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STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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@Luna Amore
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Though yes, it did amaze her how smart Natalia was, it just rubbed salt in Harley's already open wound of embarassment to be thrown under the bus like that. Nevertheless, she let it go, despite her damaged pride at the moment, and sighed. Man, did this class ever go south for her after she opened her big mouth.
As instructed, she took out her textbook and opened it to page six. All the while, she was wondering what other trouble she might get into with Miss Maeda. Hopefully none if Harley made sure to just keep her opinions to herself. Looking at Natalia, she gave the blonde a bummed expression, muttering quietly, "Really girl? Did ya have to make me look like more of an ass?"
Oh duh! They were cousins, he thought, not brother and sister. Showed how much he paid attention to his new students. Hurrying over, Mr. Felton helped her carry Samuel to his feet. His brow furrowed as he could literally feel the boy's heat like a furnace emanating off him. "Good lord, Sam! You should be in bed by now! I don't know how you made it through school with this high a fever. Amelia, has he been to the nurse's office yet? Has anyone called his parents?" He hated to grill Amelia with so many questions, but poor Sam had no business being here this ill.
Her dad was already passed out on the living room couch when Helena finally decided to go downstairs and return to school. Not that she cared about her grades or anything, but it was...somewhat better for her to get away before she and her dad got in another fight. He was sprawled out, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the tv remote in the other. Helena grimaced at the pitiful bastard, not saying a word as she turned and left the house.
As she skated down the sidewalk, she began to think about her dream she had a few moments ago. Her mom...what did she mean by the "real her"? If you would ask Helena, she would tell you she's always been this way, a loner who wouldn't take shit from anyone, but....perhaps it was just another stoner dream. She was about a few blocks now from the school. That's when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped her board skidding to a halt and read the text.
The text...from her boss.
Helena sighed gruffly, typing a reply and shoving her phone into her pocket.
She hopped on her board and started off again, but once more her phone buzzed.
"Ugh! Fuck man!" Helena grumbled, once again reading Darren's text.
Darren's at Eastwood?! Helena shuddered a little gazing at her phone with apprehension. What the fuck is he doing there?! He's gotta be tripping balls, Helena! Dude better not make a scene or we're both fucked!
Her hand shook as she slipped her phone back in her pocket, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself.
If Darren was willing to go to her school to get his money, then he was dead serious.
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Though yes, it did amaze her how smart Natalia was, it just rubbed salt in Harley's already open wound of embarassment to be thrown under the bus like that. Nevertheless, she let it go, despite her damaged pride at the moment, and sighed. Man, did this class ever go south for her after she opened her big mouth.
As instructed, she took out her textbook and opened it to page six. All the while, she was wondering what other trouble she might get into with Miss Maeda. Hopefully none if Harley made sure to just keep her opinions to herself. Looking at Natalia, she gave the blonde a bummed expression, muttering quietly, "Really girl? Did ya have to make me look like more of an ass?"
Oh duh! They were cousins, he thought, not brother and sister. Showed how much he paid attention to his new students. Hurrying over, Mr. Felton helped her carry Samuel to his feet. His brow furrowed as he could literally feel the boy's heat like a furnace emanating off him. "Good lord, Sam! You should be in bed by now! I don't know how you made it through school with this high a fever. Amelia, has he been to the nurse's office yet? Has anyone called his parents?" He hated to grill Amelia with so many questions, but poor Sam had no business being here this ill.
Her dad was already passed out on the living room couch when Helena finally decided to go downstairs and return to school. Not that she cared about her grades or anything, but it was...somewhat better for her to get away before she and her dad got in another fight. He was sprawled out, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the tv remote in the other. Helena grimaced at the pitiful bastard, not saying a word as she turned and left the house.
As she skated down the sidewalk, she began to think about her dream she had a few moments ago. Her mom...what did she mean by the "real her"? If you would ask Helena, she would tell you she's always been this way, a loner who wouldn't take shit from anyone, but....perhaps it was just another stoner dream. She was about a few blocks now from the school. That's when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped her board skidding to a halt and read the text.
The text...from her boss.
<<From Darren at: 10:45 AM EST>>
"Yo bitch! I ain't fucking around here! I want my fucking money TODAY!"Helena sighed gruffly, typing a reply and shoving her phone into her pocket.
<<Sent to Darren at: 10:46 AM EST>>
"Chill brah! You'll get your money after school! Okay?"She hopped on her board and started off again, but once more her phone buzzed.
