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Post by jay on Jan 29, 2008 2:35:53 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
A sleek black motorbike tore down the street, screeching to a sudden halt outside Starbucks. The style of the driving made people look back at where it had come from; searching for a path of destruction or a police car, but there was none. The rider looked just as menacing in a black, silver studded jacket and a helmet with a lunging snake painted on delicately. He swung his leg over the bike, and wheeled it into a parking space, carefully putting down the stand and letting it rest on its own weight gently. Pulling off his gloves and putting them in the storage compartment under his seat, he then took out a cigarette. The helmet came off next, and he clipped it onto the handle bars whilst he lit his cigarette.
The man’s face wasn’t the most handsome, without smooth lines or softly defined features. Instead, his face was angular with piercing, dark eyes and framed by spiked black hair. He took a pair of large sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on, before he proceeded to just stand there, by his bike, looking menacing. It was 12:25, and he looked like he was waiting for someone. People avoided him, incase they were the one he was waiting for. He couldn’t help smile to himself, with silvery toxic smoke coiling from his lips, at how he always seemed to have this effect on everyone.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 29, 2008 12:09:03 GMT -5
As she placed the straighteners gently back onto her desk, Reagan checked the time. She was going to be late, and to make it worse she had to walk into town because her car was still in the parking lot of Club Sierra, from the night before.
She sighed and swing her small rucksack over her orange t-shirt, and whilst adjusting her studded belt that lay over her black drain pipes she hurried out of her dormitory.
She hadn't spoken to Liam yet, let alone seen him since last night, but she wasn't ready to yet. It could wait.
Reagan's mind wandered to the encounter with Holly earlier in the library, she obviously couldn't remember the details, so no one knew what had really happened at the club.
When Reagan finally looked up from her daydream of thoughts, she realised she was only a few minutes away from the high street, and Starbucks, which is were her and Jay had planned to meet.
Just as she had expected, she saw a figure in black standing beside a motorcycle. A small smile spread across her face as she walked over, tucking her ipod away.
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Post by jay on Jan 29, 2008 12:13:55 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He flicked his cigarette away, and rubbed his hands together thoughtfully. He was about to check his watch and get another cigarette when he spotted Reagan coming towards him. He grinned, which quickly turned into a frown as he made his way towards her.
“Shit, I’m sorry Reagz, I forgot about your car!” he looked distressed, and rubbed his face irritably, before he smiled and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her closer than necessary. He let go as abruptly as he’d pulled her in, and looked sheepishly down at the ground.
“How are you?” he asked, glancing up over the top of his glasses, “Hang over not too bad?” he grinned cheekily, unable to resist.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 29, 2008 12:20:56 GMT -5
Reagan laughed when he mentioned her car, she wasn't that bothered by it, she usually hated driving around, it was just quicker. She shrugged lightly, "A walk never harmed anyone" She laughed, "Besides" She continued, "I needed the fresh air"
She was surprised by the unexpected greeting, she didn't know Jay that well but she knew he wasn't the type of guy to throw hugs around openly. "Actually, hangover isn't that bad" She said, knowing the surprised look was still on her face. "I didn't drink that much last night" She added, slowly as the events clicked into place once again.
She shook her head, pushing her hair behind her shoulders as the wind blew it over her face. "You alright?" She asked, returning the question as quick as she could.
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Post by jay on Jan 29, 2008 12:28:59 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He grinned; at least she wasn’t mad at him. That could have happened, and he would have gotten pissed off then. Jay wasn’t very reasonable at times, and normally he came first.
“You’re starting to sound like those bloody hippies,” he teased, remembering the time they’d had a go at him for riding his motorbike to the corner shop and back.
He had spaced out for a moment, a faint colour in his cheeks. He rubbed his arm thoughtfully, and her question snapped him out of it.
“O-oh. Err…I’m alright,” he smiled weakly, and desperately thought of something to change the subject of how he was.
