Cobalt
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 18, 2006 21:51:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, it's not like anyone jumps up to give me a pat on the back for being nice," was all that Solo could say in repliance. He hated when people had point. Solo could've rebuked, done a little arguing, and might've come out on top, but somehow it just didn't feel all that right to put words of wisdom down like that. He sat in the silence a minute, thinking, reflecting, and loathing. His gaze had drifted listlessly away, not feeling as perky as before. He should've been happy for her. She was so lucky, so direct, funny, and positive. She had a mentor, a friend, and he would know at least one person wouldn't fall through the cracks. He should've applauded at her efforts, but Solo's soul was weak. He felt jealousy and contempt, and hated himself for it. Exhaling deeply, he stood from his chair, slinging the leather jacket over his back.
"Yeah, well, I've got to leg-it. It was good to meet you, sweet-cheeks. Haven't seen eyes like yours in a long time," he said robotically, sincere, but bitter. Solo knew he'd better leave before he made a total jack out of himself, losing a potential friend over his stupid pride and jealousy. He was able to form a soft, glimmer of a smile to show he wasn't completely put off - just mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. Solo turned to leave, green eyes glittering under his chocolate bangs to be wary of people he would have to manuver around.
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 18, 2006 22:06:00 GMT -5
Ginger looked at his back, taken aback by his sudden motives. She moved from her chair, about to reach out to turn him around, but remembered his little charade on the whole touching thing. So she just manuevered in front of him quickly, crossing her arms instead of risking the chance to piss him off at the moment. "Wait a minute. So you're just going to walk away and hope that eye comment would suffice? No way, hotstuff, ain't happening," she said, though her face was faintly flushed. No one had commented on her eyes like that before. "I think you need a little push in the right direction before I even think about letting you leave here with a mood like that. I may be judgemental and hot-headed, but that doesn't cloud my vision." Though she seemed like a stubborn child, she would try. She even might have come off as offended, but truthfully she was the complete opposite.
She stood firmly, yet Ginger didn't know how he'd react. He would either spare her and just ignore her, or he'd have a fit and threaten to kill her. Either way, she was going to try and put things back on the right track where it had obviously gone careening off. He just seems... lost, she thought, staring into his emerald eyes without one fear of him striking her down.
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Cobalt
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^ lol, not Solo, but I luffles Keira anywho.
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 19, 2006 20:21:52 GMT -5
Solo stopped in his tracks, looking down at her with a latent smile. No, he couldn't stay dissatisfied with her for long. Not after she followed him like that; not after the way her sky-blue eyes sought deeply into his own. Vehement with him. A deep fondness grew inside Solo for her. Like he enjoyed her constant malcontent with him, her hot temper. His gaze softened, a half smile lighting up his face. He was stupid for being so jealous when she was offering to help him right now. Solo was still incredulous that she actually bothered to follow him.
"You're so cute when you're being stubborn. How can a guy say no to a face like that?" Solo grinned smartly, putting his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. He put the weight on his left foot, not knowing what he was going to do with himself. "Alrighty master, point me in the right direction. But if my fighting skills are off at all, it's on your back, aight?"
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 19, 2006 20:57:00 GMT -5
Ginger arched a brow at him, hands going to her hips. "The nerve of you..." she said with a smirk. She started back toward the tables when someone grabbd her arm. Her eyes darted to her right, where the source had come from, narrowing. Her teeth snapped together and her body tensed, ready to strike, but it all disappeared when she saw it was just a girl. Sighing, Ginger calmed down and faced the girl. "What..?"
"Ginger! You have to sing a song! You do it every time you come here and you can't break that for us," the girl pleaded, doing a little hopping number on her toes. She looked hopeful, happy, persistent--and how could Ginger say no when it was clear the girl wouldn't give up? She looked back toward Solo, biting her lip in thought. When she felt the tug on her arm again, she glared at the girl, but nodded. Turning back to Solo again, she sighed.
"Hey, I have to go sing a song for everyone. I'll be back, okay? So you better not run out that door, 'cause I can watch you from that stage and I will hunt you down if I have to," she said. Turning back toward the crowd, she manuevered through a few people before looking back. "I'm serious, too!" Ginger then made her way toward the stage, flying up the stairs and to the microphone. She messed with it, moving it higher so she could speak into it with a straight back instead of bending over.
