ArynMae20Yeah, it is kind of crazy. I don't think that people really see all of the pressure dancing is on girls, even on my level. I'm lucky enough to be involved in a really good group that's super supportive yet still competitive. Ooh! I keep meaning to watch that movie.. >.< But, I started watching Orange is the New Black and it is safe to say I am addicted and it is all your fault... thank you :p
I honestly didn't mean to put the religions in the same category! Ah, sorry if it seemed like that. I meant that each of them separately have been biased by television. But I think there was some part of me that figured fundamentalist Mormons were similar to Amish people, now I kind of know better. This is all really interesting!
Ahahaha! I'm using that one, "ketch-y". Oh that poor kid is going to get so badly teased when he grows up! XD Aw! Remy, that is such a sweet name! I love it, and I don't know if this is possible but it makes that kid 100x more adorable! And Julian! Love that name, it reminds me of One Tree Hill. Ooh, I actually really like Hiram, names that kind of mean something or have some sort of significance are my favourite. Like my first son I am going to name Emory Jack because "Emory" sounds a lot like "Emily" and Jack is my granddad's nickname. I also love the name Erma Grace for a little girl, Erma was my grandmother's name :)
The technical definition for a pirouette is 'A controlled turn on one foot'. I like yours better :p A paus de borea is 'three quick steps from second to fifth back to second' which in real speak means that you step from hip width apart, to having your legs crossed, back to hip width rapidly and starting with a plie (bend of the knees!). They're actually really fun :p oh, and a saute is basically just an up and down jump, from a plie, in any position (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th (4a), 5th or 4th across (4b)). Ooh! That is your right split, when your right leg is in front! That's the one I am best at :p And it isn't that it isn't impressive, because really it is, it's just that I know girls who can pull their leg all the way behind their head and hold it there with ease. It's beautiful and disgusting and I want to be able to do that. Yeah, no, none of that is self explanatory to me.. heh. Care to explain? Feel free to go overboard, I kind of did... XD
all unsolicited advice is welcomed here <3 Haha, I'm glad that you don't think I'm some freak on the internet. I totally thought you would super weirded out like "who the hell is this kid.." XD
I so understand what you mean about people not seeming to care. I needed to talk so I texted my best friend and her response was to imply that she didn't want to listen (even though she said she would) and that I couldn't deal with my shit and then she said: "You should talk to your guidance counsellor, you need help." Well fuck you too. >.< But that isn't right... I mean, she tried. But I feel like I am constantly here listening to peoples problems, giving them advice when needed or a shoulder to cry on but then as soon as I need someone there isn't anyone there. It's... tiring and deeply saddening. But, unlike what she thinks, I can actually deal with my shit and I'll be fine. I feel the same, it's nice to have someone here to listen when I need to vent! :)
Man, that must have been so fun! I live for stuff like that, really.
They also said "and to teachers"... I left that part out but yeah, it really is sexist bullshit and my inner feminist is dying. It's just slightly annoying because what are we suppose to wear on warm days? It was super hot today and I wore jeans and was dying! The rule isn't in effect yet, but if it happens I am going to throat punch someone. Violence is always the answer, really :p
The irony? One of the girls is my childhood best friend. Heh, and they've only been close for a couple of months. Once again, a case of me being completely overlooked. And this conversation ends here because it is getting late and I cannot be held accountable for what I say past midnight on a friday during a pity party. >.< It really isn't their faults.Today actually was a really good day with them, so yeah I'm just not gonna ruin it by over thinking things now.
To be honest I screen-shot that paragraph and it was one of the only things that got me through the rest of today without throat punching someone.. wow thanks :) You're right though, it is hard to just ditch all of your friends in high school and start new, and it really isn't that my friends are bad it's just that they don't really know much about me, so it isn't like I can blame them for some of the things that they say and do when they don't get it and they're just being themselves. Also, I think I like this whole new dynamic my life has taken. Now that I think about it, all of my plans for the future were so.. mundane and boring. I want adventure! I want to travel and see the world and meet people, not be stuck in a life because I think I need to. You're right, I think I will be more then okay. Thank you so much <3
I hate saying that it is hard for me, I mean it is and I feel her pain and it hurts so much, but it isn't like I'm the one considering taking my own life. There is too much I want to do, so many endless possibilities and I wish she would see that. Thanks for saying that I'm dealing more maturely then my cousin, I take that one as a compliment :p Hah
You're amazing. Okay... bye. Haha, to be honest you're the type of person who I would migrate towards in my real life (which may or may not explain all of my problems, but shh). Like you said, assertive people just seem so confident about themselves and where I don't have a sufficient amount of self confidence I guess I just kind of feed off of other peoples. I get the whole trying to manipulate/charm other people. I think that is just like a primal human instinct. Like trying to dominate others and all of that, although I would consider myself more of a passive person with most things. But I have been known to *cough* lead people on.. It is so awful of me, because I know how much it sucks, but I don't know I just find it.. fun? Amusing might be a better word. Like, I think I mentioned that kinda creepy guy that my friend dated? Yeah, he's kinda creepy for a reason that may involve me being a little (a lot) flirtatious. Opps.. :p (Btw, being not ugly helps, I agree! Haha)
I think the best way to put it is that you are "awesomely evil"! You didn't scare me away at all, I think it's sort of amusing actually. Maybe you're just, like, a super villain and you don't know it yet? If so could I be like your super villain side kick or something? Just a thought.. XD
Aw, that is a fear that I am greatly acquainted with. It's just something that you have to deal with in life, people who were once so important start kind of drifting away, but it's really hard and it really sucks :( It is kinda like the RP at the moment, huh? Look at us go :p
I like it! You put so much thought into your characters and it's fabulous. I'm glad that you do because now I don't feel so badly rambling about my own :p Honestly, I love listening to all of this and seeing your mindset in creating characters and their motives (motives is a big thing for me, I like everything to make sense). You're really good at it :) Btw, I don't want the Spark Notes! That is cheating, girl... XD Ahh, as for my characters! I had a break through with Lisette!
Okay, so I was really struggling with her motives, which bothered me because in what sense at all does it make for her to be so cruel and so obsessed with Mila like she is? But I have it! Lisette lived a life of poverty, slavery, racism, etc. She was constantly looked down upon and was told that she was worthless. It bred this jealousy inside of her. She was jealous of the pretty girls who got to go to school and wear nice dresses and live in beautiful houses, she was jealous of her younger siblings (her biological father died in slavery and her mom remarried a man and had four children with him) who always got more attention from her mother then she did. She basically lived her entire life feeling as if she were lower then everyone else, and that can really screw with a person. When she was engaged to get married, it helped her to almost get passed all of that negativity despite the fact that her fiancee was a royal asshole who thought more highly of himself then he should have. When she was turned into a vampire and obtained all of that power she kind of... flowered. She was good at killing, seducing and manipulating. Then she met Mila, who was older and more powerful then she was. It reignited some of that jealousy, but mostly she was just intrigued. That is, until her overwhelming need to dominate overtook her. So she is kind of like Booker and Mila, in a sense that she craves power, but it isn't so much out of loneliness as it as about the fact that she is honestly psychotic. She has a lustful need for dominance and control, despite the fact that she is so completely out of control. It's poetic!
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She knew very well that Booker would most probably make the feeble human into one of his little toys. She was exactly his type, and Lisette could see in Mila’s eyes that she knew this too. Something inside of her should have felt badly, the girl had her entire life ahead of her. A bright future filled with endless possibilities that had been taken away from her just because she had mingled with the wrong people. It was sad really, and so very unfortunate. Well, unfortunate for Charlie, yet quite amusing for Lisette.
“If he does anything to her at all, I’ll kill both of you. I think I’ll kill him anyway.”
The threat made her grin widen even more, despite the fact that she couldn’t understand what Mila’s infatuation with this human was. Lisette had a feeling that it was nothing at all like Booker’s sick enjoyment with the creatures, which would have been at least a little acceptable. The girl was human, she was weak and powerless. She was food, and Lisette couldn’t understand what about this inept child would tempt Mila so very much. Not when she could easily have someone who was just as potent, dangerous and immortal as she was. “I don’t think you’ll do that, hun.” Lisette murmured. “I don’t think you’re stupid enough to.” Although, she had been wrong before.
Lisette shoved Mila domineeringly then, as if trying to reinforce her preeminence in the situation, and kept her dark eyes levelled on her acquaintance. For the entire time she had known Mila, Lisette had felt this oddly compelling appeal towards her. She herself had never been able to control her impulses, she had to feed, the desire she had for it was just as bad as one of Booker’s bite junkie’s addictions. So, she’d admired Mila’s self control, there may have once been a point where she had idolized it in some way. Now, however, she realized that it just made Mila weak... and that appealed to Lisette in an entirely whole new way. The hungry eyes and the way Mila glared at her was strikingly lustful. And just so human.
“Don’t you wish,” the sardonic voice paired with curious eyes made Lisette’s grin falter just a little bit. She felt Mila’s hands along her sides, over her chest, gripping the thin straps of her dress, and laughed aloud. “Oh, my! Mila! You could at least buy me dinner first.. Although, really, what is it that we’ve been doing all night.” Her voice was a borderline ramble as her hand reached up to grip one of Mila’s that held tight to her strap. The pair could have looked like lovers, but the tight squeeze she gave Mila’s fingers wasn’t completely romantic. “You’d have me right now if I were human, is that it?” Lisette laughed. A small, almost breathy sound that was so different from her usual caustic manner. She raised one eyebrow trying to remain composed. I probably still would, she thought sarcastically, licking her bottom lip slowly and tasting the leftovers of the pathetic man’s blood.
“Does my weakness make you hungry?”
“Oh yes, it really does.” She wasn’t about to deny the fact as she tilted her head closer to Mila. “Maybe you should do something about that...”
“How about I do this..?”
Her eyes widened at the light brush of Mila’s lips against her own, not exactly pulling back from the kiss. Lisette played dirty. She lied, seduced and manipulated, and wasn’t usually the one on the receiving end of these activities. So, she didn’t expect the forceful exchange of positions, and a small gasp of surprise escaped her parted lips. How was it that Mila still had so much strength even when she was so obviously hungry? A low growl rumbled in Lisette’s chest as she glared grimly at Mila, letting a small bit of humour leak into her mean gaze. “You really know how to treat a girl, don’t you, lovie. Tell me, is this the type of charm you used on Charlie?”
“How about I make you tell me where Booker took Charlie,” Lisette could hear the savage disparity in the woman’s voice and shook her head slightly. An action that was mockingly pitiful towards her chaotic opponent. “So I can devour him, and then maybe I’ll be too satisfied to come looking for you.” Lisette giggled loudly, resuming her former maniacal self. “But baby! I thought we had something good here... you don’t need to throw him into the mix.”
“Tell me where he took her this instant.”
It was a harsh whisper in her ear that made Lisette want to laugh aloud, even though the situation wasn’t really a laughing matter. The hands around her throat made it quite uncomfortable for her as she stayed pinned to the wall. Her nose pinched as her eyes looked up, appearing thoughtful for a moment before she started. “And miss this lovely chance with you? I don’t think so.” Lisette’s voice came out rasping but for some reason that didn’t make the words any less playful or sinister. “Besides, you’re too weak to do anything to me.” As if to prove her point, Lisette reached up to pry the stony fingers from her neck. It took more effort than it should have to free herself from the suffocating grasp but when she finally did she let out a relieved sigh, staying pressed up against the brick wall. “That’s better..”
She slowly, almost mockingly, placed her hands on Mila’s shoulders and gave the other woman a small shove backwards, keeping her hands where they were, even after she had effectively moved her just a few short paces back. Lisette’s thumbs gently caressed her luminescent skin. “I really don’t think you want to know where he took her anyways.” Her voice was casual, as if their talk was just normal banter and not about some pathetic human girl who had been taken hostage to a savage vampire. “You know how Bookie is, he likes his toys. I bet your precious Charlie would be a perfect fit in his collection.” She had reached up to idly play with a piece of Mila’s dark hair, sending the woman a wink. “I doubt he’ll kill her, really I do, but I don’t know if I can say the same for his savage dogs... oh my they must be so jealous of his pretty new plaything.”
She thought of the pathetically weak humans that draped themselves over Booker, addicted to him just as much as he was to them. Lisette had never really seen the appeal of it, they got so sickly and lost all of their glowing allure. They ended up looking diseased, they ended up addicts. And like all addicts, they would do anything to get their next fix. “Yes, those pathetic things could be quite dangerous, if they aren’t too weak to stand up.” She’d seen some who were very close to death, with the life nearly drained completely from their frail bodies, still willing to do anything for the bite. “But enough of that talk, it’s just so dismal! Let’s go get you something real to eat and then we can... chat.”
Charlie fell to the ground with a loud ‘Ouf’. Looking up at Booker her mouth was open to sneer something rude, but she was cut off when his nimble hands grabbed a fistful of the back of her shirt and hoisted her upwards. “Come on, let’s go say hi,” His voice was casual as he started to push her forwards. “Say Hi..? To who- Ow! Would you stop...” She hissed angrily. Her eyebrows had furrowed as she tried to turn around and look him in the face, rage burned deep in her cheeks as she gritted her teeth tightly and resulted to standing firmly in her spot when she wasn’t able to twist out of his grasp.
“Go on,”
She really had no choice as he firmly shoved her forwards and into the small, beat down house that looked as if it had seen better years. She resisted the urge to shut her eyes as if she were entering a haunted house. “I-I want to go...” She couldn’t finish the thought as they stepped into the expanse living room. From the exterior this place looked like a complete dump, and she had expected the same inside. But the expensive sofas and large table in the center of the room took her by surprise. With a little tidying up and maybe some paintings this place really wouldn’t be so bad... She cringed at herself for thinking that, this wasn’t the time to be pondering decorating ideas.
“Bookie! Is that you, darling? I’ve been waiting so long..”
“Come to me first Books, I barely got anything last time.”
“Who’s that you got with you?”
Charlie’s head whipped around as it dawned on her suddenly that they weren’t alone in the room. Draped over furniture and meandering feebly were several very sick looking people. Their hair was matted and their faces glowing an ill colour that made Charlie want to look away. In each of their eyes she could see a lust that wasn’t quite normal as their attentive gazes snapped towards the vampire. “What are they...” Her throat become thick, and her voice came out a mangled whisper. She didn’t really need the question answered, she had already put two and two together. “You did this to them..?” The question was accusing at the same time bewildered and scared.
She felt his hands on her shoulders shoving her down onto a nearby couch with a false hospitality as he invited her to take a seat. “I don’t... what the...” She fumbled for words but came up empty handed with just several garbled murmurs. This couldn’t be real.
