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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 4, 2010 18:14:45 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN ( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella had hardly noticed that night had befallen the city of Peony. She had been completely preoccupied with her reading to pay attention to her surroundings.
The last sliver of sunlight fell to the dark clouds that began to enshroud the sky. The sky eventually became a cloak of blackness dusted with diamonds. Still, Estella continued to read, as it was quite an intriguing book. She wasn't normally one to sit still for so long, but there wasn't much else to do. Her parents were gone and there was nothing happening in the city.
Her eyes slowly scrolled left to right, and then down the page. Her ears were completely deaf to the world. It seemed like nothing could snap her out of her trance, but Estella had a keen sense of time. Though it was dark outside, she knew when she needed to be doing something else. Her inner clock told her she was supposed to be going to the city to get something to eat right about now. She often avoided going to the city in the day time to eat because of how crowded it was. Not to mention, the night was so much more fun. The people were always very... interesting and interesting people meant an entertaining time for Estella, for she was fairly outgoing.
She gently folded the corner of the page she was on, then pressed the book together just as gingerly and set it down beside her on the sofa. For a moment, she sat with one leg underneath and her hands neatly in her lap, staring at the wall opposite her for a moment. After that moment, her whole body shot up off the couch. She stretched her arms a bit, and her back as well, as sitting down so long had done a number on her limbs. Once she was good and limber, she strolled down the hall to her room.
She fitfully rummaged through her closet, looking for the perfect outfit. It wasn't her best attempt at making a good-looking outfit, but it was good enough. Afterall, it was dark. And she wasn't expecting to see anyone she knew. They were probably all partying or something anyways, knowing her friends.
Once she managed to muster up some clothing that seemed suitable, she slipped them on. Taking a quick look in the mirror, Estella brushed her hair as she made sure everything fit her alright. She had to admit that she looked pretty good for finding something in such little time.
Estella quietly exited her room, making sure to close the door behind her. She always had a habit of closing doors and locking them, sometimes. Not always the best habit, but it was still one, nonetheless.
She darted out the door to her house, not taking the time, however, to lock it unlike her own room. Estella walked outside her home, stopped a moment and turned round. For a brief second, she thought about taking some kind of transportation, but she decided to walk instead. Walking was so much more amusing. She could spend more time looking around at the scenery and buildings than she could speeding by them. Estella was typically a bit ignorant, but when she was alone, she had quite an overactive imagination. Who didn't, really, though? She loved to imagine what people might be doing in the buildings she passed or what kind of animals were in the trees she saw. It was something to do while she walked by all the houses and apartments and whatnot.
A shortcut she knew to most of the restaurants was through an alleyway that was strangely connected to a lot of other alleys. Estella was unafraid of the darkness or what might be lurking in it, so as she came to the alley, she fearlessly veered in that direction. There wasn't much that could scare her, as she was mostly lost in her own world. The fact that there were scary people out there didn't lurk in the back of her mind one bit.
She halted in the alley for a moment to adjust her shoe. She leaned against the side of a building and stuck her finger in the bottom of the shoe. There was something in it bothering her heel when she stepped. She tried as hard as she could to find the problem, but promptly had to take off her shoe to find the source. There was the sharp point of an eyeliner pencil stuck in the heel of her shoe. She had been stepping on it the whole time, which had also colored her heel a bit. Estella removed the color off her heel and emptied her shoe and then continued down the alleyway. She could smell the food emanating from the direction she was heading, but it was also entertwined with the scent of garbage that was so infamous in alleys.
WORD COUNT825
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESfinito! (: i wasn't sure what to do Dx
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 4, 2010 18:57:06 GMT -8
 EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Fuck her! God damn her and her stupid friends and her stupid parents and her stupid everything! Words could not describe the loathing that he felt gnawing at his brain because of that stupid girl! He hated her! He wanted her to rot in hell, he wanted her to take a wrong turn and be blasted through the head, and he wanted her to choke on her spit and fucking die! Oh, she and that faggot boy toy of hers could just go straight to hell!
The teenager burst around the corner of the alleyway, his cheap shoes skidded along the debris causing him to slip and catch the brick wall at his side. His dirty fingernails dug into the cemented fillings and he closed his jade eyes, feeling a familiar hot sting in them. But he forcefully pushed them away by gritting his teeth together and showing himself away from the wall. Again his feet stomped forward; an echo casting down the alley because of him.
“That fucking bitch,” he growled under his breath. “That-that… why would she do that!?” He kicked at a brick wall; the toe of his shoe skidded along it sharply. He paid no mind to the throbbing at the end of his largest toe now. “SHE ALWAYS DOES THIS TO ME!”
Jett Nettles voice echoed out across the alleys again. Time and time he had been warned about things like this and time and time again he ended up finding himself breaking apart and throwing away the warnings. He had never cared about them to begin with. The people who ran this fucked up little world could come and get him if they were that keen on making this city more boring than it was. He just kept pushing it… kept daring them to come and get him while he was still breathing. He would love to watch them try to get him. He didn’t even care if those ass wipes did catch him now! He was causing a commotion, begging for them to come out from their corporate towers to try and tear him down even more.
