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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 4:32 pm
‘cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind And Ill find strength in pain As she skipped past a corner, Mistee was surprised with a sudden, very large, very broad chest, “Ah!” in surprise she flew back, landing harshly on her backside, “Ohmmm…”she grumbled, holding her skirt in place. It took her a moment to realize she was in fact, sitting on the pavement. Mistee looked up to see a very large man with shaggy…blue hair? He had a mean look to him, his face covered in scruff, hands almost like baseball mitts, compared to her own small lacey fingers.
She opened her mouth to apologize, but was hit with her social anxiety like a swift slap over her mouth. Her guts turn inside as she quickly stood, bouncy hair covering her eyes as her automatic stance of submissive terror took over. She glanced up, gripping her keys between her fingers. ‘say sorry…’ she thought. ‘Say you’re sorry. Don’t be rude…’ she shouted in her head. “…”she looked up, unable to even open her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at this very large shouldered man. “Sss…”her eyes watered in frustration. This man must think her so rude!
Mistee began to frown, ‘just say sorry! Only one word! Just say sorry! It’s not even a full sentence!’ her mind screamed as she looked at this man, who probably had no idea why she was staring at him. Her eyes pooled over with tears as she grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie and tugged. She pulled her hand away, face flushing now. ‘Just apologize!’
I’ll know my name as it’s called again So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 4:47 pm
"Put a vuckin' shirt on virst." Nes grouses, having only spared a glance at Levi. She plates up the eggs and bacon and sets them on the table. She slips out of the kitchen and returns a moment later, dropping a shirt on Levi's head. "Vhy are you limping?" She fills up Spice's food and water bowl, smiling slightly when the cat comes tearing into the kitchen to eat the food. She gives the cat a pet as she glances at Levi to see if she had put the shirt on.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 5:12 pm
With ear buds in his ears and music blasting into his head, he wasn't paying attention as he rounded a corner and- "Woah!" He stopped and watched with concern at the small red-headed lady he had bumped into. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" His face fell as she began to tear up, "Are you hurt?" She then tugged at his hoodie and he wasn't sure what to think, did she need help? Was he in the way of her path? He certainly hoped he wasn't taking up this lady's time...
(Vucking shirt, that is the most beautiful thing I've read so far. xD )
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 5:26 pm
Arron was lost in his thoughts of what he had to do at work when he saw a red head & a blue haired thug. At least that is what he thought the man looked like. He stopped for a moment, watching the scene play out. He was worried about the tiny woman.
"H-Hey R-Roid Rage," he finally spoke, "l-leave th-the girl alone."
Arron was tired from lack of sleep & was not in the best of moods, which showed in his speech.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 5:33 pm
Something's Happening
Mind Is Dripping, Agony Inside Of Me.
My Pulse Is Racing
Mental Torture, Self Destroyer.
Can't Ignore the Paranoia. Denying.
The rising Her shirt clung to her wet chest like a wet t-shirt contest. “Zee vuck’n shirt is on. Enunciate. This is why you don’t have friends. No one can vucking understand you.” She said, but ate the food with a grateful grin. She scarfed it down like she had been held hostage, barely bothering with the mess. She glanced over at the cat, who also ate with the same vigor.
Levi stood, ignoring the limping question and opened up a cabinet, looking at the heaps off legal and illegal pills she had collected. She placed both hands on her hips, black panties starting to cling like the shirt. She just stared, then closed it. Then opened it again, before closing it one last time and turning to ignore the medication that so often left her foggy. Her eyes were like slits as she busted her way through the living room, leaving her plate.
“Nes, get ready we’re going out.” She blurted out, flinging off the now soaked shirt, and flung the panties with careless airs.
Levi made her way carefully up the stairs and to the left, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
The crying.
I'm dying. They lied to me
They shot at me
They hate on me
They're dead to me
And now they're all my enemy
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 5:45 pm
Nes scowls as Levi makes fun of her accent. She makes a quick cup of coffee for her anyway, grabbing a bottle of root beer for herself from the fridge. She starts to walk out of the kitchen before backtracking to the cabinet that Levi had been staring at, shoving a bottle of her medication into a pocket just in case. "Vere are vee going zis time?" She calls after Levi, making sure all the windows and outside doors are locked as she heads for the front door. She had already gotten ready for the day and was simply waiting on her leader, Spice climbing up her clothes to take her usual shoulder perch.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 5:46 pm
‘cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind And Ill find strength in pain She held her breath, practicing over and over in her head the word. ‘S-o-r-r-y. Sorry. So ree’ she said it over and over again as the man looked on, confused, and perhaps a bit concerned for her sanity. She kept at her montra, her little fingers curling against her chest, her eyes very intent on his face.
“S-Sss…” and then she jumped as a new voice came into play. “Nnn!” she had lost her mental standing and had to start all over again. This man appeared to think this gentlemen before her was causing her trouble. ‘No I bumped into him! It’s okay, I’m just trying to apologize!’ she was so eloquent in her head, but that’s were it stopped.
