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Post by OLIVIA TERRANCE HART on Apr 11, 2012 1:44:22 GMT -5
YOU GONNA FEEL IT. IM GONNA GET IT WE GONNA GET IT | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] “Show Me the Money” bounced off the four walls of Olivia Hart’s dorm room. Her roommate was nowhere to be seen and she took this time to blast her music. It lead her to running around her room dancing in nothing but her undies. It was a comedic sight especially since she didn’t try closing the door while she did this. Honestly, Ollie didn’t give a rat’s ass to who saw or who were offended by this. Soon the music changed to “Boys and Girls” by Pixie Lott. Another song Ollie had no problem dancing to. She just bounced from her closet to her dresser back to the closet, each time a new piece of clothing added to her slim frame. Her bra top was zipped up and then Ollie rolled on the floor trying to get her leopard tights on. She was going for a classy look today, something that her combination of vodka and some pill gave her. She didn’t know why, but she just felt like doing it that way.
Off the floor and now fully dressed up, Ollie stood in front of her mirror and bushed on some powder stuff. She didn’t wear much makeup, but she did put some things to enhanced her features even though her power could do that well enough for her. But this way it was more natural. The girl moved to her music and spun around before she fell onto her bed laughing. She moved around until she was at the edge of her red bed, Ollie grabbed her shoes and slipped them on her way out of her dorm not before she grabbed her iPod. Her ear buds were now in her ears and she was skipping through the hall. She shook her pink head around and giggled. She sent a kiss to some the guys before she continued on. Soon she was out and in the cool air which had no effect on her mood nor her skin. Another pill went into her mouth and down her throat before she picked a place to head to. Ollie laughed and grinned as she passed some people and waved at them. It wasn’t a surprise most people knew who she was by now. The girl was a time bomb that could go off many times. She had so many attitude problems that could not be fix seeing as her body reacts differently to mood adjusters especially since she abused most of them.
The pixie like girl continued to walk and dance around until she found herself in the empty gym. She grinned at her luck and ran over to the radio. She took out some wires and connected her iPod to the stereo and pressed play. She might as well give the room a good use. Even if she wasn’t dressed for it. She popped another pill and then went to the center of the room and shook her head before she went back to dancing. The place was big enough for her just to go out. Her body left the goal of enhancing the drugs and instead made the girl graceful while she jumped around. Ollie moved her hips and then torso in rhythm. It didn’t take long before she was on the ground breathing hard. Her head spun and she was full of giggles. She pulled out another pill and took it. It was like there was no end for the girl. And today her thought process was definitely gone.
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Post by LANFORD ANSON WHYTE on Apr 12, 2012 22:51:40 GMT -5
[style=height: 5px;] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Annie spent most of the day outside, with a sketchbook. He had done maybe twelve detailed sketches in charcoal before he finally became tired and started trudging back to his room. After a quick shower, he slipped on a white t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and some tennis shoes.
Though it normally doesn't, it suddenly occurred to Annie that he was incredibly inactive. It shouldn't have bothered him. It really shouldn't have. But how did he expect to show off his tattoos if everyone was distracted by his extra pudge? So he filled up a water bottle and started for the gym. He was going to work out. He was going to get ripped. And he would do it in record time, obviously. At least, that was how it went down in his head.
When he got to the gym, though, there was a girl dancing around like she was possessed or something--in a good way. It took him all of ten seconds to deduce that it was Olivia. His Olivia. And she was definitely under the influence of something. He watched her collapse to the ground and swallow a pill before his muscles thawed and he could move again. He stepped over and crouched down next to her.
"What are you doing, Ollie?" he asked gently. "How out of it are you right now?"
Lane knew that Olivia's harmful habits had escalated, and a great portion of them could be called addictions. Or maybe she was just addicted to being trashed, in any way at all. Intoxication. That was her drug, Lane thought. He wished she would stop. Not only was it ruining her health, but it was also making him think of the future. He needed her around, for one. But what if they were to ever become something more? And what if he were to give into his father and become the business man he never wanted to be, there was no way he could continue to be friends with her, much less . . . He didn't want to let his thoughts go there. It was a dangerous road to travel down when he wasn't in his room, alone, at night with nothing else to think about. Now was not the time for emotions to get in the way. He needed to be clear-headed to deal with Ollie in this state.
He took a quick inventory of her breathing, her skin color, and her eyes, trying to determine if he should call a nurse. If got sick, or even died, right under his nose, Lane didn't think he would ever recover.
