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:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Mar 22, 2011 18:49:14 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Mar 22, 2011 18:49:14 GMT -5

Nikko Vea

And maybe someday I'll believe....

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Twiddling with your thumbs was an odd thing. Nikko had always found his fingers to be awkward compared to the other people's, large and a little bit shaky. His hands had always been a bit unusual for his tastes, just as his personality. Everyone wanted someone noble, strong and heroic, and Nikko had turned out to be the artistic, eccletic and somewhat uncomfortable person the world had chosen hiim to be. And of course, if it was any different, he probably wouldn't be sitting in his own home, arms reached out behind him like a large sea mammal, laying his feet on the ground. His height seemed to make him even more awkward, and as he stood up and watched the edges of the room, he saw a rabbit laying on the ground. Mr. Snufflkins, in all his rabbitness, was sitting there, standing there like a dust animal. He was getting gray, an older version of the bunny he remembered from earlier that day.

Nikko picked up the animal and threw him into his arms, stroking the beautiful fur of his bunny. Mr. Snufflkins coughed a little bit, then finally closed his little brown eyes and fell asleep. After a few minutes of not feeling Mr. Snufflkins move at all, Nikko looked at him. He didn't seem to be in great condition, with his breathing little and his only breaths shallow. Finally, he just stopped. Nikko looked at the ears that were so floppy and wondered if he was having a nightmare. Patting the back of the bunny, Nikko meanderd back to the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table and stroking Mr. Snufflkins. He tried to keep himself preoccupied by gazing at the desk, with the small drawings on a notepad. Nikko looked at the animal in his arms, and shook his hands a little, trying to wake up Mr. Snufflkins.

Mr. Snufflkins did not wake up. Harder, then he waited. Two minutes passed, and not even the opening of an arm was starting with the whole process. Oh, god. Nikko looked around, his eyes in fear and horror. No. This coulddn't be happening. Death wouldn't happen. No. NONONONONO. He shuddered, his eyes trying to find some other solution from the room. Could he preform the heimlieck? No, he couldn't do that. It would be mean and cruel. He looked around the room even more, brown eyes finally finding the corner in the room. Picking up some carrots that lay on the ground, he tried to force them into the rabbits mouth. And yet, he wasn't taking a nibble

This was so out of character. Mr. Snufflkins tended to be the type of rabbit that ate on contact. Thats when Nikko finally decided to accept the fate of the animal. His dissapointment started with a pang, then turned into a hysteria of frenzy. Why in the hell? WHY? WHYWHYWHY? Why did his rabbit have to die? Why couldn't it of been Naz's imaginary friend? Nikko started to cry, the tears rolling down his cheeks, and sobs breaking into hysterics. Attempting to find some form of composure with the rabbit, he looked at its corpse, which was becoming cool and composed. Nikko wished that the rabbit was still breathing so he could do something, but as he scrambled around the kitchen, running against the homely tiles and finally emerging to the garage, which had a stockpile of items.

There was a shoe box in the corner, and as he picked it up, he shoved one of his favorite items (a purple hoodie) inside the lining. After that, he kissed the dead corpse of Mr. Snufflkins and put him in the shoebox, closing the lid and securing it with a firm click of the cardboard. With that, in tears, he jumped out the back door, landing on the squishy grass quickly. He would need to talk to someone. Naz was out of the question, since he was obviously too attacthed to the rabbit, so he decided on Gianna.

Running a neighborhood or two down in the pouring rain, tears running down his face, he shoved open a door that was unlocked in Gianna's house. "MR. SNUFFLKINS IS DEAD! HELP ME BURY HIM, GIANNAAAAA!"

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Mar 25, 2011 20:49:07 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Mar 25, 2011 20:49:07 GMT -5

I really dont feel like doing anything, but Im almost positive that that's not possible. Its pouring rain outside and it was just one of those gloomy do nothing-type days. As soon as the thought pops in my head, my right leg starts to twitch a little. Guess that means that this won't be a lazy day like I planned.

