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Post by Mykael Thomas Jessen on Nov 4, 2009 19:13:21 GMT -5
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what's happened to you? It's obvious you've changed
something deep inside you is probably to blame
Sharkswater Beach was nothing special, it was just a beach, unless you were a homeless drug addict, looking for some warm relief. The sun wasn't blocked by buildings, the sun was shining bright and happily on the crisp white sand. The sun beat down against his pale skin, fading blue hair fell into his gray, dull eyes. Those eyes reflected secrets, pain and unfortunate events. The world was completely against him, he'd no where to go and no one to be with, he was just alone.
He could feel the warm sand against the bottoms of his feet. A breeze picked up, the season was coming to an end, becoming slightly chilly outside, meaning he'd have to find some kind of shoes to wear. He took off his worn thin, ragged hoodie, his destroyed jeans and his tattered tee-shirt, leaving just his boxers as he walked into the salty sea before him. Feeling the water against his skin he sighed, it was chilly, but the sun was shining there, on him, taking away all thought that the ocean was cold.
Carefully he rubbed his arms and his legs, using the sand on the ocean floor as a soap. It didn't really work, but it made him look a little cleaner. He dunked his hair in as well, which frankly wasn't too good for it. His hair was matted and fading, OH! what he would have killed for an actual shower. Gray, faded eyes watched the people walking along the shore as he got out and put his pants back on, along with his shirt and hoodie.
He'd been living like this, for five years now, with occasional assistance from a friendly human, or from the shelter. He didn't like going to the shelter though, people asked a lot of questions about his past, he didn't like that, he didn't like to tell them about it, and he refused to do so. What he usually did was made up something, about his mom dying and his dad getting thrown off in an asylum, and him running away, which wasn't close to the case, but to tell them that you were the infamous Blake Holland, would get you in trouble. Not only that, it would bring unwanted attention to you.
By now, most everyone, even the police force, had let the investigation die out. No one talked about it, no one said anything about it, it was just fact that Blake's body was never found. The rumor now was closer to the truth then some would ever have imagined. The rumor going around now is that Blake, being the failing child, was on drugs, and Blake owed his dealer so the dealer took Blake and set the house on fire. Sure that was close, kind of, but it had been Blake, when high, who'd set the house on fire. Mykael, looked out at the ocean, looking back as far as he could see, watching the waves roll in.
There was nothing for him here, and yet, he still remained in the city limits of Chestercroft. He wasn't sure why. Leaning into a trash bin, he pulled out today's newspaper, reading it curiously. Elizabeth Holland was coming to Chestercroft, North Carolina to teach an interior design class. Mykael bit his lip, he'd have to avoid the campus at all costs so she didn't see him. If Ms. Holland saw Mykael, she'd figure him out, realizing that he was in fact her missing youngest brother. This would cause a messy situation, but a warm one as well. Mykael took a spot in the sand, in the sun to dry off, as he read the paper.
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TAGS;; open
STATUS;; complete
NOTES;; none
CREDITS;; CHAR!
LYRICS;; Staind - "Falling Down"
WORDS;; 736
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Post by vampiric on Nov 4, 2009 21:35:12 GMT -5
You look pretty low, very handsome awkward...[/size] Her bare feet blanched compared to the golden sand, Alaska Clara walked down the beach. It would have been a tranquil place, if it weren't for her fresh, sweet scent of cigarettes and pot that clung to her tan shorts and white tank top.
She didn't bring much to the beach; she didn't own much. Just a towel, her obnoxious, large neon orange sunglasses, and her much abused, nearly ripped from the seams, copy of the ancient Greek play Antigone.
She looked out at the waters and breathed in the salty scent a little, curling her bare toes in the sand. It was heavenly, nothing else could describe it, or else she's sound terribly prolix.
Alaska reached a place suitable for her weary green eyes, and it looked as if there was no one in sight.
She grinned to herself, setting down her striped towel. She crossed her legs in her tan shorts Indian style, and she began on her novel.
It didn't take long for Alaska to be lost in a novel, and even though this was one she had read many times before, it gripped her heartstrings every time.