"Ugh! Fuck man!" Helena grumbled, once again reading Darren's text.
<<From Darren at: 10:46 AM EST>>
"I want it NOW bitch! I'll be in the parking lot. You better have all of it!"Darren's at Eastwood?! Helena shuddered a little gazing at her phone with apprehension. What the fuck is he doing there?! He's gotta be tripping balls, Helena! Dude better not make a scene or we're both fucked!
Her hand shook as she slipped her phone back in her pocket, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself.
If Darren was willing to go to her school to get his money, then he was dead serious.
@Vesuvius00 Death is part of the Four Horsemen, so technically he is a villain. He just has no set reason to act other than on the whim of The Beast.
(Bye Felicia!)
@Luna Amore Aww thanks! ^_^ Love your post too!
@Luna Amore
Maybe next time she decided to speak out against a teacher, she'll make sure to choose her words more carefully....that or have Natalia duct tape her big mouth shut before Harley decided to make a complete fool of herself.
With every word of Miss Maede thrown back at her, Harley sunk lower and lower into her chair as pale as a ghost and drenched in sweat like she had just run a marathon. Oh man, she must have definitely looked like an idiot in front of everyone, even the cute blonde beside her.
Quivering in absolute embarassment and dumbfoundness at the end of her tongue lashing, the cowgirl uttered quietly a solitary, "Uuuhmm....y-yes ma'am. Sorry 'bout that." and averted her eyes down at the desk.
Harley Jane Whitfield, you officially have gone from class hero to class zero! Ugh! What the hell was I thinkin' goin' toe to toe with Miss Braniac here?! She's downright scary too! Kinda like if Walter White and O-ren Ishii had a baby!
Not long after, Mr. Felton has returned to school and was walking down the hall to his classroom. Thankfully, the checkup at the doctor's office had gone well, and everything was okay with his wife and their son soon to be born. The movers were almost done moving their furniture from Seattle all the way to New York aa well. Thankfully nothing was broken either. He was strolling down the hall blissfully, humming a tune by The Strokes, when he noticed the sickly looking boy and his sister in the hallway. Odd, seeing how everyone should be in class. With a concerned and considerate smile, he approached them. "Sam, Amelia. What are you two doing out of class? Is everything okay?" The kid looked like he was burning up and should've been home in bed.
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She must've passed out or something, as she tended to do after a good high. Helena awoke still lying on her bed, still dressed in her clothes from the day before, the same ratty T-shirt and leather jacket. The joint she had smoked was still clenched between her fingers but no longer burned, neither did her room snell like cheap marijuana. In fact, it smelled like...bacon? And...pancakes?
Dad? Fuck...lazy ass can barely cook ramen, and I doubt step-bitch would cook him a nice, wholesome breakfast. So who was cooking downstairs? And also... who was playing music downstairs? Helena got up out of her bed, listening closely.
Fleetwood Mac? This...this was mom's favorite song? How fucking high am I?
And then...she heard the woman singing along...
No, it couldn't have been real, she thought. She had to have still been baked out of her mind. Throwing her beanie over her messy red hair, she slowly crept into the hall and tiptoed downstairs. Something was definitely fucked up with her she assumed, but upon reaching the kitchen...
There she was...standing at the stove cooking breakfast, wearing that tacky floral apron of hers.
Mom...?
Helena's heart felt like it stopped and the world paused with it. Her mouth hung agape, barely uttering a word. She could feel the warmth of tears in her eyes, but quickly ahe wiped them away, snapping out of her trance.
No... It's not real, Helena. It's just a dream...
"Honey? Is that you?" Her mother turned around, holding in her hand a sizzling pan of bacon. The smell, it was so intoxicating to Helena. She couldn't remember when was the last time her mom ever cooked for her and her dad. She smiled warmly to Helena, like a ray of pure sunshine. "Oh, there you are sleepyhead! Come on, your breakfast is getting cold."
Helena hesitated for a moment, then slowly she made her way into the kitchen, sitting down at the small table. She looked around while her mother continued cooking breakfast and singing to herself.
What the fuck is going on? There's like...no alcohol anywhere! And the kitchen's the cleanest I've ever seen! It's like dad never even touched the bottle!
"Hey...mom?" Helena stammered. "Where's dad?"
"Hmm?" Her mother replied slipping a few pieces of bacon onto a plate of warm, fluffy butter pecan pancakes. "Oh! He had to leave out on a call early this morning. Something about a fire over on Henderson Street. I hope everything's okay."