He would welcome the chaos. He needed someone to fuck up.
He got a lot of shit. He always got a lot of shit. Not just from the fuzz but from freaking everyone! The fuzz, his parents, his friends, his girlfriend- oh wait cross her off that list! No, make it EX-girlfriend. If he never meant anything to her then she was going to mean nothing to him. Why should he give a damn about that make up encrusted whore anyways? She could go suck someone’s dick and die of aids for all he cared!
The lean boy stopped in the middle of the dark back way. Angry fingers braided themselves into his spiked hair and he felt his breath coming harder, he almost choked on it a few times. The frustration was ridiculously unbearable. He was almost tempted to turn back and find her again... to yell at her all the nasty, vile things he had to say. But he had already done a bit of that and she had been the one to turn him away by slamming a door closed right in his face.
Jett tore his eyes from the ground and again fought back the strong urge to let angry tears flow. This time when his eyes peered back up into the dim light he realized that he was not the only one taking a path less walked.
He couldn't really make her out (except that she was obviously either a girl or a really girly man) and didn't really take any further inspection of her. At the moment he did not feel like having to get stared down some passerby so he continued to march forward again and jutted his jaw in the opposite direction of her. His eyes stayed ahead though; acutely staying away from her. WORDS 662
NOTES FINISHED!
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 6, 2010 16:50:41 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella quickly put her shoe back on her foot, where it rightfully belonged. The bit of eyeliner had been removed and now her heel wasn't in distress. She was set to go to the restaurant now.
However, her very human ears seemed to detect a very frustrated person on down the alleyway. Whoever it was, was not very happy with a certain someone. Estella wasn't one to be nosy (okay, maybe she was a little bit), but now was an exception. She was in a dark alley, and there was a person shouting and being very noisy, although he wasn't supposed to.
Estella twisted round to see who exactly was yelling, but there was really no seeing in the darkness that surrounded her. She could make out a silhouette of a boy or man. There wasn't any hints or clues as to his shape or size or appearance, but Estella was always very curious and friendly to just about anyone.
She felt sort of sorry for this person. They seemed awfully distraught over someone, over a girl, she inferred. No one needed to suffer through something like that alone, so Estella thought, why not?
She wasn't exactly given the greatest hint of his approach as suddenly he was by her and then not. Hurriedly, Estella darted beside him. She put on the biggest smile she could muster and tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but I know you don't know me, but it seemed like you were terribly upset, and I thought that you might like to talk it out. I'm a very good listener," Estella explained sweetly.
Estella noticed his features now that she was much closer to him, but didn't let anything like that distract her. No, she was on a mission to cheer this person up and she wouldn't leave until he was happy or, at least, not upset anymore. No one deserved to be discontent, especially over a girl. Frankly, from Estella's own viewpoint, girls weren't worth it. Neither were boys, but still she continued to meddle with them.
"Oh, wait, I'm Estella, by the way," she added hastily, tacking another smile to her statement.
She removed the phone from her pocket, to check the time, as she had spent quite a bit of time merely walking and now talking. Estella pressed the end call button and on the screen flashed the time, along with the date and all that other neat stuff. She had taken too much time in this alley. The restaurants were going to close soon. Estella needed to move quickly or she would starve tonight. However, she didn't want to be rude to this boy, if he had even bothered to respond to her.
She fidgeted around, deciding whether or not to be impolite and not be hungry or to be kind and wait out dinner. It really wasn't in her nature to be frigid, but also, if she didn't get what she wanted, Estella's calm nature suddenly became a flaming abyss of anger and terror. And anyone who fell into it would be burnt to a crisp. Her serene attitude was almost like a trap to lure people into her short temper. It was one of her fatal flaws, but then again, she was terribly spoiled.
"So, I really need to go eat something, you know. That was where I was heading. But I have a great idea! Why don't you come with me?" Estella questioned, thinking of the inquiry on the spot. At least she could be good and still get to eat. That was a good compromise, she thought. She didn't even stop to think that this was a stranger that might be tagging along with her. A stranger was just another friend in disguise, right?
WORD COUNT647
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESa little boring, this post, but i think you'll make it not boring =p and if you don't, there's always next post :D
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 6, 2010 17:30:40 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The jade of his eyes moved in her direction through slits; his temper was not to be tampered with at the moment. Apparently his shouting and kicking and heated stares had done little to guide her into running along and minding her own business. She had followed him and tapped on one of his broad shoulders. The young man snapped his head back at her and skipped forward, away from her. He spun around immediately, sure to keep on his very sullen face. However, the girl who faced him now seemed to be anything but sullen like he.
