Re: | ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ |

by Dark Fairytales 5/16/2010, 5:28 pm

Selia Kilendree
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So grab this statement and read between the lines
I'm walking on an edge that's how I stay alive
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Selia, startled, jumped from her seat and whipped around. "What?" she asked, confused.

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I need a fix now, the pills I have to take
It helps me live a lie and blinds all my Mistakes

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Character: Selia Kilendree
Lyrics :The Webs We Weave by Escape the Fate
Credit:I Made This Template
OOC:

by Crystal Aura 5/16/2010, 5:30 pm

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“My cat—he’s been acting like quite the vulgar, lately...” Her eyes were still restlessly scrutinizing the room. “...Protect your food.”

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Character; Irène McClinsey
OOC; I gotta go finish some homework. I'll be back on later. Regardless, I ask you to reply. Thanks.

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by Dark Fairytales 5/16/2010, 5:33 pm

Selia Kilendree
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So grab this statement and read between the lines
I'm walking on an edge that's how I stay alive
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Selia grabbed her food and scarfed it down before washing the plate and putting it away. "Protected, unless he can get into my stomach." she smiled.

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I need a fix now, the pills I have to take
It helps me live a lie and blinds all my Mistakes

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Character: Selia Kilendree
Lyrics :The Webs We Weave by Escape the Fate
Credit:I Made This Template
OOC: Alright

by **Komoda** 5/17/2010, 12:16 am

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When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I allowed a half irritated, half amused chuckle to slip from my lips, though my gaze primarily remained on the road. "I can assure you it's nothing to prioritize," I said, "I'm probably more predictable than you'd think. You could practically read my thoughts if you tried."

My eyes flicked into the mirror, studying her face for only a split second. She was such a frail, annoyingly sweet girl... It was a shame she had to get involved with me. I wondered what brought her here; of all places, why to Irene's creepy mansion? Her innocent mind would be corrupted soon enough, if it wasn't already. Despite my original intentions, I did somewhat care about her. She had a lot of potential beyond this place... But I couldn't allow myself to think about that. As wonderful as her tender lips felt against mine... I couldn't allow it to get to me. I knew that she could never be like one of those one night stand girls; I cared about her more than that already, as embarrassing as it was to admit. And that was why I had to distance myself from her again... No more kisses, no more blood, and hopefully no more of her at all once we got back. Any emotional attachment would be my downfall.

I snapped out of my thoughts, pulling my eyes back onto the road. I wondered what was provoking all these thoughts all of a sudden.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; Sorry, lol. The most adorable thing just happened in this drama I was watching, and with Oh! by Girls' Generation on replay all day, things are bound to get as mushy as his character will allow.

by Crystal Aura 5/17/2010, 6:35 am

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

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Broken Wings...

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“That’s not likely. I can’t believe you’re wondering how I can miss this, because your thoughts are practically neon words written on your forehead...” Her tone had a sharpened edge of mockery. “Suuuuure they are. But, however, it would be great to one day understand you and your impulsiveness... Your thoughts... It would be swee-eet.” She made the word sweet into two syllables. Bree flitted a glance out through the window, noticing they were drawing near to the mansion. “And Rocus, promise me that you won’t draw any lines, like I’ve suddenly developed the world’s worst case of BO, or something... You’re my confidant-type friend, after all... Do you really think I have already or will take the wraps off of the steaming pile of Fallen Angel crap? Do you think I’d clue anyone else into my insanity? You’re the only person, for knowing, that I’m comfortable with... For now.” As much as a part of her mind protested against it, she always spoke it, regardless of how controversial her thoughts were. That’s how she found herself anti-precocious. No wonder people thought she had the restless gene. She was barking mad and just plain immature. Her gaze plastered itself back onto his face.
The brims of her mouth curved upwards, slyly.
“I know... This is somewhat stupidity on my part.”
He already knows I’m braindead, a mousy voice wheezed in the back of her mind.
I don’t need to embrace that... If he knew the crazy things I’ve done...
And no, the craziest things she’d done did not involve a foreign pen-pal, wearing pyjamas in public, or extreme off-road. They involved much worse than all of that. “Well, going off topic, I hope we arrive in the nick of time... Or else I’ll never live down getting bitten, resulting in going for a little over-the-speed-limit joyride, resulting in my getting fired, resulting in my death. Yeah, I suppose my parents could kill me with instant noodles...” Bree finally started to question quizzically if Rocus was irritated by her country slangs. Well, if so, he was lucky she did not break out the ‘thinga mabobber’, or the ‘fangled dilly whopper’, or even the ‘dooma flatcher’ remark, yet.