“Erm…Shall we go in then?” he asked, gesturing towards the shop. He went over to his motorbike and got his wallet out of the under-seat compartment, before going back to her. Fighting against the urge to put his arm round her shoulders, he walked towards the shop and held the door open for her.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 29, 2008 13:10:34 GMT -5
Reagan frowned, "Least I don't protest around campus and embarrass myself" She laughed, remembering the two small freshman's who had once sat at the entrance of the car park.
She flicked her hair out of her eyes again, it was beginning to get on her nerves, she shouldn't have bothered straightening it.
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a black hair band and pulled her long blonde hair into a pony tail.
She walked quickly after him, eager to get inside out of the wind, although it wasn't that bad. "Thanks" She laughed, the surprise once again showing in her voice.
Looking up at the menu, she tried to decide what to order, she usually ordered exactly the same thing every time she came into strabucks, but she felt like a change. The small shop was busy as always, and she looked around for a spare table, not succeeding.
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Post by jay on Jan 30, 2008 2:35:59 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He coughed embarrassedly; she obviously didn’t think he was going to open doors for her and the like. He was surprised at himself, actually, but he tried not to show it. After deciding just to get a muffin, he glanced around for somewhere to sit. There was a table of people who were just chatting, all their food gone, and he scowled.
“Hey, Reagz,” he muttered to her, cutting through the background noise, and pushing a $20 note into her hand, “I’ll have a banana nut muffin and a frapachino.” He grinned at her, and then went over to the table he’d seen just then. The people sitting there didn’t look like they were in a hurry, but they eyed him nervously as he walked over.
“’scuse me, but would you kindly vacate your seats? There are not enough places for everyone, and you’re just sitting here yakking. Not very thoughtful, is it?” he said, his tone menacing. The two women looked at each other worriedly, and suddenly decided they were done, picking up their tray of dirty plates and taking it to the counter. Jay grinned, and sat down in one of the chairs, draping his jacket over the back. His sleeveless shirt showed off all his sleeve tattoos, and people looked at him like he was crazy. Sighing, he waited for Reagan to come.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 31, 2008 7:59:24 GMT -5
Reagan pushed her way to the front of the counter, ignoring the couple who were in front of her. She ordered the muffin, and frappachino, and a smoothie for herself. She handed over the $20 note and her own $5, and waited for the change.
She watched Jay with amusement as he made the group of people get up nervously from there table, and grabbing the tray with the order she headed over to him.
Reagan put the tray down on the surface, and put the change in front of Jay, sitting down opposite him she asked, “So why do people call you Canvas?” She asked, with interest, taking the lid of her drink and using the straw to stir it.
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Post by jay on Jan 31, 2008 8:11:16 GMT -5
Jay shrugged, taking his drink and sipping it thoughtfully. He glanced up at her with piercing dark eyes, his black eye shadow a contrast against his pale skin.
“Dunno…The tattoos I guess,” he said, shrugging and laying his arms on the table, turning them underside-up to show the tattoos that incorporated his scars. One was tattooed with stitches, one with barbed wire and one with a skull speared onto the end.
He bit his lip; he’d never shown anyone from Watson the tattoos that meant anything to him. He hadn’t explained to anyone at all the meaning of the tattoo on his chest and abdomen, and he didn’t ever want to. He clenched his fists, and showed the letters on his fingers. His right hand was tattooed with the word HATE and his left hand was tattooed with LOVE. He stared at them for a while, and then self consciously fingered his left ear lobe, which had two stars where you would normally get a piercing.
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 31, 2008 8:29:12 GMT -5
Reagan looked at him with her sharp emerald eyes, as she sipped her drink. She studied his arms, her reaction wasn't clear on her face. "What do they all mean?" She asked curiously, as she took into account they were all slightly similar. Well to her they were.
She had once thought about getting a tattoo, she hadn't any idea what, but before she could decide she had chickened out anyway.
