▲ WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH?
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May 19, 2016 8:00:23 GMT -6
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Post by CALLIOPE SLATER on May 19, 2016 8:00:23 GMT -6
I AM THE OCEAN, I AM THE SEA THERE IS A HURRICANE INSIDE OF ME i gripped the pearl charm from my necklace while gazing out the window. last class; i was almost out for the day, so wasn't that good? and yet i could not find a comfortable place for myself in my own, confused. today had started out just fine and uncle loch was even able to drive me in. so why was something wrong? it was unsettling. and the thrum of the clock only wracked my nerves worse, shifting to look at the teacher as she spoke. it had been ten days since that boy asher died, and while things carried on, i didn't see that girl. the one in his jacket. i hoped she would make it out of the vicious cycle of depression, i hoped she would overcome whatever was coming her way. the bell sounded and i jerked upward, wide eyed, and very startled. the other kids filed out quickly, but i seemed stuck. definitely groggy and in need of tea ... which meant i would go to town.
walking through the halls, i blocked out every single voice and looked down. i didn't want to stop and talk. i wanted my tea and sugarcake, and fresh air. i loved school - more so than most kids "my age" - but today was not a particularly happy day. still, i had a smile. i would never that fail me, because this was trivial. tomorrow would be better, or maybe even this afternoon. i had yet to go and see the infamous san fran park, and with all the things on my mind, nature would definitely help. i fed off of love, not this, and it was a physical drain. and then, uncle loch calls me. he wanted to pick me up, but i told him no. i wanted to walk because it wasn't even a mile down the road and i didn't feel like talking. but i said i love you and goodbye, to be safe. it's an assurance thing, i guess. his pleasant and cheery voice was uplifting, though. a boost of my stamina.
it was thursday and my english homework was done. i chose to leave my bag behind and start my walk, hands stuffed in the pockets of my dad's leather jacket, one clutching the cell phone and the other on my wallet, looking at the cars full of high schoolers as they floored it out of the parking lot, passing me by. curiosity would always get the best of me when it came to the life of a teenager. my dad was not a proper mother, i didn't know much about anything, really. my age had a lot to do with that, but it was merely a number considering my blood as it aged me. now that i was almost fully mature, it had slowed. i hoped it would, anyway. i liked the time at school, though i knew my dad and loch had to do a lot of things to conquer up the " right " paperwork for me to attend school.
i was getting lost in thought. but, i appreciated what they'd done. that was on my mind a lot recently. soon i'd repay them, in hopes that the icecream shop downtown would hire me. they liked my smile and said i had charisma; a light in their eye they'd never seen before. the old couple told me it was under the table, but for twenty five hours, not including weekends? nine dollars was fair pay.
i should stop there, i said to myself. they hadn't called, but i wanted to know now. the coffee shop made it's way into my view after a while of more and more meandering forth, quietly humming to myself each step of the way. i was so happy to see the little corner store, skipping the last few steps to the sidewalk and releasing my hands from my pockets to be ready to open the door. in a moment of pure bliss, i didn't see the sign on the door that they were away. i didn't remember trying to come here yesterday, on a good day, until i had grabbed the door and tried to pull it open. my eyes widened again, lungs coiling as i exhaled a sharp sigh. now annoyed, i pulled away from the door, but didn't catch the person walking that way, and so i turned back to leave and collided shoulder to chest. i immediately squealed, freezing up and gazing downward.
"i am so sorry, please forgive me," i murmured, still looking down but using my hand to pull golden tendrils from my face. "are you okay? i'm sorry." as i looked up, i like a small smile pull up the corners of my lips, leaning away from them.
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May 20, 2016 12:55:13 GMT -6
Post by DYLAN REECE on May 20, 2016 12:55:13 GMT -6
tonight's the night - let's go for a ride i wanna drown in your california eyes "yeah, soon." the lycan muttered in casual response to his father's suggestion he stop by the casino. for what? he didn't need the money from any winnings and he sure as shit didn't need to lose any either. dylan knew exactly what his father wanted - he wanted his son to be just like him. the casino was purely a front for his cheating actions and incubus ways. he'd eluded on more than one occasion that he'd be proud of dylan for feeding as recklessly as he, but that wasn't what the boy was about. in fact, he didn't want to be an incubus at all. he didn't ask for it and frankly, he regretted having ever been adopted by the reece's. if he'd only just stayed in the custody of social services, he'd have stayed mortal. some may have called him selfish for such wishes, for taking his home for granted. but how could he not? his 'parents' turned him into a monster. they were lucky they saw him at all but even after staying away for six months, the reunion today was all too soon. therefore, hurrying down the steps and to his car was a think he did with great haste.
as if having his mother's succubus blood running through him wasn't enough, the guy now had another issue to face: lycanthropy. that should have been the icing on the cake he called life, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. see, the person who had turned him was his very own brother. yep, a brother...one he wasn't even aware existed. he couldn't be one hundred percent sure the guy was his twin, what with all the uncertainties of this world but the fact they shared a face was a pretty good indicator. it was by pure accident he'd come across the stranger with his face. by his reaction, he must have taken the guy by surprise because the next thing he knew, he was fighting off a lycan under the full moon. he'd made it away with life, but not without succumbing to a bite first.
for the most part, life had resumed as normal for dylan...whatever normal was. he went on trying to exist without destroying the lives of others or getting his hopes up too high about relationships and whatnot. he actually had a fairly decent job, not that he really needed the money. but he enjoyed it, so he supposed that was what really mattered. lately, however, it seemed like the thoughts of his twin out there had consumed him. he had no idea who he was or where he lived and so, locating him had been quite the challenge. his father with his immense resources could have located the kid immediately but he hardly wanted to let him in on that secret. no, this was better kept to himself.
it was going to be a long day in the sun at work with the crew, something he would have normally been looking forward to. despite not having finished school some six years ago, he managed to secure work for himself at a decent company. he took pride in the careful precision he normally executed but today, his mind was elsewhere. regardless, he was a guy who wasn't one to skip out on a job, nor call in. calling in would mean he'd end up sitting at home being left to his thoughts and frankly, that was no good. he threw his car in the parking lot of his apartment complex, choosing to go for a short walk prior to going in for the day.
with no destination in particular in mind, he headed down the street but hadn't made it very far before someone collided with him. clearly his head was in another place, made clear by the fact he hadn't even seen the young woman. as she sputtered off an apology, he held up his hand, returning it all the same. "nahh, s'alright. i wasn't looking where i was going." he offered a chuckle as she as if she was okay, unable to keep himself from observing her handsomely. "i'm six foot tall, basically a tree. gonna take a lot more than a pretty girl to take me down." he flashed a toothy grin, unable to pry his eyes off of her. well, she was a good distraction. hai der template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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