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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Writing up a closing post now, shouldn't be long. :]

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

OMG! So much happens when I'm not around! This is what happens when Iget drunk with coworkers after work (who cares if it started at 4pm? five o-clock somewhere!) but yeah, if my posts seem a little off grammatically, I apologize. I will do my best to act sober.

And doublee OMG, I'm so excited @HeartsCollide, an RP has never had my heart literally in my throat in anticipation! Cant wait for the beach party! I think I'm waiting on @Dirty Pretty Lies to post before we can come to an official close for the first night.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I know, right?

And Hunter is about to walk in and hear loud sobbing coming from Jar's room. XD

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I went with it, I'm flexible. Haha.

What will be really awkward is if one of us ends up being a part of the heartbreaker pairing. I'm interested to see how we handle turning this car around, if it comes to that. Should be a very good exercise in resilience and flexibility as a writer. XD

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

There were no warnings for that, no proper responses for when someone dumps a pile of bricks on you. He thought he might drown right there. Pregnant? How was that even possible? They were usually so careful. She was on the pill and everything. But, a miracle happened, and then the Gods saw it fit to take away their precious gift. Maybe... maybe that was for the better? Jareth had no parental love growing up, he would have made a shit father.

Shit father, shit boyfriend, shit person.

But if he really felt that way, then why did her words of hurt him so, was it the empathetic pain of seeing her hurting? Or was it pain of losing a future that he didn't even realise he wanted? He wasn't sure if his knees gave out, or if the news had physically punched him back, but he was suddenly seated on the bed. He had no words, he simply sat and stared at the wall, as if trapped in some awful silent movie.

Surely the director would step from behind the camera and clack his clapperboard now. "Great scene, very moving, time for a lunch break!" he would say. But no, Jareth was a musician, not an actor, and for once... the poet was at a loss for words.

Delilah collapsed into a sobbing mess beside him. She told him her story, pouring her heart out to him. But he didn't deserve her honesty, not when he was the biggest cause of all her pain. Jareth reached his arm around her, trying to comfort her in any way. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but he had to stop the sobbing. He had to fix the mess he made, he never thought he could fuck something up so royally. And then her final word pierced his heart like a splintered stake.

Worthless.

That troublesome, devil of a feeling. Jareth had danced with that particular devil for many years. That internal nagging that pushed many to drugs, self harm... suicide... He hoped she didn't mean it, oh gods, please don't let her mean it.

"No." it was the first word that he had managed to croak out the entire time. Jareth used his right hand to guide her face to look at him. With both hands, he softly held her face, making eye contact unavoidable. He wanted it that way, so the conviction would ring loud and clear when he said "You are not worthless."

The rest of the sentiment finished in his head alone: "I am. I was. I always will be."

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I was so excited to end my league match and read @Dirty Pretty Lies's post... then that shit had me like:



I don't even know how Jar is going to respond.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I think we should keep it a secret of who got paired up until it happens, so don't say anything if you get picked! Okay? :D

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Vote- uhhhhh A. A is the picking out of a hat thing, right? XD I go with the most random.

@Meridian

So that looks like it is 3 votes for A, a wishywashy in between, and a B. Are you going to post on here once you send out the PMs to the two lucky participants, @Heartscollide?

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth heard keys jingling in the hallway and then the telltale beep of someone being granted access to the suite. Good, one of the guys was home, that would keep him at least somewhat accountable of his actions. This vacation was about forgetting, maybe even finding another lady - at least for the week - but, Delilah? They never could exercise self-restraint around each other, right from they very moment their eyes had met... But he couldn't, Jareth could NOT sleep with Delilah, it would inevitably complicate things.

With these hands that I write with
And the ode that I live by...
I will never be with you.

But he didn't have to worry, his bros would keep him from walking into her flames once again. Like an insect, he wouldn't be able to resist the light, and unless a strong enough wind through him off course, he would willingly snuff out his own life for a glimpse at paradise. Jar had hoped that it was Grant coming in, he was the one with the most level head. Jareth was just about to put the Xanax away and throw on a shirt in order to lessen the temptation, if only slightly, when someone opened his bedroom door. That wasn't right, Hunter and Grant would know better than to barge in on him...

No, it couldn't be her. He had just sent the text, how could she have gotten there so quickly? Jareth stood still, paralyzed in shock when the timber of her voice confirmed his suspicions. "JarBear, I'm so sorry!" she began, quickly understanding the private scene she had just interrupted. She had rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his bare torso. The embrace forced him close his eyes and drop the prescription bottle with a noisey clatter. His tears had long since dried, and the benzos quickly helped tame the panic and shakes, but the empty grayness within him wouldn't leave so soon. Like cyanide, the words that poured from mouth were the sweetest poison, and he wanted to drink them in so badly.

Jareth felt the full force of her emotional whiplash. She had always been like this, it was one of their biggest problems. She was hot and then cold, cold and then hot again. She would slice him with her words and then attempt to apply balm to his wounds by saying "I need you" in the very same sentence. With a sigh, he turned to face her. Mascara had bled down her face and her hair was disheveled, it was obvious that they had both been crying. The situation was all too familiar to them, this painful silence was when they usually tried to heal their brokenness with kisses. Her lips were full and inviting, so he stared at them while he spoke.

"Two months, Bombs." his voice cracked through the silence following her words. "It's been two months since --" he stopped, realizing he really hadn't prepared his words well at all. "I thought you were doing okay, you have been so calm... I, I thought maybe soon I would start to feel okay too." he brought his eyes to meet hers now. "I'm sure you planned this break to be as much of an escape as I did. We should be able to enjoy ourselves, this doesn't have to be ruined because we are both here, right?" He didn't know who he was trying to convince more. Jar wanted so badly for them to continue leading separate lives, but he also really wanted to wrap his hands around her wrists and pin her to the king-sized bed just inches away. There was no one there to stop them.

Regardless of warnings, the insect found himself leaning forward, flying towards her light...

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Hey, @Meridian, you should cast your vote on how the GM should pick the pairing. Let's get this drama boat in the water. ;)