Her eyes squinted in displeasure as she read a passage on King Creon sentencing Antigone to death. I just don't get how someone can kill their own family...
Haemon and Creon's argument came up, and she stiffened a little. She knew what would happen in the end, but still, Haemon's suicide got to her every time.
Alaska had gotten to a Choragos, when an odd colour caught attention to her weary eyes, a colour that did not belong at the beach.
Blue?
She groaned, placing the book down at her side. Anyone who disturbed her during reading time was used to having the shit beaten out of them. Not literally, of course...
Alaska squinted her eyes until they looked Asian, and she just barely made out the shape near water. Sure enough, it was a man, maybe about her age, give or take a few years. The blue was his hair.
Her eyes widened as he started to take off his jeans, his hoodie, his shirt. She bit her bottom lip, and she looked down at her toes. This is awkward. Even still, it turned her on. She cursed herself for being a pervert.
Much to either Alaska's dismay or relief, he did not take off his boxers. She watched his feeble footsteps, greatly intrigued by the blue haired boy.
I haven't seen him before...
He walked into the water, and half of her face turned to a smirk. She would do that often, take off her clothes and swim. Not in public, though...
He was...washing?
It was too late. Her face wrinkled in pity, even though if she saw someone pitying her, she'd make sure to snap a witty remark back at them, right then and there.
After a while, the blue haired boy walked out of the water, the ocean still clinging to him on his skin. Alaska couldn't help but look.
By the time she had gotten back on her train of thought, his clothes were back on, and he was holding a newspaper.
Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, and she turned to him.
"Hey!" she said, a warm, joking tone to her voice. "Personally, I think actual showers are a little more clean."
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Post by Mykael Thomas Jessen on Nov 4, 2009 21:59:34 GMT -5
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what's happened to you? It's obvious you've changed
something deep inside you is probably to blame
"Personally, I think actual showers are a little more clean." at the sound of the other voice, Mykael yelped a little. She'd startled him. He looked up at her quietly, and frowned lightly "Well, um, I....yeah probably." Mykael said, his voice was soft for being 17. His face was rather firm, and his body sore. He carried many bruises, and probably at least one disease after last night's fiasco with Tyler. Gray eyes gazed out on the water again, before looking back at his newspaper."..hmm, look at that..this city's going to hell." He said pointing out the article about crime rate skyrocketing. Personally, it made him laugh, but he was much too reserved to share that laughter with this girl.
He didn't know her, and he was scared to know her, he was scared to know anyone anymore. The last person he'd met tried to turn him in for illegal substances, tried to get him help. You couldn't help those who didn't want it. His matted hair fell over his face as he leaned forward to catch the newspaper that tried to blow away in the wind. He looked at her book, and tried to decipher it. Mikey wasn't much of a reader, because he really never learned anything past seventh grade. Reading was still hard for him, and writing was just as bad. So he was pretty much illiterate, oh well. It wasn't going to help him get by living on the streets.
Mykael looked at his legs, dry sand clung to him like magnets, trying to brush it off only got it on his hands which he wiped on his hoodie. His skin was dried out, from all the salt though, it kind of hurt but he didn't care. With his hoodie on, you couldn't see the track marks, you couldn't see the bruises or the scars, with the hoodie it was perfect, because no one would judge him based on his markings. Mykael gave the girl a soft look, before he, while sitting in the sand said "I'm Mykael." Those gray eyes kind of gave him a tougher look, because they were just so exhausted looking, they were so, lifeless.
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TAGS;; open
STATUS;; complete
NOTES;; sucky post :c
CREDITS;; CHAR!
LYRICS;; Staind - "Falling Down"
WORDS;; 503
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Post by vampiric on Nov 5, 2009 17:51:24 GMT -5
FIRE + ICEAlaska Jacobs half smirked again, looking as if she had only perfected half of Mona Lisa's famous smile.
She laughed, shaking her head in agreement. "I knew this city was going to hell a long time ago. Trust me on that one." It had the same joking tone, but it was serious at the same time. Chestercroft was so full of drama, and lies, and murder...she wouldn't be suprised if Satan decided to swallow it whole into the pits of Tartarus. "I guess I could be some fault to that." Alaska shook her head, smiling again.