Helena went white. Dad still has his job at the fire station? Fuck...it is a dream...
Her lips contorted downward into a frown, her eyes dull and heavy. She sighed, lowering her head to the table as her mother walked over with her breakfast.
"Your favorite." She said with a grin setting the plate down gently in front of Helena. Then her mother sat across from her, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Remember when you were little and you always helped me make breakfast for daddy in the morning? You always wanted to make the pancakes, but you could never get the shape right."
"Y-yeah..." Helena replied in a sad whisper. "Damn things always kept sticking to the pan... You had to help me scrape 'em off..."
"Helena?" Her mother frowned. "Sweetie, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
A ghost... Yeah, she did. Helena looked up at her mother, meeting those soft blue eyes with her dark brown on the verge of tears.
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"You...you are a ghost..." Said Helena. "You're not real... It's just a dream...
I'll wake up, and...everything will still be the same...
You'll be dead, and...I'll be alone...Just like always..." She shoved the plate aside, burying her face into the table. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the wood.
Her mother stood and walked over to her, sadness in her eyes as she saw her daughter falling to pieces before her. She pulled Helena up from the table and wrapped her in a hug. Helena's face was now buried in her shoulder as her baby girl wept.
"Helena..." Her voice was sweet and quiet. "You will never be alone, honey. Even though I'm gone, I'm still watching over you always. I wish I could be here for you now, because I know how much it hurts."
"I hate it, mom!" Helena's voice was muffled somewhat by her mother's shoulder. "I hate it so fucking much! I wish you were here! My life...it's just... I wish I wouldn't wake up! I wish I would just stay here with you! Where everything isn't so fucked up!"
"But sweetie," Her mother said lifting Helena's head up. "I'm sorry, but you can't.
Believe it or not, there are people out there who still need you. Your father for instance. Don't be mad at him. I know he's...not who he used to be, but you have to realize he's hurting just like you, and though you may fight like cats and dogs now, he still loves you, Helena."
"Yeah...I guess." Helena sniffled.
Her mother smiled. "Oh, and what about that little girl you were talking with in the hallway at school?"
"Amelia?" Said Helena. "What about her?"
"Don't you think she could use a friend?" Her mother asked sincerely
"Y-yeah, but..." Helena muttered. "She's already got one, and she's a total bitch."
"Well, why don't you be her friend too?" Her mother suggested with a soft grin. "She could use a friend like you."
"Pft! Yeah, whatever." Helena let out a small snicker. "A druggie with anger issues.
Perfect friend material."
"But you're more than that, Helena." Her mother replied. "I know deep down, somewhere beneath all the...well...scary clothes and music..." She paused for a brief chuckle. "There's still that sweet little girl who would be anyone's friend. I know the real you, Helena. The real you...that never went away."
"Mom..." Helena slipped from her mother's arms. Slowly her mother began to fade from her vision along with the kitchen and everything else.
She awoke hours later still in her messy bed, her stereo still on full blast, and a lit joint still smouldering between her fingers...and her room smelling of dirty laundry and cheap dope.
It was back to reality for Helena, unfortunately.
The "real" me... What the hell does she mean?
Maybe next time she decided to speak out against a teacher, she'll make sure to choose her words more carefully....that or have Natalia duct tape her big mouth shut before Harley decided to make a complete fool of herself.
With every word of Miss Maede thrown back at her, Harley sunk lower and lower into her chair as pale as a ghost and drenched in sweat like she had just run a marathon. Oh man, she must have definitely looked like an idiot in front of everyone, even the cute blonde beside her.
Quivering in absolute embarassment and dumbfoundness at the end of her tongue lashing, the cowgirl uttered quietly a solitary, "Uuuhmm....y-yes ma'am. Sorry 'bout that." and averted her eyes down at the desk.
Harley Jane Whitfield, you officially have gone from class hero to class zero! Ugh! What the hell was I thinkin' goin' toe to toe with Miss Braniac here?! She's downright scary too! Kinda like if Walter White and O-ren Ishii had a baby!
Not long after, Mr. Felton has returned to school and was walking down the hall to his classroom. Thankfully, the checkup at the doctor's office had gone well, and everything was okay with his wife and their son soon to be born. The movers were almost done moving their furniture from Seattle all the way to New York aa well. Thankfully nothing was broken either. He was strolling down the hall blissfully, humming a tune by The Strokes, when he noticed the sickly looking boy and his sister in the hallway. Odd, seeing how everyone should be in class. With a concerned and considerate smile, he approached them. "Sam, Amelia. What are you two doing out of class? Is everything okay?" The kid looked like he was burning up and should've been home in bed.