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC: BO stands for body odor. XD

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by **Komoda** 5/19/2010, 4:37 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I cast her a sideways glance, not even bothering to hide my annoyance with her. Sometimes I truly didn't understand a word she said, no matter how hard I tried. Was it even possible for her to make sense?
"I'll get us back soon. You don't have to worry about your parents beating you with ramen..." I trailed off, focused on the road. I pressed my leather boot down onto the gas pedal, accelerating the vehicle forward. I could hear the truck coughing and wheezing, for it was quite a bit older than what I was used to. Regardless, I pushed it to its limit as I passed by the dreadfully slow drivers that were once in front of us.

Once we were ahead, I slowed the vehicle down a bit. My gaze drifted briefly to the stars to see them shining brilliantly against the lush sky. It was really true that the sky looked much more beautiful in the country side.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; Gotta watch Ninja Assassin. ^,^ Be back later.

by Crystal Aura 5/19/2010, 5:42 pm

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

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Her stomach instantly dropped. Rocus was clearly oblivious to the sudden bile rising in her throat, twisting in her guts. She just wanted to stuff herself in her car’s hood, and make it her permanent residence. She stared at it like it was Moses. But, then she blinked herself back to reality. “But, you’re not annoyed with me, are you?” she whispered wistfully, hoping he wouldn’t dodge the question this time, and at the same time trying to keep herself from acting all zombie-like and lobotomized, glaring at the hood. She gradually eased her gaze over to Rocus. By the looks of it, he was oblivious to everything—as his gaze drifted briefly in the sky’s direction. He had an admiring air. A soft smile abruptly meandered across the attenuated planes of her face, landing in her eyes. It was truly a marvellous sight. And then, at the speed rate of a Japanesse bullet train, she snapped her eyes back to the hood of the truck. “I mean... s’just...” She hesitated in the human way. “I’d allow you thinking that I’m crazy, sure, a few people outed me on that one... But don’t go thinking I’m some meathead with the IQ of a burnt pork chop... Being your friend isn’t the worst, most stupid thing I could do...”

But it’s, I guess...
The craziest thing I have ever done in my life...

She sighed inaudibly, and lowered her gaze to her hands, palms-up on her thighs. She noticed the mark on the back of her wrist that had once freaked her out, it looked like a splattered raindrop... Like a vein exploded in her wrist. She frowned uncharacteristically and shifted her glare back to the road ahead, not the hood, and not Rocus. She was surprised she could withstand both urges. She spent her life with people telling her to not worry her pretty head about crap. They obviously were people who didn’t know that sometimes you’re the dog, and sometimes you’re the hydrant. She was constantly the hydrant, these days. Especially, since she annoyed a ton of people. For her parents, it was popping gum. For her brother she liked to call ‘Jimbob’, it was pranks. For her friends, it was the restlessness—yeah, more ‘proof’. She could never be perfect in spite of her greatest attempts. If there was some sort of token of victory to be given out to the most annoying person in the world, she’d win hands down. She’d win easily, too—she’d win as swiftly as a fart in a hurricane. No contest.

Abruptly, her stomach growled. Her eyes bulged wide—she wasn’t that hungry. And that was a huge, deep, booming chime... Okay, that was probably her imagination going into overdrive, as always. But, seriously, she sounded like she was so hungry she could eat a scabby cat on toast. Particularly Irène’s. She explicitly hated on that one. Maybe not even the Cat Lady herself could tame it. Because not even one of the world’s finest animal whisperers Irène McClinsey could.

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC: Sorry for the huge reply.

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by **Komoda** 5/19/2010, 7:26 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I scowled, flicking my gaze disdainfully towards her face and then back onto the road again. "No," I huffed, "you're not annoying me. But for the record: being my 'friend' is the worst and stupidest thing you could ever do."

I considered ending the conversation right there. Maybe turning up the music louder, since the August Burns Red playing surprisingly softly in the background could easily drown her out. But we were nearly at the mansion, and I could deal with whatever sappy response she had to answer me with.

