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Post by sparrow on Jun 25, 2011 1:33:43 GMT -5
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I WAS SO LOST BUT I’M BACK There was one thing that was always on my mind. No matter how much I tried to block it out, it surpassed the walls that I put up and consistently began to piss me off little by little. To a point where I felt I’d have to drink to get it away. Thank god that there was a bar on this damn campus.. Although, I wasn’t going to go to the one here on campus. I planned on going to the club where there might be some fun and such. Something to keep my mind off of everything. The last thing I needed were the images of my brother lying there in his casket at rest, his scratches from the accident sewn up; his body surprisingly not pale and well put together. Just laying there as if he was perfectly fine and would stand up and hug me and tell me, “It’ll be okay, Sparrow, really it will be.” Even when I knew it wouldn’t be. It was shit if I honestly believed that everything would be okay because he was alive. He wasn’t alive.. so nothing would be okay. It would be, but I wouldn’t want it to be. I had to self medicate myself somehow. Which, I planned on right away. I got up and dried my eyes from the little night terror I had the night before, hopped into the shower and dressed into a small black shirt that rested on one shoulder with some feathers and a skull that resided on it in white, as well as some black skinny jeans, black heels, some feather jewelry to help me reach into my Native American ties. I’m both German and Native American.. an interesting mix, isn’t it? Its how I came up with the funny name. My dad was native American, to sum it up. Anyway, I carried some straight black eyeshadow on as well as some bright red lips. Some gloves to top it all off; the whole badass biker look, in a way. No one would believe me if I told them that I really just randomly grabbed what was in my closet and put it together. Some miracle style, huh? Anyway, the memories and night terror was still fresh in my mind as I headed outside my dorm to the campus, then off and into the city.
I didn’t even stop by anywhere, but was dead set on going to the bar. I stepped in, avoided bumping into some people, and sat at the counter exhaling loudly. I was almost 21, so I kind of prayed the people wouldn’t check for my ID. I was pretty sure I left that at home. Instead, it was a friend of mine, so it wasn’t too bad. I knew he wouldn’t check. I asked for a straight vodka, which he brought to me, and I stayed sitting at the bar staring off into nothingness and staying quiet. I took sips here and there, but I was mostly here for thinking. Granted, the loud music and such would seem to be the less likely place to be thinking, but here I was. Go figure, right? The music bumped loudly, yet I was deep in thought to a point where I couldn’t even hear anything else besides the pounding of my own blood. It was going pretty fast, I mean, by my second vodka I was positive I couldn’t listen to the music. I was within my own personal mind. People just kept walking past me and such; considering it might take some work to get my attention. I was just trying to figure the whole thing out with my brother. My dead brother. “Goddamn it, Luke. Why’d you have to go and fucking die?” I whispered to myself. Though, it was more like saying to myself since the music was loud. I looked up and got a weird look from another bartender and just resided in placing my palm over my eyes with my other hand on my glass of alcohol.
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jun 30, 2011 17:11:52 GMT -5
 Coming out of my cage & I've been doing just fine
A quarter to midnight, a black M6 BMW drove through the city, about an hour from home - the top down even at this hour of the night. The city smelled of opportunity and clubbing to the blonde-haired college student at the wheel, the feel of the city screaming social lighting. However, that was not the boy's venture. He had something else on his mind.
The tires smoothly glided on the somewhat newer asphalt, matching the command of the boy's hand on the leather steering wheel. He guided it with the heel of one hand carelessly, the other hand used to rest his head on, elbow planted the door where the window would have been if it weren't rolled down. His expression did not say excitement or bliss - which seemed odd, being a 21 year old driving around nocturnal down town through the strip in an expensive convertible, and a pocket full of cash. But still, he did not seem worried - though, the bags of his eyes did hint a more rooted distress. In fact, he seemed quite emotionless. His gaze quickly scanned the road when he seemed to find his destination - a parking spot - and with an effortless rotation of the wheel, he parked near to perfect along one of the diagonal parking spots on the main street.
