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Post by genevieve on Oct 22, 2010 18:22:22 GMT -5
 { FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRWith one last dab of make up the girl smiled to herself in the mirror and walked out into the small, but growing crowd. She knew absolutely no one. Luckily Vieve didn't have a shy bone in her body and she was determined to meet a couple people, maybe snag some numbers and keep herself from going home with some guy. Those were her goals for the night and as she stood alone, looking confident instead of awkward she began scanning the group for someone who looked conveniently interesting and worth starting a conversation with.
Her dark hair cascaded down her back and she twirled a cluster of the artificial white streaks in between her fingers. She walked across the rooms making little tap tap noises as her pumps hit the floor until she spotted an empty couch and took a seat. The miniature hat that was pinned atop her done up hair was slightly askew and she pursed her lips feeling the weight more on her left side, with a small nudge she forced it back into place and crossed her arms over her bust. So who was the Charlotte girl anyway, it was her house wasn't it? The party was going to kick Gen's social life into over drive, or so she hoped.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 23, 2010 2:22:18 GMT -5
  Parties? For Zak? Really? Okay, so he wasn't huge on partying. Parties, yes. Dancing and all that shit, not so much. If he got drunk enough, maybe. But even then? The truth was, there was one reason he really went to parties. Okay, two. First off, they were fun for him. So what if he didn't dance, he could basically lose his mind with friends and the occasional hook-up. But another reason? He always left with a wallet full of cash. The greatest time to sell shit. Dealing out everyone's choice, pills were a big hit for party chicks. And he always had the stuff that really got people messed up, in the best of ways. And always, following behind him, his best friend. Trey was probably the only person he talked to on a daily basis, but not anymore. Not since he last found him, in the bathtub fully dressed and unconscious. He had no idea Trey was even suicidal at the time. So where was Trey during the party? Zak didn't even know, so he showed up alone. Of course, he wasn't planning on staying alone. He knew a lot of people, odds are, he'd find a group to chill out with or something. Easy night, easy sell. A pocket full of pills and a drink in his hand, he looked around the party for anyone he knew. Of course, eyes immediately went to some girl walk straight passed him. Some stunner chick, her dark brown hair is what first caught his eye as she ran her fingers through her hair. He looked at her a half a second before feeling she was familiar, but how? His eyebrows furrowed, looking away distractedly, feeling like a creep for looking too long. He sipped his drink and looked around the party, but nope. curiosity got the best of him. His gray eyes looked back at her, stealing a look when she turned around to sit down on the couch. No way... Was that really her?! Shit, not possible. It had been what, a year? No, maybe not, but since they'd broken up? He had no idea. All because of his.. well. He didn't want to believe he was schizophrenic, but after they had a fall out.. well, that's when he started the pills. Just to make sure. The schizophrenia was better, but the heroine addiction? Way worse. He looked away, unsure if he should say something to her. She looked damn good, he had to admit to himself. Probably better shape than he was in, and he didn't mean physically at that. Mentally he was pretty screwed over, but hey. Why not take a bite into the past. He took another swig of - what was it? Some really strong beer - and walked over. He stood by the couch casually as she'd not spotted him yet, before taking up the chance to start something. Whatever it was. 'This should be interesting..' He cleared his throat. "Aye, Vieve-Vi. Long time no see, right?" He said looking down at her, a hint of a grin on his face - not quite there, but some sort of humor in his eyes.  POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM THE SOUND OF MY FRIEND PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.... WEARING THIS
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Post by genevieve on Oct 23, 2010 10:38:46 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR
Genevieve's eyes scanned the room, she felt a body touch the couch and at first she didn't look up. her fingers drifted from the hair she had been twirling and her eyes scanned the pair of shoes, up the pair of all too familiar legs up to the face of a guy she'd thought she'd never see again. His lips upturned in a cute grin, cute...being a word she'd hate to admit that he was. Instant flash backs filled her mind. They'd dated for a while. he was most likely one of the reason she didn't get boyfriends anymore...just fuck buddies and hook-ups. She was worried about caring for people, knowing the struggle to stay emotionally stable was so strong. He looked content, almost amused seeing her there and for the first time she felt a bit self conscious. She looked down at her body, wearing hardly nay clothing, just a skimpy black and white striped outfit that she had title BeetleJuicy. When she put on the outfit to go to this party she felt hot, and sexy now she felt kind of silly.
The very nature of life is that of struggle. From the moment we take our first breath until the day we take our last, our lives are locked in a series of constant and ongoing battles, battles against ourselves, the world and even each other.
Conflict is perhaps the most universal thing in life. Adversity and challenge are two concepts that everyone, from the richest of the rich to the poorest of the poor can understand. Even though the nature of the battles and the way the world views them can change, we all know what it's like to struggle, to fight and to suffer for it.She had fallen pretty hard for this guy at one point in her life, and she swore to herself that the whole "love" thing was over rated and that investing your emotions in another person was stupid and a waste of everybody's time.
The key to life is not to avoid struggle, nor is it to conquer it at every turn. Rather, it's to turn it around and make it into something positive, to turn the energy of our battles into something beautiful, something wonderful. That's a kind of success even the wealthiest of men can't imagine and it's the only way to temporarily abate the turmoil within.
She could only wish she'd done that. Her past was filled with running away, being sent away, or just hiding so she didn't have to deal with the problems at hand.
It may not make your own demons any easier to quell, it might not make your life any simpler, but it does make the world around you a better place and it does give your energy some place to go other than back into the constant erosion of the spirit. The idea of turning bad things into beautiful things. Genevieve sighed, looking up at the boy, eyes wide unsure of how to respond.
If everyone did this, tried to exorcise their demons by turning them into something productive, even beautiful, the world would be a much easier place.If Zak could've stopped his addiction, stopped the heroine use he could use his experience to go help other people stop or something, but instead he kept the cycle going, using, selling, being the guy that adds support to the world of self destruction. If we all understood the nature of life and worked with it, not against it, then we could change it and create a world where everyone was able to struggle just a little bit less and lived a little bit more.
