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Post by hkblood on Nov 17, 2011 13:53:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SHE COULD SEE BY MY FACE THAT I WAS FLYING HIGH The Words: 500 The Outfit: this The Notes: Good morning He placed one more kiss on her neck before she unplugged the tub and he sat there, watching it all drain away. He stared at the drain and it bothered him, watching all the water leave. He didn’t notice that she went downstairs; he was locked on to that drain. The tub empty, naked, numb, he suddenly didn’t feel anything. Staring at the drain reminded him of abuse, neglect, and the pent-up frustrations and aching of losing a child that his father released on him. Nolan had been drunk at the time, sick, spewing vomit into the toilet for minutes that seemed like hours. His father had filled the tub with cold water. His head pushed under….
Are you stupid?
Why do you do this?
To your mother?
To me?
Why couldn’t it have
Been
You?
His hands first clawed at the hands around his neck, to let him go. Let him go, he didn’t do anything wrong. He was trying to cope, too, but there was nowhere to cry, there was always eyes on him, watching him, judging. Alcohol and weed, it helped him forget, be happy. He reached out, unplugged the tub, all water draining around him, his father stepped back. Coughing, silence, gasping, silence, a door slam, silence; his father kicked him out of the house as soon as Nolan was able to walk a straight line. His mother brought him back home after three days, trembling, afraid to lose another.
One child’s life drained away as fast as water in a tub and they never let her go. They never let her rest in peace; she was used to haunt her older brother. They had all loved her and loved each other. Alexandria ….. “I’m sorry.” He whispered aloud and forced himself up and out of the tub. He stumbled out of the tub, laughed a little at himself and a little bit more when he slipped on the floor and he grabbed towel rack to steady himself. He took the towel and patted his face and then wrapped it around his waist. Now he had to find her, wherever she hid among this house of hers.
He made his way back down to his fire, wondering how well he had made it and if stayed going. He found her eating marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. He sat behind her, quietly, only a soft thud of his behind hitting the floor. He was hungry, his insides were burning suddenly to match the flames he stared blankly at, but he couldn’t eat the chocolate and he wouldn’t touch the marshmallows. He would just sit there and burn, while watching her. The rain had let up significantly and maybe Princess would just kick him out to go home. If she did, he’d go to the convenience store and buy a bag of chips with his four dollars. Oh, fuck, chips, they sounded so good right now. Anything that he could get his hands on to eat sounded glorious.
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Post by steph2 on Nov 17, 2011 14:31:50 GMT -5
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Her eyes were fixed on the fire as she felt him behind her and she didn't look at him as she spoke, "Order some food?" she was looking down at her own food, feeling odd that he wasn't taking some but brushing it off. Maybe he didn't like it. She stood, after a brief silence and grabbed her blackberry that was bedazzled in silver, blue, and red striped all around it. She was such a girl. Putting the Russian flag as her bedazzled accessory to her little phone. She unlocked it and tossed it to him, "All the numbers are in my phone book." And with that, she started up the stairs again to go find her wallet which was hidden in her purse.
Reaching her dressing room, she rummaged through her walk in closet full of purses and shoes and clothing, on the hunt for her specific black and gold Versace bag. Grabbing her purple snakeskin wallet, she checked to see how much cash she had and shrugged. She had more than enough. But just before she went to put her bag away, her eyes spotted the orange bottle with her Mama Bear's name on it. She hesitated, wondering if it would be fine to pop a couple when she was still a bit high. She pushed all sense of doubt away. Of course it was fine. Opening it, she poured three little white pills into her hand, a bit higher than the dose on the bottle but that wouldn't hurt. She always took more than necessary anyway. Dry swallowing them, she tilted her head back spo they would go down easier. Why did she even need these? She was fine with him just on heroin right?
No, she wasn't.
She had been touching him, cuddling against him, kissing him slowly instead of rough and kinky like she normally did to guys. Whenever it was rough, it meant so much less. It was just another quick fuck, right? But this was different and she wasn't liking how it was going. She was just enjoying his company and she didn't just enjoy company with men. She used them, chewed them up, spit them out like they were gum and the scum of the earth. She didn't give them the time of day, she was sarcastic and blunt, she was rude and harsh. She wasn't sweet, filled with butterflies and unicorns. She bit, scratched, clawed, sucked, hit, abused. She did exactly what others had done to her and she had no problem with it. With that running through her mind, she took one more just for extra measure. When he fell asleep, if she was even still awake, she'd take another hit. Maybe. She wasn't sure yet.
