight boredom

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for; Merrick Drake
notes; I'm mobile, so sorry its short -.-
outfit; here.

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[merrick]

I'M TENSE AND NERVOUS
and i can't relax, i can't sleep

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• • • • • • • • • • • THORNE HARKA ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Hawthorne was one of the very few people in this world that Merrick could stand, which was saying a lot considering he couldn’t even stand himself. There weren’t a lot of people that Merrick actually cared about, even if he showed those feelings in the most unorthodox ways one could think of. She was as close to a sibling as the guy could get, a sibling that was totally okay to have sex with. If it had been anyone else calling him “baby doll” he probably would have flipped, but with Thorne he only smirked up at her and admired her Russian accent. “Fuck you, I’ll talk wherever I want,”

[/color] he snorted, but it was an empty statement. He didn’t feel like coming up with a witty comeback right now. He crossed his arms and tilted his head up to look at her when she stepped forward, taking a moment to curse his small size. “Pretty much just the obvious reasons,”[/color] he shrugged. “I’m certainly not here to see you,”[/color] he mocked, and while his words sounded harsh this was his way of showing that he cared.[/blockquote]
outfit: black pants
lyrics: talking heads, psycho killer
notes: that's alright ^.^[/blockquote][/size]

[hawthorne]

Listening to Merrick, the one kid that was quite possibly the only guy that i was close to in a sister type relationship. Of course, knowing me, my sexual drives outdid most of my sister relationships which made being one to Merrick absolutely perfect. and as i gazed down at him and his words hit my ears, i just shrugged. "Fuck you, i'll talk wherever i want." I allowed a small laugh to escape. "Pretty much just the obvious reasons. I'm certainly not here to see you." His remark only landed a bright grin across my faze. I just tilted my head a bit and stepped close to him, resting a gentle hand of mine with my long black nails, my bright blue eyes watched him. "Yeah? Well thats good then. I surely wasn't here to see you either but look what happened... it was destined!" I said sarcastically and allowed my hand to playfully tug on a piece of his hair before running it through my own long, straight, black hair.

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for; Merrick Drake
outfit; here.

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[merrick]

I'M TENSE AND NERVOUS
and i can't relax, i can't sleep

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• • • • • • • • • • • THORNE HARKA ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Not very many people in this world got the privilege of seeing Merrick’s few good qualities. Sure, Merrick lived with four other guys but none of them saw the aftermath of his night terrors. Why? Because Merrick booked his ass to Thorne’s place every time he had one. Thankfully the walk there wasn’t very long, since he always walked over sobbing like a baby and shaking like a freezing cold Chihuahua. All most people saw of Merrick was aggression, drug use, and general assholery. He looked up at her with a tiny hint of fondness in his dark green eyes, though that was hidden by the glazed drunkenness and arrogance he always held himself with. His arms crossed and he leaned back on his heels, craning his neck a bit to look up at her, as he had to do with almost everyone in existence. “Destiny can kiss my pale white ass,”

[/color] he snorted with a laugh, barely reacting to the tug of his hair though he did quite enjoy the action. “Are you just going to stand here or are you going to get me a drink?”[/color] he growled, though it was his habit to do such. Merrick often just started growling for no reason.[/blockquote]
outfit: black pants
lyrics: talking heads, psycho killer
notes: - - -[/blockquote][/size]

[hawthorne]

I just nodded my head in response to his first statement. And then allowed the sound of the music to pump through my 5'7 frame. I kept a look out above the crowd best i could to see what was all going down. I had the tendency to do things like that, and most of the time it payed off. You could find out which were the drug dealers, the preps, the goodie-two-shoes, and the ones like me. the murderous ones. Or.. just the plain assholes, like Merrick. But i did know that he meant it with little meaning toward me as a person. Most likely because of his night terrors. If he meant anything real toward me he knew that I'd leave him outside with it. I wasn't harsh, its just what i did. Then, looking down at him as he began to speak again. "Are you just going to stand here or are you going to get me a drink?" It swam around my mind a bit as i just shook my head emitting a small laugh. "Honey, you've got enough guts to steal a drink from anyone in here, go give it a try." I spoke with my voice filled with humor. I took another glance around before exhaling and looking back down to Merrick. "As for me, i need a smoke." My Russian voice purred as i took a second pause to remember what i did with my cigarettes.

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for; Merrick Drake
outfit; here.