She finally spoke, but all she managed to puff out was a "Hi"
This sassy, overly confident girl felt a bit awkward. She stood up and straightened the ends of her outfit and stared at him, he'd gotten a few more tattoos since she'd seen him last and his hair was a bit longer but other than that he seemed like he was the exact same. "What are you doing at a party? if i remember right you aren't much for dancing..here for the free booze?" She said it a bit harshly but she had a small reluctant smile that showed she was happy to see him, she couldn't hide the expression, although she kind of wished she could.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 24, 2010 17:35:10 GMT -5
The fact that he had forgotten to dress up hadn't hit him until he really got a look at her. Maybe he was already too out of it mentally, because he had been at the party for awhile and was just realizing it. And even more after taking in the fact that it was her, well, he was beginning to wonder if walking up to her was even a good idea in the first place. He wasn't thinking clearly, but their last encounter - pretty much their downfall - floated in his head. Well, not their last, but what made him lose her. In summary, he actually had cared for her. Maybe he didn't show it as much as he should have, but she really had an affect on his life, changed him a bit. He didn't let a lot of people get close, obviously, after shoving everyone who'd ever even tried to care straight off his tail. Zak learned early on no one was going to help him, so, he helped himself. Didn't let anyone in, until minus a few people, specifically being Genevieve, and his best friend. Course, he was still closed off to them, but not as much so to Vieve. He didn't like to admit it to himself even, but after a bit, he couldn't imagine life much beyond her. A weakness for her, you could say. That was until he got introduced to the little monster in a syringe. And as he became more and more addicted, he began slowly forgetting about his past, and every monster that bit at him. But after a bad accident - an overdose, and, a bad trip that he didn't remember the details of even, it was either the big H, or her. He chose her verbally, but he couldn't drop the addiction, so she dropped him. After that, without her giving him a reason to quit, things got out of control. Now his life revolved around the drugs. He hated the stuff, but god, nothing else made him feel okay anymore. The H numbed away the fact she'd dropped him, along with everything else in the world. Yeah, it stung even now, but hell - He dosed it away. So here they were, and he felt the resentment flow. Not resentment at her, resentment at the fact that she looked like a killer, even now, and he stood here, probably looking like a piece of trash. He felt like it, but somehow, the fact didn't really bust through him too bad, and the substance in his bloodstream told the story why. He actually raised his eyebrows at her. "What are you doing at a party? if i remember right you aren't much for dancing..here for the free booze?" He grinned even more, teeth showing in the slightest amount. He wasn't the kind of guy to be throwing around smiles here and there - that fact actually made people think he hated them right off the bat. And, he probably did. Wasn't much of a people's person, but for her, it was nothing. Truth of the matter was that he would do almost anything to get her back, but this H'd up, he didn't find any way. And stuff, the addiction controlled him. He did want to stop, but he knew all too well he couldn't. Rehab? He'd kill himself. "You remember that? Wrong. .. Well no actually mostly wrong." He said, somewhat joking. The free alcohol was somewhat of an upside, but not the reason he was here. He didn't want to admit why he was here. So? Lie. "Meeting some people, guess you could say. Old friends. What about you, free booze?" He responded, stealing her comeback. There was a small hint of acrimony behind the words, but mostly, a slight amusement. He'd heard rumors of her at parties, but there were just rumors, right? POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM PARAMORE WEARING THISSorry it took so long! Busy weekend
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Post by genevieve on Oct 25, 2010 0:34:45 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRHer hand fell from above her shoulder into her lap and she let her finger tips touch the slightly cold metal of the red and silver belly button ring that was exposed by the lack of material across her mid section. The black and white stripes that covered the lower half of her chest began to glow a light violet as the black light machine danced streams of light onto her before jolting back the other direction, starting it's cycle of flashes.
She had a bit of a nostaligic moment as she sat there with the guy she'd actually fallen for only an arms length away, He didn't let a lot of people get close, and she knew that, she could feel ideas beginning to swirl around in the space between her ears and she took a deep breath before really giving herself a moment to look him over. She tilted her head slightly to the left examining him and biting her lip noticing his arms had bulked up a bit since the last time she had seen him. To her he had always been extremely attractive but of course this wasn't the past and the idea of doing anything more then sitting and staring at him seemed absurd.
He actually raised his eyebrows at her,He grinned even more, teeth showing in the slightest amount. The fact that his lips upturned brought a slight pink blush to her own cheeks and in that moment she was thankful for the lack of light that would expose the color change on her face. His smile brought back a shit load of memories that made her lips upturn just a bit as well and the truth of the matter was that she would do almost anything to get him back, and although she was feeling herself wish they were still the way they used to be, something in her held the turn off of himgetting hurt and leaving her all alone in the world, the same feeling she had when she left him. She chose to leave, thinking it would be easier than actually losing him. "You remember that? Wrong. .. Well no actually mostly wrong." He said, somewhat joking. She chuckled. "Yeah, I remember. So what are you here for?" "Meeting some people, guess you could say. Old friends. What about you, free booze?" She rolled her eyes. "The free booze is a bonus I suppose, I'm here because I'm new to the town and I've gotta get my name out there, besides...I love Halloween, gotta have something to do with it."
She stood up and took a breath stepping in front of him, gently letting her left hand reach out and grab his, she tugged him to his feet remembering how her head came just below his chin. her heels made her at least two inches taller so she came to his upper lip. Her right hand took hold of his hand and she pulled him over to the section of the room where the lights flashed about and swirled from the ceiling to the floor, without word until she had him in an empty section of the floor before she silently placed his hands on her bare hips. The material of her outfit ran on either side of her middle where the tops of his fingers touched, but the palms of his hands were on bare flesh. "Well, you're here, so you might as well dance with me, even if that just results in you standing still while I dance around you." Her voice had a hint of sarcasim as Genevieve slowly rocked her hips to the beat of the music, the tempo was somewhat slower than she would have personally picked but it made for a smoother motion from her. She placed her arms across his shoulders. "So what are you actually here for? You aren't much for socialization so being here to...meet people doesn't sound all too legit." Her lips turned into a smirk as she put him on the spot.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 25, 2010 20:05:25 GMT -5
 Zak actually found himself feeling somewhat self-fulfilled at her rolling his eyes at him. He was beginning to realize how long it had been since he'd seen her face around, but it still was familiar, and yeah, the same effect. Maybe not as strong as when they were together, but the same feeling of when he first met her. Or, maybe it was just the fact that - even though he wouldn't admit it to her if she asked unless he drank enough - he had missed seeing that smile, her in general. Hell, he even denied the feeling himself. Closing the doors to her, much easier when she wasn't in the room. That was what the big H was for. Canceled out everything, her, his mom, his problems. Why spend time chasing ghosts and fighting them off, when you can just send them farther away from you, where they won't touch you? Can't get in your head, can't ruin your life like they had. No, this was his life, and he lived it his own way. He wasn't going to let memories control it. "The free booze is a bonus I suppose, I'm here because I'm new to the town and I've gotta get my name out there, besides...I love Halloween, gotta have something to do with it." Was he still grinning? "Sounds just like you." He remarked, an unintentional devious hinting to his tone. It was almost a shock to him when she stood up and advanced towards him, taller than he'd remembered. He would have realized her high heels, if her actions hadn't taken him off guard. Her hand found his, and his smile faded slightly. But, he didn't pull his hand from hers. He guessed the feeling of her hand in his was coming from the H in his system alone, but maybe it was just an excuse. He looked over her head at the dance floor - or, where everyone was dancing - seeing where she was tugging him, and his expression clearly showed why? written all over it. He didn't dance, but hell. He followed her, willingly, after looking back at her. The lights weren't blinding as they could have been; he was used to the strobe-light scene. Parties, concerts, raves, where people practically dropped twice as much as they normally would for shit. The ground was practically invisible due to the fog effect, pretty well played for a high schooler's party. Around them, girls and guys were dancing together in weird outfits, but still, he didn't feel out of place in his normal clothes. Honestly, they were all weird for dressing up, he was just being casual. Halloween could have had more meaning for him, but most of the feelings were trashed, along with a lot of things. Yeah, pretty negative, but he hadn't had a lot going for him. He was actually starting to want help, but seeking it? Totally different. His mind was far away from there, though, with her in front of him, placing his hand on her hip. He couldn't look away from her as she danced, "Well, you're here, so you might as well dance with me, even if that just results in you standing still while I dance around you." He heard her say, hallucinations of it echoing in his head when she placed her arm over his shoulder. The contact definitely not a good sign after their break up, but hell. He was not complaining at all. He smirked in the slightest, encouraging it if anything. "Aye, I'm not complaining, I'm not gonna fuckin' dance, though.." He muttered, a chuckle escaping him - she could hear his voice by the closeness. He lied, not exactly dancing, but moving with her in the slightest. "So what are you actually here for? You aren't much for socialization so being here to...meet people doesn't sound all too legit." Her voice blurred in and out of the music, after his eardrums had been pretty much torn apart by concerts, but still could hear her. He looked away from her, around as if someone else was listening. No way did he want her to know, but hell. They weren't together. Couldn't hurt. But, still, she was tempting. "Ha. Uh," he started, trying to find another excuse. It was another verse in the background music he wasn't paying attention to before looking back at her. Wasn't that easy to lie straight to her face. He stepped closer to her, closing space between them, and eliminating anyone listening in. Who would be? No one, but it was an excuse to be nearer to her. "Don't know if you want to know that.." He said by her ear, so he didn't have to talk over the music. "I can't just show up to a party for some fun?" He said, somewhat sarcastically.  POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM PARAMORE WEARING THIS
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Post by genevieve on Oct 25, 2010 20:35:58 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR"Sounds just like you." He smirked and she glared somewhat playfully. "Like you'd remember anything. I'm surprised you're still functioning." She crossed her arms and shook her head. She wasn't specifically talking about the reason they broke up but it was hinted at. She was just talking about his lifestyle in general, and to be honest by that standard it was somewhat surprising that she functioned too.