It was extremely difficult to comprehend any kind of reason behind her urge to speak with him. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t understand it one bit, in fact. If there was anything that he knew about anything it was that you left a pouty trouble maker alone unless you were interested in some trouble yourself. She didn’t look like she was looking for any trouble though…
She seemed small… breakable almost. But then again he got that a lot from the bigger guys and he usually managed. There was something different about her compared to him. He could practically smell it. That sweet looking little face of hers that was surrounded by locks of full brown hair was one of those tricks women were so fully capable of. They looked so harmless and welcoming, like they wanted to take you up in their arms and make everything alright (granted some looked like fucking bears that made your eyes tear). She was just like the other ones. A delicate looking beauty framed in perfect waves of brown hair, soft skin that looked like a painted doll, and a cute little outfit to get the on lookers to take a second glance. The whole thing made him look away in quick disgust. It was horribly bitter sweet disgust.
His lips twisted in a pungent grin. His fingers twitched at his sides and his arms stiffened up holding back the complete annoyance that he felt by her presence. His throat was tight while he held back any sexist or biased slurs that he was tempted to throw at her.
Estella? Fuck, even her name screeched out brat didn’t it? Didn’t Estella mean like star or something? Oh sweet God, she was a damn perfect thing. It almost made a soft growl rumble in his throat but he managed to make sure that his spark of irritability disappeared.
“Well that’s just wonderful,” he answered her stiffly, still with the awkward grin on his lips. He tilted his head, his right hand shooting up to tug at the crunchy spikes in his hair. “And I’m Jack. Jack Dawson, good to meet you. I’m smooth as melted chocolate and have a hot naked chick waiting at my apartment to draw her, so I’m in a helluva rush.” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder now, backing away. “So see you later, little star.”
Again Jett spun around but this time it was in the opposite direction of her. Right now girls were not something he wanted to deal with. In fact, he didn’t want to deal with any living creature on this entire planet because if he had to… it would be bad. Yeah, it would be bad, really bad. So he started back on his way, waving off her offer casually.
Who did that little babe think she was anyways? The terminator? In a world like this only the terminator could invite strangers to lunch, not frail looking teenagers with slip on shoes and perfectly soft looking hair. She was just asking to get raped and/or killed wasn’t she? One of those government scumbags would eat her alive. Maybe… for all he knew she was a spy. Oh fuck that. WORDS 634
NOTES NO NOTES.
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 6, 2010 18:08:25 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella was glad to see him turn around to face her. At least he took the time to notice her. She was simply ecstatic that she was going to make a new friend. And what a funny story it would be because they were in an alleyway. They could look back on this day and laugh.
The same sugary, heart-stopping grin that was once on her face showed itself again; this time, it was somewhat slower at making its entrance. She tried to beat down her stupid, goofy-looking smile, but it was difficult to do when you were her and were excited.
Estella couldn't see very well in the darkness, as could really anyone, but she could tell a bit of sternness in his figure. She couldn't imagine why, but he was tense, certainly. Perhaps, she thought, it was from his ordeal, whatever it was.
She was going to blurt out something cheesy, something that would have made her feel fuzzy inside, but would probably make him vomit; however, it seemed that he had something to say, and Estella was certainly all ears if she heard someone else's voice.
Jack Dawson? Where had she heard that name before? She knew it certainly couldn't be his name. That wasn't possible, otherwise, he would look familiar to her. No, what was it? Painting a naked girl? And suddenly something clicked in her head. He was describing that guy from that one movie. And, also, what was with him calling her a little star?
"You're not Jack. Wait!" Estella called out, trailing after him. "You know, I just wanted to know what was bothering you! It's very rude to lie to someone, especially straight to their face." If there was anything she loathed, it was impoliteness. And if this boy was going to continue to be ungentlemanly, then her feathers would be thoroughly ruffled.
"If you didn't want to be bothered, you could have just said so. I mean, I can handle it. You aren't going to hurt my feelings, by any means!" Estella added, almost with a certain fieriness. By God, she wouldn't be ignored and she wouldn't tolerate a foreboding person like him.
However, with her lecturing and whatnot, she felt like she was being somewhat unfriendly. She didn't want to give off an air of trepidation or an intimidating aura. Now she just needed a way of fixing what she had started.
"So," she started calmly, managing her temper. As she paused, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what's troubling you? Because, like I said, I'm a good listener and I promise I can cheer you up. I'm great at it."
Even though she was missing her dinner, Estella was not the least bit concerned. Her focus was more on getting this person to be more respectful, or at least answer her question. She didn't need his sarcasm or his bold-faced lies. What was wrong with a simple answer? It wasn't like she was going to tell the world his problems. Estella was an awesome secret-keeper.
WORD COUNT536
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESestella gets kind of rawr xP
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 6, 2010 19:00:13 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He heard her call his lie and then shout after him, but he wasn’t going to wait for her. He was obviously leaving because he didn’t want to be there. He wasn’t trying to cover up the fact that he was not in the mood to stand around and have idle chat with some strange girl with a good-natured grin. In fact, he could really care less about the girl with the good-natured grin. There was only one girl that he cared about- one he had cared about. And what did that blond bitch go and do? She went ahead and fucked him over with some twelve year old. Okay so maybe he wasn’t exactly twelve but… that wasn’t even the point! The point was that there was more than that punk ass kid and she wasn’t even bothered that Jett had some kind of feeling about that. She didn’t care and she never had. He had been nothing to her! Absolutely nothing! And he had given her everything that he was… fucking bitch!
