Shit, that looks like a rapist... (Darcy)

[XERXES HARRISBURG]

My heart’s at a low, I'm so much to manage
(I'm falling in love, there's one disadvantage)
I THINK YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I’VE BEEN DAMAGED
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He really loved Hot Topic. Like, it wasn't one of those weirdo like, underwear stores with girls the size of like, penciles running around like they were going to like, rape you. And it wasn't all dark and scary like that Hollister place, because that would be an ideal rape place for rapist pedophiles. Like, if he was a pedophile, he knew that would be totally where he would hide. Like, right behind one of those giant palm tree things. Right in the corner. It would be like, perfect to just grab a little kid like, just Xerxes-sized, right around the waste, and yank him in, and...

Xerxes broke into a run, feeling sweat breaking out on his forehead. Oh no. Oh God no. He was panicking again, wasn’t he? No, no, seriously, he couldn’t be panicking. Panicking meant sweat, and sweat meant that his hair would get all like, messed up, and his hair getting all messed up meant stress, and stress meant Episodes.

Shit, shit Episode. He hadn’t had one in like, a day. No, no, he didn’t want an Episode. He picked up the pace, clenching his teeth and resisting the urge to break into a run.

He reached Hot Topic, barreling through the main doors and crashing head-on into a rack of t-shirts. He picked himself up from them, groaning and running his fingers through his hair. And it had looked so, like, good today too! He could feel all the white dye like, bleeding onto his skin. Oh no. That was not a good sign. Not, not, not, not a good sign.

He shivered and began to pick up the t-shirts. He didn’t actually know how to fold them, now that he looked at them. He crumpled them as neatly as he could and began to stack them back on the shelf, hoping that no people decided to like, come along right now. That would not be good. Not, not, not, not, not good at all.
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(T A G ! ?) Darcy
(W O R D S ! ?) 333
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!
(O U T F I T ! ?) Clickeeyyy
(N O T E S ! ?) nopeee
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Darcy LOVED the mall! It was so... OH! It was just so OH! Who could really say they didn't like it? It had something for every one, after all. A true melting pot of people, of all sorts. Jocks, geeks, freaks, nerds, beauties, schmucks, brains, divas, beatniks, stoners. Everyone was equal at the mall, so long as they could pay. It was truly beautiful, humanity working together and.. and...

AND OHMIGOD LOOKIT THAT SWEATER DRESS!

Money had never been an issue for Darcy, mostly because her parents used it to distract her from their absence. And whenever she felt particularly lonely she could always come here and update her wardrobe. Walking down the corridors of the mall, her hands full of bags, she was dressed to a tee. From her slim fitting tutle-neck, snug slacks, brown leather knee high boots, to her chic orange jacket; Darcy's look screamed autumn.

But today she ventured to a part of the mall that she had never really went to. Sure in passing she had seen it. It was, after all hard to miss, with it's dark look and indy music. Hot Topic was generally where the... darker... kids shopped. Not that their style wasn't interesting. Darcy could always appreciate those cute, tiny, plaid skirts and artfully torn shirts. Oh and those converses that were knee high! So cute! Walking in, the clerk gave her a doubtful, but amused, smile before going back to her(his) book.

She was looking for fishnet tights, for spirit week, and this was the place recommen- OH PERFUME! AND JEWELRY!! AND OMG WAS THAT LINGERIE? Her big, round, blue eyes widened with glee. GOD she loved the mall! Her fingers traced the many fabrics, textures, designs; containing the sudden urge to squiggle aloud. She had found a new spot at the mall, and maybe she could experiment with a new look. She could totes pull off the dark and mysterious theatre chick! While she was taking it all in, a rather worked up fellow (WITH FABULOUS HAIR) burst in. He looked, frightened, bless his heart. After spritzing herself (with a lovely vanilla and peony smell) she walked up behind him, her prance like walk not failing her now, and touched him on his narrow shoulder. "Hey there, are you alright?" Normally, she wouldn't have bothered him. But there was something, familiar about him. Maybe she went to school with him? She wasn't positive.

But whatever his problem was, Darcy was sure a Wetzel Pretzel could patch it right up!