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She must've passed out or something, as she tended to do after a good high. Helena awoke still lying on her bed, still dressed in her clothes from the day before, the same ratty T-shirt and leather jacket. The joint she had smoked was still clenched between her fingers but no longer burned, neither did her room snell like cheap marijuana. In fact, it smelled like...bacon? And...pancakes?
Dad? Fuck...lazy ass can barely cook ramen, and I doubt step-bitch would cook him a nice, wholesome breakfast. So who was cooking downstairs? And also... who was playing music downstairs? Helena got up out of her bed, listening closely.
Fleetwood Mac? This...this was mom's favorite song? How fucking high am I?
And then...she heard the woman singing along...
No, it couldn't have been real, she thought. She had to have still been baked out of her mind. Throwing her beanie over her messy red hair, she slowly crept into the hall and tiptoed downstairs. Something was definitely fucked up with her she assumed, but upon reaching the kitchen...
There she was...standing at the stove cooking breakfast, wearing that tacky floral apron of hers.
Mom...?
Helena's heart felt like it stopped and the world paused with it. Her mouth hung agape, barely uttering a word. She could feel the warmth of tears in her eyes, but quickly ahe wiped them away, snapping out of her trance.
No... It's not real, Helena. It's just a dream...
"Honey? Is that you?" Her mother turned around, holding in her hand a sizzling pan of bacon. The smell, it was so intoxicating to Helena. She couldn't remember when was the last time her mom ever cooked for her and her dad. She smiled warmly to Helena, like a ray of pure sunshine. "Oh, there you are sleepyhead! Come on, your breakfast is getting cold."
Helena hesitated for a moment, then slowly she made her way into the kitchen, sitting down at the small table. She looked around while her mother continued cooking breakfast and singing to herself.
What the fuck is going on? There's like...no alcohol anywhere! And the kitchen's the cleanest I've ever seen! It's like dad never even touched the bottle!
"Hey...mom?" Helena stammered. "Where's dad?"
"Hmm?" Her mother replied slipping a few pieces of bacon onto a plate of warm, fluffy butter pecan pancakes. "Oh! He had to leave out on a call early this morning. Something about a fire over on Henderson Street. I hope everything's okay."
Helena went white. Dad still has his job at the fire station? Fuck...it is a dream...
Her lips contorted downward into a frown, her eyes dull and heavy. She sighed, lowering her head to the table as her mother walked over with her breakfast.
"Your favorite." She said with a grin setting the plate down gently in front of Helena. Then her mother sat across from her, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Remember when you were little and you always helped me make breakfast for daddy in the morning? You always wanted to make the pancakes, but you could never get the shape right."
"Y-yeah..." Helena replied in a sad whisper. "Damn things always kept sticking to the pan... You had to help me scrape 'em off..."
"Helena?" Her mother frowned. "Sweetie, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
A ghost... Yeah, she did. Helena looked up at her mother, meeting those soft blue eyes with her dark brown on the verge of tears.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=sf6mkYz4mx0
"You...you are a ghost..." Said Helena. "You're not real... It's just a dream...
I'll wake up, and...everything will still be the same...
You'll be dead, and...I'll be alone...Just like always..." She shoved the plate aside, burying her face into the table. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the wood.
Her mother stood and walked over to her, sadness in her eyes as she saw her daughter falling to pieces before her. She pulled Helena up from the table and wrapped her in a hug. Helena's face was now buried in her shoulder as her baby girl wept.
"Helena..." Her voice was sweet and quiet. "You will never be alone, honey. Even though I'm gone, I'm still watching over you always. I wish I could be here for you now, because I know how much it hurts."
"I hate it, mom!" Helena's voice was muffled somewhat by her mother's shoulder. "I hate it so fucking much! I wish you were here! My life...it's just... I wish I wouldn't wake up! I wish I would just stay here with you! Where everything isn't so fucked up!"
"But sweetie," Her mother said lifting Helena's head up. "I'm sorry, but you can't.
Believe it or not, there are people out there who still need you. Your father for instance. Don't be mad at him. I know he's...not who he used to be, but you have to realize he's hurting just like you, and though you may fight like cats and dogs now, he still loves you, Helena."