Upon exiting, he swung his jacket around his shoulders, pushing his arms through the sleeves and pulled on his sunglasses despite the dark atmosphere. It would have been apparent to a spectator that he wasn't exactly looking to be seen by someone he know, but in the city, who's watching you? On the other hand, it was the city. Anyone could be, and the guy knew you could never be too careful.
Instead of walking down the street towards a more expensive bar or club, though, he moved in on an average, somewhat grubby bar. Truth be told, it was a perfectly fine bar, but to the somewhat spoiled college student, he found it unappealing. 'Perfect.' He strode in, and picked up a spot on a bar stool, between an edgy-dressed red head on his left and a larger middle-aged bag of depression on his right. Other than those traits he'd picked up on, he didn't take much notice of them. He was immediately set into a deep thought - and when the bar tender came his way, he simply asked for a water.
The boy turned in his seat, placing his elbows against the bar table, and staring outside, assessing what lay outside the window: A four way intersection. He seemed to have something on his mind, but what? 'Where are all the officers?' He couldn't help but think. An officer was not what he wanted to run into, but there had to be some sort of patrol. He was waiting to see how a time it would be between police cruisers driving through the intersection, and in a city like this, you would think you'd see one every five minutes. But no, the rotation was surprising. A 20 minute interval he estimated. This was too easy. It almost took the fun out of his plan, actually. He rotated in his seat after awhile of determining a plan, and faced the bar again - but only for a second, before glancing over at the girl beside him.
He had failed to notice her earlier when she barely crossed his eye, but now he embraced her appearance from the brief glance. She had pulled his attention by her looks, however her distraught expression might have been a factor. She had not gotten up the entire time he'd been there; she was alone. Her striking eyelashes were the main reason he took another glance, as they were much longer and.. didn't look like eyelashes. But he was quick to realize they were fake, and feathered. Feathered along with her necklace, and if he had taken a longer look, he might have noticed her earrings as well. She had eye catching red hair, and majority black clothing and black gloves to follow. These kind of girls, Hunter had grown up staying away from. He automatically pulled them off as emotionally unstable, and scary when angry. He was quick to judge, but he had to give her credit - she didn't look bad. It fit her, and he could tell that she was very detailed with how well everything came together.
Upon looking away from her, he did not feel drawn to saying hi, but she stayed imprinted in his mind. He had his own mission, but after sitting there for a minute, she had not drifted from his head. He was trying to figure out what he assumed to be a 'party girl' was doing alone, drinking in a bar, looking broken. He was unaware of the correlation between him and her, though to bystander it would have been obvious: Two self-medicated broken people sitting alone in a bar, deep in some thought. It was that unaware factor that lead him to glance a third time at her, wondering if somehow she was okay - despite his nature of caring mostly for himself. But yet again, he decided against speaking up, and looked away, dismissing the possibility of conversation.
A minute later, however, the young woman - seemingly unaware of his subtle interest in her - spoke up. "“Goddamn it, Luke. Why’d you have to go and fucking die?" She whispered. What? Was she talking to him? He looked at her again, this time not glancing away. She didn't seem to take notice. She was looking up at the bartender, who had also seemed to hear her, and was looking at her with a weary look. The girl placed a hand over her eyes, somewhere between embarrassed and distraught, as Hunter took it. He shot a glance at the bartender, and then back her way, before piping up. "You know, whispering to yourself could easily be taken as insanity at your age." He said, taking a drink of water - which could be mistaken for a clear alcoholic drink. "Same goes for drinking in a bar alone."
Gotta be down, because I want it all. POST FOR Lakota!
