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You want a piece of me!!--[Toast] Feb 19, 2012 3:52:51 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Feb 19, 2012 3:52:51 GMT -5

The world spun around me, sucking me into the mist. Sucking me into the centre of the disaster. I could hear the world moving around me, but yet I was unable to do anything about it. I was dead to the world around me. I was just a figure that got in the way. The way of the people who trust me. Who are relying on me. But yet no matter how much I try to get out of the stupor, my legs wouldn’t move, my body was frozen. The world continued to spin. The voices of his colleges echoed through my mind. All the panicked thoughts I had had, were all coming true. Today I was gonna die. So were my colleges- my friends. And it will be my entire fault. My Fault. Fault….

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The night swooped around him. Welcoming him with opening arms. But to most people the arms you should be afraid off. Like walking into church cursing the lord. But Stallion had nothing to be afraid off. He waited for death. He waited to burn in hell, but there was on string that held him on this earth. Bella. She had a hold on him. One that he never could imagine was possible. She had turned his life around. For the better. But when she wasn’t around… he could feel himself turn around, like he was being sucked back into the world of darkness. Back to his world of anger. Suffering. Sadness. The world where he deserved to be. he deserved to feel all the regret. Everything that had happened was his fault. All his…

The starts didn’t shine in the sky Stallion. Why would they? They were sings of good. Signs that meant new life, or the remembrance of life you just lost. Life of lost ones. They didn’t shine night for Stallion. Stallion was like the Devil. He scared the stars away. Scared them into hiding. He was not a person you wanted to get mixed up with. Be burned, hurt anyone that would disagree with him. With only one exception. Bella. Bella had stood up to him. She had shown him that he wasn’t as scary as he seemed. She had shown him so much. But yet being away from her tonight, had had its toll on him. Unwanted memories had swarmed into his mind, filling him with all the emotion s that made up a bad person. Hate. Anger. Revenge. All emotions mixed into one big storm. It was mayhem.

Looking up into the dark sky tonight, Stallion could feel these emotions stirring through him. Waiting a chance to be released. To make an appearance. Someone who could challenge them. they wait eagerly. Stallion could feel them. he had to hold back. He had to. For Bella… For himself. he walked slowly over to the pier in front of him. Dark empty. Just the way he wanted it. What was the chance of him running into anyone out here? At this time of the night? On this gloomy unwelcoming night?

He walked down the pier, footsteps echoing in the darkness. The sound was comforting. Comforting for him. For others? They might of found it uncomfortable. But silence? That is what he wanted. What he needed.

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You want a piece of me!!--[Toast] Feb 19, 2012 5:49:54 GMT -5

Post by Toasty on Feb 19, 2012 5:49:54 GMT -5

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I was tired of them. I was sick and tired of my parents. All they ever did was yell, nag, and do more annoying shit I can't stand any longer. Even outside the house, after slamming the door, after shouting oaths back at them, they still wouldn't give up. It's like their attempts to make me "grow up" were just to make my life even more miserable then it already is. My words sent back at them all meant offense, and if they couldn't get that, I don't know what will. All I need right now is some peace and quiet. Away from my parents, and away from everyone. Everything.

I let the stars light above me calm me inside, but really, right now, nothing could make me calm. The way my parents are constantly on me just frustrates me. I wish I was with Quartz right now, honestly. She may not know how I feel right now, since her dad is so loving, but she certainly knows how to make me a happier person. She knows what sets off the sparks in me, and she knows what sets off the normal, less douchey me. (If you know what I mean. Since, y'know, I'm usually a major douchebag naturally.)

The cool night breeze shifted it's way around my body and through my hair, as I let out a deep, relaxing sigh. The piers certainly were somewhere I could go; To be isolated and alone. Away from everything. God knew what time it was right, whether it was 3 in the morning or 8 at night, but I knew the only time I'd be welcomed back home was in the morning, when the alcohol my parents consume wash away any memories that happened the last day. That was the worst part though. They would keep nagging, and making my life a hell-hole, thinking it was there first time, and there was no reason for me to be acting up. I should be that perfect kid, who does everything right. But I'm not that child, and I don't plan on it anytime soon. I am who I am, and there ain't no one that can change that. my face flushes with red, and not the kind I get with Quartz. The deep, dark red, like the flames of anger themselves blazing inside my body. I send my foot back, and kick a stone under the toe of my shoe, sending it flying on the path of which lead to the pie. Maybe I should go there. It might be better then hanging around the front door of my house. God, how I wished I had someone here with me. I didn't really want to be alone now... I just needed someone who understood.