"Yeah...I guess." Helena sniffled.
Her mother smiled. "Oh, and what about that little girl you were talking with in the hallway at school?"
"Amelia?" Said Helena. "What about her?"
"Don't you think she could use a friend?" Her mother asked sincerely
"Y-yeah, but..." Helena muttered. "She's already got one, and she's a total bitch."
"Well, why don't you be her friend too?" Her mother suggested with a soft grin. "She could use a friend like you."
"Pft! Yeah, whatever." Helena let out a small snicker. "A druggie with anger issues.
Perfect friend material."
"But you're more than that, Helena." Her mother replied. "I know deep down, somewhere beneath all the...well...scary clothes and music..." She paused for a brief chuckle. "There's still that sweet little girl who would be anyone's friend. I know the real you, Helena. The real you...that never went away."
"Mom..." Helena slipped from her mother's arms. Slowly her mother began to fade from her vision along with the kitchen and everything else.
She awoke hours later still in her messy bed, her stereo still on full blast, and a lit joint still smouldering between her fingers...and her room smelling of dirty laundry and cheap dope.
It was back to reality for Helena, unfortunately.
The "real" me... What the hell does she mean?
@Luna Amore
Harley frowned slightly. This teacher might be pretty looking, and downright smart as a whip from what Natalia told her, but even if the boy was "late", it was just mean to lock him out. Even the many times Harley was late to classes at Celina ISD, the teachers didn't lock her out of the room or give her the cold shoulder. Plus it wasn't like the boy was being late on purpose. He had a cold for Christ's sake!
Harley wasn't gonna let it stand. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it seemed the right thing to do. "Uhh...Ma'am?" She mumbled raising her hand. "I...I know it probably ain't my place to speak, but don't y'all reckon y'all should let that boy in here? I mean,
I know he was late and all, but it ain't his fault he's got the sniffles. Shouldn't you be just a teensy bit considerate of your students? I mean not all of us are perfect little peaches." She ended with a nervous grin, pretty much expecting this woman to give her one hell of a tongue lashing.
Aaaand I'm probably gonna get my ass whuped for this! So much for keepin' a clean record.
Dead leaves crunched and cracked under the wheels of Helena's board as she skated down the sidewalk to her home, a quaint little housing project in the lower district of the city. It was a fairly decent neighborhood with the occasional break-in or civil dispute. Not a demilitarized zone like where most of her skater friends hung out. Sometimes you'd see a cop car blazing by with lights and sirens, but they were mostly going to where the real shit was.
Skating up to her home, she noticed the blonde woman walking out the front door after giving her dad a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Helena. How was school today?" The woman gave her a bright smile.
"Fine, Shawna. Just fine..." Helena answered with an indifferent look towards her then up to her dad on the steps.
Her dad's smile turned sour towards her as he sighed and went in the house. Helena rolled her eyes, watching the door shut before climbing the steps and slinging the door open.
Home sweet Hell... She thought to herself trudging into her house. Her dad was already at the kitchen table, one hand grasping a shot of Jack D. while the other had his face buried in it. He looked up at Helena leaning in the doorway, scowling at her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with a harsh, low tone to his voice. "You're supposed to be at school."
"I'm sick. What?" Helena answered bluntly ambling over to the fridge and grabbing a soda. Her father sighed throwing back his shot and slamming his glass on the table.
He stood up, grumbling, "I'm getting really tired of your attitude, Helena. For the sixth week in a row, you've skipped school.
Your principal called and said your grades were slipping. He's considering expelling you."
"Really? Great." Helena returned bitterly. She drunk down the last of her soda, crushing the can in her hand and turning to her dad with a glare. "By the way, what the fuck is she doing here, huh?"
Her dad sighed gruffly, "Didn't I tell you? Shawna's moving in to help us while I look for a job. I told her she didn't have to, but-"
"She's what?!" Helena nearly spit soda everywhere, choking down her last swallow with a coughing fit. "Oh that's real fuckin' sweet of you, daddy! Fuck the rich lawyer then mooch off of her!" She got up in her dad's face snarling. "Mom must be real fucking happy you've already replaced her when she's only been in the ground for two fucking months!"
"We are NOT mooching off of her, alright?!" Her dad yelled red in the face. "And she is not replacing your mother!
And furthermore, you will respect her and you will respect me! Understand?"