"Hey, everyone. I guess it's my time to sing you a little song," she said, a small laugh escaping. She took the guitar from a man that had appeared on the stage, slinging the strap over her shoulder and positioning it comfortably. As she held the handle with her left hand, she rested her right hand on the microphone. "I think I'll sing one of my absolute favorites by Fall Out Boy, called Xo. But I wanna share a little something I've heard from my grandfather with you guys before I do." The crowd went silent and the lights dimmed slightly as she glanced at someone to her right in the backstage section.
"From day one I talked about getting out, but not forgetting about how my worst fears are letting out. He said why put a new address on the same old loneliness, when breathing just passes the time until we all just get old and die. Now talking's just a waste of breath, and living's just a waste of death, and why put a new address on the same old loneliness. And this is you and me, and me and you, until we've got nothing left." Her voice started out quiet, but then got louder as guitar strings vibrated in the background, noting her song was about to start.
"I comb the crowd and pick you out My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out It starts eyes closed to fingers crossed To I swear I say -- to I swear I say
To hands between legs to whatever it takes To drinks at the club to the bar To the keys to your car To hotel stares to the emergency exit door
To the love I left my conscience Pressed between the pages of a Bible in the drawer What did it ever do for me I say..."
She continued the song, her fingers moving over the strings as if she had played the music one too many times. Ginger put her emotions into them, singing like she always did--to the crowd. While she sang, she kept glancing toward Solo, hoping that he wouldn't just disappear out of thing air.
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Cobalt
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^ lol, not Solo, but I luffles Keira anywho.
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 20, 2006 21:16:21 GMT -5
Solo gave her a remarkable grin, waving her off with his hand before leaning against a table with arms folded over his chest expectantly. He watched as she was almost pulled onto the stage by another girl. Hearing her threats and answering them with a mere mischevious glance that seemed to say "Nothing is certain, sweet-cheeks". He was curious as to how well she would manage on stage. She fit the rocker stereotype, but he never figured she actually was one. Watching her critically through chocolate bangs, Solo waited and listened to see what she was all about.
The words echoed from the speakers, Solo soaking in what she had to say, but scrutinized it too hard to truely understand what she meant by her grandfather's words. It was natural for Sol to get stuck in the details, never looking at the grand scheme of things. But whatever she was saying, Solo figured it was important and dear to her, and as such no foul comment would come from his mouth about it. Admiration shown in his eyes for her. She was truely a lot wiser than he thought her to be.
Next came the song. He listened to her, but soon forgot his scrutiny after the first verse. She was really quite good; no, she was a brilliant musician. An imperceptible smile came of his squarish face, meeting her eyes everytime she glanced over to him. Was she truely expecting him to run away while her mere voice was enough to bind his feet to the ground? Her glances were futile. Solo recognized her talent and pitied it for being wasted in this baneful place.
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 20, 2006 21:45:45 GMT -5
"To the love I left my conscience, Pressed between the pages of the Bible in the drawer "What did it ever do for me" I say..."
Ginger finished the song, head down slightly, letting the guitar strings vibrate a little longer before placing her hand over it to silence them. She lifted her head with a bright smile on, lifting a hand briefly in the air to the crowd. "Thanks, guys. You're really great. But I kinda have to get down now and let someone else flaunt their talent," she said, slipping the guitar strap over her head and handing it to the same guy that had given it to her. Ginger leaped down the stairs, making her way fluidly through the crowd to where she remembered Solo had been. Once she was standing in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to her left leg.
"Okay, hotstuff, now that that is over with..." she said, rolling her eyes. "Where were we? Oh yeah, preventing you from leaving without setting you in the right direction, right..." She bit her lower lip, glancing around briefly. Deciding to head toward the back again toward the tables they were at previously, she started that way. Without a thought or hesitation, she grabbed his wrist lightly as she passed him, as if he was her best friend, completely forgetting about what he had said earlier.
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Cobalt
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^ lol, not Solo, but I luffles Keira anywho.
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 20, 2006 22:04:42 GMT -5
Solo opened his mouth to say something, maybe about her beautiful voice or talent, but his throat seemed to disfunction. He couldn't bring himself to speak and let her comments be the interruption. Instead he gave her a sarcastically thrilled look and started to move as she did towards the back, but something he was not entirely prepared for occured. He felt a sensation around his wrist where she had grasped without knowing. His face lit up in surprise, following her quickly and trying to deal with it briefly, but before long began writhling and twisting his arm around as if she was burning his wrist off.
