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Post by flannery amery flood on Aug 4, 2009 19:22:22 GMT -5
SAVE ME FROM THIS MISERY[/size][/font] LOVE IS KILLIN ME [/right][/size] Thump Thump Thump
The music's beat sunk its teeth into the pit of the thin girl's hollow chest as she closed her eyes and swayed with it, letting it take a hold and suck her dry. She had her small arms up, but bent at the elbow so the were behind her head, her dirty blond locks a beach wave mess, unbrushed as usual. She wore nothing special, not special to her anyways. But she definetly stood out, considering the color choices. She wasn't one to wear dark colors anyways...
On her very thin frame she had on a yellow top with a flower-like skirt, a brown belt on her tiny waist and then she had on some rose pink heels. Her legs looked like sticks as she danced as if mesmerized. She seemed to entranced by the music, moving one with the crowd pressed around her. She didn't seem to care that a man who was probably around his early twenties, danced against her, his lips finding its way to her neck as he swayed with her, their hips as one...
Of course she didn't noticed...she was too hyped up on anti depressants to really care. She just kept her eyes closed lightly and just swayed back and forth, front and back, in and out, up and down...It didn't matter. All that mattered was the numb and how it just had her wrapped around it's little finger. The person with their arms wrapped around her made her feel so wanted and needed, that she didn't tell them to stop. His hands ran up and down her thighs and cradled her hips, his lips ran lightly against her neck and shoulder like leaving a burning trail of fire behind. Hell, she could feel his soldier right above her bum. She didn't care.
She was suppose to go see Cass at her house since she was in London...But she didn't go. After reading the files, all she wanted to do was go numb again. Like when she was in the rehabilitation center...that comfortable numb and muteness noone could bring her out of. It was so much better than facing reality.
words: 417 outfit: CLICK
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Post by cassandra evalyn von erich on Aug 4, 2009 20:04:12 GMT -5
The young, thin brunette walked into the club. Music was beating so loud it took over your mind and resonated in your body. The inside was so trashed in the best possible way but the thing the girl most liked about the club was its' name. Jail-bait. Ironically the club was suppose to be over 21s ...and they were strict about it. But they weren't exactly doing all that great of a job if the fifteen year old managed to make it through. But then again no one had ever questioned Cassandra about her age; she always wore a serious, mature look on her face...her legs went for miles and she just had that presences about her that made heads turned.
Which was exactly what happened when she walked into the club. It wasn't only because she was looking good wearing a black dress which clung to her body, eyeliner which framed her blue eyes, and hair that looked like she just had wild sex against a wall but mostly because Cass was known around this club as the person to go to for a few pills and maybe some coke for a decent price. Unfortunately for them, Cass wasn't there to sell drugs..or dance..or get totally fucked out of her mind.
The tall, thin girl walked through the crowd in the dance floor. Men grabbed her to pull her into a dance, but she brushed them aside. Men offered to buy her a drink but she flipped them off and continued walking like the determined woman she was. Men complimented her, invited her to go back to the bathrooms with them. When were they going to get it, Cass wasn't here for a man.
Her blue eyes landed on her. Flannery Flood. Even her named sounded amazing to Cass. Everything about her was everything Cass ever needed, she was a mother when Cass needed one...a friend when Cass needed it and most importantly, a lover. Someone who loved Cass unconditionally. The thing that made Flan stand out the most to her, despite Flan's beauty and personality was the fact that Flan looked Cass straight in the eye without hesitation something that no one had done since her mother had died.
She wasn't sure what came over her. She didn't care. Call it jealousy because it definitely was. She reached forward and grabbed Flan's hall pulling off of the man.
"What the fuck are you doing...? You said you were coming over?" Cass snapped as she looked at Flan, their eyes were level. To whoever may of been watching the pair for whatever reason it must of been a confusing sight. The two most opposite looking girls with the deepest sense of commonness between them .
WORD COUNT 470
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Post by flannery amery flood on Aug 4, 2009 20:28:18 GMT -5
SAVE ME FROM THIS MISERY[/size][/font] LOVE IS KILLIN ME [/right][/size] Flan was so into her own little world, she barely noticed when someone grabbed her and the warmth against her back became cool. She opened her eyes lazily to see who grabbed her and they landed on Cassandra...
