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Post by DELILAH PUNZEL on Aug 28, 2011 15:21:58 GMT -5
Everything. Hurt.
Delilah groaned as her joints creaked and popped like rusted pipes. Why did her bed feel rough and hard? Why wasn't it soft and fluffy? Delilah made an attempt to open her eyes but shut them instantly. Why the hell was it so bright?! And gosh dang, everything hurt like a mother! Her mouth was dry as a desert, her muscles were stiff and her head felt like someone was beating it with a hammer.
What Delilah really wanted to know was what had caused this. The last thing she remembered was getting dressed up (or really, dressed down seeing as how she recalled wearing very little clothing), and then her thoughts turned fuzzy, and she was arguing with Scott about...
Oh shit.
This was not happening. This could. not. happen. Without realizing it'd have a negative impact, Delilah jumped up, only to find the contents of her stomach on the floor. Ooooh, that hurt. Coughing little splutters and moaning with pain, Delilah realized she was in the hallway of her dorm, and thank whatever God was out there, Delilah was in front of her dorm. Stumbling in, Delilah headed straight into the bathroom and rinsed out her mouth several times. It was hard enough to flush the nasty taste of vomit out, let alone the gritty sandpaper feel of her tongue. What she needed was some hydration, but honestly, every edible (or drinkable) substance sounded disgusting. Delilah thought that maybe if she slept some more, she would wake up feeling better. Yeah, that sounded good.
Delilah zombie-walked (minus the creepy outstreched arms, of course) over to her bed and fell, face first, into the plush blankets. After a moment of silence, Delilah realized that someone was in the room. A someone who was a man. A man was in her room. "Eeeeee! Oh my god what the--Oh, Blake! It's you!" Delilah had flipped over onto her back, holding out little fists as if she meant to protect herself. Now she was clutching her chest, heart still beating wildly, as she tried to calm herself. It was only Blake the love of her life, her boyfriend.
Oh mother of all that was holy.
Delilah looked down, and instead of seeing the shirt she had left in, Delilah saw a lacy pink bra and matching underwear. A deep red blush flowered in her cheeks as Delilah wrapped herself up in a blanket, then slowly lowered herself down onto a pillow. All the jumping around had gotten to her head, and man did it hurt. "Ugh. What happened last night?"
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Post by hedgiedeath on Sept 7, 2011 16:27:07 GMT -5
AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW-----how we got into this mad situation[/i][/color][/font]  ONLY DOING THINGS OUT OF FRUSTRATION [/color][/center] try to make it work, but man, these times are hard--- [/font][/right]
Blake sensed something was up. It was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a gut feeling that something was wrong. Usually, his gut told him right, so he went with it, which is how he had ended up in the dorms at Barrie University.
Delilah was in trouble. Well, not in that serious of a sense, it was just that she was going to be so sick. Blake had figured that if she had passed out there in front of her dorm where he had found her, that what he read in that godforsaken chat had happened. He had wanted to come over here and prevent it, seeing as so many people died from alcohol-related accidents it wasn't even funny, but he had felt that that would be a bit too overprotective. After all, Delilah was an adult, and could handle herself, correct? But she was so easily influenced by that Dan character. It made him almost sick.
Well, judging by the sounds coming from the hallway, someone was getting sick. But that meant she was awake. Should he tell her he was here? He was just kind of sitting in a chair in the middle of the dorm...
But before he got a chance, Delilah had rushed into the bathroom. To wash up, probably. Then when she walked out, she sauntered to her bed, and Blake decided to just let her go back to sleep.
"Eeeeee! Oh my god what the--Oh, Blake! It's you!"
Blake had jumped a little when the silence was interrupted, but otherwise he really wasn't afraid, and chuckled a bit at her attempt at self defense. It was adorable, like she always was.
Except, you know, for the hardly wearing any clothing part. He had tried not to notice or look at her directly out of respect, but initally he had been a bit angry.
"Ugh. What happened last night?"
"I know about as much as you do, seeing as I wasn't here." The last part came out with a guilty tone to it. He did feel guilty that he had not prevented her from becoming this way.
notes; icky post/template is icky, but it is delilake so. c: lyrics from the script.
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Post by DELILAH PUNZEL on Nov 13, 2011 14:12:27 GMT -5
It seemed that everyone in the world had a little bug inside their head that let them on to potential trouble. Like a bug typically does, it would nag the person consistantly till the person got themselves out of the bad situation, kind of like a little guardian angel, only annoying like a mother-in-law. Delilah had come to realize that she completely lacked that little bug, or as some people liked to call it, a conscious. Already naive as to pretty much everything in the world (seclusion as a child seemed to have that effect on people), Delilah was doublely impaired when it came to feeling out a situation. That's why last night, when Delilah had gleefully attended a college party (a college party! What good fun, she couldn't wait to get there and dance and have pretty little drinks like they had on television!), she hadn't realized what she was getting herself into. Just the fact that she was participating in underage drinking and putting her already vulnerable self in the hands of other drunken people was bad enough; there was no way of Delilah knowing what it would be like the morning after.