Not feeling the effects of the pills, she started out the closet and dressing room and then right on down the stairs to where he was, tossing the wallet onto his lap. Surprisingly, she had no credit cards. She did everything in cash which was normal for someone illegally in the country. Going under the round book shelf, she took out a thick blanket and then grabbed some pillow from the small love seat. Then, after handing him a pillow, she snuggled up in front of him again, her back leaning against him as she pulled the blanket on top of them. It was then, after minutes had passed, that the room started spinning and the fire seemed bigger and wilder than she thought it had been moments ago, "I'm a bad person," she suddenly said, coming out just above a whisper. She was transfixed on the fire again and how each speckle of blue looked like it was dancing in place, "but you made me better," she didn't look up at him as she said it, her muscles going a bit limp against him like she was too tired to actually hold herself up. At least she didn't weigh much and she was a twig. Her fingers reached out a bit under the blanket and moved his towel away so she could run her fingertips over his bare thighs but she didn't show much expression on her face-too focused in on the fire and how she was so tempted to reach out and touch it just like she was touching him.
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Post by hkblood on Nov 17, 2011 17:31:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SAIL WITH ME INTO THE DARK, SAIL! The Words: 1210 The Outfit: this The Notes: So much food He had never been told to order food, because he never had the money to pitch for the cost of it. He didn’t eat what she had just because as a whole, he didn’t like smores, couldn’t eat chocolate due to an allergy; he didn’t like the texture of a “raw” marshmallow, and graham crackers were kind of hard to eat with a dry mouth. She was telling him to order food and his poor-man instincts were telling him to do and order as much as he could in hopes to take some home. She tossed him this, god damn expensive phone and marched right up to the stairs. He watched her go, his face mimicking a shocked child. Really? Whatever he wanted. All the numbers were in this phone? He was so damn hungry he didn’t know if he could handle having so much free reign. Oh, the great loads of food he could order, how delicious and perfect and borderline orgasmic it will be to have food made for him, warm, hot food.
He was so happy; he clapped a little at the thought. This would be the first real meal in months, almost a year. All for giving her what she paid for but then the storm couldn’t let him leave? He picked up the phone, finding the Russian part to it so, so fitting for his princess and he scrolled through the contacts. Pizza, he could find boxes with uneaten slices after a party, so he didn’t want that. Italian? Nah, reminded him of his Mom when she had theme dinner night. Thai? Sounded too fancy. Gourmet deli? How could a deli be gourmet? That shit didn’t make sense to him. His mouth dropped, he knew what he wanted! It seemed kind of typical, but Nolan couldn’t remember the last time he had this kind of food.
He dialed the number for Chinese food in a heartbeat. He listened to the dial tone, it sounded so foreign to him. He only used a telephone to listen to his parent’s answering machine. When he was home sick for their, his bed, his own telephone in his room, his computer, his model car he painted once, and a back-prop from a movie his Dad brought home for him. When he missed his mother more than any twenty-five year old man should. He scraped together enough money for a phone call off the ground and called. They never answered unknown numbers and Nolan never left a message.
“Hallo?” Nolan jumped a bit, snapping from his reverie.
“Hi, I’d like to order some Chinese…”
“Delivery or takeout?”
“Delivery, definitely a delivery.”
“Your phone number?”
“Uh, it’s this phone number.”
“What is the number?”
“I don’t know, this is my friend’s phone! Don’t you have caller ID?”
“What is your friend’s name sir?”
“Princess.”
“Princess?”
“Oh, sorry, I always call her that. Svetlana.”
“Last name?”
“I, uh, well you see I can’t pronounce it…”
“Svetlana Dziahileva?”
“Yeah, yeah that’s it.” He hoped.
“What would you like?”
“One of everything.”
Silence. A long pause. Some Chinese words. “Everything?”
“Mhmyup! Good sir we are having a party tonight and we need a lot of food and your business, since it’s so yummy, is what we have chosen. Also, could you add in some drinks? We need some drinks and when I go to your place I see them in the cooler.”
“One of all the drinks?”
