haha, cool song.
Ryan lifted her shirt above her head, taking it off, then discarded it on the floor. Eyes shining, he sat back to admire the view. Although it was better than any ocean scene, Ryan didn't look upon Scar's body for too long. He kissed her again, this time with greater urgency. The time for restraint was gone. He unhooked her bra and kissed her chest. Ryan pulled back, eyes glazed over with lust and love.
Sebastian leaned against the wall, wondering again what the h3ll he had been thinking. He shook his head ruefully. It was a good kiss, from his experience, which wasn't much from the start. He waited for her, looking around. Only his eyes belied his caution.
Sorry!!
Timeskip
Ryan smiled in his sleep, arms wrapped around Scar.
Josh narrowed his eyes, but he had to admit: She was good. A smile threatened, and he suppressed it. Not intelligent to give in to her, to soften at all. Sighing, he reached up again to turn the light off. Better. With a stony-cold voice, he did as she said, elaborating, "Fine. How'd you know I'd been r@ped? And how is it possible you know so many details of my life?" I've never opened up to anyone, there's no way you could know.
Oh yeah! completely forgot...! so, he stumbled in his house in the wee hours of the morning:
Tom unlocked the door, shoving it open. "F*ck." He laughed at the stupid word. Tom knew he was spectacularly drunk, but what the h3ll? It was freeing. This way, completely plastered, he was too busy trying to walk properly to think about things. A frown played across his face. What had been so troubling? The door swung closed and he flopped onto the couch. His d@mn neighbors were f*cking noisy. It was really hurting his head just now. Listening carefully, he could actually make out a few sounds... They were actually f*cking. Tom laughed. He loved these bubbly feelings he got from being wasted. Everything was funny, or cute, and nothing hurt... Come to think of it, the racket was coming from above. A stupid grin lit up his face. Good. He didn't see Ryan with many girls.
--MORNING (around 11ish)--
Tom groaned, covering his eyes from the glare of the light shining in. He sat up, but immediately regretted it. The room spun with too-bright lights and colors. As if on autopilot, his feet brought him to the bathroom, the sink, then to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, squinting against the glare of its light. Nothing. He checked his wallet. He had 20 bucks. Breakfast at the diner. At least they had good food. With another groan, he began getting ready.
**sorry for the language, tryin to express tom's messed up inner drunk.
Ryan blinked open his eyes. He looked at Scar and smiled. Yet another thing to add to his 'perfect' list.
Sebastian waited, looking around the house. Something made a sound outside. He whipped around, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. The Corpse burst in a minute later, growling. This one was particularly ugly: stomach ripped out, intestines hanging loose. It jaw looked broken, hanging from his face. At least Bastian thought it was a he. You couldn't tell. The thing lunged at him, and, after a brief struggle, Sebastian managed to throw it off of him. This one was tough; it had been in many fights. And it had one. The Corpses were getting smarter, with less food now. It feigned left, then attacked him on the right. Caught off guard, it knocked him over. Sebastian twisted away from the jaws snapping at his shoulder. Sebastian wrestled with it, grunting from the force he had to use.
The whole school knows? Josh winced, realizing that was accurate. It matched with all the gawking stares he got. All the pity and f*cking idiots trying to help him. Come to think of it, how could he have been so oblivious? Maybe he'd been tuning it out, not seeing everything, not really caring. To Riann, out loud, he said, "Well, we've got until 7 a.m. tomorrow. So, shoot." He could see now that this wasn't just some small thing. The untold secret was weighing heavily in the air, like a dark cloud that refuses to give up its rain.
It twisted, snapping at her now. Sebastian grabbed a brick that was handily nearby and swept the distracted Corpse's feet from under it. From there, Bastian jumped on it. The fight ended with a skull-shattering blow to the thing's head. Though he was fighting for breath, Sebastian smiled triumphantly, letting out a whoop. Only after the fact did he realize it was probably a bad idea. If there was one, there were most likely more lurking behind. They'd be here shortly. Then he became conscious of the fact that Mizuki had saved his life. Without her, he'd have been a human happy-meal. "Thanks. I owe you one. But, for now... Let's get out of here. There'll be more."
Ryan kissed her lightly on the nose, playing with her hair. "'Morning." He smiled lazily at her.