The truth was, I wasn't exactly lying when I told her she didn't annoy me. It was the things she said that annoyed me. She was way too open. I would prefer not knowing what she was thinking. And in fact, I'd probably prefer it if she'd just leave me alone. I needed time to think about what to do with this situation. I knew her secret and she knew mine... The ideal choice would be to kill her, but I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. God knows why I don't want to...

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 5/19/2010, 8:00 pm

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

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Bree furrowed her eyebrows.
How rude, she thought. Who turns up the music like that while having a conversation?
Peeved, she began to feel her blood burning in her face and neck. Inordinately irritated by him. Bree knew she had to keep these heated emotions bottled up. After all, when you intentionally or unintentionally fool with someone, things get hairy. And in Rocus’ case, she had to remind herself that anger is one letter short of danger. Plus, anger blows out the lamp of the mind, but spite itself is never lonely; envy always tags along, and that blows out the heart right out of your chest. “Rocus...” she said in a brittle tone of brooding resentment, drawing out the name, dramatizing it with ornamental outrage, scrutinizing his face, but letting it go. Her jaw tightened, eyebrows still mashed against each other, forehead still crumpled. The play of emotion in her face was unintelligible, even to herself. Her chest hurt hollowly. Like there was suddenly a hole punctured in.
She was reeling against the escape of her prohibited dream of giving Rocus a piece of her mind—the fact that she was a stellar pushover didn’t make her inferior, but she hadn’t really discovered exactly what did, just yet... That made her substandard, sure, but she refused to be referred as inferior to him... To anyone, really...

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC: Was distracted by HW.

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by **Komoda** 5/19/2010, 8:50 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I smirked with amusement, lowering the music down to the previous level. The redness of her face made my heartbeat quicken, probably because of her blood appeal. Most would be disgusted with themselves for feeling that way, but it was like a second nature for the members of my coven. No different than feeling your mouth water at the sight of a chocolate bar, or something equally normal.

I sighed roughly, remembering my manners as the song ended and radio commercials began. "Sorry; I liked that song," I mumbled, wincing at that unwanted word in the beginning of my sentence. "You were saying?"

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 5/19/2010, 9:07 pm

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

She did not appreciate each blistering tongue of flame licking through her veins. But, it was as though she’d gone from being tied to a stake as she burned, to gripping the stake to hold herself in the fire. She couldn’t let the rage go, and old habits die hard. “I was saying...” She was struggling to keep her voice in check. She tried to smile, but not easily falling into the old pattern. Bree knew she should’ve pressed her point long ago;
You’re mean and tight-arsed, Rocus. I’m sick and tired of you.
She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth curtly. “Shut your face, Rocus,” And twisted her head away briskly.

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC: Was distracted by HW.

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by **Komoda** 5/22/2010, 3:25 am

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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A chuckle escaped through my lips at the necessary sharpness of her words. "You're impossible," I murmured under my breath, turning the music back up again. We were nearly back at the mansion, meaning I was just inches away from being Bree-free. Hopefully that would be a good thing... No, not hopefully, it would be. I wasn't one to get lonely, and I'd surely to fine without her obnoxious blabbering.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; Sorry it took me so long. ._.

by Crystal Aura 5/23/2010, 12:33 pm

Breanne Rose
×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ×

So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

Hysterical laughter bubbled up in her throat; she swallowed it thoroughly, twisting the sound into a whimper. Her heart stopped it’s scared-rabbit patterning, at the very least. A deep-rooted instinct yelled;
Lemme at him! Let me choke him and gag him and slit him in half!
Ridiculous. She just wasn’t capable and she knew it. But perhaps she could do something as bad. Her brain raced through ideas, discarding each as fast as it came. The only one she entirely managed to pull into actual consideration was getting him fired... Until she began to wonder how. The voice in her head raised to a falsetto;

“Hey, Rocus, I was, like, wondering if you could maybe, y’know, help me with my work from college they sent me today? ‘Cause it’s math-ish, and you’re, like, Filipino, so I thought you’d be soooo good at kitesurfing because ya like mushroom soup...
Wait, what was I saying?—Oh, yeah! I need you to quit the intership.”

No way. That was just plain demented. Okay, so she wasn’t the brightest... But she also wasn’t some bubble-gum chewing blonde, nonetheless.

