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Post by AMY WINSTON on Oct 22, 2010 3:22:02 GMT -5
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One of the stupid Chonga bitches at the Movie theatre went into labor, so Amy had to come in and do her own shift when the theater opened at eleven AM, in addition to AnaLaticia's shift. She wouldn't be getting out of there until 9. Even worse, today was the opening day of four highly-anticipated new movies. One was the newest Twilight rip-off, that happened to feature a lot of shirtless Taylor Lautner, who all the little 12 year olds got into a tizzy over. A popular comic book was adapted for film so there were the obligatory super nerds who were so nervous around females that they could hardly ask Amy for a large Coke without needing their inhalers. And then there was the latest animated adventure that featured a cute talking animal, meaning lots of sticky, sticky kids. Finally was a self proclaimed 'indie' flick, which meant that it wasn't really indie, just made really annoying references to pop culture in a satirical way. This one annoyed Amy the most, as she had to listen to stupid ass hipsters arguing over who 'got it' the most as she refilled their popcorn. Seriously, Fuck. Off. And. Die.
On top of all of that, she still needed to go tend bar at the Alleyway. Fuck! Luckily, her apartment was on the way, down by the docks. She pushed her key in the lock and flipped an exposed light switch, kicking the door closed while peeling off the uncomfortable maroon jersey polo. She undid the button on her stupid black work pants and kicked off her non-stick black shoes. With dexterity that only came from months, if not years of practice, she balled up the laundry and tossed it in a hamper in the corner. She would have to do some laundry when she got home too. And cram for her Social Media class. Ugh.
Still annoyed and half naked, she stalked to her room, throwing open her little armoire, and selecting her clothes for the evening. The Alleyway was a seedy ass place, and Boss Puck hated it when she wore anything 'too frilly,' but fuck it, she wanted to make good tips tonight, and she was having quite the day. She selected a vaguely sturdy white shirt with black corset detail, which showed some pretty good cleavage, ensuring at least some money. Not wanting to piss off Boss Puck too much, she selected the grungiest pair of jeans she owned. They were baggy, but hugged her butt nicely. They had once belonged to Jon, and he had left them at her house one weekend when her parents returned earlier from their cruise than they should have. He had climbed out the window, wearing his shirt and a pair of boxers and ended up flitting through the woods to his house that way. If she didn't totally hate Jon, the memory would have made her smile. She shook her head, and yanked the jeans on, enjoying the feel of the comfy worn denim.
Amy walked into the bathroom, and tugging at her hairtie, she let the bun her hair had been pulled into down, her dark brown hair spilling into loose ringlets down her shoulders. She rinsed her face and applied a light smattering of makeup, yanking a gray beanie over her tresses, deciding it made her more tough looking. Amy pulled on her favorite blue converse and her ratty old backpack, and touched the choker that was tied around her neck, asking the same question she asked herself every day. 'Should I take it off?' Her and Jon had bought the necklaces at the Flea Market for each other one summer day, years ago. She hadn't cut it off yet, because she just couldn't bring herself to do it. It was a reminder of happier days. Sighing, she ran out of the apartment, checking her phone. "Fuck! I'm late!"
Her eyes watched the pavement fly by as she ran the three blocks to her shitty job. It sounded like there was a fight already on. Fuck, Curly was gonna slaughter her. Amy flung open the back entrance, and ran through the sad excuse for a kitchen, snatching a chicken strip and a couple of fries off a basket fresh out of a window. She stuffed them in her mouth, and hit the bar, throwing her backpack in the designated area. Mumbling a "Sorry 'm late," she swallowed her 'dinner' and glanced toward the action. It looked like some fresh meat had decided to partake in Boss Puck's little 'game,' which was the reason she had decided to get a job here anyway. Fight Club was her number one favorite movie. Other than Alice In Wonderland. The moment she had heard his 'rules,' she had to have a job here. Night after night, she watched dumb fucks get the shit beaten out of them by less dumb fucks, and night after night, she pumped them full of alcohol so they wouldn't feel the pain. It was an endless, but well paying cycle. Sometimes, they were hit so hard they forgot if they tipped Amy, three maybe four times. Money in the bank. But tonight, the bar looked a little sparse, less customers, less fighters, less drinkers. Her bright blue eyes shot toward the ceiling as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, waiting until she was called on by a neanderthal.
If anything, at least tonight couldn't get any worse.
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Oct 22, 2010 3:45:57 GMT -5
  
Jon had had a lovely day. So good in fact, it was very difficult for him not to smile. He had ended the previous night with a pretty little college student, who had enough sense to vanish before he woke up (could she have been miffed about the wax thing? Oh well), followed by a Breakfast in Central Park where he entertained a lovely Cougar who brought him back to her place for lunch. Being that she was a lady of esteem he played nicer with her, much to his disdain. After leaving quickly, before her husband could return home, he managed to get the number of one of the Boarding School's seniors. But, all this exercise aside, the beast was restless, and nameless girls with pretty faces weren't doing it for him at the moment. The Beast wanted blood, and who was Jon Rossum to deny such a magnificent creature? His mind carried on to Amy, sweet little Amy, and the little shindig she worked at near her apartment. A Fight Club, yes that might be able to do nicely.