The slim path leading to the ocean docks reminded me of the other day. With the whole foot accident with Quartz. But that memory faded quickly as I could hear footsteps echoing in the distance. Now that, was was freaky as hell. I stuff my hands and the tip of my sweatshirt sleeve into my pocket, and continue my way along the path. What's the worst that could happen? For all I know that could be a-.... A what? From what it looked like outside, with all the house lights off, it looked to be around the middle of the night. Who else would be out here at this time? Not a little girl or boy, and certainly not something harmless. Somebody young, 'bout my age had to be out. There really wasn't another explanation that made sense to me. Then again, I'm no detective.

The darkness enveloped me for a brief moment as I exited the path, the remaining street lights to far away to light my way. The moment soon ended when the few pole hung lights of the pier lit it's dim light over the wooden board walks. But the footsteps were way, way louder, and way... Way closer. Gah, What the hell was I even scared of? I wasn't ever like this. I'm not some coward. I really hope i don't have to encounter the person that's trying to creep me out though. I look like absolute trash right now. I've got my thick rimmed chic glasses, and my hairs flat down over my forehead. (3rd pictures hair.)

The ocean seemed calm, and the waters sparkled with the scarttered shimmers of light the stars were making. It was like there were two night skies- One in the ocean and one, well, in the sky. There was no way in Panem i was going swimming now, 'cause who knows what lurks in the waters, and who knows what I'd even be able to see and locate once I was in there. I may not be the brightest kid in the District, but I wasn't some ignorant 13 year old, out for trouble and attention. I was a pissed off 17 year old, out to get my act together. Errh, I mean let my parents get their act together. That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. Who gave a crap what my parents did to me? I decided that I was going to go back to my house; Give my parents a little piece of who I actually am, and what I can actually do. But then, something caught in the corner of my eyes, and the footsteps were literally right behind me.

He looked harmless. But, maybe my parents could wait. I decided to call out to him, I mean, I did want someone to talk to. Right?

"Hey, bro, you some kind of loner or something? It's like the middle of the night, and you're out here walking all alone. Mind if I ask why?"

I had my usual, cheeky, friendly smile plastered on my face as I let the silence linger in the air. And I continued to wait, until the guy I was talking to decided to break the silence. Then, maybe we could have a conversation- If it goes the way I want it to. But, maybe calling him a longer wasn't the best thing to do...

Sorry if it was uber long. HAD A MUSE DUMP (:

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Last Edit: Feb 24, 2012 6:37:32 GMT -5 by Toasty

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You want a piece of me!!--[Toast] Feb 21, 2012 18:59:43 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Feb 21, 2012 18:59:43 GMT -5

Clang, clang, clang. His footsteps echoed around him comfortable, the edge of the water rippling beside him, peaceful, relaxed, it soothed him, he felt the knot of emotions loosen. Looking into the water he saw his reflection. He looked like he was being haunted. H looked so sullen. So pained. He felt like he was being ripped in two. One half Bella held, the other the devil. The devil who was welcoming him to his coven, encouraging him to enter. But Bella. She could see the good in Stallion. The good that he couldn’t even see. Did he have any goodness? Down deep I =n his heart? He hoped somewhere he did. He wanted to be good. But you couldn’t just leave your old path behind. He had to live with it. deal with the consequences.

Then he got distracted. He stopped walking, listening to his last steps fade. But they didn’t. yes they were weak. They were distant. But he could still here. He didn’t understand why. He had stopped walking, but yet they continued to move on. Now this freaked Stallion on out. He had never really believed in ghosts…but this was proof. I mean he was hearing it with his own ears! You didn’t always hear footsteps, at like the middle of the night… but here He was listening to a ghost creep it’s way unto him. What did it want with him? He started to panic. This was not normal.