Tom grumbled about his hangover. For the thousandth time, he swore he'd never drink again. Ever. He pulled up his jeans and washed his face before taking a aspirin for his headache. With his sunglasses shading his eyes from the world, Tom set out.
Ryan loved looking at her. "Are you hungry?"
Josh hated having to repeat himself. But he took a calming breath and nodded. This was something he wanted to know. And if you wanted something, the first step you took was to ask nicely. "I asked, didn't I?" Nice enough.
Alyzza stared after Cole, wanting to follow him. But Toughy held her back, claiming she was clinging to the 'meager pride she had left'. "Cole... I'm a b!tch." She pulled the blanket off and walked silently out of Cole and Sadie's house. On her way back, she scooped up a few rocks, throwing them at trees and birds and squirrels and things that annoyed her. Did this count as a break-up? Not like she'd know. She'd never had the chance to have a normal life. Right then and there, Alyzza made a snap decision. She was going to see Zack. It'd been a long time. She ran the rest of the way home, changed into her town clothes and headed to the crowded streets and as@hole-filled town.
"twinkle, twinkle, periwinkle. im not lonely, they'l come find me....Oh, twinkle, twinkle, there's a rat. No, wait, it got killed by a cat. Now there's no one to comfort me... Crap! I've gotta pee!" *wails in sadness*
"Hmm... No, I don't think so." Ryan pretended to think it over. "But, if you want month-old pizza for breakfast, be my guest. I'm going to the diner for some flapjacks." Ryan sat up stretching.
"Just around the corner, actually. Short walk away." He stood and dressed as well. Humming, he kissed her. "Ready?" he whispered against her lips.
>>gots to get off. l8r
I am soooo sorry. Havent been on in a while... Thx for keeping it alive. :)
Ryan smiled at Scar, opening the door for her. He couldn't stop smiling, it seemed.
Radiation? This just got a whole lot more interesting... Josh tilted his head, thinking over what little she'd said. What could it mean? How the f*ck was she exposed to radiation? He stayed silent all the while, staring at Riann. It was like a puzzle. She was like a puzzle. Wrapped in mystery, but you could almost see the final picture. Nodding his head, Josh refrained from speaking. He found it drew conversation out of others, silence. He waited for Riann to continue.
what does that mean?
"Positive. I've liked you forever. And you're cute, and thoughtful, and kind... What's not to like?" Alex smiled and brushed his hand across Liam's cautiously.
hi, kiti.... er, this is pafp but if you want to start an rp together, pm me, kay?
After walking around and looking like she had money, Alyzza ducked into the sweets shop (bakery). Zach loved their cinnamon rolls. After all the turmoil with Cole, the routine was calming. Alyzza proceeded to the 'nut house'. She checked in at reception, and walked to Zach's room. She'd been down the familiar hallway so many times, it felt like she'd worn a rut in the floor. She knocked before opening the door. Zach looked up from the book he was reading. She smiled and held up the bakery bag. He smiled and stood, silently inviting her to sit on the bed. Ever since their parents died, he'd been silent. When he was teased about it, he'd go ballistic. Biting and clawing, destroying everything. That's why he was admitted to this god-awful place. "What're you reading?" He showed her the book. "'To Kill a Mocking Bird'. I love that book. Have you eaten yet?" He shook his head. "Good. Don't tell the nurses, but I bought you this. You have to eat it now, 'kay?" He nodded and they ate the cinnamon roll together. For once in her confused life, Alyzza was content. Even if it wouldn't last.
A striking young adult fox trotted along an animal trail near the younger dog. She traversed the path daily and could trace its twists and turns, could pick out every rock and odd bump along the carved dirt trough. The small animal paused, startled by a new scent in the heart of her territory. Where had it come from? Was it dangerous? Her first instinct was to bolt; she was smaller than most of her species and didn't yet have much fighting experience. Her tawny ears flickered, her nose twitched. She parted her muzzle to try to get a better taste of the air. There was something meek in the scent, something young and vulnerable that peaked the fox's curiosity. She padded warily forward and came upon a puppy that would have been dazzling save for it being severely malnourished. Its white fur was touched by beautiful greys and the fox was taken aback. The fox crouched in the underbrush behind the dog, undecided on what to do with this strange skinny creature.