“Oh yeah, that would be totally great.”
“1 of everything we have including drinks.”
“Sounds about right.”
“That will be $487.96 sir, no delivery tip included.” Nolan kind of startled and choked on his spit, but at the same time Svetlana threw her wallet into his lap and he opened it up making sure there was enough. And there was, she was rich, of course there would be enough.
“Don’t worry, good sir. We have it covered. We will be eagerly waiting our order.” He hung up and watched her come over with a blanket and a pillow. She handed him the pillow but he wasn’t so sure what she wanted him to do it, so he let herself get all comfortable. She sat down between his legs and rested her back against his chest. She seemed mesmerized by the fire, she mentioned how he made her better and he wondered if she shot up again. Concern swept his face, but he pushed it away to focus on her. As long as she was breathing, she was fine. He’d watch her the entire night, no sleep. He was a dealer, he knew when someone was tripping out. She was, but he didn’t know if it was the skag or she had something else in this house.
She traced her fingertips across his bare thighs and he combed his hand through her long hair, to act like a brush. Her hair was so long and so lovely, he just kept running his fingers down it, freeing of what little snarls she may have had, but she had barely any. He zoned out, just brushing her hair with his fingers, feeling her against him, they were just being. The door knocked a few times and he didn’t hear, or well, he might have but it was in the back of his mind. Her phone buzzed, a call, and he looked at it. The guy knocked again and he snapped his head around. The food!
Pushing her up to sit on her own, Nolan ran up the stairs, to pull on his boxers and his jeans as quick as he could, one leg jumping and trying to get back down to answer. Her phone was still vibrating on the floor where he left it. He went back to her wallet, thumbing around for the bill or bills he was looking for. There was a lot of money in this wallet, but all he really wanted was enough to pay this guy for all the food he was going to get. Finally he found a five hundred and answered the door. The man behind it was irritated, but Nolan’s bright smile was supposed to be reassuring, but he thought it fueled the fire. The guy had three boxes off food in his arms and he forced his way through to the kitchen, cursing about how dark it was before setting it on the table and getting 2 more boxes off food and one box entirely filled with drinks. This was the best gift Nolan had ever seen. He was so hungry and this was all for them.
Nolan gave the guy a thumb up and handed him a five hundred dollar bill. The guy took it, glaring, the tip not being as big as he wanted, Nolan assumed and left the door. Nolan waved and chipped “Bye bye Chinese guy!” He shut the door, wondering if her alarm was fine, before turning to look at Svetlana. “It’s Christmas but with food and drinks!” He practically sang the words before floating, and he swore he was floating, toward the delicious, copious amounts of food he had order with her money. In the morning, she might have realized to never tell a poor man whatever he wanted was a wise idea at all.
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Post by steph2 on Nov 17, 2011 20:27:16 GMT -5
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When he moved away to get the door, she laid on her side, using her arm as a pillow and she watched from the point of view of the world on an angle as he seemed to act like an excited puppy who hadn't seen his owner all day-only with food. She smiled softly, feeling her eyelids droop a bit over her glassy eyes. Soon, her expression fell to a blank one as she starred at the fire again. Money really could buy happiness. She hadn't been happy poor. She considered herself at least a little bit happier now that she had money that she hoped she wouldn't have to replenish anytime soon. Personally, she'd lost her appetite. The extra shot of skag and the pills mixed in made her stomach shrivel up and she preferred laying down and relaxing.
Svetlana's eyelids moved slowly up and down as she watched him from the living room. What did he order? The entire store and then the one down the block too? She mentally shrugged it off. At least there was even food in her house. If anything she'd just make him take it all with him whenever it was he left...if he ever did. She didn't even know. Her head was a mush of colors and sounds and all she saw was the world sparkling and spinning. She curled up into a small ball, pulling the blanket around her flimsy robe, "Make sure you put everything in the fridge when you're done so it doesn't go bad..." she stifled a yawn before she started nodding in and out of sleep. Had she taken the white pills or the blue pills? At the moment she couldn't remember. The white pills were for sleeping but the blue pills were for anxiety. Maybe she took both?