But was Amy ready for him to swoop in on his White Horse to rescue her from her current state of loneliness? Amy had always hated being lonely so very much. Pondering this, the beast purred deeply in his chest, and he grinned.Good enough for him.
Wearing a snug fitting stripped tee shirt, slightly baggy blue jeans, and his navy blue blazer he walked confidently to the docks. The Beast within him was so powerful, he hardly felt in sort of worry about wandering around such a seedy place by himself. Since the creatures awakening he had become stronger, faster, more agile, more vicious. Jon pitied the man he'd face tonight. Well, almost pitied.
He entered the building, watching someones teeth get knocked out of their mouth, their blood spilling out of their mouth like a morbid Niagara Falls. The Beast growled with wanting. Oh yes, tonight would prove to be just as wonderful as his day he was sure. Glancing at the bar, he most certainly saw his Amy at the bar, though her mood hardly matched his. Second guessing if tonight was the night for a moment, the Beast purred with encouragement.
He said to the ringmaster. "I want in on the next fight." The man stared at Jon Rossum doubtfully, but shrugged in a manner that very much said: It's your funeral pretty boy.
The ring was more of a elevated floor with a crowd of people watching. Some were scrappers sizing up the competition, others betters trying to make a buck, other were just spectators who wanted to see some raw violence. Jon removed his shoes, socks, blazer, and shirt; exposing his finely toned chest. He was took focused on his competitor to pay much attention to the cheering/jeering crowd. The rival was an inch or two taller than Jon, a little lanker, not quite as defined. The Beast wanted to mangle the poor thing, beat him bloody, beat him raw. Not that Jon could kill the fellow here, no, that would cause a panic, and police, and such other mess. Too tedious to deal with, Jon and the Beast would have to make due with just beating him.
They were given the go ahead, and the men circled each other. He was obviously a veteran in the ring by the scars developed on his face, which stared at him with similar doubt as the Ringmaster. A little too fast, the rival came forward swinging his fist. Jon dodged it, the Jabberwock biding his time. One swing, two swing, three swing. This man was sloppy, and Jon was sure his past victories were flukes and dumb luck. Like a cat who just caused a mouse, on smacked the guy in the face, causing an ooh from the crowd and the mans face to flush. Yes, embarrass him, make his defeat all the more painful. Angrily the man swung twice more, only grazing Jon's cheek barely with the very tip of his knuckle. Jon swung once, twice, thrice more. One landing on the mans face, once in the gut, last in the solarplex. But the Beast grew steadily bored as the fight went on. As the fight went on he ended on top of the man, whose face became something comparable to a squished tomato. The man raised his arm up, the fight was over.
The mans blood was staining Jon's fist, who put his shoes on lazily, not bothering to put back on his shirt as he approached the bar. Amy had her back to him, and he smiled at the upcoming surprise. "Garcon?" He asked, grinning at his ingenuity. It was a peeve of Amy's, when girl servers were called Garcon by employees. She almost never failed to correct them, that Garcon meant boy. "A shot, if you please. Strongest thing you got..." He acted casual, pretending to be interested in the fight. Like he had no idea it was his Amy standing before him.
If all went well, things would be kosher by morning.
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Oct 26, 2010 14:52:19 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Amy's eyes glazed over as more people came to watch the fight. Some of them called for drinks, and she mixed them mechanically, letting her mind wander to the subject she often tried to close and shut away. Jon. As she zoned out, her fingers plucked absentmindedly at her necklace, and she reminded herself of all the reasons she should hate Jon. He was a dick. He cheated on her. He never respected her wishes when it came to anything. He lied to her. She could do so much better. So why hadn't she? Jon was her first everything, first boyfriend, first sexual partner, first love. But that didn't mean she couldn't have more. It had been two years since she had seen him, so why was she still creeping his facebook? Why hadn't she even looked at any other guys? Why had she turned down any and all potential suitors? Was she broken, or stupid? Or had all the LSD made her crazy, like the urban legends said?
Shaking her head, Amy dropped her necklace and poured herself a shot. Boss Puck never really cared about IDing people, and the cops seemed to know better than to raid this place. As long as Amy stayed sober enough to do her job, she was pretty much given free reign. She turned back to look at the fight, trying to distract herself as the shot burned its way through her chest. Someone was causing quite the commotion in the ring. Through the spectators, she only got a glimpse, but the glimpse she got was enough to show her that the person was clearly kicking some serious ass. He was tall, and pale, and very thin. He had dark hair, but she couldn't really see him properly. For some reason, he was intriguing her immensely. He seemed so familiar.