Silently, my small, bony feet hit the hardwood floor of my bedroom. I sit upright on the mattress for a moment. The room is cold, but not freezing. My bare feet are frozen, but the rest of my body swathed in warm clothing is fine. Its almost summer, yet its still cold. It must be the rain. After a moment, I quietly pad off to the bathroom to prep myself for the day.

An hour later, I emerge, wearing only a fluffy blue towel. My face is still dripping with steam from my shower my hand wipes across my face, removing any perspiration. Upon entering my room, I change into black sweatpants and a white tank top, my usual weekend fare. Finally, I head over to my dresser. The mirror on top reflects my image: a beautiful face with a horrible head. The red patches across the top of my head are repulsive, but it can easily be fixed. My hands settle on my usual wig, long flowing brown hair. Within moments of it settling on my head, I hear a banging down the hall in the back of the house.

"What the..." The two words slip through my lips as I turn around and walk towards the other side of the room to the door. My long fingers wrap around the cool metal knob and twist it in a swift moment. I step into the hallway and am almost run over by Nikko. He was my newest project. I dont know what it was about him that was attractive to me. He acted like a little kid half the time! At least he wasnt nearly as bad as his friend Naz. Gosh, I could swear that kid thought he was six. Maybe it was his height, his hair, or maybe just his face. I dont know, but Nikko was alright for the most part.

His black hair was in face, dripping with rain water, as was the rest of his body. It seems as if he didnt even bother to grab a raincoat before leaving the house. Tears were running down his face. I wonder why. My eyes trail down to a rectangular box in his hand. It looks like one of the hundreds of shoeboxes I have in my closet. "MR. SNUFFLKINS IS DEAD! HELP ME BURY HIM, GIANNAAAAA!" My eyes grow wide at his incesant wailing. Wait, wasnt Mr. Snufflekins his rabbit? Why would he be so messed up about that? I mean, I know he was attatched to it, but come on. Its just a pet.

"Okay, Nikko, um, first, how did you get in here? And second, its raining outside. We cant necissarily bury it today."

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:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Apr 7, 2011 20:53:36 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Apr 7, 2011 20:53:36 GMT -5

/\/ikko /-\lexander \/ea

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Drink down that gin and kerosene, and come and spit on bridges with me. Just to keep us warm, light a match to leave me be. Light a match to leave me be. Keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you, can I lay in your bed all day? I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake, the pen behind this paper gets better everyday.[/size][/color]

Nikko was soaking, with his hair dripping large amounts of water. The ground was now infatuated with the amount of water on the ground, soaking slowly. Nikko tended to wonder why the ground would be wet if he was, but gravity wasn't exactly his thing, so as he looked at Gianna, who was dressed simply enough, his curious eyes looked towards the floor after two seconds. Blinking slowly, he brought his head back up, his hands tucked around the shoebox. You know, the one with the hoodie and the corpse in it.

Nikko looked at Gianna again when he heard the words. They involved things about not being able to bury a rabbit today because of the rain. But, honestly, what was a bit of rain going to hurt? Honestly? Nikko looked down at the rabbit in the box and looked at Gianna, who looked like she usually did. Brown hair around her face, a somewhat thin nose and a graceful way of moving. Nikko smiled at her before thinking about what he would say next. From years before, he could recall Gianna being more... Irritated with him? Maybe. But ever since they were dating, it was a little bit different.

She had seemed like a nice person, he guessed. Not like the girl who had pushed him off his bicycle when they were twelve and had scarred him for life by having an odd fear of bicycles. He couldn't get on one, or he would have something of a panic attack, looking around before darting into a nearby whatever. Sure, he wouldn't go into hysterical breakdowns or whatever, but he wouldn't touch a bicycle if he was paid a lot of money for it. It didn't matter on the price of the money, but he would refuse to even lay a finger on the metal surface or rubber tire. Refuse to.

With a sense of pride in this type of operation, of observation, Nikko looked at Gianna again, this time with more of a thinking expression. The expression wasn't a very usual one for him, it was more of a puzzled or inquisitive look, something focusing on the more thought-invoving process. Usually, this expression was more of the dumb-founded variety, or even the simplistic, village idiot expression, but for once, it genuinley sat on his face, trying to form some form of emotion within it. Finally, his facial expressions dropped off and he gave Gianna an awkward smile, not composed very poetically.

