YoshiSkittlez
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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.
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lol I'm waiting on Roman before I can do anything with Kate
Well...with that post now completed I feel the need to take a shower...
ROMAN! (And Gonzo) POSTS WHEN I GET BACK!?!
I love you all :D
ROMAN! (And Gonzo) POSTS WHEN I GET BACK!?!
I love you all :D
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At her question, Deon couldn't help but to stop walking and turn to face her, observing her facial expressions in the shadows of darkness that cloaked the ally they were currently in, only a lone street lamp a few meters off being the only light that caught the look of hunger and desperation in her eye which made him snicker a bit.
"Now hold up baby, what's this worth to you anyway? I got me some stuff too and I'm all about having a good ol' time."
He licked his dry lips, his eyes scanning down from her face to her chest, or lack of. She was just damn skinny, but then again...a girl THAT skinny was bound to be tight in all the right places...
Vander fixed him with a deep scowl as the subtle request was spoken. No matter how desperate she may be…she still had moral reservations. She’d made herself a promise that she was never going to sink that low to get herself some Lucid. Even beneath the thick shield of her oversized jacket, she felt invaded as he stared her up and down.
“It’s worth a lot to me,” she answered, choosing her words carefully. “But I’m not one of those girls who’re gonna follow you home from the club. There’s got to be some other way I can pay you…”
Vander racked her brains, trying to think up an example she could put forward. She came up with nothing. Curling his lip into a half-smirk/half-smile, Deon just shook his head slightly and then turned around, his back facing her once again and began to walk away. Just how far could he push her...
Her eyes were still fixated on the backpack. She stood still, debating internally, for a total of roughly two seconds. Rushing forward, she closed the growing gap between herself and Deon. "Please...I don't have anywhere to get it from, and a withdrawal's gonna hit me a hell of a lot harder than another few hits will," she all-but-begged, trying to play the sympathy card.
Deon heard her footsteps echo as she closed the distance between them, and quickly turned himself around. With the blink of an eye, his hand shot out and grabbed her frail wrist and tightened his hold around the small bone. He could feel her thin blood pulsing under the frail layer of skin, and as there seemed to be no muscle to cushion the bone, Deon was sure that if he clamped down any harder or jerked her wrist in a certain way, the bone would have cracked and snapped.
She carefully suppressed the fear from creeping into her expression as he grabbed her wrist. Moving, fighting back, anything was out of the question. She could feel the pressure on the thin bones, and didn't want to test the strength of her own body.
"You think I give a shit about your sob story?" He asked, releasing her wrist with a force that would have pushed her back from him a few feet.
Vander stumbled, but regained her footing. Getting him to pity her wouldn't work. Reasoning with him was evidently out of the question as well. She stared fiercely at the ground, refusing to make eye contact. "All right. I want the syringes first, though," she told him, still trying to work the deal in her favour.
A laugh that sounded more like a rabid dog's bark came from his throat. It was kind of cute the way she was still trying to reign dominant of this whole situation. Had he been in a worse-off mood, he wouldn't have found it cute though, rather annoying and would have just slapped the bitch down right then and there.
"I don't think you're in a position to negotiate baby." He grinned, keeping his hand clutched on the backpack tightly.
She'd been expecting that response, but it still crushed her when she heard it. There was no way she was going to come out on top. The best she could hope for was that he would follow through on his end of the deal. "Fine," she spat, letting as much bitterness as she dared to show in her voice.
Without even so much as a warning, the back of Deon's free hand found Vander's cheek, striking her hard with the intention of forcing her to the ground. She staggered, but didn't stay on her feet this time. Every part of her was screaming Run.RUN. But if she moved now, there would be no Lucid. Instead, she watched as he took a couple of steps back and shrugged off the backpack from his bare shoulder and set it down on the pavement, keeping it well out of her reach. Squatting down, however, he opened up the bag and opened up the smaller bag of coke he had gotten from the warehouse and took a pinch, raising it to his nose and quickly inhaled, letting the burning sensation rupture his mind.
Wiping his nose clean of the white powder, he then dug around in the backpack and found one of several syringes, already dosed up with the Lucid. All it needed was a little push. Holding the syringe in one hand, he stood back up and walked over to her, already feeling the trip of the cocaine pulsing through his own body as he stooped down next to her. She sat motionless, a bruise already beginning to form on her cheek where the failing blood vessels had been crushed. Vander had eyes only for the syringe.
He took his free hand and forced her head to crane to the side before stabbing the needle into a vein in her neck and then slowly began to inject the liquid into her blood stream. When the syringe was finally empty, he pulled it out and tossed it to the side. His lips immediately went to her neck, his tongue pressing up against the small amount of blood that came from the hole in her neck and then proceeded to have his way with her...
At her question, Deon couldn't help but to stop walking and turn to face her, observing her facial expressions in the shadows of darkness that cloaked the ally they were currently in, only a lone street lamp a few meters off being the only light that caught the look of hunger and desperation in her eye which made him snicker a bit.
"Now hold up baby, what's this worth to you anyway? I got me some stuff too and I'm all about having a good ol' time."
He licked his dry lips, his eyes scanning down from her face to her chest, or lack of. She was just damn skinny, but then again...a girl THAT skinny was bound to be tight in all the right places...
Vander fixed him with a deep scowl as the subtle request was spoken. No matter how desperate she may be…she still had moral reservations. She’d made herself a promise that she was never going to sink that low to get herself some Lucid. Even beneath the thick shield of her oversized jacket, she felt invaded as he stared her up and down.