The fight was won, and everyone remembered her existance, clamboring to get a drink so they could discuss the defeat of one of the rings top competitors. Her back was turned, a wry smile on her face, wanting to thank this mysterious victor. Ted Westmass was a drunken fiend who would constantly and without fail try and get in Amy's pants. He had done everything, and one of the scars on his face came from her. She was walking past him, holding a tray of beer bottles to bring to a table, and he decided to try and slip his hand under her skirt. Quick as a flash, she had grabbed one of the bottles as it fell, and broke it over his head. He hadn't come back for two weeks after that. Whoever had kicked Teddy bear's ass was a friend of Amelia Winston, that was for sure.
Her back was turned to the rest of the patrons as she mixed drinks when she heard someone call to her. "Garcon? A shot, if you please. Strongest thing you've got...." Her body tensed up, one of her peeves ticked. She grabbed the bottle of Everclear, pouring it into a shot glass, while she responded to the male behind her, her tone acidic. "Did you know that the term Garcon is used to refer to a man?" She turned on her heel. "Do I look like a man to yo-" She dropped the glass and the bottle, the shotglass being to small to shatter, but the Everclear bottle smashing to pieces. Amy didn't notice either of them. The bottle breaking had caused the noise to die down, and several patrons of the bar to stare at her like she was an idiot, but she didn't notice, or very much care. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He hardly looked changed at all. "Jon?" She choked out, realizing that his garcon quip was meant as a joke. Fuck him. She only had enough brain power left to ask him one question, the most important question she could think of at that point. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Oct 28, 2010 14:49:07 GMT -5
There was something very arousing, Jon noticed, when Amy became surprised. It was very difficult to keep his Oscar worthy shocked expression on his face, but he managed. Her mouth was only slightly ajar, showing off her full lips, and her eyes sparkled so angelically. They were blue, so very blue. Like the sky. Like the ocean. Like a forget-me-not petal. But mingled with... shock. Maybe fear? The beast in Jon's chest purred sweetly, liking this.
Like Amy, he ignored the Everclear bottle shattering on the ground. He kept his curiously black eyes on her, scratching the back of his head in a sheepish manner. "Thought those pants looked familiar..." Hrm, she did not look pleased. Not even a weensy bit. Could she still be mad about that thing? Truly there was no concept more ridiculous in Jon's mind than fidelity. He cleared his throat in apparent discomfort, though he was more preoccupied than anything. It was a rare thing, that Jon question this Beast which resided in his mind and chest. It usually never steered him wrong: gullible girls with loose morals, the perfect place to strike someone in a fight, the correct moments to purr and growl in a conversation (figuratively speaking of course). But right now he was questioning if the Beast had told him to strike too soon. Was she not lonely enough? Did she not quite need him yet. The Creature hissed at his defiance, and gave a forgiving purr when Jon outwardly flinched at the scolding. The purr was soothing, as if whisper 'It's okay, trust me.'
She demanded to know why he was here. "Well," His voice said, bleeding innocence. "I was going to get a shot, to celebrate my victory over that putts over there." He pointed over to the poor sap nursing his wounds and his ego. "But if you want to get technical, I'm talking to you now." His dark eyes glanced down her face, and rested on her neck. Interesting, very interesting. That was the necklace he bought her years ago. He forced a victorious grin to remain off his face, but he did want her to notice that he had noticed. Jon's eyes darted back up to hers, as if contrite for seeing the necklace. Like it was something inappropriate and not meant for his eyes.
He wished he could read her mind. He must look a bit different than she remembered after all. Still the same face, but with more muscle. He had been such a skinny little twerp, but now... The Beast had made him strong, and it showed, especially since he was standing before he without wearing a shirt. "You look, uh, great. You really do."
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Nov 1, 2010 18:42:36 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Okay, what the fuck. Had he followed her? What are the chances that her old boyfriend had just waltzed into her place of work in a huge city that she hadn't even TOLD anyone (short of her parents) that she was going to? Stalker. He of course looked shocked that she was there, but she could have bet money that it was an act. His eyes roamed her body and instead of answering her question, he commented on her pants. Okay, his pants technically. But what the fuck ever. Luckily, his question was enough to snap her back into things. She grabbed a broom next to the bar and started to sweep up the shattered glass, talking over her shoulder at him. "Yeah, well, sometimes my boss wants me to look like a douchebag, and these are my douchebag pants." She dumped the glass into a trashcan, and retrieved another bottle of Everclear from a cabinet under the bar.
She tried to do everything she could to keep from looking in his eyes, but she did notice that he flinched, hard at something. Good. it probably meant that he was remembering what he did to her. Dick. He finally answered her original question, but of course, in true Jon fashion, he answered sarcastically. She rolled her eyes, and leaned against the back of the bar, as far away from Jon as she could get while still being able to hear him. "I meant what are you doing here. In New York. Where I am. Smartass." She glowered at him, her lip curling in disgust and anger.