Her hand found his, and his smile faded slightly. She didn't take the lesser smile into account knowing in a few moments she'd be using the same charm she had before when she had the boy wrapped around her finger. It almost made her laugh out loud seeing she still could get him to follow but she kept the thought inside not wanting to jinks herself or become over confident, he didn't pull his hand from hers. why? written all over his face only made her grin. He didn't dance, he'd say all the time how people couldn't make him dance.He followed her, willingly, after looking back at her. Genevieve smiled as he stood there a bit awkwardly trying to figure out what to actually do.
He smirked in the slightest, encouraging it if anything. "Aye, I'm not complaining, I'm not gonna fuckin' dance, though.." He muttered, a chuckle escaping him - she could hear his voice by the closeness, a few inches more in distance and their voices would've been drowned out and neither of them would hear the voice of the other.
Her eyes scanned him ever so slowly before she took his hands and put them on her and he closed the gap between them, she was mentally scolding herself for choosing to do any of this, she didn't want their first meeting in forever to be a reward for all the shit he did to himself in their time. She wanted to punish him, make him realize how much all that had meant to her, how she worried for him but for some reason, here at the silly party she was happy to have him there and his hands on her hips. She danced, not caring if anybody watched. He moved with her in the slightest."Ha. Uh," he started, "Don't know if you want to know that.." He said by her ear, so he didn't have to talk over the music. "I can't just show up to a party for some fun?" He said, somewhat sarcastically. She leaned in so her lips were only a few centimeters away from his ear. "No, I probably shouldn't have asked, because most likely you're right and I don't want to know. And...No. That last statement sounds like you if...perhaps you're drunk out of your mind or so blazed you're seeing pink dancing dinosaurs."
She could feel eyes on her and she tilted her head to the left seeing a few high school boys looking all too excited to see her in the skimpy outfit she was wearing. She couldn't decide right off if she'd scare them off with an intimidating look or if she'd play it up and support their arousal. She decided it couldn't hurt, she locked eyes with the tallest of the three boys and licked her lips seductively.One's jaw dropped the other grabbed his jeans and darted off and the other stood there staring at her.
She giggled and buried her face in the nape of Zak's neck. The smell surprised her, he didn't smell like too much beer or a ridiculous amount of cologne, just skin. He smelled amazing,the tip of her nose brushed across a lock of his dark hair when she pulled herself up and created a gap between then about an inch wide staring at him for a moment before she let go of him and shook her head walking to the beverage table without a word. It was getting to her. This wasn't some warped time reality, this was the present. She wasn't supposed to be ok with him being there, him touching her, and especially not be the one to start anything more than a conversation.
She was pretty sure the last thing she said to him was "talk to me when you realize I'm more important than drugs" She grabbed a red cup, scooped up some of whatever was in the punch bowl, obviously spiked and downed the cup in a single drink. She dabbed the corners of her lips with the back of her index finger and stood there looking over her shoulder at the boy she left standing there.
"You alright baby?" A taller guy appeared behind her by the table. She nodded and looked away back down at the cup in her hand. "Wanna get out of here, head to my place for a while? My name is Austin." he spoke. His voice was sly and skeezy. She turned and glared at him, fully aware she looked pretty inciting. "Austin, sweetheart. You get girls by being a decent guy. Not trying to get into their pants. Fuck off."
Any other night she might've given the guy a second glance and maybe even taken him up on the offer. He was attractive, pretty well built and didn't smell of stale beer. But just the fact that he was looking at her made her want to shove a spoon down his throat. When he followed her to the other side of the table she clinched her jaw. "Dude. Really. Leave me the fuck alone." She walked away from the guy and looked back out to see Zak had already migrated away from the spot she'd left him, near the wall now. She thought to herself, "I'm sorry" but she was at a loss for words she could say outloud.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 25, 2010 22:26:23 GMT -5
No, I probably shouldn't have asked, because most likely you're right and I don't want to know. And...No. That last statement sounds like you if...perhaps you're drunk out of your mind or so blazed you're seeing pink dancing dinosaurs." Zak huffed out a laugh. He wasn't drunk, and wasn't sure if he even planned on getting so. Maybe. He was just going to let the night's events take place on their own, maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. He knew if Trey was there, probably. Blazed? Yeah, he was kinda.. sorta a bag head. Ha, understatement of the year. But he wasn't hallucinating out of his mind. After taking that simple dose earlier though, he was yearning for more. More than he wanted the killer in front of him? That was hard to say. Offered her or another god damn dose of it, he would be at a draw. With how she was on him, her, but damn it was so tempting.. Either way, he wasn't being offered it, this wasn't a big deal. Still some euphoria seeping in his veins. He was unstoppable, but still, the nights made him dizzy. He didn't want to blame the drug for that one. The buzzing sound wasn't coming from his own head, was it? Her actions towards the guys off the dance floor made him actually let out, a real laugh. What the hell was that? He hadn't really found much funny lately. Well, maybe he had. He didn't remember yesterday, maybe he had. Today, he was just deep enough to feel normal, at least. His doses were less to get that upper he needed now; they were more just to feel normal. Staying away from the sickness. He didn't feel jealous at her actions, he didn't need to. Hey, they might be checking her out, but guess who she was dancing with? He relaxed when she pushed her head into his neck. Whatever that night's dose had done for him, she just might have doubled it. Might have. God, this sucked royally. He knew she was off limits. But no way in hell was he going to back away from her. So why was she doing this to him? Maybe she knew she had him, but he never had her. Yeah, it was Goliath's thorn in his side. He pressed let his chin rest on the top of her head for a second, before she pulled away. He let her, unwillingly, but did. What was he supposed to do, hold her there? It was his fault for the choices he made, and he still wasn't as remorseful as he should be. And, like it was supposed to be, she gave him a look. Okay, not just a look. That look. The one that said, Zak you're a fuck up. Zak, you will never be good enough. Zak, you're nothing to me. He almost said something, but there really was nothing he could to stop