“It’s worth a lot to me,” she answered, choosing her words carefully. “But I’m not one of those girls who’re gonna follow you home from the club. There’s got to be some other way I can pay you…”
Vander racked her brains, trying to think up an example she could put forward. She came up with nothing. Curling his lip into a half-smirk/half-smile, Deon just shook his head slightly and then turned around, his back facing her once again and began to walk away. Just how far could he push her...
Her eyes were still fixated on the backpack. She stood still, debating internally, for a total of roughly two seconds. Rushing forward, she closed the growing gap between herself and Deon. "Please...I don't have anywhere to get it from, and a withdrawal's gonna hit me a hell of a lot harder than another few hits will," she all-but-begged, trying to play the sympathy card.
Deon heard her footsteps echo as she closed the distance between them, and quickly turned himself around. With the blink of an eye, his hand shot out and grabbed her frail wrist and tightened his hold around the small bone. He could feel her thin blood pulsing under the frail layer of skin, and as there seemed to be no muscle to cushion the bone, Deon was sure that if he clamped down any harder or jerked her wrist in a certain way, the bone would have cracked and snapped.
She carefully suppressed the fear from creeping into her expression as he grabbed her wrist. Moving, fighting back, anything was out of the question. She could feel the pressure on the thin bones, and didn't want to test the strength of her own body.
"You think I give a shit about your sob story?" He asked, releasing her wrist with a force that would have pushed her back from him a few feet.
Vander stumbled, but regained her footing. Getting him to pity her wouldn't work. Reasoning with him was evidently out of the question as well. She stared fiercely at the ground, refusing to make eye contact. "All right. I want the syringes first, though," she told him, still trying to work the deal in her favour.
A laugh that sounded more like a rabid dog's bark came from his throat. It was kind of cute the way she was still trying to reign dominant of this whole situation. Had he been in a worse-off mood, he wouldn't have found it cute though, rather annoying and would have just slapped the bitch down right then and there.
"I don't think you're in a position to negotiate baby." He grinned, keeping his hand clutched on the backpack tightly.
She'd been expecting that response, but it still crushed her when she heard it. There was no way she was going to come out on top. The best she could hope for was that he would follow through on his end of the deal. "Fine," she spat, letting as much bitterness as she dared to show in her voice.
Without even so much as a warning, the back of Deon's free hand found Vander's cheek, striking her hard with the intention of forcing her to the ground. She staggered, but didn't stay on her feet this time. Every part of her was screaming Run.RUN. But if she moved now, there would be no Lucid. Instead, she watched as he took a couple of steps back and shrugged off the backpack from his bare shoulder and set it down on the pavement, keeping it well out of her reach. Squatting down, however, he opened up the bag and opened up the smaller bag of coke he had gotten from the warehouse and took a pinch, raising it to his nose and quickly inhaled, letting the burning sensation rupture his mind.
Wiping his nose clean of the white powder, he then dug around in the backpack and found one of several syringes, already dosed up with the Lucid. All it needed was a little push. Holding the syringe in one hand, he stood back up and walked over to her, already feeling the trip of the cocaine pulsing through his own body as he stooped down next to her. She sat motionless, a bruise already beginning to form on her cheek where the failing blood vessels had been crushed. Vander had eyes only for the syringe.
He took his free hand and forced her head to crane to the side before stabbing the needle into a vein in her neck and then slowly began to inject the liquid into her blood stream. When the syringe was finally empty, he pulled it out and tossed it to the side. His lips immediately went to her neck, his tongue pressing up against the small amount of blood that came from the hole in her neck and then proceeded to have his way with her...
Swirling in a mist of darkness, Rose's mind seemed to be lost; wandering. She felt as if she knew this place, which was strange considering it was pitch black without even a hint of light coming through from anywhere, and yet Rose felt her consciousness moving through the blackness, heading in a very specific direction. She felt as if her soul had been temporarily ripped from her body, hovering above herself as she soon then realized that she was looking down on herself, covered in blood and held tightly in her father's arms. Rose closed her eyes hard, pushing back the force that she felt keeping her away from him and let out a scream of pure anger and frustration...
The moment the needle penetrated Rose's skin and the diluted serum began to pulse through her blood, Rose's body began to twitch. It was slight at first, much like a dog trying to run in it's sleep, but the twitching quickly escalated into ravage convulsions similar to that of a seizure. Every muscle, every fiber in her being clenched tightly, her body now a rigid solid as her muscles clenched down harder and harder before she suddenly snapped out of her unconsciousness and bolted upright, immediately greeted by her father's tight grip around her. She let out a scream, unable to bear the pain that suddenly coursed through her body. Her blood ran hot, her skin crawling, her muscles burning, and her head screaming. Just what the hell had happened that had caused her to go into this fit of convulsions? She tried to focus on her father, trying to grab onto him to stabilize herself but only screamed out again as tears ran down her soft cheeks.
A loud snapping sound came from her ribcage as the bones began to quickly mend together. Her arms went from a coated black and blue to her natural skin color as the bruises began to fade away. She had to keep herself from itching at her ear as the cut healed and the skin began to mend itself back together and her leg began to kick uncontrollably as her kneecap was suddenly reset. Sweat poured from her forehead, causing the stray strands of white-blonde hair to stick to her face as she let out a third, much longer agonizing scream; her fingers clutching onto the shoulder pads of her fathers suit as if her life depended on it, and truly...maybe it did. And then...suddenly...it was over. Her body went limp in her father's hold once again, only the largest of her muscle groups twitched now and then from the strain she had just been put through.
"What...what the hell did you just do to me?" Rose asked looking up at her father with a tired, accusing glare in her eyes.
I will once I'm home from work lol
Dude...hire slade for something :-D rose wants to get involved and kick some teeth in
The return of slint and roman. Today shall be a good day
LOL! Oh man I would have died
Pretty sure Deon's next post is going to end in rape lol
You rock
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