Now that she was looking at his eyes, she was able to notice that he had spotted her necklace. Shit. Why didn't she get rid of the stupid thing? She noticed that he wasn't wearing his, so she'd have to look like some lovesick puppy, still carrying a torch for the love that had passed her by. Which she wasn't. At all. She looked down, and her eyes fell on his thin torso. He was still gorgeous, his body was toned, and muscle-y. He was much more buff than he used to be, and, as much as she hated herself for it, she couldn't help but think that he was still the most attractive guy she had ever laid eyes on. He mentioned that she looked good, and, determined to not give him any satisfaction, she squared her jaw and sneered, "Yeah, I know." she crossed her arms, and set her gaze elsewhere.
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Nov 2, 2010 0:32:46 GMT -5
   _________________________________________________________________ Amy always had two sorts of insults. She could be vindictive enough to cut someone down to the core, mangle their manhood in her wicked feminine jaws, and then proceed to spit them out all bloody and bruised. And then she had her insults that were just cute, usually with some profane language one would not expect from such a pristine looking lady, but spoken in such a way that they were basically weightless. For instance calling her (his) pants her douchebag pants, while being completely obscene, was absolutely the cutest thing he had seen in quite sometime. He wished in a way that she was not being such a lemon head, so that he could grin at her and not further request for an ensuing of her wrath.
Balls.
Instead his face created a sore looking grimace, that hurt his cheeks in an unpleasant way. Obviously his sarcasm did not soften her, and in fact had the opposite effect.
Balls again.
Women were such complicated creatures. What happened to the good old days when they were taught to obey their mates, close their eyes to little indiscretions, and busy themselves with being perfect little dolls? Sigh and sigh again, what a tragic age he lived in. What an unfair lot that he was born in a time when he would miss the society norm of his preference. However, one must not dawdle on such tragedy. When one had lemons, one must make lemonade. And oh, the lemons he had.
"Sorry. Sometimes I can't help it. Being sarcastic. You... threw me off guard." It was a lie of course. But once again, he managed to be convincing. His face was already flushed, so the absence of the current ability to blush was not too much of an issue. However, he did lower his eyes contritely and trace the lines on a scratch embedded deeply into the bar counter. "I moved to New York about a month ago, and heard about this place through the grapevine. I mean, I figured you would be here in the city. But its such a big place I doubted we'd really ever see each other. I had hoped but... not like this."
DAMN HE WAS GOOD!
His eyes darted back to her necklace, but quickly back to her eyes. "You still have it? I would have thought you would have set it on fire by now. It make me happy you didn't, don't get me wrong. But it surprised me." He pulled out his blue version and set it on the table, like it was incriminating evidence. "I'm not use to being surprised."
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Nov 3, 2010 16:21:53 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jon pulled a face at her douchebag comment, and she smiled to herself. Yes, the insult was childish and hardly carried any weight, but still. An insult it was none the less, and she was pleased to see that he didn't laugh at her. That would have made her very, very upset. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, her little voice piped up. It was a marvel it hadn't happened already, the little British girl was always so big on Amy using her manners. 'Why again do you distaste him so? He seems contrite.' Amy pushed her into a corner of her brain, and argued that it was probably an act. Ugh, arguing with herself. Cool. She blew her bangs out of her face, annoyed, and retrieved a beer for an impatient gentleman before turning her attention back to Jon.
Wait, did he just say that she...threw him off guard? Jon? Off guard? Her eyebrows shot up skeptically, and she snorted disbelievingly. The voice started up again. 'But what if he's telling the truth? You were quite enamored with him at one point. Couldn't you just-?' Amy's face scrunched up into a glare 'No. I can't.' She thought, locking the voice in it's box hopefully for good.
Needing something to deal with Jon, she poured herself a double-shot of top shelf vodka, really wishing she had one of Eli's special lollipops to calm her ass down. He told her that he had hoped to run into her, and something about the vodka in her chest and his contrite tone started to soften her towards him. She downed another shot, and, after a pause, poured him one too, giving a look that dared him to complain about the choice of free liquor. "Yeah, I kinda chose New York for the acting and the size. It's a good place to hide if you don't want to be found. At least, that's what I thought." She stared at him. There was something different about him, but she couldn't exactly place it. But there was a change. She'd come back to it later.
Amy watched as his eyes flickered back to her necklace, and back up to her eyes. She was about to defend the reason for having it, when the unthinkable happened. He pulled his out. The little blue mushroom rested on the counter, and she couldn't look anywhere else. Her mouth dropped open, and her hand reached out to it, not quite touching it, but hardly believing that evidence that he still cared actually existed. She dropped her hand, and closed her eyes, pushing hard against that stupid Jon charm. That stupid thing that had kept her running back to him everytime they fought. That stupid thing that was telling her, no SCREAMING at her that she should give him another chance. Fuck that. If he wanted another chance, it was gonna take a lot more than some stupid matching necklaces.