“How come you keep bringing more,”
With her mouth slightly agape, Charlie looked to the other end of the sofa where a woman, older than she was, sat. She hadn’t noticed the ailing lady until just then. Her stern eyes on Char were disquieting and the young musician pressed herself deeper into the couch as she tried to avoid them. “The more you bring, the less I get. Six of us showed up tonight, are you gonna get to all six? And now seven?” Charlie was shaking her head furiously as she listened to the woman’s words which only validated what she had already known about this place. “I don’t want.. You’re sick!” Her voice was sharp and she wasn’t sure whether it was directed towards Booker or his little toy who was nearly melting into his touch as he caressed her face. It didn’t matter who she had been talking to anyways because neither of them seemed to notice her.
“When did you get so greedy?” Charlie watched with morbid fascination as he forcefully tilted the girls head upwards, the look on her face made Char feel ill. It was one of pure rapture as she begged with him to bite her. “Please do it. Please, I need to feel it again.”
“Should I?”
Charlie had been too preoccupied with watching the expression on the woman’s face that she hadn’t noticed that Booker was now staring at her. She glanced up at him dazedly, not quite sure what to say or how to react. So much had happened to her in such a short amount of time and it seemed like all of it was just now crashing down on her. It made her feel light-headed and whimsical, as if her body had detached itself from her mind in some kind of primal attempt to save her. “Or would you like the honour of going first?” Char slowly shook her head, the action was lethargic as she stared into his dark, hungry eyes.. “Please don’t...” It wasn’t very convincing, she knew, but maybe there was a part of her that didn’t want to be convincing, a part that knew just how good it would feel and that would understand these peoples complete lust for it. “Please...” She blinked her eyes forcefully, letting her mind clear for a second and swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
“I-I don’t like it at all,”
She shuddered at how the words sounded when he mockingly said them. Weak and pathetic. Charlie clenched her jaw tightly and watched with steady eyes as he came towards her, gazing down like she was a piece of his favourite candy. His hand caught her face, and despite the temptation to pull away she didn’t, she sat there and endured the icy caress as he stroked her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. She narrowed her gaze.
“You were lying. You enjoy it so much. You’d like me to bite you right now, wouldn’t you.”
His voice was lurid and even a little angry as he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face within inches of his own. A surprised gasp escaped Charlie’s lips as her hands reached up to grab his shoulders in an attempt to push him away. She didn’t immediately answer him, her mind spun in a million different directions as she tried to find some solid emotion to cling to. His voice pulled her out of her confusion, however, when it barked again.
“Wouldn't you?”
“There’s a lot of things I’d like right now... but that isn’t one of them.” Her voice was strained as she spoke through her clenched teeth. Her frozen eyes glared at Booker contemptuously. “I’m not anyone’s pet... you can’t have me.” Despite the fact that she knew tough words wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wanted, Charlie continued to sneer at him. “You’re sick, this is sick, I want to go back home.” She pulled herself off the sofa, using his shoulders as a mean of support as she stood within kissing, or perhaps biting, distance from him. “Let me go, now.” The words sounded meek even to her, like she was a child trying to get out of nap time. Whiny, pathetic, angry. She shuddered when she realized that really, she was all of those things.
She tried to hold his gaze and not look over towards the subdued people who watched Booker with eager eyes. There was no way out of this, she knew that all too well, but her mind still searched for some kind of exit strategy. That all too familiar fight or flight reaction twisted in her gut as her gaze flicked quickly towards the door on the other side of the room and back towards her captor. There was no way she could do it, no way that she could outrun him or hide from him. There was nothing left for her to do but sit still and be a good, compliant little girl.
But she had done that her entire life, with her parents, her siblings, her lovers and her own self. She’d always done the right thing, the sane thing. From wearing pretty dresses, to sitting cross legged in the Sunday school classroom and listening to the teacher preach things that she didn’t even believe. From watching her teenage years slip away, to being the meek, perfect child who played her guitar and did her homework and never spoke out of turn. She wasn’t that meek, perfect child anymore. She’d burst free of that, become her own person. She’d already outrun most of her demons, so why should this one be any different?
Because he isn’t in your mind, this time it’s real and this time it could mean your life.
Yet, there was no point if she didn’t try. Taking in a deep breath, Charlie used all her strength to shove Booker away from her, the element of surprise must have been on her side and she managed to move him back just a couple paces. Enough so that she was able to slip past him and bolt for the door. She wouldn’t let herself succumb to his whim just because she didn’t think she would ever get away. Either way, he was going to kill her (or worse) and she wasn’t going down without a fight.
“If he does anything to her at all, I’ll kill both of you. I think I’ll kill him anyway.”
The threat made her grin widen even more, despite the fact that she couldn’t understand what Mila’s infatuation with this human was. Lisette had a feeling that it was nothing at all like Booker’s sick enjoyment with the creatures, which would have been at least a little acceptable. The girl was human, she was weak and powerless. She was food, and Lisette couldn’t understand what about this inept child would tempt Mila so very much. Not when she could easily have someone who was just as potent, dangerous and immortal as she was. “I don’t think you’ll do that, hun.” Lisette murmured. “I don’t think you’re stupid enough to.” Although, she had been wrong before.
Lisette shoved Mila domineeringly then, as if trying to reinforce her preeminence in the situation, and kept her dark eyes levelled on her acquaintance. For the entire time she had known Mila, Lisette had felt this oddly compelling appeal towards her. She herself had never been able to control her impulses, she had to feed, the desire she had for it was just as bad as one of Booker’s bite junkie’s addictions. So, she’d admired Mila’s self control, there may have once been a point where she had idolized it in some way. Now, however, she realized that it just made Mila weak... and that appealed to Lisette in an entirely whole new way. The hungry eyes and the way Mila glared at her was strikingly lustful. And just so human.
“Don’t you wish,” the sardonic voice paired with curious eyes made Lisette’s grin falter just a little bit. She felt Mila’s hands along her sides, over her chest, gripping the thin straps of her dress, and laughed aloud. “Oh, my! Mila! You could at least buy me dinner first.. Although, really, what is it that we’ve been doing all night.” Her voice was a borderline ramble as her hand reached up to grip one of Mila’s that held tight to her strap. The pair could have looked like lovers, but the tight squeeze she gave Mila’s fingers wasn’t completely romantic. “You’d have me right now if I were human, is that it?” Lisette laughed. A small, almost breathy sound that was so different from her usual caustic manner. She raised one eyebrow trying to remain composed. I probably still would, she thought sarcastically, licking her bottom lip slowly and tasting the leftovers of the pathetic man’s blood.
“Does my weakness make you hungry?”
“Oh yes, it really does.” She wasn’t about to deny the fact as she tilted her head closer to Mila. “Maybe you should do something about that...”
“How about I do this..?”
Her eyes widened at the light brush of Mila’s lips against her own, not exactly pulling back from the kiss. Lisette played dirty. She lied, seduced and manipulated, and wasn’t usually the one on the receiving end of these activities. So, she didn’t expect the forceful exchange of positions, and a small gasp of surprise escaped her parted lips. How was it that Mila still had so much strength even when she was so obviously hungry? A low growl rumbled in Lisette’s chest as she glared grimly at Mila, letting a small bit of humour leak into her mean gaze. “You really know how to treat a girl, don’t you, lovie. Tell me, is this the type of charm you used on Charlie?”
“How about I make you tell me where Booker took Charlie,” Lisette could hear the savage disparity in the woman’s voice and shook her head slightly. An action that was mockingly pitiful towards her chaotic opponent. “So I can devour him, and then maybe I’ll be too satisfied to come looking for you.” Lisette giggled loudly, resuming her former maniacal self. “But baby! I thought we had something good here... you don’t need to throw him into the mix.”
“Tell me where he took her this instant.”
It was a harsh whisper in her ear that made Lisette want to laugh aloud, even though the situation wasn’t really a laughing matter. The hands around her throat made it quite uncomfortable for her as she stayed pinned to the wall. Her nose pinched as her eyes looked up, appearing thoughtful for a moment before she started. “And miss this lovely chance with you? I don’t think so.” Lisette’s voice came out rasping but for some reason that didn’t make the words any less playful or sinister. “Besides, you’re too weak to do anything to me.” As if to prove her point, Lisette reached up to pry the stony fingers from her neck. It took more effort than it should have to free herself from the suffocating grasp but when she finally did she let out a relieved sigh, staying pressed up against the brick wall. “That’s better..”
She slowly, almost mockingly, placed her hands on Mila’s shoulders and gave the other woman a small shove backwards, keeping her hands where they were, even after she had effectively moved her just a few short paces back. Lisette’s thumbs gently caressed her luminescent skin. “I really don’t think you want to know where he took her anyways.” Her voice was casual, as if their talk was just normal banter and not about some pathetic human girl who had been taken hostage to a savage vampire. “You know how Bookie is, he likes his toys. I bet your precious Charlie would be a perfect fit in his collection.” She had reached up to idly play with a piece of Mila’s dark hair, sending the woman a wink. “I doubt he’ll kill her, really I do, but I don’t know if I can say the same for his savage dogs... oh my they must be so jealous of his pretty new plaything.”
She thought of the pathetically weak humans that draped themselves over Booker, addicted to him just as much as he was to them. Lisette had never really seen the appeal of it, they got so sickly and lost all of their glowing allure. They ended up looking diseased, they ended up addicts. And like all addicts, they would do anything to get their next fix. “Yes, those pathetic things could be quite dangerous, if they aren’t too weak to stand up.” She’d seen some who were very close to death, with the life nearly drained completely from their frail bodies, still willing to do anything for the bite. “But enough of that talk, it’s just so dismal! Let’s go get you something real to eat and then we can... chat.”
Charlie fell to the ground with a loud ‘Ouf’. Looking up at Booker her mouth was open to sneer something rude, but she was cut off when his nimble hands grabbed a fistful of the back of her shirt and hoisted her upwards. “Come on, let’s go say hi,” His voice was casual as he started to push her forwards. “Say Hi..? To who- Ow! Would you stop...” She hissed angrily. Her eyebrows had furrowed as she tried to turn around and look him in the face, rage burned deep in her cheeks as she gritted her teeth tightly and resulted to standing firmly in her spot when she wasn’t able to twist out of his grasp.
“Go on,”
She really had no choice as he firmly shoved her forwards and into the small, beat down house that looked as if it had seen better years. She resisted the urge to shut her eyes as if she were entering a haunted house. “I-I want to go...” She couldn’t finish the thought as they stepped into the expanse living room. From the exterior this place looked like a complete dump, and she had expected the same inside. But the expensive sofas and large table in the center of the room took her by surprise. With a little tidying up and maybe some paintings this place really wouldn’t be so bad... She cringed at herself for thinking that, this wasn’t the time to be pondering decorating ideas.
“Bookie! Is that you, darling? I’ve been waiting so long..”
“Come to me first Books, I barely got anything last time.”
“Who’s that you got with you?”
Charlie’s head whipped around as it dawned on her suddenly that they weren’t alone in the room. Draped over furniture and meandering feebly were several very sick looking people. Their hair was matted and their faces glowing an ill colour that made Charlie want to look away. In each of their eyes she could see a lust that wasn’t quite normal as their attentive gazes snapped towards the vampire. “What are they...” Her throat become thick, and her voice came out a mangled whisper. She didn’t really need the question answered, she had already put two and two together. “You did this to them..?” The question was accusing at the same time bewildered and scared.
She felt his hands on her shoulders shoving her down onto a nearby couch with a false hospitality as he invited her to take a seat. “I don’t... what the...” She fumbled for words but came up empty handed with just several garbled murmurs. This couldn’t be real.
“How come you keep bringing more,”
With her mouth slightly agape, Charlie looked to the other end of the sofa where a woman, older than she was, sat. She hadn’t noticed the ailing lady until just then. Her stern eyes on Char were disquieting and the young musician pressed herself deeper into the couch as she tried to avoid them. “The more you bring, the less I get. Six of us showed up tonight, are you gonna get to all six? And now seven?” Charlie was shaking her head furiously as she listened to the woman’s words which only validated what she had already known about this place. “I don’t want.. You’re sick!” Her voice was sharp and she wasn’t sure whether it was directed towards Booker or his little toy who was nearly melting into his touch as he caressed her face. It didn’t matter who she had been talking to anyways because neither of them seemed to notice her.
“When did you get so greedy?” Charlie watched with morbid fascination as he forcefully tilted the girls head upwards, the look on her face made Char feel ill. It was one of pure rapture as she begged with him to bite her. “Please do it. Please, I need to feel it again.”
“Should I?”
Charlie had been too preoccupied with watching the expression on the woman’s face that she hadn’t noticed that Booker was now staring at her. She glanced up at him dazedly, not quite sure what to say or how to react. So much had happened to her in such a short amount of time and it seemed like all of it was just now crashing down on her. It made her feel light-headed and whimsical, as if her body had detached itself from her mind in some kind of primal attempt to save her. “Or would you like the honour of going first?” Char slowly shook her head, the action was lethargic as she stared into his dark, hungry eyes.. “Please don’t...” It wasn’t very convincing, she knew, but maybe there was a part of her that didn’t want to be convincing, a part that knew just how good it would feel and that would understand these peoples complete lust for it. “Please...” She blinked her eyes forcefully, letting her mind clear for a second and swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
“I-I don’t like it at all,”
She shuddered at how the words sounded when he mockingly said them. Weak and pathetic. Charlie clenched her jaw tightly and watched with steady eyes as he came towards her, gazing down like she was a piece of his favourite candy. His hand caught her face, and despite the temptation to pull away she didn’t, she sat there and endured the icy caress as he stroked her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. She narrowed her gaze.
“You were lying. You enjoy it so much. You’d like me to bite you right now, wouldn’t you.”
His voice was lurid and even a little angry as he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face within inches of his own. A surprised gasp escaped Charlie’s lips as her hands reached up to grab his shoulders in an attempt to push him away. She didn’t immediately answer him, her mind spun in a million different directions as she tried to find some solid emotion to cling to. His voice pulled her out of her confusion, however, when it barked again.
“Wouldn't you?”
“There’s a lot of things I’d like right now... but that isn’t one of them.” Her voice was strained as she spoke through her clenched teeth. Her frozen eyes glared at Booker contemptuously. “I’m not anyone’s pet... you can’t have me.” Despite the fact that she knew tough words wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wanted, Charlie continued to sneer at him. “You’re sick, this is sick, I want to go back home.” She pulled herself off the sofa, using his shoulders as a mean of support as she stood within kissing, or perhaps biting, distance from him. “Let me go, now.” The words sounded meek even to her, like she was a child trying to get out of nap time. Whiny, pathetic, angry. She shuddered when she realized that really, she was all of those things.
She tried to hold his gaze and not look over towards the subdued people who watched Booker with eager eyes. There was no way out of this, she knew that all too well, but her mind still searched for some kind of exit strategy. That all too familiar fight or flight reaction twisted in her gut as her gaze flicked quickly towards the door on the other side of the room and back towards her captor. There was no way she could do it, no way that she could outrun him or hide from him. There was nothing left for her to do but sit still and be a good, compliant little girl.