"Ah, ah, ah... Please leggo, Ging, just, please; just..." he growled, trying to prevent himself from just jerking his wrist out of her hand. He was perfectly capable of it, but it was like getting tickled by a friend. You absolutely hate it but don't want it to stop. Solo's wide eyes glanced around, making sure to remain unnoticed by those around, but as well trying to release himself from Ginger's grasp. "Not here. Let's go back to your place, or my place, and you can point me in any direction you like."
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 20, 2006 22:25:42 GMT -5
Ginger stopped, looking back at him. Then it clicked in her mind. Eyes going wide, she dropped his wrist, her heart picking up a beat a little too wild than it should have. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot..." she said, face flushing a dull red. "Um.. I don't really have a place. I just.. roam.." She managed to stutter everything out, the moment seeming to be a little more uncomfortable than it was just a few seconds ago. Ginger felt like a complete fool, forgetting that he hated to be touched. She had no idea what she was going to talk about. Maybe at least tell him he had one friend--her--and that was a good start. At the moment, she just wanted to slap herself or at least rewind time to prevent that stupid mistake from happening.
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Post by mauti on Jan 20, 2006 22:53:41 GMT -5
Sitting alone at a counter, a slim figure could be seen. Her head was down, nestled in the little cradle that her long arms made. Unkept hair billowed around her frame, it was as dark as the shady person who it was attachted to. Orange streaks appeared scattered through the ebontie mane, nearly as bright as the lights in the club. Her lids were down, to hide her striking steel eyes. She didn't like people looking at them, especialy males, they'd go blabbering on about how beautiful they were - beautiful my ass. She had to admit, they were a striking feture to her, but beautiful? No. Never.
What she was wearing was a typical 'don't get near me' signal, she was one of those goth, emo kids.. The ones who made themselves bleed for the hell of it. She didn't ever damage herself, she made others leak the crimson fluid. Wrapped around her torso was a small, tight fit, black tang - top, with dark stains on it, that horribly, resembled blood. She had gotten into a few fights, but no major ones.. Her leggings were the typical long, loose fit pants, comlete with glinting chains, hanging from little loopholes that had been stratigecly placed into her pants. Wrapped around her arms were glove-like things, that had finger holes, and reached up to her elbow.
But out of all the little accecories she adorned herself with, the collar stood out from the rest of them. It was huge, black, and studed with silver ordaments. She didn't like it, she hated it infact, but nevertheless, it was firmly clamped around her throat, forever and foralways.
Emptly glassed were lined around her head, indicating that she had had a little too much to drink, but whenever did she not have any? Shifting uncomfortably, Mauti lifted her dome, and glanced wearily around. The sudden tunes of a singer had disturbed her in her sleep, and she tried to comb out the annoyance from the throngs of people who had crouded into the club. An annoyed look was etched onto her faceade, but whenever did she go without the scowl?
"Damn.. Must've passed out again.. And what the hell is the shreiking all about? Don't tell me that some other dumb-ass whore thinks she's a punk rocker again... Should'a gone to the pub.. It would be quieter there.."
Glancing around as a slender hand reached up to rub the crust that had formed around her eyes as she had slept, Mauti found the source of her distress. Some little whoe who thought she would get lust-filled looks from men if she died her hair a freakish color. Now, the highlights in her dark hair was natural, like the stripes from her animal form. Yawning, Mauti dragged her ass of the stool, and started to make her way over to the ruby-haired freak.
As she neared the femme, she glanced to the male by her, and sneered. Skater-boy boyfriend and rocker couple.. Steriotypes. Oh how they had screwed her over. Lightly running her nails over the leather loop that wound it's way around her neck, her vived eyes held sarcasm, as her expression looked as if she had just murdered someone.
"You, the freak with the funny hair, that ain't how you make music. Nobody likes those boybands, you might as well like the Backstreet-homos."
Mauti despised all boybands, and preffered music, not that she ever listened to it, that was dark, were the lyrics talked of killing, suiside, and the courus was made up of screams. Now THAT was her kind of music. Her pools rolled back to the preformer, as she sneered an waited for some dim-witted response.
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Cobalt
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^ lol, not Solo, but I luffles Keira anywho.
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 21, 2006 9:52:31 GMT -5
Solo sighed and shrugged, putting his hands up in submission. He accepted her appology, amazingly, since grudges were so 'his thing'. It used to be if you weren't on Solo's shit list, you weren't doing anything worthwhile. The rules still applied, but he let Ginger have a free pass. She was kind to him and deserved only the joking cruelty amongst friends. Or so he figured, as the ultimate cause of blindness among men is the liking they have towards another female. When he thought about it he supposed they didn't really have 'places' here. Just square rooms with a bed or the synthetic stars under the many environments. He was about to say where they might want to go, when he was so rudely interrupted.