WEARING this
NOTES: Sorry it took so long / is so long D: The rest will be minimized I swear, first post is always huge for me for some reason D:
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Post by sparrow on Jun 30, 2011 17:54:20 GMT -5
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I WAS SO LOST BUT I’M BACK Some things were better off left alone. The thoughts of Luke and the funeral was one thing I wished would just leave. But no, like some horrible reoccurring dream, they just kept crossing my mind. Kind of like when you do something really stupid and almost everything reminds you that you did it and how you can’t go back in time to fix it? Yeah, that’s what I was feeling. I couldn’t quite explain the feeling. It was both pain and regret.. but also a little trace of frustration and anger. What I sick mix. It was like drinking gun powder in Jack Daniels. Both powerful yet dangerous at the same. I felt that way, but I didn’t want to state the fact that I was feeling both rebellious and dangerous. Truth was, I’d probably do anything to keep my mind off of Luke. Which was something that I did almost daily.
It was pretty shitty when the only way you could you’re your mind off of your dead brother was to go and drink and fuck. Yeah, how ironic it was that sleeping with someone could get you to forget the one person that’s always on your mind. I’d sleep with a guy; just a random pick of the draw, though. I didn’t sleep with guys for the emotions behind him. Fuck that, I slept with guys that I felt like I could kind of relate to. The ones that had nothing better to do in their life than to fuck. You know, most guys like that would be pigs and sex whores and such. I just slept with the ones that looked nice though. I’m not saying that I’d go out and be with a guy that was left all alone because he doesn’t have a girlfriend or something. No, they had to be attractive to me in the first place; otherwise I’d just pass that person right along to the next poor unsuspecting soul. Call me heartless if you’d like, I could give a shit less.
Speaking of catching my eye, some guy walked in and took a seat in the empty spot next to me. I noticed his presence but preferred to ignore him. I shot a few glances his way but at some times I could feel his gaze on me as well. It was interesting the way his presence was. It wasn’t all stand-offish like most guys that appeared like him. It was more like, curiosity. Something that I could surprisingly relate to. You know how that went for me? I just took a deep breath and then a sip of my beverage before taking another glance to him. I observed the image I had gained in my head of him. The way his blond hair seemed to frame his face; those sunglasses that made him seem mysterious, the way his outfit resembled a badass, to say the least; I was interested. I just kept the image in my head as I figured out whether or not it’d be worth it for me to go out and think of things to say to strike up a conversation with him. Eventually though, I didn’t really have to. After I spoke those words to myself and glared at the bartender and seemed to hide myself; his voice hit my ears. I lifted my head and turned my gaze to him with a curious look. My eyebrow raised, and all.
I pulled a little bit of my red hair behind my ear before turning the little bar stool and taking a look at him. My green eyes were bright against the feather eyelashes I wore and the black makeup with red lipstick I wore. It all complimented my pale dark look. “maybe I am insane. I mean, its funny. Drinking to try and forget the only thing on your mind. Its strange, isn’t it?” Of course my words were sarcasm. I knew I was being kind of bitchy, but I wasn’t really in the mood for this. I looked away from the boy and took a sip before looking down. “Look, kid, I apologize for being snappy.” I paused, slightly smirking to myself at how I called him kid since it was almost completely obvious he was older than me. “I have a lot on my mind.. Anyway, I’m Lakota Finch. But you can go ahead and call me Sparrow.” I said softly looking back at him, offering one of my genuine adorable yet sexy smiles. So what if I had a little too much confidence?
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jul 1, 2011 0:56:52 GMT -5
Coming out of my cage & I've been doing just fine
When the young woman's head turned to look at who was talking, he was - well, surprise wasn't the word. He didn't expect her to be as beautiful as she was. He was never into the darker girls, they just weren't his type - but he couldn't help but appreciate the art in front of him. Her pale skin against the red of her lips, eyes a brilliant green that only seemed to glow brighter as she pulled a few stray pieces of hair behind her face with delicate hands. Despite the dark look, he still found her attractive - for beneath even the makeup, there was a stunning girl. She didn't need any of it in his mind, but even with it she worked it. Of course being into everything natural, he tried to imagine what she looked like with no makeup, but he idea slowly dissolved when she poke, making him forget his thought process.