A strand of her own natural fiery hair flew into her face, and she crossed her eyes trying to look at it, blowing a stream of air. It left.
She looked again at her own hair, then back at the mysterious strangers.
Fire and ice?
Alaska shook her head; it was too soon to make such judgements.
"Mykael, huh?" she repeated, her own olive green eyes matching his stormy gray ones. "Nice to meet 'cha, Mykael. I'm Alaska. Like the state." Her weary eyes were lit with interest, but the rest of her looked as harmless and friendly as a domesticated pet rabbit.
Alaska couldn't help but look at his stormy gray eyes, and she could hear her own mothers voice echoing in her head. You can tell alot about someone by their eyes.
Not Mykael's eyes. His were like a storm, and undecodeable. Just his being radiated a aura of mystery; she couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
The wind decided to attack them, and the edges of her towel frayed up and down in the wind, and her fiery red hair blew with the wind. It blocked her face, and she grunted in frustration and tried to fight it back into place until the wind died down.
"So..." she said, clapping her hands together. "I haven't really seen you around. Of course, I'm in thr Triq, but..."
Her eyes squinted in mocking again. "First Quad boy, are you? Son of a politician?" [/size][/center] |
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Post by Katrina Sanders on Nov 5, 2009 20:34:36 GMT -5
` I was so wrong for so long
O N L Y TRYIN T O P L E A S E MYSELF 
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Katrina walked down the beach, her long black hair in a lose mid-way pony tail with her bangs bobby pinned to the side. Wearing a gold bikini top and an Iron Maiden band tee that was pretty much ripped to shreds Kat was liking the warmth of the sun. Her fairly tanned legs only wore a matching gold bikini bottom, Kat's feet were bare, now covered in the off white sand. Katrina had no plans this weekend, and having nothing better to do she thought scanning the beach for some hotties or some friends was a pretty good idea.
With her headphones in the melody of Ushers-Spotlight filled her ears, making her softly sing along. The familiar blue hair boy sitting in the sand made her smile. Ahhh Mykael, the connection between the two of them wasn't sexual at at.. it was a love...but more like family. Kat was now twenty while Mykael was still young, but even with the age difference Mykael had lived through allot harder shit then Kat had ever in her whole life. Its ironic that such a sweet kid could be dealt the ugliest card in the deck, and was getting deeper and deeper in debt as life pulled him under. Getting close to the slowly fading cotton candy blue hair Katrina noticed another girl. Someone who she had never seen before. She had a fiery red/orange hair that made her chuckle. It looked like that little trolls hair in the old time Christmas movies. Kat couldn't suppress a laugh as she thought about this more and more.
"Yo Mykael what you doing in just your boxers...I didn't interrupt anything with um......" Kat said pointing to the girl with red/orange hair. Kat may have come off rude, totally butting into their conversation, and pretty much addressing the girl as if she were a hoe.....but that was just Katrina. She didn't baby her words nor did she try to make a good or bad impression for anyone. Katrina was a take it or leave it kinda girl. What you see is what you get and Kat didn't even plan on changing for anyone other then herself. "Remind me I gotta do your hair this weekend. I like when your hair is brighter then a smurf" Kat said with a chuckle as she sat down in the sad next to Mykael, still giving the new girl a few odd glances.
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Post by Mykael Thomas Jessen on Nov 5, 2009 20:57:38 GMT -5
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what's happened to you? It's obvious you've changed
something deep inside you is probably to blame
Haha-- A politician? Really? How could she think that, his hair was matted and he'd just bathed in salt water. He shook his head lightly and left her to think about it for the minute as he got caught up in the paper's articles. "No, never, I'd rather kill myself. I'm in and out of Triq..." He said softly, looking back at the paper, a little concerned with why she was asking so many questions. Stretching out in the sand he eyed up at her. "I keep to myself usually, what about you?" Mykael had seen her a few times at a glance around town, but only from his apartment in the abandoned apartment building.