But then reality hit him. He felt his cheeks burn. He practically slapped himself to get his head out of the swamp… Probably just another person. He thought dumbly as he looked down the way he had come. He didn’t want to meet the person. He wasn’t sure what the… meeting would be like…and he didn’t want to find out. He did feel that the knot had loosened, but the emotions deep within were u stable. Defiantly not stable enough to deal with a little fucker who wanted to fight. Oh boy would he get a fight. And Stallion would be victorious. He would win in the blink of an eye. Especially when the shit head realised who he was. He was known around for being viscous. For being dangerous, Stallion couldn’t think of any reason why someone would want to have a go at him… only if they wanted to pay dearly.

The footsteps steadily got louder until they were echoing around Stallion, until he thought they might off once belonged to himself. then they stopped, the last of them echoing away into the lonely distance, not to be heard again. Stallion froze, but he could feel himself relax. He was used to these types of conformations, right now he felt right at home, where he should be.

"Hey, bro, you some kind of loner or something? It's like the middle of the night, and you're out here walking all alone. Mind if I ask why?"

The voice echoed throughout the night. It was deep, manly, so the guys was definitely male, Stallion readied himself, readied himself for the explosion of his deep emotions at being called a loner. It was true he was a loner, but the dark angry emotions didn’t like being called name, it was Stallions job to hold them back not le tem get the better of him. He had to. think of Bell he thought to himself, as images of her beautiful face flickered through his vision, he could feel his body relax, but then they flared up. A surprise attack.

He could feel himself exploded in fury as he raised his voice at the boy close to him. “What did you just call me? You little shit! What gives you the right? yeah!~ that right you don’t have one!” he screeched angrily at the boy, then turning his voice dangerously low he continued. “you better back off buddy. Go home. Run with your tail between your legs, back to your mommy and Daddy. Now. Piss off.”

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You want a piece of me!!--[Toast] Feb 22, 2012 11:26:56 GMT -5

Post by Toasty on Feb 22, 2012 11:26:56 GMT -5

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He really did seem like a loner. I mean, who else stands at the edge of a pier, staring at the ocean during the middle of the night? Certainly not someone with many friends, or a good reason like yours truly. Now that I've gotten a better look at the guy in front of me, he doesn't look half bad. I mean, yea, sure he might be a little bit strange, but maybe I could warm up to him somehow. He could be a nice guy-... Sorry, that'll be the other half of my sexuality speaking. Right now I'm loyal to Quartz. No one else. Not even guys. But, at least getting to know this sucker a little bit wouldn't hurt.

“What did you just call me? You little shit! What gives you the right? yeah!~ that right you don’t have one! You better back off buddy. Go home. Run with your tail between your legs, back to your mommy and Daddy. Now. Piss off.” Well, it was final. I was not going to bother to get to know this kid after all. Either that, or I'm getting mixed messages here. I could handle this situation calmy, but why? That was boring; So I decided to recoil. Blake style.

"Excuse me? Are you questioning my honour? What makes you think you can speak to me like that? Please, just stop trying to be tough. The feeble attempt makes me feel pity for you inside. Now, let's both start acting people, alright?"

Sure, I may have sounded like a total douchebag, but that's what recoiling Blake style was- Totally shutting them and there 'wanna be toughness'. If that doesn't work, then they'll probably try and get violent, but that's where I win again. Too bad for them, right? I still had that same cheeky smile I always did, as the remainder of the late night breeze strolled between him and I. The night air was always the most fresh, with the nice scent of sea water and tree's. It all mixed together, as if the very essence of nature was filling my nose with its pleasant odors. I couldn't help but notice how troubled this kid looked. Guess using one of my senses so keenly caused my seeing to enhance? Or maybe I was that good at recognizing problems with the blink of an eye. Then again, I'm no real genius.