“Maybe I am insane. I mean, its funny. Drinking to try and forget the only thing on your mind. Its strange, isn’t it?” She snapped, her voice uninviting. Hunter kept his eyes on her for a moment, before his lips parted, jaw slightly and looked ahead. He should have anticipated that - a lonely drunk chick at a bark, why would she be happy to talk to a brand-name stranger? Pearly white teeth poked through those lips, though. He found it amusing. Hunter didn't easily take things personally, and these were one of those things. He sighed a laugh, but knew it wouldn't be wise to push conversation. At least, not until she spoke up again after taking a sip of her drink. "Look, kid, I apologize for being snappy.” The way she said that made him believe she was older. Well, she did look older with how she was dressing. In his mind, he took a mental guess, as he tilted his head towards hers again. “I have a lot on my mind.. Anyway, I’m Lakota Finch. But you can go ahead and call me Sparrow.” 24. She couldn't be over 24. Single girls in their late thirties were bitter - at least in his experience. Of course, that didn't run for everyone, but it was Hunter's assumption. But she looked to old to be a teen still. And the way she held her drank, she couldn't be faking an I.D. ..Could she? No, that smile said well into college, if not out.
He paused a moment to respond, temporarily distracted by her enticing smile, that showed off a row of white teeth, looking even whiter behind red lips. That, mixed with her softened voice, whoa. "Kid is a new one." He said, lifting his glass again to his mouth, though unable to suppress his grin. He took a small sip, wishing maybe it were something other than water. But, he knew his body couldn't handle alcohol, and he'd be in the hospital in a matter of hours. But, did Hunter really care? The idea was so appealing, but then the image of his mom crying at his funeral popped into his head. No, he couldn't think of her. He pushed the images away as fast as he could. Last thing he wanted on his mind was family or sickness. "Don't apologize, wasn't my place. We all have baggage, right?" He added before finally the last sip of water and putting the drink down. He cleared his throat heavily, a slight burning sensation following. He really had to relax on the cigarettes. By now he was going over the girl's name. Lakota Finch - or Sparrow? "Hunter Schultz." A small nod. He actually unintentionally laughed. "If you don't mind me saying, you have one of the most interesting name's I've ever heard, Ma'am." Ma'am coming from a military route - oh, high school was fun for him. "Wouldn't throw your drink at me if I asked what you're doing here, reminiscing over alcohol without some sort of body guard in this area, would ya?"
Gotta be down, because I want it all. POST FOR Lakota!
WEARING this
NOTES: My dog stared me down the entire time I wrote this o____o
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Post by sparrow on Jul 1, 2011 13:45:38 GMT -5
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I WAS SO LOST BUT I’M BACK I humbled myself by looking away from him and finishing my drink. My gaze travelled to the bartender that was my friend, and I lifted the glass a little, dipping my head for a second. It didn’t take long before he came back with a different kind of drink. That’s what I loved about him; he knew what I drank first to get everything underway. First Jack Daniels, now a vodka cooler. Not exactly the most hardcore stuff, but you know. Today I was hoping that I could try and stay sane. I was content though, as I drank the black raspberry vodka. It ran down my throat a lot easier than Jack had. My gaze returned to the boy as he spoke to me. “Kid is a new one.” His voice hit my ears, and I took a deep breath glancing away.
There was something about this guys’ voice that I just couldn’t figure out… but I liked it. It was.. soothing in a way. And it was something I really didn’t hear all that often with the crowd I hung out with. I turned my head back to him, tapping my fingers lightly against the neck of the bottle as he spoke to me again. “don’t apologize, wasn’t my place. We all have baggage, right?” He said to me an di just shrugged my shoulders; my red hair falling from behind my ear as I let my green gaze reside on his face. “True.. except my baggage weighed 180 pounds and we were conjoined at the hip.” I let a gentle laugh slip out before I thought about it and turned my gaze away and frowned. “Way to go, Lakota Sparrow Finch. What the fuck were you thinking, commenting like that about your brother. He wouldn’t have called you baggage.” I shut my eyes and rolled them before turning my head back to him reluctantly. The change in my mood semi obvious.