But she had done that her entire life, with her parents, her siblings, her lovers and her own self. She’d always done the right thing, the sane thing. From wearing pretty dresses, to sitting cross legged in the Sunday school classroom and listening to the teacher preach things that she didn’t even believe. From watching her teenage years slip away, to being the meek, perfect child who played her guitar and did her homework and never spoke out of turn. She wasn’t that meek, perfect child anymore. She’d burst free of that, become her own person. She’d already outrun most of her demons, so why should this one be any different?
Because he isn’t in your mind, this time it’s real and this time it could mean your life.
Yet, there was no point if she didn’t try. Taking in a deep breath, Charlie used all her strength to shove Booker away from her, the element of surprise must have been on her side and she managed to move him back just a couple paces. Enough so that she was able to slip past him and bolt for the door. She wouldn’t let herself succumb to his whim just because she didn’t think she would ever get away. Either way, he was going to kill her (or worse) and she wasn’t going down without a fight.
Well I didn't get in, haha. I probably wouldn't have joined the company anyways. There is too much pressure at that level. Girls are pushed to have that "perfect ballet body" which is basically super skinny with no boobs. You have to look like a child, which I guess is kind of the only reason a company would look at me anyways. But the pressure causes eating disorders, depression, and other unhealthy things. Ahaha, she yelled at him because he couldn't get the counts for the music right, he got really sassy with her and it was scary/hilarious.
That must have been rough on your parents.. I'm glad that everything worked out for the better! And yeah, aha, I get the whole mother-in-law/daughter-in-law rivalry. My mom and grandmother get along well for the most part but I can tell there is a little bit of tension there, just because they are two completely different women. Okay... so I think my problem is I watch too much television and have an incredibly biased view on what Mormonism, or even Amish lifestyles, are like. I think I should probably shut my mouth now before I talk myself into a hole >.< Ahaha But polygamy, that really is extreme. I don't really agree with it, but y'know whatever... I'm not anyone to judge other people for what they believe.
:O That is so many people.. I wouldn't remember their names either, even though I am good at remembering names. Then again my family names their kids weird shit like "Ketch" (Yes, I really do have a baby cousin named Ketch..). I'm in love with the name Faust for a boy so I'm really in no position to be all judgy. But really? Eight kids? I can't imagine it, that is so crazy! But I will admit that I love big families and I've always wished I had another sibling. Hah, yeah I'd probably need to make a chart, too :p Also, oh! Okay, I wasn't sure, that is interesting to know.
Seriously, sometimes I forget that people don't know what 'Pas de boreas', 'Pirouettes', 'Soutes ' etc are. I say things like that on a daily basis so it doesn't faze me at all, but then again I'm sure that there is some soccer lingo that I wouldn't understand? Hah, in my world it really isn't impressive, but thanks anyways :p
Ugh, seriously I could vent all day about it but I don't want to be shallow. But seriously, I don't know if she'll ever treat me the same again, or if I'll ever be able to trust her again. I know that sounds extreme but if you could feel how hurt I am by it you would understand. She cares, yeah, but I'm really tired of people saying that. I don't care if she cares because she is just turning the whole situation around on herself like always. Anyways, about not be able to talk to friends. Yeah, I seem like I am this super open person who can talk about anything but I tell people about the surface problems. There is no one in this entire world who comes close to actually understanding my complex emotions and I don't know if I could even start to put any of them into words. Although I agree being able to stop and start a conversation when it gets too much, and just the whole animosity thing makes it so much easier to open up. I'm glad that you think I am an understanding person, I like to think I am. I love listening to other peoples problems, as weird as that sounds, and trying to help them. I guess it kind of makes up for the fact that sometimes I feel like I can't help myself. This is going to sound super weird and I really hope you don't think I'm a freak or sometime but I guess I kinda look up to you. There isn't really anyone in my life who I can do that with, I'm usually the one that people turn to for help and not the other way around. So I'm really glad that our OOC posts didn't stay surface, it really has helped me come to terms with a lot of things so really, thanks for that :)
That sounds so fabulous! Oh my goodness, and the whole fake blood thing! That is disgustingly awesome XD I was in Toronto a couple years ago and we were there in October, close to halloween, and they were having their annual Day of the Dead or whatever it's called. It was just kind of getting started while we were walking to the airport but it was cool to see some of the costumes. Was it for a party that you guys dressed up? Ahh, your Pirate costume sounds so amazing, really creative!
Aww, I'm sure it's gonna be a really great couple of days :) The polar bears say hey, by the way, from all the way down here in exotic Canada... XD Haha, but oh my goodness! The weather has actually been so nice lately, it's suppose to get up to 24 degrees celsius on saturday and it has been total shorts/skirts weather. But my school board has started this ridiculous new rule that girls aren't aloud to wear shorts to school anymore because it is "distracting for male students". Like seriously? That is ridiculous! Why should we stop wearing shorts while guys get to go around sagging their pants? I think it is totally inappropriate for the board to say something like that. And really? It's not my fault if they can't keep it in their pants..
I can relate to some of that, especially the part about being alone. I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by people but no one really sees me. It's like I'm not even there to them. Like today I was sitting with two of my friends at lunch and they just started making random plans to hang out all summer and do all this shit together while I was sitting there like 'Oh, thanks for the invite.' Then I felt pathetic because they should be free to make plans without me, they don't have to hang out with me outside of school. But it just hurts, you know. It hurts so much sometimes that I feel like I'm breaking away from the inside, and that my heart has gone cold because it can't take anymore pain. That's really dramatic, but it's how I feel. I know it's hard to remember sometimes, trust me I get it, but you're never really alone.. even if it feels like it. I'm always here to talk, even though it is over the computer, I am willing to listen. I don't really have the whole confiding in people problem, like I said I will tell people things but not go into detail about them, or play it off as not a big deal, like I told my best friend that I like girls and we've talked about it a bit but she thinks that I am super cool and stuff with my sexuality when really I am so fucking confused I don't know what to do. I kind of feel like my entire life I have had myself placed in this perfect little shoe box; Go to university, meet a nice guy, settle down, have a family, grow old, etc. But now I don't know if I want any of that, I mean obviously I want to go to university but all of that other stuff is just kind of mush in my mind now and it almost feels freeing at the same time terrifying. I don't know, it's just freaking me out a lot lately.
It doesn't sound ridiculous at all, that you would be sad about her leaving even before she gets here. You have a right to be upset about it because obviously she is really close to you and letting go of friendships like that is hard. My biggest fear is my best friend leaving, and I don't mean just to travel and go live somewhere else, she's suicidal and I've seen things that I wish I haven't and felt things that no one should ever feel because of it. And it is really hard to watch her struggle like she does. I was watching her on stage the other day and started crying because I just wanted to shake her and scream: "You know that feeling? The feeling you get when you're on stage nailing a routine and the adrenaline is so high and you can't remember anything but the amazing sense of euphoria and rapture? That's called being alive and it's really fucking nice." But sometimes she doesn't see that and it's so scary, even now typing all of this I am starting to cry because it makes me physically ill to think about her ever being gone and I just wish she would see that!! I'm sorry to share something like this with you, she'd never go through with it and there is a lot of people in her life making sure that she won't it's just sometimes I get so caught up in how she feels that I forget to let out how I feel, and now I feel like a selfish asshole.
I definitely agree with that one, characters with depth are so much better than just "fluff" characters. It definitely makes the story that much more interesting. Char is really special to me, and I never intended her to be when I started this but it just kind of happened. Actually, Lisette is so much harder for me to write for. I keep on trying to get into her head, like I've even tried outside writing exercises when I get bored, but she just isn't there yet. She gets my vulgar sense of humour, also I am a huge bitch 99% of the time so she also gets that. Otherwise, Lisette is her own thing. I wouldn't say she is my opposite though, for the most part I channel all of my sass into her XD What about Booker?? Now I'm curious about where he fits! Ahh, you have no idea! Charlie even has extended family... her eighteen-year-old cousin Alice is a teen mom and where that may seem like a really random thing, I made her for a reason! I mean, she's never been mentioned yet but her character serves to personify the thought that Charlie isn't 'good enough' for her family, because despite the fact that Alice had a baby at sixteen Char is still the disgrace of the family. Anyways, I'm working on getting all of this stuff out of my head and written down at some point. I'll share it with you eventually.. if I don't think it will completely ruin the mystique of the character.
More characters can be a thing... just saying we aren't limited to these four and there are a bounty of ideas and other characters that we can try out if you want. I think that keeping it to just a few is boring anyways, heh. But we can talk about that more later.. OH MY GOD THANK YOU THE FEELING IS MUTUAL <3 Really though :)
I get it, no worries :) My "wee hours of the morning" self is like that, too! I don't mind whining, anyways.
Good! But we can do that later 'cause I'm feeling a little bit too emotional already, it's probably best to save that for another day XD
That must have been rough on your parents.. I'm glad that everything worked out for the better! And yeah, aha, I get the whole mother-in-law/daughter-in-law rivalry. My mom and grandmother get along well for the most part but I can tell there is a little bit of tension there, just because they are two completely different women. Okay... so I think my problem is I watch too much television and have an incredibly biased view on what Mormonism, or even Amish lifestyles, are like. I think I should probably shut my mouth now before I talk myself into a hole >.< Ahaha But polygamy, that really is extreme. I don't really agree with it, but y'know whatever... I'm not anyone to judge other people for what they believe.
:O That is so many people.. I wouldn't remember their names either, even though I am good at remembering names. Then again my family names their kids weird shit like "Ketch" (Yes, I really do have a baby cousin named Ketch..). I'm in love with the name Faust for a boy so I'm really in no position to be all judgy. But really? Eight kids? I can't imagine it, that is so crazy! But I will admit that I love big families and I've always wished I had another sibling. Hah, yeah I'd probably need to make a chart, too :p Also, oh! Okay, I wasn't sure, that is interesting to know.
Seriously, sometimes I forget that people don't know what 'Pas de boreas', 'Pirouettes', 'Soutes ' etc are. I say things like that on a daily basis so it doesn't faze me at all, but then again I'm sure that there is some soccer lingo that I wouldn't understand? Hah, in my world it really isn't impressive, but thanks anyways :p
Ugh, seriously I could vent all day about it but I don't want to be shallow. But seriously, I don't know if she'll ever treat me the same again, or if I'll ever be able to trust her again. I know that sounds extreme but if you could feel how hurt I am by it you would understand. She cares, yeah, but I'm really tired of people saying that. I don't care if she cares because she is just turning the whole situation around on herself like always. Anyways, about not be able to talk to friends. Yeah, I seem like I am this super open person who can talk about anything but I tell people about the surface problems. There is no one in this entire world who comes close to actually understanding my complex emotions and I don't know if I could even start to put any of them into words. Although I agree being able to stop and start a conversation when it gets too much, and just the whole animosity thing makes it so much easier to open up. I'm glad that you think I am an understanding person, I like to think I am. I love listening to other peoples problems, as weird as that sounds, and trying to help them. I guess it kind of makes up for the fact that sometimes I feel like I can't help myself. This is going to sound super weird and I really hope you don't think I'm a freak or sometime but I guess I kinda look up to you. There isn't really anyone in my life who I can do that with, I'm usually the one that people turn to for help and not the other way around. So I'm really glad that our OOC posts didn't stay surface, it really has helped me come to terms with a lot of things so really, thanks for that :)
That sounds so fabulous! Oh my goodness, and the whole fake blood thing! That is disgustingly awesome XD I was in Toronto a couple years ago and we were there in October, close to halloween, and they were having their annual Day of the Dead or whatever it's called. It was just kind of getting started while we were walking to the airport but it was cool to see some of the costumes. Was it for a party that you guys dressed up? Ahh, your Pirate costume sounds so amazing, really creative!
Aww, I'm sure it's gonna be a really great couple of days :) The polar bears say hey, by the way, from all the way down here in exotic Canada... XD Haha, but oh my goodness! The weather has actually been so nice lately, it's suppose to get up to 24 degrees celsius on saturday and it has been total shorts/skirts weather. But my school board has started this ridiculous new rule that girls aren't aloud to wear shorts to school anymore because it is "distracting for male students". Like seriously? That is ridiculous! Why should we stop wearing shorts while guys get to go around sagging their pants? I think it is totally inappropriate for the board to say something like that. And really? It's not my fault if they can't keep it in their pants..
I can relate to some of that, especially the part about being alone. I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by people but no one really sees me. It's like I'm not even there to them. Like today I was sitting with two of my friends at lunch and they just started making random plans to hang out all summer and do all this shit together while I was sitting there like 'Oh, thanks for the invite.' Then I felt pathetic because they should be free to make plans without me, they don't have to hang out with me outside of school. But it just hurts, you know. It hurts so much sometimes that I feel like I'm breaking away from the inside, and that my heart has gone cold because it can't take anymore pain. That's really dramatic, but it's how I feel. I know it's hard to remember sometimes, trust me I get it, but you're never really alone.. even if it feels like it. I'm always here to talk, even though it is over the computer, I am willing to listen. I don't really have the whole confiding in people problem, like I said I will tell people things but not go into detail about them, or play it off as not a big deal, like I told my best friend that I like girls and we've talked about it a bit but she thinks that I am super cool and stuff with my sexuality when really I am so fucking confused I don't know what to do. I kind of feel like my entire life I have had myself placed in this perfect little shoe box; Go to university, meet a nice guy, settle down, have a family, grow old, etc. But now I don't know if I want any of that, I mean obviously I want to go to university but all of that other stuff is just kind of mush in my mind now and it almost feels freeing at the same time terrifying. I don't know, it's just freaking me out a lot lately.
It doesn't sound ridiculous at all, that you would be sad about her leaving even before she gets here. You have a right to be upset about it because obviously she is really close to you and letting go of friendships like that is hard. My biggest fear is my best friend leaving, and I don't mean just to travel and go live somewhere else, she's suicidal and I've seen things that I wish I haven't and felt things that no one should ever feel because of it. And it is really hard to watch her struggle like she does. I was watching her on stage the other day and started crying because I just wanted to shake her and scream: "You know that feeling? The feeling you get when you're on stage nailing a routine and the adrenaline is so high and you can't remember anything but the amazing sense of euphoria and rapture? That's called being alive and it's really fucking nice." But sometimes she doesn't see that and it's so scary, even now typing all of this I am starting to cry because it makes me physically ill to think about her ever being gone and I just wish she would see that!! I'm sorry to share something like this with you, she'd never go through with it and there is a lot of people in her life making sure that she won't it's just sometimes I get so caught up in how she feels that I forget to let out how I feel, and now I feel like a selfish asshole.
