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Post by hook on Feb 5, 2011 19:47:38 GMT -5
 Watching a girl slowly fall apart before his eyes was practically second nature for Drake. After seeing Veronica meltdown for the first time, any other girl that burst into tears and occasional threats was just plain boring. This barely registered on the Scott Scale of horrible heartbreaking explosions of fear inducing rage. He doubted she was even crying. To be honest, it was pathetic compared to what he'd been expecting. Would he really get a revenge fuck from a girl who didn't even seem to care that much about her cheatin', lyin', filthy schmuck of a boyfriend? At this point he doubted there would eve be a handjob in it for him if he didn't find a way to make her think about how utterly horrible her boyfriend was.
And there it was. The magic line that he'd been waiting for. She'd really asked him what to do? That was like opening the floodgate doors to the land of sexual perversion. Unfortuanately, since she still seemed to be a bit nonplussed by the whole thing, he'd have to read lightly. This was no time to be hasty. He was on a fucking boat with a hot blonde. He had all the time in the world as far as he was concerned.
"Well, I think you know what you gotta do," he said, slowly moving over to her body to lie down next to her, staring straight up and just letting the slow rock of the boat get the mood going for him.
"It's obvious, ain't it? What you gotta do is - and don't get me wrong - well, you gotta' get revenge on this sick motherfucker. Are you seriously gonna let him go hook up with other girls behind your back?"
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Feb 19, 2011 22:35:14 GMT -5
 IF i COULD FIND you NOW[/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Charity looked up at Drake for a moment, watching while he made his way over to her. She was sort of frustrated with how hard it was for her to focus on what he was saying so she could understand. She sniffed a little, dabbing at her moist cheeks as she watched him lay down. For a moment, she tilted her head to the side, thinking that he kind of looked like a fish, flopping down the way he had. A small voice chimed in at the back of her mind, agreeing, 'A codfish, even.'
Charity nodded a little to herself, then forced herself to focus, her brow furrowing a little at Drake's little 'speech'. She still wasn't sure she believed him that Braxton was cheating on her, but she couldn't really be sure. After all, she wasn't sure of anything at the moment. Not when the world kept tilting back and forth like it was.
She shook her head to answer the question, almost afraid that if she opened her mouth she might be sick. Or say something incredibly stupid. Finally though, she spoke quietly, "H-hoow would I doooo tha'?" She wasn't about to lose Braxton that easily. After all, she still loved him, even after he disappeared off the face of Texas without warning or word, and she found him leaving a girl's dorm room. She trusted him when he said nothing happened. Only now did it occur to her that he might have lied to her. Who knew how many people he might have gone out with while he was there and she was in Texas?
oOoOo
It wasn't much longer before Drake made a move on Charity, and she, being her persistent self, pushed him back. That started yelling, and in her high state, she wished he would be attacked by angry fairies. He retorted with something to the effect of 'I don't believe in fairies. They don't exist.' That sent Charity reeling, gasping for breath as she collapsed to the floor, her heart feeling like it was going to give out, skipping beats and changing tempos erratically. A moment or so later and her eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out.
Drake, in his terror and his high, took his boat back to the docks, tugged her onto the wood slat floor of the dock and ran, leaving her lying in a heap, her clothes and hair disheveled and her breathing shallow. Time seemed at a stop for her, and she was completely unaware of her surroundings, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, barely able to hear the water. The only things she was really aware of were Drake's voice echoing in her head, saying 'I don't believe in fairies.' and a tinkling voice at the back of her head, "Come on Charity, stay with me. I don't want to have to find another person. You were just right... You had better not die on me now." Then there was nothing but blackness and the sound of the water lapping at the boats in it.
[/font][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged !? drake
outfit !? see the picture
words !? some number
credit cazza @ caution 2.0
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Apr 18, 2011 0:45:21 GMT -5
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Apr 23, 2011 9:27:42 GMT -5
 
Lately Braxton had been distracted, and it wasn't because he hadn't gotten sleep since he'd been sleeping like a baby. He couldn't focus on anything in class, or while he studied. Whatever he did, a voice inside his head would try to convince him to go somewhere else or do something more exciting. The urges and feelings that this 'voice' gave him usually turned out for the good - or at least nothing bad happened as a cause of it - and he was starting to give into it more. The dangerous thing naturally being that Braxton had fallen off his rocker, gone off the tracks to crazy town. He knew what it seemed like, but he was pretty certain that he was still sane as far as he knew. However, how many 'normal' people heard voices in their heads? He was pretty sure that the percentage was really, really, low (or non-exsistent). As much as it scared him that he was hearing things, actually losing his mind, Braxton was also starting to trust it too. He was almost more afraid to not follow the instincts and feelings it gave him since up to that point nothing had happened, and what if when he stopped listening to it that things went horribly wrong? How would he explain that to people? "Hey man, I'm hearing voices in my head - how normal do you think that is?" Braxton knew he couldn't tell others and so he didn't mention it to anyone.
