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Post by serendipitus on Oct 11, 2009 18:11:45 GMT -5
 She was walking now, down the city streets, uncharacteristic heels clacking on the rough sidewalk. The thick sweater that framed the little body. The long hair that curled around the peach face and the thing bones, the pink lips, the teary eyes. She did not like this whole 'working' thing. As it was, life was hard enough. She had enough on her plate without haveing to make food for said plate. And now she was doing this: working at a modeling agency. But, she wasn't modeling. She was just a secretary, working among the pampered, posh girls, her chewed nails clacking on the keyboards next to manicured ones, her swollen, chapped lips speaking into the same micro-phones as the surgery-treated lips with coco-shea lip-gloss. Her same boots walking on the tile floor as the strappies and platforms. Yesterday though, when her mom asked her to clean out the house, she found these, these terrible things to slip on your feet. But then, she had smiled. She had slipped them on easily under the circumstances, and walked to work joyfully, thinking of being accepted. But that was not the case.
'Really, look!' There was giggling as the blonds poked to them. Her white teeth drew blood as she bit her lip, walking among the barbies, trying not to fall prey to their criticism. And know she was really done with this crap, and was tired. She sat on the bench outside of the agency and pulled of the devil's contraptions and chucked them into the street, just as a large yellow cab rolled by. Some obscenities followed, but she didn't give a damn. And now, she smiled, and laughed. She turned to the building and gave it a rude gesture before stalking off. She went down the street a ways, but then the cold got to her toes. So she sat down, and looked at her wrists. The cuts were gone know, they had been for a while. But she had been pretty close to leaving, once...
I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two Break Your Little Heart - All Time Low |
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Post by quinton avenues on Oct 12, 2009 16:20:21 GMT -5
Quinn yawned, rolling over in the musty back end of the old El Camino. He lay on his back lazily, not bothering to open his blue eyes. Why should he? It was morning and he had no where to go or be at the moment. He sat up and leaned up against the outside of the cab of the old maroon cab of the car.
It was too bright, and he instantly wished he had bothered to buy a pair of sunglasses. Standing up, the car swayed under his weight, not that he overweight, it was more of the fact that the car held to other weight to even it out. Jumping out of the car, he landed on the cement ground with a huff. The cement was warm with the morning sun, yet it still stung his bare feet with broken pieces of glass and soda caps. His knee ached, not that there was anything new with that. He couldn’t exactly if his knee ached because he had slept funny, or he had been spending his past nights stealing part from under small cars.
Quinton opened the driver’s side of the old car and slid in, and started up the car.
The cab of the truck smelled of left over McDonalds. He closed the door behind him as he took the car out of park. Clutching the wheel with his left hand and the stick with his right, he easily guided the noisy El Camino and pulled it out and onto the main road.
Within several minutes, the young blue eyed male was driving down the road, heading west. He came to a red light and tapped the brake. There was no need to stop, no one was coming and there were no police anywhere [They could be found heading east towards the closest donut shop, it was a get a donut, get another free morning…]. He looked around, and sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat. His blue gaze drifted out the window, seeing a familiar face he smiled, only to see her sitting sadly. The young male cocked and eyebrow and frowned. He cranked down the window and tapped the side of the car loudly, trying to get her attention.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 12, 2009 16:39:17 GMT -5
She shielded her eyes from the sun, glinting off the white ground and boring into her eyes. But it was better this why, she decided. There were other things to experience, and this one moment wasn't as unpleasant as the others. It was a simple action of process of elimination. She sighed, and propped one leg up on the other, and rubber her feet. She was really cold now. Even during the coming spring, she still needed to get some new shoes, or something. Maybe a new job. Or maybe tomorrow she should just go in and tell them all to suck it. But instead she just leaned back and shoved her hands into her pockets. Squeezing her eyes closed, and clicking her bare-footed heels. Maybe it would take her home, to a place much different from this. Or maybe it would ease the burden. This cheerful facade was starting to wear thin; it was too much for any one girl.