I definitely agree with that one, characters with depth are so much better than just "fluff" characters. It definitely makes the story that much more interesting. Char is really special to me, and I never intended her to be when I started this but it just kind of happened. Actually, Lisette is so much harder for me to write for. I keep on trying to get into her head, like I've even tried outside writing exercises when I get bored, but she just isn't there yet. She gets my vulgar sense of humour, also I am a huge bitch 99% of the time so she also gets that. Otherwise, Lisette is her own thing. I wouldn't say she is my opposite though, for the most part I channel all of my sass into her XD What about Booker?? Now I'm curious about where he fits! Ahh, you have no idea! Charlie even has extended family... her eighteen-year-old cousin Alice is a teen mom and where that may seem like a really random thing, I made her for a reason! I mean, she's never been mentioned yet but her character serves to personify the thought that Charlie isn't 'good enough' for her family, because despite the fact that Alice had a baby at sixteen Char is still the disgrace of the family. Anyways, I'm working on getting all of this stuff out of my head and written down at some point. I'll share it with you eventually.. if I don't think it will completely ruin the mystique of the character.
More characters can be a thing... just saying we aren't limited to these four and there are a bounty of ideas and other characters that we can try out if you want. I think that keeping it to just a few is boring anyways, heh. But we can talk about that more later.. OH MY GOD THANK YOU THE FEELING IS MUTUAL <3 Really though :)
I get it, no worries :) My "wee hours of the morning" self is like that, too! I don't mind whining, anyways.
Good! But we can do that later 'cause I'm feeling a little bit too emotional already, it's probably best to save that for another day XD
I actually lied about the nutcracker auditions DX I thought they were this weekend but they're actually at the end of the month... this weekend is the deadline to sign up for auditions so they can make the schedule. These auditions aren’t even that bad, though. I mean it is my dance teachers who run them and they all know how we dance so it isn’t that bad. I auditioned for the Royal Winnipeg Ballet earlier this year and that was terrifying. During the master class the choreographer started yelling at the pianist. But I am far from a pro, haha! I get so nervous before things like this, and not at all before I go on stage, it's weird.
It’s really sweet that you guys all get along so well. It must be nice that just because your parents left the church, they aren’t shunned like with Amish communities. Although I can kind of understand them being defensive about it, I feel as if, and I mean this with absolutely no disrespect, religions like Mormonism have very extreme beliefs that aren’t for everyone. I have nothing at all against religion, I’m just not big into it myself. I tried to be, because my family are all very catholic, church going people, but it wasn’t for me. One thing that I do really like that you said about Mormonism is that they value big families. My mom has five siblings and each one has at least two children; so there are twelve grandkids in total and then six great grandchildren already. But that must be tiny compared to your extended family... I don’t think I’d be able to remember a bunch of names without seeing them all the time, heh. Just out of curiosity, though, do they celebrate christmas?
Depends on what your take on crazy flexible is, I guess! :p I mean I have my over split on my right leg but my left split has been teetering between there and not quite there and my center is okay. Although all of this is probably a foreign language to you.. heh.
Exactly how I feel! When my cousin found out about my issues she forced me to tell my parents, her exact words were “You tell them or I will” and then she texted me later that night “I’ve been in bed crying ever since I got home”. Who in the fuck does she think she is for saying something like that to me? She thinks she knows shit about shit because she’s 25 and lives by herself, but she honestly knows nothing and every time I see her I can’t help but see the pity in her eyes and it makes me just not want to be around her where we use to be really good friends. I get that about making superficial friends, I feel like to an outsider I look like I’m really cool/popular because I can get along with a lot of people but honestly there is maybe three people who I would consider my true friends and I can’t even really talk about how I feel with them because they have their own issues that they’re dealing with. So yeah, I get you. I think the only reason that I’ve been able to open up so much to you is because I don’t know you in real life and it is easier to say stuff over a computer screen and without fear of it coming up in face to face conversation.
Wow, I feel kind of honoured that you liked it so much XD It makes me super duper happy...
Now I feel special... it’s rare? Ooh! Hehe! I don’t think that is weird at all, you’re talking to the person who is excited about cutting up dead things remember? (holy that sounds creepy if you didn’t know the context) But yeah, personalities and stuff are really cool. The dreamy idealist so totally related to me until it hit the part about them “not falling head over heels in love”... yeah that one isn’t me. *Sighs* Tbh though I didn’t read that other one yet because I was too lazy, haha. I will eventually! Yeah, it really is kind of silly to dwell over an internet rating of what “type of personality” you are, but it’s just so gosh darn cool!
That so totally counts omg I love it! That must have been so much fun... especially winning the award because winning things is super awesome.. but all of that about over the top make up/costumes is amazing! Did you guys buy all your stuff or make it? Oh my god, I love halloween too! Next year I am wearing this leather bodysuit I wore for my jazz routine this year (it is so sassy, oh my goodness) with a tail and ears and going as catwoman >.< It works so perfectly, but I so swear I am not one of those girls who wear low cut tops and little ears and say they dressed up when really they’re just looking for attention. Anyways, yes! Sansa! I’m a ginger so it works really well, haha.
uewfgeurfge Don’t even get me started on Little Finger! He is such a creep, and I know his motives are borderline rape.. *profanity* I hate him.
Everyone feels the pressure to be grown up and mature, if I had it my way I would sit around all day watching cartoons and cracking childish jokes whilst eating pop tarts and kraft diner but y’know... I don’t even think that one would be okay at all... But you know what.. you’re right! We do have the rest of our lives to pay bills and go to work and drink wine, so werk. That’ll be super fun, I love getting together with old friends and just catching up! It’s great. And, hey! We aren’t that far away... only y’know up there with the polar bears in our igloos and stuff.
Phew, glad that you understand! I don't see anything wrong with those personality traits... not at all. Then again, I like people who aren't super flighty and uppity all of the time, 'cause that's not how I am. Wow... okay that took a spin, you all cool? I may be over analyzing the situation, but if you have anything to say, go for it. No judgment here, you should know that one, heh. I usually pour all of the bad stuff into my characters too, a lot of my thoughts/feelings about cutting can be seen through the subtle things that Char does. And she is really broken, in her life a lot of people have fucked her over and that kind of portrays how I feel a lot of the time. Also I am really distant, and lonely. She is so, so lonely, oh my goodness. I don't know if I'm doing a good job showing a lot of personality, and I know that I've barely scratched the surface with her family (did you know that she has two older twin brothers named Michael, a substitute teacher who is married with a baby on the way, and Morgan, a stud-muffin med student who doesn't want to settle down? There is more, too, but I think I'll stop myself for fear of going overboard). But she is honestly the deepest character that I have ever created.
Woah, yeah I wasn't think about going that far.... although it is certainly an idea. Okay, no, we can't do that but tbh the temptation is real. I'm the type of writer who likes to shake things up and kill off their main character, it's my edge XD I just meant more of the forbidden love, knowing that they really shouldn't be together, that in some sense it is wrong, so I guess more like modern day cliche stories, but Romeo and Juliette just sounds so much more romantic and tragic and this certainly shouldn't have a happy ending, happy endings are for losers :p No! I've never ended a RP, can we make that our goal? As sad as it sounds, I think that every great story should have some kind of an ending, and I will admit that I have briefly thought about it... not that I want this to end any time soon!
I agree, I like how so far this has been kind of telling itself with minimal planning from us, it makes it more interesting and a lot less predictable. I think that this could go far, and honestly it is already the best role play I have ever done so y'know I'm glad that this isn't the end, so soon! Haha
Oh my goodness, that was hilarious! I loved it XD
It’s really sweet that you guys all get along so well. It must be nice that just because your parents left the church, they aren’t shunned like with Amish communities. Although I can kind of understand them being defensive about it, I feel as if, and I mean this with absolutely no disrespect, religions like Mormonism have very extreme beliefs that aren’t for everyone. I have nothing at all against religion, I’m just not big into it myself. I tried to be, because my family are all very catholic, church going people, but it wasn’t for me. One thing that I do really like that you said about Mormonism is that they value big families. My mom has five siblings and each one has at least two children; so there are twelve grandkids in total and then six great grandchildren already. But that must be tiny compared to your extended family... I don’t think I’d be able to remember a bunch of names without seeing them all the time, heh. Just out of curiosity, though, do they celebrate christmas?
Depends on what your take on crazy flexible is, I guess! :p I mean I have my over split on my right leg but my left split has been teetering between there and not quite there and my center is okay. Although all of this is probably a foreign language to you.. heh.
Exactly how I feel! When my cousin found out about my issues she forced me to tell my parents, her exact words were “You tell them or I will” and then she texted me later that night “I’ve been in bed crying ever since I got home”. Who in the fuck does she think she is for saying something like that to me? She thinks she knows shit about shit because she’s 25 and lives by herself, but she honestly knows nothing and every time I see her I can’t help but see the pity in her eyes and it makes me just not want to be around her where we use to be really good friends. I get that about making superficial friends, I feel like to an outsider I look like I’m really cool/popular because I can get along with a lot of people but honestly there is maybe three people who I would consider my true friends and I can’t even really talk about how I feel with them because they have their own issues that they’re dealing with. So yeah, I get you. I think the only reason that I’ve been able to open up so much to you is because I don’t know you in real life and it is easier to say stuff over a computer screen and without fear of it coming up in face to face conversation.
Wow, I feel kind of honoured that you liked it so much XD It makes me super duper happy...
Now I feel special... it’s rare? Ooh! Hehe! I don’t think that is weird at all, you’re talking to the person who is excited about cutting up dead things remember? (holy that sounds creepy if you didn’t know the context) But yeah, personalities and stuff are really cool. The dreamy idealist so totally related to me until it hit the part about them “not falling head over heels in love”... yeah that one isn’t me. *Sighs* Tbh though I didn’t read that other one yet because I was too lazy, haha. I will eventually! Yeah, it really is kind of silly to dwell over an internet rating of what “type of personality” you are, but it’s just so gosh darn cool!
That so totally counts omg I love it! That must have been so much fun... especially winning the award because winning things is super awesome.. but all of that about over the top make up/costumes is amazing! Did you guys buy all your stuff or make it? Oh my god, I love halloween too! Next year I am wearing this leather bodysuit I wore for my jazz routine this year (it is so sassy, oh my goodness) with a tail and ears and going as catwoman >.< It works so perfectly, but I so swear I am not one of those girls who wear low cut tops and little ears and say they dressed up when really they’re just looking for attention. Anyways, yes! Sansa! I’m a ginger so it works really well, haha.
uewfgeurfge Don’t even get me started on Little Finger! He is such a creep, and I know his motives are borderline rape.. *profanity* I hate him.
Everyone feels the pressure to be grown up and mature, if I had it my way I would sit around all day watching cartoons and cracking childish jokes whilst eating pop tarts and kraft diner but y’know... I don’t even think that one would be okay at all... But you know what.. you’re right! We do have the rest of our lives to pay bills and go to work and drink wine, so werk. That’ll be super fun, I love getting together with old friends and just catching up! It’s great. And, hey! We aren’t that far away... only y’know up there with the polar bears in our igloos and stuff.
Phew, glad that you understand! I don't see anything wrong with those personality traits... not at all. Then again, I like people who aren't super flighty and uppity all of the time, 'cause that's not how I am. Wow... okay that took a spin, you all cool? I may be over analyzing the situation, but if you have anything to say, go for it. No judgment here, you should know that one, heh. I usually pour all of the bad stuff into my characters too, a lot of my thoughts/feelings about cutting can be seen through the subtle things that Char does. And she is really broken, in her life a lot of people have fucked her over and that kind of portrays how I feel a lot of the time. Also I am really distant, and lonely. She is so, so lonely, oh my goodness. I don't know if I'm doing a good job showing a lot of personality, and I know that I've barely scratched the surface with her family (did you know that she has two older twin brothers named Michael, a substitute teacher who is married with a baby on the way, and Morgan, a stud-muffin med student who doesn't want to settle down? There is more, too, but I think I'll stop myself for fear of going overboard). But she is honestly the deepest character that I have ever created.
Woah, yeah I wasn't think about going that far.... although it is certainly an idea. Okay, no, we can't do that but tbh the temptation is real. I'm the type of writer who likes to shake things up and kill off their main character, it's my edge XD I just meant more of the forbidden love, knowing that they really shouldn't be together, that in some sense it is wrong, so I guess more like modern day cliche stories, but Romeo and Juliette just sounds so much more romantic and tragic and this certainly shouldn't have a happy ending, happy endings are for losers :p No! I've never ended a RP, can we make that our goal? As sad as it sounds, I think that every great story should have some kind of an ending, and I will admit that I have briefly thought about it... not that I want this to end any time soon!
I agree, I like how so far this has been kind of telling itself with minimal planning from us, it makes it more interesting and a lot less predictable. I think that this could go far, and honestly it is already the best role play I have ever done so y'know I'm glad that this isn't the end, so soon! Haha
Oh my goodness, that was hilarious! I loved it XD
The feeling of Mila’s cold hand inside her own, reassuring despite the fact that Charlie knew exactly what those hands were capable of, was the only thing that kept her from turning and running in the opposite direction. Of course the looming presence of Booker behind them did aid in stopping her, as she half walked-half stumbled alongside Mila. Her insides felt like mush and she had a hard time believing that what was happening was reality, even when the smell of blood filled the sharp, night air and recognition sparked deep inside of her. Lisette nudged the lackadaisical man towards them and Charlie had to stop herself, once again from running. Only this time she wouldn’t have been running backwards but forwards, towards Mitch whose limp body was now held in Mila’s arms.
Charlie tried not to notice, she tried to remain oblivious to the way Mila’s teeth sharpened, how her body went rigid as her eyes grew darker and more dangerous. But she couldn’t help but gape at the feral stance the other woman had taken over the body. Hunched over with her jaw slack, so totally focused on the man’s bleeding neck that it seemed like she was in an entirely different world. Is this what it was like with me? The thought only proved to make Charlie feel even more nauseous than before. “Watch,” Booker’s sultry voice in her ear didn’t have to tell her to observe the gruesome display. Charlie wasn’t sure if she would be able to look away now, she was so sickly transfixed as hysteria bubbled through her body causing her to cry out quietly. “Relax,” She suppressed another tremor as his icy hands began to slightly massage her shoulder muscles. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she watched Mila lean closer and closer into her prey until Char could barely take the anxiety of the moment and she exhaled Mitch’s name loudly.
It seemed to work, Mila wrenched her head away from his neck with a noise that chilled Charlie to the bone. Despite that, she still felt the blanket of fear that had wrapped itself around her heart loosen just a bit at the sound of Mila’s thick voice, distant and confused.
“You know him?”
Charlie’s head bobbed furiously as she struggled to find words. “Yes, I know him! Please, Mila, don’t hurt him...” Charlie couldn’t look at the slack face of her off and on employer and once lover so she focused solely on Mila’s torn features.
