I'm kinda home // Pogue

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I'm kinda home // Pogue Jun 23, 2014 11:26:11 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Jun 23, 2014 11:26:11 GMT -5

Reality hits me harder than a train. When my eyes flutter open the pain is automatic, as if it's some sort of rehearsed thing, my eyes open, skull splitting headache occurs. You'd think after years and years of doing this I'd get the hang of it that's just not the case. I let out a low groan but instantly regret it because my tight and raw throat immediately screams out for me to stop. My vision is a blurry, I can't tell whether or not I'm at home or in an alleyway somewhere. Probably the latter, it's usually the latter.

Oh ripred my back!

I resist the painful urge to groan and slowly turn myself around so I'm lying on my front. Cold, hard surface, probably filthy, feels like a road. Guess I was right. At least it's not as bad as last time, I was in a pile of bins last time and I reeked of rotten food. Hah, I was the rotting food. I blindly grope the air and then go on to blindly grope the ground to find it all empty and clear. Okay, I have some room.

My vision begins to slowly but surely get sharper and sharper. I only lay there, still as a corpse until it's sharper than a knife and I can see my surroundings. Two large brick walls flank me and it's a relatively narrow path out of the alleyway. I slowly and shakily bring myself up, using one of the walls as a sort of leaning device so I don't collapse. Shit, I need to get home - so tired, so much pain, so weak. Each movements make my bones feel as if they're creaking, each movement is like a whip lashing, pain and stinging. I wish I was in bed, I wish I was at home in a normal non-high state. It's funny because really this is all my fault so I have no grounds to complain.

What even happened?

I know I went to gamble, probably play a game of poker or something. Already images of playing cards begin to shoot through my mind and older men screaming and smashing their fists on the table whenever they lost. There were drinks - alcohol to be exact. I must have drunk a bunch, not enough to get me really drunk, but I was probably definitely tipsy. I'd won money, I must have won at least some money or I wouldn't be in the position I am now. Yes, I must have won money because my body feels like it's on fire, I didn't feel whatever happened to be then -I become superhuman when I'm on that stuff- but I feel it now. I fucking hate reality.[/ont]

Sometimes I feel like when I find myself crashing back into reality people want to get me. Like that one time when I woke up and I found a bloody hole in my hand, or when I had burns down my arm, or like now where my head is pounding and my body is punishing me. Damn it, maybe I took way to much of it last night. But damn I must have been high with the stars, so high no one in reality could even hurt me - until I crash landed back in reality of course.

Right! Getting home, I need to focus on getting home! "Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot." I say aloud to myself as I blindly stumble forwards. That is how it goes right? Ugh I don't even know any more! I must be doing this all wrong, I shouldn't be bashing into that wall constantly should I? Maybe it's left foot, left foot, right foot, right foot (in that order of course), or maybe it's right foot, left foot, right foot, right foot. Wait, neight of those sound right, I'll just go with right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. See! There we go! A sick smile draws it self across my face as I finally seem to be getting the hang of walking again.

Hah! I'll be getting home in no time!

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I don't know how long it takes me to get home - I don't even know if what time it is. Is it morning or afternoon? I just remember crashing in through the door after shakily getting my key in the keyhole. I don't even check to see who's around, I just quickly run up to the stairs and throw myself in the bathroom. I take a look at myself in the mirror and actually lightly chuckle at the state of me.

My brown, curly hair is matted with brown and red -someone must have cut me, no wonder I have such a headache- my tanned skin has different shades of black and brown and I lightly put a finger on the intense throbbing that is my left eye. it's-it's black and blue. Was there some sort of fight? If I did get punched in the face I didn't feel it, I was invincible, I was superhuman - I was like a god, no one could come close to my level. The once white shirt I was wearing is a tip, tatters, ripped and the black tie looks partially ripped as well, two buttons were ripped off at the top, revealing my chest. I run the tap and begin splashing my face, letting a brown waterfall go down my face and create a brown lake in the tap.

I stroll out the bathroom and slowly take slow, heavy steps down the stairs as well; at least I'm feeling a bit better after washing out my hair and face which makes my black eye clear as day but I really don't care. After making my way to the living room I pull up my chair and collapse in it. My head drops and my face finds itself resting on the table.

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I'm kinda home // Pogue Jul 19, 2014 8:42:25 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 8:42:25 GMT -5

L U C I F E R
DISTRICT3|SIXTEEN|FEMALE

We live a life of paranoia.

Stand on an edge of darkness and decay.

In life, there are some who begin each morning by plastering a smile onto their face and going about their business, flashing pearly whites at everyone they see and making an actual effort to greet their siblings, cousins, neighbors. A smile, a nod, a wave, a "hello".