her. "Fuck, Vieve, wait-" He started, but she was already looking away. He stood there as she walked away, bullet to the stomach right there. He felt like an animal in his chest was growling, wanting to do something. With how much worse he'd gotten though - what were the chances? He remembered their last encounter. Not as pretty as this one. Drop the drugs of he's dropped. And guess what he couldn't do? If he'd known the shit was going to take over, he would have never taken it. But odds are, he'd probably be just as addicted to something else if he hadn't. It was a moment before he finally made his way off the "dance floor" of the house, dumbfounded. He grabbed his drink off the table he left it off, taking a big gulp, wondering if staying the night was worth it with her here. Looked like he could make a pretty good profit, especially with the texts he was getting but it didn't seem worth it to him. Maybe he could just use it all himself. Fuck, he needed to get this off his mind. He ground his teeth slightly, looking around the party, trying not to look at her. Trying.. Trying. Trying.. and? Failing. He chanced a look in her direction, to see some guy on her case. Immediately, he felt the hypothetical monster in his chest growling. Jealousy? No way. He felt his cup crumple beneath his finger's grip. He was mentally wishing a noose on the guy. He took a sip from his drink, looking away, images of the guy's skull bashed in not sufficing. Watching wouldn't fix anything. His friend across the room caught his eye, awesome distraction. He began to walk towards him, before stealing another glance at Vieve. No, this wasn't going to work. "Dude. Really. Leave me the fuck alone." He heard her say to him when he followed her. The need to see the guy dead in his grave shook Zak to his core. The guy was practically drooling over her. He wasn't going to just watch, not. Maybe it was the H making him react so irrationally, but he didn't try and control it. He stopped dead in his tracks, and walked past Vieve, at the guy. He got so close to the guy, the threat was almost audible. "She gotta say it more than once or do I gotta take care of you myself?!" He growled low, but he was so in-the-guy's face that he had to have heard it loud and clear. "Fuck OFF before I give you a real costume." His voice rose, shoving the guy hard. POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM VERSA MERGE WEARING THIS
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Post by genevieve on Oct 26, 2010 17:10:10 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRGenevieve licking her lips and causing the boys to have a moment made Zak laugh and his laugh made her smile. She hadn’t felt as continent with another person since Zak and she knew she probably wouldn’t ever so she quit expecting it a long time ago. With other guys she didn’t mind taking them to bed and leaving before their drunk asses were able to wake up. She usually left a fake phone number or note letting them know how they did, but usually it was a simple escape, no courtesy at all. Today, he was just deep enough to feel normal, at least. His doses were less to get that upper he needed now; they were more just to feel normal. Staying away from the sickness. He relaxed when she pushed her head into his neck. She felt the tension in his shoulders drop and his hands softened on her sides as well. His chin rested on the top of her head for a second, and she felt calm, collected and in a state of abstract perfection. That’s when she pulled away. That feeling was so unreal, but real all in one that it made her feel like she was faking it. Like there was some sort of lie going on that she couldn’t shake into a reality that made sense. He let her go and she almost wished he would’ve held her still.
"Fuck, Vieve, wait-" He started, but now that she was headed away she didn’t turn back around, not yet. With the asshole bugging her she’d almost wished she was carrying her usual switch blade. The girl was prepared to take care of herself, she wasn’t about to be anybody’s fucking damsel in distress. When the guy reached out and clasped his hand around her wrist it almost startled her to look up and see Zak already standing at her side. She hadn’t even seen him walk up. When he took a step towards this “Austin” fellow the guy let go and stood his ground ready to hear what this guy had to say.
Zak got right up in his face."She gotta say it more than once or do I gotta take care of you myself?!" He growled low, but he was so in-the-guy's face that he had to have heard it loud and clear."Fuck OFF before I give you a real costume." His voice rose, shoving the guy hard. It caught Vieve by surprise. “Zak!” The Austin guy tripped backwards over his own feet and landed in the center of a cookie table, sugary goods flying everywhere as he crashed and broke the table practically in half. Vieve grimaced and grabbed Zak’s arm dragging him away from the scene and up the steps of this house she’d never been in before. They passed a couple bedrooms where it was obvious things were “happening” and she spotted the sign on the door “Parent’s room OFF LIMITS” She shook her head and slipped into the room pulling Zak in closing the door behind them and flipping the lock. “Holy shit! What are you thinking!?” She huffed.
A part of her was being a ridiculously giddy girl, excited that she had a guy who’d stand up for her and she wouldn’t have to worry about it, but the other half was thinking, that guy was no pansy and they could’ve definitely just broke into a fight right there in the dining area of this girl Charlotte’s house. Zak, who most likely wasn’t completely sober COULD get hurt and she wasn’t okay with that. Somewhere in the mix of tugging him upstairs and leaving the guy by himself she had snagged her bag off the couch and now she stood with it draped across her shoulder. She kicked off her heels and stuffed them in the bag, pulling out a pair of light blue converse. She didn’t even say anything and it was obvious she didn’t care if he looked as she stripped in front of him, lulling clothes from her bag to change. She popped the striped jacket off revealing a strapless black lace bra and she wiggled out of her one piece, striped body piece revealing a matching black thong. She slipped a pair of short denim shorts on and buttoned the clasp before snagging a t-shirt from the bag and sliding it on over her torso. She threw a loose light blue long sleeved shirt on over that and rolled up the sleeves slipping her hand into a cluster of bracelets from the pocket on the side of her bag. She looked back at him once before cramming everything into the bag. She removed the white clusters of clip in hair and the miniature hat from atop her hair and shook it out letting her long natural dark hair cascade down over her shoulders and with a couple dedicated rubs she got the thick black make up and dark red lipstick off. Completely changed she slung the bag onto the bed in the room and sat down on the edge of it. “You’re not leaving this room until that guy is gone, and I’m texting the hostess now to make sure he’s gone.” She said it confidently. “I’m not letting you get your face beat in, or letting you beat in somebody else’s face, not tonight…….”her words faded off slowly and the last thing she said was almost inaudible, “but..thanks.”