The scathing remark came from some freakish girl in mostly black clothing. Her hair particularily struck him, being of most interesting color. A large collar adorned her neck, almost like the one he bore. Only Solo didn't grace himself with studs. She was also quite young. Still a foolish, angsty teenager in his mind. Solo was what, 26? He didn't even ask Ginger. But anyways, this girl was very much out of line, such an insinuation was enough to make Solo grind his teeth. He glanced up to Ginger briefly, painting an incredulously arrogant smirk upon his face, one that he had a lot of practice to perfect.
"Being called a 'freak' by you, sassafrass, must be a real honor. Do I get to join the club too? Maybe you can teach me how to put on bucketloads of eyeliner and be annoying," was his snide, haughty, condescending remark to which he executed with as much superiority as he could get over this girl. Which was a lot, he was quite a bit taller. Sure, he realized he wasn't the one being addressed and she'd probably bite him for that, or whatever, but it didn't seem to matter. Ginger would just get angry and making people feel bad was just what this girl wanted; he supposed.
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 21, 2006 11:55:53 GMT -5
When Ginger had heard the remark from the girl, her anger flared into lively flames as she turned her icy blue orbs onto the figure who had appeared. Her hands had tightened into fists, nails digging into her palms to prevent herself from just striking out and screaming at the bitch. "For your information, Ms. Priss, I don't sing for the pleasure of knowing the crowd likes it. I sing the songs I want because I like them. If they don't, tough shit," she growled. Her body was tense, her anger to the point where she couldn't move unless it was to strike the girl down. "Considering that I'm a freak, I think you should look in the mirror, okay? I don't look like some sick dog after drinking from the wrong toilet bowl. I don't know what kinda bug crawled up that baggy ass of yours, but I'm sure if you do us all a pleasure and dig it out, this won't turn into a dramatic scene for everyone to talk about for the next fifty years."
Ginger, to some semblence, remembered that Solo was there, but her anger was riding hard. Of course, she didn't talk over him, but had spoken right after he had finished his little charade of words. Out of everyone in the building, this girl had charged out of no where and had the nerve to insult her favorite hobby. Well it just wasn't going to work. Her spirit was one that didn't get crushed too easily. As she kept her vivid icy blue gaze on the girl, she absently took a step forward, out of conscious, and probably a move seen as ready to kill someone or something.
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Post by mauti on Jan 21, 2006 13:46:50 GMT -5
"Look, I wasn't talkin' ta you, a stupid pretty boy. And there's nothing wrong with the way I use my eyeliner. You just don't use enough of it."
Mauti sneered, as he steel blue eyes glinted madly. She didn't drag her half-living corpse over here to be mouthed off by some Jesse McCartny(sp?) Look-alike. She was here - well, why was she here? It must have been some stupid choice she made being half drunk, but when was she ever in a right state of mind? She couldn't remember the last time she had a deicent conversation with someone without ripping their jugular out or having bottles of scotch being scattered over the table. When was the last time she was sober or didn't have a hang-over?
The femme let Ginger say her bit, and it took all of Mauti's might to stop from taking her by the throat and ripping it out. The tigeress let her livid eyes wander to the rocker's neck, as she watched it vibrate as her lips flapped. It would make a pretty necklace.. She mused silently, as she let her cold eyes suddenly flash back up to the ruby - haired girl.
A sick dog who just drank out of one of those pesky little things that humans take a dump on, aye? Well, it did seem true, Mauti hadn't had a shower in what, weeks? She wasn't that big on the personal hygine stuff anyway.. But why did she care? And then, the baggy ass comment? What the hell was that? A bug cralled up her? She didn't know of any worms.. She would have taken pills for it if she had worms.. And her ass wasn't all that bad. Sure, it was white as hell, but it wasn't baggy...
Mauti chose her words carefuly, trying them out in her mind. The music comment gave her a nice chuckle, she liked it for what? It sounded like crap. She remembered being little and seeing girls around the ages of nine screaming and fawning over bands like the one she had sang a song by.. And it made her gag. The female gulped down the bile that had formed on the back of her tounge and opened her mouth.
