stand fast to a razor blade symphony ,,

[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

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CAN YOU SEE ME?

The night before was basically a blur to me. Every day seemed like one anymore. I awoke in my usual stance, some random guys house. Waking up before he was even up, I pieced my clothing back on me and silently left the house and made my way back to my own apartment. I felt no regrets or anything with whatever it was I did. No matter how many guys that I slept with, it wouldn’t change a thing for me. My life consisted of school occasionally, smoking, drug usage, drinking, and sex. The latter being my favorite part. At least I was a clean, so say whore. I enjoyed what I did, but that didn’t mean I cared little for cleanliness or disease. I paid attention to that if nothing else.

Today was just another day in the neighborhood; so to speak. I headed straight on home and showered. I made sure to feed my snake and spend some time with him before I went to do my makeup and so forth. I blow dried my hair, straightened it, and applied my black cat eye that made my bright brown eyes stand out. I could’ve put my white contacts in.. but I didn’t want to frighten anyone. Ah, who the fuck was I kidding? Of course I wanted to scare people. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be Alaska Saint would i? I decided against the contacts mostly because it was too much of a hassle. Once I was done with all my makeup, I went ahead and figured out what I was going to wear for the day. I decided on a black lace tank top with a dark leather jacket over it that carried spikes everywhere. Then, I adjourned it with my black skinny jeans and some spiked heels.

The accessories were something that I couldn’t help but to love. I put on some bird skulls and such that I had in a drawer, and by that time I was ready to leave. I wasn’t sure where to go at first. Then I decided, what would be better than the circus? I felt like I belonged there half the time, and what would be better than going there all high? I knew for sure I could see the image flash across my mind of an elephant on the ball or whatever a circus had, all high. It was a thought I looked forward to, honestly. So I spent about half an hour meeting up with my drug dealer and just getting some weed. I didn’t really want to be too out of it, and the marijuana seemed to be something that would give me enough. I seemed to blow through what I bought and got to the circus pretty quickly. I glanced around to see all the people who were with friends or whatever. Yet here I was alone. It was a weird thought to me, so I pulled out my android Droid smartphone and scrolled through my contacts before finding Jordan. I wanted to have a friend to share it with, and who was better than this gorgeous guy that was covered in tattoos? Needless to say, I was stoked.

I took a seat on a bench and texted him quickly. “Jordan! Love, I’m at the circus. Come meet me? I’ll love you forever, more than I already do!{; ” And sent it. Now was the waiting game as I sat on the bench and glanced around to see the people walk by and watch me. I muttered something Russian underneath my breath before tilting my head slightly and looking at the reflection in my phone of myself to be sure that my hair and makeup and everything were in line.

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I’M STRONG FROM WHAT THEY MADE ME.

tagged; Jordan Dredd
notes; :D finally got it started!
translation; --
inspiration; youth and whiskey – black veil brides.

[Jordan Dredd]

WE MAKE OUR OWN WAY,
PARTNERS IN CRIME WILL LEAVE THEIR MARK

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Jordan was having a lovely dream, where he was king of England, and everyone loved him. Except everyone was, well orange people. So really, it was more like he was the king of Orangland, it kinda sounded like England? Well, it really didn't, but in his dream, he had an amazing British accent so he when he said Orangland, and England, they sounded the same. Well sadly, his dream wasn't all as it cracked up to be. Turns out he ended up being like King Louis the Sixteenth, a real jackass. And his orange people were rebelling against him, creating the French Revolution, more like the Orange Revolution. His dream ended with him being shot at three times, which actually turned out to be him receiving a message on his iphone. He didn't actually get hit by the bullets, which was a good thing, because you know what they say. If you die in your dreams you die in real life, oh gosh right? Not that Jordan particularly believed in that whole thing, he thought it was more of some sort of weird conspiracy theory, after all those made the world go around.

“shhh phone, it’s sleepy time.” He mumbled while lazily swatting at his night stand, trying to get his phone from his current face down position. After a few minutes of doing nothing but straining his arm he finally rolled over onto his back, opening his eyes lightly trying to adjust them to the light coming in from his window. “Why did I pick the window bed again?” he murmured to himself as he sat up, leaning against the wall as he grabbed his phone. He slid his fingers across the screen, quickly tapped in the pass code and touched the message icon, a small grin curving his lips up as he read the message from Alaska. ‘Circus eh? Sounds awesome, be there soon (:’ Jordan set his phone down before rolling out of bed and going to the bathroom, he needed a quick shower before going out because he smelled faintly of alcohol from the previous nights endeavors.

