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Dec 12, 2015 17:01:43 GMT -6
Post by PIPER ASHMORE on Dec 12, 2015 17:01:43 GMT -6
living in a world so cold, wasting away living in a shell with no soul the world loved to hate piper ashmore. mostly, it was because of her abrasive attitude that she put on display for everyone. she appeared to hate ninety percent of those who presented themselves to her, which was probably a pretty accurate number. she had no use for small talk or petty conversations - not when so much more was hidden behind her wall. they all judged her and sought to bring her down, making her out to be a brat simply because she thought it was fun. but if they truly knew what she'd endured and all that had been taken from her, perhaps they would have thought twice before judging her. then again, maybe not. after all, she learned very quickly that the world was a cruel, cruel place.
lately, more so than normal, she'd been an emotional wreck. this facade of being a strong willed woman, capable of anything, had faltered. she was falling apart at the seams. between sobbing in public to ripping out anyone and everyone's throats who came near her, she couldn't keep her shit together. what she really needed was a good conversation with cain, whom more often than not could screw her head on the right way. they were like peas in a pod those two. despite their differences, they strove for the same goal of revenge and would let nothing stand in their way until it was obtained. the vampire council had to pay and while it wasn't exactly helpful to her psyche, she was showing her resistance to them by openly attacking. that was a big no no.
while the blonde had been in a questionable state the last few days, she managed to pick up the pieces of her tonight. this was how it went: the cycle of her life. some days she was a wreck who was in a million scattered pieces and other nights, she seemed poised...like she had her hsit together. she didn't; it was all just a facade. but in all honesty, could she be blamed? what woman would ever be right in the head after the murder of her fiance and child and additionally, being forced to watch her tormentors rule over the city? that was fucked up.
from her over drinking in the bar the other night, word of a house party had drifted to her ears. she dismissed it initially, figuring it was going to be some lame college event that would bore her. she'd stopped going to house parties decades ago, finding they were quite boring. but now finding herself on the day in question, she had rethought the situation. there was some mention of musicians being there and additionally, it sounded pretty exclusive. how true that was, she had no clue. she had no powers left to her being, not even compulsion, after being stripped of her title...but she found she was still capable of bending the wills of others with a low cut shirt and a pretty smile. shit, even if this party was lame, at least she had access to a wide variety of tainted blood. see, she loved taking from those who were drunk or high, mostly because the effects were transferred to her upon feeding. sounded like a good deal to her. besides, what else did she have to do?
the vampire didn't have the exact address but she didn't need it; as soon as she neared the block, she heard the music from outside. piper was relieved to see that a number of the people hanging outside smoking, as well as those entering the home, were not little brats like she'd feared. well, maybe the night would end up being alright after all. she brushed her way through the home, picking her way through the small crowd in search for something that caught her eye.
well something caught her eye alright. in the center of the room was a handsome man, talking loudly and laughing as a bunch of people surrounded him. seemed like he was the life of the party and she made a mental note to keep an eye on him for the night. clearly there was no expense spared here, nor worry for police intervention...made clear by the dozens of bottles of expensive booze as well as assortment of drugs that were sprawled out in the kitchen like some sort of free for all. she helped herself to some of the hard liquor before meandering back into the living room area where she rested against the staircase. alright, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. well, at least it showed promise until a rather drunk man came up to her, attempting to get her to come off the wall and dance with her. "fuck off." she muttered, returning to sipping her drink. when he persisted, piper held nothing back when it came to sending him into the wall, smashing his head against the banister. "i said fuck off." he stumbled a few times and looked as if he was going to come after her once he regained his balance. her gaze merely glared at him, almost daring him to come at her. this was supposed to be fun, god dammit...
hope the setting is ok - if not lemme know and i'll change it template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Dec 13, 2015 3:13:02 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Dec 13, 2015 3:13:02 GMT -6
if love is a labor i'll slave till the end each and everyday came as a struggle. it took so much effort just to get up in the morning, let alone leave his house. living in the same city as dahlia and zahra was difficult. he often saw them, wandering about san francisco, doing their daily routines. wyatt tried to stay away, he truly did. but, seeing his baby girl, sometimes it was just enough to lift his spirits. well, it used to be, before dahlia decided to hookup with some asshole. it was a few weeks back, the first time wyatt spotted the guy... he was holding zahra's hand, as if he meant something to her... it killed him, his heart breaking in two. how the fuck could dahlia do that to him? she knew damn well that wyatt was still around, that he was bound to see them at some point. god, he was so angry, his first instinct was to get rid of this dick all together. one little bullet, that's all it would take. the only thing stopping him was zahra... she viewed this man as her father... despite how badly it hurt, how could he take away someone so important to his baby girl? his own feelings weren't supposed to mean anything, zahra came first... no matter what.
he chose to stay away, though dahlia's words made it clear that she didn't want him around either. freak... wyatt was nothing more than a monster in her eyes, and he didn't blame her. there was no good to come out of his situation. being turned into a lycan, it screwed up his entire life. look where he was now: a junkie rapper. he could have been so much more... wyatt would have given his little girl the world... the only thing he could do for her now was send money, which he did every month. he never got any cheques returned to him, so at least dahlia was accepting the money. his only hope was that she was putting it away, saving it up for a college fund. it wasn't much, but it was all that he could do at the moment. he wanted more than anything to believe that one day things could be different. that maybe he would be able to control his wolf side, that it would be safe to be around his child. at least, that's what noah tried to convince him of. wyatt on the other hand, he knew the truth. he was never going to be apart of zahra's life.