"Respect you?!" Helena fired back seething with anger. "I'll start respecting you when you get off your lazy fucking ass and stop getting drunk all fucking day long!" She turned to walk away upstairs to her room
Her dad stormed after her, his raucous voice pretty much rattling the walls,
"Well it can't be any fucking worse than what you're doing up there in your bedroom! I know you're up there smoking pot! I oughta call the cops on you, bringing drugs into my house!"
"Then fucking do it, bitch!" Helena whirled around snapping at him. "Maybe they'll gun me down in the fucking street so you don't have to bother with me anymore! You know what, fuck you!" She whirled back around stomping up the steps.
"Helena!"
She slammed the door in his face and locked it. Her father, he was about to kick the door right off its hinges, but instead he sighed deeply and went back downstairs, falling into the living room couch with his head in his hands. With tired, bloodshot eyes, he lifted his face to the picture above the tv, the picture of his late wife and Helena's mother, a beautiful woman with flowing red hair...who was taken from him far too soon.
As he looked at her picture, tears welled in his eyes. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing.
"What happened to her, Juliette? What happened...to our little girl?"
Beside the photo of Juliette, there was one of Helena. She had to have been around six or seven years old.
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In her room, Helena fell into her bed after putting on some music. She reached under and pulled out a plastic ashtray with a few rolled up joints in it. Taking one, she clenched it between her lips and lit it, taking a slow drag and exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke into the cold, dead air of her room.
Already, the drug took its effect on her. She was feeling pretty mellow despite yelling at her dad a few minutes ago. She continued to smoke and stared aimlessly up at her bedroom ceiling plastered with posters punk bands, horror movies, and a few crude drawings of hers, a dull, almost lifeless expression on her face...as she tuned in and dropped out.
Harley frowned slightly. This teacher might be pretty looking, and downright smart as a whip from what Natalia told her, but even if the boy was "late", it was just mean to lock him out. Even the many times Harley was late to classes at Celina ISD, the teachers didn't lock her out of the room or give her the cold shoulder. Plus it wasn't like the boy was being late on purpose. He had a cold for Christ's sake!
Harley wasn't gonna let it stand. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it seemed the right thing to do. "Uhh...Ma'am?" She mumbled raising her hand. "I...I know it probably ain't my place to speak, but don't y'all reckon y'all should let that boy in here? I mean,
I know he was late and all, but it ain't his fault he's got the sniffles. Shouldn't you be just a teensy bit considerate of your students? I mean not all of us are perfect little peaches." She ended with a nervous grin, pretty much expecting this woman to give her one hell of a tongue lashing.
Aaaand I'm probably gonna get my ass whuped for this! So much for keepin' a clean record.
Dead leaves crunched and cracked under the wheels of Helena's board as she skated down the sidewalk to her home, a quaint little housing project in the lower district of the city. It was a fairly decent neighborhood with the occasional break-in or civil dispute. Not a demilitarized zone like where most of her skater friends hung out. Sometimes you'd see a cop car blazing by with lights and sirens, but they were mostly going to where the real shit was.
Skating up to her home, she noticed the blonde woman walking out the front door after giving her dad a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Helena. How was school today?" The woman gave her a bright smile.
"Fine, Shawna. Just fine..." Helena answered with an indifferent look towards her then up to her dad on the steps.
Her dad's smile turned sour towards her as he sighed and went in the house. Helena rolled her eyes, watching the door shut before climbing the steps and slinging the door open.
Home sweet Hell... She thought to herself trudging into her house. Her dad was already at the kitchen table, one hand grasping a shot of Jack D. while the other had his face buried in it. He looked up at Helena leaning in the doorway, scowling at her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with a harsh, low tone to his voice. "You're supposed to be at school."
"I'm sick. What?" Helena answered bluntly ambling over to the fridge and grabbing a soda. Her father sighed throwing back his shot and slamming his glass on the table.
He stood up, grumbling, "I'm getting really tired of your attitude, Helena. For the sixth week in a row, you've skipped school.
Your principal called and said your grades were slipping. He's considering expelling you."
"Really? Great." Helena returned bitterly. She drunk down the last of her soda, crushing the can in her hand and turning to her dad with a glare. "By the way, what the fuck is she doing here, huh?"
Her dad sighed gruffly, "Didn't I tell you? Shawna's moving in to help us while I look for a job. I told her she didn't have to, but-"
"She's what?!" Helena nearly spit soda everywhere, choking down her last swallow with a coughing fit. "Oh that's real fuckin' sweet of you, daddy! Fuck the rich lawyer then mooch off of her!" She got up in her dad's face snarling. "Mom must be real fucking happy you've already replaced her when she's only been in the ground for two fucking months!"