The thought of the girl sent him going faster down the dark path. It also pushed the thoughts of the painted doll, star named girl further and further away from him. Her footsteps were gone to him. Her existence was practically unknown again. The picture of the blond was the only thing setting at the front of his mind now. Her blond hair all tousled with hot red painted lips… she was the only one he wanted to think about.
Damn… she was addictive.
The girl was ranting on behind him- it was nonstop. Maybe that was why the blond clouded his thoughts. Thoughts of her always manage to puncture his common sense and leave him lost in a static wonderland. She was comforting… she made all the bad dissipate. Ironic how she had broke apart his heart only a few minutes before… and days before. She did it over and over but he always went back because she made him forget this. She made him forget reality.
Reality like this little bitch following him around…
Jett ignored her though by clenching his fists and pretending she was just a speck of nothing. It helped a little bit since he was still pretty pissed and filled with about a dumpster full of mixed feelings. Unfortunately she wouldn’t just disappear though. She was persistent and soon placed a hand on his shoulder. Like the last time she had touched him, Jett lurched forward away from her grasp and whirled around to face her. The only difference now was that he went ahead and let the full on annoyance show on his face. He gave her a full on scowl.
“Look, bitch, I don’t need anyone to listen to me about anything!” That sounded kind of strange… in any case… “It’s none of your business so why don’t you keep your pretty little nose out of it!”
He drew in a long breath and shook his head at her while turning again. “Go paint your nails or something.” WORDS 510
NOTES LITTLE SHORTER THAN MY OLD STUFF. BUT I'M HAPPY WITH IT :3
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 6, 2010 19:43:11 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) She was really starting to get annoyed now. This man - no, little boy - was becoming an increasingly greater nuisance. He couldn't just be straightfoward, no. He had to avoid her and ignore her. Something that Estella would not let him get away with. Mostly because that was something like not getting her way. She wanted someone to talk to, and if he wasn't going to talk, then she was going to get real mad, real fast.
What really set Estella off was as soon as he turned to her, he found the courage to call her a bitch. Like flipping on a switch, her facial expression turned from sweet and innocent to the look of death in her eyes. A grave scowl crossed her features; the corners of her mouth weren't upturned like normal; instead, they were digging deep into her jaw. All the blood from her face left her; all signs of Estella Eris had disappeared.
"Excuse you!" growled Estella snappishly. "I don't think you know who you just insulted! If I had half a mind to, I would have the authorities on you in a split second. I would make them hunt you down and beat you until you couldn't walk straight!"
Her teeth ground against each other angrily, but after a few moments of smoldering, she finally regained her composure. However, her eyes still had quite a dangerous flicker to them. "You know, you are just despicable. All I wanted was to make you feel a little better, and you call me a bitch. I don't understand that at all!" she commented, almost to herself. Estella was honestly confused by his behavior. She had never come in contact with someone so... confusing! Didn't everyone want to be happy? Or was just this guy some freak who loved to be abused?
Estella had failed to notice at the time, but he had mentioned that it was none of her business. Just now, it had registered through her brain, and she felt out of line for her outburst. Then again, calling someone a foul name was disrespectful and a little hurtful.
"You're not a very nice person, are you?" she asked quietly after a few moments. Her eyes danced around him skittishly, afraid that she may turn to stone if she looked directly at him or something along those lines. They skipped and fluttered about until finally, she found that she had nothing else to say to him. As if they had given up, her optics stared at the ground, defeated and yielding.
Estella hadn't really thought that anyone could be so heart-wrenchingly abhorrent. He had plucked a heart string or two by telling her to stay out of his business. She only tried to be useful, but in turn, she only got angry and threatened to have him beat up. What kind of person did that make her? A person with good intentions, surely.
She thought seriously about apologizing to him, but she wasn't the one who did anything wrong! She was just trying to make a new friend, and he has to go and be all grumpy. Well, Estella was not above being the better person. In fact, she was going to wait until he apologized, because she was indeed spoiled. He had hurt her feelings, and he was going to say sorry for it. She wasn't moving until he did so.
WORD COUNT577
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESthe feelings are hurteded ):
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 11, 2010 10:13:17 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was shouting at him now. She was filled up with anger over him and now she was going to let it all out. In all honesty, Jett was not completely surprised by it. Many people treated him in this way because he treated them quite poorly in return. He didn't care... he just didn't give a fuck at all!