But as she felt herself drifting off on a magic carpet, she let out another large yawn like a kitten ready to go to bed after a large bowl of warm milk, "I never got your name..." she said quietly, mostly to herself, "beautiful," she mumbled before she fully nodded off, curled up in front of the fire with her arm as a pillow and her knees sharply pulled into her body. She'd been so tired and not realized it but he had food and he was warm and safe and not in the rain and she was fine with just that. Fine as long as he was.
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Post by hkblood on Nov 17, 2011 21:54:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] STEAL SOME COVER, SHARE SOME SKIN The Words: 750 The Outfit: this The Notes: Good morning He had so much food before him that a part of him felt embarrassed for ordering this much. He didn’t know how much they would exactly bring, the last time he saw a menu of Chinese food he was in high school and it was decent sized, so he would tell himself that they expanded it and that it was an accident. Opening her fridge, he wasn’t surprised to find stray bottles of alcohol throughout it. He picked each one up, read the label and put them into the door of her fridge so she could get to them. He even took care of the one she had on the counter.
Next, he took care of all the soda he didn’t want to drink tonight, some of it he had never heard before and wondered if he would even like it. After putting them all away, he turned to the boxes of food he ordered. He wanted to try everything, but he knew some of the things would be repeats. He took care of the soups, the multiple boxes of white rice that would supply her forever, it seemed. He then stacked everything according to what meats he could decipher they were. The first shelf ended up being white rice and soups, the third was dominated by chicken and seafood, the forth by beef and pork. He smiled at his handiwork, to resist eating any of them and putting them away. The only one he couldn’t fit without messing up his neatly organized fridge was some orange chicken with vegetables.
Making his way out to Svet, he crouched down in time to hear her murmurs. She wanted to know his name, but she drifted off into slumber from her day – she must have been exhausted. “Nolan,” He murmured, kneeling to pick her up and then stand with her. “My name is Nolan.” He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t want the question to go unanswered unless her walls had ears or something. You would never know with the wealthy these days, they were paranoid about their money and social reputation. He knew she would be no different; therefore, answering was a good thing for his consciousness.
He laid her body down in her bed. She was limp and easy to manipulate so that he could take care of her. He pulled down her covers on one side and slid her body down into them and then rearranged her into the middle of the bed. She moved then, in her sleep to make herself comfortable and he took it as his chance to leave and finish his meal. He watched her from the doorway, paranoid something would happen to her if he wasn’t there to watch her sleep peacefully. He waited a minute, but he was so fucking hungry and a fridge of food and beverages clouded his mind and he succumbed to his own wants just this once.
It tasted so good, he cried while eating because he hadn’t had a meal in a long time. A complete meal, just not scraps or cheap junk food crap from a convenience store. It was so delicious and the soda was not his usual beer stock that he ran around snagging before the people woke up. He usually took anything he could find from parties that were unopened or there was a large access of it one spot, like bowl of pretzels or something. He was so grateful for what Svetlana gave him tonight and he didn’t know how he could ever repay her but it meant so much to him.
He took care of the container and washed the fork and glass he used, replacing them back in their respectful spots. He stood and watched the fire go out and brought her phone and wallet back upstairs to her. He set them on the nightstand neck to her, and sat on the edge of the bed watching her sleep. She was at sleep in her dreams, but he didn’t know if sleeping beside her would be okay with her in the morning. He slipped underneath the covers and pulled her into an embrace. Beside her, he would dream of her and holding her, he knew in the morning they would be together. She was safe in his arms and he was safe holding her. If she was just a client, than he was very unprofessional about their relationship. He liked her, she twirled in his head – his Russian princess.
