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Post by dmitri baranowski on Oct 12, 2009 19:01:51 GMT -5
I'm addicted to the thrill, it's a dangerous love affair.
"What am I doing here?" Dmitri sighed to himself as he sat in the dry, yellow grass next to the duck feces infested pond. The stagnant water's hue was murky and green, a surefire sign of repeated pollution. Chucking a misshapen rock into the water, making it billow and ripple, he grumbled, "From luxury to damn penury." Plopping onto his back, Dmitri looked up to the intense azul sky. Pigeons darted across their invisible highways, swiftly maneuvering sharp turns and intense drops and climbs. Ripping some of the yellow grass out of the ground, Dmitri threw it, and repeated the process a few times. The sounds of the city dramatically dropped the appeal of this scenario, so he whipped out his iPod and played some music, the escape of sound taking him back to Moscow, back to his family (no matter how dysfunctional it was), and his friends back at school. Taking a few deep breaths, he closed his eyes; but this peace was only temporary. Footsteps thudded beside his head, and an obnoxious voice ruined his serenity. Taking out his earphones, Dmitri looked to the boy. One of his dorm-mates. These freaking Swedish dudes. Dmitri thought as he stared blankly at the Swedish boy who was going on a spiel about nothing in broken English. They. Never. Shut. Up. The Swedish kid's sunglasses hid his obnoxious blue eyes. His straw yellow hair bounced with every stressed word he said. "... Yeah, yeah." Dmitri mumbled to the boy. He heard remnants of the words "party welcoming us", "gymnasium", and "tonight at six p.m.". Swedish kid then went off on some other tirade about supper. "Jorvik!" Dmitri exclaimed, aghast. "Slow down! You're talking like, 200 kilometers per hour!" Jorvik paused, then started off again, only slowing down on the first sentence. Dmitri sighed and attempted to listen to him. About five minutes later, Jorvik finally exclaims, "I go back to dormitory now! Goodbye!" Dmitri sighed in relief and mumbled, "Yep. Bye." Laying back down, Dmitri put his music back on, smiling contently. Maybe this welcoming party tonight would be cool. I don't know. Let's hope so, though. Jorvik said the whole school will be there. Hmm....
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 12, 2009 19:53:04 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. This thought struck up the image of the glinting blade, the appeal and disgust she saw in it every morning as she woke up, by the gritty counter, in front of the shattered glass. Her reflection refracted by a thousand splinters, her normally pretty face splintered into an angry mutant that stared at her with betrayed eyes. And she felt like that most days, like there was something she was hiding from herself, like she was deceiving the world into this facade she controlled, this joyous, cheerful person who was unlike her in every way. It made her feel sick.
Was that why she was walking around, lost? The white band shirt, All Time Low, of course. Yes, she'd hit her low. There was a mostly-empty beer bottle in her hand, one of the last of a pack that was, well, big to say the least. A pretty face could get you far in a liquor store. She tumbled over a bridge, and her hand grasped the little wooden rail tight, her knuckles buckling on themselves as the sinnews stretched straight, white over pale bone. She was too tiny, really. Her body couldn't handle this. Since when were you wasted after three or so beers? (She'd really spilt the rest with some of her room-mates, not to mention the half that had been gone by the time her mother had left the house, and a red strike on Vicki's pale cheek was added.) The physical sting of the rose slap was gone, but the rest was all too familiar. It was a good thing people didn't know about her real life. They would pity her. And she didn't want their pity. And then she slid to the floor of the rickity bridge, and her blue eyes closed. So much for cheerful.
I remember every look upon your face,
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
Coz when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing
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ooc;; wow, that was a big fall. sorry for the random post, I guess that being something she wasn't finally got to her. xD And, pretend her saw her on the bridge or something, so he came running over! Two Is Better Than One (Acoustic) - Boys Like Girls |
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Post by dmitri baranowski on Oct 12, 2009 20:24:16 GMT -5
I feel the pressure, it's coming down on me, it's turning me black and blue...
Glancing lazily around him, he saw a scrawny young girl staggering across the wooden bridge. Her face was pale, and she looked, not to be rude or anything, but wasted. Dmitri shut his iPod off and rose, wobbly from not standing for so long. Brushing the pathetic yellow grass off from his body, he lazily sauntered over to the bridge. The girl, the poor girl, looked even worse up close. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but incredibly intoxicated. Dmitri could smell the pungent scent of alcohol from where he was standing. Clearing his throat, he stammered, "Uh. You need some help, miss?" His accent was thick and slurred, but not as much as the girl's most likely was. Oh, the consequences of being drunk. Holding his hand out to help the girl's stability, he noticed that she looked about his age. Isn't that illegal? He thought, but dismissed it. In her hand was a beer can, not a very prestigious brand, but it must have been good enough to have some affect on her petite frame. Dmitri coughed subtly and asked again. "Are you okay? I mean, seriously. You don't look too well." He frowned. "Do you need me to guide you home or something?" He grimaced. What would make a girl do this to herself? He thought warily.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 12, 2009 20:32:16 GMT -5
She heard the voice subtly, and it sounded strange, something about it was off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She groaned a little, and ruffled her hair. Her body was not happy with her. She glass rolled of the tip of her bony, piano fingers, and rolled of the bridge, each bump coaxing a resounding note out of it, before, sploosh, is slapped the water, and a few mallards ruffled their feathers and falpped upsetting in the water. 'Totally fine, I mean re-' This was the point when her eyes got big and she leaned forward, emptying the pitiful amount of alcohol on the guy's shoes. Instead of being embarrassed, she laugh. 'Kind of sad that I didn't even have four.' One hand lifted up to the rail, and she rose. She looked doubtfully at him. 'You know, you're a'ight.' She slurred. After this was a giggle, and she started to wring her wrists, one after the other. To most, it was just a little quirk, but if you knew her, it was a sign. But, then again, no one really knew her. Especially this foreign guys, she decided. Then she came to her senses a little, seeing that since it came so quickly, it would leave, and reality came down a bit. 'Oh, god. Did I do that? Sh!t! I'm so sorry.' She leaned down a little, like she was going to clean it, but then realized there was nothing she could do. When she came back up, she was a little closer to him than she should have been. 'Um, it's Vicki Adams.' She held out a hand. She knew he wouldn't recognize the name, because he would try to put it with a party girl. But that wasn't who she was. She was Vicki: Everyone's best friend.