“He’s your... your...”
“Friend!” Charlie exhaled, a sound that was completely exasperated as her disheveled features tried to propel forward as Mila dragged Mitch’s body towards a dark doorway and propped him gently against the wall; she was held back by the firm hands on her shoulders. “He’s my friend...” She tried hard to keep the emotion out of her voice and not show that once she had held deep feelings for this man, that she would have done anything for him. “You can’t hurt Mitch, just let him go.” She wasn’t sure if any of them actually cared, she was certain that Lisette and Booker didn’t but she couldn’t quite read the complicated look of hunger and conflict that had grown on Mila’s face.
“A friend of yours? It’s alright, he feels good right now. He loves it even. You like it too, deep down.”
She stood, frozen in spot as the lurid voice tickled her ear tenderly. He wasn’t lying. “You’re wrong...” But she was. Despite the fear and confusion and hurt, she could remember the euphoric sense that Mila’s bite had given her. She could recall in startling detail how willing she had been to die right then and there, because it had felt so rapturous. Her lips parted as she searched for the words to deny something that she knew so well to be true. “I-I don’t like it at all.” She was so focused on trying not to be discovered in her lie, that Charlie didn’t notice Mila’s dark shape rocketing towards them.
With a terrified shriek the human jump back, away from Booker as Mila shoved him violently, and closer to the third vampire who stood like a stone statue in the darkness. Lisette, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole encounter, giggled sinisterly. “Mila!” Her voice was mockingly like that of a disappointed parent. “How rude of you!” She completely ignored the small whimper that came from Charlie as she backed away slowly. She had no interest in the human, not alive at least, and was much more concerned with the scuffle between her two ‘friends’. “Uh, oh Bookie! You might want to be careful, Mila looks like she might eat you!” She clucked her tongue as she watched Booker slowly pull himself up from the ground where he had landed.
“You’re too easy to get to, Mila.”
Lisette raised her eyebrows as Mila circled Booker predatorily. She looked as if she were ready to go in for the kill and Lisette didn’t doubt that she would. It made her stand straighter and become more aware of every single move, no matter how minimal, the other woman made. She knew what Mila was capable of, and she was very hungry. Lisette was prepared for anything as Booker lazily made a gesture of surrender. “You really do get cranky when you’re hungry,” He was testing her, seeing how far she could be pressed until the final thread snapped. Not too much farther... Lisette thought snidely as she watched Mila throw herself at Booker. Lisette’s mouth was set in a grim line. She moved to intervene then, this couldn’t go anywhere good and she would prefer not to have a dead vampire on their hands, when Booker’s voice interrupted her.
“Lisette,”
She made a noise of inquiry as she stopped in her tracks, keeping herself fully aware of the entire situation. “What?”
“Mila doesn’t take very good care of her pets does she?”
A grin spread over her face, then, and she laughed ferally, more like the sound of a rabid dog than anything truly human. “No, you’re right she doesn’t.” She glanced over towards Charlie who had resulted to cowering against a wall and watching with those pathetic bambi eyes. She looked completely perplexed. “How irresponsible of her.” Lisette’s absent comment was lost as Booker reacted quickly, rushing towards the human girl before Mila could do anything about it.
“Why don’t you let me have her?”
The grip on her arm made Charlie cry out in pain. “Stop!” She breathed as she tried pulling away, to no avail. Yet she still continued to thrash in his grip, hoping that maybe it would make a difference and knowing that it really wouldn’t. “I’ll be at the usual place.” Charlie’s blood ran cold when he still didn’t let go and slowly it dawned on her that he was planning on taking her to wherever this ‘usual place’ was.
“You two play nice for awhile, I know we will.”
Lisette answered with a lazy salute as Booker hoisted the girl, who really couldn’t have weighed all that much not that he would have noticed anyways, and disappeared down the road at an abnormal rate. “Oh we will...” Lisette snarled viciously, yet she was talking to Booker at all when she said it. She was looking at Mila who had started off Booker and Charlie. “No you don’t!” Her voice was a strained growl as she bounded forward and grabbed hold of Mila’s arm, pulling the woman to a halting stop and shoving her back against the alley wall. The violent actions would have nearly killed a normal person, but it just left both women looking a little disheveled. “That isn’t a good idea, love.” Lisette’s face was dangerously close to Mila’s and a sultry grin was spreading across her face. “Let them have their alone time,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off of Mila’s porcelain features. “Don’t worry... he’ll play gently.”
She tucked a piece of Mila’s hair behind her ear. “You do look so starved, darling, and so weak. It’s... tantalizing. Almost human.” She slowly ran her tongue over her sharp incisors. “Maybe you should do something about that...”
Charlie clamped down her mouth to keep from screaming as the world became a blur around her. Never in her life had she experience such a rush of adrenaline as that moment, rocketing down the road, through alleyways, the streets becoming a maze as she tried to keep track of where she was. But that was futile, and soon enough she realized it and resorted to closing her eyes and burying her face into Booker’s soft shirt. Although she couldn’t see it, her body was still painfully aware of how fast she was going, it made her feel light headed and weak. Charlie couldn’t tell how long they’d been travelling but it had felt like an eternity before her body was shocked by a sudden halt.
“Where the hell are we...” Her voice was dazed as she slowly let her eyes pry open to take in her surroundings. It was a house, nothing fancy. Just a small place squished between several other small houses that all has darkened windows and vacant porches. She’d never been in this part of the city before, but from what she could tell it was for, the most part, deserted. There was no sound, not even the distant noise of a stray animal or drunken people finally stumbling home after a night on the town. Just her shallow breathing and the quiet whistle of the wind. “P-please... put me down.” Her trembling voice pleaded. “I want to go home. Let me go home...”
Charlie tried not to notice, she tried to remain oblivious to the way Mila’s teeth sharpened, how her body went rigid as her eyes grew darker and more dangerous. But she couldn’t help but gape at the feral stance the other woman had taken over the body. Hunched over with her jaw slack, so totally focused on the man’s bleeding neck that it seemed like she was in an entirely different world. Is this what it was like with me? The thought only proved to make Charlie feel even more nauseous than before. “Watch,” Booker’s sultry voice in her ear didn’t have to tell her to observe the gruesome display. Charlie wasn’t sure if she would be able to look away now, she was so sickly transfixed as hysteria bubbled through her body causing her to cry out quietly. “Relax,” She suppressed another tremor as his icy hands began to slightly massage her shoulder muscles. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she watched Mila lean closer and closer into her prey until Char could barely take the anxiety of the moment and she exhaled Mitch’s name loudly.
It seemed to work, Mila wrenched her head away from his neck with a noise that chilled Charlie to the bone. Despite that, she still felt the blanket of fear that had wrapped itself around her heart loosen just a bit at the sound of Mila’s thick voice, distant and confused.
“You know him?”
Charlie’s head bobbed furiously as she struggled to find words. “Yes, I know him! Please, Mila, don’t hurt him...” Charlie couldn’t look at the slack face of her off and on employer and once lover so she focused solely on Mila’s torn features.
“He’s your... your...”
“Friend!” Charlie exhaled, a sound that was completely exasperated as her disheveled features tried to propel forward as Mila dragged Mitch’s body towards a dark doorway and propped him gently against the wall; she was held back by the firm hands on her shoulders. “He’s my friend...” She tried hard to keep the emotion out of her voice and not show that once she had held deep feelings for this man, that she would have done anything for him. “You can’t hurt Mitch, just let him go.” She wasn’t sure if any of them actually cared, she was certain that Lisette and Booker didn’t but she couldn’t quite read the complicated look of hunger and conflict that had grown on Mila’s face.
“A friend of yours? It’s alright, he feels good right now. He loves it even. You like it too, deep down.”
She stood, frozen in spot as the lurid voice tickled her ear tenderly. He wasn’t lying. “You’re wrong...” But she was. Despite the fear and confusion and hurt, she could remember the euphoric sense that Mila’s bite had given her. She could recall in startling detail how willing she had been to die right then and there, because it had felt so rapturous. Her lips parted as she searched for the words to deny something that she knew so well to be true. “I-I don’t like it at all.” She was so focused on trying not to be discovered in her lie, that Charlie didn’t notice Mila’s dark shape rocketing towards them.
With a terrified shriek the human jump back, away from Booker as Mila shoved him violently, and closer to the third vampire who stood like a stone statue in the darkness. Lisette, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole encounter, giggled sinisterly. “Mila!” Her voice was mockingly like that of a disappointed parent. “How rude of you!” She completely ignored the small whimper that came from Charlie as she backed away slowly. She had no interest in the human, not alive at least, and was much more concerned with the scuffle between her two ‘friends’. “Uh, oh Bookie! You might want to be careful, Mila looks like she might eat you!” She clucked her tongue as she watched Booker slowly pull himself up from the ground where he had landed.
“You’re too easy to get to, Mila.”
Lisette raised her eyebrows as Mila circled Booker predatorily. She looked as if she were ready to go in for the kill and Lisette didn’t doubt that she would. It made her stand straighter and become more aware of every single move, no matter how minimal, the other woman made. She knew what Mila was capable of, and she was very hungry. Lisette was prepared for anything as Booker lazily made a gesture of surrender. “You really do get cranky when you’re hungry,” He was testing her, seeing how far she could be pressed until the final thread snapped. Not too much farther... Lisette thought snidely as she watched Mila throw herself at Booker. Lisette’s mouth was set in a grim line. She moved to intervene then, this couldn’t go anywhere good and she would prefer not to have a dead vampire on their hands, when Booker’s voice interrupted her.
“Lisette,”
She made a noise of inquiry as she stopped in her tracks, keeping herself fully aware of the entire situation. “What?”
“Mila doesn’t take very good care of her pets does she?”
A grin spread over her face, then, and she laughed ferally, more like the sound of a rabid dog than anything truly human. “No, you’re right she doesn’t.” She glanced over towards Charlie who had resulted to cowering against a wall and watching with those pathetic bambi eyes. She looked completely perplexed. “How irresponsible of her.” Lisette’s absent comment was lost as Booker reacted quickly, rushing towards the human girl before Mila could do anything about it.
“Why don’t you let me have her?”
The grip on her arm made Charlie cry out in pain. “Stop!” She breathed as she tried pulling away, to no avail. Yet she still continued to thrash in his grip, hoping that maybe it would make a difference and knowing that it really wouldn’t. “I’ll be at the usual place.” Charlie’s blood ran cold when he still didn’t let go and slowly it dawned on her that he was planning on taking her to wherever this ‘usual place’ was.
“You two play nice for awhile, I know we will.”
Lisette answered with a lazy salute as Booker hoisted the girl, who really couldn’t have weighed all that much not that he would have noticed anyways, and disappeared down the road at an abnormal rate. “Oh we will...” Lisette snarled viciously, yet she was talking to Booker at all when she said it. She was looking at Mila who had started off Booker and Charlie. “No you don’t!” Her voice was a strained growl as she bounded forward and grabbed hold of Mila’s arm, pulling the woman to a halting stop and shoving her back against the alley wall. The violent actions would have nearly killed a normal person, but it just left both women looking a little disheveled. “That isn’t a good idea, love.” Lisette’s face was dangerously close to Mila’s and a sultry grin was spreading across her face. “Let them have their alone time,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off of Mila’s porcelain features. “Don’t worry... he’ll play gently.”
She tucked a piece of Mila’s hair behind her ear. “You do look so starved, darling, and so weak. It’s... tantalizing. Almost human.” She slowly ran her tongue over her sharp incisors. “Maybe you should do something about that...”
Charlie clamped down her mouth to keep from screaming as the world became a blur around her. Never in her life had she experience such a rush of adrenaline as that moment, rocketing down the road, through alleyways, the streets becoming a maze as she tried to keep track of where she was. But that was futile, and soon enough she realized it and resorted to closing her eyes and burying her face into Booker’s soft shirt. Although she couldn’t see it, her body was still painfully aware of how fast she was going, it made her feel light headed and weak. Charlie couldn’t tell how long they’d been travelling but it had felt like an eternity before her body was shocked by a sudden halt.
“Where the hell are we...” Her voice was dazed as she slowly let her eyes pry open to take in her surroundings. It was a house, nothing fancy. Just a small place squished between several other small houses that all has darkened windows and vacant porches. She’d never been in this part of the city before, but from what she could tell it was for, the most part, deserted. There was no sound, not even the distant noise of a stray animal or drunken people finally stumbling home after a night on the town. Just her shallow breathing and the quiet whistle of the wind. “P-please... put me down.” Her trembling voice pleaded. “I want to go home. Let me go home...”
Well, usually we start routines sometime in the summer or early fall and then compete them in spring. So we started Adagio in August sometime and we competed it for the last time this weekend. This coming year, though, we aren't having the usual two week break before beginning the next season. It's actually crazy... haha. This weekend coming up is Nutcracker auditions and then the following week we have to re-audition for the elite group I am in and then that weekend is our showcase for elite and recital for the rest of the school. Then we're starting routines for next year right away, since one of our major choreographers is leaving to travel Europe for a year.
Yeah, I'm just gonna wait to tell them. They don't need to know just yet. Okay, I didn't know what to say... so I twirled. I didn't actually mean to tell them! I have no filter, you see, so sometimes I say things without thinking and it is honestly really bad/inappropriate/compromising XD Haha, but it was really nice and we did have a great conversation. Haha, I don't know if I could ever talk to my cousin though, like I said he is really annoying. He deleted our entire family off facebook... like sorry we're not good enough for you.. :p But your extended family are Mormon? That is really cool actually. I don't know much about that religion/way of life but I do find it interesting. That must be a little weird though at your family reunions, do you guys get together often?
Wow, jealous. I wish I could just get good grades... I have to study my butt off and it is honestly kind of exhausting. But aww, he's shy! That's adorable, I'm sure that his prom will go great!
I agree, the subtle messages in that movie are great. It's definitely one of the best Disney films ever.
*laughs hysterically* I loath acro. Okay, that may be a little bit much but I don't really like it. I mean, yeah I am flexible (not as much as I would like to be... I'm working on it!) but I don't do all the crazy tumbling and contortion stuff. It wears your body down too much, even though it is really impressive. Also, thank you!
Dude, you have no idea how much I wish it worked like that.. if I could just turn off all of the negative feelings, that would be marvelous. Heh, addicted to people. That isn't creepy I do the same thing, then I feel like I am smothering them. Anyways, thanks for saying that. A lot of people would judge me for it, and a lot of people treat me differently because of it. I can't stand being pitied, and that is what certain people who know do and a little part of me can never forgive them for that. So it means a lot that you would say that.
