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{A Dandy Dreamed What It Means To Die}


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« on: 07/18/2011 17:56 »
He felt very fucking flustered, for lack of a better word. He chewed the end of his pencil, staring at the pictures he'd been drawing, chuckling to himself after awhile, looking to the ceiling in his room. His music vibed through the room, shattering the things that had always come against him. Perhaps the end will come tonight, so hurray for the winners, The man sang. His hand clutched the blanket beneath him and he sighed softly to himself, slipping out the bed and looking for his clothes. He dug through the drawers, slipping on a tie and a button up shirt and a pair of leather pants that were sort of baggy.

Bad memories attacking him, he thought of one of his boyfriends that it had been like Stockholm Syndrome, the fucking rapist. Eventually the man had treated him nice. It was weird, wasn't it? No one had ever really been nice to him. He had had one real girlfriend, her name was Ava. Stuff just happened at really bad times for him, all at once. He smoothed his tie, prancing out the room, his sketchpad in hand, peering around for his parents and slipped out the door, smoking a cigarette. The water wasn't doing no good anymore, everything felt filthy to him. But he wasn't going to get depressed, he kept telling himself that. He sat on the swing, drawing a few other things, adding lyrics that had fucking meant something to him. Maybe it was his motherfucking lucky day, finally.

He got his 'man purse' and started out the door, ignoring his parents calls and got into his car. He was very very hungry. Once arriving at a bar he sunk his teeth into the closest most disgusting person he could find, sucking their blood without mercy. His hands gripped their sexless throat in his hands and mashed their vocal cords. He threw up some of the blood, but was soon sitting at the bar, ordering a drink, and some food. One friend, one friend was all he needed. Or maybe not.
Finally, it's my lucky day
'Cause this shit never happens to me

Joscelin

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« Reply #1 on: 07/20/2011 13:30 »
A willowy ebony woman walked through the partially open bar door, and up to the bar. Her yellow-green eyes scanned the crowd, sparse as it was, for potential fun. Her hair was tightly curled and in a small afro on the top of her head elaborately colored in strong dark colors. Like indigo, ruby, moss green, and black. She had a classic bone structure that was nice but not stunning. She was an average weight for a human woman. She wore flats emerald color to match her semi-long sleeve scoop neck top. She wore black skinny jeans that looked good on her. Having finally overcome her aversion to being inside buildings, Joscelin had taken to being part of the night life of town.

She walked to the middle of the bar, where it seemed the least crowded, and schmoozed a drink off of the bar tender. She smiled at him and flirted a bit before she wandered off to see what else was taking place in the bar. There was a local band in the back doing some sort of rock music. At least she hoped that was what they were going for. Joscelin wandered around for awhile talking and flirting here and there. She wandered back up to the barman and schmoozed another drink from him.

That's when she saw the male. He was dressed somewhat classy for a bar. And he was munching on some food. He seemed closed off to the rest of the world. She slowly made her way over to him trying not to be noticed so much. She was trying to get a feel for him.

She sat down a seat away from him and watched the t.v. behind the bar with false intrest.
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« Reply #2 on: 07/20/2011 17:33 »
He turned suddenly as it felt he was just stuffing his face. "Hey." Was she just distracting herself? He wondered, partially interested in her behaviour then again not so much. He had such a loathing for people these days. He hated his life. No wonder he was feeling suicidal, he felt so pressured, and it was turning homicidal. Obviously. He'd never dreamed one day he'd be a killer, but here he was, slaughtering then enjoying another meal after. It sucked. And so did everyone. He could lament forever it felt. He'd noticed her when she came in. He felt so drunk on just about everything, but he was still hungry. Something was missing, something was wrong and he couldn't shake it from his head.
Finally, it's my lucky day
'Cause this shit never happens to me

