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Post by aleksei jonathon jakobs on Feb 5, 2011 17:20:19 GMT -5
   • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Aleks lounged back against the tombstones, his heels dug into the grove between the black granite and metal railings that provided a tomb for... A "dearly beloved John Gregory Hill". Well, wasn't that just so quaint. Buried with a beautifully made tombstone, and then people go and sit on you, scuff their shoes on you, and birds shit on you. The circle of life is complete. He lay back, his head bumping against a "greatly missed Lily Holloway". Rolling his shoulders back, he heard the bones crack, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
He hadn't brought a coat out, despite the bitter cold. Nah, this was the easiest form of self destruction, and felt quite beautiful. To begin with, the walk to the cemetery had warmed him, but now, pulling off his v-neck black cashmere so that he sat in simply a thin cotton t-shirt. To begin with, the cold which swept over his bones made him shake, but after putting in his headphones (Black Veils Brides for the win, fucking hell, Andy Sixx is fucking hot) and sinking into the music, the cold left his bones. Instead, the blood drained from the surface of his skin, leaving the scars which covered his arms, normally pink and pale, dark black-purple, stark against the ivory pale of his skin. His fringe fell forward as he let himself be absorbed by the music, the black contrasting with his now pale demeanor, but his lips beginning to match the icy blue of his eyes.
Fuck off, yeah, some could say he'd get hypothermia, but hell to them. This feeling of complete detachment from your body was really quite an interesting experience. Was detachment really the right word? You felt everything so much sharper, and yet not at all. It just gave a very rarely felt feeling of being. Aleks had downed three cups of coffee while walking over, making sure he couldn't fall asleep, as however self destructive the boy might be, he wasn't a complete idiot. Hypothermia was a stupid reason to die, he wanted to go out with a suicidal, homicidal bang. So he sat, buzzed up, just being. With fucking awesome music pounding through his head.
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WORDS - bit under three hundred and seventy.
NOTES - here yah go.
TUNES - beautiful remains, black veil brides.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by cassie on Feb 5, 2011 17:32:37 GMT -5
Cass was indeed walking around the cemetary. Something about being surrounded by dead people. She had no one specific to mourn and well she was sure a lot of these people hardly ever got visitors and she felt bad for those. So she decided to go visit some dead people. She walked over to a pretty small tombstone that read 'beloved husband, father and grandfather,' under the name 'Mark Smith.' She sighed leaning in front of the tomb, she wasn't religious or anything.
Yes she believed in god, no she didn't believe in organized religions. It seemed like a bunch of bullshit to her. Definitely if her mother was all i'm a Christian and sleeping with a bunch of people and going through husbands like shoes. So yup she was sure a lot of 'Christians' were like that. Not that she minded and she didn't do prayer like most people. She talked to the man upstairs like she would a normal human being. So she closed her eyes, 'Hey god I know I don't do this often but I want to make this Mark guy seem relevant tell him someone cares.'. Opening her eyes she stood again and began walking around trying to find another tombstone that seemed nice.
She spotted one but as she neared it she saw someone was there so she placed her usual smile on and kept on walking. She wanted to know who this person was. He didn't seem to be a mourner and he just was sitting there. So what couldn't be interesting about some random stranger guy sitting by a tombstone? Hell nothing. She wasn't scared though, even if it was the sensible thing to do when you see some stranger. But Cass wasn't a sensible human being. She liked everyone and gave them all fair chances. She even still liked all the people in Alaska who treated her like crap. Hell she still liked her mom.
So as she neared she sat down near him, but not to close. "Hi,' she said energetically and a flip of her hair. "I'm Cass."
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Post by aleksei jonathon jakobs on Feb 5, 2011 17:49:22 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Ice blue eyes had slowly closed, and the volume on his music was turned down, for the silence in the background was so pure that volume seemed an unnecessary influence on the music. The final shivers that had wracked his body had stilled, and instead he had become completely still, his breathing slowed and his mind almost in a hypnotic trance, calm for fucking once, if only because of unnatural means. He almost wanted to take out the knife in his pocket, and draw it against his skin, simply to see how far into his flesh his blood had retreated. All colour had gone from his limbs, leaving behind it only black-purple scars and white white flesh. Almost statuesque.
And then, fucking hell, a fucking voice, coming in over the melodics playing into his ears, a fucking girl's voice, an intrusion into his being. Didn't people understand the concept of 'peace and quiet'. Yeah, maybe Aleks wasn't the most religious follower of those values, but he could fucking appreciate them every now and again. Hands moved slowly up, pushing the heels on his ice cold palms into his eyes, causing bright bursts of colour to flash across his brain, before his hands dropped, jerking the headphone cord out of his ears, the white cord dropping to the solid ground, the white silence enveloping him. His eyes flashed open, his lips sculpting themselves into a scowl, set and hard, before his head angled up in one swift move to look the girl in the eye. "What the fuck do you want?" His tone, was cold and violent, full of anger. Do not fucking disturb this motherfucker.
