corneredbliss

|A National Anthem|

“They Hay-Adams has a nice restaurant, I’ll send for room service.”

What Nathan was actually saying didn't register with her right away. Marcy simply nodded her head, too busy chasing around various food cravings in her head, trying to pin down which she would ask the President's private personal chef to whip up for her. Obviously she didn't know much about what actually goes on in the White House, and even worse, she'd had the past couple months to develop illusions of grandeur.

And then...

"Wait... What?"

But by then, he had already turned up the volume on his Address, effectively delaying her very frustrated response by drowning her out, as well as making her speechlessly upset that it actually worked. As his voice filled the tight car, dripping with essence of polished politician, Marlene glared at him, lips parted in disbelief. She stayed there for a good portion of the Address, not wanting to accept that he had grown the balls to actually leave her, drop her off in some hotel room like she was a kid at a daycare.

At the same time, there was a tiny voice in the back of her head, the one she rarely listened to, that murmured, Well, what did you expect? She had been gone from his life for nearly fifteen years, and then she decides to show up, demand to be taken in, and for what? Did she really think Nathaniel, President of the States, was actually going to allow her to stay with him? Drop everything and take care of her? She, the raging addict, the fuck-up? No. She would always be a blemish, and he had a reputation to keep.

Finally she snapped, lunging forward to turn the damned volume knob all the way down, so that they were thrown back into silence. Then he spoke up.

"Oh, wow. Congratu-fucking-lations, Nate. Really. I'm proud of you." Her tone was sarcastic as all hell. Feeling like that wasn't enough, yet, Marcy sat up and turned her whole body towards him, a funny modern version of David and Goliath. "You're shitting me right? I come all the way down here to pay you a visit and you're just gonna ditch me like this?"

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JIGGY!

Infamous Bliss reaction gif

I saw you lurking, thank goodness you popped in. You presence fills my heart with tingly excitement. Welcome back, friend. @Jig

And happy welcome to you, @JulianRowe!

Was feeling some weird vibes yesterday, but they've all gone so I'll have a post up today sometime.

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Let's all say a prayer for Bliss who will undoubtedly die in the DMV line as well...

@icmasticc

LOL. You are so terrible. And I'm finally awake before you for once! Unfortunately with how cold it's been up here, that might be true, though...

Since you're renewing your licence, does that mean you've had/will have a birthday?

@BreakingMe

My birthday was on Monday! (:

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And I am on the East Coast, as well.

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Posted my sheet! Looking forward to the rest of them :)

Now off to sleep because I have to renew my license tomorrow and that means standing in line at the DMV at an ungodly hour. Goodnight all~

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Vivian Hong

Nickname - Vee

Age - 29

Physical Description - Vee stands at 5'11" and clocks in at around 143 lbs. She is extremely slender, but toned, and her legs go on for days, though are rarely seen by the general public. Her complexion is clear and is slightly tan with yellow undertones. She has a strong jawline, but her facial features are feminine enough to excuse it. Her black hair reaches the middle of her back, and is often loose and textured, or else tied up in a tight ponytail. Her almond-shaped eyes are a chocolate brown, and are usually simply outlined with winged eyeliner and mascara. There are a few light freckles on the tip of her nose. She would never be caught out of her private space in sweats, but she dresses minimally; no flashy accessories or colors, save for the occasional dark lip.

Syndicate Class - Eraser

|A National Anthem|

She wasn't sure how long she had been pouting at the window, but Marlene finally tore her childish glare away from it to look over at Nathaniel. He hadn't said anything since her little outburst, had continued driving like he wasn't just being an inconsiderate asshole. She wanted to find some remorse or whatever in his expression, an apologetic frown maybe; and for whatever reason, she found it.

Cocking an eyebrow at his weird silence, she turned her attention back to the front of the car, blowing out air through her lips as she did so. Her arms unfolded from her chest, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and instead she bent an elbow against her door's armrest, leaning the side of her head in her hand.