She didn’t know how to respond to anything now, she was the one who walked away from him just when things were getting good, now they were locked in a room together, also her doing. The poor kid was probably so confused on mixed signals it was driving him nuts, but that’s what girls do when they’re emotionally unstable. Genevieve looked at him and sighed, patting the spot next to her on the bed. “it might be a while, and we’re stuck with one another..you might as well take a seat..” she said softly.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 27, 2010 19:42:37 GMT -5
The fact that the guy had fallen farther than he'd anticipated didn't phase him - other than amusement. He wasn't satisfied though. The guy was grabbing at her wrist. Maybe she wasn't his, but he would die before he willingly let that guy take even another glance at her. Of course Zak wasn't the only guy in Vieve's life, obviously. It'd been what seemed like ages since they were together, but seeing another guy even smile at her brought a fire, and all of hell behind it. He was fine until he saw it, then it was out of the ball park. He hoped the guy was hurt. Cookies and brownies fell with "Austin" - though he didn't know his name, and didn't care. The sound made people all around the room turn and stare, some people backing away not wanting to get into the middle of what could be a fight, others scooting closer to get a hint of the action to see what the hell was going on, and spread the word. He wasn't even aware of people looking. He was so focused on the guy, he didn't even hear Genevieve yell his name. "Don't you ever fucking lay a god damn hand on her you fucking prick or I'll f-.." He was yelling at the guy, walking at him to make the damages worse. "Austin"'s face looked a mix between horrified and pissed off, getting up. It was Vieve's hand that stopped his ranting, and brought him down to earth. Well, not entirely. She pulled on him, making him stumble back slightly, unexpected. He could have held his ground and continued to make things worse, but no. He hadn't even turned around to see it was Vieve, but he recognized her touch. Still, the monster was eating at his mind. "..fucking bury you!" He continued to cuss at the guy, walking backwards as Vieve pulled him. "Watch your mother fucking back, piece of shit!" The last thing he got out as the guy was standing up. He walked backwards for a moment more before turning and following Genevieve, cussing the guy out still under his breathe. Anger management much? Yeah, he had problems he needed to fix. He didn't get angry often, but when he did, it really poured out. Not only would he be angry at whatever was pissing him off, but all things that had ticked him off that day or week would pour out into the moment. He got into fights often, one of the reasons he was kicked out of high school - being the guy who was notorious for fights. Well, not just that. Escorted out of your class by a policeman wasn't the greatest way to impress the school. Luckily, he wasn't out to impress. Still, he never went back after that. His mind was still spinning with rage at the guy, he wasn't paying much attention to where they were going. He saw the doors they sped-walked past, but didn't take in the images. Yelling and cursing came from the room they'd just left, as well as laughter from other rooms and music still blasting from the party, the smell of beer and smoke lacing choking out oxygen; something he was so used to now that it seemed more normal than fresh air. He didn't protest, just followed her for his own good. He knew if he were back there, he'd be punching the guy's face in. Still too out of it to pay attention to where they were going, he paced the room when she locked them in. He was still blind in the rage. "..piece of shit trash.." He muttered, shaking his head fast. He rubbed his right hand - still balled up in a fist. With all the music muffled though, and the crowd gone, he began thinking clearer. Or at least calming down, to some extent. He paced to get rid of the energy as she changed, still randomly cussing. It wasn't easy to get out of the state of mind. As his mind cleared, the antsy didn't. He breathed deeply, walking back and forth, slowing down a bit. He felt his heart beating in his chest heavily, as if his heart was tired. Looking across the room, it seemed farther away. Shit. He felt the upper's effects wearing down slowly. It was still there, but for how long? He wondered what he had with him. He just grabbed whatever there was left to sell or pass out from him and a friend's stash: just a bunch of pills. Xanax and Oxycontin, and he wasn't going to pop pills right in front of her. But the thought of the withdrawals was already freaking him out. Just don't think about it. He urged himself. He was so distracted, he almost didn't realize until he glanced over that she was changing. He averted his eyes, not as quickly as he should have. Hey, he was a guy. But knowing they weren't together, he did try not to. If it were anyone else, maybe he wouldn't have given the same amount of respect, but they had a history. He saw her differently than most. Bust still, he couldn't help but sneak a second glance. He was calming down quickly, thanks to the distraction of his energy fading. "..Well you came prepared," he commented when she began stuffing her Halloween clothes back. How was it possible for her to switch so fast and still look so good? He stopped pacing, releasing the fist he'd made and letting his muscles relax a bit, though he still felt tense. His mind briefly went back to the room where he'd shoved the guy, Austin or whatever his face was, when she mentioned it. “You’re not leaving this room until that guy is gone, and I’m texting the hostess now to make sure he’s gone.” She spoke, obviously confident in her words - and seemed like she meant it. He rolled his eyes as if to say 'of course', but not genuinely as pissed off. He looked back at the door. "Wasn't going to kill the guy or anything, he was a fucking sick shit, even I saw it. You don't have to, it's fine." Truth was, the guy was probably an alright person, but Zak didn't care. He tried to make a move on her, so he was liable as dead shit in his mind. "He was trying to grab you!" He said, looking back at her fiercely, trying to back up his actions. Honestly the guy wasn't trying to pick her up and carry her away, just pull her closer. But in Zak's mind, it was different. “I’m not letting you get your face beat in, or letting you beat in somebody else’s face, not tonight…….” He exhaled heavily at her words. Somehow it felt good that she cared not to see him get hurt, but in the back of his mind, he wished he would have stayed to take a swing. He almost didn't catch the "..but thanks." that she hung off the end of her words. He looked back at her, feeling the corner of his lip tug into a wanting-to-be smile, but fade quickly. It still somewhat lingered, but he didn't want to show it. He wasn't sure how to respond to the gratitude. “it might be a while, and we’re stuck with one another..you might as well take a seat..” For a second, he wondered if she was serious. The suggestion seemed so far away from his limits, after earlier, leaving him standing there. He wanted to, yeah, but was it even okay? Sure, she had requested it. But with all the signals she was sending now, he wondered if maybe he had taken a hit to the head. Of course, this wasn't new. He'd been given on and off signals by her before. It was like one second, she wanted this, the next, she wanted the opposite - and this was one of those times. So what was the limit? That was a good question, but with no answer, he looked back the the door as if there was going to be an answer carved into the wood before walking over, and sitting by her, turned partially to face her. "You're not gunna walk away this time right?" He asked, joking but with a hint of reality to it. "I'm getting whiplash from these sudden personality switches.." His voice was somewhat taunting, the smirk that hinted depleting. He wanted to say to lie and say he was getting better, but still, how was he going to lie to her? "I've been getting better, sort of. I'm working on it, at least got a job?" He said, voice still low, and leaned closer to her, as if they were still in the room blasting music. "Besides, it's not that bad.." he spoke trying to convince her. It wasn't a lie, for him. Yeah, it was bad. But he didn't believe it was. POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM THE TV? WEARING THISTotally did nooot mean for it to come out this long. Hope I gave you enough to respond to, I'll try to cut them shorter xD
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Post by genevieve on Oct 27, 2010 20:39:28 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR"Don't you ever fucking lay a god damn hand on her you fucking prick or I'll f-.." He was yelling at the guy, walking at him and Vieve knew he was planning on doing more to the guy. Sure he was an asshole but Zak saw it as he had just committed the biggest crime possible and he was going to make him pay. The guy began to get up and it was obvious there was going to be a fight. She shook her head quickly and grabbed hold of him, making a tight grip on him as she tugged him backwards into the crowd to lose the guy. She had learned through the years of partying and concerts how to lose people purposefully in a crowd and at this point she was happy she could."..fucking bury you!" He continued to cuss at the guy, walking backwards as Genevieve pulled him. “Shut up Zak. Please. Just hush.” She said tugging him harder. It was actually kind of impressive how well he stayed upright as she forced him backwards. "Watch your mother fucking back, piece of shit!" Zak hollered over the people all staring at him.
