As he pulled away Tempest’s doll like eyes widened in surprise and she blinked long lashes a few times toward his words, studying his mouth intently. “Take a seat.” Repeating those familiar words with a cutesy soft tone but it was the man’s gesture of patting the bench next to him that confirmed what he meant. Her slender body plopped down and arms released the trove of food onto the table messily, including the floor toast from before. With no intentions of eating it she looked to the food proudly and then to both men, her straight back and gaze encouraging them to dig in. She expected the man across from her to eat especially since his size was a wee bit smaller compared to the other. These men needed their protein to remain strong and unfortunately there were no beasts to hunt here...animal wise.
Legs crossed in the shape of a pretzel as a fascinated gaze was kept on the man next to her but it was the other who asked of her name. Her button nose crinkled while pondering for a minuet on what best to respond with. “Tempest.” Finally saying with a nod. After offering this piece of information it would seem her presence did not quell the other’s interest enough, and he took off toward the first group to approach the table. It was no matter--though she did wonder for a moment if her strange approach drove the prisoner away. The man beside her had been the target from the start, nevertheless, for reasons still unknown to her. Eyes watched the strangers descent for a minute as silence soon followed. Shyly her gaze cast down at the floor until she quickly decided to try and continue the conversation.
“Yeyecoatl.” The strange girl then replied while pointing to her chest tattoo. It was neither her true name nor the nickname the guards had given to her but rather what the tribe referred to her as. The intricate ink of a ītztōpīlli surrounded by swirling smoke represented being a serpent or weapon of wind. Disclosing this information of her ability freely yet it soon came to mind that he may not understand. Teeth gently bit down upon her pouty lips while trying to think up the word. Soon however, her crystal eyes lit up as she raised a finger to suggest she had found the solution. Her lips rounded into an o as if to whistle but she exhaled, swiftly blowing air into the man’s face. “Wind.” Her words exclaimed while she smiled warmly, and for a moment she looked invigorated. “Maybe it helpful for you...or not.” She slyly shrugged her shoulders hinting at what she suspected his previous conversation had been of.
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Silky onyx tresses still managed to glisten underneath Mick’s dim lit diner while raven colored hues intently scanned over the new girl with flame dyed hair. Ara did not look like the stereotypical junkie that many non-users would picture. Pulling off the masquerade almost seamlessly was a full job in and of itself. Her cognitive functions always staying in tack along with a flawless appearance most deemed vain, and they would be correct. Hours of dedication are spent on her looks alone to make sure no hair traveled out of place but those pesky purple and red track marks on her arms--nearly impossible to hide...her purity tainted long ago with those first 8 milligrams. Obsessive one could say about her beauty routine but if she did not occupy her spare time with something else the addiction would surely amplify itself. The million dollar question, however, of why a smart college student is slowly killing herself over time with heroin is simple: it makes her feel like she should truly feel, like a completely normal human being.
Black manicured nails shown on hands wrapped around a glass bottle of beer. This drink would steady the craving and hold her over until she received her poison of choice. It had been a grueling 10 hours since her last injection and the withdrawal symptoms were gradually beginning to kick in. She would have otherwise excused herself to go to some seedy motel to shoot up covertly but the location Corey mentioned would suffice. On good nights she would not have to pay for anything, how could she refuse? Money saved. She bought a few new syringes and spoons yesterday, which are toted around in a small black clutch when out for long periods of time. Not idiotic like some addicts who shared their equipment, Ara at least knew better than that. She made sure to keep her negative symptoms under check, and use in private as far away from the group as possible...tonight would be the exception. She was certainly not naïve to the fact and perfectly aware that many found the habit disturbing. She did not talk about it and felt like it was no one’s business but her own--heroin was not a problem. Everything was under control.
“Service is a little slower than usual around here. You don’t have that problem at the scrapyard, sounds like a tempting plan.” Ara shrugged and arched a brow at one of the waiters.
The hangouts here in Aidensville could not compare to the exclusively snazzy clubs and locations in Dubai but the crowds here were reckless and gritty, much like herself. At 16 she would have never set foot in the majority of places she regularly visits now but her presence can be seen in the shadiest of locations…making a daily purchase.
“That’s because it’s not easy trying to keep up with you, dear. You drink faster than any man I know.” He said sarcastically and pursed his moisturized lips while heading behind the counter to tend to more customers. Evan was gorgeous but strictly into men, go figure.
