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Post by kale on Jan 14, 2008 23:48:55 GMT
 
they let me play with markers,
but i keep trying to draw infinity
status__finished
tag__anna
caution; violence, mild language.
The boy sat at the counter of the pub, carefully watching the moves of those around him. He was quiet now, speechlessly sipping his generic beer. It was strange for him to be in such a good mood. True, he was just sitting there looking with distaste upon the drunks around him. Maybe he belonged here, but he was still just as judgmental of those around him as ever. The bartender seemed to know that he was one of those kids who were up to know good. Smart man. Though, it wasn't a hard trait to pick up on. He didn't broadcast his emotions or his persona as some people took such pride in, but he gave off a certain undeniable vibe. And yet, it was intriguing. It drew attention to his cause, whatever that might be.
Somewhere between the black adios that enclosed his feet, the studded belt and his signature Avenged Sevenfold t-shit his personality was portrayed quite accurately. he shuddered a bit at nothing at all, staring off to the unending bottles behind the counter. He was proud of himself, he had managed to control himself this long with only one unfinished beer. Today's a good day. If I can just make it through tonight.. He thought to himself, almost smiling at the thought. It was hard for a sane person to understand the constant scorning he received from himself for his behavior.
He carefully watched each person in the pub with care, wondering silently what they were all about, their stories. He shunned the thought, he couldn't. He tried his best to dis tact his mind from the thought of remembering memories that aren't his to remember. His mind suddenly thrust back into reality after yet another unwanted past to cloud his mind. He looked at that girl differently now, understanding her timid movements and tired eyes. His body suddenly tenses and a tremor ran through him as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He cringed a bit, putting on his stand-off face and turning to the person who dared lay a hand on me.
'Checkin out my girl, huh?' The gruff voice emerged from an angry looking male. Kale pursed his lips, "And if I am I expect this is where you decide to be the hero and protect her, when in reality it is you who is hurting her?" She challenged, his voice cold and even, perfectly matching the amused expression on his face. This was all too much for the male to handle, and he lashed out against Kale. The boy was harshly greeted with this guys fist across his bold cheek. "Heh.." He paused a bit, spitting blood on the guys shoes, "You got a name?" Kale asked casually, making no move towards this guy. 'Chris. Whats it to you?' He responded, a bit dumbfounded. "Well, Chris, kiss you're pride and false pretenses goodbye 'cause I'm going to beat the living shit out of you." Kale responded cooly, still as collected as ever as he threw himself into Chris, each punch as determined as the next.
But of course, Kale wasn't much of a match for a man of this stature. The bar was in a riot, and people were yelling and screaming at them, Kale smiling smugly all the while. He was abruptly pulled by the collar of his shirt and water dumped on the both of them as the bartender came out screaming. Kale was grinning widely now, his face a bit cut up and bruises started to emerge. At least they ended it before the boy could lose the fight, which clearly would have happened.
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Post by anna on Jan 20, 2008 2:20:56 GMT
[w] pour language
Annabelle sat alone at the counter of the Sticks in San. Basically the only place in town to get a drink. Her grandparents had left for Marielle a while ago, leaving her all alone for the weekend. Caleb was busy doing who knows what, so, for one of the first times in her life - she was completely alone. She had no clue what was in this drink of hers, all she did was ask for something extremely strong. The smell alone made her want to gag but she forced the liquid down her throat, the alcohol burning its way down her throat. Her body was completely protesting the destruction of it, but Annabelle really didn't care. Drinking was a release from her instable family life. It was all she did really when she was forced to go see her parents once in a while. Sneaking out, getting drunk then making her grand entrance home. Even now, here, away from all of her family members, she couldn't help but get drunk every weekend. If she couldn't get out, she simply stole her grandfather's own stash.
She could usually handle a ton of alcohol, but whatever the bar tender put in this was already making her slightly intoxicated. Not in a good way too. It was just making her dizzy. She shook her head, if she downed a couple more glasses, she would be happy go lucky instead of depressed. She had a feeling that tomorrow morning was going to be torture for her. Oh well... that was the price she had to pay for this. She quickly finished the glass and snapped her fingers for another one. Mumbling something about if he could make it even stronger. It arrived about three minutes later, and she replied a quick thanks. Had it really been two years ago when she had been asked for an ID of some sort to get drinks? She looked a little older than she really was. It was the way she held herself, or the way she put on a little too make-up sometimes. Strangers she ended up talking to during these long nights, debated her age with her. Some thought she was in her twenties, some thought she was like sixteen. Those made her laugh. And when she told them her real age, they were always shocked. It was funny how much clothes, make-up, and posture could influence people's minds on age....
The bar tender knew her at least. He had seen her come here at least once a month for the past three years. At first, he didn't believe her lies when she told him she was eighteen. But they went over that patch of troubled water with a few bats of her eyelashes and flirtatious movements. Even now, just to merely tease her, he would ask for her age and everything. Just to see a pretty little pout on her face. It didn't work today at all. Annabelle was in no mood to be flirtatious with a guy that was like, double her age. They needed to get hotter guys working here.... Annabelle sighed as she ran a hand through her black hair which she had left down for the night. She hadn't bothered to straighten it and it waved naturally, framing her face. Her blue eyes seemed to stand out even more due to the layers of mascara on her eyelashes. Dressed in a revealing black tank top and jeans, a coat was slung casually on the chair beside her to ward off unwanted visitors who wanted to make a move at the girl. Despite her casual appearance, she still looked gorgeous.
It was then the fight broke out. Annabelle instantly jumped up, shocked from what the sound was close to her. Shit. Why the hell did they choose tonight to fight over some petty little issue? Blinking at them once, she shook her head and sat back down. Deciding not to get involved at all. She didn't know any of them, who cared what happened to them now? It was all their fault that they decided to cause a commotion. She continued to take long sips out of her 'mystery' drink, completely ignoring the fight that was happening within touching distance. It was completely chaos in the bar, she was happy in her own little world. Getting drunker by the moment. It wasn't until she was sort of splashed with water that had been thrown on the fighting guys, did she look over. An annoyed look on her pretty face. She finished her glass of whatever it was quickly and ordered another one.
A guy that looked hardly older than her, had been involved with the fight thing. Since he was standing by her, and she had nothing to do, she looked at him. Her blue eyes cold. "Excuse me? What was that? Let's kill everyone in the pub night or something?" she snapped angrily. She hated when things grew out of place.
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