life was becoming a routine. days were spent sleeping, while his nights consisted of parties. he was booked pretty solid with the whole rap gig, frequenting various bars across the city, he even sold out an arena. as far as careers go, his was looking rather good. another perk of fame and fortune? the never-ending supply of drugs. they were everywhere, so easily obtained. hell, he had people offering them for free, so long as he performed, or made an appearance at after parties. to most, it would seem as though wyatt was living the dream. those individuals couldn't have been more wrong. once again, he was trapped in the clutches of addiction. the male had kicked that habit long ago, when zahra was born. he promised dahlia that he was done with drugs, not to mention the drinking. that was one thing that wyatt couldn't handle, especially since being turned: strong liquor. it had a strong effect on the male, changing his personality completely. he became aggressive and abusive, it didn't take much to set him off. the first time he laid hands on dahlia was the very last time he consumed hard liquor, at least while in the presence of females.
despite wanting to call it a night, wyatt was talked into attending a party, hosted by a good friend. most of the individuals invited were cut from the same cloth: entertainers, groupies, along with a random crowd here and there. really, the guest list just managed to grow. with a beer in his hand, wyatt stood in the center of the living room, surrounded by a group of people. everyone was laughing, having a good ol' time. he was riding a pretty decent high, thanks to the abundance of drugs provided. in all honesty, he only recognized a few of the faces around him, the rest having flocked to him the second he walked in. he didn't really care either way, he was far too stoned to tell the difference. however, something did manage to steal his attention away from those close to him. glossy orbs flicked toward the stairs, first noticing a beautiful woman, seemingly annoyed with the male trying to pull her from the wall. now, wyatt was not the type of person to just stand by and watch someone being harassed, no matter how serious the situation.
without a word, wyatt moved from the crowd around him, stopping as he approached the stairs. however, her sudden movement was enough to catch even him off guard. he watched as the female sent the drunkard into the wall, a slight smirk spreading across wyatt's face. before the guy could lunge back at her, wyatt slid his free hand around his shoulders, turning him in the opposite direction. "think you should take off before she embarrasses you more than she already has." eyeing the male momentarily, wyatt managed to hold his anger at bay. "she said no, so i suggest you listen, or we're gonna have a problem here." pausing for a moment, wyatt pointed toward a group of women swaying to the music on the opposite end of the room. "i'm sure one of those lovely ladies over there would be more than willing to dance with you, yeah?" giving the guy a light shove, he pushed him in their direction. whether or not he would come back and continue to be persistent was completely up in the air. leaning against the banister, wyatt turned to the blond sitting upon the stairs. "you got quite the arm on you" chuckling, he motioned to the wall. "thought you'd leave a dent for sure." he had to admit, the girl sitting before him was a radiant image.
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Dec 15, 2015 0:00:08 GMT -6
Post by PIPER ASHMORE on Dec 15, 2015 0:00:08 GMT -6
living in a world so cold, wasting away living in a shell with no soul a few sips into her drink and piper had already decided this was what she needed. she'd been spending too much time in bars and too much time ripping throats out lately. there was no guaranteeing the latter wouldn't happen tonight but perhaps having a few drinks in her and going a little wild would allow her to be more docile when it came to a meal. she was not hungry by any means...at least physically her body was well fed. but after having been stripped of her title and abilities, she was left with nothing but an insatiable need to feed at all times. even over the loud bass of the music, she could hear the heartbeats in those around them, pulses throbbing heavily in necks to taunt her unfairly. sometimes she felt terrible about the lives she took and other times she was doing well with her restraint until someone said something rude to push her over the edge. mostly, though, she liked dropping bodies for the council to find. they had turned her into this; they had created this need for revenge. she wasn't concerned about the pathetic old men and women and frankly, she killed more to spite them than anything else. it was a serious problem, one that wasn't curbed easily. oh how disappointed wesley would have been in her. luckily, she had cain and damien on her team, practically encouraging the behavior.
piper was far from a helpless being and generally, not one to care whether or not she drew attention to herself. however, having just arrived at a party she wasn't even invited to, she wasn't particularly wanting to make a huge scene that would get her kicked out before she'd even managed to get drunk. the guy, however, didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. her eyes flashed dangerously at him, feeling her fangs begin to descend from the upper palette of her mouth. she'd been about to lose her shit and make a scene when the heavily tattooed man, who'd caught her eye, sauntered over.
"well now, thanks for taking away my fun." piper teased as the moron was escorted away from her. she made no effort to hide the fact she had given him the once...and twice...over. it had taken a few moments for it to click in her mind, realizing she'd seen him before. not on a personal level, no. she had seen him on stage or in a magazine or something along those lines. rap wasn't generally her cup of tea but from what she'd heard on the radio, associated with his name, she approved. then again, she didn't care for any of the music of this decade so he was pretty special.