She was speaking, but Flannery couldn't hear what she was saying, "You're hurting my wrist..." she said quietly, barely audible over the music. She felt tired. But she didn't want to sleep. Sleep always equaled nightmares and she didn't like them. She would get flashes of Rays face, flashes of Tibby yelling at her to stop and yelling at her to just take the anti-freeze like she was suppose to...
Her head lolled lightly to the side as the music continued and she pulled Cass gently closer to her, "I'm sorry... she whispered into her ear, "Dance with me, please?" she was so out of it...But she didn't mind. It felt good. Like a wave of releif was all over her. She swayed her hips against Cass', not caring about the stares they would get-because she never did. She brushed her lips against Cass', "You look beautiful....I'm so sorry..."
Flan hadn't realized that she had been crying. Flan rarely cried. She seemed like an emotional person but crying was never her thing. Maybe a sad face, a pout, a frown, but physical tears never seemed to escape those barriers of her's. She had so much on her mind that she didn't know what to do anymore...
She thought everything would be fine, but then...She woke up and there was her mother, hanging in the middle of the enterway of the house... And the guilt sunk in. The pain of having to live when she should have left this world with Tibby like she was suppose to...The regret of leaving the rehabilitation center when she should have stayed....Maybe if she did her mother would be alive and Cass wouldn't look sort of pissed and upset right now. Maybe she would be smiling and dancing around with Gage and having his babies or something. She was never meant to come out of that place, she was meant to be six feet under the ground...
And yet here she was, dancing with Cass, though more like just swaying since her limbs were starting to just feel achey now. Her arms were still around Cass' neck, gently playing with her brunette locks, her head lolled so she was looking down and her own hair was around her face, hidden. Just like she always used to be.
words: 505 outfit: CLICK
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Post by cassandra evalyn von erich on Aug 4, 2009 20:46:34 GMT -5
Cass' hand slipped around Flannery's hips, it felt right. She loved the feeling of their bodies being so close but she felt her mind drift elsewhere as it so often did. She entered the 'What If' realm of her sub concious which was where she spent most of her time the last few months. What if Gage was still dead? She'd still be with Flan...she was sure of it. Flan had take her out of her rut, when she was out with her she never wore the clothes of dead people. She smiled from ear to ear like the teenager she was and laughed at Flan's adorableness. They'd twirl and eventually find themselves in each others arms.
But the problem was Gage was alive and as horrible as it might of sound Cass' sometimes wished he was dead because everything had been going right in her life up until then. Flan accepted her for who she was and loved her for it, Gage was always trying to change Cass somehow.
In someways she loved to love. She loved the feeling of being in love and she was an addict so why wouldn't she want to love two people? So many people in her life had loved two people so why couldn't she?
Cass sighed as she lifted Flannery's head gently, so their eyes met once more. Cass leaned in and kissed her soft lips and smiled. The brunette loved the taste of the blonds' lips, they were always some new exciting flavour from her abundant variety of lip gloss. Today it tasted like strawberries with a hint of some sort of bitter liquor that she had no doubt drank earlier.
"You look tired...let's go home?" Cass whispered in the girl's ear as she moved her hands up to Flan's waist. She kissed her again. Strawberries. Cass loved them.
WORD COUNT 325
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Post by flannery amery flood on Aug 5, 2009 11:17:58 GMT -5
SAVE ME FROM THIS MISERY[/size][/font] LOVE IS KILLIN ME [/right][/size] Flannery had always had a thing for Cassandra. She didn't know when it started, but it just did. It definetly started when she was younger, considering her, Tibby, and Flan herself would be inseperable. They used to do everything together and have sleepovers in the Flood manor which took up the majority of the small town of Bristol. People were always surprised when Flan said she was from that town instead of London...Her parents, though they were eccentric and over the top, liked evening things out and this was their way of evening it.
When Cass kissed her, it sent numbing bits of static through her body and even though Cass said they should go home, she just leaned in and gave her another kiss, deepening it as she did so. She didn't want to let go because Cass was the only constant in her life. Without her, Flan tended to lose herself in her own mind...with Tibby.
It was probably why Tibby disliked Cass so much. Cass made Flan be herself and push her away...And Tibby like to be the center of attention.
words: 250 (SO CRAPPY SORRY D: ) outfit: CLICK
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