"I know you don't want to hear this," he said very quietly, unsure of whether or not he really wanted her to hear it. "But you're really hurting yourself, Ol. It's really hard watching you do this to yourself." He found suddenly he didn't care, much, if she heard. Bitterly, he thought, She probably won't remember it tomorrow, anyway. She looks really fucking messed up right now. [/style][style= width: 200px; font-size: 09px; font-family: arial; padding: 5px; color: 6a6a6a;] thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0 [/style] |
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Post by OLIVIA TERRANCE HART on Apr 13, 2012 2:09:14 GMT -5
YOU GONNA FEEL IT. IM GONNA GET IT WE GONNA GET IT | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Olivia looked up. Her eyebrows frowned in while her eyes tried to focus on the person crounched down next to her. She titled her pink head to the side a bit and finally her eyes focused while it looked like the words he spoke were flying around her. Ollie giggled. “Hey.” She drew out the word. “Annie. You look especially handsome today.” Ollie giggled again and threw her arms over her head. She rubbed her face before rolling over. “Well Annie.” The girl paused enough to push herself up some. “I was dancing.” She nodded and went onto sitting on her legs. She looked around the room and let her eyes wondered. It looked so different now. It looked more fun and less blah. Or at least she thought. Her blue eyes went back over to Annie and she grinned. She just gave him a large smile before the rest of his words played into her mind. She wasn’t a slow person, she just couldn’t process things fast when she was under a trance. Well that’s what she called it. A trance. She didn’t really feel like high was the best word for it. It was boring and normal, and just unappealing.
“Annie, I am just a little bit out of it.” The girl shrugged. It was definitely not an exaggeration. She was completely out of it. Nothing and everything made sense. Somewhere in the back of her mind was telling her she was going to be in trouble. Or that she was already in trouble. Actually her mind couldn’t make up and it was just shoved back. Her innocent eyes just kept on Annie. She grinned once more and then giggled again. “I’m fine. I’m actually more than fine. I’m amazing.” The girl swayed a bit before she finally stood up and looked at the boy. He was always so concerned about her. He always thought about her and her well being. He was so sweet. The girl looked at him fondly. “What are you doing here?” it was a question that wondered out of her mouth. She would never have expected him to be in the gym. Or at least wondering around. He was always doing something worth his time.
The girl looked at him. She looked straight at him. It was true, Olivia got herself in trouble with Annie again. He wasn’t one who agreed with her lifestyle choice, especially since it just increased recently. But Ollie found no problem in it. She loved it practically. Not to mention it made things easier to deal with and made the time go by faster. She was in hell being here, and it was an out. The girl pouted before she squinted and gave him a hard look. “Then stop watching Annie. No one’s making you stick around.” She shrugged. Olivia honestly thought it was his problem he was watching herself get wasted. She had no problem. The girl went over to her iPod and picked another song. “Nothing’s wrong. My ability makes sure of that. It keeps me healthy or what not.” She didn’t mention the part that it can also increase the reaction of the stuff she took in.
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Post by LANFORD ANSON WHYTE on Apr 16, 2012 22:19:36 GMT -5
[style=height: 5px;] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lane watched Ollie figure out who he was patiently, then offered his hand for her to take, to help her to her feet. "Hey yourself," he said, unable to bring his voice much louder than a whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. This time, he was more satisfied with his voice. He sounded much more confident and sure of himself than he felt. He should be used to this, he knew. He should be acting like he knew his way around this territory. But with Ollie, everything was always teetering over the edge. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." It wasn't exactly true, but he was just playing along.
"Dancing, huh?" He cocked his head to the side. "In those clothes? What were you thinking?" Annie was only passing the time, waiting for the right moment to "attack", so to speak, and find out what exactly she was on, and how much of it. Of course, he would never turn her into the authorities (meaning the staff at AMG). Maybe it was selfish of him--they might be able to help her. But just in case they took her away from him, there was no way it was happening. So he would just have to wait it out and try to keep bad things from happening to her.
Just a little bit out of it. Lane had to try hard not to scoff at that one. She was lying on the floor of AMG's gym, sweaty and pale, swallowing pills (or, he assumed it was more than the one he witnessed) in party clothes. That was what he called way more than out of it. But he didn't say anything. He didn't dare. He was not in the mood for a fight today.
Her next statement he ignored, too. Of course she was fine. That's what she did this for, right? The high? The euphoric feeling? But later would be the crash, and if not, something bad would happen while she was too disoriented to pay attention and she would be gone forever, or at least come back with mental damage. He knew he shouldn't worry about her health--it wasn't an issue. But all the drugs she was taking had to be weakening it or something. There was no way her power could just resist all of that abuse to her body.
Lane flashed a small smile. "I came here to work out. You know. The typical thing that one does while in a gym. I had this weird feeling that I was really skinny and scrawny, and you know what, it turns out I am. So I was going to fix that." It crossed his mind, but only for a second, that maybe it was more intuition than the sudden thirst for strength that led him here, but he didn't dwell on it. Thoughts like that led to feelings that he wanted nothing to do with.
Her words bit into him like a snake. She was keeping him here. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving her disoriented and giggly and vulnerable when there was so much opportunity for things to go wrong. His face stayed flat and his voice was monotonous when he said, "You're my best friend, Ol. I'm not just going to leave you here."
The reminder of her power lightened him up a little bit. At least that was one less thing to worry about. "I know. I'm sorry. I was just making sure. I think you're wearing yourself thin. You can't rely on that to get you through everything. What if it suddenly stops working one day?" So much for trying not to start a fight. He just couldn't help it. One way or another, he was going to get through to her eventually. [/style][style= width: 200px; font-size: 09px; font-family: arial; padding: 5px; color: 6a6a6a;] NOTES: Better? :D Or were the words too small? thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0 [/style] |
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