For a brief moment Ara’s red stained lips curled into her signature impish smirk before disappearing over the tinted green bottle of Stella. Alex or “Doll” as Ara nicknamed the platinum blond seem amped to start partying when she returned from the restroom, unlike Howard who sloughed down in the worn seat almost broodily. If he could pull himself inward and hide in the void he had created Ara thinks that’s exactly what he would do. The audacious Lebanese girl could always count on Alex as a partner in crime though. Both of their natures were wild and eager to experience adventure especially what life had to offer in all its rigidness. Fantastic.
“I am.” Ara’s words replied to Madison’s question. “No time to waste, let's make some memories.” She then added with a wink toward Riley and downed the third beer in no time before throwing a twenty dollar bill onto the tabletop’s crumb covered center. Although she had purchased only three beers the extra could pay for one of the others’ meal. After rising to head toward the door, her nimble fingers placed an undisclosed amount of money into the previous waiter’s back pocket. He had been arched over slightly to dish out the other patrons meal. “Thank you sweetheart.” Evan cooed.
It was a little uncomfortable drinking in front of Declan since he steered clear of the contents, and sometimes the naturally tan girl felt guilty but it was difficult changing her bad habits. There had not been a time where one of the group approached the addict for an intervention. Perhaps it was just as uncomfortable for them to address her as it was for her to pretend she was not hooked on heroin. It’s better this way. She could not bear to look some of them in the eye and confess that she could not stop…it was better pretending the fixation did not exist and that she did not crave it more than human affection.
Damn…maybe I do have a problem.
Ara decided to take a detour and could not bring herself to tell the others of her plans. It was a decent last meal with the group and she hoped they would all eventually be able to healthily cope with their pain. This realization was enough to send Ara to a treatment facility where she would learn a compleltly different lifestyle. She would not be able to hang around her outcast family any longer if she wished to stay clean. That was the price but hopefully they would understand someday. In order to save herself she had to move forward but turn her back on the people she loved.
Black manicured nails shown on hands wrapped around a glass bottle of beer. This drink would steady the craving and hold her over until she received her poison of choice. It had been a grueling 10 hours since her last injection and the withdrawal symptoms were gradually beginning to kick in. She would have otherwise excused herself to go to some seedy motel to shoot up covertly but the location Corey mentioned would suffice. On good nights she would not have to pay for anything, how could she refuse? Money saved. She bought a few new syringes and spoons yesterday, which are toted around in a small black clutch when out for long periods of time. Not idiotic like some addicts who shared their equipment, Ara at least knew better than that. She made sure to keep her negative symptoms under check, and use in private as far away from the group as possible...tonight would be the exception. She was certainly not naïve to the fact and perfectly aware that many found the habit disturbing. She did not talk about it and felt like it was no one’s business but her own--heroin was not a problem. Everything was under control.
“Service is a little slower than usual around here. You don’t have that problem at the scrapyard, sounds like a tempting plan.” Ara shrugged and arched a brow at one of the waiters.
The hangouts here in Aidensville could not compare to the exclusively snazzy clubs and locations in Dubai but the crowds here were reckless and gritty, much like herself. At 16 she would have never set foot in the majority of places she regularly visits now but her presence can be seen in the shadiest of locations…making a daily purchase.
“That’s because it’s not easy trying to keep up with you, dear. You drink faster than any man I know.” He said sarcastically and pursed his moisturized lips while heading behind the counter to tend to more customers. Evan was gorgeous but strictly into men, go figure.
For a brief moment Ara’s red stained lips curled into her signature impish smirk before disappearing over the tinted green bottle of Stella. Alex or “Doll” as Ara nicknamed the platinum blond seem amped to start partying when she returned from the restroom, unlike Howard who sloughed down in the worn seat almost broodily. If he could pull himself inward and hide in the void he had created Ara thinks that’s exactly what he would do. The audacious Lebanese girl could always count on Alex as a partner in crime though. Both of their natures were wild and eager to experience adventure especially what life had to offer in all its rigidness. Fantastic.
“I am.” Ara’s words replied to Madison’s question. “No time to waste, let's make some memories.” She then added with a wink toward Riley and downed the third beer in no time before throwing a twenty dollar bill onto the tabletop’s crumb covered center. Although she had purchased only three beers the extra could pay for one of the others’ meal. After rising to head toward the door, her nimble fingers placed an undisclosed amount of money into the previous waiter’s back pocket. He had been arched over slightly to dish out the other patrons meal. “Thank you sweetheart.” Evan cooed.