Miguel

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« Reply #3 on: 07/21/2011 08:09 »
Miguel went into the very same bar. He'd missed his Smurfy. But he would find him, no doubt. Hanging around the guy for so long made it pretty easy. "Smurf!" He said, or was it Murphy now? He didn't seem happy and he took back the welcoming greeting, or wished he could. Smurf just smiled at him. Miguel looked to the girl he had talking to him and was a little surprised but it had been awhile since they talked. At least it was a smile, he hadn't seemed very happy, the werewolf sat down at the bar and looked for something to eat, finding his stomach turn at all the fried foods. "I want some Chinese..." He wasn't into the whole blood feeding thing, though he'd never intended to be a werewolf. He didn't like eating people, either. But sometimes, it happened. He decided he'd hang out with Smurf and his lady friend. Which he knew was sort of rare for Smurf but Miguel didn't care! "Hello," He said to Joscelin, offering his hand, which was smooth on the backs and rough on the insides. "I'm Miguel,"

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Alice-justAlice

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« Reply #4 on: 07/24/2011 13:41 »
A pair of womens size six hiking boots tapped a strange rhythm on the sidewalk, as a disturbed melody was hummed on her pursed lips. Big brown eyes stay hidden under waves of long dark tresses, starred down at tattered skirts that played as a place mat for a chocolate chip bagel.
Thin Pale fingers pulled and picked away pieces of the bread treat, gathering crumbs on the white skirt.

a small beige rat with a piece missing from his left ear, and the end of his tale permanently bent, crawled into her lap as she offered him a small piece of the treat. He nibbled away at it feverishly as he stayed seated on her leg.

She noticed many people walking into the bar the bench they sat on was in front of. She noticed a strangely quiet man walk in that stunk of fresh death, and a willowy woman.

Alice thought about these people wondering about them and all their possibly unique abilities or even if they were nice individuals or a couple of equally strange creatures with no interest in niceness.

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« Reply #5 on: 09/01/2011 13:05 »
He felt smothered by the sudden people around him, even if it was Miguel, and the rest of the people in the bar. He turned his head, looking for an out and his brown eyes rested on a girl feeding a creature in her lap. He jumped from his seat suddenly, turning his eyes to his dark complected friend to join him if he wanted. He bit his lip and looked to Joscelin .... What he'd just done was so out of character, feeding and then again feeding. It wasn't like him at all, actually but it was what happened when he'd been pushed too far.

He walked towards the door, shooting Alice another glance and his steps toggled and he slumped into the seat across from her, a smile actually forming across his soft lips.

"Hey."

He had definately grown from a boy from a man, and he was unsure if his friends had ... But he had matured, maybe not them. Miguel had stuck around but he hadn't always been great. He could be trouble, Miguel. He searched for her eyes under her long dark hair. He liked her look a lot.

"Who's your friend?"

His voice softened, becoming more gentle.
Finally, it's my lucky day
'Cause this shit never happens to me

Alice-justAlice

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« Reply #6 on: 09/03/2011 12:26 »
Her dark brown eyes looked up from under her long dark hair at the man before her. She softly petted the damaged rodent in her lap that continued to nibble on the chocolate chip bagel.

Her silence was her only answer. She starred at him for a moment before looking back down to the rat in her lap as she tucked her feet under her chair. The Rodent stopped and looked up to the girl then over to the man who spoke to her. He took up a piece of bagel into his small claws and jumped down onto the ground and left it at the man's feet, before quickly scurrying back to Alice's feet with a slight limp.

Alice softly patted her furry friend's  head and allowed him passage into her small pale hands as she picked him up and placed him back into her lap.

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« Reply #7 on: 09/08/2011 23:43 »
Joscelin jumped in her seat when the male she was sitting near whipped his head around and said, "Hey." Her startled cat eyes met his. She had just opened her mouth to reply to him when a different male came into the bar and yelled something that sounded like Smurf, then plopped down on the stool next to hers and introduced himself as Miguel.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miguel." Her eyes strayed back to... Smurf. When she was about to speak to him again he stood up and walked away. he looked a little harried as if he was trapped and needed to leave. Too many people around. She can understand that. She was like that when she had first left her home island.

When he had settled down with a different female and started what seemed to be a one sided conversation, she turned to Miguel and said,"Does your friend do this often?" She softened her comment with a smile stirring her drink with the itty bitty straw they give you.

She turned and braced her back against the side of the bar while she spoke to Miguel. Her eyes stayed on the Smurf person while he conversed (tried really) with the new female and her injured pet. Joscelin wondered what would make the male fear groups.
Let us play a game shall we?

 

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