"softball. you know, that lezbo sport really pays off in the real world, apparently. i'd like to thank my little league coach." she grinned, clearly lying about where her strength came from. "and if i did leave a dent in the wall...who would hold me accountable for the damage?" brow rose playfully, her words taunting. piper didn't know why she did this - always fell into the trap of men. she still held a great deal of pain in her heart and each time she was used and tossed to the side, it only furthered the damage. all she wanted was someone to truly love her again and when she couldn't find that, she resorted to lust. from there, she only managed to confuse the two, leaving her in a state of distress at the end of a single night.
in studying him, she could see just how lit he was; not that she really cared. in fact, she wanted in on some of that. the vampire wasn't usually one to shove things directly up her nose or into a vein but instead, fed off of those who were intoxicated, getting the benefits from their rich, junky blood. only thing was, it hadn't taken her long to figure out he wasn't the average mortal in the room. the pulse in his neck told her he was alive but it throbbed heavily, faster than a human's...suggesting he was something else. not a demon or a vampire, seeing as they generally lacked a pulse all together...but something supernatural.
"tell me, what have i done to earn the attention of such a handsome and famous musician? hope you don't charge me for an autograph." again, her words were light, admitting that she was aware who he was. there was something about him though, beneath the charm that he put out, that reminded her of herself. she just couldn't quite place it... template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Dec 18, 2015 16:11:58 GMT -6
if love is a labor i'll slave till the end in no way did wyatt view females as helpless. in all honesty, he had a very high appreciation for the gender. it was an opinion that first formed while in the care of his mother, witnessing the shit his old man put her through. those feelings only managed to escalate after meeting dahlia, especially after the incident that made him stop drinking hard liquor. at least while in the presence of a lady. he saw it on a daily basis, men believing that they had ownership over said girls, treating them like objects rather than a person. there was no doubt in his mind that this particular female had the ability to handle herself, and anyone that tried to take advantage of her. even so, it just rubbed him the wrong way seeing the situation go down. what sort of man would he be if he were to have stood by and let it play out? besides, he more than likely spared the poor bastards pride by sending him away. "my bad, just didn't look like you wanted to be bothered." a light smirk spread across his face as he spoke, eyes settling on the blond.
brow quirked slightly as he noticed her gaze. then again, it could have been in his head. god, was he ever stoned. what had he taken? losing track was what got him into trouble in the first place. wyatt couldn't remember the last time that he was completely sober. not a day passed where he wasn't smoking or taking something. there were a lot of people that disapproved, but at the same time, there were those who egged him on. in the life he was living, drugs had become more than acceptable. they were everything: parties, shows... hell, the kid had quite the stash within his home. he may not have been proud of his habits, but what other choice did he have? addiction was a bitch, though wyatt wasn't about to jump off of that train. the pain he felt while sober, it was crushing. there was no way to cope with his situation. his little girl meant the world to him, and it killed not being able to see her. again, it was something out of his control. jesus, what did he have control over?
he may not have fully believed her story, but he would play along. plus, his intoxicated state made it a little more difficult to fully focus. chuckling, he nodded in acknowledgement of her words. "well shit, guess i shoulda joined up when i had the chance." despite his tall, skinnier frame, wyatt held a strength of his own. not only due to his lycan side, but because of the extensive training he endured. glancing toward the crowd opposite of them, wyatt merely shrugged playfully, another grinning spreading as he looked back to the blond. "don't look at me, that fucker had it coming far as i'm concerned. besides, there ain't no one here that would give a damn. i mean, they're all too fucked to notice anyways." if she had been trying to flirt, it was totally oblivious to wyatt. back in his younger years, the kid was regular ol' player. it was usually while intoxicated, seeking sexual companionship. i guess you could say that it only got worse as the fame came on. the select women that did follow him were more than willing to throw themselves at him. wyatt wasn't the type to take advantage of anyone, especially not a woman. still, when a beautiful lady shows interest, it tends to be hard to say no, at least when under the influence. when sober, he had no issues with turning them away.
his reaction to her words was something between a scoff and a chuckle, though it was kept light. "sorry to disappoint, but i ain't famous." in his own eyes, wyatt was still lingering at the bottom of the game. he was nowhere near the top dogs, yet he had somehow gotten his name out there. despite what he thought, his face was plastered throughout the media. magazines, television, the internet... it was a little surreal, to be honest. wyatt was just happy that the media were unable to gain his real story. at least, the full story. he had managed to keep both dahlia and zahra away from all of the prying eyes, the world had no idea that he even had a daughter. more importantly, they didn't know what he was, or what he had suffered through. suppose it was a good thing, ghost would surely have a field day if any of their information got out. he would be a goner for sure.
it was never about the money. music meant something to him, just being able to get his words out. aside from that, it was really all a game. his concerts were known for being a little on the rowdy side, which may or may not be an understatement. as far as wyatt was concerned, there were no rules once he stepped foot on stage. hell, he was often doing jumps from second-level balconies into the crowds, more than he was on stage. his antics varied: from lighting fires on the stage, smoking joints while performing, crowd-surfing, climbing up beams, to spraying the crowd with whatever alcohol they had available. it was all just a never-ending party to wyatt. despite his gentleman ways, the kid got labeled as a bad boy. he was disruptive at times, and he sure as hell spoke his mind, no matter who you were. oh, the authorities just adored him. there was no keeping track of how many times he ended up in street brawls, or in behind bars. he spent a year in prison not too long ago, which was bullshit, mostly because it was harder to get any narcotics.