As much as Jordan would have liked to have taken a long shower he couldn’t keep the darling Alaska waiting, it simply wouldn’t do, plus he loved hanging out with that girl she was always such a riot. Stepping from the shower he quickly toweled off, not before brushing his teeth to get rid of that disgusting morning breath and replace it with a fresh minty smell. Dropping the towel in the hamper he walked to his dresser, picking out a pair of orange boxers and socks to match before slipping them on. One drawer below he grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans before shimmying into them. Running a quick brush through his hair he moved to put his shoes on before tossing the brush haphazardly onto his bed, switching it out for his phone before slipping the device back into his pocket. Just as Jordan was about to leave he went back to his dresser, slipping the owl necklace over his head and grabbing his wallet; two of the three things he never left his dorm without. Without further delay he began the tenish minute walk to the circus, or at least that’s how he figured how long it would take him to get there, he didn’t really have the best sense of time in the world.

Upon reaching the circus he found himself starting at everything, amazement clearly written on his face; he was a sucker for things like this. “Wow, they totally go all out.” He thought out loud, receiving a few concerned looks from the people around; whom no doubt though he belonged here what with all his tattoos. Jordan offered up a small smile before scanning the area, looking for the dark haired Alaska, one of his more interesting friends. Finally he spotted her, in all her intense glory and began to make his way over to her. “Hi-de-ho!” he greeted with a smile as he plopped down besides her, bumping her shoulder purposely. “So babe, why the circus, thinking about joining?” he joked while flicking his gaze back out to the crowds of people, watching as they moved about.

NO THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY
BLACK HEARTS WITH GROWING BATTLE SCARS

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• Word Count:700
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag:ALASKA!
  
• Notes:(:
  
• Music:BVB
  
• Clothes

[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

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DEAR MOTHER, DEAR FATHER,

I took some time being sure that everything of my appearance where in order before I slid my little droid phone in my pocket and sat there watching and adoring the funny looks I got. This little boy ran up to me and asked what tricks I could do, and I couldn’t help but to laugh. I tilted my head slightly. “You see, little boy, I am a snake charmer.” I played a long but didn’t entirely lie to him. His eyes widened and he offered me a tiny smile before he took off and I resulted in laughing more. I raised my eyebrows slightly and shook my head before glancing over my shoulder to see some more of the crowds passing by. I had to have been sitting there for about an hour now. But I didn’t care. His text kept me in wait. “Circus, eh? Sounds awesome, be there soon(:” Yep, I was excited. Mostly because it had been about a week since we had really hung out. And even though I was high right now, that wouldn’t last long; but his personality would keep me on that hyper crazed state.

The next time I looked over my shoulder, I saw some movement before hearing his voice and seeing his frame sit down straight next to me and bumping me playfully. “Hi-de-ho!” I smiled brightly to him. “Hey, baby!” I raised an eyebrow to him playfully before taking in his next set of words. “So babe, why the circus, thinking about joining?” I shrugged playfully and laughed. “Funny that you say that. I totally just got a six year old boy to think I was a snake charmer here.” I grinned to myself, proud of myself before glancing about the crowd with curiosity as they stared at both of us; tattooed up and decked out, thinking we should probably belong to the freaks of nature tent. I couldn’t help but to let the smile widen slightly over my pale face.

My brown eyes scanned back over to him before I stood up and stretched lightly. I extended my hand to him in a way before bowing to him. “Its an honor to be in your presence.. now get up off your lazy ass and lets go.” I sat back on my heels with a gentle laugh emitted. Where we’d go first, I let my gaze scan the area once more before deciding on the small tent that indeed carried the freaks of nature. I couldn’t help but to let my mind wonder about what was inside it. Probably some crazy ass old lady with a beard that could crunch weights of like, 300 or something. Yeah, my mind was pretty crazy right now. But don’t forget that I was under an influence of drugs. Something that made today more enjoyable, was just that. I allowed my gaze to land on him again before shrugging. “Where do you want to head first? I can’t think of anywhere.” I said softly with a curious eye sent over to him. I bit down on my lower lip in wonderment.

As my gaze sat on him and I took in his appearance, I really couldn’t help but to adore his tattoos and just overall body structure. He was handsome and amazing in the same way. And caring none-the-less. Overall, a pretty fun and amazing guy. I loved the fact that I could just pal around with him as if he was my partner in crime. Truth was, I wouldn’t want to be in jail with anyone other than him. That would be some scenario there. Entertaining, mostly.