She sat silently until she heard a familiar sound, the strange honk of that familiar car, that old maroon beast, and the same driver as always. His eyes were striking, and behind his smile he looked annoyed. As usual. She sighed, and brushed off her pants, that blinding smile plastered on her face. Sometimes, it surprised her how easily she slipped into this alter ego. But she wore it often enough, she decided. She dashed to the car, passing by a swerving car. More loud words. They seemed to trail in her wake anyway. As she hopped (uninvited, the thought, but didn't care) into the passenger seat, she slammed the door, and curled her legs onto the seat, like a fetal position. She whipped hand under her eye absently. "Anywhere but here..." She said, before he had a chance to argue. No doubt he was going to be pissed.
What a waste
Where did the time go
Where did our minds go
I don't know
What's this place
Where did our home go
We won't know
I don't know Too Much - All Time Low |
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Post by quinton avenues on Oct 13, 2009 15:13:11 GMT -5
Quinton looked over to her, shocked. He sighed heavily and rolled back his shoulders. From the look on her face, he could tell that she had been having a bad day. He looked up tot eh light and tapped the gas with his foot and the car roared to life as he drove down the street silently. He kept his gaze out the windshield, and down the hood of his maroon El Camino, to the hood ornament that sat perfectly on the end edge of the hood.
The black haired male cocked an eyebrow as he looked to her, her feet on his car seat. He turned his gaze back to the road and turned down the narrow side avenue. His blue eyes drifted over to Vicki, a confused look passed over his handsome face as he pulled the car to the side of the road and next to the curb. The curb was painted yellow, and was no doubt it was illegal to park on this side of the road. With a quick motion he let his hand drift over to the parking brake and then to the ignition, he cut the engine and turned in his seat uncomfortably.
“What’s wrong?” he asked to the young female, he didn’t feel as if he was even talking to Vicki, though her alter ego. He tried hard to be sincere though it was difficult, [she had her feet on his car seat]. “No wait, an even better question…What’s going on?” he asked, pushing back his ebony hair with his fingers, though it just fell right back in front of his face and half way over his bright obnoxiously blue eyes. The curious fellow put his hand on his bad knee and rubbed it softly. If there wasn’t a shifting gear and brake and glove-box between the seats, he probably would have given her a hug, though that was beyond Quinton.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 14, 2009 14:59:00 GMT -5
She yawned slightly, and relaxed her feet. She rubbed her eyes a little. She felt pretty trashed, she decided. She scratched her head then as well. 'Have you ever wanted to give up? Yea, that seems to be my life lately. I need a new job too.' She smiled half-heartedly, a sad attempt. Looking at him against the glint of the sun, she thought they were almost an odd pair. Surely, everyone would look and see to beautiful people. But Vicki never felt pretty besides what people said. She'd gone too long without hearing it to start believing it now. She laughed a little, thinking of this. 'So, some kid told me there was a party tonight.' She left it a little open ended at first, thinking of the condition Dmitri had found her in. If word about that got out... she didn't want to think of it. 'But, then again, it's always fun just to drive.' She looked at the horizon, trying to think up one of her philosophical comments, for it seemed she always had them. Think we could hit the end of the world, if we drove all night?'
I believe their lips
You're unbelievable
Can't miss this chance to take you
And here's my invitation Hello Brooklynn - All Time Low |
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Post by quinton avenues on Oct 14, 2009 15:14:16 GMT -5
Quinton leaned back against he seat and started up the car, “Did Columbus prove the world was round and that there is no way to drive off the end?” he questioned, though the young drop out wasn’t too sure, so he let his comment hang in the air. “Have I ever wanted to give up? Yes.” He muttered, knowing that didn’t help the cause. “How would you like it if I mentioned that I got this El Camino as a piece of trash? I worked on it, and worked on it. I felt like giving up and letting it just finish rusting away…but did I? No. And here it is. Perfect. Now what would I be doing if I hadn’t finished this?” he gestured towards his car as he pulled out and away from the curb, “And a party sounds good, who’d you hear that from exactly?” he looked over to Vicki and cocked an eyebrow to her with suspicion.