Mykael set the paper next to him, in the sand, watching the sky. Watching the sky, was very tranquil for him, it made him forget that he was going to have to go fight for his food tonight, he would have to go sleep with some over abusive asshole tonight just to get the food he needed. Thinking about the night would make him dread living, thinking about the night in general made him upset. The nights were rougher than the days, but the days were still rough. Days offered hunger, withdrawals and misery, where the nights offered drugs, cash and alcohol.
Gray, almost lifeless eyes told many harsh tails as another breeze picked up. Katrina came by and Mikey couldn't help but smile "Oh, yeah that'd be great, it could use a good dose of Kat, and no, um, you didn't interrupt anything." He said giving a slight thought to the meaning of the phrase interrupt anything. He never gave much thought to words but as Kat paused for Alaska's name he gave a small smile and said This is Alaska, like the state. he repeated with the slightest chuckle.
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TAGS;; open
STATUS;; complete
NOTES;; disgust with self
CREDITS;; CHAR!
LYRICS;; Staind - "Falling Down"
WORDS;; 438
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Post by vampiric on Nov 6, 2009 16:10:13 GMT -5
 You look pretty low, very handsome awkward... [/color] Alaska narrowed her eyes at Katrina, her eyebrows furrowing together in obvious annoyance. Such a obstruperous person, it wasn't as if she was fucking Mykael right then and there! She was talking to him, for Christ's sake!
Still, she felt a little self concious around the pretty, skinny woman and her awkward, bony frame and fiery red hair. Alaska tried not to turn as red as her hair.
"Hello." she said, smiling at her in an innocent way.
Alaska turned her head to Mykael, grinning a little. One of her eyebrows raised. "I'm in the Triq too. Just barely surviving, I am. But, I guess we all are in a way, aren't we?"
She looked back at Kat, and she placed her book to the side of her striped towel. She wasn't sure why, but a Celtic Rock song came into her head when she looked at Kat, one she would listen to in her youth.
"Then left ya for the starvin' crows / Hoverin' like hungry whores..."
Alaska looked at her sand covered toes, wiggling them a little bit. It wasn't like her to feel so...bitchy. Maybe she was just getting her period again.
If she were alone, she would have screamed with delight in all honesty. After 'visiting' with Jason, she hadn't gotten it on time for a few weeks, but it turned out coming later. Not being pregnant was always a good thing. And in all honesty, she could barely pay for herself. How would a drug addict like her take care of a baby? In the Triq, nonetheless?
She looked back up at Kat. "We were just talking about how Chestercroft's going to hell."
Wind buckled around them again, and Alaska held to the sides of her hair to prevent it from flying anywhere. It was the last thing she needed, to be embarrased.[/blockquote][/size][/center] |
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Post by Noah Landon Allison on Nov 7, 2009 11:02:44 GMT -5
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes
He hated the beach, well, he hated getting sand in his shorts at the beach, but this was the way he had to walk home after getting off his shift at CAT and MOUSE. His bony, girlish figure would have him whistled at by guys of all kind, and hated by the girls. He carried his shoes in one hand, with his socks inside them, as he walked down the shore of beach. Looking like a girl, a flat chested girl, was nothing special but it was something he prided. The waves came up, and crashed around his ankles, soothing his sore feet. Brown eyes squinted while capturing the sun in them, reflecting the light so he could see the world.
Checking his watch, he decided he had a little time, and he pulled a pink cell phone from his waistline and called him Mom. "Hey Mama, I'm going to sit at the beach for a while okay? I'll be home soon, I promise!" Despite having to leave a message on her voice mail, he still asked her if it was okay.Even in talking the man's voice sounded girly, because, it really had dropped a whole lot in tone, which was cool, kind of. His mom would text him, and tell him it was okay for him to be at the beach for a while. He ran up and put his Converse by a large rock in the middle of the sand, his striped knee high socks were stuffed in there.
Noah didn't mind looking like a girl at all, it was kind of soothing, meaning he didn't have to worry about people judging him as a guy, most people just think 'that's a pretty girl' and walk on. In some ways Noah wished he could have been a girl, it would have taken so much stress off his mother, and sometimes, he didn't even tell his friends he was a boy. He introduced himself as Allie, and they continued on to think he was a girl. He wasn't sure why, because he undressed in front of some of his friends. Sometimes, when cross dressing, he'd wear and stuff a bra, just to add on to the girly effect, but it became a hassle to do, and not get caught.