And then there is Luci.

In her sleep, her eyes become weights, and tied to them with strings of emotion are her thoughts and ambitions. And as the rays of the morning sun pierce through her eyelid's like Potato Earnest pierces through hearts it takes every amount of limited willpower she possesses to not want to kill every single person and creature that scampers across her path.

One slip and we are gone.

Falling into a nothingness that one never escapes.

Perhaps the only thing that can damper the never ending hatred that courses through her veins during the early hours of the morning is her cup of tea, and it is a known rule in her household that one does not disrupt her before she has the simmering beverage, for they will end up verbally torn to shreds with words sharper than the knives thrown by the tributes in the Games.

So, perhaps it is ill fate that on the day of Ree's less than graceful entrance Luci's box of tea seemed to reach it's end, and as pale fingers found themselves flitting around inside a box of once full teabags she mutters a simple but venom-fueled sentence. "What the fuck."

Luci's thoughts about her family consist of half-assed insults and jabs at each person's sanity and well-being. In fact, she considers them no less than rabbits, endlessly breeding and yet being as annoying as fucking possible. When asked what their names are, her first thought is to say that they are no more than than wastes of breath and space, and of course, to her that is one hundred percent true.

So, as the door opens and slams and her beaten up brother makes his way past the kitchen and into the bathroom, Luci does no more than sip on the cup of coffee that she had made in a futile attempt to replace tea, shuddering at the horrid taste of the liquid and releasing a few obscenities under her breath as it slides down her throat.

There are some that believe they are immune, flying high above everyone else.

When in actuality, they are the ones who have fallen.

Her body coils in disgust as Ree once again makes his way past her, not even noticing the life threatening presence she possesses. And as his head misses the pillow completely and as skull connects with coffee table the poison that collects in her words is enough to kill a pitfall lizard.

"How are you not dead yet? You fucking piece of shit.

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I'm kinda home // Pogue Jul 25, 2014 15:19:49 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Jul 25, 2014 15:19:49 GMT -5

There's a sort of soft but annoying throbbing in my head, as if someone's playing a small drum in my brain. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. I wish whoever was playing that fucking drum in my head would just shut up because it's really annoying, no, annoying is under exaggerating it, it's infuriating, it's making me grind my teeth together as my head rests on the table. Quite strange, this table is so cool. A cool surface is everything I need at the moment to be completely honest. Even as my head rests on the table images of last night flash through my head, like a bad movie playing in front of my eyes.

I see men, all around with cards and money; a lot of them seem to be getting really angry over losing a bunch of money. A lot of cards, yes a see a lot of playing cards, ace of spades, two of hearts, all those cards and they're all in my hand. Obviously I was concentrated, really concentrated on winning because if I didn't win enough money I wouldn't get my fix. Then I'm no longer at that place, I've got a pile of money in my hand and I'm exchanging it - must be me buying the angel dust. And then I'm -

"How are you not dead yet? You fucking piece of shit."

My attention is almost instantly snapped back into the present, into the here and now. Ugh, my sister has a very annoying tendency to do that. Doesn't she ever realize I don't want to be in boring, stinking reality right now? Sisters are so fucking inconsiderate. Take my other sister for example, she does know that her dolls creep the hell out of me right? And yet they seem to be always, always there. It was never funny, just downright scary. But out of all my sisters Luci takes the damn prize.

Still, asking how I'm not dead yet? I mean isn't that a little bit mean? If I was invincible her stupid words wouldn't be able to hurt me. I raise my head, rubbing my eyes and letting the light wash over my face again. "It's cos I'm invincible sis, you should know that by now." I answer with a grin on my face. I make a weak fist and clench my right arm. "Anyway no one could take me, just look at those invincible muscles." I say, giggling at my own joke. Everyone's going to be laughing at me anyway so I might as well just laugh at myself, at least that's how I see it. Most people get pissed off when someone laughs at them but not me, nope, I can laugh at my self. I mean a guy who smokes angel dust, gets high and thinks he's invincible is pretty damn funny from an outsider's perspective. Guess it depends on what perspective you look at it from.

I'm guessing Luci is shooting me daggers -if I wasn't her brother I think she would've strangled me to death by now- but I'm not paying all that much attention. Not even so much at glancing at her I reach over to her tea mug, raise it to my lips and take a huge gulp of the scalding liquid. It's like lava sliding down my throat and I drop the mug back on the table almost immediately, and let out a loud but momentary shout of pain, I take a couple of deep breaths despite the fact even breathing is burning my throat. "Oh ripred thanks, I really needed that." I say with a sigh, still trying to breathe through my scalded throat.

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