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Post by milan emily shae-bryant on Nov 30, 2011 23:53:33 GMT -5
WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E [/COLOR]  SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] Milan sighed. She sat on the edge of the harbor and looked out into the darkness. A light was coming closer and she took out a pack of cigarettes. She figured smoking one of these would be better than getting high or drunk. She didn’t want to do that stuff. It drove her and Tyler apart, they were always together. It made her sad to see what he was saying and what he was thinking because of it. She flicked on her lighter and brought it to the edge before inhaling deeply.
She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth and flicked the ashes off the end before looking at the water again. Pure black, or so it seemed. Really it was a beautiful blue during the day, with the sun reflecting off. As of now, it was a depressing dark color. She felt like the water. Depressed. She was screwing everything up. It wouldn’t surprise her if at this point Tyler called Cobi or Ty and told them about the situation. She hated it. She didn’t like what it was doing, but it was always so tempting.
She heard movement and pulled her legs back from over the edge and began to stand up. ”Hello?” she called out quietly before turning around and looking that way. It was probably a bad idea to be here right now anyways. It was cold, wet, and above all, she wasn’t wearing much.
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WORDS ! two four zero
OUTFIT ! here
NOTES ! poor milannn
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramoreOF A WORLD THAT SHE'S LEFT BEHIND[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by claire mackenzie lambert on Dec 1, 2011 5:03:30 GMT -5
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The blonde was out at the harbor to think it wasn’t one of the places that people would consider her to be unless of course she was coming off of a yacht, but in this case she wasn’t. The girl was kind of just walking and thinking about how she gave away something so precious to her and how anon was going to right about it and what people at the school were going to think, but Cameron was perfect in her eyes or at least she thought and he cared about her she hoped. The girl was kind of using her phone as a guide, because she kind of stayed longer then she thought she would and she didn’t want to go and fall in the dark that would not be good. She would end up breaking a heel or something. Yeah, who the hell wore heels to a harbor? Claire Mackenzie, but they weren’t even tall so she didn’t figure it was that big of an issue and she rarely was caught out dead without some sort of heel.
In the distance she could see a lighter going up to a smoke and she shook her head some. That was so bad for you and disgusting. Whoever was out here smoking late at night must have an issue. That was just bad. Then again it kind of worried her it was one of the harbor men. Claire knew she was hot and well even covered up in her jacket the girl was wearing a dress beneath it. Boston was cold, but the girl loved her dresses and always keeping herself up just in case she ran into someone in important. Unless of course she was working out or something for that matter and she kept getting closer and it wasn’t till then she heard the hello. A female...great now she just had to hope it wasn’t some druggy or hooker or something a encounter with them would be creepy as well.
Claire got close enough to see who it was and she smirked a little looking her over. Ah, the little school slut who did drugs. She ran into a hooker and a druggy how great, but she wasn’t scared of Milan she was a tiny annoying problem to her. She noted her attire before commenting. ”Well, well, well, isn’t this suiting out messing around with the men at the harbor now too?” she asked raising a brow and she couldn’t help but snicker. ”Or you waiting for your drug dealer?” she asked folding her arms as she waited for a response.
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Post by milan emily shae-bryant on Dec 2, 2011 21:00:48 GMT -5
WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E [/COLOR] SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] Milan didn’t see Claire since she was looking the other way. She heard talking and spun around again looking at her. She saw Claire and bit her lip before taking another drag. ”What do you want?” she asked quietly ignoring her questions. She didn’t care what she said, but she wanted to be left alone. She kicked a rock and heard it fall down into the water before sighing and taking another drag off her cigarette.
“What are you even doing here?” she asked before shaking her head. “Aren’t you too good to be here?” She asked before moving back a little but feeling the edge right behind her. “and leave Van out of this” she said quietly. She hadn’t seen Van since the party. She didn’t want to see him either. She heard that he slept with Maddie at the party and she was mad at both of them. But she had also screwed up. She woke up in some random guys room. She doesn’t remember what he looks like, only his name. Cameron Cooper.