She rubbed her arms absently, tension strummed her nerves. College. Why did they doom her to this place, anyway? Anything was better than this...
College... heck, even high-school...
A memory dawned upon her; Her first day, the bell sounding, the hall erupting, kids jostling like salmon fighting their way upstream, carrying along anything in their path, engulfing her, a senior whacking into her, and muttering something about “standing in the middle of the hall,”... Waking up early forever, her mom always cooing something about “porridge is good for your brain to work throughout the school year, darling”... More like every mouthful of oatmeal forced down sank to the pit of her stomach and congealed to a lump of cement... She squeezed the awful memories out of her head instinctively.

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC:

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by **Komoda** 5/23/2010, 6:53 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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Hearing her whimper, I cocked an eyebrow, "What's the matter, Bree?" I asked tauntingly, "Ran out of words for once in your life?"

My full lips curved into a smirk of amusement as I watched her from the corner of my eye, while the other half of my gaze was focused on the road. I saw the looming mansion come into view, the darkness of it just barely contrasting with the deep navy of the sky. The lights appeared to still be lit, and I hoped that meant our hostess was still awake. It wouldn't be good for our reputation if we ended up waking her up, after all.

I couldn't believe it had only been a day since I came to this place... I already wanted to just pack my bags and leave. But I guess it was my own fault; had I not chosen Bree as my prey, she probably would have left me alone. Now I had to face the consequences of my actions and try to get what I could out of this internship, even though she was around.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; “Hey, Rocus, I was, like, wondering if you could maybe, y’know, help me with my work from college they sent me today? ‘Cause it’s math-ish, and you’re, like, Filipino"
Haha, I loved that. XD

by Crystal Aura 5/23/2010, 10:09 pm

Breanne Rose
×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ×

So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

Her jaw clenched, eyes giving off half-crazed sparks. Abruptly, the back of her wrist—with the odd mark—started to sting and tingle. Her gaze darted to it... And witnessed something similar to a first-degree burn, where the mark used to be. “Whoa,” she breathed to herself, wide-eyed. She stroked the redness. Had she hit herself somewhere? Did she get bit by a bug? She never remembered scratching her wrist... But then, right under her gaze, blisters began to appear, blazing through her epidermis, creating white spots... As if her skin was set on fire... Then, the weird burning began trivial destruction of the dermis skin layer. “R-Rocus...” She choked off. Her skin rippled, and the third layer of her skin started biting itself away. And now, she had a third-degree burn. Did everyone’s skin undergo combustion when they were angry? Her surroundings momentarily got hotter, as well. Every breath she breathed made her suddenly parched throat tighten even more. Before she could start seeing bone peeking through...
It all went away...

Her muscles bunched in impetuosity and fury, somewhat on instinct. She was delusional. What? Within the next year she’d wind up in a group home for unstable young people? Huh, at that, maybe Rocus should join her, the girl with paranoia and the boy with an antisocial behaviour disorder and, to top it off, bloodlust... Either putting their differences aside with time, or getting transferred to a place a hundred times worse for getting into fistfights, instead. “Rocus, just shut up... and on a similar note I must confess to you... I’ve had enough of you. You’re but a half-witted, heartless, soulless, brainless, imbecilic dipstick of a man. An abomination to all of the other mobsters out there. A living saphead... Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I guess it’s stress.” She flitted him a shrewd glance, blood thundering in her ears, slightly but surely drowning out her own words. “You know, stress; the confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it.”

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC:

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by Dark Fairytales 5/24/2010, 12:14 am

(RP anyone??)

by **Komoda** 5/24/2010, 1:00 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I sighed roughly, rolling my eyes scornfully. I wasn't sure whether her hatred towards me was a good or bad thing... After all, it was somewhat mutual. I could always find another blood supply, couldn't I? Worse comes to worst, there were many animals for me to go after. Surely there'd be new interns coming in, too. If they were females, that would make it all the easier.

"Well, I'm glad we're on the same page then, Bree," I spat, "you're nothing but a blood supply to me, and otherwise you're just a naive and obnoxious little girl. Go ahead and choke me; it'll give me an excuse to hit back."

A smug grin suddenly played across my lips, "Besides; remember your words? 'I’ll love you, no matter what' was what you told me. Whatever happened to that, huh?"