Didn't think he knew who he insulted? By the way she reacted and by the sounds of shit she was yelling at him, he was pretty sure she was some upper class dog who was dumb enough to roam the back of an alley at night since maybe she believed that this perfect city really was perfect. Christ, she was an idiot. Did she know who she was getting herself into? Her petty threats of beating him to a pulp with some macho government (or not) swine was not impressing him in the least bit. He had heard it all before. He had gotten the threats, he had been yelled at in the dark and in the light of day. Frankly, he just didn't give a fuck if he pissed someone off or not anymore. It was their problem. But when they didn't want to lay off it was his too.
She wanted to make him feel better? She was an idiot. He gave her the middle finger over his shoulder for that one and continued at his quick pace forward.
She could mope around in her anger somewhere else. And hopefully drop dead while she was at it.
He felt his skin crawl at her silent comment though and he stopped in his tracks. The hate in his veins began to boils and make his entire body feel hot and flushed. He snapped his jade eyes around at her, turning his entire body to face her. Jett marched right back up to that little bitch and stuck a long, skinny pointer finger toward her throat. A very unpleasant expression had come over his face now. It almost looked like he had just smelled a giant pile of shit and just realized that he had stepped in it.
"You stupid, painted up, whore," he growled at her. "I'm not very nice?! I'M NOT NICE?! All my life I have to deal with smarty, shit flinging, hypocritical, scum like you who just think that they can go around and think they can fix me!! Well get this, you evil fuck, I'm not in need of your help! I'd rather you called your stupid friends to beat me than accepted any kind of help from you!"
He turned away now, feeling the rage boil over. It had already popped it's hot lava out at her. His fists had curled up into tight balls, turning his knuckles whiter than they already were and his finger tips were making his palms sore. But he could not release the pressure. He couldn't let go until everything in his mind had simmered down and he was in the confinement of his bedroom, tearing bedsheets apart to compensate for bodies. WORDS 513
NOTES HE'S NOT A HAPPY BOY \:
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 12, 2010 6:07:12 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella had never met such a rude boy in all her life. Really, what was his reason in being so mean to her? She was only wondering what was going on, and she wanted to fix it. Was there any harm in that?
But he had gone and made her mad, and that was certainly an ugly side of Estella. However, he was probably lucky that she wasn't enraged, furious, like she normally got. She had only gotten a bit upset. She didn't want to show the ugly side of her, because she wanted to make friends with this apparently ungrateful boy.
She hadn't thought very much about her question she had asked in a hushed tone. It just sort of oozed from her lips unvoluntarily. Alas, as she was about to say something about it, suddenly she was faced with an angry Jett, pointing at her in an intimidating fashion. Estella was a bit dazed, as this all happened so fast. And even now, she was being yelled at, being called a whore and scum and an evil fuck. Why? She had no idea. She had just asked if he was not nice.
It took a moment for all of his insults and comments to register, but when they did, Estella was on the verge of tears. She held them back only by biting her lip severely. She didn't want to cry in front of a stranger.
"I wasn't trying to fix you," Estella said meekly. "Everyone has their flaws. I mean, you saw mine. I don't think you had any reason to yell at me." She searched the shadow of the alley for his eyes, but he had turned away from her now. That was alright. If he was anything like Medusa (and she almost believed that maybe he was related to her), he would turn her to stone if she looked into his eyes.
She chewed on her lip for a moment, pondering what else to say to him, if anything at all. "But it's alright. I accept your silent apology," Estella added with a light sense of humor. She really detested tense situations, and usually tried to cheer people up rather than yell or bicker at them. "We could try to get along, you know. Don't you think that would be easier than coming up with mean insults to say?"
She was naive, sure, but she had the money and the friends to back up her stupid shit. Despite her intellect, Estella was not what one would call street smart. It certainly showed as she was talking to a rough-looking stranger in an alley. And she kept talking to him even after he had basically told her to fuck off. She was persistent, he at least had to give her that.
Estella didn't think that she was making a foolish choice. She honestly tried to get along with everyone, but there were just those people who refused to do the same. Even if they thought that way, Estella wouldn't. She was practically a welcome mat, and she would do just about anything to make peace.
WORD COUNT530
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESi think i lost a few IQ points writing this x)
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 12, 2010 20:52:27 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You know what this sort of felt like? This situation, this girl, sort of made him feel like he was talking to some kind of Disney character. A little outburst because he was being a mean freak and now the little sweetheart just couldn’t understand why he was such a mean person. Not even after what he had just said to her. Oh dear, poor girl! Yeah, not really. This realization only frustrated him more.
How did the plot of your typical Disney movie go? Well, Beauty and the Beast could be an example here. Kind of… except he wasn’t the one who was a bratty prince… and she wasn’t a sweet, intelligent beauty. Okay, so maybe she was more of a Dory from Finding Nemo. Oh what did it even matter!? Life wasn’t a Disney movie! He told her what his deal was about her and why he wanted her to get lost! She just needed to stop being a Dory and realize that the world didn’t work like a little kid’s television shows! There couldn’t be some optimistic hero going around and cheering up the super gloomy, bitter people. That was the stupidest thing ever! And if this girl thought that she had just caused him to have some kind of epiphany of what a help she was really trying to be then she was out of her fucking mind. And if she was just doing this to make herself feel like she was doing good for others than she was just… stupid.