And yet...
She opened her eyes, and they flickered back and forth from his contrite face to the necklace on the counter. She poured another shot and downed it frantically. This couldn't happen. From inside her head, the voice broke violently out of it's little locked box, and it's tone was so very, very smug as it said, quite clearly, 'Told you so.'
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Nov 6, 2010 19:58:41 GMT -5
_________________________________________________________________ She was scoffing at him, and the beast dwelling in Jon's chest growled dangerously. Why was she being so fucking difficult? Here he was apologizing, (true not sincerely, but she didn't know that) and she was being a damn snatch about it. He frowned in a stung way, it was probably the truest emotion he had shown her thus far, and stared at the Vodka bitterly. "Whatever Amy, you don't have to believe I'm surprised." Tossing back the shot in an almost violent way, he glared at her darkly keeping his charade going. "Though it would be ridiculous to assume anything else. After what I did to you, it would make sense for me to think the worse. You give me way to much credit...." It bothered him that she was not already simpering in his arms.
Fuck.
Her reaction to his own necklace was promising, but he was still butt hurt and only allowed his face to soften a little. He gripped his empty shot glass angrily, wondering why this was not going to plan. Maybe he had missed something? Maybe she was seeing someone? The idea made his throat tighten, and his jaw locked in rage.
He'd kill the fucking bastard! He'd fucking rip out his throat and shove it up the pricks dickhole, anyone who ever dared talk to HIS Amy. And what he'd do to Amy.... it even made Jon shudder at such horror, though the beast purred in delight. The purr was soothing, in a strange way. Amy suffering for the crimes against him, which flashed like movie scenes in his mind.
Amy smiling at another man.
Kissing another man.
Sighing another mans name.
crunch
The shot glass shattering into pieces in Jon's fist, blood pooling instantly like a warm, crimson glove.
Fuck again.
Shit..." He mumbled, opening his hand to see the damage, pulling out a large shard. He was rather lucky, to have his little Beastie, because the pain was dulled like a dose of Novocaine. The blood dripped on the counter of the bar, the large amounts giving the impression of it worse than the damage actually was. "Do you have a towel? A clean one?" He sounded a little condescending, a little houghty-toughty, but he wasn't concerned on that at the moment.
Seriously, this could fucking scar.
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Nov 6, 2010 21:05:20 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Amy was the very picture of conflict. On the one hand, she wanted nothing more than to find the words she could say that would make Jon go away and stay out of her life forever, so she could go on with her life. She could meet a new guy, a nice guy, and her life would finally go the way she wanted it to. She could forget about Jonathan Rossum, find that catharsis, and be rid of him forever. And yet, while she contemplated this new life, there was a dull aching in her chest. It almost brought tears to her eyes to think of never seeing him again, and any other guy seemed...boring, and tame compared to Jon.
Eli liked to make fun of her, tell her that she needed to find some dick, and she wasn't allowed in the house unless she got laid. She had always rolled her eyes at him, insisting that she wasn't interested in other guys. Sometimes Eli thought that she was just asexual, and then there was that one embarrassing incident where he was surely convinced that she was madly in love with him, to which Amy had laughed so hard that she had popped a blood vessel in her eye. She had insisted again and again that she just hadn't met anyone that caught her interest, but that wasn't particularly true.
Every day she thought about Jon, every day. Every dream, every thought, everything was tainted by him. She had thought that distance would curb her desire for his particular brand of cancer, but instead it just made it worse. She could never even think about being with another man, because it wouldn't be fair to them.
Just as she was starting to soften to him, her vision starting to blur at the edges, he responded to her with venom. It forced her a step backwards with it's sheer ferocity, and her harsh demeanor slipped, leaving her staring at him wide eyed with the saddest of expressions on her face. "You're right. I'm being unreasonable. You just...you don't know how much you hurt me. You don't know what you've done to me. It's like...I dunno. It's like when you get really comfy in bed, and just when you're about to sleep, you realize your leg itches. And you try to ignore it, because you're so comfy, but it just itches worse. And then, after a bit, it's all you can think about. There is nothing that you can think about to make you forget about it. Yeah. That's what it's like."
She was rambling now, staring off into nothing, and she was suddenly brought out of Lalaland by the sound of breaking glass. Her eyes snapped back to him, looking down at his hand, which was bleeding profusely. "Oh my God! Jon!" Grabbing a clean towel from a shelf on the bar and the med kit, she ran over, and gingerly took his hand. His skin was warm to the touch, and it seemed to spark under her hand, displaying everything she should have felt with the other suitors.