He averted his eyes, which actually kind of surprised her. It wasn’t like she even cared if he saw, nothing he hadn’t seen before. The fact that she just dropped everything in front of him showed a certain reluctance. She didn’t have to hide who she was because he already knew the real her. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to actually hurt her and she felt safe with him at all times. "..Well you came prepared," he commented when she began stuffing her Halloween clothes back into her bag. She kind of chuckled, “Never know when you need to make a quick get away.” She nodded as if to agree with herself. When he started to speak again he looked away from her, staring at the door."Wasn't going to kill the guy or anything, he was a fucking sick shit, even I saw it. You don't have to, it's fine." She sighed and shook her head. “You weren’t going to back down until he was knocked out though, or at least was spitting blood and teeth. I could see he was an ass, But I wasn’t going to go pummel him like someone I know.” "He was trying to grab you!" He breathed, looking back at her fiercely, trying to back up his actions. She shook her head. “Zak do you realize I get grabbed on a daily basis? I walk downtown by myself…it happens pretty damn regularly. I carry a switchblade to take care of myself if it becomes necessary but it happens all the time.” Her eyes shifted downward. “That guy could’ve come prepared too. What if he had actually gotten a few swipes in and actually hurt you? I couldn’t live with myself knowing you were hurt, fighting over me, Especially when I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.” She huffed a breath and cradled her head in her hands. “I appreciate it, defending me..it’s NOT a common thing for someone to look out for me…but still.”
the silence became over powering and Vieve offered him a seat next to her, his lips that had formed a somewhat crooked smile faded as he slowly sat down and turned to face her. "You're not gunna walk away this time right?" He asked. It was obvious she’d hurt him moments ago and she knew it. She sighed and shook her head. He continued, but added a small smirk to make her feel a bit better. "I'm getting whiplash from these sudden personality switches.." His voice was somewhat taunting, the smirk that hinted depleting. She scooted back and climbed up on the bed sitting with her legs criss-cross. “I’m sorry..” she started. “I just felt…” she didn’t know how to say it without sounding pathetic. She didn’t want to lose her “I’m a bad-ass exterior”. There was no avoiding It though. “I felt too comfortable, and after everything I felt like I was being an idiot for letting myself open up again.” She looked away from him as she spoke, holding her arms in a fold across her chest,
”You mean a lot to me and I couldn’t let you get to comfortable too.” She then realized she didn’t put “mean” into the past tense. She had intended to say “”meant” and at that moment her cheeks flushed pink. "I've been getting better, sort of. I'm working on it, at least got a job?" He said, voice still low, and leaned closer to her, "Besides, it's not that bad.." he spoke trying to convince her. “That’s good! You’ve got a job, that’s very good. A regular income,” she smiled a little but her lips somewhat dropped when he added the last bit. “Any of it, when in addiction form is bad Zak. You’re just ruining yourself..”
She placed a set of dainty fingers on his shoulder. “ I-.. I… don’t get how you chose drugs over me. The addiction, yeah yeah..i know..but…a bag of drugs can’t kiss you back. A bag of drugs can’t talk to you, and care about you the way I could have..” She didn’t look up the entire time. It had been nearly a year and she felt like she was back at his place sitting on his couch giving him the option of her or drugs all over again. When he couldn’t pick she chose for him, saying she was gone because if he didn’t think she was more important, right away given the choice he wasn’t worth it. Sure…she didn’t really believe that..but she had to make him think so.
It felt weird, being alone with him. It felt like no time had passed but at the same time like it had been forever. Her emotions latched on like they had seen each other yesterday and everything had been fine. Her caramel brown eyes locked with the hazely greenish-grey of his and she touched his hand. “I’m sorry for walking away..it was just so heavy all at once.” She added, apologizing again.
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Post by zakfox on Oct 28, 2010 0:33:00 GMT -5
The fact that she could say she'd been grabbed on a daily basis - well, to put it simple, made the fire spark in him. He didn't wanna even hear it. Somehow it was funny, not to him, but the situation. They hadn't been together, yet still, he felt the need to keep others from her. It was unhealthy, yeah, but luckily, this was the first time he'd seen her in awhile. But the fact that seeing her after this long and still feeling that protective, it was difficult. He wasn't used to defending another person. Hell, he could care less about most people. Didn't give a shit. Closed all doors to anyone; and since she managed to get under his skin, it was hard to let her go. Thanks to the drugs, he stowed away any feeling of loss. Never got much upset about the situation except for when they actually had broken up, then the sober moments were rare. The drugs kept him going, without them? He would be one messed up guy. He was happy with the drugs. He was happy, right? They made him feel so damn good. But every rock that came in his way was stuck in the back of his mind. So her presence again was just as fresh to him, because he never let go. Didn't want to. Still that protectiveness remained, and he didn't even give the thought that the guy could have been armed or anything. Vieve was right, he would not have been satisfied until the guy was out cold. Or, worse. Dead was an extreme, but if no one stopped him, Zak would keep punching until he calmed down, and that was normally awhile. He'd punched plenty of guys out before, never further. But even then, with all the enemies he'd made, especially through drug dealing, he kept a gun by his bed. Sometimes carried it around when he thought it was necessary, but at a Halloween party? Definitely not. He listened to her - yeah, listened, not something he did a lot. He actually wanted to hear her, though. She scooted further onto the bed, criss-cross legged, and he turned more to follow after her. He hadn't taken in the surroundings yet, not realizing it was the master bedroom. “I’m sorry..I just felt… I felt too comfortable, and after everything I felt like I was being an idiot for letting myself open up again.” She spoke, he could tell she was thinking what she wanted to say through. He rubbed the side of his head, taking in her meaning. He understood, knowing she didn't want to open up to him. He didn't blame her, really, after being a worthless street-trash drug addict. Okay, that was harsh. True, but still. Zak didn't think of himself that bad, though he knew in the back of his head, he was a pretty terrible low life. But, maybe he wasn't. Maybe it was just the whole world was, it just depended on what you perceived as "bad". Excuses, excuses. ”You mean a lot to me and I couldn’t let you get to comfortable too.” She had added, further explaining. His expression changed to a mix of surprised, and "I knew it". A smug grin, but still. She had said you mean a lot, meaning, she still cared? Well, that was