It was a little uncomfortable drinking in front of Declan since he steered clear of the contents, and sometimes the naturally tan girl felt guilty but it was difficult changing her bad habits. There had not been a time where one of the group approached the addict for an intervention. Perhaps it was just as uncomfortable for them to address her as it was for her to pretend she was not hooked on heroin. It’s better this way. She could not bear to look some of them in the eye and confess that she could not stop…it was better pretending the fixation did not exist and that she did not crave it more than human affection.
Damn…maybe I do have a problem.
Ara decided to take a detour and could not bring herself to tell the others of her plans. It was a decent last meal with the group and she hoped they would all eventually be able to healthily cope with their pain. This realization was enough to send Ara to a treatment facility where she would learn a compleltly different lifestyle. She would not be able to hang around her outcast family any longer if she wished to stay clean. That was the price but hopefully they would understand someday. In order to save herself she had to move forward but turn her back on the people she loved.
I should be done with my post in a little while! ^^
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I changed her age because she wouldn't be able to drink in public & Ara enjoys drinking in public quite a bit. ><’
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I changed her age because she wouldn't be able to drink in public & Ara enjoys drinking in public quite a bit. ><’
PoisonLilies said When did I become so popular? She asked herself feeling nauseated by the amount of new people around her.
Lol, I chuckled while reading that.
Your character is quite popular Poison.
On another note, I don't know when my post will be around.
Hopefully soon.
The only person that will be waiting for a little will be Garrison since our characters are "talking" heh.
& no, I have not forgotten about our 1x1 Rad. ^^
Hey everyone I am at work & wont get done until late, just a heads up.
My schedule is pretty terrible but I'll try my hardest to get a post done when I get home. ^^
My schedule is pretty terrible but I'll try my hardest to get a post done when I get home. ^^
Nevermind said In terms of how long they've been in the group for, it's pretty much a few months, yeah? If so it makes sense that Declan has been there since the start.
Ara too, with school & everything it would make sense. ^^
Little_ninja said Gotta try more recruitment
There are seven active.
You still need more people? :3
The lot of them seemed up to no good. Voices she could not hear, backs arched, and thrown around gazes from one to another were visible signs of…something in the making—or not. Each little movement the two groups made were so discernible it was a surprise the guards were not already breaking them up due to pure suspicion. Perhaps the heavy artillery simply did not know what to look for but it was easy to see from the perspective of someone almost invisible and inconsequential. Tempest took this moment to inch her small feet toward group two, the same guys as before. The others had briefly glanced at the onyx haired “mute” before except for the one with intensely fierce eyes. He seemed particularly interested in what he was discussing with the other male, which made her interested too.
Quietly she made her way beside the man who looked like he had been in some sort of brawl earlier, and reached over to place her small palm gingerly on the side of his face without hesitation. Like the wind—the very element she had semi-control over--she felt ethereal and unseen, and almost forgot that people could react to the things she did. Interrupting their conversation was not intentional however, and she had expected them to continue talking without paying her any mind actually. Her social awkwardness and the rules regarding personal space did not apply; rather, she just did not understand the way to interact quite yet. The man’s injury though, it looked like it would hurt to receive some sort of impact to the face…probably like those missionaries who found her that day in the jungle felt. An unexpected blast of air forcing their body’s backward so violently causing whiplash and one death—how horrible.
Quietly she made her way beside the man who looked like he had been in some sort of brawl earlier, and reached over to place her small palm gingerly on the side of his face without hesitation. Like the wind—the very element she had semi-control over--she felt ethereal and unseen, and almost forgot that people could react to the things she did. Interrupting their conversation was not intentional however, and she had expected them to continue talking without paying her any mind actually. Her social awkwardness and the rules regarding personal space did not apply; rather, she just did not understand the way to interact quite yet. The man’s injury though, it looked like it would hurt to receive some sort of impact to the face…probably like those missionaries who found her that day in the jungle felt. An unexpected blast of air forcing their body’s backward so violently causing whiplash and one death—how horrible.
Ara’s relationship chart: In alphabetical order :3
Alexandra: Alex’s mischievous personality will mesh well with the brazen Lebanese girl. They will probably laugh and pull jokes together. She is likely to take the platinum blond underneath her wing and play with her like a porcelain doll. In fact, that is exactly what Ara calls Alex; Doll. In a way Ara has runaway from home but cannot return so she feels bonded with Alex in certain aspects.