TAGGED||Xerxes
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[XERXES HARRISBURG]

My heart’s at a low, I'm so much to manage
(I'm falling in love, there's one disadvantage)
I THINK YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I’VE BEEN DAMAGED
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Xerxes was getting kind of agitated. Like, not in the jumpy sort of agitated, but like the kind where you wanted to wet your pants whenever like, anything in the world happened. It was kind of hard to explain. But whatever. There you go. He whipped out his phone and typed some gibberish into the screen, hoping that it looked like he was actually texting and not just like, pretending to text. Which he totally wasn’t. Because he was so totally popular that he just texted all day long. With all his friends. Because he was totally popular.

He really did need some new jewelry though. What was he even doing over in the t-shirt section? He had like seven billion t-shirts at home. Stupid. He edged his way towards the jewelry section, humming something to himself and making sure that he was all texting-y and being popular and stuff. He glanced over his outfit, which it had only taken about half an hour to put to together. He was totally getting better at it now that he had more actual clothes and wasn’t just getting his dad’s like, farmer hand-me-downs that he always ended up having to like, cut into tiny pieces that would fit him. He was especially a fan of the necklaces he’d picked for today, which he’d found in the pocket of a pair of jeans lying in the hallway of the dorm. So kinda sketchy. But whatever. They worked. But something was missing. And it was something he really…

Oh! Gold shit! He needed some gold shit. You couldn’t have just an all-black outfit unless you wanted fat girls with like, pink hair and seventeen pounds of eyeshadow to come and knock their chests against you. But you couldn’t have like, pink either, unless you wanted tall guys on street corners to grab you by the neck and beat you to a pulp. So yeah. He needed gold. Gold for under like, ten dollars, since he still needed to get gas on the way home.

Gold, gold, gold. Xerxes was struck with a sudden impulse to shout out “Gold! Where are you?” as loudly as he possibly could. Except that that would be, you know, like, weird and shit. But where was the gold? Damnit, why did this always happen. Why did he have such like, terrible luck? His brother had good luck. He got chicks and shit. So how come-“

“Hey there, are you alright?"

Xerxes jumped about seven feet in the air, which was totally not an exaggeration. “RAPE!” he hollered instinctively, balling his hands into fists. He knew how to prepare for this. He’d learned it in school, from Mr. Guy, the only gym unit he’d ever paid attention in. You were supposed to scream at them, and then punch their nose, and then headbut them…no wait, maybe the headbut was first. Shit, he couldn’t remember. Shit. He was so getting raped, then. He was so getting raped.

Oh, but wait. What was this? This wasn’t a creepy old guy. This looked like a nice, like, girl. Oh. Okay. He could maybe work with this.

“Um. I’m, uh, good. Just, you know, looking for jewelry and stuff. Um…you?” He needed to keep her talking, on the off chance that she actually was a pedophile rapist. More time talking meant less time raping. Right?
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(T A G ! ?) Darcy
(W O R D S ! ?) 561
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!
(O U T F I T ! ?) Clickeeyyy
(N O T E S ! ?) nopeee
(C R E D I T !?)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing TLC, control

[tig]

“RAPE!”

He had screamed out so loud, Darcy jumped back in surprise, her blue eyes widening. A few people looked up in surprise, but seemed to deem little Darcy to be no threat to the skiddish young man, especially when he seemed to concede his statement. “Um. I’m, uh, good. Just, you know, looking for jewelry and stuff. Um…you?”

He still looked nervous, so Darcy picked up the fishnets that she had been looking for, and held it up like a white flag. "Just doing some shopping." Darcy took in his appearance slowly. "I love your hair! How much gel did you have to use to get it like that?" Darcy touched her own, honey brown hair, having always wondered what color she'd dye it, or how she'd do it.

Perhaps this fellow could help her, if the time ever came. His look was interesting, that was for sure. Perhaps she could pull off the darker look. Given Darcy's Father's position, her eye had always been drawn to the more expensive or couture look, but she was sure she could pull off a more teenagey and dramatic look. Her cloths, which she had felt so proud about, were suddenly cumbersome and constricting.