starting to become apparent that she still at least felt something, but he wasn't sure how much. In a weird way, he didn't want to know, but at the same time, curiosity killed the damn cat. “That’s good! You’ve got a job, that’s very good. A regular income.. ..Any of it, when in addiction form is bad Zak. You’re just ruining yourself..” She responded to him. The job part didn't seem to succeed the addiction, still. He felt like he should deny that it was an addiction, though he knew damn well it was. He didn't want to say it, though. He hated the stuff, so didn't it make him a prisoner to it? "I'm not dying, I'm fine - shit, if anything, I think it's helped me. The worst thing that's come out of it is.." Okay, maybe a bad idea to go into it. The busted vein might night be the greatest thing to bring up. He pretty much eliminated one of the veins on his right arm from the use, but that wasn't even the worst. Obviously, the worst was losing her. ".. Uhh. Well, I don't know, other than losing you? Not a whole lot." He said somewhat reluctantly. Maybe it would just me best to leave that whole vein issue out of the equation. He was going to continue, but she took her turn. “ I-.. I… don’t get how you chose drugs over me. The addiction, yeah yeah..i know..but…a bag of drugs can’t kiss you back. A bag of drugs can’t talk to you, and care about you the way I could have..” Stabbed. The words each plucked a string. He couldn't meet her eyes, and see the disappointment. He didn't believe it was that horrible, but imagining how it would have been with her, how they'd be now if she hadn't dropped him. It was dangerous waters. Again, he was struck without anything to say. Why was he not thinking? He was mentally cursing the situation over and over again, but couldn't wish that it didn't happen. He didn't look back at her, for fear of seeing all the damages he'd done on her, until she touched his hand. He met her eyes, feeling the uppers fading even further. He stammered for a moment, before finally being able to speak. "..I tried, I swear.." He said through clenched teeth. You weren't put on the spot until you were staring into her eyes, and then, it was like the world was watching you. "It's not that easy, as just dropping it, I can't just say I'm done. If I could do that I would have, I promise you, a'right?" He said. That was true, he had tried a few times, but those tries didn't last long. Longest he'd gone was four days. Lately, the longest he'd go is twelve hours. And even that was hard. "Its not about the high, its about not fucking dying, If I don't take it I feel like I'm ff.." He stopped halfway through his words, shaking his head. “I’m sorry for walking away..it was just so heavy all at once.” He wasn't the kind of guy to open up, and even though it was easier to talk to her, even this was going to far. He studied her face for a moment, before exhaling heavily. ".. I.. Don't know, if.. You know. If it's that important, I could try again.. and cut it off for good." He spoke, feeling his mind screaming no at him. He knew it couldn't be done, but.. He was willing to at least try. He couldn't think about it. "..I mean a lot, or I meant a lot?" He asked, still the smug grin on. POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM THE TV? WEARING THISsweet :D Idk if this is good, because I'm half awake.. hopefully it is xD
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Post by genevieve on Oct 31, 2010 16:15:04 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR"I'm not dying, I'm fine - shit, if anything, I think it's helped me. The worst thing that's come out of it is.." He started to speak and act as if it was no big deal which made her glare at him. She shook her head and folded her arms roughly across her bust. That sentence made her cringe. “No. Zak…It hasn’t helped you. “ She couldn’t say anything else. She just sat there. He started to speak again ".. Uhh. Well, I don't know, other than losing you? Not a whole lot." He said somewhat reluctantly. Her small fists balled up. “How bout the fact that you can’t honestly tell someone what the world looks like sober?” She sighed. “I bet you’re on drugs right now, tomorrow morning you’ll wake up and I’ll just be a bad dream that came to haunt you off a bad trip.” She kept going, getting more upset as she went until she slowed down and her words became serious and sparse. His eyes darted downward and he stopped looking. He looked disappointed and at first she wasn’t sure if that was the actual expression or if he was mad. He stammered for a moment, before finally being able to speak. "..I tried, I swear.." He said through clenched teeth. She slid off the other side of the bed and covered her eyes pacing back and forth. She sighed and took her hands down. Her eyes slightly red but not watery. She refused to cry, it wasn’t in her anymore to give that much emotion. She didn’t say anything, what was there to say? "It's not that easy, as just dropping it, I can't just say I'm done. If I could do that I would have, I promise you, a'right?" He said.
That was true, he had tried a few times, but those tries didn't last long. She had been so proud of him as he went without it for a while. She’d take him out to celebrate and the next thing she knew he’d walk in and be so blasted she couldn’t even get him to blink. "Its not about the high, its about not fucking dying, If I don't take it I feel like I'm ff.." He stopped halfway through his words, shaking his head. She finally looked at him. “That’s where the problem lies. You feel differently. If It’s not about the high….then quit. People all over the fucking world live without it and sure everybody has bad days but they aren’t unbearable, they won’t fucking kill you. You say it’s about not dying? Well you’re only pushing yourself further into an early grave. What if you bust a vein, you’re no damn doctor, What if you get a bad batch of needles and inject yourself with tetanus or something. You could DIE.”
She was so aggravated her entire little body was shaking they lingered in silence for about three entire minutes. Those minutes felt like hours. She sat down on the floor bringing her thin knees to meet her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She looked up, her head tilted slightly to the left and stared at him. He studied her face for a moment, before exhaling heavily.".. I.. Don't know, if.. You know. If it's that important, I could try again.. and cut it off for good." He had a slight grimace on his face as he said it. She shook her head. “It is that important. But don’t. I don’t want to get excited for something that won’t happen.” The way she said it was harsh, sure, but she was serious. She didn’t want to get her hopes up all over again for something that she knew wouldn’t end in a good way. She sighed, and closed her mouth."..I mean a lot, or I meant a lot?" He asked, a small hesitant smug grin on his lips. She huffed a breath. “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that part.” There was a small twinkle in her own eye as she looked at him from the corners of her hazely-brown orbs.
She couldn’t stay put in any one location long. Not with all the thoughts rushing through her head. She climbed back up on the bed and slipped into a hug with him, moving his arms and putting them around her middle as she took him into a simple yet strong embrace. It was said with affection and a hint of playfulness but she spoke directly to his ear and it was still a sad tone. “Why do you have to be such a stubborn ass?”