“I DON’T WANT TO GET ALONG!” I told her with a loud laugh. “JESUS! WHY DON’T YOU BUZZ OFF?”
He was purposely causing all the loud noises, getting people to turn on lights and peek through their blinds down at the scene. Hopefully that would get some things stirred and give her a reason to get lost. Why would this stuck up princess want to stick around if the authorities showed up? Even he didn’t want to stick around then, but he would. He’d rather give them a run for their money but he wouldn’t mind running his mouth off at them either. Besides, he could always run those numbskulls around the block.
The teenager beat his palm against some trash bins as he walked by them and kicked debris along the alleyway up against the brick wall as hard as he possibly could. He enjoyed it more so whenever it was a can. That way the sound was a loud echoing clang. That was sure to piss some people off. Sure enough, someone poked their head out to request that the lady and her friend quiet down before he got the authorities to come out. Jett though, could care less about that man. In fact, he wanted him to keep shouting at them. One way to do that, right? Provoke the guy.
“HEY! HEY, BALDY! WHY DO YOU COME DOWN HERE AND MAKE US BE QUIET?” he shouted with a big grin on his lips. “ESTELLA WANTS TO MAKE FRIENDS! MAYBE YOU COULD BE HER FRIEND, BALDY!”
The man’s face looked utterly disgusted as he stared down at Jett, skimming him up and down. “Young man, you and your Estella best be on your way! IMEDIATELY!” Jett heard the rise in his voice and his eyes seemed to dance with a mischievous glow. This was what he did best; rile people up and push at their buttons. He liked to make them have an outburst. That was always really fun!
“HEEEEEEEY, WHERE YA GOIN’, BALDY?” Jett shouted as he jumped up onto a closed dumpster. He landed with a hard thud and made sure to stomp around as he pressed his hands against the brick wall and looked up toward the bald man’s window. “CALLIN’ THE OLD NIGHT WATCH ON US? I’M SCARED NOW, BALDY!” WORDS 641
NOTES RIOT! BAHAH.
TAGS ESTELLA INCA ERIS
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 13, 2010 9:03:35 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) This was completely insane. She had been taking a shortcut to go to a restaurant and then a crazy boy starts yelling through an alleyway. The next thing she knew he was waking up people, causing a lot of trouble for both her and him.
Estella was a good girl, and the last thing she wanted was to have the authorities called after her. It seemed like the guy she was talking to didn't mind, but she sure as Hell did.
However, Estella was too submissive to say anything about it. Instead, she stared at him in a sort of trance-like awe. She couldn't believe someone could be so stupid as to intentionally start trouble.
"Wait, no, he doesn't mean it! You're not bald; you look very nice!" Estella called after Jett, running up to the base of the dumpster he was standing on. She stood on her toes, leaning against the dumpster, trying to project her voice up to the man he was yelling at.
"What are you doing!" Estella whispered crossly at the boy. "You can get yourself in trouble, but you shouldn't drag me into it!" She tugged at his shirt, trying to pull him off the dumpster.
This was preposterous. Had she been knocked out or something? She surely wasn't living this experience. And she had evidence as to why she wasn't. For one, no one was as cynical and rude as this boy. Secondly, no one that Estella knew purposely tried to get the authorities called on them. That was how she knew this was some sort of nightmarish dream.
When she realized she must be in a subconscious state, she released Jett and took a step back. Estella took one large, deep breath, exhaled and then smiled, quite amused by the whole situation. "Alright, do your worst, because I must be dreaming. There is no one in the Perfect Nation as impudent and aggressive as you," she concluded to him. "Soon I'll wake up and you won't be here, and that bald guy that you yelled at won't either. Which means I can do this--" with that, she kicked the dumpster, which caused a loud noise to reverberate through the alley. She knocked over a few trashcans that were close by and made sure to kick the trash that fell out all over the alleyway.
Estella looked at the mess she had made for a moment, and she felt almost gratified. "You know, this is sort of fun. Hey, what happens if I do this?" She picked up an average-looking rock and threw it at a window facing the alley. The rock shattered the glass, causing another nuisance to ricochet off the walls of the dark buildings. Estella glanced at the damage she had caused and cocked her head to the side a bit. She placed a hand on her hip, staring over at Jett. The apparent owner of the window had stepped around the fragmented class in her home and when she looked out, she saw Estella there. Out of the corner of her eye, Estella saw the woman quickly disappear, probably to call someone about her window.
"Now, I'm going to wake up, and you, mister Jack or whatever your name is, are going to be gone and this will have never happened, " Estella stated matter-of-factly. She closed her eyes a moment and then opened them hurriedly. She glared over at Jett, who was still there and still seemingly real. A panic shot through her, but she was determined to play this off as a dream. She was going to pretend like she didn't care if this was reality or not, because this boy was the troublemaker type and if she wanted to get along with him, she would have to be the same way. She had already caused trouble, and that was what she was going to get.
