A Tight Fit [Dars]

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A Tight Fit [Dars] Jan 24, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 24, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -5

Over the course of a year, things had not been too kind to you. Klaus had come back and you two drifted apart at an accelerated rate which was devastating for you. Your baby brother, the boy you grotesquely loved – he turned his back to you, leaving for bigger and better things. Everyone’s doing that now.

Jamarion and Sephera, Marina and Reave – people just seemed to be making progress with their lives and leaving you in the dust. Where were you in terms of it all? Down-spiraling, if anything; ever since you felt as if you were in a rut, you turned to drugs. You turned to alcohol. You turned to all those things that for so long you swore and spat at your father for reverting to. No wonder he did it all.

[/color] The drugs make you happier and the alcohol dulled the aching pain in your chest, but just for a night. You knew you wouldn’t be able to be drunk or high every day because then someone would surely pick up on the odd behavior – but then again, who really notices I’m there anymore?[/color]

One evening, while Sephera was over, you made specific arrangements to make her choice for dinner. A lovely chicken alfredo pasta. Even though no one else was in the house – Jamar was nowhere to be found at the time – but you still made just enough for everyone. That is, unless you ate half of it due to either boredom or angst, which tended to happen often. Your ate your feelings and your belly showed it; that was why, as you sat and poked at the pasta, you muttered, ”I think I need new clothes.” Sephera seemed to perk up at the comment. “Hey, let’s go shopping. Tomorrow?” You shrugged; you don’t do anything during the day anyway. ”Sure.”

It’s a cold, blustery day – the kind that you hate. In fact, you hate all cold weather, which prompted you to wear a sweatshirt and a coat over top of it. It felt odd, though, being outside of the house and not heading to the market to get the day’s vegetables and things. Ever since you quit working you had nothing to do other than make sure the house was clean and there was food on the table or at least in the fridge for anyone to take whenever. You shove your hands into the coat pockets, ducking your face into the collar as you hurry down the crowded street, turning into the small coffee shop that you had agreed to meet Sephera at.

Inside it’s warm and much better than the frigid outside. However, your memories about the shop are not very fond. This was where the one boy sang and I swear he was singing about my life.[/color] Everything he had said was just hitting the nail on the head – you shake your thoughts away, quickly sitting down at one of the small, round, two-seater tables by a window, looking out at the street and watching people rush by all bundled up.
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A Tight Fit [Dars] Jan 29, 2013 0:01:18 GMT -5

Post by dars on Jan 29, 2013 0:01:18 GMT -5

lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know, oh
I can't let you go, can't let you go, oh
I just want it to be perfect
to believe it's all been worth the fight

When she opened her eyes, Sephera saw the beauty of what winter brought. The crisp, clean smell that filled the fresh air, the taste of warm cocoa, heavy wool sliding down her torso as she pulled a sweater on, and spending the nights curled up next to Jamarion by a fire. When she opened them? It wasn't as pretty. Actually, unless she was with Jamar, who seemed to make the icy world fascinating. A winter wonderland. Her senses were heightened, and everything seemed so magical. The colors of both the day and the night were so vivid she almost wondered if she was under some sort of spell, because when she wasn't with him she couldn't wait for summer to come.

She pulled her fingers closer to the cup of coffee in her hand as she waited for Hopper to arrive. It was so like him to be late, so typical. She smiled when she realized that she was actually sort of glad he was late, in more than one way. It had given her time to think about things, and, well, she just liked the feeling she got whenever she knew a person well enough to guess their actions before they happened. It was almost like she'd never been alone at all. Now she had her dad, the Goravich family, and especially Jamarion, and if she lost any of them she would've been driven crazy. Honestly, she wasn't even sure if she would live through the death of anybody in her family. They were each parts of her that she couldn't live the same without.

She couldn't believe how different she was now than the time before Jamarion Goaravich slammed himself into her that rainy spring day. It was also the day that her life began again. Even in the frigid weather, her veins still pumped with the fire that could never be extinguished called faith. She believed in her family, trusted each and every one of them. She turned her head toward the door as a bell signified someone's entrance. When she saw the dark skin and ashen hair, she automatically new Hopper was here at last. She nodded her head as he walked up to her, and now more than ever Sephera noticed how badly he needed new clothes. His shirt was a tight fit on him, as were his pants. She'd been the one that suggested they go shopping together that day, but it was more to just hang out with him than to get him a new wardrobe. But hey, if she could kill two birds with one stone she was going to.

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A Tight Fit [Dars] Jan 29, 2013 16:31:59 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 29, 2013 16:31:59 GMT -5

Of course Sephera is already at a table. You knew her for being quite punctual; even when you thought you were on time you always ended up being late because she was there before you. But you didn’t mind, it just kept you from having to sit by yourself.

You look at her from across the table and an awful thought crosses your mind: how did Jam get so lucky?