I actually got complimented on how a quoted it!! My sister said she liked the whole 'random girl on the internet' thing and I giggled. Oh, also my best friend loved it and she reblogged and so did some rando person which I was pumped about! You have honestly made my day, oh wow. Ha, I guess now you know every single thing about me because my blog is literally like a window into my mind, honestly now you probably know more about me then 99% of the people in my everyday life. I'm really glad that you liked it and found it relatable, it really does mean a lot to me. Feel free to go on it all you want, I don't mind at all!! Ooh, I really have been meaning to watch that show... I'll have to this summer for sure :)
Okay... so I just took that test and it is so freaking accurate, oh my god. Here is a link to what I got. Like, all of that applies to me, holy man.
Aha, this will be my first time cosplaying! I'm pumped, but I'm only going if it isn't super expensive to get the costume and all of that. I've gone to a Comic con type thing before, my friend made me dress up as super woman! Heh, so yeah don't worry about being a harry potter nerd because I am just an all around nerd.. XD
I will probably just be on a little less. I'm actually not going to school tomorrow because I am absolutely exhausted from this weekend, so I'll probably get caught up on homework and write a post at some point. Exams are coming up so quickly and it is scary... DX Ooh, look at you all grown up and stuff! That sounds like such a blast, and you know what... it's also okay not to be all super adult-y. You do you, girl. How long is she staying for?? I can't remember if there was poutine in NY...I just see it all the time everywhere so I just kinda assumed. You totally do have to try it though!
Ooh, I really do like that idea a lot. The motive behind them taking Char is good, that mixed with the character's macabre personalities makes sense. I am also really into the whole giving into their temptations/changing bit there. It could really aid with character development. Although, I will admit that I am a little weary about having Charlie change just yet. I mean, obviously it is going to happen, and maybe this is just me being completely obsessed with this character (you have no idea how much I have poured into her, she is literally me), but I don't know if this is exactly the right time. What I see happening is that she changes and then after the initial strife (Char not wanting to be a vampire, hating Mila, etc.) it will get a little boring... I mean of course we could definitely come up with some other plot twist to throw in afterwards but I am almost leaning towards the idea of a tragic "Romeo and Juliette"-esque love story. (Oh my hopelessly romantic heart flutters, oh the cliche) and I also will admit that another reason is that I am a conceited bitch and I had some really cool ideas for Charlie's emotional trouble for later on; like debating what type of life she wants for herself (Does she want a family, kids and a wife with a white picket fence lifestyle? Does she want to grow old? Does she really want to live forever? etc). Although now that I think about it, I may be able to insert all of that in another way with your idea... anyways it doesn't matter too much, whatever you think is best!
That is a very fabulous idea. I mean, interactions between four characters isn't too bad, but a break would be nice, like you said. Ooh, and exploring more into these characters interactions/feelings for and with each other will definitely be fun. I am totally in for this idea!
Yeah, I'm just gonna wait to tell them. They don't need to know just yet. Okay, I didn't know what to say... so I twirled. I didn't actually mean to tell them! I have no filter, you see, so sometimes I say things without thinking and it is honestly really bad/inappropriate/compromising XD Haha, but it was really nice and we did have a great conversation. Haha, I don't know if I could ever talk to my cousin though, like I said he is really annoying. He deleted our entire family off facebook... like sorry we're not good enough for you.. :p But your extended family are Mormon? That is really cool actually. I don't know much about that religion/way of life but I do find it interesting. That must be a little weird though at your family reunions, do you guys get together often?
Wow, jealous. I wish I could just get good grades... I have to study my butt off and it is honestly kind of exhausting. But aww, he's shy! That's adorable, I'm sure that his prom will go great!
I agree, the subtle messages in that movie are great. It's definitely one of the best Disney films ever.
*laughs hysterically* I loath acro. Okay, that may be a little bit much but I don't really like it. I mean, yeah I am flexible (not as much as I would like to be... I'm working on it!) but I don't do all the crazy tumbling and contortion stuff. It wears your body down too much, even though it is really impressive. Also, thank you!
Dude, you have no idea how much I wish it worked like that.. if I could just turn off all of the negative feelings, that would be marvelous. Heh, addicted to people. That isn't creepy I do the same thing, then I feel like I am smothering them. Anyways, thanks for saying that. A lot of people would judge me for it, and a lot of people treat me differently because of it. I can't stand being pitied, and that is what certain people who know do and a little part of me can never forgive them for that. So it means a lot that you would say that.
I actually got complimented on how a quoted it!! My sister said she liked the whole 'random girl on the internet' thing and I giggled. Oh, also my best friend loved it and she reblogged and so did some rando person which I was pumped about! You have honestly made my day, oh wow. Ha, I guess now you know every single thing about me because my blog is literally like a window into my mind, honestly now you probably know more about me then 99% of the people in my everyday life. I'm really glad that you liked it and found it relatable, it really does mean a lot to me. Feel free to go on it all you want, I don't mind at all!! Ooh, I really have been meaning to watch that show... I'll have to this summer for sure :)
Okay... so I just took that test and it is so freaking accurate, oh my god. Here is a link to what I got. Like, all of that applies to me, holy man.
Aha, this will be my first time cosplaying! I'm pumped, but I'm only going if it isn't super expensive to get the costume and all of that. I've gone to a Comic con type thing before, my friend made me dress up as super woman! Heh, so yeah don't worry about being a harry potter nerd because I am just an all around nerd.. XD
I will probably just be on a little less. I'm actually not going to school tomorrow because I am absolutely exhausted from this weekend, so I'll probably get caught up on homework and write a post at some point. Exams are coming up so quickly and it is scary... DX Ooh, look at you all grown up and stuff! That sounds like such a blast, and you know what... it's also okay not to be all super adult-y. You do you, girl. How long is she staying for?? I can't remember if there was poutine in NY...I just see it all the time everywhere so I just kinda assumed. You totally do have to try it though!
Ooh, I really do like that idea a lot. The motive behind them taking Char is good, that mixed with the character's macabre personalities makes sense. I am also really into the whole giving into their temptations/changing bit there. It could really aid with character development. Although, I will admit that I am a little weary about having Charlie change just yet. I mean, obviously it is going to happen, and maybe this is just me being completely obsessed with this character (you have no idea how much I have poured into her, she is literally me), but I don't know if this is exactly the right time. What I see happening is that she changes and then after the initial strife (Char not wanting to be a vampire, hating Mila, etc.) it will get a little boring... I mean of course we could definitely come up with some other plot twist to throw in afterwards but I am almost leaning towards the idea of a tragic "Romeo and Juliette"-esque love story. (Oh my hopelessly romantic heart flutters, oh the cliche) and I also will admit that another reason is that I am a conceited bitch and I had some really cool ideas for Charlie's emotional trouble for later on; like debating what type of life she wants for herself (Does she want a family, kids and a wife with a white picket fence lifestyle? Does she want to grow old? Does she really want to live forever? etc). Although now that I think about it, I may be able to insert all of that in another way with your idea... anyways it doesn't matter too much, whatever you think is best!
That is a very fabulous idea. I mean, interactions between four characters isn't too bad, but a break would be nice, like you said. Ooh, and exploring more into these characters interactions/feelings for and with each other will definitely be fun. I am totally in for this idea!
Right? I told you!! Haha, that all happens to me, too! Like, all the time XD Heh, I guess we're just awesome people with awesome writing abilities! This is the song, by the way! It's called Adagio for Strings but we call the routine Adagio for Desire.
I don't think I'll tell them just yet. I don't know, I'm just not there. Like I said, my mom is a big blabber mouth (it's just part of her charm) and I don't want it to be public knowledge atm. If the wrong people find out things could be bad. Haha, but I did accidentally let it slip to two of my friends in gym today >.< My friend Skylar just recently came out and he was saying how he told his closet friend over the phone and stuff and I stupidly piped up. "Oh, me too! That's what I did." To which he reacted "But Emily, you're not gay.... wait.... are you?" Followed by an awkward silence as we walked down the roads. I finally answered the question with a twirl.
Well, actually it was a computer science camp, I would have been taking apart computers and stuff like that. I wanted to go mostly because it was an all expenses paid trip and the only thing I hate about travelling is the expense. XD Aerospace engineering, ooh fancy! He must be super smart... haha.
It might not make you cry, it's not too bad. Just some parts in it I found really emotional! Hah, when you said that about not crying while watching movies with other people all I could think was "Conceal, don't feel. Hide the pain." Werk it Frozen! Fatal Attraction seems like it would be really good! I've seen like the trailer and stuff but I really want to see the entire thing.
Thank you!! :) Haha, the routine is called Forgetting (the song is by David Grey) and it is just a really emotional contemporary piece. It's about losing pieces of yourself that you thought were important so that you can grow and evolve into a better person and become more in touch with who you are. Very fitting for me this year. And yeah, acrobatics! So like, flips and bendy stuff!
It really is a drug, and I have an addictive personality as it is so that doesn't help my case any. But yeah, I am done although I wouldn't say I have "gotten past it" yet, hah. Considering it was only last month that I actually stopped. I'm working on it, though. Also, I'm gonna say thank you... I think that required a thank you? Hehe, that actually made me feel a lot better for some reason. I do find it easier now to pour all of my emotions into my writing, it's just that sometimes I don't think that the English language has the words to describe how I feel, like I'll have all this emotion balled up inside and can't find any kind of outlet for it. This is when I use dancing, though, and let my movements say what I can't form into words. Also, thanks for caring, it doesn't sound mushy - it actual means a lot. You would be surprised at the amount of people who just don't give a shit.
Omg, I totally just quoted it, I didn't paraphrase it or anything though. It was already perfect! It's the first post! You're also welcome (encouraged) to have a look at the rest of my blog but I am warning you now there is some really heart wrenching stuff on there and also a lot of hilarious (and by that I mean inappropriate) text posts and stuff, hah. I'm glad I succeeded in making you feel good, it really is amazingly worded.
Hahaha, I don't know if I;m gonna rush into anything on the whole "finding my Ginny" thing. Dating is scary.... DX haha. I like taking risks though, and I am super personable so I could probably make a blind date work! Maybe...
I want a wand! Oh man, I am so jealous! But that actually reminds me! I'm going cosplaing with one of my best friends and I'm dressing up as Sansa Stark and she is being Cersei Lannister! Oh my god, it's going to be great (I am seriously not a big a nerd as that seems... a will make a very hot Sansa Stark thank-you-very-much *defiantly nods*). Heh, anyways! Nooo! I haven't seen that but I feel like I need to now! Haha, and I feel like that would be fun, going to the midnight releases! Did you like pull a groupie move and camp out on a sidewalk or something? XD
Okay, thanks :) But yeah, Moncton is the capital of New Brunswick so it's like a city. I'm only gone until Sunday night after the competition ends but after that I really need to start refocusing on school. My bio mark is slowly slipping through the cracks DX Aww, that is so exciting about your friend!! I can only imagine how pumped you are :) Do you have any plans for when she comes down? *cough* go get poutine, she is Canadian *cough* XD
I don't think I'll tell them just yet. I don't know, I'm just not there. Like I said, my mom is a big blabber mouth (it's just part of her charm) and I don't want it to be public knowledge atm. If the wrong people find out things could be bad. Haha, but I did accidentally let it slip to two of my friends in gym today >.< My friend Skylar just recently came out and he was saying how he told his closet friend over the phone and stuff and I stupidly piped up. "Oh, me too! That's what I did." To which he reacted "But Emily, you're not gay.... wait.... are you?" Followed by an awkward silence as we walked down the roads. I finally answered the question with a twirl.
Well, actually it was a computer science camp, I would have been taking apart computers and stuff like that. I wanted to go mostly because it was an all expenses paid trip and the only thing I hate about travelling is the expense. XD Aerospace engineering, ooh fancy! He must be super smart... haha.
It might not make you cry, it's not too bad. Just some parts in it I found really emotional! Hah, when you said that about not crying while watching movies with other people all I could think was "Conceal, don't feel. Hide the pain." Werk it Frozen! Fatal Attraction seems like it would be really good! I've seen like the trailer and stuff but I really want to see the entire thing.
Thank you!! :) Haha, the routine is called Forgetting (the song is by David Grey) and it is just a really emotional contemporary piece. It's about losing pieces of yourself that you thought were important so that you can grow and evolve into a better person and become more in touch with who you are. Very fitting for me this year. And yeah, acrobatics! So like, flips and bendy stuff!
It really is a drug, and I have an addictive personality as it is so that doesn't help my case any. But yeah, I am done although I wouldn't say I have "gotten past it" yet, hah. Considering it was only last month that I actually stopped. I'm working on it, though. Also, I'm gonna say thank you... I think that required a thank you? Hehe, that actually made me feel a lot better for some reason. I do find it easier now to pour all of my emotions into my writing, it's just that sometimes I don't think that the English language has the words to describe how I feel, like I'll have all this emotion balled up inside and can't find any kind of outlet for it. This is when I use dancing, though, and let my movements say what I can't form into words. Also, thanks for caring, it doesn't sound mushy - it actual means a lot. You would be surprised at the amount of people who just don't give a shit.
Omg, I totally just quoted it, I didn't paraphrase it or anything though. It was already perfect! It's the first post! You're also welcome (encouraged) to have a look at the rest of my blog but I am warning you now there is some really heart wrenching stuff on there and also a lot of hilarious (and by that I mean inappropriate) text posts and stuff, hah. I'm glad I succeeded in making you feel good, it really is amazingly worded.
Hahaha, I don't know if I;m gonna rush into anything on the whole "finding my Ginny" thing. Dating is scary.... DX haha. I like taking risks though, and I am super personable so I could probably make a blind date work! Maybe...
I want a wand! Oh man, I am so jealous! But that actually reminds me! I'm going cosplaing with one of my best friends and I'm dressing up as Sansa Stark and she is being Cersei Lannister! Oh my god, it's going to be great (I am seriously not a big a nerd as that seems... a will make a very hot Sansa Stark thank-you-very-much *defiantly nods*). Heh, anyways! Nooo! I haven't seen that but I feel like I need to now! Haha, and I feel like that would be fun, going to the midnight releases! Did you like pull a groupie move and camp out on a sidewalk or something? XD
Okay, thanks :) But yeah, Moncton is the capital of New Brunswick so it's like a city. I'm only gone until Sunday night after the competition ends but after that I really need to start refocusing on school. My bio mark is slowly slipping through the cracks DX Aww, that is so exciting about your friend!! I can only imagine how pumped you are :) Do you have any plans for when she comes down? *cough* go get poutine, she is Canadian *cough* XD
Oh no! That's awful, take all the time you need. Something like that happened to my family when I as young and I remember how awful it was for us, there is absolutely no need for you to be sorry!!
"Don't do that."