Being at the beach could be fun, especially for the people watching him...or 'her'. Noah's feet felt a cold rush at his ankles when the waves met them again. He yelped and jumped, running on his tiptoes back to his shoes. The water was cold, and it seemed only very suddenly had it gotten that way. He came to think it was warm before because his feet had been sweltering from being in his shoes for over six hours. His slender feet were covered in sand now, kind of grossing him out as he watched the waves rolling in. The waves were stunning, everything was just so beautiful at the beach. His skin felt the heat of the sun, as it's UV rays came rolling down, across his pale skin.
He looked down the beach, to hear the laughter of two boys, and he smiled weakly at them, before going back for a second try. His feet brushed the sand, just before another wave crashed around his ankles. The chill water was like ice, on a winter's day. He chewed on his lip after giving a loud, girlish shriek and running back to his shoes, where he sat down in the almost warm sand, not daring to go back, as he heard those two boys laughing again.
Gazing down the beach looking for people he may have known, he seen a blue haired kid, probably Mykael, a dark haired girl, whom Noah wasn't sure about, and a red haired girl, whom he'd never seen before. He liked her hair colour though, it was bright, and bold, it made kind of a statement, one that said 'I'm loud, and I'm not afraid of the world.' Noah smiled, thinking about walking over there just to tell her that. He picked up his shoes, and started over there. He and Mykael, currently were not talking, so Noah, would only go over, to tell the girl he liked her hair colour.
He walked cautiously up, with a giggle, he smiled at her, stopping next to her. "Hi. I really, like your hair colour, it's bold, and very pretty, is it natural?" Noah asked softly, his voice squeaky and girlish. His voice could be either really girly, or in between, but never when he spoke could you tell that this boy, was just that, a boy.
Tags; open
Status; fin
Quote; Witch 2, Macbeth
Credit: Peyton
Notes: I tried.
Word Count: 934
Outfit: click here
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Post by vampiric on Nov 8, 2009 20:33:18 GMT -5
You look pretty low, very handsome awkward...
Alaska was distracted for a second until she looked up.
"Huh?" she said, a small smile coming to her face. "Me? I'm a natural ginger."
She smiled at the girl, but something about her made her a little...masculine? Eh. Chestercroft was getting to her, surely.
She looked back at Kat, trying hard not to scowl. The girl was obnoxious, obstruperous, pig headed. She, Alaska Jacobs, was not a harlot, and would not be in any way possible.
Alaska noticed something familiar about the stranger, and she smiled a little. "You work at the Cat and Mouse? I think I've seen you before. By the way, I really, really adore your outfit." she said, smiling a little more. She was liking these new people more and more by the second (except Kat of course, Alaska noted in her head.)
Alaska looked at Mykael, her green eyes piercing his stormy gray ones. It seemed he knew the new stranger, possibly. She only made guesses from body language, but she was talented in that. Unfortunatley, she wasn't talented in things that could keep a roof over your head.
She turned nearly as red as her hair in embarrasment, and she smiled again. "I'm rude. I'm Alaska, by the way. Like the state."
She looked back to her towel; the wind was blowing the pages of her much abused copy of Antigone and her obnoxiously large neon orange sunglasses.
She looked down at her sand covered toes, a craving to do drugs coming over her. She tried to ignore it, but it was crashing over her like the waves of the beach, tying her stomach in knots.
The downside.
Of course, she got around now barely survivng, but maybe, as Ringo Starr would have put it, she'd get by with a little help ftom her friends. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Noah Landon Allison on Nov 10, 2009 15:51:51 GMT -5
This is just a note, saying that I refuse to respond to this thread anymore until something is done about post length. I worked my ass off on my previous post trying to think of something to respond to such a boring post. Nothing is worth it right this minute in this thread, and I'm not going to waste my time trying when I could be recruiting people who actually know what they're doing and how to properly format, and write a post. It might be harsh, but it's the truth, and I'd rather give you that than lie to you.
-Peyton
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