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Post by steph2 on Nov 17, 2011 22:35:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Her dream wasn't the best. She thought she'd be able to sleep and drift off into another world where she was dancing or surfing or trying to figure out this guy's name. Instead, she ended up in a marsh and she was running. She didn't know what she was running from but the initial fear was there. She didn't dare look over her shoulder in case it made her slow down but the more she ran, the more the water on the ground, mixed with mud, grabbed at her ankles and pulled her down. Somehow, while she was being pulled down, the marsh turned into a never ending ocean for as far as the eye could see and the was being dragged under. Kicking and attempting to scream, when she manged to see what was dragging her down, she saw herself in a devilish form. She wore nothing but a skimpy little outfit and her eyes were red and adulterous. She screamed but all that came out were bubbles as her head was finally deep enough below the surface that nothing could get through. The other her kept dragging her down deeper into the abyss without any problems and when Svetlana finally woke up, her eyes shot open. She could feel someone against her back, the warmth unimaginably comforting. Looking a bit over her shoulder, she saw the dealer fast asleep. Biting her lower lip, she slipped the pillow into her place and got out of the bed quietly. Her teal and white room another comforting thought. She wasn't waking up in a random place. She was still home...but her head felt horrible. Without giving it a second thought, she headed to her dressing room, making sure to lock the door behind her because she didn't want him suddenly sneaking up on her. She readied what she needed, baking the skag in the spoon, got it into the needle, and practically jabbed it into her own arm. Then came the refreshing liquid fire but not as strong as she anticipated. She wished it was like the first time she tried it but alas, she knew she'd forever be chasing after that vital first high and never be able to catch it. Once she was done, she put everything away so nothing was out of place and then went to the bathroom. Grabbing the edges of the sink with her thin fingers, she looked at herself in the mirror. Ugh. She looked like crap. Brushing her teeth with her pink toothbrush, she then rummaged through the cabinets to find another one. Only finding a purple one, she left it out for him to used before she headed back to her dressing room to get dressed. She ended up settling on some brown skinny jeans, a striped tank top, a black cardigan, some ankle booties, and an array of other accessories. She needed to get out of this house. As comforting as it was, she already felt she'd been in there for far too long. Even if she was just going to her yard, it was better than nothing. Maybe they could go out for breakfast somewhere out of town...if he'd even make it into her car. Despite being high, she was able to put on the little bit of makeup she ever used with ease (mascara, blush, and pale lipstick) and then packed an extra two doses in her small Chanel bag. The last thing she needed was to end up cranky in the middle of something important. Slowly, but surely, her headache went away and she felt more at ease in her own skin. Running her fingers through her wavy hair, she let it fall into place before heading back over into her bedroom where he was still sleeping. Getting on her hands and knees like a panther, she crawled up on top of him and nipped at his exposed earlobe a bit before running her lips down his neck and back up again to bite his lower lip teasingly, "You look delicious when you're sleeping," she said quietly into his ear like a purr. Would she have sex with him? Probably not since she already got dressed and all. Maybe after breakfast. She was happily high now so the touching? It was on. Hell, depending on how he woke up-he might get her to reconsider the no-sex-after-getting-dressed policy she strictly enforced.
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Post by hkblood on Nov 17, 2011 23:11:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] STEAL SOME COVER, SHARE SOME SKIN The Words: 400 The Outfit: this The Notes: Good morning In his dreams, he was painting, a beautiful woman exposed to the elements naked. Her dark, raven colored hair spilled down rocks and moss and her eyes drew you in as if you were the one she was waiting for all this time and now that you were here, she ached for you to be one with her. He was painting with browns, tans, greens, grays and he was captivated by her, he couldn’t stop. Until someone made him pause near finishing, he grunted aloud to make them go away, moving away from their touch to finish his painting. A touch up and down his neck left goose bumps and his body arched a bit toward the touch. His lip was being pulled at, but he couldn’t see this temptress. Was it his painting, trying to pull him in? He moaned, betraying himself when he wanted to stay painting, at the tickle of breath against his ear. There was an ache from his lower portion of his body and his eyes flickered open, squinting against the rays of sunlight in the room. The bed was so comfortable, he didn’t want to leave it and he tried closing his eyes to fall back asleep. Blinking several times, he focused on her face, and her smile that mesmerized him and made him smile. “Nolan doesn’t care for mornin’s.” He said, his face making a little pout as if to beg her for more time to lay in the bed and sleep. Then his eyes widened a bit more, realizing his morning wood was pressing against some part of body. He shifted away, unwilling to roll completely over to hide it. If she didn’t feel it anymore, they could just forget about it, couldn’t they? It was too late, he knew she knew and that was…. Well he was embarrassed, to say the least. The flush of a blush and a sudden rub of the eyes and as if to hide his face he turned from her, facing to the left. “I’m sorry…” He murmured slowly. “It’s a natural reaction…..” He moved his arm a little away from his face, peaking at her… “I can’t help it.” He said staring at her; embarrassed, flustered, and suddenly shy. He wanted to start their day off on a good note and not something as embarrassed as a hard-on in the morning. He closed his eyes.
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