Him of all people – the bully, the taunter, the abuser – somehow ended up with Sephera Greene, the really nice girl that had a spicy flare. Granted I did lock them in a closet together, but that’s not the point.

[/color] What attracted her to him? He’s good looking, there’s no doubt about it, but his personality is just quite the turn off. He must treat her differently – different than he treats his own family. The thought makes you angry but as you see her sitting across from you, you realize you can’t be mad at her. She’s done nothing and she’s just as much of a sister to you as Marina or Tacara or Lyana is. She’s just an “adopted” sister of sorts.

Other than going out to the market, you never really left the house. Then again, you never really had a reason to. The people you knew at the steel factory were either envious of your brother’s wealth or were just working too many hours and simply forgot about you. There have been a few times where you actually considered going to work for free but that would just take up a paid job that someone who really needed it could have. So you stayed home, keeping the fridge stocked and something always on the table for anyone to take whenever. It was usually gone within a few hours though, courtesy of you and your habits.

”Alright, so what are you wanting to do first?” Frankly you weren’t too fond of shopping, but for Sephera’s sake you were going to force yourself to be civil and at least try to be somewhat excited about it. You knew you were going to have to get some new clothes anyway, so why not go with someone? You spend enough time on your own as it is, whether it’s drinking or getting high or just wallowing in self-pity. Why not try for company just once?
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A Tight Fit [Dars] Feb 18, 2013 19:57:12 GMT -5

Post by dars on Feb 18, 2013 19:57:12 GMT -5

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lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know, oh
I can't let you go, can't let you go, oh
I just want it to be perfect
to believe it's all been worth the fight

A smile stretched across her face, and she shrugged toward the boy sitting across from her. Sephera knew that he wasn't exactly thrilled to go shopping for bigger clothes, but at least he had agreed to come. She talked to him more than anyone else in Jamarion's family, and she trusted him. She knew she could tell him anything and she hoped he knew the same. She took a quick sip of her drink, and took note of the way it slid down her throat in a slick motion. She loved it. Every time she had the chance, she held a cup of cocoa in her hands. Everything about it was enticing. The taste, even the smell made her crave it.

She actually hadn't ever craved it before the last few weeks, but it seemed like she always wanted it. She'd heard of pregnant people having cravings, but she never knew how powerful they were. Her hands rubbed the smooth surface of the cup, and she looked at Hopper. "Not sure. Any places you like to go?" She asked. She stuck her arm out into the isle to stop a passing waitress, and looked at her with kind eyes. "Can I have another?" The waitress seemed surprised that she wanted yet another refill, her fourth if she'd counted correctly, but she accepted the empty cup and walked away.

She turned her attention back to the closest thing she had to a brother. He really wasn't all that big, despite his constant disagreement. Sure, he'd packed on a little weight, but everyone did that in the winter time, Sephera included. There was absolutely nothing to do because it was always so cold, so instead people stayed inside and ate. She tore one of the donuts sitting in front of her in half, and began pulling apart the ends and shoveling them into her mouth. They were good- really good, but she guessed Hopper's would've tasted better had he ever tried to make them. He always seemed to make things better. With his smile, and his humor, and his honesty. She really was glad to have him as a friend.

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A Tight Fit [Dars] Feb 21, 2013 13:55:21 GMT -5

Post by semper on Feb 21, 2013 13:55:21 GMT -5

I’d rather live with broken bones
than lay here all on my own
like a lovesick fool

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”Not sure. Any places you like to go?”

You haven’t been shopping for clothes in what feels like almost a year so you don’t remember the name of the store you had gone to. Before Klaus had won the games you very rarely went to buy new clothes since you mended tears yourself, keeping each shirt and pair of pants for as long as you possible could. I poked my fingers with needles on accident so many times. The only problem is that, back then, you were much smaller and leaner; but now that you don’t have to worry about providing at least one meal a day for your siblings, you’ve become a little round on the edges. Those shirts with randomly colored stitching don’t fit properly anymore and the threadbare, frayed-on-the-edges jeans were harder to button. That’s why Seph talked you into shopping.

”None in particular, no.” Your green eyes glance up at the waitress as Seph stops her, asking for another refill of whatever it is she’s drinking, but your gaze slips past the girl and to the counter by the register where there’s an assortment of mouth-watering sweets. An empty feeling gnaws at your stomach at the sight of the food and you realize that you haven’t eaten all day. One of these stupid anorexic spells. The gnawing feeling grows more intense and you quickly look away, only to see Seph delving into a lovely looking doughnut. She tears it apart and sticks pieces into her mouth; you can only imagine how good it must taste with its chocolate coating and warm, fluffy interior. Still frigid from being outside you know that just one bite of that fresh doughnut would be enough to warm your insides – you swallow hard, parched throat burning, and turn your gaze back up to Seph, forcing the smile back onto your face.