So that's how it came to be that Braxton had taken a taxi from Baum to the other side of the city to NYC's wharf. He had been trying to work a paper in his dorm when the 'voice' just wouldn't let him concentrate on anything but going to the docks. It had taken him a while to find a willing taxi that would bring him that far Whatever the reason was, he couldn't tell, but Braxton felt like that was just the place to be that day. The docks smelled like fish and salt, and the wind was blowing a bit on the cold side. He pulled his coat around him and crossed his arms as he walked down one of the piers to watch ships crossing on the horizon. He watched as a boat pulled up to the dock down the wharf and tied up there. Braxton had never been the sailor type, ships made him nauseous since he could never find his sea-legs. He was much better at flying in airplanes or riding his horse across his ranch than being on a yacht or cruise-ship. A man seemed to be unloading something since he picked something off the deck of the boat and started lifting it towards the pier. Braxton watched, mostly bored with nothing better to do since he reluctantly got there to the docks, as the guy carried the something..., Wait. Not something, someone.
Braxton let go of the railing and turned to run down the pier to get to the dock to help him. He didn't know what the situation was, but things didn't look too good. He felt the sense of urgency increase and his adrenaline pump as he reeled down the pier to the other dock. As he got closer to the boat, Braxton started to wonder if he should've just called 9-1-1. He had no clue what was going on and it wasn't his business to get involved, yet he felt like he needed to since he was the only person there. This had to be the reason why he came to the docks today, Braxton could feel the 'voice' in his head nodding and urging him to go faster, faster. He felt like the familiar feeling of adventure calling him. Yet as he neared the dock, he looked at the guy and noticed he seemed familiar somehow although he could only see his back as he dropped the girl on the dock and left her there. What was he doing?! This was an emergency and he just ditched a girl to die? Braxton was running out of breath as he got there. No not just a girl - HIS GIRL.
"Charity! Char, it's me. Charity."
"Tink! Wake up, Tink. You gotta make it Tink."
Braxton took off his coat and bundled it up to put under her head. He grabbed Charity and started rubbing her limbs since she was starting to turn blue-ish/purple from the cold. She didn't look like she was breathing. He wanted to scream, and cry. What was she doing down here? Who left her there? "That ugly, old Hook!" He didn't think that... What was going on? "I DO believe in fairies, I DO, I DO. Oh Tink! You can't die, you mustn't." Fairies? Braxton's head screamed with the voice's presence trying to overpower him. Now he was sure that he had lost his mind completely. "Char...hang on, girl, I'll save you I promise. Stay with me." He called 9-1-1 frantically as he started to cry. The ambulence would be there, but would it be too late?
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Apr 25, 2011 21:45:07 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Charity felt like the sound of the waves were getting farther and farther away, the blackness around her getting darker and darker. Her breathing was shallow as she lay there, feeling the warmth seeping from her. Somehow, it didn't seem to matter much to her anymore though. Even the tinkling voice in her head was fading, losing brilliance as she begged Charity to make it, because she wasn't doing so well. Eventually, the voice lost all intelligibility, turning to little more than a tinkling, a ringing in Charity's ears.
Charity took a single deep breath, just one, before her breathing turned shallow again. Her heart rate had slowed incredibly, making all the sounds around her seem even farther away. Especially that voice. But wait, that was a new voice, one she recognized. Braxton's voice. It sounded off, warbled, distant, like he was speaking to her from across a canyon. Still, she recognized it, and she tried to go to it, to get closer. She wanted nothing more than to get to Braxton then, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break through the thick blackness that enveloped her.
Tinkerbell, as Charity had come to realize was the voice of her mind, was becoming more alert as something else was heard, the voice of someone saying they do believe in fairies. That rejuvenated Tinkerbell sufficiently and she was back to trying to wake Charity up, 'Charity, come on. Nibbs needs you.'
Charity fought to swim through the darkness that clouded her mind, trying to sort through it, though it was as slow a process as swimming in peanut butter. Finally, as Braxton started to cry, she was able to hear him more clearly, and she fought to speak, though she still wasn't able to move. She fell back into the blackness after a long minute or so, or maybe it was hours, she couldn't tell.
The blackness cleared ever so slightly as Charity drifted toward consciousness, aware of the sound of sirens. That seemed to cut through the dark fog, the loud, sharp noise making her head throb as she coughed loudly, still unable to really move. She opened her eyes, though her vision swam in front of them, Braxton's face blurred and smeared. She coughed again, then, with great effort, she managed to say something, "B-Brax..." With that, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out again, her heart rate slowing down dangerously.
The next time she woke up she was aware of bright lights, and something shocking her, making her heart jump erratically, then slow, only to be shocked again, to the point where it jumped, then slowed to a normal pace. She forced herself to take a deep breath of the air, the oxygen being provided to her, then she started worrying, "Brax... Where's.... Where's Brax?"
[/font][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged !? Braxton!
outfit !? see the picture
words !? some number
credit cazza @ caution 2.0
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