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WORDS - just under three hundred.
NOTES - sorry it's sorta shit.
TUNES - never give in, black veil brides.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by cassie on Feb 6, 2011 11:01:25 GMT -5
Cass felt her lips form a soft frown when he cursed at her. She was used to this or she had thought she was. Alaska had been a hell hole. Her mother cursed at her, her mothers boyfriend of the minute cursed at her, and so on and so forth. No one liked the strange girl, and well it was the cause to her being here. But not many people here were as mean as everyone in Alaska.
But it was all her fault of course, she did disrupt him. She bothered him, she was too happy. Whatever she could think of, it was the reason for him being like this, and none of it was anything but blaming herself. She always blamed herself. It was just the way she was, she was too sweet to blame other people. She thought everyone else was perfect, it was here who sucked. It was her who was bad, it was all her.
But she couldn't let this person know how her words effected him so she quickly placed a smile on her face. "I.." she sighed taking a slow steady breath before looking at him, trying her best not to flinch. She didn't like looking in peoples eyes, so she kept her eyes slightly averted. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't want to be bothered," as she said this she still didn't move. Hoping the apology would be accepted and then she'd of done something right for once in her life.
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Post by aleksei jonathon jakobs on Feb 14, 2011 8:52:57 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • He rolled his shoulders back, stretching his fingers, a scowl still firmly place on his face, a symptom of the fatal interruption. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t at his crankiest, but he was really fucking pissed off. And then the girl wasn’t even fucking fit, was a fucking little wavy blonde, what the fuck, sounding all happy-go-fucking-lucky. Really, was it too much to fucking ask for a little peace and quiet every now and again? Apparently. The only release that Aleks had found in this place was either self-inflicted, or, then, of course, maybe his ownership of Eliza. And yeah, from what Cameron told him, he was apparently fucking brilliant with that little birdie, Abrielle. It was all sort of foggy in his mind, screw it, but one thing he could definitely remember was that abstract feeling of power and headiness. Yeah, he’d want to do that again some time soon. I mean, not that he really had that much control over it, no matter what people thought. Yeah, he was a bastard in every day life, but when he became a psychotic bastard? It was always nearly completely unplanned for, the smallest things triggering him off, and then afterwards his memory of it would be fogged and confused.
Taking a few moments to let the blood return to his vocal cords, he tilted his head up at the girl, a belittling glare on his face. What, she didn’t think he wanted to be bothered? What, cause normal fucking human being liked a fucking little bubbly girl bouncing over to them when they were trying for a bit of isolation? Yeah, he fucking doubted it. Really, the way she flicked her hair in itself was infuriating enough. But hey, wait, what was that? Averted eyes? Ooh, are we making Little Miss Happy feel awkward? Maybe we’ve let her down. Would that just be such a pity, now. The smile which was now fixed on the girl’s face (what was that name she dropped, Cass? He didn’t really have a clue, and he didn’t really fucking care) seemed to be hiding something far more juicy, no longer truly ecstatic as she had seemed when she had first approached Aleksei. Well, at least he knew he was doing something right.
The corner of his mouth twisted up in grim amusement, and he let out a short, high pitched giggle of laughter. ”Aw, really, you didn’t think I wanted to be bothered?” His voice was mocking, derogatory, and the grin which lay behind his eyes was clear for all to see. Poor baby, did she want him to just roll over and accept that? Like some sort of philanthropic little bitch? Right babe, I don’t think you quite know who you’re talking to. This is Aleksei Jonathon motherfucking Jakobs. He doesn’t really go for that charitable approach. ”Cause what, you think anyone would fucking want to be bothered by someone like you? Aleks eyes flicked over her, and he gave a snort of derision. Let’s see just how quick we can make that smile disappear completely, shall we? ”You’re gonna have to do much fucking better if you want me to forgive you.” Like lie down and take a bit of bruising… But hey, a smirk lay on his face as he sat back against the headstone and watched her with beady eyes, waiting for the retort. The least the girl could fucking do for him was provide him with some entertainment. And she seemed the pleasing type, what with the immediately apology. Some would just curse right back at him, but the way she spoke? Was far too telling; people should really try to hide themselves a bit more.
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WORDS – bit over six hundred.
NOTES – sorry it’s so late, just moved house and don’t have internet.
TUNES – lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, p!atd.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by cassie on Feb 20, 2011 19:07:31 GMT -5
Cass frowned slightly at his words, she wasn't used to being treated like this. Hell not even anyone in normal ville treated her like this. They usually whispred behind her back and made her feel left out and excluded. Never actually being outright rude and mean to her. But she stayed away from normal people anyway, because when she was around them they seemed to treat her like she was some freak. And she never thought of herself like that, she always thought she was just different. Happy and sweet, but no one cared for happy and sweet anymore. Apparently that was also something in strangeville too. But she shook her head at the boy and looked down, trying not to look in his eyes. She was actually afraid, which was something that was strange coming from cass. "No..No I didn't," she stuttered. She felt like her whole body was shaking, she didn't know what to do, but she kept the tears from falling down her cheek. It was the only thing she could control.