Then his next set of words hit my ears and I nodded. “Hunter Schultz.” then he paused to laugh. It actually brightened my mood a bit and I smiled back at him. “If you don’t mind me saying, you have one of the most interesting name’s I’ve ever heard, ma’am.” I just shrugged a bit and tilted my head like a curious dog. “You know, between you and me Hunter, you don’t gotta call me ma’am. After all, I’m only twenty.” I offered him a bright smile. Yep, one year younger than twenty. But who would care? Surely not the bartenders since I was just a month away from being 21; that and I had a couple good friends that were bartenders as well. Okay, not so much friends, but more like a fuck buddy nowadays. His voice reverberated in my ears again, though.
“Wouldn’t throw your drink at me if I asked what you’re doing here, reminiscing over alcohol without some sort of body guard in this area, would ya?” I couldn’t help to laugh to him. “What? Me? Throwing a drink at a guy like you? Think again. As for body guards go, I guess I look like I can handle myself. But hey, if you wanna be my body guard, I’d surely pal around with you, Hunter.” I said with a smile, ending the conversation with a serious smile. My gaze got distracted when a guy walked by and ran his hand along my shoulders and leaned over my left one whispering in my ear. I rolled my eyes and turned my head the other way. “Aw, baby, don’t be like that to me.
[/i]” I just stayed silent. “ Come on, Lakota. Don’t be like that to me. Lets go have some fun?” He proceeded to tug on me a little and I knew I couldn’t ignore him anymore. I turned a little in my seat and looked at him with these sharp piercing eyes. I muttered some words to him about how if he didn’t leave, he’d never be able to have children. It worked, thankfully. And I returned my attention back to Hunter, in a slightly embarrassed way thanks to a one-night-stand-wanna-be-more.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] ------------------------------
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Post by Hunter Schultz on Jul 8, 2011 19:22:19 GMT -5
Coming out of my cage & I've been doing just fine
Hunter's lip tugged downwards slightly at the red head - he'd come to know, Lakota - uttered the words “True.. except my baggage weighed 180 pounds and we were conjoined at the hip.” Death. At least, that's how he took it. He wasn't sure it she meant a lover, a best friend, or a family member, but it wouldn't matter one over. She didn't offer any further information - he didn't need it. The story was written on her face. He could see the pain in her eyes, and the way her expression changed. He could even hear what her voice would have sounded like if it hadn't been for the alcohol. But, seeing her smile through the pain, he felt the tension loosen. He seemed to have eased her discomfort, and immediately he drained all questions of her baggage from his mind. She was here to be distracted, why not help? He purposely didn't offer any entertainment on his own baggage. As far as he was concerned, while he was here, he didn't have cancer.
“You know, between you and me Hunter, you don’t gotta call me ma’am. After all, I’m only twenty.” She spoke, her head tilted in such a manner that a laugh escaped him unintentionally - the kind that resembled a hiccup. He put a hand over his mouth to hold it back, embarrassed by the sound, and averted his gaze from her. Had he called her ma'am? He had been trying to loosen up lately. Break some of those military habits, sound like a normal human while he still was one. But it seemed beaten into his brain, like every other manner he had: Elbows off the table, speaking clearly without mumbling, holding doors for girls, the usual. "Twenty? Give me that glass." He said, hinting a grin. He put a hand on his jaw, rubbing along by his ear - he definitely needed to shave. "You're gonna have to excuse me from the habit, 'cause it's harder to break than smoking, Ma'a-.." He stopped himself, expression showing the surprise that he'd actually slipped up that fast. "..Lakota." He finished with an apologetic grin, consumed by her bright smile shining back. He had already forgotten about his troubles, and even further: distracted from searching for cops thanks to her. Her voice was enough to do that, even distracted him from her actual words for a second, though he picked up again quickly. “What? Me? Throwing a drink at a guy like you? Think again. As for body guards go, I guess I look like I can handle myself. But hey, if you wanna be my body guard, I’d surely pal around with you, Hunter.”
