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NoireRose
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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

<=One Way or Another=> (Kiah) Feb 22, 2013 20:06:23 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Feb 22, 2013 20:06:23 GMT -5

Akasha Livie Labbinac

Many people often stare at me, mainly because of the way I look. Some find me strikingly attractive and others find me stunning, but not in the good way. Most of the time I’m the one that people are hesitant about. I’m the type of girl who struts around flaunting everything that my mother gave me in hopes of finding nice prey. Prey that wouldn't struggle too awfully much. Someone that would give me something to do, but someone who would be easy enough to kill. Many people fit that description, some that I let my brothers take care of and others that I did myself.

It was simply that today was my turn to hunt. I was wearing a simple jean jacket with a see-through t-shirt, and jeans to match the jacket that I had on. Today, compared to the past weeks, is a nice day. The sun is just barely hidden behind the clouds and there is no breeze. I know that for a fact someone, somewhere is willing to accompany me, a little lady back to their house. It’s just something that most people are willing to do. Act a little lost, maybe a touch crazed, and then you ask for something like food. By then they’re eating out of your hands, and if it’s a male, then you can flaunt your goods and they’ll be drooling over you. In all honesty it's a fairly easy task to find prey that will work. But when they put up a fight, it makes them taste so much better. Their blood was recently pumping, and the adrenaline flowing. Not to mention how warm they are naturally. It also adds a sense of domination to the plate with a side of confidence in knowing that you had killed a person who was of a fair fight.

I slowly move my way out of the camp and onto the main streets of District 9. Most of the people I ignore and turn away from, mainly because I'm feeling a bit picky today in my meal. After all, everyone seems to be drunk off love that it's insanely hard to get a good meal anywhere. That's one of the main reasons why I hate February 14th and the days following after. Everyone who has a boyfriend or girlfriend is clinging over them and kissing in public. It all practically makes me want to puke. Most people have their arms intertwined and are blabbering on about one thing or another. When I scan over the area a couple more times I see no single people walking around on the streets whatsoever. They're probably hiding in their houses watching all the couples in envy.

Right as I decide that this place is empty as far as singles go, I turn around and end up ever so slightly bumping into a teenage boy, who I assume is my age. The stuff in his arms falls out, and I bend over to help him pick his stuff up. I briefly glance up at his face, only to find that I recognize him. My face softens into the sweetest as I can get it, and try to think of a plan in order to charm him. The worst circumstance is if he recognizes me, in which case, I’ll make things take a turn for the worse. As for right now let’s see how things go.

“Oh, dear! I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you like that!”

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Last Edit: Feb 22, 2013 20:15:13 GMT -5 by NoireRose

k!ah
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<=One Way or Another=> (Kiah) Mar 10, 2013 0:42:51 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Mar 10, 2013 0:42:51 GMT -5

Waiting, watching
Listening to every little sign I see
You are so bright, shining above all the city lights
You know, it's right when all of the stars in the sky align
If you and I, we are together as one tonight

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Sometimes when you think life has let you down, you need to prove to life that nothing can out you down. You need to stand up, and tell life to go screw itself. Because you are amazing. You are perfect. You are spontaneous and fun. And life? Well life needs to get a life. Life needs to smile once and a while, have fun, let loose. Franky makes his way to his feet, his face a mask of determination. Today he feels the need to tell everyone one good thing about them. He feels as though he needs to make people smile. To see someone smile, is like having your birthday early, it like having chocolate for breakfast. He felt that he needed to make people happy.

My fingers play with the frayed material at the end of my jacket. Adrenaline, hope, and love surge through me as my eyes scan the streets. The day of love. Today was that day. Today was the day that people confessed their love to one another, the day that couples will wander around the street hand in hand, it is beautiful. Love is beautiful. And to watch it blossom in front of one’s eyes is truly a gift. A goofy smile spreads on Franky’s face, lighting up his features. I’m full of love today, bursting at the seams and it only feels right to spread that love to those who today do not have that special someone to share their love with.

I have never been in love myself. But I know it is beautiful, just watching people as they walk by, their faces warm, and rosy, their eyes sparkling with life, as they look at each other, it is all just so amazing. To have someone that you can tell everything to, and they won’t judge you or leave you. That’s love, and that truly alone is a gift.

My feet make no noise as I make my way into the main streets of district 9. The streets are filled with couples, clinging to each other, a public display of affection. I can’t keep the smile from my face as I weave my way through the crowd. Franky’s eyes dance as he takes in the people around him. Surprisingly he feels a stab of jealousy. I have never been the jealous type, but being surrounded by all this love and affection, is really getting me thinking… Will I be that person who is ‘forever alone’? That person who will grow old with no one beside them? Will I be that person who is forgotten, cause they had no reason to be remembered? Fear slices through my thoughts. I don’t want to be that person, I tell myself.