His next comment stung a lot, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together. Because somewhere deep down she knew he was right. No one ever wanted to hang out with a girl like her. They might act like it, but Cass knew they never really liked her. They were just being nice. No one liked the strange, happy girl who spent her free time playing with toy trains. It hurt so much she couldn't keep the tears from falling, and she wiped at them as soon as they left. She didn't like crying in front of people, she always felt vulnerable. "I..I..I guess I wasn't thinking properly," she said, looking up from her eyelashes and giving him a weak smile. She was trying to get back into her 'happy' persona. It was better then sad, then how she felt.
What did she feel? The need to down something, anything, drugs, alcohol, food. Something to fill up the need to be perfect. To fill up her need to make everyone like her. Hell this guy not liking her, just ruined her whole thought processes. Made her want to do the things she thought were for losers, well the good kind of course, but still she didn't want to feel this need. This uncontrollable urge to hurt herself in anyway possible.
She nodded when he mentioned forgivness, but what would she do to make this boy forgive her? Make him look past her moment of stupidity. She wasn't sure, so she moved her hair out of her eyes and looked up and straight at him. "I'd...i'd do anything."
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Post by aleksei jonathon jakobs on Mar 3, 2011 13:08:33 GMT -5
 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • A grin tugged at the edge of Aleks' mouth as he watched the emotions flitting across the girl's face and body, watching the distress seep into her persona and affect that fucking annoying happiness she had bounced up with. And then, aw, what was that, her voice stuttered? How sweet. Aleks loved when he had this reaction from people, it made the minutes he wasted talking to them seem slightly more redeemable. And then that weak smile that se tried to push through, so fake when he could see her eyes watering, holding back tears. Aw baby, scared to cry in front of the big bad bully? Didn't want to expose what she was truly feeling? Pah, she was already completely exposed, the girl wasn't exactly good at hiding shit, what with that trembling voice, watering eyes, and obvious body language.
Oh, and she'd do anything for him? Really now, you shouldn't say that to Aleks, he'd get ideas. And there they were, flitting around the chalk board in his head, grating down in bright colours. That opened so many options, so many ways to scare her, so many ways to have fun. "Do anything?" His tone was mocking, one eyebrow raised as a chuckle filtered out between blue tinted lips. "Aw, baby girl, I don't think you mean that, do you now?" He simpered the words, as if talking to a five year old, shaking his head deridingly at her. But then his voice turned darker, more predatory, as he leant towards her, sparkles in his eyes, grin growing dangerous. "Cause you know, I'd love to take you up on that offer..." He stared straight into her eyes as he said it, leaning forward so that he was only a few inches from her face, before falling backwards to the tombstone and laughing, head tilted towards the skies.
His hands pulled a battered cigarette packet out of a pocket, with a lighter, and as he spoke his fingers lit the white cylinder, setting the ember brightly is the cold. "Hm, maybe I could make you go back to your room, carve you all up, let you bleed out, red staining the industrial plastic carpet. Or hey, maybe I'll just make you stay quiet as I put this cigarette out on your pulse point, watching you squirm, knowing it'll only be worse if you make a sound. And then, of course, there's always the classic, and I could just cut to the chase and rape you, right here on the grave of some nobody." He smirked, taking a drag of the fag, flicking the ash to the ground. "But I'll be nice and let you choose, how bout that?"
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WORDS – four hundred and fifty.
NOTES – here you go.
TUNES – sex changes, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by cassie on Mar 12, 2011 10:34:55 GMT -5
Cass frowned slightly, she looked back at the ground. She felt horrible, so darn horrible that she would jump off a nearest cliff if it made this guy forgive her. If it stopped these feelings of defeat and lonliness from escaping into her psyche. It hurt her, her whole body ached with the need to be perfect. Sighing she looked back at him when he spoke and nodded. "I do. I really do," she said softly. She had tilted her head to the side when he came closer and instinctivly stepped back. Now she was more then sad and confused, now she was scared. "I..I..I'd.." she whispered. "Anything," she finally said, she really didn't care if she was scared, confused or hurt. She wanted this guy to forgive her. No matter what it took.
She began to shake as his words registered in her brain, and she stepped back again. "i..I..None of those," she said softly closing her eyes. Getting ready for whatever it this guy was planning on doing. "P..Please...I...I...I don't...I don't...I just...I," she sighed not finding the right words to express her reasoning behind this. "I just don't want you to hate me," she finally settled on it, though her voice was shaky. "Butt.Please don't hurt me," she felt the tears fall and this time she made no move to hide them. "I'll do anything just please not that," she said, though she knew if it came down to it. Well she'd do either one of those things if it meant forgiveness.
She felt herself slipping to the ground, she couldn't think properly, she braced herself for the pain she was about to feel, or she was sure she was about to feel. Her eyes closed and she steadied her breathing, but tears were still flowing down her face.
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