leaning against the stairs, mostly for support, wyatt let his glossy orbs meet the female's before him. "famous or not, it's nice to have a little genuine company now and then. and it don't hurt that it's from a beautiful lady." grinning slightly, wyatt could barely focus on his own words. "and y'know, someone that isn't completely fucked up, even if i am." shaking his head, wyatt spoke in a playful tone. "what kind of person would i be if i made you pay for an autograph? shit wouldn't be right. besides, don't think you'd get much for it. now, if you want an autograph from someone like p. diddy or fuckin' jay z, i could hook you up." cracking up, wyatt managed to step around the railing, taking a seat on the step below the woman. well, more like falling onto the step. "ah, shit." despite his highly intoxicated state, he managed to not spill the drink in his hand.
leaning his head against the wall behind him, wyatt eventually turned his attention back onto the blond. it was an odd feeling... almost as if he had met her before, she was familiar in some sense. her eyes... it seemed rather easy to get lost in them, but there was something else luring him in. sadness? whatever it was, the kid had seen it before. hell, he was all too familiar with sorrow. without looking away, wyatt realized that he had unintentionally interrupted this poor girl's evening with his non-sober self. "shit, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to fuckin', barge in on your night or anythin'. i can crawl my way back over there if you want, emphasis on crawl." pointing across the room, wyatt couldn't help but chuckle once again. "i can't really see straight right now, so it might take me a few minutes to get up." despite having possibly ruined this girl's night, wyatt found the entire situation rather hilarious. man, he was riding one hell of a buzz. the only problem? he couldn't even remember what it was from. then again, it wouldn't have been a surprise if someone slipped him something, either in his drink, or him taking it willingly. all in all, it was just another night in the life of wyatt caldwell.
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Dec 19, 2015 20:25:39 GMT -6
Post by PIPER ASHMORE on Dec 19, 2015 20:25:39 GMT -6
living in a world so cold, wasting away living in a shell with no soul piper had never really gotten along with the female race. as the only girl among three brothers, she fought very hard to maintain her own identity. her brothers had always treated her fairly and while she played around with them, she never really let herself fall into that tomboy role. it wasn't that she couldn't handle all the things boys did, but instead, that she wanted to be her own being. being the only daughter made her unique. but it also seemed to set her up for failure. her bitchy attitude, brought on by the events of the last century, chase many other women off. she had very few friends that were women, even in spite of her occasional nights with them. overall, she just gravitated towards men easier and not for the whorish reason that many assumed. mostly, she just needed someone to be close with who didn't try to analyze her; who didn't judge her. "you can bother me. i s'pose i could tolerate you." she hid her grin behind her drink as she sipped it, peering at him from over her cup.
everything about her was such a facade. on the outside she was strong and confident, shielding her pain and hurt from the rest of the world. but inside, she was empty. in her moments alone she usually crumbled, held together only by the words of cain who often tried to comfort her. piper was more than capable of taking care of herself out in the world, especially in a simple party setting like this, but it took everything in her not to turn into something murderous. as she saw the people laughing and having a good time, she not only wanted to join in, but she wanted to hate them. they all took their lives for granted and none of them even realized it. she wanted to take her out on the world and sometimes, she did. that was the best medicine for her...better than drugs and alcohol, but it also made her a monster she feared.
the more she watched him, the more she wanted to know what he was. she'd chased away plenty of people by entrusting her with vampire secret but one day, she hoped someone would stay. she doubted things would get that far, to the point of her revealing what she was, but you never know. "yeah well, we can't all be super star athletes." she teased, shrugging her shoulders before chuckling. honestly, she couldn't even remember the last time she did anything physical, aside from bedroom activities. her slender frame was attributed to her immortal status and really nothing more. "ahh, i see. i was just sayin', if i need to be cuffed or something...i would totally understand." piper couldn't help but lay it on a little thick, especially with someone so easy on the eyes. and besides, he was so lit he probably wouldn't even remember if she managed to awkwardly embarrass herself. "right, they're the ones who are fucked...and you're a sober saint, aren't you?" piper questioned with with a raise brow, not that she really cared, catching his glazed eyes in her own.
the vampire, too, noticed something she'd seen before in his eyes. each and every day, piper saw it in her own eyes when she looked in the mirror. it was that look of loss, mingled with a lack of hope. whatever had happened to him, in his life and his past, she felt as though she understood, even with it being unspoken between them. it was odd, having that sort of connection with a completely stranger and yet, she couldn't shake it. then again, maybe he was just too fucked up, making her see something that just wasn't there.
honestly, piper couldn't tell how he felt on the situation - if he really thought he wasn't famous or if he was just being modest. "oh humble too, are we? got the tattoos, the face, voices, and the modesty...you're just a package deal, aren't you?" she had no problem with dishing out the compliments and only hoped she wasn't making him uncomfortable. then again, he could have told her to fuck off at any point and she'd probably flip him off before leaving rather quietly. "i've seen those billboards with your face on them. you're doing something right." the vampire admitted casually. but in all honesty, his being famous didn't matter one bit to her. in fact, she often tried not to get involved with people in the spotlight. after all, eventually, it would shed light on the fact that she didn't age.
at his compliment, piper could feel the color in her cheeks rise. luckily, she could attribute it to the drink in her cup and not her blushing. piper was a beautiful woman; she'd been told that on plenty of occasions. but it wasn't the words that caused her to fluster, but whom they came from. "if i can't pay for an autograph, i'd be happy to bargain a bit. maybe you could...sing me a song...or i could give you my number in exchange?" oh yes, real smooth. the blonde shook her head at the latter part of his comment, a few stray locks falling in her face. "i mean, they're okay...but i like to support local artists." she teased, rather enjoying the playful banter.