"We are NOT mooching off of her, alright?!" Her dad yelled red in the face. "And she is not replacing your mother!
And furthermore, you will respect her and you will respect me! Understand?"
"Respect you?!" Helena fired back seething with anger. "I'll start respecting you when you get off your lazy fucking ass and stop getting drunk all fucking day long!" She turned to walk away upstairs to her room
Her dad stormed after her, his raucous voice pretty much rattling the walls,
"Well it can't be any fucking worse than what you're doing up there in your bedroom! I know you're up there smoking pot! I oughta call the cops on you, bringing drugs into my house!"
"Then fucking do it, bitch!" Helena whirled around snapping at him. "Maybe they'll gun me down in the fucking street so you don't have to bother with me anymore! You know what, fuck you!" She whirled back around stomping up the steps.
"Helena!"
She slammed the door in his face and locked it. Her father, he was about to kick the door right off its hinges, but instead he sighed deeply and went back downstairs, falling into the living room couch with his head in his hands. With tired, bloodshot eyes, he lifted his face to the picture above the tv, the picture of his late wife and Helena's mother, a beautiful woman with flowing red hair...who was taken from him far too soon.
As he looked at her picture, tears welled in his eyes. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing.
"What happened to her, Juliette? What happened...to our little girl?"
Beside the photo of Juliette, there was one of Helena. She had to have been around six or seven years old.
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In her room, Helena fell into her bed after putting on some music. She reached under and pulled out a plastic ashtray with a few rolled up joints in it. Taking one, she clenched it between her lips and lit it, taking a slow drag and exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke into the cold, dead air of her room.
Already, the drug took its effect on her. She was feeling pretty mellow despite yelling at her dad a few minutes ago. She continued to smoke and stared aimlessly up at her bedroom ceiling plastered with posters punk bands, horror movies, and a few crude drawings of hers, a dull, almost lifeless expression on her face...as she tuned in and dropped out.
@Luna Amore
It wasn't much the fact that there was less than eight people in the class, but that they all looked so smart compared to the cowgirl, like a bunch of real scientists in their white coats, and here she was in her usual getup.
Harley looked around anxiously, letting out a small whistle. "Dang. Sure looks like a ghost town in here. Guess not alot of people like this science stuff. Guess cause its either too hard for them or they think science is for nerds." Suddenly, her face went red as a cherry, realizing her faux pa. "Aww crap! I did not just say that out loud!" Quickly she ducked her head down covering her face with her hat. Maybe no one caught it...maybe.
As soon as the teacher walked in, Harley slowly moved her hat down from her face. She was quite surprised. Wow! She looks like a movie star! Here I was thinkin' we were gonna get some ugly, Einstein lookin' dude!
She looked over to Natalia with a sheepish grin, whispering, "So...you know alot about this science stuff, right? Do the teachers always look like runway models?"
m.youtube.com/watch?v=EJU4XI5HMak
"Friend... yeah...once... I don't really care much about him anymore. Besides, he's too wrapped up in Madison, so why give a fuck?"
Helena could feel it...welling within her heart and swirling about like a big black tornado. She clenched her fists, shaking in a cold, almost deafening silence, as if the entire world around her was fading out of earshot, including Amelia.
Jason and I...we were thick as thieves when we were kids. We did everything together, playing cops and robbers, building a fort in my backyard... I never had a more true friend than him... He was...hell...he was like my brother...
Then everything changed when he met her...her...that fucking succubus! Suddenly, he quit hanging out with me. He didn't call or text me anymore. He was too busy with her...hmph...too busy fucking her, he and his fucking basketball bros! He never had time anymore for Helena! She wasn't part of the popular crowd!
And then mom died... Where was he, huh? Where was he when I fucking needed him? Why wasn't he there...when I was standing beside my mom's casket...literally falling to pieces? He didn't care that I was alone now...that I lost everything... No, he had her that day!
I...fucking...hate him! More than I hate her! He could have saved me, dammit! He could have been there the moment my life went to total shit, but no! He let me fucking drown in a sea of my own misery! If I could, I would grab him by his fucking throat and choke the life out of him! How could he fucking do this to me?! He left me, dammit! He fucking left me!
Fuck him! FUCK EVERYONE!