The blonde girl sitting across from you could almost be your sister if you only looked alike. The two of you get along smashingly well (more so than Marina, Tacara, or Lyana, surprisingly) and it does you some good to have her to talk to, especially when you feel as if you have no one that won’t yell at you.

Settling into your chair, you pull your hands out from your coat pockets and pick up a napkin from the table, toying around with it. ”I mean, unless you know of somewhere you’d like to go, I say we should stay here just a little longer since it’s warm.”

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A Tight Fit [Dars] May 1, 2013 17:10:45 GMT -5

Post by dars on May 1, 2013 17:10:45 GMT -5

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lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know, oh
I can't let you go, can't let you go, oh
I just want it to be perfect
to believe it's all been worth the fight

A long frown was smeared across Sephera's face, her cheeks still filled with pastry. She swallowed hard, and leaned across the table, placing her palms on the cool surface as she did so. "We are going shopping, Hop. You said it yourself, you need new clothes. Why do you hate shopping so much, anyway?" If he hadn't thrown the idea out there, Sephera wouldn't have ever offered to go with him, unless she had misread what he was saying. To her, it seemed like he was hinting around at her, implying that he wanted her company. But she was forever misreading people, and always would. Regardless of how close she'd gotten to Jamarion and Hopper, people were never going to be her strong point.

People were her main weakness, her vulnerable spot. She was so scared to let herself care that she wouldn't let herself trust anyone, except her boyfriend and her new best friend. Until they came along, she was completely alone, with nobody to talk to and nobody to listen. Broken, and the pieces of her existence had only been shattering more and more with each cruel stare, and each hurtful remark. But more than that, the silence she felt all around her, even deep within her, was breaking her. Completely shattering her into nothing but a hollow figure, as pretty as a doll, but also as lifeless as one.

Things got better for her, eventually. Once Jamarion was no longer her biggest bully, and instead her new lover. She finally had someone that understood what it was like, not having a mother. Sure, he wouldn't ever talk about it, it wasn't his strong point, but she knew he understood everything she was saying, somewhere inside him. Before long, Jamarion was all she could think about, and unless she was next to him, she was on the verge of slipping into madness. When she was next to him, she felt almost as if everything was okay. As if she was able to do things with him by her side that she couldn't have before.

Her hands wrapped around the warm, thick drink in her hand, and took a large sip. "Come on, I know a few places." And she stood, holding her hand out to the dark haired boy in front of her. She always assumed that Hopper had gotten his looks from his father, as he looked nothing like his siblings. He had olive skin, and dark, curious eyes. Warm, but almost too sweet. Like she had already had enough sugar and still had a few more swallows before it was all gone from her mouth. His hair was short, and she couldn't really imagine him with long hair. The ashen shade would probably make him look about five years younger than he actually was if he ever decided to grow it out, but only because his pointed face was already boyish enough.

She flashed a quick smile at him, thankful that she now had a friend to talk to. Happy that Hopper Goravich was in her life, and even more so that he gave her the feeling of family again. Something she had long missed in her life.

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A Tight Fit [Dars] May 15, 2013 19:56:24 GMT -5

Post by semper on May 15, 2013 19:56:24 GMT -5

I’d rather live with broken bones
than lay here all on my own
like a lovesick fool

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You purse your lips together, glancing over at the counter and shrugging lightly at the same time. You’re not a huge fan of shopping (except for food) but Seph was right: you did need new clothes. Not only were all of them threadbare and faded but they were uncomfortably snug around your midsection.

”I don’t hate it,” you say absentmindedly, focusing your attention more on the pastries that are behind the glass counter. There are quite a few things that you don’t recognize and your stomach growls at the very sight of them. Certain ones have a faint trail of red filling on the glaze and you determine that it’s either strawberry or raspberry, though you prefer raspberry. Is that raspberry filling with cinnamon on top? Your face twists in disapproval at the taste combination but still your mouth waters, forcing you to swallow hard and bite back the nauseous feeling of an empty stomach.

Sephera stands up, ushering for you to follow and even extends a hand. You glance from her palm to her face, pausing. When’s the last time anyone’s ever done that for me? Nothing but a simple, friendly gesture. Ever since you were seven, it was you who was the one extending the hand. Not once did you ever receive it. Back then, though, even with the intense workload resting on your shoulders, you never felt as vulnerable and weak as you do now: the effects of a drugged high are nearly worn off completely and you haven’t eaten in two days. Does she know about all that? Does she see the fading redness in the whites around your green irises? Does she notice how your cheeks are starting to sink in? If she does then she doesn’t mention it and her hand is still stretched out to you, waiting for acceptance.

You reach out and take her hand, pulling yourself up and out of the chair. She even smiles at you and you can’t help but offer a small grin in return.

She pulls you outside and silently you’re glad to be leaving the shop despite how warm it is. Stepping out into the bitter cold, you draw your jacket tighter around your body. The sooner you were able to get into a heated shop, the better. ”Where are these places you know?”