piper covered her mouth as she watched him more or less fall, stifling a reaction between a laugh and a gasp. with her speed, she attempted to help him before he took his tumble onto the stair but all she managed to do was end up next to him without an explanation of how. shit. she played it off by seating herself next to him, taking the drink from his hand. "alright there, slick. think you've had just about enough." the blonde wasn't interested in ruining anyone's fun but she also didn't want him ending up hurt or sick at the end of the night. at his apology, she immediately blurted out the words, before she could stop herself. "i'm not sorry." realizing how desperate she probably sounded, she tried to cover it with casual words. "i think you need someone to look out for you for a while..." meaning, until he sobered up. she was half expecting him to tell her to fuck off, being a buzzkill and all. "...and i don't have a damn thing in the world to do." her smile was genuine, nudging him with her elbow. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Jan 21, 2016 23:38:51 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Jan 21, 2016 23:38:51 GMT -6
if love is a labor i'll slave till the end it was amazing just how drastically things could change over the course of a few years. where the hell had his life gone? being sick as a child, wyatt was used to being told no. he was used to everyone doubting him, placing the kid upon some sort of illness pedestal. his mother was worst of all, gazing upon wyatt as if he was some fragile little boy, incapable of living on his own. despite his disadvantage, wyatt never let the severity show. when the pain came crashing down, he simply locked himself within his bedroom, tossing out some bullshit speal to his mother about keeping him caged up. no one suspected anything, they barely knew the difference. wyatt suffered, but he didn't let the illness stop him. hell, he would be damned if it took him before he got to live. guess that's what lead him down the path of a criminal. he was barely eighteen when he left home, entirely ready to experience what the world had to offer. sadly, he stumbled the drugs not long after tasting real freedom.
the drugs started off as an escape, a way to numb the pain he felt daily. it took no time for wyatt to become addicted, given his personality. soon enough, the kid would need to indulge in marijuana daily to function correctly. it was odd, the way his body reacted. if he were to stop using, it was almost as if the effects of his illness came back. not so much the sickness itself, but the pain. addiction was wyatt's downfall. the cravings never went away, they only grew worse over time. it was no one's fault but his own. due to his reckless behavior as a child, wyatt was now trapped within the arms of narcotics. to make matters worse, the kid didn't see it as a problem. why should he care? the only person he had in his life was noah, and his brother had a life of his own to worry about. wyatt's child was gone, and she sure as hell wouldn't be making an entrance in his life any time soon. that left the male with no one but himself. once again, he was completely alone in the world.
there was something about this girl. despite having only met her minutes prior, wyatt could tell that she was different. first off, never before had he stumbled upon a lady that intentionally slammed dudes heads into walls. i mean, most of the girls he was surrounded by knew his name, they followed him around for a reason. whether that was due to the small portion of money he obtained from shows, or other hidden intentions. it was hard to find genuine individuals, especially within the performance industry. still, wyatt gave everyone he met the benefit of doubt, unless they outright did something to piss the male off. in a way, he had become nothing more than a puppet on strings. hell, they were basically feeding him the drugs in order to maintain his career, knowing that he would break down while sober. oh, they couldn't have that. so, wyatt succumbed to the lifestyle. his nights were normally spent on stage, days clouded by drug induced sleep. there were girls here and there, sexual encounters that occurred while under the influence. the relationships stopped at that, one night hookups and nothing more. hell, there was a few counts that wyatt blacked out, unable to recall who the girl passed out beside him was, or how she got in his bed.
"easier said than done, ma'am." if it wasn't already obvious, wyatt was known to become a bit of a handful. forever getting himself into trouble, no rules applied to the kid. he did and said what he wanted, especially when it came to authority figures. then again, by the looks of her, maybe this lady was capable of tolerating wyatt, possibly even handling his reckless ways. "true enough." nodding at her words, he couldn't help but agree. even as a child, wyatt was never the athletic type. skateboarding was the closest thing to fitness in his world. "you would?" grinning lightly, wyatt was unable to hold back his gitty expression. the conversation had skipped all the way over to being handcuffed, and he wasn't the one who brought it up. "i'll keep that in mind." adding onto the situation, wyatt gave the girl a slight wink, meant in a playful manner. chuckling at her next statement, his humor was more than clear. "not at all. i honestly can't remember the last time i was sober. guess i'm just as bad as everyone else here." there was no denying the truth. the sober life was not for him.
it was still a little surreal, the fact that people knew who he was. being famous was never really what wyatt wanted, not compared to getting his music out there. "nah. you're just too nice for your own good. should be me payin' you the compliments." hearing this girl speak, it brought wyatt back to his youth, the days when butterflies still fluttered in one's stomach. she was something else, that much was certain. "ah, they'll throw anythin' up on those things." chuckling lightly, he brushed off the billboard comment. wyatt didn't really pay much attention to that, his agent dealt with that sort of stuff. "shit, i would write you a song." he did have to admit, the beauty sitting before him would have made for the perfect muse. "or, i could buy you dinner sometime?" it was a long shot, but wyatt wasn't about to duck out now.
falling was not part of the plan. then again, what could one expect given how much alcohol he had drank, and god knows what else. within seconds she was seated beside him, as if in the blink of an eye. seeing her so close caused his heart to speed up, gaze drifting onto her beauty. he was so transfixed by the female, he didn't even realize that his drink had been taken. he wasn't about to reject her care, not in the slightest. "if you say so." the thing with wyatt, he didn't exactly know how to stop. the drinking and drug use, it came with no limit. staring back up to the girl, it felt as if his heart would beat right out of his chest. "i always manage to end up back home, somehow." no matter how intoxicated he got, wyatt normally woke up within his own bed, completely unaware of how he got there. on a few accounts he would wake up on the floor of someone's house, not that it was much different. "you're a good person." leaning his head against the wall, his gaze lingered upon her own bright eyes. "i'm wyatt."