He drove down the street in silence then sighed heavily, “I didn’t have a good night, if that makes you feel any better.” He stated as he placed his hand firmly on the stick shift and switched gears, pulling down an alley slowly. Quinn looked back over to her, and then smiled. Her feet on his seat bothered him, but he rolled it off and cocked a smile.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 14, 2009 18:43:45 GMT -5
She laughed, and punched him lightfully, playfully in the arm. 'Haha, funny.' She started at the horizon for a bit, and pulled her legs under her, sitting criss cross in the seat. Sure, it was a funny way to relax, but Vicki was a card, wasn't she? When he was talking about the car though, she looked away, back out at the horizon, and turned her eyes away from him, hiding her face. 'That's not what I meant...' she whispered, low enough to evade his hearing. She tapped her fingers on her knee, skinny jeans stretched tight. She was leaning out on the door, still not really looking at anything in particular.
She regretted telling him about the party. She already had a massive hangover, a headache that was pounding on her skull. She turned to him, and groaned, like when a mom tried to get a child out of bed. 'Um, some exchange kid was talking about it at the park. It's in the gym I guess.' It couldn't really hurt to go, She decided.
I'm gonna break down these walls
That I built for myself
I wanna fall so in love
With you an no one else Walls - All Time Low <3 |
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Post by quinton avenues on Oct 14, 2009 19:44:36 GMT -5
<center>The young boy rubbed his arms and frowned, “What was that for?”
Quinton looked over to her and scowled, though he did it lightheartedly, [he hadn’t master the art of scowling and meaning it, so as a joke he did his pointless glare].
“I heard that. I might not be the best person to come for if you want a comparison…” He muttered coldly, and then leaned back, chuckling. Surely she hadn’t meant for him to hear that, so he dropped the subject. Quinn was failing at making her feel better, and he knew it. Not that it bothered him anyways. [For what he lacks in making people feel better, he can make up for in being a pain in the butt – that is only if you can give him the slightest chance…].
The young black haired male cocked an eyebrow, “Thanks. That really narrows it down. How many are those this year?” he questioned, “I’ve seen some Swedish fellows, and some random German people, and there are some other’s who told me what area they were from but their accents were so gosh dang thick that I couldn’t understand what on earth they were trying to tell me…” he rambled. Quinn had a tendency to ramble, and the only way to shut him up was to tell him to. [Rambling could only fill the silence before so long before you wanted to break your ear drums].
He looked to her, then, back out to the windshield. He came to the end of the alley and grinned, “The gym? Interesting…” he tapped the steering-wheel of the El Camino lazily and gripped the shift stick.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 23, 2009 18:31:46 GMT -5
She hooked back a ringlet, bony fingers shaking as they skilllessly moved it back, and she sighed, but smiled, for she must remember to keep a smile in these situations for she must not forget how they think of her. 'Sure, we can go. And yea, I totally know what you're talking about. I think it looks good for the city. They actually have their lives on track.' She laughed and joked lightly.
ooc;; that was sooooooo bad. sorry. btw, for center, [*center] and then [*/center]. Just take away the *
I wanna do
Supercalafragalisticexpealadocious
with you.
Seal it with a kiss and a tiny bit of
XOXO Xoxo - Nickasaur! |
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Post by quinton avenues on Oct 24, 2009 10:24:15 GMT -5
Quinn pulled the El Camino out from the alley way and headed down the street, the car moving loudly, with that classic roar that could be heard before the car was seen. He liked his cars loud.
He looked over to Vicky and cocked an eyebrow as he looked to her, “They have their lives on track alright.” He muttered, and then he looked back out the windshield then added, “Unlike me.”
He looked back down the road then sighed heavily as he came to a red light. He hated red lights. The young black haired male took his hands from the steering wheel and let them drop down to his bad knee, which he rubbed lazily. His blue gaze flicked up to the light, watching it change green. Quinton grinned and his left hand flew to the wheel and his right hand flew to the stick. He shifted the stick and the car lurched forward roughly. [/color] |
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