give me a b r e a k. (shane)
Aug 13, 2011 0:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on Aug 13, 2011 0:02:42 GMT -5
Tonight, my head is spinning, I need someone to pick me up
[/color]LUNA SKYBIRD[/color]
I've tried, but nothing is working, I won't stop, I won't say enough[/color]
Tonight, I start the fire, tonight, I break away[/color]
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The empty green glass bottle collided with the rotted wooden wall with a thundering crack. The green razor sharp shards exploded everywhere in the humid summer night air with a series of sudden and violent popping noises before clattering to the dry dirt covered ground with the green debris of other bottles. She stood there, tall, almost six feet into the air, a wild expression carved into her face. Blue eyes filled with an icy flame of fury. She had become a wild, ravenous animal. Eyebrows scrunched together, lips pursed to the point of imploding; this was Luna Skybird in her crazy state.
Oh, oh how much had the O'Brien triplets driven her over the verge of sanity. She was just trying to be a good natured person, one which her reputation was not, and assist, but it was falling through the cracks. When Li-Li asked her to be the Godmother, Luna thought that all she meant as she'd take up parental care if Li-Li passed or was severly injured. Nope. It meant working her ass of to get them to stop crying! After a long, exhausting string of several days, Luna finally burst. She stormed out in a tempest and rushed home in a rage, leaving Li-Li there stunned in the dust. Fine with her. Fine with her! Let Li-Li hate her. Luna had found her parents' stash of booze, cracked open the lid of one of the bottles and gulped it down. After three or more bottles, Luna was too far gone. Drunk. She had lost control of herself. She ran out of the house, not even remembering who she was. It was her first time ever getting drunk. She had tasted booze on occasion, and always thought it was disgusting.
Now, here she was, throwing the bone dry booze bottles at the rotted wooden wall of a house of someone she didn't even know. What punishments it would rear Luna was not thinking of- she wasn't thinking of anything, really. She couldn't think. Her head was spinning at top speed. She was struggling to keep her balance. She had lost contact with her common sense. The only thing she could still feel was that raw rage, burning a hole inside of her.
Luna felt her shoulders slump. Her head was spinning, her vision blurring. She felt her body sway from side to side, then her legs gave way beneath her. Luna felt her body crashing down to the ground. Would her first drunken rampage be her last?
ooc: wow, fail post. Sorry shane.