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 5/24/2010, 3:33 pm

Breanne Rose
×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ×

So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

“That was me before I grew up and stopped taking grief from guys like you,” Her gaze slanted away. “A tidal wave of reality swept down on me since then... And now I know that you will do nothing but leave me here to bear this existence alone...” She felt her eyes mist with tears. It’s like broad daylight never existed with her. As if nothing was there, at all... Except for a void. She was still clinging to the hopes that she wouldn’t cry. A bead of sweat trickled down her brow. Her mouth was stern, her jaw was locked. Her glare was frozen, and her face was hard. It was like she was trying to smother something lethal, lurking within. Concentrating like a surgeon would. She wasn’t sure what she was repressing so explicitly.

But then came words to her head—words that weren’t her own. Words that came out of her mouth undesirably; “My tale is harrowing, so I will try to be brief. I have no desire to inflict my unbearable misery on the unsuspecting soul who should bear witness to my dire plea for compassion and redemption...” Her eyes did not transpose to him once. “But, you are the only exception. You deserve to shoulder a burden much worse than antisocial behaviour and bloodlust. You aren’t merciful, you aren’t considerate... You are the vilest person I have ever met, in my life. You almost deserve death. And you don’t know what I’m capable of; you don’t know me. But I already know you. I have the upperhand and you don’t know it—no, you doubt it... You’re a sitting duck, and I’m about to squeeze the trigger in your direction if you don’t begin to watch yourself, hotshot.”

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC:

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by **Komoda** 5/24/2010, 8:22 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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The building harshness of her words struck me with shock, but I knew that this wasn't the first time she went on one of her "I hate Rocus, he's such a meanie, he should go jump in a river already" rants. I didn't take much of anything she said seriously; she was rather melodramatic when it came to these things.

I repressed a snicker. "Oh, I'm supposed to watch myself, am I?" I asked, sarcasm sizzling through my tone. "Well, although it's a possibility that you're really some hardcore assassin undercover, I think I'll take my chances. I'm pretty sure I can handle you."

My gaze darkened, eyes flicking away from the road momentarily to look at hers. "But don't think for a second that you know me. I'm less predictable than I appear."

With that, I jerked the truck to a halt. We were still a good few miles away from the mansion when I completely shut off all the lights on the vehicle. It was hard to see anything but the faint silhouettes the moon, along with the distant light of our hostess' house, created. It was time to regain control.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; Sorry, I can only do this reply then I have to do homework. Also, my dad's in the hospital, so I don't know what's going on right now.

by Crystal Aura 5/24/2010, 9:00 pm

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

A bubble of sound built in her chest, her lips pulled back of their own accord to leave her teeth bared, her nostrils flared, and abruptly, the rising sound ripped it’s way up her throat and out. Her eyes still swam in tears. For a second, she heard at least a thousand voices reverberate, as though they came straight from a bottomless abyss, all screeching the very same thing in synchronization; “As long as the lightning shall flash, the thunder shall roll, thy penance shall be eternal. Close your eyes, and see to what thou art destined!” She squeezed her eyes to a close. What’s happening?
Behind her lids, she saw nothing but blackness... But only one familiar voice was heard; “Thou art the thousandth soul I have condemned.”
Condemned? she thought. Why condemn me? Why me, when the dude that is right beside me deserves to rot in *heck* more than I will ever?
But the voice was gone. The others, too. She felt herself stuttering in inhuman movements, and willed her eyes to open themselves. She looked down at herself, her body was moving like she was but a projector’s image, and the projector was losing hold. It took her a second to realize her skin was actually rippling. There was a beat of silence. There was a savage growl. Hers. It had to be.
“Rocus! Start the truck! I’m already ticked off enough!” She didn’t care her skin was rippling like a flag in the turbulent wind. It was all in her head. She was delusional. The voices, the images... They were just her imagination. It was the only explanation. This was impossible. Or was it?

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC:

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by Dark Fairytales 5/24/2010, 10:48 pm

(...Anyone?)

by **Komoda** 5/26/2010, 8:39 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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"Awww..." I murmured in the mocking voice that one would normally only use when talking to an animal or child. "Why? Is Bree afraid of the dark?"

I cackled in a casual way, throwing my head up, my features concealed in the darkness. "Nah, I'm not going to start up the truck. I think you're back talking to me a little too much for my liking. I want to remind you that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want. You understand? Because if you honestly want me to, I'd willingly give you an example if that'll help you comprehend the situation even more. Although, you're helpless enough as it is... So I'd suggest you just shut your trap until I decide when we go."