" Y' know, do you think I'm just a scumbag? I mean, there's hundreds of people out there, lke me, shifters or not, that would agree that your music sucks. Okay? Bitch I may be, but 'Ms. Priss?' You gotta be kidding me. Why don't you look at yourself if you wanna gawk at a prep?"
Mauti hissed. She tightened her fists, until she could feel the long, claw-like nails digging into her palms. Yes, she wanted to kill, kill and take and feast on the heart of the fremorra who dared talk about her that way.. Yes, a bitch she was, but it was just the way she was labeled. She couldn't really help it, it was her nature. As it was her nature to take the victim's heart after stealing it's life.. That way, it's soul would be hers forever.. And she couldn't wait to practice on the humans...
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Post by dinwrest on Jan 21, 2006 18:31:35 GMT -5
Dinik walked in the room as it seemed to have lots of friendly enough people . He noticed two people fighting and another near them. His friendly disposition told him to break up the fight , but his brain told him he would get hurt if he tried. To give him time to think he slowly walked over to them.
Jeff stepped through the crowd noticing two girls fighting . Once looking around more he noticed anther guy standing near them , and Dinik slowly walking through the crowd. He hoped that Din wasn't trying to stop the fight . Jeff stared at Din for a while hoping they would make eye contact . Sadly , Din had already decided what he was going to do.
Dinik nudged his way through the crowd and got to the two people fighting. "Hey , um excuse me , but why are you fighting , honestly ," he said ," we're all trapped in this hell hole , shouldn't we be friends and try to get out of here?" Din had no idea what bad could come from this. It was worth a try, or maybe not...
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Cobalt
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^ lol, not Solo, but I luffles Keira anywho.
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Post by Cobalt on Jan 21, 2006 18:55:49 GMT -5
Solo sighed outwardly as many voices seemed to swarm around him. There was Ginger being futile, the girl being equally fruitlessly catty, and now here was some dimwit who wanted to play 'hero' and break up the scruffle which hadn't even come to blows yet. It was like being back at Atlantic City with two many hot-heads in the same room. That cold city, falsey lit up with the lights of the casinos and the bars. There Solo had learned the meaning of 'status', where he learned most of his quick wit. It was a hard-ass city, even if you glanced the wrong way someone was liable to pounce on you. Shower you with insinuations and malignant intentions. It was no different here. People were just as mean, stupid, and socially inept as the real world; maybe even worse. Everything went to his head, went to his short-temper, went to his masochist nature. Ginger was being ignorant, the girl was being sadistic, and the guy was an utter imbescile.
Solo stepped in front of Ginger impulsively, if he was in his anthro form the fur along his back would've been standing on end. His green eyes glared needles, no longer being frivolous. He just wanted to get this over with an go home... Or to bed... or somewhere quiet. Besides, he didn't want Ginger to get hurt. Something about this girl was distinctly wild, soulless. It wouldn't matter if Solo was hurt, he could deal with it. He also wasn't particularily known for 'playing by the rules', women were equal to men then they could be hit by men. Especially one as animalistic as this.
"Drop it and go back to your drink. You'll have time enough for petty vendettas in the cage," were his baneful words. He only hoped that Ginger wouldn't do anything stupid, like try to take matters into her own hands - or paws. However he braced his long legs, feeling inately that somehow his civil words would not be enough for either of them.
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Post by Anya™ on Jan 21, 2006 19:08:11 GMT -5
A feline growl could be barely heard in her throat as her vision of the girl disappeared behind Solo's figure. She had hardly heard the new comer's words in her sudden rage. "I hope you know, if I was a prep I'd be carrying a damn mirror and actually looking at myself twenty-four goddamn seven. Does it look like I do that? Fuck no! So go stick your head in a god damn sandbox and stay the hell out of my business! I don't give a flying fuck if anyone likes the same music as I do!" were the last words she spat before brushing past both Solo and the new comer, heading toward the door. "Maybe if you weren't so drunk, your night could've been better."
Ginger needed to calm down before she seriously hurt an innocent, and she definitely didn't want that. The darkness, the lights, the loud sounds--everything-- annoyed her right now and gave her head something to complain about also. Damn critics, all of them. They always think they're better than everyone else or they have to try to make someone else feel worse than them just to be happy. I hope she knows it didn't work one god damn bit, she thought. She finally uncurled her fingers when she arrived at the door, one clamping over the knob and jerking it open, revealing the stark white room. As her hand slid off the knob when she exited the party, blood remained on it--but she didn't care. Nothing but calming down mattered at the moment.
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