I want to be loved, and remembered. I want to be loved.

Franky’s footsteps start to come at a faster rate as he quickens his speed. I will not die alone, I will not- oh my. BAM Face plant. For a moment I truly believe I have run into a wall. I look around embarrassed, I mean how dumb can a person be? walking into a wall? A wall for Christ sake! I look up, my face turning bright red. But my eyes do not see a brick wall as I had expected but the lean slim body of a girl. She is stunning. Absolutely beautiful my eyes take her in as they travel up her body. Until finally they rest on her face. She bends down, to pick up my stuff, the papers that I have dropped. That I have totally forgotten about. My mind, and body have frozen.

Something about the girl strikes me as familiar, but I can’t place my finger on it. My gut tells me to run, to leave, that this girl is trouble. And for a moment I feel myself start to draw away from her, but then she meets my gaze, she flashes me a smile, and I stop, taken by surprise. If she was someone that was trouble, and dangerous, I should leave, but how could a face as beautiful as hers mean trouble? I ask myself.

He rises to his feet as words spill from the girls mouth, she is apologising. I brush away her apologise with a sweep of my hand. “Hey there, let me help you up, after all I can’t leave a beautiful girl like yourself sprawled on the ground at my feet.” I say my voice is cheerful as I reach my hand down to help the girl to her feet.

So get up, stand upWhat you waiting for?
Let's go, jump in
We gotta live life, give in to being
We've got a love like no one knows
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Last Edit: Mar 10, 2013 1:18:39 GMT -5 by k!ah

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NoireRose
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I'm surprised how comfortable I feel coming back here...

<=One Way or Another=> (Kiah) Mar 21, 2013 3:06:22 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Mar 21, 2013 3:06:22 GMT -5

Akasha Livie Labbinac-

There are people in the world who seem to have endless supplies of luck. From my experience, these people are often overconfident and a bit blindsided. They look for the good things in life, and most of the time they get what they came for. They end up with the ladies or guys that they want with the money that they want. They’re usually creatures that dwell on self-confidence, and lead a carefree life without a single worry to pop into their heads. In all reality it’s something that turns me off considering I have to fight for what I want and need. I need to make things easier for others. Others like my brothers. Sadly, I’m not one of those lucky people, and I end up getting stuck with avoiding detection. Something which I’ve gotten used to but don’t necessarily like all that much. All I can hope is that my luck doesn’t run thin when dealing with him.

I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony

The boy standing in front of her holds out his and she looks up at his face. ”Hey there, let me help you up, after all I can’t leave a beautiful girl like yourself sprawled on the ground at my feet.” I can’t help but to look at his face and to place a surprised look on my face. Despite it being something wrong. I can’t help but to share a genuine smile with him and a soft laughter. He’s the enemy, and I shouldn’t be associating myself with him, but he’s so easy. She looks away from his face, and back to his outstretched hand, and to her own surprise she takes it.”E-E-Excuse me?” A soft chuckle escapes my mouth and I blush slightly, ”I’m not all that beautiful”

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

I stand up with his assistance, and I look at him before biting my lower lip, and looking around. This is all something that needed to be well orchestrated, and to my surprise I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t plan on meeting somebody I knew, and one who didn’t recognise me at that even. Typically I just run from them instead of simply conversing with them. This would need some quick improvising on my part, but first to go through the typical first meeting type stuff. ” I really am sorry about bumping into you. I’m such a klutz sometimes,” I look at his face, and I see a look of puzzlement as if he doesn’t understand something. ”Oh dear! I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Livie.”It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either.

We all have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows
Yeah, that's where mine go
that's where mine go

I look at him, and I can’t help but think that he’s one of those people on the clumsy side, but he’s also one of those who is capable to take care of himself if the need really ever arose. I can only hope that he wouldn’t run away from me. He would if he knew who I was. The humorous thing is that I know his face and I know that he’s from the Pride, but his name escapes my lips. His name dances around my lips. I must’ve dismissed him as unimportant, or else I would’ve remembered his name. The name which she can not recall.

Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse, the curse of
From what I've heard with skin you'll win
With skin you'll win
Skin you'll win

After collecting myself a bit more, and a slight awkward silence, I finally realized that I was still holding his papers from when he had dropped them. I quickly bite my lip and glance between him and the papers in my arms. They’re out of order, but so are you. I look at him, and gently hand over his papers to him. Ignoring the fact that I’ve already glanced over them without his permission. Instead I give him a faint smile, and I start moving away from him and towards my home, but after a couple of steps I turn around and glance at him. ” Would you, uhmmmm, like to....you know?” I gesture to the direction I’m heading. Shocked that I would consider allowing him to walk with me. To talk with me. Especially since she knows that he could be the one to spoil everything.