The sharp voice made the vampire's head snap towards it's source. "Oh, calm down Mi!" She giggled, sending Charlie a wave and laughing harder when the human leaned away in disgust. "I'm just having a little fun." Although, Lisete's definition of 'fun' wasn't really all that enjoyable for anyone other then herself. Lisette was good at twisting people into her own little toys with which she could control. She was a malicious puppeteer who found pleasure in the pain of her marionettes. This was no different. She leaned forward a tad and inhaled again, her eyes playfully taunting Mila.
"And I'm not-.. that's not why I-.. She isn't a meal to me."
Lisette blanched and looked towards the elder vampire curiously. "I think you'd do best not to go there, Mila." Her voice lost the playful edge momentarily as she straightened out and stared at Mila with contemptuous eyes. "She is human, you are not. Remember that." Her voice was husky and low, low enough so that the small girl pinned against the wall would of had to strain her ears to hear what she whispered. She kept her face levelled with Mila, a warning cast deep within her glare.
She isn't a meal to me. Char was nearly oblivious to the tense exchange between the two immortals. She herself was caught up on that simple phrase. Not a meal? Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she stared blindly into the darkness, not letting herself look at Mila or the sinister Lisette as she mused over this. If she wasn't a meal, then what was she? She supposed she shouldn't be very surprised that she didn't know where she stood in yet another person's book. Charlie's mind whirled in a chaotic storm of unpleasant thoughts that made her want to shrink far into a hole. She was so preoccupied with them that she didn't notice the man either, until his python like arms wrapped themselves around her body and his sing song voice rose viciously in the air.
"Look at what I got~!"
She felt herself be jerked back unsteadily as he pulled her back, away from Mila who had leapt forward protectively. Charlie made a small yipping noise as the breath was nearly knocked out of her. "Ah, ah, Mila. Take care," His voice was playful as he buried his face in the crease of Charlie's neck, softly tickling her and making the girl squirm uncomfortably. The scene was almost cartoon like, the way she wriggled trying to get away from him. "Relaaax, I'm not going to take her if she belongs to you. I'm not an animal," Charlie felt sick, she didn't belong to anyone, she wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. She wasn't a possession, or a pet, or anyone's god damn meal.
"I just... want to play with her a little, that's all." A shudder ran through her body as he inhaled her scent deeply. And she also certainly was not a plaything. Charlie just wanted to go home and go to bed and wake up ten-years-younger to the sound of her older sister's heavy breathing, the pounding footsteps of the twins outside her door and the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting from the kitchen. She wanted normalcy. And normalcy certainly wasn't this.
“Did I hear you say you’re not a pet?”
Charlie gritted her teeth, her entire body rigid as he pulled her closer to him keeping her arms pinned by her sides. “I'm not a pet...” She repeated, her voice guttural as she tried futilely to pull herself out of his iron-like grip. She knew that her efforts to get away were hopeless, he probably couldn't even feel the slight tug against his arms as she tried with all her force to propel herself forward. She could feel his smile against the fine thin on her neck and it made her shudder with fear and angst and something else, a little less sinister.
“Not like any pet I’ve had, anyway. You haven’t fallen in love with the bite yet, have you? No, not yet. Otherwise you’d be begging for it right now.”
No, she hadn't fallen in love with the 'bite' as he put it, but she could still remember the euphoric sense that she had happily let herself fall into. That evening felt as if it were years ago despite the fact that it had really only been the other night. She could remember that blissful sensation so well that her body did want to sink into him as his sharp canines pressed lightly against her skin. The memory of it all was so sharp that she gasped suddenly, eyes wide as she fought herself, common sense against some internal lust that was becoming more and more solid the longer she was ensnared in his rancorous embrace.
“Booker, I’m begging you, please don’t-..!”
Mila's voice sounded distressed as she begged the man, Booker, to stop.
"Ugh, will you stop, it's unseemly to see you beg."
Charlie felt herself pushed forward, she tumbled like a rag doll, her limbs feeling weak as she fell heavily into Mila's stony body. "Ouf." She murmured slightly, landing in the woman's arms feeling sick with her self. As soon as his arms had released her, she'd realized what she would have let him do had she been in his snare much longer. She shivered and shut her eyes tightly, leaning into Mila instinctively to try and get away from that disgusting sense of vulnerability. She was powerless, there was no way she would be able to get out of this unharmed, if alive at all. Her heavy breaths came faster as she tilted her head upwards and she finally let herself admit the fact that she really was going to die tonight.
A single tear ran down her cheek as she gazed up at Mila. There was fear in her expression, real fear that made her cheeks pale and her crystal eyes gleam as they bore into the face of her once roommate and almost killer. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but no words came out, only a breathy sigh, almost like shudder. Yet, her eyes said all that she couldn't form into words. 'Help me.' The begged, almost screamed as another tear slipped down her cheek. 'Get me out of this.' And there was the blame, as hard as Charlie tried to keep that to herself, remembering all too well the anguished expression on this beautiful woman's face. She tried to keep herself from giving Mila the fault for this unfortunate situation, yet she couldn't help but let some of that awful emotion leak into her expression. "I'm sorry..." She murmured, not really sure what she was apologizing for.
"Like Lisette said, you can keep her, I don't care. She won't last that long. She's so small, isn't she."
Lisette smiled as she watched the small human shrink farther away from Booker with a noise that was a cross between a whine and a sob. Her own eyes were gleaming as well, only it wasn't with fear that they glistened dangerously in the dark night. "She really is." Lisette drawled, shaking her head in pity, as if she were capable of the emotion. "We still haven't finished hunting yet, and I have at least one more round in me. How about we take her with us?" Lisette giggled slightly as the human started to violently shake her head, her lips forming a silent 'No'. "Come on, darling. Chin up." Lisette smiled, slowly walking over. Her steps were cautious as if she were approaching a wild animal and despite the fact that she kept her gaze firmly on the cowering human she was hyper aware of every subtle movement Mila made.
The impending threat didn't stop Lisette, however, as she stepped forward and grabbed hold of Charlie's shoulder and arm. Her touch wasn't gentle as she pulled the small girl into a standing position. Her thumb ran possessively over Char's jawline before she patted her cheek like a piece of meat. "Charlie, is it?" Lisette's voice was almost personable. However any type of kindness was lost when Mila showed off her sharp canines. "So nice to meet you, darling. My name is Lisette, and that," she pointed lazily towards Booker. "Is Booker. We're... old friends of Mila's." She smiled at her own joke as she let her hand slide down Charlie's arm and fall to her own side.
Charlie tried not to meet Lisette's sinister, yet oddly captivating, gaze as the woman stared at her intently. Despite the cold, calculating eyes on her face, Char knew she wasn't the object of Lisette's real fascination. She could have blinked and missed the small flutter of her eyes towards Mila and the small micro-expression that passed over her face afterwards. It was a brief look of unfiltered blood lust and pure enjoyment that momentarily brightened the woman's face and exposed the monster within her. It was unsettling.
"It's her turn, you know."
Whipping her head around, Charlie looked up at the Booker and shuddered to see his carelessly malice gaze on her. Char felt her stomach knot, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant by "turn" but she had an idea and either way she'd find out very soon. She didn't want that, not at all.
“She might not be ‘in the mood’ as she puts it, but she’s hungry, you can tell. Maybe we’ll find one for her.”
She hoped not, she hoped that the streets would be complete devoid of any person and that they would have to call it a night and let her go home. Although, Charlie wasn't that naive, she knew full well that these two bestial entities would come after her given even the slightest of chances and she would be powerless to do anything about it. That sense of vulnerability made her feel physical weak, never in her entire life had Charlie felt so out of control and never had she felt such a fear as she did at that moment, making her skin tingle with the emotion and her eyes bead with more glistening tears.
Lisette, on the other hand, was elated at the idea. "Marvelous! Simply marvelous! Let's get going then, the night won't last forever, darlings. Or at least it won't for some of us." She giggled again and went to usher Charlie and Mila along when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her head was upraised and her nostrils flared slightly, her eerily dilated pupils sparkled in the moonlight.
A whistling sound, low and distant, made Lisette's ears perk up like a dogs. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise briefly before slowly turning to look past Charlie and straight at Mila. "Hear that?" It wasn't any kind of real question, she knew that Mila could hear the sound just as well as either of them could hear the quickened heart beat of the human girl standing right in front of them. "I-I don't hear anything..." Lisette raised her eyebrow and looked at the tentative girl who was standing with her arms crossed and looking as if she wanted to cave in on herself. "You wouldn't." Lisette's haughty voice replied. "You're human." The quiet words were said as an insult as Lisette turned away in disgust. "Let's go, and Mila! Don't let her slow us down."
She started at a slightly faster then normal pace, nearly glided along the sidewalk with Charlie stumbling close beside Mila. It was deathly silent except for the shallow breaths of the terrified human who knew that her life was balanced precariously on the edge of this dangerous game she currently played; with all the odds stacked up against her. "Wait... I hear it." Charlie blurted suddenly in a hushed whisper, earning herself a sharp glare from Mila. "Congratulations." Mila's cocky tone answered, not taking her eyes off the misty figure that was slowly solidifying itself, taking shape of a broad man whose spiky hair bobbed in the pale moonlight. "Why hello, handsome." Lisette winked towards Mila and Charlie and at unearthly speed closed the distance between herself and him.
Charlie watched in mute horror as Lisette disappeared towards the man in the distance. "Oh my god..." She exhaled, stumbling backwards with a look of consternation written over her delicate features as her tumbling feet threw her backwards, right into Booker. Yet she hardly even noticed as she watched the grizzly scene unfold.
It was like what she was watching a role of gory pictures playing on repeat. A snap shot of Lisette, grabbing the man and tilting his head backwards, her sinister grin directed towards the group who were idly standing by. Another of her Teeth gleaming brightly just before the sharp canines pierced the man's neck. It was more violent then Char could have imagined, more awful now that she was a witness and not the hapless victim. Her face contorted into a mask of misery as she clasped her hands over her mouth and shook her head, tears distorted her view. She could make out the blurry shape of Lisette, pulling away from the man, immediately and shoving him forward towards Mila. The smell of blood was in the air, and even Charlie was overwhelmed by it. "There you go, Mi." Lisette's sultry voice was merely background noise to the rushing in Charlie's ears as she ran her hands over her face and into her hair, an action that was full of disparity.
"No, oh my god no." Charlie's voice was a sob as she continued to furiously shake her head in disbelief. "Mitch..."
The sharp voice made the vampire's head snap towards it's source. "Oh, calm down Mi!" She giggled, sending Charlie a wave and laughing harder when the human leaned away in disgust. "I'm just having a little fun." Although, Lisete's definition of 'fun' wasn't really all that enjoyable for anyone other then herself. Lisette was good at twisting people into her own little toys with which she could control. She was a malicious puppeteer who found pleasure in the pain of her marionettes. This was no different. She leaned forward a tad and inhaled again, her eyes playfully taunting Mila.
"And I'm not-.. that's not why I-.. She isn't a meal to me."
Lisette blanched and looked towards the elder vampire curiously. "I think you'd do best not to go there, Mila." Her voice lost the playful edge momentarily as she straightened out and stared at Mila with contemptuous eyes. "She is human, you are not. Remember that." Her voice was husky and low, low enough so that the small girl pinned against the wall would of had to strain her ears to hear what she whispered. She kept her face levelled with Mila, a warning cast deep within her glare.
She isn't a meal to me. Char was nearly oblivious to the tense exchange between the two immortals. She herself was caught up on that simple phrase. Not a meal? Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she stared blindly into the darkness, not letting herself look at Mila or the sinister Lisette as she mused over this. If she wasn't a meal, then what was she? She supposed she shouldn't be very surprised that she didn't know where she stood in yet another person's book. Charlie's mind whirled in a chaotic storm of unpleasant thoughts that made her want to shrink far into a hole. She was so preoccupied with them that she didn't notice the man either, until his python like arms wrapped themselves around her body and his sing song voice rose viciously in the air.
"Look at what I got~!"
She felt herself be jerked back unsteadily as he pulled her back, away from Mila who had leapt forward protectively. Charlie made a small yipping noise as the breath was nearly knocked out of her. "Ah, ah, Mila. Take care," His voice was playful as he buried his face in the crease of Charlie's neck, softly tickling her and making the girl squirm uncomfortably. The scene was almost cartoon like, the way she wriggled trying to get away from him. "Relaaax, I'm not going to take her if she belongs to you. I'm not an animal," Charlie felt sick, she didn't belong to anyone, she wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. She wasn't a possession, or a pet, or anyone's god damn meal.
"I just... want to play with her a little, that's all." A shudder ran through her body as he inhaled her scent deeply. And she also certainly was not a plaything. Charlie just wanted to go home and go to bed and wake up ten-years-younger to the sound of her older sister's heavy breathing, the pounding footsteps of the twins outside her door and the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting from the kitchen. She wanted normalcy. And normalcy certainly wasn't this.
“Did I hear you say you’re not a pet?”
Charlie gritted her teeth, her entire body rigid as he pulled her closer to him keeping her arms pinned by her sides. “I'm not a pet...” She repeated, her voice guttural as she tried futilely to pull herself out of his iron-like grip. She knew that her efforts to get away were hopeless, he probably couldn't even feel the slight tug against his arms as she tried with all her force to propel herself forward. She could feel his smile against the fine thin on her neck and it made her shudder with fear and angst and something else, a little less sinister.
“Not like any pet I’ve had, anyway. You haven’t fallen in love with the bite yet, have you? No, not yet. Otherwise you’d be begging for it right now.”
No, she hadn't fallen in love with the 'bite' as he put it, but she could still remember the euphoric sense that she had happily let herself fall into. That evening felt as if it were years ago despite the fact that it had really only been the other night. She could remember that blissful sensation so well that her body did want to sink into him as his sharp canines pressed lightly against her skin. The memory of it all was so sharp that she gasped suddenly, eyes wide as she fought herself, common sense against some internal lust that was becoming more and more solid the longer she was ensnared in his rancorous embrace.
“Booker, I’m begging you, please don’t-..!”
Mila's voice sounded distressed as she begged the man, Booker, to stop.
"Ugh, will you stop, it's unseemly to see you beg."
Charlie felt herself pushed forward, she tumbled like a rag doll, her limbs feeling weak as she fell heavily into Mila's stony body. "Ouf." She murmured slightly, landing in the woman's arms feeling sick with her self. As soon as his arms had released her, she'd realized what she would have let him do had she been in his snare much longer. She shivered and shut her eyes tightly, leaning into Mila instinctively to try and get away from that disgusting sense of vulnerability. She was powerless, there was no way she would be able to get out of this unharmed, if alive at all. Her heavy breaths came faster as she tilted her head upwards and she finally let herself admit the fact that she really was going to die tonight.