Although her head was still slightly fuzzy, the uncomfortable feeling of nausea and the pounding headache that was raging war with her skull was allowing Delilah to think somewhat rationally. Her skin was hypersensitive; it reveled in the plush fluff of her bed but was all too aware of the occasional feather poking up through the comforter, its sharp ends poking the girl. Man, I really messed up... It hurt to admit to herself that she had done something wrong mainly because Delilah never enjoyed to think negatively. It also hurt to think of what could have happened: she could've woken up in some random guy's bed, which would be devastating. What would she have told Blake?
Oh!
"I know about as much as you do, seeing as I wasn't here." His words gave Delilah a little start; she had been so consumed in her thoughts that she had forgotten he was there, and the fact that she wasn't wearing clothes! Well, she did have a bra and panties on, but did that really count? It's not like anyone ever saw Delilah's underclothes, so they couldn't count as outside clothes. Perfectly logical logic. Something in Blake's voice sadden Delilah. To her, it sounded like he was mad at something, and of course she blamed herself. Why shouldn't he be mad? His girlfriend had gone to some party and done illegal things, and that had to be very disappointing. Shame washed over Delilah like a cold rain, and her eyes went from their normal sparkle to a misty blue-green. Drawing herself up and being careful to keep the blanket with her, Delilah slowly walked to her dresser and grabbed sweatpants and a tanktop. Keeping her eyes low and shoulders slumped, Delilah walked past Blake and back into the bathroom where she put her clothes on and splashed some water on her face. Looking in the mirror, she didn't see Delilah. She saw a guilty girl who had done something very wrong and couldn't find a way to make up for it. Before going back out to her room, Delilah swished some mouthwash around in her mouth, finally getting the tasty taste out. Her tongue was still dry and heavy, and her head still hurt, but Delilah was beginning to feel better.
"Blake...I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have -sniffle- gone out like that, I didn't mean to -sniffle- worry you! Please forgive me!" Delilah hadn't realized she had started to cry, and stubbornly rubbed at her eyes to get the little offenders away. Awaiting his answer, Delilah looked back up at Blake with big doe eyes. He really was handsome, and Delilah really did believe she loved him. That just made it harder for her to acknowledge that she had hurt him. Stupid me! Delilah frowned.
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Post by hedgiedeath on Nov 23, 2011 12:07:57 GMT -5
AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW-----how we got into this mad situation[/i][/color][/font] ONLY DOING THINGS OUT OF FRUSTRATION [/color][/center] try to make it work, but man, these times are hard--- [/font][/right]
Blake wasn't angry with Delilah at all. Who could be? She was the epitome of innocence. Being blocked off from the world as she had been made it difficult to really know right from wrong. If he was mad at anybody, it was the world in general. It's cruelties made it easy for someone like Delilah to be caught up in something she shouldn't be without even knowing it. He had seen the worst that could happen, which was why he was so protective of Delilah. If anything ever happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
But obviously she thought he blamed her, as she walked by him with shoulders slumped and eyes low. He thought of what to say to her when she came back from washing her face and putting her clothes on.
No, he wasn't mad at her. Just peeved in general. He hadn't meant to take it out on her. He now felt horrible and almost started crying. But no, he had found over the years that crying didn't make the bad things better. Try telling that to Delilah, though, because she had come out of the bathroom crying. He almost caved when he saw the look on her face, but held his composure.
"Blake...I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have -sniffle- gone out like that, I didn't mean to -sniffle- worry you! Please forgive me!"
"I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault," he said, looking into her eyes. His voice almost broke. Why was he being this emotional? "You're already forgiven," he added, sweeping her into his arms. His hugs were very protective, like simply wrapping his arms around her could keep all the evil away from her.
Though, the Grim Reaper wasn't exactly a symbol of joy and safety. Didn't that make him part of the evil?
notes; omgblakeissuchanemokid. ;_;
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Post by DELILAH PUNZEL on Feb 20, 2012 12:52:49 GMT -5
Oh my goodness Blake believed her! Delilah was overjoyed as she snuggled up into his arms, an instant reflex, really. Gosh, she had been soooo worried that he was gonna be mad or maybe even breakup with her. That thought made her gulp nervously. He wouldn't do that, would he? No, he couldn't! They were gonna be together forever! Delilah was sure of it!
"Ohmygoodness thank you so much I didn't think you were going to forgive me which is a silly thought but I really did believe that for a minute and..." Delilah sighed loudly, one of those big ones where your shoulders move. Delilah remained quiet for a few moments, studying her fingernails. The events from last night were slowly coming back to her, but in all these little puzzle pieces. And while Delilah loved puzzles, she was not enjoying this one.
"You know, parties don't happen like you think they will. I mean, I watch TV, I thought I knew what was gonna happen. There would be dancing and all these pretty drinks but...they don't happen like that." Delilah shook her head matter-of-factly before going on. "Those drinks are actually icky and don't taste very good. And they make you feel real funny! Plus, after a while, I really didn't know what was happening..." Delilah whispered the last part, quite ashamed of herself. Yes, the party had been very fun. Delilah had enjoyed the dancing and everyone was just so nice to each other! But...it felt icky now and she wasn't sure what all happened. There was even an inkling that something...bad...had happened.
"Gosh, I'm so stupid..." Delilah mumbled.
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