"Ha! Don't know, I thought my eavesdropping might have earned it." He dropped his hand from his jaw. "You look like you could handle an army actually. Maybe we can just settle on being each other's body guards, since you'd probably kick my ass with those heels." He would have continued on, if the shadow behind him hadn't distracted him from her, and vice verse. Hunter watched cautiously. They must have known each other if the man felt comfortable breaking the space bubble, right? Wrong. Lakota did not seem happy to see him, either. Hunter's mind went from cautious, to protective with a snap. Sure, any guy might have done the same over a girl they were chilling with - But with Hunter, it was different. There was an obvious change in him, it was visible. Something not normal. In reality, something he'd gained from the army. His body tensed, and his attention was completely unmoving from the man as he bothered Lakota. She showed all sign of annoyance, and the guy seemed to pick up on it, and with a quick shot of her words, he got the picture and stalked away. And, as Lakota turned her attention to him, he was still unmoving. His eyes locked on the back of the man's head. "Do you know him?" He asked, unhappy with the distance between the man and Lakota. He wanted him out of the building entirely. "If he's bothering you, tell me, I'll deal with him." There was a slight growl to Hunter's voice, but he relaxed - his eyes finally met hers again, and his muscles weren't as tense - though he was still on his guard. "Beating me to the bad guys? Is this a challenge at who's a better body guard now?" he joked, challenging her.
Gotta be down, because I want it all. POST FOR Lakota!
WEARING this
NOTES: x: not a great post but here it is!
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Post by sparrow on Jul 13, 2011 15:00:13 GMT -5
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I WAS SO LOST BUT I’M BACK I took a few more sips of the drink as I heard his next set of words. I laughed a little, tilting my head back at him grinning. “Twenty? Give me that glass.” I pretended to hold the glass close. “You can’t take my baby.” I raised my eyebrow at him smirking. “You’re gonna have to excuse me from the habit, ‘cause its harder to break than smoking, Ma’a-….Lakota.” I let my eyes scan him playfully as he almost slipped up and said ma’am right off the bat. I shrugged lightly in a playful flaunting way before exhaling slightly and setting the almost empty glass down on the counter. “Ah, you almost did it! I should have bet you! I could’ve won money.” I frowned playfully.
“ha! Don’t know, I thought my eavesdropping might have earned it.. you look like you could handle an army actually. Maybe we can just settle on being each other’s body guards, since you’d probably kick my ass with those heels.” I laughed and finished the drink, sliding the glass on the counter and signaling my friend. “We can help each other, I think is a fair trade.” I smirked and smiled to my friend as he set the glass back to me filled with some blackberry vodka Smirnoff cooler. I wasn’t in the mood for hardcore vodka after i had just drunk the glass of it, and the usual habit of mine was to go with a cooler after plain vodka. My smile fading when the whole thing went down.
I could visibly see how it bothered Hunter, and once the guy had left my eyes scanned back to him. I raised my eyebrow a little as I heard his voice and shook my head slightly. “do you know him? If he’s bothering you, tell me, I’ll deal with him.” I heard his words and smiled in a way that showed I was thankful to have him there. “I semi know him, if it makes sense. I have this terrible habit of drowning my sorrows and having fun.. if you know what I mean.” I said, looking away and feeling kind of ashamed of my habit. It seemed worst when you said it out loud. I bit down on my lower lip slightly and resulted in taking a small sip of the Smirnoff cooler before hearing his next words that lightened the mood. “Beating me to the bad guys? Is this a challenge at who’s a better body guard now?” I smiled to him lightly and playfully. “Baby, you have no idea. If you want to be a great body guard for me, pose as my boyfriend. That’ll keep anyone away.” I smiled my bright white smile to him with a gentle small shrug, grinning.
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