"Anyway," she sighed, her way of offering an olive branch. "I hope your kitchen is ready because I could definitely use some food." It was a lame subject change, but at least it was honest. The last time she'd eaten was at noon, and a small square of lasagna that was probably as old as some of the patients there and a carton of fruit and orange juice wasn't exactly her ideal first meal of freedom. Besides, she had been too anxious to see whether or not Nate would actually come get her to eat, and she mostly had just pushed the lumps of meat around her tray.

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Writing up a CS now! Should be sent in a bit.

The View [Closed]

This is me expressing my interest. That is all.

|A National Anthem|

The dust had finally settled, and the world had stopped crumbling. Marcy lay with her eyes closed, still murmuring soft apologies while he took the box and left the room. The high was most definitely gone now, leaving no evidence that it had even happened aside from a gross sensation in her mouth. And on the back of her hand.

Only when he returned did she open her eyes, a sheepish expression molding her face as she sat up and took the Sprite in both hands. Sighing out her thanks, she let her thumb trace around the lip of the can before holding it up to her mouth. She hated having Nathaniel clean up her mess, but he always did it, without complaint. In her eyes, he was nothing short of a miracle.

The can felt nice and cool in her hands and when she took a few sips, the fizz rushed down her throat and comforted her with its familiarity. “Go brush your teeth, little girl." Marcy looked back at him, wanting to playfully push him for the joke, but energy was still in low reserves, so instead she just laughed before taking another sip of soda. "Yeah, alright, grandpa," she teased back, before gathering herself up and off the bed. She placed the can on his desk and grabbed her toothbrush before heading to the bathroom not too far down the hall.

Finally feeling clean, and actually very much awake, she returned to the room, closing the door behind her. Replacing her toothbrush in its holder on the desk, she climbed back onto the bed over him, and sat down so that she was straddling him against the wall. "There," she announced, her hands moving to his face to push back his untamable hair lovingly, "Now can I give you a thank you kiss?"

|A National Anthem|

She vaguely felt him vacating the space underneath her, felt him position her on the bed so that so that she was sort of kneeling. All she had on was one of his shirts, which she was swimming in, and her black lace panties. Marlene was basically reduced to a slumped over, dry-heaving pile. When she tried to ask him not to leave her alone on the bed, all that came out were short whimpers and gargled groans. Her eyes had disappeared behind her eyelids again, and all she wanted to do was fall over and go back to sleep. Or maybe shoot up just a tiny bit more. Maybe that would convince the Poptart to go down and stay down.

It felt like he had taken a freaking eternity, but Nathan finally returned to her side, passing over some sort of box. Marcy took it gratefully and held it close to her torso like it belonged to a deceased grandmother. "Thanks..." Her face promptly disappeared into it - partly because she knew this was meant to be the vomit-receptacle, and partly because she just didn't have the energy to keep it up anymore. Through her hazy state, she could feel him tugging something from her arm. What he was doing that for, she had no fucking clue. It only clicked when the dark inside of the box became slightly less dark, and the tugging on the top of her head indicated that he had just pulled her hair into a helpful pony.

Then again he left her on the bed, left her alone with the angry bile that only moments afterwards finally forced itself through her mouth. The sound of her retching, combined with the sound made when the previous tenants of her stomach hit the bottom of the cardboard rectangle were probably pretty disgusting. Marcy couldn't tell. Her ears were full of buzzing as she haunched over her own throw up again and again, until eventually it returned to dry heaving, and then the dry heaving fizzled out to silence.

After a minute or so of sniffling, Marlene finally lifted her head, mouth covered in specks of regurgitation. Eyes half closed, she slowly set the box down on the bed beside her, used whatever energy she had left to lift her arm and swipe the shit off her face with the back of her hand. Then she melted back into the mattress in a deformed fetal position, careful to keep the dirty hand off her pillow.

Another few minutes of silence passed, filled only with the sound of her deep breaths, before she opened her mouth again. And then slivers of guilt trickled out. "I'm sorry, baby..." Her voice was barely at a whisper, but the room was so small he had to have heard it. "I'm sorry... It's gonna be smelly in here now... Sorry..."