She traced the letters on his hands with her finger, not even realising what she was doing, "Isn't it really painful?" She then asked, wondering how he could go through that so many times.
The only ever thing Reagan was brave enough to do to her body was get her ears pierced twice, and her belly button done. She had once decided upon getting her lip pierced but had once again changed her mind at the last minute.
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Post by jay on Feb 2, 2008 2:46:33 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He chose to ignore her first question, just reveling in the strange sensation of her fingers carefully tracing the patterns on his skin. It made him feel a degree or two colder, but the feeling in his stomach was something he defiantly wasn’t used to. It wasn’t just lust; it was a craving for her companionship.
“Hurt? Like hell they do. But it’s worth it, I think. I’ve never really been a fashion freak, so I decorate myself with something a little more daring,” he winked, and turned his arms over again, so that you could only see the dragons and skulls and what the hell else.
“The ones that mean anything…well…They’re under my shirt, so I guess no one gets to see them, but that’s alright with me,” he shrugged, turning his head, and pointing to a Chinese symbol on the side of his neck.
“That one was the last one I got. It was for my sister and mum…” he trailed off, staring at the floor. His dad always told him they’d moved away, but Jay knew better. He was sure his mum had taken her life, and brought down his sister with her. It just wasn’t fair that no one would believe him…why would she disappear like that, without him? He realized too late he’d started thinking about the forbidden subject, and his eyes had welled up. He bit his lip, wiping them nonchalantly, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Feb 2, 2008 17:09:52 GMT -5
She gave him a smile, and studied the rest of his tattoos, she wondered why he would go through so much pain, she would never have the guts.
She followed his finger that pointed to a Chinese symbol engraved on the side of his neck, she watched him as he spoke.
Reagan could tell he didn't want to talk about his mother and sister, she didn't know what to say in return, so she just left her hand upon his, in a sympathetic way.
Noticing tears in his eyes, she thought to change the subject because she really didn't want him to cry, this obviously was a sensitive subject, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
She took another sip of her drink through the clear straw, "So how many have you got then tough guy?" She asked, with a small smile, hinting that she thought he was pretty tough for actually having needles carving his skin. (:
ooc; ha. I really couldn't think of anything to write.
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Post by jay on Feb 3, 2008 3:24:32 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut about things like that? Sighing, he glanced at her hand on his, and his arm tensed nervously. Grinning when she called him tough guy, he carefully moved his hand so that is was laid on top of hers, and leaned forwards. He frowned, his brows knit thoughtfully.
“How many? God…I really don’t know. A lot,” he trailed off, trying to mentally count them all, but he always lost count when he got to the ones that didn’t mean anything. He grinned
“But between you and me, I don’t have any piercings. I’m scared of them …” he shook his head, snorting in laughter at his own patheticness. Loads of people got piercings all the time and he was scared of a little pin prick? Ha. He’d just got tattoos in the place of earrings instead.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Feb 3, 2008 8:44:56 GMT -5
Reagan smiled again, she didn't know why, she felt so confused inside, a mix of feelings surrounded her, but still Jay made her want to smile.
She moved her hand quickly, not meaning to, but his movement made her jump slightly. She preoccupied herself with her smoothie again and looked up at him as he spoke.
She laughed slightly, "Really?" She asked surprised, she would have thought that getting a tattoo would be much more painful and scary then a simple piercing.
"Weirdo" She grinned, you could tell she was joking. "I don't mind piercings, I would never get a tattoo" She continued, "I'm chicken" She smiled.
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Post by jay on Feb 3, 2008 10:04:36 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He rolled his eyes. Weirdo indeed! His face flushed in awkward embarrassment when she moved her hand away, and he looked away, taking both hands back to his own drink, which was cold now.
“We’ll have to remedy that at some point,” he winked, and licked his lip self consciously.
[/blockquote] [ack ]x short … shall we do the car crash in this thread? I’ll go ask holly to come when we get to that bit if so. Might be fun >3] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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