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Feb 2, 2016 1:08:50 GMT -6
Post by PIPER ASHMORE on Feb 2, 2016 1:08:50 GMT -6
living in a world so cold, wasting away living in a shell with no soul the vampire should have had no real complaints about the first half of her life. despite losing her parents early and nearly losing a brother permanently, the ashmores had it all. with their abilities of compulsion and the persuasion of the fangs in their mouths, they were able to obtain absolutely everything they had ever wanted. the problem was, they had taken advantage of it all. the power had gotten to be too much for them to cope with in a normal way and so, they abused it. piper took what she wanted when she wanted, not particularly caring what bodies she left in her wake or who she turned subsequently. the only issue arose when she was rejected, leaving her completely broken to the point she punished everyone in her direct vicinity. unfortunately, when she came down from the high of her rage, it left her in an even more broken state than before. seeing the reality of what she'd done and the monster she was was enough to cripple a girl. not only did she feel unlovable to the entire outside world, but she hated herself as well.
even though she was a loose canon and extremely fragile, piper seemed to take what she wanted. how could she not? having been enslaved and tortured by the aurics for so many years, she struggled to regain her life. she still hadn't completely and figured she never would but she allowed herself the opportunities when they presented themselves. most of the time that was in the form of feeding, particularly because she didn't have a choice. while each vampire had their need and lust for blood, hers was an addiction above all others. the council had made sure to amplify the very thing that made her a monster, to make her even more of one. but aside from that, which was out of her control, she took what she could when she could...because she hadn't had much else. being within the guy's company, however, she didn't have any selfish desires or stray thoughts whatsoever. her attention had been focused entirely upon him, soaking up whatever she could. the only selfish thought that had crossed her mind was wanting to be in his company right then and there.
if she was being truthful, she'd have to say she had a rather low tolerance for morons and drunken idiots. considering he's handsome face and humorous attitude, she really didn't think this guy was going to prove to be a problem. "is that a dare...a challenge? because i'd gladly accept that." a devious grin tugged at the corners of her mouth though it hadn't quiet spread out, leaving the air of mystery. "and ma'am. seriously? do i look like i'm sixty and need help carrying my groceries out to my stationwagon?" she teased lightly, finding his mannerisms charming, actually. gaze rolled playfully at his mention of storing the little tidbit of information, certainly not minding the idea of going down that road with him. "lucky you. here i am, feeling like the sober idiot. if i'm gonna crash a stranger's party, i should at least do it right and be fucked up, hey?" she tilted her cup, sloshing what little liquid was left in it. what she really wanted as a little blood to take the edge off but it never really satisfied her...it wasn't meant to. the aurics made sure of that.
she couldn't help but snort, muttering into her drink as he mentioned she was too nice. "that's not something i hear often." honestly, she was seen as a brat or a bitch more than anything else. honestly, that was her half the time but what people didn't understand was that she harbored a lot of hurt inside...pain she'd never reveal to the world. the way they were bantering back and forth, she felt like a little child. this stranger in a few moments had already made her happier than she'd been in sometime. the only other person who could take her mind off things like this was cain, who knew how to handle her emotions. simply put, this was fucking nice. yet at the same time, she felt this strange pressure to not say something stupid and seem like a completely idiot. "anything, hmm? well, the anything they chose was a pretty good choice if i say so myself."
it was probably just his inebriated self talking but piper found some gentle happiness in the idea of him writing a song...or even taking her out to dinner. shit, she'd settle for either. the color rose to her cheeks, pitching the rosy hue against her pale skin. "a song would be nice..." she smiled, hoping he wouldn't notice her blushing. "...dinner would probably be easier. either or...i'd be game." the vampire tried not to seem to eager but wasn't sure she was pulling it off. "if you ditch me for another chick, i'd don't blame you, mister famous." she threw it there with a laugh, applying the idea that if he forgot when he was sober, it wasn't a big deal. even so, she really hoped this was a legit offer.
piper watched him intently as he talked about somehow getting home, not exactly refusing her offer. she found her gaze studying him carefully, which she found to be easy considering how lit he was. she was about as sober as could be and yet, something about the guy had completely transfixed her. "we'll figure out how you're getting home once you can manage standing." she smiled reassuringly, but it fell as soon as he spoke something she knew to be untrue. her gaze fell to the ground for a moment, staring at her feet before muttering. "i'm really not. maybe that's why i'm here. to forgot the good person i'm not." she sighed quietly, looking back up at him with a half smile. "but you're very sweet." despite the clear addiction he was slave to, he seemed like a real good guy.