I was being ridiculously cocky and arrogant; I knew that quite well. But what was the worst Bree could do? Slap me?

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; I have a thing for over confident guys. Rolling Eyes

by Crystal Aura 5/26/2010, 8:55 pm

({ I had no idea you replied! I'll make this quick -- I only have 5 minutes! D: })

by Crystal Aura 5/26/2010, 9:30 pm

Breanne Rose
×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ× ×ღ×

So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

_*_

She made a guttural growling sound and fanned herself with her hand. It was just too warm. She imagined feeling the coldness emanating from Rocus’ aura. That made her feel better. Icy coolness. She could abruptly could smell a sweet aroma. She wrinkled her nose—it was her perfume. She thought it was wearing off, before. Weird. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re wrong...” she moaned, her tone was bitter. She was tired of fighting with him. He was just too cocky. She looked at him incredulously.
“Because I’m not helpless.”
Her chest tightened, her eyebrows furrowed. She glared at the bobble-head on the dashboard—she remembered buying it because she thought it looked exactly like her brother. Every day, she’d make the head jiggle with her finger and laugh her silvery laugh. Abruptly, the head underwent combustion like a bombshell. It was all so fast, the shattering sound making her jump up from her seat, her heart kicking into sixth gear. “What the—!?” The body was subjected to a tiny flame, but she was too scared to blow on it. The head was on her lap, ragged and tattered and burned. She picked it up anxiously and tossed it out the window. She probably looked like her thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war, not the fact that she imagined her bobble-head blowing up. But she didn’t imagine it... Who knows? She didn’t know what was real or not, anymore. Instantaneously, the head reappeared on the doll, like nothing even happened. Her eyes bulged wide. What...? Was all of that a hallucination?
Her brow twitched in fury. That was it. She’s had enough. Rocus was turning her into a mental patient. Her left hand clenched into a fist, her right digging into her jean’s pocket for something... She pulled out a wee box, and out of that pulled out a small roll of finely cut tobacco, she wedged it between her lips. Reaching further into the pocket, her fingers clasped around a lighter. It took her a few tries for the cigarette to light, but when it did, she dragged on it for a while, then coughed a bit. She blew out smoke, then tried to make perfect smoke rings, from there. The only thing she could do were the perfect smoke blobs. The verges of her mouth made a sly curvature upwards;
Knowing she was taunting him. Who cares she couldn't even make smoke rings, anyway?

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Do not heal...

~•~•~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC:

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by **Komoda** 5/27/2010, 12:27 am

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I blinked twice in confusion, staring blankly at the bobble head. Did it really just light on fire, or was I imagining things?
"Why did you just throw it out the window?" I asked absentmindedly, not exactly expecting an answer. Regardless, I huffed, rolling my eyes with sheer annoyance at her words. "You honestly think your smoking's going to bother me?" I snapped, "You're just immature..."

Yet of course, this train of speech was making me look like I actually cared, when I didn't. It didn't bother me at all that such an innocent girl was tainting her body with that filthy drug; I didn't care about her. Not a bit. She could go ahead and do whatever the heck she wanted...
But two could play at that game.

I smirked as the idea came to mind. I reached into the inside my boot, pulling out all of my emergency supplies. I was going to save it for later, but I could always restock later. After all, the prime goal here was to beat Bree at her own game. I pulled out a syringe, along with a cotton ball and a substance wrapped in a tiny black balloon. I set it all out on my lap, rummaging through the darkness on the floor of the vehicle. To my luck, there was an old pop can within my reach.

I snatched it up, crinkling the cold metal in my fingers and twisting it until the end started to weaken. With a final tug, the metal separated and I was left with the jagged bottom of the can. I should have probably cleaned it, but I didn't have any alcohol with me at the moment.

I dropped the wrapped substance into the spoon-like bottom of the can, my eyes then wandering towards the window. I rolled it down momentarily, craning my neck to look at the ground. I needed water, so I was hoping there would be a puddle near by. It was a let down when I was greeted by dry grass in the pathway of my vision.

"Hey, do you have a water bottle by chance?" I asked, winding the window up again, "Since we're doing drugs and all, I figured I might as well let you watch me do the big H. Heck, why don't you try it too?"

I smirked smugly, clicking the plunger of the empty syringe tauntingly. Of course I was bluffing; I wouldn't let her near it. Still, I did love to stir the pot.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

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