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Post by zakfox on Nov 4, 2010 0:57:20 GMT -5
“No. Zak…It hasn’t helped you. “ Zak had to disagree. Well, being an addict, of course he'd disagree. He'd never admit to himself the damage he'd done. When she brought up the whole bust-a-vein thing, the best he could do was ignore it. Why? Because it'd already happened. He didn't see that as a Heroin problem, he just saw that as a mistake. But the thing had been so weak anyways, that now he injected elsewhere - other arm, neck, leg, hell. Anywhere really worked. Between toes and fingers even. No, only time he'd done that was when a friend dared him to. Didn't make a difference though, the high was still just as amazing. Not that they were as great anymore - still amazing, but now he really just felt normal with it. “How bout the fact that you can’t honestly tell someone what the world looks like sober?” He didn't answer, didn't want to answer. “I bet you’re on drugs right now, tomorrow morning you’ll wake up and I’ll just be a bad dream that came to haunt you off a bad trip.” "Bad trip, don't think so, maybe a good one." He laughed. Yeah, he was. Sort of. He was coming down pretty hard, things were beginning to feel too real. He didn't like it. But she was there. And, she didn't seem real. That was enough alternate-universe for him. But in the long run, would it be? He'd just return back to the big H. He found it hard to look at her when she was pacing, especially when she looked up - eyes red. Was she crying? “That’s where the problem lies. You feel differently. If It’s not about the high….then quit. People all over the fucking world live without it and sure everybody has bad days but they aren’t unbearable, they won’t fucking kill you. You say it’s about not dying? Well you’re only pushing yourself further into an early grave. What if you bust a vein, you’re no damn doctor, What if you get a bad batch of needles and inject yourself with tetanus or something. You could DIE.” He listened - something he often didn't do. Even for her, maybe he hadn't listened enough. She was right. Damn her for being right, but she was. She stood there for what seemed like forever, and was probably only a few minutes - looking upset and at her end with him. He wanted to get up and put his arms around her, something, but with where they were, he wasn't sure if it was even okay. He had to relieve the moment somehow. "You're smarter than I give you credit for." He said, jokingly but serious, in attempt to relieve the severity of her words. He didn't like to face the truth, and even if he joked back at her - everything she said was still sinking in, where he couldn't hide from it, especially sober. He found himself looking down at his hands, distractedly, trying to hide from the truth she'd thrown at him. “It is that important. But don’t. I don’t want to get excited for something that won’t happen.” Ouch, that one hurt. But, at least she could see through him better than he could even. Finally, it seemed over when she spoke again. “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that part.” He grinned bigger - yeah, he was smiling. That was weird. Especially coming from him. Wasn't a big smiling-type-guy, but she pulled it out of him. "Ha, see? I'm listening, a point for me." He said, looking back at her hazel eyes as she walked back over and crawled on the bed. He wasn't expecting a hug, or even a smile from her. The whiplash was even worse this time, haha. “Why do you have to be such a stubborn ass?” He chuckled as she spoke into his ear. He put one arm around her torso, pulling her close. "I was gunna ask you the same thing." He muttered, holding her there for a moment. Easier said than done, when it was not her but 'her'. "I guess that's our downfall. Hate to admit it, but I miss you more than ya know." He spoke low. "Still a fucking stunner, babe." He muttered as he pulled away. He looked at her, and the features on her face he'd already memorized a while back - he'd forgotten them in the time that they'd been away. Renewed, she looked even more shocking. "Not tryin'a be some sort of creep but damn the looks I was getting from people just being next to you, I thought I was gunna be stabbed." He said, pulling back that smile out of his pocket, trying just to make her laugh at least. He knew he was in the "bad" book - not just for her, for most people. But he did somehow want to fix it. "I'm not lying, I mean, honest I suck at staying sober but. You know, rehab and shit.." He trailed his words, almost hoping the rehab part wouldn't be part of the conversation. He didn't have a desire to go to rehab.. at all. But with her in mind, maybe he could force himself. As long as he knew she'd be there to come back to. POST FOR GENEVIEVE MCCALDWELL MUSE FROM THE TV? WEARING THISlate! -runs to bed-
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Post by genevieve on Nov 5, 2010 19:06:34 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR"Bad trip, don't think so, maybe a good one." He laughed. She glared at him, and shook her head. "I don't think you should be laughing right now." She said with a straight face. "pssh, You may not remember this happened at all." her thin figure kept pacing. He found it hard to look at her when she was pacing, especially when she looked up - eyes red. She wanted him to look at her though. She wanted him...in part...to feel what she had felt. She continued on her little rant and he nodded actually paying attention which had her somewhat suprised. She slowed down and instead of being mad she just looked concerned. Upset, worried. He looked up and spoke, a small, noticable smirk playing on his lips. "You're smarter than I give you credit for." He said, jokingly but serious, in attempt to relieve the severity of her words. She pursed her lips. "Yeah yeah.You screwed up. I'm an effing Genius!" Her pursed lips had somewhat upturned corners. It was obvious he didn't like to face anger an dobvious she could hardly stay mad at him. He offered in a more serious tone to try again and quit.She just shot it down, telling him she knew it wouldn't happen and he looked down, somewhat disappointed.
He sheepishly brought up her slip-up in words about the word "mean" vs. "meant" and she blushed lightly as she responded. “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that part.” His lips broke out into a grin. When she blushed darker he grinned bigger. "Ha, see? I'm listening, a point for me." She glared at him but it was a soft, somewhat playful glare and she punched his arm. "You're a ass, ya know that?" She added looking away trying to hide the small smile. He watched her, looking back at her hazel eyes as she walked back over and crawled on the bed. When she hugged him he looked genuinely shocked and it took him a second to let it sink in before he hugged her back. She spoke directly into his ear and her words made him chuckle. “Why do you have to be such a stubborn ass?” He put one arm around her torso, pulling her close. "I was gunna ask you the same thing." He muttered, holding her there for a moment. She didn't pull away this time, instead she softly let her head touch his shoulder and she sat still.
The silence came back for a few split seconds before Zak started up. "I guess that's our downfall. Hate to admit it, but I miss you more than ya know." He spoke low. She listened but didn't respond. She pulled back just a tad, just enough to look at him while he spoke to her and when he looked her right in the eyes and said "Still a fucking stunner, babe." her lips couldn't hold a scowl, they fell into a grin that showed her white teeth and the red in her cheeks amplified as she listened to his voice."Not tryin'a be some sort of creep but damn the looks I was getting from people just being next to you, I thought I was gunna be stabbed." He said, her nose crinkled slightly as she giggled and shook her head. "You're such an ass. I hate that you can make me stop being mad at you with one damn sentence."He flip-flopped the topic once again, with her in a better mood the following dialogue was bound to be recieved better by the dark haired female. "I'm not lying, I mean, honest I suck at staying sober but. You know, rehab and shit.." She nodded. "You know...rehab wouldn't be that bad of an idea...but I know you better then that. How long would you last in rehab before saying "this shit sucks I'm going home."? I mean, even if you somehow managed to quit all the drugs, you'd get bored with rehab and quit going." She nodded, still slightly touching him, letting her hand linger on him after their hug. "And you suck at staying sober? Well...What if you stopped, and instead of having shitty days after stopping the next set of days was good? Like...you went on a date, or a get together of friends, or went to a workshop, or a show of some sort to keep your mind off of it. Went out to dinner every night so you wouldn't be home...tempted by it. What if..." she stopped herself before she got too deep into thought.
"Ok..this is far fetched but...what if you came and stayed with me for a couple weeks, gave me your house key so you couldn't get in to get your stash anyway, and just waded it out. We could start you a new addiction, but one that is more of a habbit. One that won't hurt you in the long run, like...obnoxious gum chewing, or maybe you took up like...a physical activity. I'd get you a punching bag and when the temptation of drugs got too intense you could take out all the frustration on an object that wouldn't hurt you and was perfectly legal..."
As she finished her sentence and awaited his response the moment was broken by loud BANG of the door springing open and slamming into the wall, the hinges of the door screetching with a loud awful noise as a couple too intwined in eachother's bodies to realize the room was occupied. They obviously had ignored the sign Charlotte added to the door as well. They hadn't even noticed Zak and Vieve sitting on the bed. Geneveive cleared her throat loudly. "AHEM! Please show off your goalee skills in your match of tonsil hockey a little less vigorously and OUT of the room?!" The couple stopped for a breif moment before shifting their eyes towards the two on the bed. Before even they had a chance to speak up a blonde stood in the door way cringing. "This is my PARENT'S room. GUYS PLEASE. EVERYBODY OUT!"
Genevieve nodded, must've been the hostess, Charlotte.
"Hey..Zak. Wanna get out of here? I've got plenty of food and I could use a drink...My own liquor, at my place.."
Notes:I feel like I rambled for eternity. BLEH sorry! If you'd like, we can end this one with your post, and can start elsewhere.(like her place if he accepts) Outfit |
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