of course she had heard his name in passing before, particularly before his music played over the radio. hearing it straight from his mouth, on a personal level, was nice though. her heart beat faster through the introduction, her inability to keep the smile from her lips more clear. "hmm, and i was going to get used to calling you slick." she teased, finally offering up her own name. "piper." god, she just felt like she could sit with him all night, completely ignoring the world around her. gahh, they make my heart happy template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Mar 21, 2016 20:03:46 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Mar 21, 2016 20:03:46 GMT -6
if love is a labor i'll slave till the end he couldn't help but chuckle at her response, glossy orbs settling on her own oceans of blue. "could be. you seem like the daring type. fair warning, i've been told that i'm a handful. long as you're down for a challenge, i'm game. won't be goin' easy on you, though. just so y'know." smirking, wyatt held up his hands in defense, continuing to play along. "well, excuse me for tryin' to be courteous and shit. mama didn't raise no fool, a'ight? and for the record, you definitely don't look sixty." hell, the girl before him was far more than a pretty face. she was both feisty and confident, not afraid to speak her mind. despite only having encountered the earlier that night, it felt almost as if wyatt had known her for years. perhaps it was their similar nature, the fact that they shared unknown aspects of their lives in common. whatever the reason, her company was enjoyable, and very much needed. like a breath of fresh air, no longer did wyatt feel as if he were drowning.
it was a sad realization: wyatt no longer remembered how it felt to be completely sober. not a day went by where he didn't smoke something, or drink more than he should, not to mention the pills. the kid's life revolved around drug abuse, whether he wanted to admit that or not. there was no hiding from the truth. perhaps that's why he surrounded himself with people that were within the same boat, so he wouldn't have to face the reality of it all. "ah, think it might be more of a curse than anything." smirking, wyatt leaned his head against the wall, eyes still focused on the beauty. "count yourself lucky, you still gotta good head on your shoulders." with a shaky hand, he motioned towards the crowded room. "you don't wanna let your guard down around these motherfuckers. i mean, there's a few good ones, but the rest are douchebags." in a drunken blindness, wyatt gently patted the girl's leg, without truly realizing his actions. "they ain't gonna fuck with you while i'm here, though, i can guarantee you that." when it came to women, it took very little for the man to grow protective.
leaning back against the wall, he let out a light chuckle. "then again, i'm sure that you could kick my ass, along with every other dude in here on your own." that was likely more than true, given that she had sent a man's head through the wall not even an hour prior. his laughter faded when her heard the snort, looking over to see her muttering into her drink, as if she didn't believe him. well, goddamn. looks like you've been hangin' around the wrong people. 'cause i shit you not, you might just be one of the nicest people i've met so far. honestly, i can't remember the last time i actually enjoyed the company of another person, other than my brother." noah was really the only other individual that wyatt felt comfortable around, and that was because most of their lives were spent together. i mean, they were twins, after all. the only downside to spending time with noah was the talk of ghost, which often managed to creep its way into their conversations. it wasn't so much the operation itself, as much as it was wyatt. he wasn't the same, time had taken its toll on the man. he was unstable and reckless, two traits that didn't sit well together. he refused to go back because he wanted to keep everyone safe. his brother didn't see it, but wyatt would only put the others at risk.
"basically. whatever'll earn 'em a quick buck." teasing slightly, his grin eventually widened, despite his attempt at trying to keep it cool. "alright, tell you what: we can start with dinner, and come back to the song. could always hash it out on our second date. i mean, if you wanted to, y'know..." cracking up at himself, wyatt folded his arms across his stomach. god, was he ever smooth. of course, the amused expression faded slightly, eyes locking back onto the blond as she spoke. there was something about the way she joked, like she struggled with her own self-worth. then again, maybe it was the alcohol he had consumed. "i'd never ditch you, 'specially not for another girl. i don't care how famous a ma'fucka is, that shit ain't right." his grin reappeared almost immediately, glancing down at his hands. "nah... if i take you out, you'd be the only girl i see." you that feeling you get while seated in a crowded area, but you only see one person in the room? yeah, that's how wyatt felt. once again, his eyes locked back onto hers. "kinda like right now..." no one else in the room seemed to matter, it was as if they had been alone the entire time.
it wasn't like wyatt to take such an interest in someone, not since dahlia. even then, it was never love. she was pregnant, and he was trying to do the right thing by their little girl. to say that he was nervous would be an understatement, especially after his previous comments. sucking in a deep breath, wyatt's heart began to race once more. the pounding against his chest was loud enough to ring through his ears, eyes glancing around the room. moving slightly, someone pushed their way up the stairs, too drunk to notice the two seated on the steps. as she walked past, wyatt took the cup from her hand, without the girl realizing it in the slightest. raising the glass in her direction, he did a silent cheers before chugging the beverage. "ah, who needs to walk. i'm an expert crawler, legit. i own that shit." tossing the empty cup aside, he shook his head in response. "you're not a good person?" a warm smile pulled at his mouth, eyes growing softer. "you're at a fuckin' party, you should be gettin' wasted and dancin' an shit. but instead, you're sittin' here with my drunk ass, talkin' about how i'm gettin' home. if that ain't a good person, shit, i don't what is."
he had trouble containing his laughter as he nodded, placing a hand on his chest. "you can call me whatever you want." pausing a moment, he eventually reached his hand out, attempting a formal greeting. "well, it's very nice to meet you, piper." as his eyes locked onto her crystal pools once more, wyatt couldn't help but feel numb. for the first time, he was at a loss for words. he didn't even know this girl, and yet, there he was: completely consumed by her. snapping out of the threatening trance, he immediately tried to shake it off. "you need another drink? i'ma go... go get you one." the anxiety was starting to creep back, palms beginning to sweat. it was wyatt that needed the drink, or possibly something stronger. grabbing onto the railing, he struggled to pull himself up, legs shaking under the weight. it made no difference to him. hell, the kid would crawl his way over if he had to.