WORD COUNT663
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESthis is all a dream 8D
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 13, 2010 19:16:12 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Estella pulled on his shirt, calling up to the man and trying to bring Jett/Jack back down to the ground. For her sake for a moment, he complied and jumped down onto the ground, landing with a hard thud. When he looked back toward her he realized that she looked rather dazed and confused. She shouldn't have been though. She had to have known that he was going to cause some kind of mischief. Especially with her continuing to bother him. People usually guessed that at first sight Jett was one for trouble. Obviously she didn't get that memo and was now very possibly feeling stupid for bothering.
Oh, now wait a minute...
The girl seemed to be going on her own momentary spurt of aggression and uncaring toward the rest of society. A rock had collided with a window and shattered it into pieces. The sound had easily caught the attention of others and Jett could see lights coming on and people were shouting down at them now, threatening to call the authorities for sure. She'd damaged someone's property. Now there was no doubt that they were going to have someone over here soon. That was one thing that The Perfect Nation was eerily good at. Keeping the peace. And keeping their secrets.
He laughed (loudly) and shook his head, following her now as she kicked things and pushed them over. Jett just trailed along pushing around some of the debris with his foot or he crushed bits of glass and other mush. He wasn't going to stop her. He wanted to go ahed and freak her out when she realized that she was doing something completely stupid because none of this was a dream. Of course, she was doing her best to convince herself that now that she had caused so much damage. Jett looked up toward the windows, making eye contact with a few older people staring down at them with worried old faces. Surely they had called in for some help by now if they were just standing there watching. Old people always called.
"Hey, psycho!" he called over to her. "You might want to haul ass now. Unless you want the dream coppers to come and get you!" Then he turned his back to her and cupped his hands around his mouth. "HEY, ESTELLA DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB OF FUCKING THIS PLACE UP, HUH? LET'S GIVE HER A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"
Jett started give her the old golf clap and slowly turned to face her. A smirk over his lips.
"Looks like you caused enough trouble here. I'll just be on my way then. You're a natural."
Just as Jett gave her a wave of his hand his ears picked up a sound. It was sirens. He raised his eyebrows up at her with excitement, like he was happy for her. It was like a graduation. She went from being a perfect angel to becoming one of his kind. Now she would forever bare the badge and everyone would always keep it in mind. Unless her family was one of the people who could make other people disappear. But he'd see about that. He'd see if he disappeared.
"Sounds like your ride." WORDS 542
NOTES COPPERS?
TAGS ESTELLA INCA ERIS
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 13, 2010 19:58:07 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella felt that she did a good bit of damage to this place. She was happy that the boy she had met wasn't yelling at her now. Instead, he was seemingly a little pleased at what she had done. She hardly noticed what he shouted up that the people looking on at them. She was too excited about gaining some kind of approval.
Estella was usually pretty stubborn, but as naive as she was, she could ocassionally be impressionable. This, unfortunately, was one of those times. Though she didn't exactly believe she was dreaming anymore, she didn't want to give up the affinity she had with Jett.
She was becoming very ignorant of the people who were spectating above her. She was, instead, thinking of new ways to get in trouble; anything that would cause less conflict with Jett.
Her eyes wandered toward the broken glass below the window she had shattered. That was already said and done. She wasn't sure what else she could do in this alley other than maybe yell or sing or something. It didn't seem likely that anyone really cared anymore, seeing as how neither her nor this boy was going to be quiet.
Only when Jett spoke did Estella snap back to what little reality she found herself in. "Wait. You're leaving? You can't just leave," she said, a frantic hint to her tone. She took a few steps toward him. If he ran, she was going to be right behind him.
Estella felt a prickling anger boiling at the back of her throat, but was swiftly quelled by the surprise of sirens. As she heard them roar down the road, she jumped, afraid of the sudden noise. "You can't leave me here by myself. That's not fair," she stated weakly. The aggression she had had toward the trash cans and the trash was suddenly lost and she became her former self. "Can't we both find somewhere to hide?" Estella questioned, a little unsure herself. The authorities probably wouldn't let a disturbance by with just a simple search. It would be rather thorough, so trying to find a hiding spot would be fruitless.
She took a deep breath (and almost forgot to exhale) as she fretfully looked around the alley for some kind of escape. Her eyes fluttered and flitted around every building, but sadly, there was nowhere to hide unless she just started running through random alleys. But that would most likely hurt her more than help her.
Finally, she turned back to Jett, a fearful expression across her delicate features. "Please, please, take me somewhere. I don't want to get caught either," she added. Estella would beg and plead until he either caved in or left her in tears. Either way, she was going to be doing something she didn't want to do. She really didn't want to be dragged off through some dark alley wit this boy, but she also didn't want to get caught. She figured her chances with Jett were a lot higher than with the authorities. Even if she was part of a wealthy family, being seen with someone like her comrade there would only tack onto the trouble she was in now. Wealthy people just didn't associate themselves with people like him. It was bad luck, or something.]