She looked at him, her expression suddenly sheepish and innocent. "I was actually thinking of doing a little change to my wardrobe." Looking around, Darcy became a little overwhelmed. "But I really don't know what would look good on me..." Darcy picked up a pair of skinny jeans. "What do you think about these??" She held them up for him to see, her mouth turning into a thoughtful pout. A big complaint about skinny jeans was that they made the donk region a bit too big. Would it be weird if she asked him if her butt was too big for these pants?

Probably straight off. She didn't even know if he wanted to help her.

"Maybe with a cute pair of pumps?" She added, trying to give him a little mental image.



TAGGED||Xerxes
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[XERXES HARRISBURG]

“Rape!” he hollered, bracing himself in like, the defensive stance or whatever. He knew. You had to like…okay, bent knees? Check. Fists? Check. Oh wait, were your arms supposed to be bent? Shit. He totally could not remember. How would he protect himself now? Oh God, he was so getting raped. He was so-

. "Just doing some shopping." Darcy took in his appearance slowly. "I love your hair! How much gel did you have to use to get it like that?"

Xerxes blinked. That wasn’t the voice of a rapist. Or maybe…no. She’d said something about hair. Okay, okay, good. Good so far. Maybe his defensive stance had scared her. So she probably wasn’t going to rape him. Okay. Good. Good. Xerxes exhaled deeply, relaxing.

The second he did so, his mouth seized control.

“Uh yeah, uh, thanks.” He grinned uneasily. Then, the full like, implications of what she’d said like, totally smacked him in the face. “Wait a minute. Okay, hold on. Gel? Gel? Uh, okay, back up. I totally do not use gel. Like, whoever uses gel is like, a total failure at uh, hair, uh stuff. Like, that’s the hairstyling equivalent of like…” He said the first word that came to his head. “Rape. Yeah, uh, like hair rape. I used TIGI Bed Head Maxxed-Out. That’s hairspray, by the way. And it totally smells like grapefruit. Yeah.”

Okay. Okay. Breathe. Breathe. He turned away from the girl, back to the clothing. Back to the nice, safe, happy clothing. Ugh, he hated his brain. Why did he have to be scared of people all the time? Why couldn’t he be scared of like, CD players? Or lampshades? Or something like, really easy to avoid? Not people. That just sucked.

. "I was actually thinking of doing a little change to my wardrobe." Looking around, Darcy became a little overwhelmed. "But I really don't know what would look good on me..." Darcy picked up a pair of skinny jeans. "What do you think about these??"

Xerxes gritted his teeth and turned around again, then shivered. “Oh God, not those.” He could feel his eyes burning just from looking at those things. Skinny jeans were cool and all, but that color…no. Just…just…no. “Okay, here, hold on.” He moved forward, running his fingers through the rack, gritting his teeth to suppress the screams that were still rising in his throat. This girl was fine. She was nice. Nice girl. Nice, happy girl. He didn’t need to be scared. But of course, that held no weight with Xerxes. God forbid he should be comfortable around a person. God for- “Okay, try this pair.” He held up a dark, refined pair. “These should like, look better with you. Darker colors are more like, slimming. Plus, see how they’re wider around the ankles? That should like, well, make your hips look…I mean, not that your hips are big! Or that you’re fat or anything!” Oh God, this was not going well. Okay, hold on. “Because you’re, um, totally not. Just that this pair will…um, well…yeah…”

Yeah. Xerxes plus girls did not equal fun. Especially pretty girls. Yeah. No.

. "Maybe with a cute pair of pumps?"

“I’d say, uh, stilettos,” he said, choosing a trend at random, since he totally did not know anything about heels. “Because that like, lengthens the legs and stuff. Oh, and definitely ankle straps. Because that’s just…uh, cool. Also, I’d wear a camisole. Like, the kind with lace.” He paused. “I mean, I wouldn’t. Cause I’m a guy and stuff.” He fisted his hands, feeling the sweat trickling from between his fingers. “Uh, yeah.”

count : 617 tags : Darcy
noted : Xerxes is dumb xD

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