Her heart started beating faster as she checked his hand for more shards of glass, plucking them out with a pair of tweezers from the first aid box. Her other hand was busying itself with sopping up the blood. "Jesus Christ, Jon. You might need stitches. I didn't mean to say anything that upset you." Amy looked up into his eyes. They looked almost black, but that was probably the dim lighting playing tricks on her. She smiled up at him, and attempted to try humor. "You didn't need to get all emo on me." The air between them seemed charged to her, the longer she held his gaze. Her breathing quickened, and, trying hard to distract herself, she pored over his hand again, making sure nothing was glistening. She grabbed the neosporin and band-aids from the kit, and busied herself with wrapping up his hand. "Think you should go to the hospital?" she asked, her tone growing melancholy at the thought of him leaving. Fuck, this was not good. The voice was back, more subdued than before, but showing nothing but glowing elation. Bitch. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] words;; 725
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Nov 7, 2010 11:43:09 GMT -5
_________________________________________________________________ Hrm, this was more like it. Jon always preferred it when Amy used softer tones. True, she still managed to scold him, but there was that thing about not looking a gift horse in the mouth... But the concern that followed it was truly delicious. Was that all it took? Hurting himself to tear down that persistent wall of sheer bitch? Well, he could deal with that. He could fucking milk it for all that it is worth. He winced as she pulled out the glass, though Jon was on vaguely aware of it. "You're concerned about upsetting me?" He chuckled bemusedly, making sure to keep up the airs of pain. Typical Amy, to apologize when angry. The same girl who cut her hand open two years ago, and apologized for bleeding on his shoes...
He honestly was not surprised.
"No, no hospital. I'm fine." The Beast had changed so many things about him; his eyes, his muscle definition, sometimes even the tones in his voice. What if he had changed something else? A peculiarity in his blood, or something to that effect. Jon was far to selfish to share his little Beastie with the scientific community, and so he avoided hospitals at all cost. Besides, he was a quick healer anyways. "It just stings a bit. Blood makes it look worse than it actually is..."
The touch of her skin was soothing to him, her odor filling his nostrils with all of their sweetness. A mixture of Vodka, a slight undertone of marijuana, and... peonies and honey. It was intoxicating, and it took a bit of self control not to pounce on his prize right then and there.
Too soon, Boy, much too soon...
Jon tensed up completely, when he heard the thick, raspy, voice. That had never happened before... But it gave a soothing purr, and Jon started to relax.
He has no idea that the creature in him was simply biding it's time. It did not care about Amy, or this quest to win her back. It barely cared about Jon, who was nothing more than a host to him. Jon was under the impression that the Beast served him, but he was a foolish boy who believed he was the sun of the universe. Selfish creatures were always so much easier to manipulate, and this boy was no different.
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Nov 7, 2010 17:53:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was getting harder and harder to remember all the reasons why she hated Jon as he sat there, defenseless and bleeding on her. He chuckled at her, and her lips curved upward into a pleasant smile as she stared at his hand. "Of course. I was always concerned with upsetting anyone, remember?" She met his gaze again, and was trapped there for a moment, struck by the intensity of the air between them. It broke when he spoke, and she wondered for a moment if she was just making things up. "Alright, tough guy, no hospital for you." Her tone was joking as she looked down at his hand again.
Who the hell was she kidding? He was probably trying to make amends because he had started a new chapter in his life, and he wanted the closure. He probably had a new girlfriend. The thought made her more upset than it should have, and her hands clenched of their own accord. This was met with a tension in Jon's body, and she instantly snapped out of it. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" Her hands released his guiltily, and a dark blush spread across her cheeks as she busied herself with wiping down the counter.
What did it matter if he did? Why did she suddenly want to stab some unknown beauty (who was probably blonde, or Brazillian) just because she was Jon's new girlfriend? Her name was probably something frilly, like Tiffany, or exotic like...Jazmyn. Bitch. The longer she dwelt on it, the more she forgot about why it would be a good thing if he had a new girlfriend. Most of the other patrons had started to watch the next fight, but there were a few stragglers who were clamoring for a drink. She mixed them angrily, slamming the glasses down with vigor. One guy asked for an Appletini, so she called a bouncer over to kick him out. Boss Puck's rules. No pussy drinks. Three guys bought her a shots of Jack, and she downed them angrily, tossing the shotglasses in the sink behind her. Whatever. At least he got his shit together. Good for fucking him. She dove into her bag and pulled out a travel sized bottle of Aloe Vera, which she used when she got sunburn, and turned back to Jon. "This will prevent scarring. Rub it on there as soon as it scabs. The Aloe will repair the skin. It won't totally prevent the scar, but it'll help a lot."
She returned to her work, thinking about just leaving early. Her night was pretty much ruined. She removed her beanie, and ran her hand backward through her hair. Fuck. Completely convinced that he had a beautiful tall Brazilian Model for a girlfriend, she turned back to Jon. "You'll make sure your girlfriend knows I didn't stab you, yeah?" Her tone was acidic, and she started to mix some nobody a Jack and Coke. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] words;; 502
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Nov 16, 2010 1:35:01 GMT -5
_________________________________________________________________ What a stroke of luck that he injured himself. Her temperament with him greatly improved, turning back into her docile self. "Pretty St. Amelia the Good, always worrying about others. Even the raging, idiotic, fucked up douche bags." It as a common use of manipulation, to insult oneself for the approval of the manipulate-y. He gave her a smirk and a looked of a reformed sinner. "So, mind if I get another drink? Might make the sting less.... stingy."