Awkwardness, oh the very definition of Nikko's movements. Sure, his face might of been one of the better bone structures, but he was tall and overall, Awkwardly built. Like a teenager who hadn't yet filled out to his frame, even though Nikko was already approaching his mid-twenties. He seemed to move through air ungracefully, due to his long limbs and odd sense of porportion within his balance. Even if he wasn't so tall, his very thin frame could even set him to fall over at any moment. Those chicken legs couldn't support much, honestly.

Nikko then walked across the room and looked back at Gianna, his voice whining something that sounded like "Gianna..... We HAVE to do it today. Or the corpse will rot." Nikko nodded, holding the shoebox up to Gianna's face, trying to find some reason to haul someone in the rain to bury a dead rabbit. Sure, Nikko was only vaguely aware that the corpses he kept in his freezer, but the logical reasoning skills he had were suffering with a dead rabbit and the wet and cold. Hanging on his shoulders was a wet jacket, dripping obsessivley. Nikko scrambled through the pockets of the jacket to find some form of evidence, like a scrap of paper to prove his point. Obviously, there was nothing, but he nodded. "Now, Gianna. NOOWW."

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Last Edit: Apr 9, 2011 12:01:27 GMT -5 by peanutpie

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Apr 10, 2011 8:08:37 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Apr 10, 2011 8:08:37 GMT -5

What was seriously up with Nikko? Why was he so attached to that weird bunny. I really cannot remember when he got it, but I know he didnt have it when we were kids. I barely knew he existed when we were kids. Vicky and I would always come with him, Naz, Caine, and Ace but I always sat on the sidelines. Vicky and Dahlia would go play in the dirt with the boys. I prefered to stay clean. There was this one time though. I pushed Nikko off his bike. Hey, I was twelve. I just thought it would be funny to watch the bean pole fall.

He was pretty cute, actually, with his dripping black hair and determined but distressed expression. Maybe that rabbit meant a lot to him, I dont know. But I really dont want to go outside in the rain. It could mess up my wig. And what was he talking about? A dead rabbit is not a corpse. It's a dead rabbit. Then he holds the box up to my nose.

Ew! Gross! I do not want that dead rabbit anywhere near my face! With my pointer finger I carefully push the box down and away from my nose and closer to his scrawny body. Finally, I just sigh. "Fine, Nikko. I'll help you bury him." I just dont want to hear him beg any longer. The whining was really messing with my hearing. "Just sit down on the bed or something, and I'll be right back."

With that, I turn around and head into my enormous bathroom. In the back, there's a cabinet with a bunch of colorful towels. I pick out some of my older ones: a rough blue towel with a small hole in it and a purple towel that I've had since I moved into this house two years ago. Next, I go into my closet that's connected to the bathroom and pick out a new green shoebox to bury the bunny in. The one in Nikko's hand was sopping wet.

Soon I return to my room. I drop the blue towel on the floor at Nikko's feet and say "You can set the box down here." As an afterthought I fling the green shoebox onto the bed next to him. Then I sit down next to him on my bed and unfold the purple towel. I start to dry off his hair with it because he was dripping water all over my comforter.

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Post by peanutpie on Apr 27, 2011 20:54:40 GMT -5

This was when Nikko plopped down on Gianna's bed and looked at her. She was touching his head. This was a quite unusual reaction for him, and as he looked at her, he noticed a light colored towel pressed inbetween her fingernails and she tried to dry his hair.

You see, Nikko's hair was a little odd. It was dark brown and was curly, usually pressed to his head due to it's shortness. Even though it curled obsessivley, it usually tended to be one of the things he'd rather change about his appearance, just so he could make sure that nobody nessicarily touched it. You know, when you had curly hair, people liked to pull at the rings and twist it and turn it and finally just let the curl go back into place. Usually, the curl would be dead and function in a solely different way, and it irritated Nikko a majority of the time. Stupid hair playing people.