Three PM
I'm on my feet and staggering
Through misplaced words
And a sinking feeling
I got carried away, again
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Post by dmitri baranowski on Oct 12, 2009 20:59:12 GMT -5
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
When the drunken girl vomited on his shoes, Dmitri immediately regretted coming over to help her. He groaned in disgust, he was wearing leather loafers, and the spew was seeping onto his feet. Kicking his shoes off from his feet, and the bridge for that matter, he scowled at the rippling water, where his wonderful Italian shoes claimed their burial ground. "A little advice." Dmitri murmured dryly, not even looking at her. "Don't even try hard liquor." He coughed a little, the smell of fresh throw up making him a little sickened. Sighing, Dmitri stripped off his socks, balling them up and giving them a brisk chuck out into the water, as well. Rubbing his head, he stammered. "Dmitri. Dmitri Baranowski." He sighed and shook her hand a little too stiffly for someone who was unstable to begin with. "I presume you go to the same school as I, since most people wouldn't waste their time being here when they could be at Renée's Cafe or Saks Fifth Avenue." He found the courage then to say what he had been itching to ever since he saw her. "Why are you drinking alcohol? Isn't that illegal?" He shook his head. "You shouldn't be getting wasted like this if you ever want to get into a good college and get a great job." He then reminisced. "I had a friend who was an underage alcoholic." A melancholy looked appeared on his pale face. "Just got his driver's license. Ran off and got wasted. And..." Dmitri shook his head. "Killed himself by being drunk and driving." Coming out of this reverie, Dmitri then repeated. "Do you need me to help you to somewhere? If so, come on. Time is of the essence. I have a school party to go to...." He said this last tidbit with a little enthusiasm and a lot of sarcasm.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 12, 2009 21:07:27 GMT -5
When he started talking about college, and crap, her grimace grew a little. She was still close, she could feel his heat,m but there was also fire from her, and she was pissed. 'Obviously, you don't know me, but this isn't what people expect from me. I'm not some idiotic party girl. Please, I think I'm smarter than that. And if three beers gets me totally blasted you think I'm ever going to do it again?' She shook her head a little, totally dry and sarcastic. 'Yea, I'm Vicki. Everyone's very. best. friend. Get's a little hard, don't you think? But I can see you. You havn't been in this town long enough. Your foregin..' she studdered for lack of a better word, '..ness isn't going to get you anywhere in this town. And neither will your sinking shows. We don't give a damn about that. And college, really? Even with scholarships, your the only one out of your whole class that'd probably going to make it.' She took a deep breath, feeling light-headed. Maybe she should re-think this whole binging thing, and actually have more than one meal a day. But eating was a waste of time, and there were so many more important things to be doing. She wrung her wrists again, the feeling was strange. It seemed that there should have been little scars there, or something. But it was clean. Yes, her mother could dish out enough money for her daughter not to look like a suicidal freak.
Three PM
I'm on my feet and staggering
Through misplaced words
And a sinking feeling
I got carried away, again
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Post by dmitri baranowski on Oct 12, 2009 21:39:41 GMT -5
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Taken aback by her drunken attack, Dmitri arched his eyebrows and gave an exasperated sigh. "I was just trying to help...." His head downcast, he whispered to her "Obviously trying to help was not too good of an idea." Closing his eyes a bit, Dmitri took a deep breath. Eyes still shut, he softly murmured, "I meant no offense to you at all; and I am fully aware people can get wasted and not be party girls." His pin straight posture faltered a bit, but he was aware of it and went back to ramrod straightness. "I am a Marine Commander and a Lawyer's son. Life's not too peachy for me, as well." He cocked his head a bit and resumed, "See, if I was caught drinking, I would be used as one of the sniper trainee's targets. Now, I'm sure you get in trouble if you get caught, but I doubt your parent threatens to use you as a military target." Clearing his throat, he opened his eyes and looked up to the darkening skies. His whisper was meant not to be heard, but if Vicki listened, she could have heard his melancholy words, "Part of the reason I even applied to become a foreign student." Glancing back to her intense blue eyes, he pursed his lips sadly. "I believe I should be going now." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Take care." His words were genuine and he started walking away from her. Turning around whilst walking, he said, "Maybe I'll see you at the welcome party." Shrugging, he added. "Goodbye." His gait was stiff and military-esque. Such is to be expected from a marine's child. Fumbling his iPod out of his pocket, he blasted the music in his ears and started jogging. Running made him feel good, but having no shoes really lessened the quality of his walk. Taking the shorter route to the dorms, Dmitri reached them in record time. Walking into the house, Jorvik gave Dmitri's feet an odd look. "... Long story." Dmitri growled. Jorvik opened his mouth to say something, but decided not to and nodded sympathetically. Running his hand through his hair, Dmitri plopped onto his bed, iPod earphone in one ear, and still blasting. I wish I could get to go back to Moscow. Dmitri thought. Trying to be liked here is damn near useless.... And that was the last thing Dmitri remembered before falling asleep.
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Post by serendipitus on Oct 15, 2009 17:46:15 GMT -5
The thread kind of ended...
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