He should have been more concerned that a voice had just appeared in his head. A smarter person would have been. But Jon was not particularly smart. Manipulative as sin, but so was any other run of the mill spoiled Prince. But no, when you looked in the department of common sense, Jon Rossum lacked. Oh how he lacked. He was a truly indulged, deprived creature. Because the creature inside him appeared to be serving him, he believed he had little to worry about. The idea that he could be used was not even a possibility in young Jonathon's mind.
And the Jabberwock knew this.
And he took advantage.
For two years he had listened to every thought Jon Rossum had had of this creature before them. And true, she was beautiful. But so were many of the others. Pretty, talking, flowers, whose innocence Jon trampled on for his amusement. Not that the Jabberwock cared. They were insignificant fleas. But as the Jabberwocky watched, he could see a bit of the draw. There was something.... familiar. Jon's nostrils flared with inhale, taking in the humans stink, and finding it rather... appealing.
What was she?
Jon smiled at the aloe vera, his vanity eased. What predictable creatures these were. Even she, with her next comment, about his 'girlfriend'. It was an unnecessary addition to the conversation, a means to see if he was in fact dating. She was attracted to him, the Beast could smell it perspiring off from her. Jon smiled handsomely, pretending to nurse his hand. "Uh, you don't have anything to worry about. There is no girlfriend. Hasn't been one since..." Lower your eyes, look embarrassed. She is enjoying this modest side of you. Feed the craving. Like a good puppet, the boy listened, dropping his eyes, and focusing too hard on his hand, dropping his voice to an almost shy and forced smile. "Well, you."
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Nov 26, 2010 2:36:33 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her nose crinkled with mock distaste. "I'm far from a saint. Well, maybe compared to you." As he insulted himself before her, she felt her heart splinter from the ice fragments surrounding it, almost feeling the cancer that was Jon spread across the ventricles and chambers. Her brain kicked into panic mode, and suddenly, she was hyper aware of everything. She saw with perfect clarity the blood drops splattering against the floor from the schmuck in the center's mouth. She heard the muted clink of glasses on the bar as she poured some Jager into a glass a quarter of the way up and then emptied a Red Bull over top of it, passing it to Jon. This was the most alive she had felt in almost three years.
Was it him? Was he the reason for it all? Had she simply been skating through life, waiting for him to show up again? She wanted someone to ask, to talk to, but Eli hated Jon, she didn't have any friends, and now that she had dropped her stress level, the voice had disappeared. Odd. Her eyes traveled up his thin torso, and she felt the stirrings of arousal that she hadn't felt for any man since. He poisoned her. Everything about her life was tainted with him.
Her eyes found his, and she realized what was different. Maybe it was the lighting of the club, but she suddenly noticed that his eyes were black. "Did you get contacts?" she blurted, completely deterred from her train of thought. He had always had gorgeous green eyes. She tilted her head to the side, wondering if she was crazy. Probably. A haze was settling over her as her shot parade from earlier absorbed into her bloodstream. It made her stupid, as most drink does.
God, what on Earth was the matter with her? The girlfriend comment really had slipped from some dark, bitchy corner of her mind that was burning with curiosity about the topic, but that wasn't Amy. Was it? Was she really so stupid that she would go back to a guy who fucked her up for two years just because he was her first love? Because he was apologizing, and begging for forgiveness, and promised to change? Because on her darker nights, she still cried over the love lost to her? Was she really going to be another stupid teenager?
"Uh, you don't have anything to worry about. There is no girlfriend. Hasn't been one since...Well, you."
Yeah, looks like it.
An unbidden smile crept across her face. "Really? Me too. Well, no boyfriends. No...anything really." She was actually fairly certain that she stopped even pleasuring herself like a year ago. Damn. Eli was right. She needed to get dicked up. Her eyes trailed his body again, as her mind became more aquainted with Mr Daniels. This wasn't looking good. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] words;; 482
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Jan 2, 2011 15:47:30 GMT -5
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Her blush said that the ice around her heart was already starting to melt. Her lowered eyes said that even she was aware of this. Everything was going fantastic right now. Oh, if he could embrace the Beast dwelling beneath him (though far closer to the surface than a fool like Jon could understand) he would in a quick second. He was so very close to having his Amy back. And then everything would be perfect.
There lives passed before his eyes. He'd get a job, a good job, doing something that would bring in a lot of money. What? Psshaw, thinking of such a thing would greatly interfere with his current musings, so he simply did not think on it. Anyway, they'd have a bomb house, and Amy would be there; sexy, sensual, forever innocent.... What a good house wife she would make. Amelia Rossum, he quite liked that. She'd watch over their little Rossum's, cook dinner, keep there modernized castle spiffed up and shining.