Well, he hadn't exactly experienced it that much. But more.... Dahlia, par say. Or his cousin, who was known for being suave and whatever. Suave was a word that Nikko envied, secretly. Of course, not hidden. The cousin that Nikko was referring to usually ended up in something along the lines of hiding in his room and hitting a pillow repetitivley.

Nikko looked at Gianna and smiled, finally saying "Really? Yay!" and with hurried enthusiasium, went and threw the dead rabbit box onto the floor.

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Last Edit: Apr 27, 2011 20:54:56 GMT -5 by peanutpie

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Apr 28, 2011 7:35:05 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Apr 28, 2011 7:35:05 GMT -5

Nikko's childishness was a bit annoying sometimes. At other tikes, it was cute. Like when he would whine until he got what he wanted. That was annoying. Now when he got excited so easily, that was cute. It kind of helps that he has money, too. See, most people would call me a gold digger, which I'm not. I just enjoy the finer things of life and the ways to get those things. You can't really blame me.

This was one of those cute moments. They usually happen when I give in to his begging and pleading. The way his face lit up was priceless, though. I can't help a small smile creep onto my face. "Yeah, we can go bury him, Nikko." I go to my closet and grab and deep purple coat and a pair of rain boots and throw them on. I grab his hand and pull him off the bed and down the hall.

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:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley Apr 30, 2011 10:12:43 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Apr 30, 2011 10:12:43 GMT -5

And chew me up
I just want a taste
When you spit me out
Put me in my place
So chew me up
It's written on your face tonight
I give myself for you
Nothing left to lose
Well, you chew me up
'Cause, baby, all I want is you
Tonight, tonight

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Nikko, with forceful-sounding enthusiasium ran across the room to retrieve the small rabbit in the box. The animal was probably dead for a good half hour now, and was colder than it had been before. And due to the rain, the fur had been pricked by little droplets of water. It was a sad moment when you saw your own rabbits corpse being wet and cold, most likely. Because, you know, dead things totally had central nervous systems that felt cold and warmth and whatever. And hearing, because apparently it also had acute hearing in death as well. Of course, in Nikko's mind, the animal could hear anything that was going on around them, explaining why he kind of wanted Gianna to "Be quiettt. Or he'll hearr youuu." Or whatever was going on in his mind at that simple moment.

Nikko plodded out of the room, the cardboard box in his hands. Gianna's house was pretty, he thought. It was a lot better kept than his own, who's cluttered tabletops and mismatched curtains usually reflected the conflicted inside he had. His house was one of those oddly built ones, with an entryway that was cluttered out of belief, with papers littering the desk, and pens scattered amonst the crumpled mistakes. His own house, unlike Gianna's sleek organization and such, would be considered musty in the precence of the actual foyer of the house. Nikko smiled as Gianna grabbed a purple coat from the closet and slapped on some rain boots, and Nikko paraded towards the back yard of Gianna. Smiling at the carboard box in his hands, he whined impatiently "Giannaaa. Are you coming?

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

:The bittersweet between my teeth: {Hayley May 1, 2011 13:48:03 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on May 1, 2011 13:48:03 GMT -5

Oh god, I already forgot your name
But a name's just a string of letters
Put together, so clever.
Oh god, I thought that I found god in your name
It's upsetting, but the setting has changed
We're never gonna be the same.

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It is nice to make him happy sometimes. How else is he going to stay with me? I like getting nice things for free. This is even better because I don't even have to have sex with him to get stuff. Actually, I take that back. Sex is good. He actually frustrates me with his whole virgin mantra. I mean really, a twenty three year old guy that's never done it. That's just extremely sad.

Why does everything that makes him happy annoy me to the highest extent? Probably because he still acts like he's six, like his friend Naz. I was never really friends with Naz. We all just ended up in the same group. Nikko starts wailing for me to come on "I'm coming, I'm coming." I walk to the front door and open it to reveal pouring rain. I stand in the doorway for a moment and wait for Nikko to come on. "You can go out first." I have no desire to go outside, but maybe I'll get a reward for pretending to help bury the bunny?

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If you look everybody here is trying on new faces
And the ones that fit are surprisingly contagious
With a shiny new beginning we cordially invite you to,
Into the dressing room.

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