Corey: Ara’s family is not too fond of American culture but their bigotry did not rub off onto their daughter. She is probably more drawn to Corey because he is considered taboo. Ara has seen the uncensored News about Afghanistan many times but still could not imagine what being up close and personal to the combat must be like. She can relate to seeing some awful things and feeling disturbed but not nearly as much as Corey had to endure. She is captivated by his strength and self-control—which she does not possess.
Declan: Ara understands the need to do what one must no matter what the cost. Her father is a very abrasive politician and has played dirty many times. His methods are questionable and possibly illegal but Ara never felt off-put by this. Declan needed to do what he needed to do in order to survive and she feels perfectly fine by that, and even respects him for it. She will most likely be sweet on him and playfully badger him.
Howard: They probably talk the least out of the group since she is so ostentatious. She’ll likely leave him be out of respect of his timid nature. She has seen many women mistreated and beat on back home but that is the norm, and they suffer in silence. Luckily her father was not physically abusive. She does not know how to approach Howard but is there to talk with if he needs—even if she doesn’t seem like it.
Madison: The reformed bombshell seems like a wildcard. Ara does not like to walk on egg shells in fear of accidentally angering or offending so they may not see eye to eye. Ara is very touchy-feely like the majority of Lebanese people and Madison does not tolerate touching. Hopefully they can be more than civil and turn out to be very good friends in time.
Riley: Much like Howard, Ara and Riley may not connect right off the bat since the flame haired girl is so shy. They will probably remain tolerant of each other but may need some sort of bonding experience or push in order to become good friends. Ara is vain and would never do harm to her body--on the outside unless to modify it by ink. She does not understand how someone could do that to themselves…even though she is playing Russian roulette because of hard drugs, and slowly killing herself each time.
Ara loves the clubs. So yeah, she'll feel at home there. ^^
Alexandra: Alex’s mischievous personality will mesh well with the brazen Lebanese girl. They will probably laugh and pull jokes together. She is likely to take the platinum blond underneath her wing and play with her like a porcelain doll. In fact, that is exactly what Ara calls Alex; Doll. In a way Ara has runaway from home but cannot return so she feels bonded with Alex in certain aspects.
Corey: Ara’s family is not too fond of American culture but their bigotry did not rub off onto their daughter. She is probably more drawn to Corey because he is considered taboo. Ara has seen the uncensored News about Afghanistan many times but still could not imagine what being up close and personal to the combat must be like. She can relate to seeing some awful things and feeling disturbed but not nearly as much as Corey had to endure. She is captivated by his strength and self-control—which she does not possess.
Declan: Ara understands the need to do what one must no matter what the cost. Her father is a very abrasive politician and has played dirty many times. His methods are questionable and possibly illegal but Ara never felt off-put by this. Declan needed to do what he needed to do in order to survive and she feels perfectly fine by that, and even respects him for it. She will most likely be sweet on him and playfully badger him.
Howard: They probably talk the least out of the group since she is so ostentatious. She’ll likely leave him be out of respect of his timid nature. She has seen many women mistreated and beat on back home but that is the norm, and they suffer in silence. Luckily her father was not physically abusive. She does not know how to approach Howard but is there to talk with if he needs—even if she doesn’t seem like it.
Madison: The reformed bombshell seems like a wildcard. Ara does not like to walk on egg shells in fear of accidentally angering or offending so they may not see eye to eye. Ara is very touchy-feely like the majority of Lebanese people and Madison does not tolerate touching. Hopefully they can be more than civil and turn out to be very good friends in time.
Riley: Much like Howard, Ara and Riley may not connect right off the bat since the flame haired girl is so shy. They will probably remain tolerant of each other but may need some sort of bonding experience or push in order to become good friends. Ara is vain and would never do harm to her body--on the outside unless to modify it by ink. She does not understand how someone could do that to themselves…even though she is playing Russian roulette because of hard drugs, and slowly killing herself each time.
Ara loves the clubs. So yeah, she'll feel at home there. ^^
-Pounces on Rad-
Look at you, level 5 you. ^^
Glad you won!
Can't wait to see your first post!
Look at you, level 5 you. ^^
Glad you won!
Can't wait to see your first post!
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