“Ah nnn…” she felt the usual pit in her stomach as her words got trapped in her web of anxiety. She began to shake her head feverishly, trying to gain the courage to say something. Anything!! As she shuck her head, her glasses fell to the pavement, “Ah!” she went to grab for them but in her blurry confusion touched the gentlemen trying to defend her. Jerking her hand away, as if in pain, she blushed more. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to touch you without permission!’ she thought.
Her eyes began to overflow again as her hand shuck to pick up her glasses, feeling for them as best she could. She cursed herself for not putting in her contacts today…
I’ll know my name as it’s called again So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 6:07 pm
He looked over to see another taller man had stepped in, with a strange juxtaposition of stuttering and threatening him. ...And did he just imply he uses steroids? The nerve! He looked up at the man with slight contempt for the remark, but honestly he just wanted nothing more than to make sure the woman was okay and continue his day. "Look sir, I don't want any trouble, I just-"
The lady had become very distraught, and in her nervousness had dropped her glasses. God, this whole thing was all his fault, wasn't it? What a way to start a morning... "God, I... Sorry, miss." He wanted to walk off, but he couldn't in good conscious, could he? Unless the other man drove him off either way, what was his beef with him anyway?
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 6:33 pm
Something's Happening
Mind Is Dripping, Agony Inside Of Me.
My Pulse Is Racing
Mental Torture, Self Destroyer.
Can't Ignore the Paranoia. Denying.
The rising Her room was a mess, clothes and papers of all sorts scattered on the floor. It was dimly lit, the window covered with news paper and duct-tape. They didn’t live in a hovel, like her lack of concern for where her clothes may fall seemed to amply. They actually lived in a very nice town house in a part of the city one wouldn’t expect a drug dealer.
Her mental deterioration was most obvious in her room, however, and the dark, dimness of it calmed her in her raging fits. Nes had discovered this one morning when Levi had gone on a bit of a rampage about the snakes. She was currently in a normal state of mind, though mildly irritated with her looming hangover.
She looked around the room and grabbed a pair of white pants and ballet shoes, slipping a dress coat on for good measure. Levi glanced at herself in the mirror, disgusted by how she looked. The scars on her face reminded her of snake fangs, and she leered at them like a hungry serpent. Why she was this way, could only be blamed on genes, but she had long ago left her family to spare them the pains of having a schizophrenic child. They would have just hidden her away like the rest of the family embarrassments. And she wasn’t one to be put aside like some broken toy.
No. Levi cursed them to a damnable fate for faking such love towards her, only to take it away at any slight hint that something might be off.
‘I hope the snakes eat them all’
She flung open her door and skipped steps as she glided down the steps. She walked past Nes and Spice, flinging open the door, “Someone owes me money.” Her lips curled with an enjoyable hungry. “Let’s take the bike.” She hissed, snatching her keys from the wall.
The crying.
I'm dying. They lied to me
They shot at me
They hate on me
They're dead to me
And now they're all my enemy
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 6:39 pm
(Sorry for quoting but this is how I keep things straight in my head. ; _ ; I get confused easily in lit rps.)
He glanced at when the woman grabbed him. He flinched at being touched when the woman touched him. Aaron did not like being touched. When he saw she was looking for her glances, he looked around for them as well.
"S-Sorry. I-I j-jumped to c-conclusions." he mumbled to both the brute & red head.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 6:47 pm
Nes had her vest zipped up by the end of the first sentence, Spice safely tucked into it so she won't fall during the bike ride. She trots after Levi, handing her her coffee. "How much zis time?" She stop to close and lock the door, opening and taking a big gulp of her soda as she continues trotting after the long legged Levi, simply jumping down the few steps instead of just walking down them like a normal person. Spice pokes her head out and meows, trying to squirm out of Nes's vest before being shoved back in.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:11 pm
‘cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind And Ill find strength in pain ((It's okay, Arron. if it helps, it helps o v o)
She was just causing so much trouble! Her fingers finally graced the edge of her glasses and she quickly picked them up. She looked at the two, her stress levels finally reaching their limit. She quickly searched her bag for a pen and paper. Unable to find paper, she grabbed two of her flower shop business cards and flipped them over, quickly writing something on both.
“Mmm!” she handed them both a card, her face still red, and tears still streaming down her face. She pushed passed the two with a quick whimper of frustration.
The cards read on the front
“Misteecal flowerbed
For all your gardening needs
Mistee Lee Shamlin”
And on the back she scribbled, “I’m sorry for the confusion…I was just trying to say sorry for bumping into him. I didn’t mean to cause such a problem…I hope you have a good morning!”
She left the two there on the street, to distressed to even bother being polite at this point. She rubbed tears away from her eyes, running full speed now the rest of the way.
I’ll know my name as it’s called again So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:26 pm
Maurice watched the lady hand them the card and run off, still feeling bad about the whole thing. He read the note and the business card before sighing in frustration and tucking the card away. "A good morning indeed..." he mumbled, then looked at the man that remained.
" 'Jump to conclusions' is an understatement, what the hell man?"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:37 pm
He looked at the back of the card & sighed. He felt bad for stepping in. "I-I've seen it t-too many t-times g-go badly." said Aaron, "S-Sorry Sir." He had a slip of the tongue by calling the boxer "sir". He started to head on his way, just wishing to be at work now.
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