WORD COUNT567
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESthis is the real bonnie and clyde >:3
TAGjett
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 13, 2010 20:37:07 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her sudden change in demeanor only caused him to laugh out even louder than before. In fact, Jett doubled over, holding his sides to add to the affect as he laughed. Her confidence had suddenly drained right out of her and Jett was now her only guardian angel for miles (even if he didn't quite look the part). Her choices were suddenly limited and his were the endless ones. He could help her out and hide or or just as easily leave her behind. It was all up to him now and, hot damn, did he love having the sudden shift in power! This was all fun and games for Jett. When he was bored and pissed off this was what he did. She, on the other hand, probably read books and painted her nails. Estella Whatshername was now out of her comfort zone completely. She was in the hands of he or the authorities. Wonderful!
She really needed to stop with those pained and saddened expressions. She looked like she was ready to cry and that only amused him even more. He took his time with this, letting the sounds of the sirens sink in and the shouts from the windows really hit her now. It was a horrible rain of sounds that a girl like her did not want to be standing underneath. Jett had an umbrella for that by now. Yeah, it was filled with holes and weak spots but he could hold up far better than this girl could.
Jett finally managed to stop his laughing and straightened up. A broad smile was still on his face but he looked more composed again and was now trotting over toward her. He grabbed onto her wrist and tugged her toward him. "Come on, you dumb bitch," he laughed. "Apparently I need to hide you or something."
One might have thought that from here Jett would have hightailed it out of that alleyway. Oh but he had far better ideas than that! Instead he pulled her up onto the dumpster that he was once standing on and rushed over toward the broken window that she had done in early. He kicked in the rest of the glass and then swung one leg into the window and then the next. He never let go of her arm. Not until he dropped in the window completely. Then he gave her a peace sign, "this way or no way!" With that he whirled around and darted down the hallway, a few people screaming upstairs while he went through the building.
He didn't check to see if she was following him. She either was or wasn't, it was her choice.
As soon as he saw another opening that wasn't infested with humans he took it. His boots slid over the floor with a small squeak and then he was through some doors and found himself on an empty bedroom floor. Jett quickly found the shoot for the laundry and slipped into it. Like he expected he landed in a pile of dirty clothing. He moved around in the large bin until he was away from the opening of the shot. Then he gave a huff and looked up to see if that girl had followed him or not.
The laundry room was almost completely dark, only a few strand of light peaked through. Not to mention it smelled like... dirty people. But he brushed it off. He was safe for now and that felt good. Really good. WORDS 585
NOTES LOL SHE'S PATHETIC xDDD
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 13, 2010 21:16:30 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) This was terrible. What had she done? She was now having to rely on this total stranger who obviously liked to see her do bad things. Estella didn't understand how someone could be like that. And on top of that, she was almost into tears. If it wasn't for her utter confusion, she would have already broken down.
The only thing she could hear was the sirens and Jett's laughter. Why he was laughing, she had no clue. He was an evil boy, and Estella didn't deny it. His merriment only made her panic, which caused her cheeks to flush with heat, a symptom just before a person usually cried.
However, her mood swiftly snapped to a dazed, blank state as he grabbed her wrist and started pulling her along. She followed without so much as a complaint that he was hurting her arm or to ask where he was going. All she knew was that she was on top of a dumpster and then she was clambering through a broken window.
When he let go of her, Estella's mind became mush, and she couldn't exactly comprehend what was going on. When he sprinted away from her, though, her body seemed to react faster than her brain did. Her legs carried her behind him, trying to keep up, but found herself a bit lost for a moment. In that moment, Jett slipped away from her. She looked about her, and as she fretfully searched for him, burning tears rolled down her cheeks. She was lost and scared.
A noise that caused her to gain some confidence was the sound of something moving. She hastily followed suit to the noise, just in time to see Jett diving down the laundry shoot. She was repulsed by the thought, but if it was only her way out, then Estella was going to follow.
She gave him a moment to move, and then she snaked through the shoot and plummeted down into the dirty clothes. She gave a squeak of disgust, but nothing more as she moved about the bin.
"I'm so scared," Estella cried out in a hushed whisper. She placed her hands on her face and let the tears flow, finally, down her cheeks and around her fingers. The tears simply continued to pour from her ducts, without Estella even putting up a fight. She was terribly frightened, and she didn't care if this boy saw her cry or not anymore. She wasn't the bad girl she had acted like when she thought she was dreaming. She was a pampered, spoiled princess like everyone thought she was. Estella was everything bad about wealthy people and she had no good traits (or so this boy apparently thought). He had, afterall, called her a name every time he spoke to her. It was hurtful, but she tried to brush it off. He was a stranger, so he didn't know her. Though, he could probably tell (especially now) that she wasn't very tough or as quick-witted in the face of danger as he was.
WORD COUNT521
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESshe is very pitiful xD
TAGjett
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