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I’M LEAVING NOW!

tagged; Jordan Dredd
notes; I’m excited for these twooo. xD theyre gonna be so much fun. And I apologize for my crummy post o.o
translation; --
inspiration; moving – get scared.

[Jordan Dredd]

WE MAKE OUR OWN WAY,
PARTNERS IN CRIME WILL LEAVE THEIR MARK

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No matter how many times Jordan had ever been to a circus the whole thing never ceased to amaze him. Maybe it was due to his slightly childish nature, but he thought it was more so the fact that he would always enjoy the simple things in life. Like a clown making a balloon animal, that was a classic thing that he would never dream of getting too old for; though he supposed he would have to conquer his small fear of the clowns first. Or the classic big top entertainment, with the elephants and juggling and whatever other act the circus had going on. Jordan watched through amused hazel eyes as a very large man rode by on a tiny tricycle, followed by a very small man on a very large tricycle. He turned his gaze back to his partner in crime as she spoke, eliciting a small chuckle from his lips. “Why does that not surprise me?” he teased while flicking his gaze back out the crowds of people, who were staring at the two as if they were apart of the circus. “You probably could get a job here, I mean you look the part, hell we both do.” Jordan observed while gesturing to the various people that were staring at them.

Jordans gaze was drawn back to Alaska as she stood up, he raised an eyebrow slightly at her extended hand and little bow. The second of many bouts of laughter escaped his lips at her statement, he absolutely loved her personality. “Jeez, nice to be in my presence yet you’re calling me lazy, not very nice Ms. Alaska.” he said while wagging his finger disapprovingly, all the while a large smile pulled at his lips. He wasn’t sure exactly how to describe the girls personality, but it was definitely between sassy and humerus. Alaska was one of his favorite people to hang out with, not only was she a sight for sore eyes, but she always knew how to have a good time. Jordan stood up as he flicked his gaze to the various tents, booths and random circus folk, there was so much to do yet so little time. He could honestly spend a week here and still feel the need to come back and do everything again, it was a circus after all nothing was really the same the second time around. “Hmm. Where to go, where to go?” he pondered out loud, his eyes flicking from the girl to the surrounding area. A small grin started to pull at his lips, he had a vague idea of what Alaska might have wanted to see because he was interested in it and the two shared quite a few mutual interests. “I’m thinking the tent with the freaks of nature, if there is such a thing.” he stated after a few moments of thinking, excitement clear in his voice.

The brunette boy pulled his gaze back to the girl, noticing that she appeared to be staring at him, maybe appraising his look. He flicked his gaze down to what he was wearing, to make sure that it looked relatively good on him, it just wouldn’t do to look shabby next to such a pretty girl. He returned his gaze to her face, a small teasing smile on his lips. “Now babe, I know I’m’ totally gorgeous and stuff, but try to limit the staring, don’t wanna make me uncomfortable now do you?” his tone was just this side of arrogant, but more so joking as he allowed himself a small chuckle. Without any further hesitation he linked arms with the girl and began to lead her to where he thought they might find the freaks of nature. “Do we have any idea where this tent might be?” he inquired while glancing at her for a moment before focusing on weaving in and out of the crowd. “Because I think it might be a little rude to ask someone where the freaks of nature tent is...I’m thinking there has got to be some politically correct name for them or something.” he continued on, a cheerful smile on his face. Most of the time the boy always tried to please everyone, even strangers, so it just wouldn’t do to go about asking people for the freak of nature tent.

NO THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY
BLACK HEARTS WITH GROWING BATTLE SCARS

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• Word Count:716
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag:ALASKA!
  
• Notes:Me Too! I think we can have a lot of fun with these two (: and no worries, I thought it was great (:
  
• Music:D.R.U.G.S
  
• Clothes

[Alaska Jaxon Saint]

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WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT.

I kept my gaze slightly on the ground where we headed, before Jordan’s voice serenaded my eyes to travel back up to him. The gentle smile still resided on my face and hadn’t left for a second. “Why does that not surprise me? You probably could get a job here, I mean you look the part, hell we both do.” I smirked and shrugged lightly. “Oh yeah? That’d be a better way to earn side money than being the stripper I apparently am.” I joked with a playful wink. The ending of my phrase was entirely sarcastic but still entertaining in the least. “Jeez, nice to be in my presence yet you’re calling me lazy. Not very nice Ms. Alaska.” I shrugged to him with a sheepish grin landing on my pale face.