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Apr 10, 2016 3:25:02 GMT -6
Post by PIPER ASHMORE on Apr 10, 2016 3:25:02 GMT -6
living in a world so cold, wasting away living in a shell with no soul a teasing grin flitted across her lips at the mention of him being a handful. "oh god, you're a handful? but that's so...unheard of. a celebrity who's not well behaved." sarcasm, at its best. "well, lucky me, that's just how i prefer my men." even though her tone had come across playful, she wasn't exactly lying. her own life had been so twisted and disturbed that she tended to choose others with their own issues. whether it was excessive partiers or those with tempers, they were always the ones that piper found most intriguing. and while she found a hint of that within wyatt too, it went so much deeper. this time it wasn't someone with whom to compete with her own sad life, she wasn't looking at him to take that away momentarily. no, this time she empathized with the person across from her, because she saw a bit of herself in him, for whatever reason. it was all piper could do not to burst out laughing at the mention of her 'fake' age. "oh, how sweet of you. i know, i look good for 1500 years old, don't i?" he was drunk and regardless, probably wouldn't believe the truth-disguised-as-a-lie anyway. that's what made it all the more amusing.
perhaps he'd find her rude, but she couldn't help but ask the question. not out of rudeness, but curiosity. "then why do you do it? if it's a curse?" a sigh escaped the blonde, following the finger he pointed at the crowd. she glanced down at her feet, picking at a seam on her pant leg. it wasn't easy talking about the past, which was something she did her best to keep bottled deep within her. but wyatt made it seem effortless, like she wanted to pour her whole soul out to him. "i've met some real monsters in the past." a humorless laugh, bordering on a scoff became audible. "if only they were replaced with handsy, drunk morons...things might not have been so bad." instead, she was tortured for years after her family was ripped away. she'd done it to herself, though...she really needed to stop playing the martyr. the glee returned to her quickly as he patted her leg, causing her to snicker at his comment. "oh thank god. i was a real damsel in distress until you showed up." even though she was well aware she could handle herself here(unless she got out of control with the blood), she found his comment completely endearing. it was good to know someone had her back for once.
piper chuckled when he corrected the former statement, nodding in agreement. "you know why? all because i ate my damn vegetables as a kid. mom always told me i'd be strong if i did...and look at me now - beating up guys at a party." she was sure if she kept joking and smiling as much as she was that her face would start hurting. she'd mastered resting bitch face so all this was a completely new look for her.
for a moment, silence fell over her, simply listening to the male talk. "well...thank you." piper stated rather quietly, unsure how to take the compliment. "i just don't think you'd feel that way if you could look back at my past." most women would have taken the compliment and run with it but a part of her felt guilty. she wasn't a nice person or a good person or even a halfway decent person. all this guy was doing was looking at a pretty face through his drunk goggles and saying what made him feel good. that's how she rationalized it, anyway. "but as for the enjoying part, i agree with you there." cain had always been a comfort to piper but with his little blonde whore hanging around more, she was seeing less and less of him.
god, he was a regular casanova, alright. "i dunno...i'm usually only a one date kinda girl. got other options to explore." piper feigned mixed emotions on the idea of going on two dates with him but she ended it with a chuckle. "yeah, that sounds good to me." she'd been mostly joking about being ditched, though part of her expected it on account of her poor self image. it was refreshing and reassuring too, to hear the genuine words. it could all change when he sobered up but her gut was telling her wyatt was the real deal. how often did that come along in a life time? damn. "stop that." she said sternly before following up with something more playful. "stop being so fucking charming." she nudged him sharply with her elbow as she glanced down with a laugh, bringing her eyes back up to meet his.
smooth, she mouthed to him as he snatched the cup, feeling her own thirst and hunger surmount. her bloodlust was tied to her emotions and even though they were all of desire at the moment, she wanted nothing more than to feed. she tried to push it down, in order to continue on with a normal conversation, though occasionally, her pointed teeth tried to break free. "you seem like the least douchy person here. really a no-brainer that i'm sitting here with you." she joked again but there were really so many more reason she was sitting there with him.
"um...i'm good." the vampire sputtered out, not exactly wanting him to leave. aside for the fact she was enjoying the company, she'd never worried so much about someone finding severe harm just by crossing the room. a funny thought, in theory, but he really was fucked up from what she could tell. "seriously, i don't need another drink. or i can just get it myself." seeing his knees struggle with his weight, she decided to pull him back down, biting her lip sharply. "easy there, slim. just take it easy." before she could even stop herself or rattle off the reason why it was a bad idea, piper found herself leaning in. she met wyatt's lips and even though the taste of alcohol there was potent, she enjoyed their warmth. after a brief moment she pulled back sharply, glancing way with embarrassment. "oh fuck. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to do that." the entire statement was a lie. she wasn't sorry and she sure as hell did mean to do it. she just...wasn't sure the timing was appropriate. ah well. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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