A single tear ran down her cheek as she gazed up at Mila. There was fear in her expression, real fear that made her cheeks pale and her crystal eyes gleam as they bore into the face of her once roommate and almost killer. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but no words came out, only a breathy sigh, almost like shudder. Yet, her eyes said all that she couldn't form into words. 'Help me.' The begged, almost screamed as another tear slipped down her cheek. 'Get me out of this.' And there was the blame, as hard as Charlie tried to keep that to herself, remembering all too well the anguished expression on this beautiful woman's face. She tried to keep herself from giving Mila the fault for this unfortunate situation, yet she couldn't help but let some of that awful emotion leak into her expression. "I'm sorry..." She murmured, not really sure what she was apologizing for.
"Like Lisette said, you can keep her, I don't care. She won't last that long. She's so small, isn't she."
Lisette smiled as she watched the small human shrink farther away from Booker with a noise that was a cross between a whine and a sob. Her own eyes were gleaming as well, only it wasn't with fear that they glistened dangerously in the dark night. "She really is." Lisette drawled, shaking her head in pity, as if she were capable of the emotion. "We still haven't finished hunting yet, and I have at least one more round in me. How about we take her with us?" Lisette giggled slightly as the human started to violently shake her head, her lips forming a silent 'No'. "Come on, darling. Chin up." Lisette smiled, slowly walking over. Her steps were cautious as if she were approaching a wild animal and despite the fact that she kept her gaze firmly on the cowering human she was hyper aware of every subtle movement Mila made.
The impending threat didn't stop Lisette, however, as she stepped forward and grabbed hold of Charlie's shoulder and arm. Her touch wasn't gentle as she pulled the small girl into a standing position. Her thumb ran possessively over Char's jawline before she patted her cheek like a piece of meat. "Charlie, is it?" Lisette's voice was almost personable. However any type of kindness was lost when Mila showed off her sharp canines. "So nice to meet you, darling. My name is Lisette, and that," she pointed lazily towards Booker. "Is Booker. We're... old friends of Mila's." She smiled at her own joke as she let her hand slide down Charlie's arm and fall to her own side.
Charlie tried not to meet Lisette's sinister, yet oddly captivating, gaze as the woman stared at her intently. Despite the cold, calculating eyes on her face, Char knew she wasn't the object of Lisette's real fascination. She could have blinked and missed the small flutter of her eyes towards Mila and the small micro-expression that passed over her face afterwards. It was a brief look of unfiltered blood lust and pure enjoyment that momentarily brightened the woman's face and exposed the monster within her. It was unsettling.
"It's her turn, you know."
Whipping her head around, Charlie looked up at the Booker and shuddered to see his carelessly malice gaze on her. Char felt her stomach knot, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant by "turn" but she had an idea and either way she'd find out very soon. She didn't want that, not at all.
“She might not be ‘in the mood’ as she puts it, but she’s hungry, you can tell. Maybe we’ll find one for her.”
She hoped not, she hoped that the streets would be complete devoid of any person and that they would have to call it a night and let her go home. Although, Charlie wasn't that naive, she knew full well that these two bestial entities would come after her given even the slightest of chances and she would be powerless to do anything about it. That sense of vulnerability made her feel physical weak, never in her entire life had Charlie felt so out of control and never had she felt such a fear as she did at that moment, making her skin tingle with the emotion and her eyes bead with more glistening tears.
Lisette, on the other hand, was elated at the idea. "Marvelous! Simply marvelous! Let's get going then, the night won't last forever, darlings. Or at least it won't for some of us." She giggled again and went to usher Charlie and Mila along when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her head was upraised and her nostrils flared slightly, her eerily dilated pupils sparkled in the moonlight.
A whistling sound, low and distant, made Lisette's ears perk up like a dogs. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise briefly before slowly turning to look past Charlie and straight at Mila. "Hear that?" It wasn't any kind of real question, she knew that Mila could hear the sound just as well as either of them could hear the quickened heart beat of the human girl standing right in front of them. "I-I don't hear anything..." Lisette raised her eyebrow and looked at the tentative girl who was standing with her arms crossed and looking as if she wanted to cave in on herself. "You wouldn't." Lisette's haughty voice replied. "You're human." The quiet words were said as an insult as Lisette turned away in disgust. "Let's go, and Mila! Don't let her slow us down."
She started at a slightly faster then normal pace, nearly glided along the sidewalk with Charlie stumbling close beside Mila. It was deathly silent except for the shallow breaths of the terrified human who knew that her life was balanced precariously on the edge of this dangerous game she currently played; with all the odds stacked up against her. "Wait... I hear it." Charlie blurted suddenly in a hushed whisper, earning herself a sharp glare from Mila. "Congratulations." Mila's cocky tone answered, not taking her eyes off the misty figure that was slowly solidifying itself, taking shape of a broad man whose spiky hair bobbed in the pale moonlight. "Why hello, handsome." Lisette winked towards Mila and Charlie and at unearthly speed closed the distance between herself and him.
Charlie watched in mute horror as Lisette disappeared towards the man in the distance. "Oh my god..." She exhaled, stumbling backwards with a look of consternation written over her delicate features as her tumbling feet threw her backwards, right into Booker. Yet she hardly even noticed as she watched the grizzly scene unfold.
It was like what she was watching a role of gory pictures playing on repeat. A snap shot of Lisette, grabbing the man and tilting his head backwards, her sinister grin directed towards the group who were idly standing by. Another of her Teeth gleaming brightly just before the sharp canines pierced the man's neck. It was more violent then Char could have imagined, more awful now that she was a witness and not the hapless victim. Her face contorted into a mask of misery as she clasped her hands over her mouth and shook her head, tears distorted her view. She could make out the blurry shape of Lisette, pulling away from the man, immediately and shoving him forward towards Mila. The smell of blood was in the air, and even Charlie was overwhelmed by it. "There you go, Mi." Lisette's sultry voice was merely background noise to the rushing in Charlie's ears as she ran her hands over her face and into her hair, an action that was full of disparity.
"No, oh my god no." Charlie's voice was a sob as she continued to furiously shake her head in disbelief. "Mitch..."
Ahh, oh my goodness! My trio this year is basically this RP in dance form, holy shit. Okay, so it's about having your "desire" (the thing that you cherish the most) taken away from you. It is a really violent, tragic piece and it makes me really emotional, but anyways! Myself and one of my partners are "logic and reason" personified (I am logic and I have a white costume and she is reason with a black one). The third girl is "desire" and she has a grey costume with this red ribbon wrapped around her torso. It looks really cool and kind of bloody. So basically the entire thing is a power struggle between Logic and Reason vs Desire. At the end we start ripping the rope from around her body and she is like thrown around the stage and it is super raw and conceptual and awkward and beautiful. Then she ends up on the floor with the rope still around her wrists and it is kinda like we have made her into our prisoner or puppet or whatever you want to call it and have just stripped everything away from her. But today, we started walking off holding the rope and "reason" looked at me and the look on her face was something that I could imagine Lisette looking like (smug, powerful, malevolent) and I nearly died when it clicked how alike this and the routine are.
It feels so good! I was like explaining everything that I've said to you (minus the whole liking her thing) and she was totally cool with it. I don't think anything is gonna change at all, to be honest, she isn't weird about it at all, in fact she was the one who started the conversation about it today when we were together and she was super pumped. But she told her mom (which doesn't bug me, she is like my second mom anyways and literally treats me like one of her kids) and her mom knew too! I don't think I'm doing a very good job at hiding this... heh.
That actually sounds like so much fun! I went to a girl guides camp once when I was younger which was fun, but we only stayed two nights and it was over with too fast. The closest I've ever been to going to a real sleep-away camp was when I got invited to a Math camp in Ottawa this year, heh. I couldn't go because it was an inconvenient time but I wish I could! Not exactly like the type of camp you went to, but still!
Basically yeah, that's what most novelists do. Unless you're like Stephen King and can pop out a book like it's nothing. I'll probably keep writing my whole life, publishing a novel is one of the first things on my to-do list!
Don't ever say that, aha. High school drama I will never miss you! XD But, oh my goodness, I got to school today and one of the windows was smashed and I laughed so hard! Apparently someone threw a rock at it.
I cried during Silver Linings, I just love Jennifer Lawrence's acting almost as much as I love Emilia Clark's. I feel like Jennifer's character in that movie, though, would have been a really different/difficult role to play. Haha, anyways hope you like those movies. To.Get.Her is a low budget film but it is really worth it!
I do it sober and willingly, what does that say about me? >.< Haha, but it isn't a bad routine, and I've done well with it. But not as well as some of my other solos and oh my god now I have to brag because this is actually the most exciting thing that as ever happened to me!!! At my last competition my student choreography solo (meaning I was the one who made it up) won overall Student Choreo with a 94! I beat out this one girl who is absolutely amazing and her OC was in her best style which is acro, so that felt kinda great!
Well this is awkward, wow I am so sorry. For some reason I thought I told you about that, but I think I just told you about the whole friend drama I went through (which is one of the biggest reasons why). But no, I don't do it anymore. I get that it is super hard to understand so I won't try and make you, I don't really enjoy that I've done this but I was in a bad place and I couldn't really express all of the emotions that I had. It was just easier to feel something physical I guess. If you've ever known someone whose done it before they would probably explain it as a release, like all the negative energy just kind of disperses which seems really morbid, I know, but that is how it feels (pain actually releases an endorphin in the body that gives it adrenaline). But after a while it becomes like an addiction, I sometimes still crave it even though I know how bad it is for my body and I won't ever let myself go back there. As for my guidance counsellor, it is really hard to open up and some of the questions she asked me were really upsetting but it made me realize a lot about myself. I don't think that there is any chance of me falling in love with her though, haha, maybe if she weren't old. XD
Oh if I told my mom my entire family would know in about a day and they would probably through a party. They'd love it. I have a cousin who is gay, I don't like him 'cause he is just a seriously weird person (one year he made his boyfriend's kid get in our family pictures and then a couple months later they broke up, so now we have some rando kid in our pic), so they wouldn't be all weird about it.
... Okay, I am not sure how much I can express in words how beautiful that was. Oh my goodness. You have a really great way with words, just the way you explained that is so perfect. I keep re-reading it and crying, oh wow. "it's on a continuum, it evolves over time" Do you even realize how amazing that sounds? Okay, that was so over dramatic of me but holy perfection. Would you mind if I used that as a text post on tumblr or something like it?? Maybe a quote would be better... but please?
Haha, that is so great! Once when I was with my friend and her bf at the movies I told them both that I was the Harry to their Ron and Hermione. Harry Potter = Perfection. I think it's so nice that you're all cool with each other, like that is true friendship right there! :) You went on a blind date? I've honestly always wanted to do that, even just for the experience. I think it would be fun. Although, I do think that situation would be pretty awful, gag me XD
I want to go to Harry Potter land, omg I am such a potterhead it isn't even funny!!
Edit: Sorry if that post isn't edited very well >.< I don't know if I'll get another chance to post anything for the next couple of days, I'm going to Moncton and won't have my computer, so I figured I should get something up :p
It feels so good! I was like explaining everything that I've said to you (minus the whole liking her thing) and she was totally cool with it. I don't think anything is gonna change at all, to be honest, she isn't weird about it at all, in fact she was the one who started the conversation about it today when we were together and she was super pumped. But she told her mom (which doesn't bug me, she is like my second mom anyways and literally treats me like one of her kids) and her mom knew too! I don't think I'm doing a very good job at hiding this... heh.
That actually sounds like so much fun! I went to a girl guides camp once when I was younger which was fun, but we only stayed two nights and it was over with too fast. The closest I've ever been to going to a real sleep-away camp was when I got invited to a Math camp in Ottawa this year, heh. I couldn't go because it was an inconvenient time but I wish I could! Not exactly like the type of camp you went to, but still!
Basically yeah, that's what most novelists do. Unless you're like Stephen King and can pop out a book like it's nothing. I'll probably keep writing my whole life, publishing a novel is one of the first things on my to-do list!
Don't ever say that, aha. High school drama I will never miss you! XD But, oh my goodness, I got to school today and one of the windows was smashed and I laughed so hard! Apparently someone threw a rock at it.
I cried during Silver Linings, I just love Jennifer Lawrence's acting almost as much as I love Emilia Clark's. I feel like Jennifer's character in that movie, though, would have been a really different/difficult role to play. Haha, anyways hope you like those movies. To.Get.Her is a low budget film but it is really worth it!
I do it sober and willingly, what does that say about me? >.< Haha, but it isn't a bad routine, and I've done well with it. But not as well as some of my other solos and oh my god now I have to brag because this is actually the most exciting thing that as ever happened to me!!! At my last competition my student choreography solo (meaning I was the one who made it up) won overall Student Choreo with a 94! I beat out this one girl who is absolutely amazing and her OC was in her best style which is acro, so that felt kinda great!
Well this is awkward, wow I am so sorry. For some reason I thought I told you about that, but I think I just told you about the whole friend drama I went through (which is one of the biggest reasons why). But no, I don't do it anymore. I get that it is super hard to understand so I won't try and make you, I don't really enjoy that I've done this but I was in a bad place and I couldn't really express all of the emotions that I had. It was just easier to feel something physical I guess. If you've ever known someone whose done it before they would probably explain it as a release, like all the negative energy just kind of disperses which seems really morbid, I know, but that is how it feels (pain actually releases an endorphin in the body that gives it adrenaline). But after a while it becomes like an addiction, I sometimes still crave it even though I know how bad it is for my body and I won't ever let myself go back there. As for my guidance counsellor, it is really hard to open up and some of the questions she asked me were really upsetting but it made me realize a lot about myself. I don't think that there is any chance of me falling in love with her though, haha, maybe if she weren't old. XD
Oh if I told my mom my entire family would know in about a day and they would probably through a party. They'd love it. I have a cousin who is gay, I don't like him 'cause he is just a seriously weird person (one year he made his boyfriend's kid get in our family pictures and then a couple months later they broke up, so now we have some rando kid in our pic), so they wouldn't be all weird about it.
... Okay, I am not sure how much I can express in words how beautiful that was. Oh my goodness. You have a really great way with words, just the way you explained that is so perfect. I keep re-reading it and crying, oh wow. "it's on a continuum, it evolves over time" Do you even realize how amazing that sounds? Okay, that was so over dramatic of me but holy perfection. Would you mind if I used that as a text post on tumblr or something like it?? Maybe a quote would be better... but please?
Haha, that is so great! Once when I was with my friend and her bf at the movies I told them both that I was the Harry to their Ron and Hermione. Harry Potter = Perfection. I think it's so nice that you're all cool with each other, like that is true friendship right there! :) You went on a blind date? I've honestly always wanted to do that, even just for the experience. I think it would be fun. Although, I do think that situation would be pretty awful, gag me XD
I want to go to Harry Potter land, omg I am such a potterhead it isn't even funny!!
Edit: Sorry if that post isn't edited very well >.< I don't know if I'll get another chance to post anything for the next couple of days, I'm going to Moncton and won't have my computer, so I figured I should get something up :p
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