The perfect Mother.
The perfect lover.
The perfect bride.
But damn her powers of observation. "Contacts? No- I've never needed glasses." His voice was almost accusatory, as if scolding her for not knowing something like that baout him. No, you prat. She's talking about your bloody eye color. Jon became slightly panicked. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of course she would have noticed something like that! Someone was attentive and loving as Amy would certainly know every inch of her lover. Sweet Amy. Wonderful Amy. Listen you fuck! Gush over her later, and placate her.
What do I do? The Beast took small satisfaction in the fact that Jon's voice, even his inner voice, slightly trembled when addressing it.
The Beast's voice smoothed a bit, talking to Jon in a air of benevolent imperiousness. Lie, silly boy. A little doubt in her own memory will do her some good for her. Such a willful child needs to be broken, and this is the first, gentle step.
B-broken? What is this, the Demon pondered silently. Actual concern? Oh John, you ridiculous fool. Deep beneath his selfishness and vanity, could he truly love this weak (intriguing), pathetic (beautiful), simpering (malleable?) creature.
So the Beast spoke softly, soothingly, to his ignorant host. For her own good. You don't want her to leave again, do you?
The Beast felt Jon's heart sink at the heartbreak that hadn't even happen yet. "The only reason why I'd need contacts is to change my eye color, and you know how I've always like my brown eyes. They actually look black." In fact, there was zero trace of brown, and the jet black eyes sparkled in the low lighting that was the fight club.
It pleased him greatly that there had been no one else. The beast could smell her wanting, though not just in a sexual manner (Though that was indeed pretty fucking pronounced), but in a lonely matter. She wanted someone to hold her in the night, to laugh with her about the trivial details mortals went on with in there day to day lives. Someone to tell her she's pretty, and to bring roses home for no reason at all. She wanted contentment.
Unfortunately, all she had here was Jon Rossum, and the evil creature that lurked within him.
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Post by AMY WINSTON on Jan 6, 2011 16:18:51 GMT -5
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At the mention of her celibacy, Jon got a glow about him. Her eyes stung for a moment, and she wondered why she would be crying. She then realized that she was happy. Immensely happy. Jon had changed, he had really truly changed! She hadn't agreed to take him back, but for now, she was certain that she would like to at least be friendly with him. Though she couldn't quite stop the images of herself in a flowing Victorian wedding gown. A nice house with lovely amenities. A pretty little blonde girl, running about, chasing rabbits and staring at mirrors.
The idea terrified her. She suddenly felt...old. Sure, she was only 19, but that meant a whole myriad of things. She would be a real adult soon, out of college, and doing...adult things. Marriage, kids? Ugh. The room swayed slightly, and she grasped the bar in front of her, steadying herself. No, the idea of growing up had never occurred to Amelia Winston, and now that it was, she felt absolutely fucking terrified. She closed her eyes and felt one tear streak down her cheek, but she couldn't tell if it was out of joy that Jon had really changed for the better, or her terrifying, frightening vision. She opened her eyes and suddenly found herself very distracted.
Her stumble had brought her face inches from Jon, and she blinked drunkenly in contrition at his outburst about contacts. "I know you've never needed glasses. Your eyesight was always really good, that's why it shocked me." Her words were slurred, but a little sad. He had snapped at her just a bit, and it had made her feel...kept. That wasn't what she wanted to feel. Not one bit. Had he really changed?
"The only reason why I'd need contacts is to change my eye color, and you know how I've always like my brown eyes. They actually look black."
Okay, that made sense. She brightened a bit as A memory conjured itself in her mind; them talking about eye color. He had praised hers but talked his own down, stating he preferred light eyes on girls, but dark brown eyes on the fellows. Right? That happened, hadn't it? In his bedroom? Or...hers? Or maybe it was at a party, the dim light from the bonfire making her eyes almost white while his looked closer to black. That must have been it. She focused on his eyes and noticed that they were a particularly dark shade of brown, but brown none the less. Ah, the tricks the human brain was capable of falling for. "Oh yeah, I remember you saying that. Well, they look really good on you."
She didn't remember it of course, but she was preoccupied currently by the proximity of their faces. The last half of her previous statement had fallen out in a seductive purr, (or, as seductive of a purr you can get when you're trashed), and the air charged between them. Without meaning to, her breathing sped up, her lips parting ever so slightly. Amy imagined the combined taste of alcohol, black licorice, cigarettes and pheromones that would be Jon, and her mouth started to water. It would be so simple. She could lean forward and capture his lips with hers. She could lean forward, kiss him, and forget the last few years. She could kiss him, and forgive all his crimes against her.
Oh yes, Unbeknownst to her, Amy could lean forward, kiss Jon, and ruin her life forever.
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