The scream echoed in her mind...and the tears began to flow. She wiped them away on the sleeve of her jacket and staggered to her feet grabbing her board.
"Hey...I think I'm gonna go home..." She said to Amelia; her tone was hoarse and quiet. "I'm...not feeling too good, but hey um...thanks for chatting with me I guess. If you ever wanna, ya know, hang, hit me up some time. I won't tell your friend, trust me." Giving a small salute, she hopped on her board and skated away.
It wasn't much the fact that there was less than eight people in the class, but that they all looked so smart compared to the cowgirl, like a bunch of real scientists in their white coats, and here she was in her usual getup.
Harley looked around anxiously, letting out a small whistle. "Dang. Sure looks like a ghost town in here. Guess not alot of people like this science stuff. Guess cause its either too hard for them or they think science is for nerds." Suddenly, her face went red as a cherry, realizing her faux pa. "Aww crap! I did not just say that out loud!" Quickly she ducked her head down covering her face with her hat. Maybe no one caught it...maybe.
As soon as the teacher walked in, Harley slowly moved her hat down from her face. She was quite surprised. Wow! She looks like a movie star! Here I was thinkin' we were gonna get some ugly, Einstein lookin' dude!
She looked over to Natalia with a sheepish grin, whispering, "So...you know alot about this science stuff, right? Do the teachers always look like runway models?"
m.youtube.com/watch?v=EJU4XI5HMak
"Friend... yeah...once... I don't really care much about him anymore. Besides, he's too wrapped up in Madison, so why give a fuck?"
Helena could feel it...welling within her heart and swirling about like a big black tornado. She clenched her fists, shaking in a cold, almost deafening silence, as if the entire world around her was fading out of earshot, including Amelia.
Jason and I...we were thick as thieves when we were kids. We did everything together, playing cops and robbers, building a fort in my backyard... I never had a more true friend than him... He was...hell...he was like my brother...
Then everything changed when he met her...her...that fucking succubus! Suddenly, he quit hanging out with me. He didn't call or text me anymore. He was too busy with her...hmph...too busy fucking her, he and his fucking basketball bros! He never had time anymore for Helena! She wasn't part of the popular crowd!
And then mom died... Where was he, huh? Where was he when I fucking needed him? Why wasn't he there...when I was standing beside my mom's casket...literally falling to pieces? He didn't care that I was alone now...that I lost everything... No, he had her that day!
I...fucking...hate him! More than I hate her! He could have saved me, dammit! He could have been there the moment my life went to total shit, but no! He let me fucking drown in a sea of my own misery! If I could, I would grab him by his fucking throat and choke the life out of him! How could he fucking do this to me?! He left me, dammit! He fucking left me!
Fuck him! FUCK EVERYONE!
FUCK EVERYONE!
The scream echoed in her mind...and the tears began to flow. She wiped them away on the sleeve of her jacket and staggered to her feet grabbing her board.
"Hey...I think I'm gonna go home..." She said to Amelia; her tone was hoarse and quiet. "I'm...not feeling too good, but hey um...thanks for chatting with me I guess. If you ever wanna, ya know, hang, hit me up some time. I won't tell your friend, trust me." Giving a small salute, she hopped on her board and skated away.
@Letmehaveone2
Done!
Done!
"Sometimes the only friends a girl needs is a cold beer and a loaded gun."
Officer Rebecca "Red" Harlan
AGE: 32
GENDER: Female
ABILITIES: Heightened senses, better vitality, stronger than most humans, skilled in hand to hand combat and use of firearms.
SPECIES: Werewolf
CRUSH: None at the moment (Bisexual)
RELATIONSHIP: Single
APPEARANCES:
PERSONALITY: Abraisive, hot headed, prefers to shoot first then ask questions, loves a good fight as well as a good drink, tends to procrastinate alot on paperwork due to being hung over in the morning, will take a bullet for anyone.
HISTORY:
Red doesn't know much about her family, seeing how they abandoned her when she was an infant. She spent most of her life hopping from foster home to foster home, getting into trouble and running around with the wrong kind of crowd. By age twenty two however, she decided to have a change in lifestyle and joined the Army. Something just appealed to her about it, the camaraderie between brothers, the discipline, not to mention getting to shoot things and blow shit up. She served for six years before being honorably discharged, due to taking a bullet to her left thigh in Afghanistan, and returned home to the states. She later enrolled into police academy and graduated among the top of her class.
Currently, she is a lieutenant in the force and on the police's S.W.A.T. team.
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