I stood in that path, my shoes, crunching against the stray pebbles and grains of sand. Most would probably be nervous in the position I'm in now, in the middle of an angry boy and his conflicted nice side, but for whatever reason I wasn't, and I have no idea. Maybe 'cause this guy seemed so troubled, the conflict within himself would fight the battle for me. Plus, if I got any bruises, I'd look way less attractive. Well, unless the chicks dig the "tough guy" look. But I honesty doubt Quartz did. To end the awkwardness between us, I decided to introduce myself; to get to know this guy better. I mean, I came down here to talk to someone, and I was going to.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name in all that screaming you were doing at me. Mind telling me what it is? I'm Blake Anderson, it's a pleasure.

Introductions wouldn't be complete without my sarcasm, so I waited for him to reply. How could he not like me? Everyone did.

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Last Edit: Feb 22, 2012 11:28:30 GMT -5 by Toasty

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You want a piece of me!!--[Toast] Mar 6, 2012 4:18:11 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Mar 6, 2012 4:18:11 GMT -5

He finished his rant by spitting on the floor in front of him. He wasn’t’ sure exactly why he spat… but he felt that it would fit in well at this point. The ground sucked it up like a vacuum sucking up dust, Stallion looked away, displeased. He wished the ground could just suck him up. Get him away from all these high emotions that swam through him cursing his blood, turning him into a cold unpleasable man. The man he was trying to escape from. he could feel a new anger stirring up through him. Anger that was directed at himself. He hadn’t controlled himself, he had let go, let the emotion take him. He had let himself down. The new anger was cold, but it never tried to leave his body, it never tried to throw it’s self at the man in front of Stallion. It stayed cold angry, swirling through him. Haunting and taunting him, because he couldn’t control himself. Stallion knew he had brought it on himself, it was his anger, his anger at himself.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name in all that screaming you were doing at me. Mind telling me what it is? I'm Blake Anderson, it's a pleasure."

The sarcastic voice of the boy floated towards Stallion, filled his head, making his ears ring, the vice thick with it. Boy he wasn’t helping this situation. This boy, boy named Blake, was not someone that was heading towards Stallions good books. ~~Not that many people got into them… thinking about it there was like only two people… but still.~~ Stallion could feel the other anger kick the new one out of the way, this anger felt more at home, surging through Stallions legs, arms, this anger owned him, and it was about to show this little rat, what he was messing with. Stallion try to hold the emotion back, but really there was nothing stopping it now.

Then before Stallion could stop himself he bolted towards the boy. Making him fly backwards, where the water softened his fall. Stallion heard the splash, a smile formed on his face, but he still didn’t feel satisfied so be bolted for the water using the boy to cushion his fall. He landed on the bot hard, and pushed him under water, his breathes came in ragged breathes as adrenaline took toll, he felt the evil smile plastered to his face as his fist went flying into the boy stomached. Stallion had missed the feeling you got as your fist made contact with the body of your victim, the loss of breath as the victims face curled in pain. all those lovely sensations filled him now, he watched the boy, as his eyes shut and his mouth arched in a painful arch. Stallion laughed gleefully, it had driven him crazy. The sensations, the longing. This boy sure had made the wrong decision coming out here tonight....

Then his world returned to him, he could still see the boy standing in front of him waiting to be answered… he had imagined it all… but it had felt so real, it scared him how real it had felt, and the disappointment that he felt creep into his stomach. He had wanted to shave his fist in the boys stomach, watch as pain filled him. Stallion shook himself hard. No he though firmly to himself, get a grip on yourself, you’re not that person, not anymore… you couldn’t be, you had to get control of yourself. he told himself, trying to cool down the emotion that ran through him, begging for him to just leap forward and sink his teeth into the boy, to hurt him… but Stallion had left that path, he was a better man, he had to prove that. To himself. For himself.

“Umm… I. Didn’t. Say. My .Name.” he said through clenched teeth, trying to keep calm. Trying to keep his feet on flat ground. All of a sudden he felt sick; this was all too much for one night. He could feel his stomach creep up his throat as it made a try to appear. He could feel his body tense has he bent over he knees and his body retched. He felt the acid liquid burn it way up his throat and onto the floor in front of him. It seemed to bubble for a while as the acid from his stomach settled onto the floor. He didn’t look back up from the mess on the floor. He closed his eyes, just stayed there. Listening to nothing. Just staring at the floor. “I hate my life” he whispered hoarsely.