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[merrick]

I'M TENSE AND NERVOUS
and i can't relax, i can't sleep

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• • • • • • • • • • • THORNE HARKA ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

A full ten inches shorter than Hawthorne, Merrick often looked like a child standing next to her. Then again, he looked like a child standing next to anyone. Merrick made up for being so short by having a very big personality and making amazing lasting impressions with how negative he was. It was hard to forget a tiny man with bright red and black hair who tried to beat the living daylights out of anyone who got in his way. He had certainly made his own dark mark on the people that he met, be it physical or emotional. In most cases it was a bit of both. Anyone who knew Merrick would be surprised if his room mates didn’t need extensive therapy after living with him for so long. They put up with a lot of his bullshit and saw all of the nasty bits and pieces of Merrick. He abused them and he knew it, but he really didn’t care. He couldn’t help but snort at her reply and shrug in agreement. “True,”

[/color] he purred in his own harsh and deep voice. He had already stolen drinks off of people tonight too. Merrick took a moment to snag a beer someone sat down on a nearby surface, tiny enough to not even be noticed as he walked back over to Thorne. “Gimme’ a smoke,”[/color] he half demanded, half asked. Only with Thorne did he ask for things rather than just assuming the world would just hand everything over to him.[/blockquote]
outfit: black pants
lyrics: talking heads, psycho killer
notes: - - -[/blockquote][/size]

[hawthorne]

There was one thing about this kid that i didn't mind. Either it was the fact he acted like a complete dick to everyone, as did i occasionally, or the fact that he was one we could collaborate things for an ultimate demise. Either way, it worked wonders and i often couldn't get any other morbid happiness out of life other than the times spent with Merrick. Which made everything all in good humor for me. Speaking of good humor, i watched with a grin as he walked in and just snatched some drink from someone and manage to come back without anyone noticing. "Well done, baby. you want a reward?" I half joked and half was serious. My seriousness was something that Merrick probably knew to be playful toward him. A joke and playfulness were both things that i did only for Merrick or those deserving. and in response to his 'gimme a smoke' i finally found my pack of cigarettes and pulled one out for me and the other, tossing it to Merrick before pulling out a matchbook for the fun of it, lighting a match and igniting my cigarette and holding it for Merrick to do so, before taking it and tossing it into some person's drink, not even caring. which landed a smug smile on my pale Russian face.

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for; Merrick Drake
outfit; here.

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[merrick]

I'M TENSE AND NERVOUS
and i can't relax, i can't sleep

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• • • • • • • • • • • THORNE HARKA ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Merrick was a very vulgar person with no boundaries. He would lay the low blows with his insults, bugging you about the things you were most self conscious about. He was not a very pleasant person, all in all. There weren’t enough good qualities to make the bad qualities seem bearable. He was just an asshole who didn’t know anything else, there wasn’t much more to it. So really, the next words to come out of his mouth when he got back form stealing a drink shouldn’t come to a surprise. “If by a reward you mean giving me head then sure,”

[/color] he shrugged as if it was no big deal. The hand that wasn’t holding his drink pushed some hair out of his way while the other tilted a quite disgusting mixed drink into him. He coughed and made a face. “This tastes worse than ass,”[/color] he hissed, but took another swing of it. Catching the pack of cigarettes she tossed him, he took one out and put it between his lips. He to stand on his toes a little to put it to the match she held out for him, but that was alright. He got a free smoke out of it.[/blockquote]
outfit: black pants
lyrics: talking heads, psycho killer
notes: - - -[/blockquote][/size]

[hawthorne]

I cared little for anyone else besides me. However, Merrick, was another story. We had this kind of love, hate, sex relationship going on. I wasn't one to complain though considering the fact that he was the one guy i was closest to. That was actually saying a lot though, in general i was the one type of person that, mind you, literally went out and killed people after having fun, FOR fun. now i wasn't into sex with dead people.. i was one that liked to have my fun and then kill them without them knowing. I literally did it too, many and many times. However, Merrick meant something to me and at this point i didn't know what, but he did mean something to me. Even if he was such an asshole, i found it entertaining instead of degrading like most people. I was stronger than most women, though. which made his next comment instantly make me smirk to him. "Its a possibility. I don't think it'd be much of a reward if it was just head, doll." I raised an eyebrow to him and tilted my head playfully. His reaction to the drink made me just smile. "I'm sure it does, most of the drinks here do. I could really kill for some hard liquor right now." I said gently and made a small frustrated face, turning my attention back to him as i took a drag off of my cigarette.

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for; Merrick Drake
outfit; here.

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