I let a few moments of silence take over before hearing his voice again. My vision scanned across the crowd that tended to stare at us hardcore. I grinned slightly before lowering my head and shaking it in entertainment before listening to him. “I’m thinking the tent with the freaks of nature, if there is such a thing.. now babe, I know I’m totally gorgeous and stuff, but try to limit the staring. Don’t wanna make me uncomfortable now do you?” I grinned slightly. “That’s what you’re worried about? The tent of the freaks sounds great.. we’ll go search for it. Anyway, I just want you to feel quite observed.. I mean, if they accept us in the hall of freaks, then that’ll be quite common.” I gave him a wink before I laughed and looked around the area. I grabbed a little map that was on a table off to the side as I walked with Jordan, arm in arm, and kept my gaze up.

“Do we have any idea where this tent might be?” I shrugged. “I don’t even know… I grabbed a fucking Spanish map. I can’t read this shit, I’m Russian.” I laughed but continued to walk with him. “Because I think it might be a little rude to ask someone where the freaks of nature tent is.. I’m thinking there has got to be some politically correct name for them or something.” I kept my head up and looked around. “Hmm.. I still like it. Lets still call it that?” I asked him laughing. I took another glance around. “OH, I think I found it!” I almost shouted with excitement as I pulled on his arm and bounded over to the tent that seemed quite huge and had cages inside. The sign next to it said “the exhibition of human oddities.” And I tilted my head in curiosity. “So this must be the politically correct name for them.” I grinned.

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AND WE ARE RISING FROM THE GRAVE.

tagged; Jordan Dredd
notes; I seriously apologize for how long this took! ): /hangs head in shame.
translation; --
inspiration; we only come out at night – motionless in white.

[Jordan Dredd]

WE MAKE OUR OWN WAY,
PARTNERS IN CRIME WILL LEAVE THEIR MARK

• • • • • • • • •

Jordan allowed his gaze to wander slightly; still almost completely distracted by everything that was going on in the area. It was amazing how much entertainment they could pack into one area and the variety of things was also pretty impressive. He almost wanted to just wander from booth to booth to see what everyone was doing, though that would probably take all day and the top priority right now was to get to the freaks of nature tent. A small chuckle fell from his lips as he heard the comment from Alaska. “I don’t know about that, I mean I hear strippers make a lot of money, especially for private shows.” He commented, a lecherous grin turning his lips up as he shot her a playful wink. Obviously the brunette boy had picked up on the sarcasm, but he could easily over look it to turn the conversation into something of an innuendo, it was something of a talent of his. He could take almost anything, put on a grin, wiggle his eyebrows and then his comment would be taken in a suggestive manner. That wasn’t really any practical use for that skill, except for when it occasionally helped him pick up girls.

The boy shook his head lightly, a small bout of laughter falling from his lips at her statement. “I’m not entirely sure if I want to be accepted into the hall of freaks.” He began, pursing his lips as if he were actually thinking hard on the subject. “I don’t want my suspicions to be confirmed. I’d rather just have people stare at me out in the open, because then that way I can convince myself that everyone is looking at me because I’m so sexy.” He continued with a silly grin on his lips as he tried to act serious. The act did not last long before he began to laugh softly, shaking his head in the process. “Though, if you want to be deemed an official freak I’m not going to stop you.” He added as he watched her grab a map. “Good call m’dear.” He commented while walking along side of her.

Jordan rolled his eyes, grabbing the map from her hands. “Jeez, you need to become more cultured, like shit, this is the states y’know.” he stated while looking at the map. “Okay, well I’m pretty sure we’re headed the right way, so yeah let’s keep going.” He observed, only being able to pick out a about half of the words on the map. “Here we don’t speak Russian, its either English or Spanish, all those Mexicans hopping the border make it so.” He commented through a small laugh, glancing at her before tossing the map into a nearby garbage. He shook his head, “you’re gonna get beaten up by the freaks if you keep up that non-politically correct talk.” He teased. Jordan barely had time to react before he was pulled over to the exhibition of human oddities, “I like that, it’s nice and now we won’t get beaten for being rude.” He commented before pulling her inside, entirely unsure of what to expect. “I hope there’s nothing to fucked up, I feel like I’d laugh because I’d be too uncomfortable.” he whispered while glancing around, excited to see what was inside the tent.

NO THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY
BLACK HEARTS WITH GROWING BATTLE SCARS

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• Word Count:553
  
• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag:ALASKA!
  
• Notes:aha no worries, its cool.
  
• Music:Aly and AJ
  
• Clothes