She hopes that Tyler doesn’t hear about him either. Although Tyler wasn’t talking to her anyways, she had broken her promise to him multiple times, and he decided to not talk to her and ignore her. She hated the way things were playing out, and she was trying to change, but when she went to the party she wanted Maddie to help keep her sober, but when she started drinking and smoking, Maddie didn’t drag her away, but went and got pissed.
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WORDS ! two five eight
OUTFIT ! here
NOTES ! poor milannn
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramoreOF A WORLD THAT SHE'S LEFT BEHIND[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by claire mackenzie lambert on Dec 3, 2011 4:42:36 GMT -5
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the girl seemed to be on her toes when she heard the voice it only made her smirk. people tended to do that when she came about they would give them her attention, because she damn well deserved it and she knew it. ignoring her was an option, but it never lasted too long. the girl took another drag of her smoke and she only snickered at the question. ”i don’t want anything that you can provide... she said as if that question was totally stupid and in her opinion it was stupid. milan, was of no value of her, but she found it fun to talk down to her. she didn’t know why it just made her amused?
”don’t concern yourself with me just because you’ve been caught out here up to no good” she said not really wishing to tell her. she would have told her she just got off a yacht, but that would have been a lie and well she wasn’t even worth the lie really, because claire could care less about her though when she ran her mouth about her claire cared enough to shut her up or try to that is. ”a little uptight about the drug dealer don’t you think?” she asked with an amused laugh following it. ”i didn’t know the drug dealer was both the provider and used you like a toy that’s interesting...is that why you’re out here milan...he got bored of you?” she asked just coming up with something to push her buttons.
”i wonder what your brother would say if he knew not even the drug dealer wanted his sister anymore...” she said bringing him into it hinting that she was slightly more trashy then she previously thought. claire didn’t know milan before she ended up in her slump nor would she have cared about her then, but any girl had more potential then milan at the moment. that girl was in claire’s opinion throwing her life away slightly it was sad, but it was her own fault she was slipping through the cracks fading away from herself with the drugs and the meaningless sex.
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Post by milan emily shae-bryant on Dec 4, 2011 0:25:26 GMT -5
WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E [/COLOR] SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] Milan shook her head. She didn’t want Claire to be there. She wanted to be alone. To think. She didn’t want to have to deal with Claire being a bitch when she already had Maddie and Tyler mad at her. The two closest people to her in the world were mad at her, and she didn’t know what to do. Things weren’t getting better because they wouldn’t even talk to her so she could try to fix things. Everything was going downhill, and she couldn’t fix it at all.
Milan shut her eyes and shook her head again when she said that Van got bored of her. She didn’t know what happened, or who started what, but the way Tristan made it sound, Van pushed Maddie. She didn’t like it either way. Maddie was her closest cousin, and to hear that she slept with the guy… that…. She didn’t even know how to classify him. Was he a friend? Boyfriend? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to find out right now either. She wanted things back to normal.
When she heard Claire mention her brother’s name she opened her eyes and glared at her. She took a drag of her cigarette before walking forward. “Fuck off” she said before blowing the smoke into Claire’s face. She didn’t want to hear anything from that bitch about her brother. Especially when he wasn’t talking to her. She wanted to fix things, but everything wasn’t going to work out with the way that no one would leave her alone.
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WORDS ! two five six
OUTFIT ! here
NOTES ! poor milannn
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramoreOF A WORLD THAT SHE'S LEFT BEHIND[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by claire mackenzie lambert on Dec 5, 2011 18:20:58 GMT -5
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Claire did not give two shits about how the girl felt, she didn’t want Milan to have caught her there and she could have easily walked by, but then it would have taken the fun out of it. Honestly, Claire didn’t blame Milan’s family for being upset with her. Why? Well, because the girl was bringing it upon herself. This was her problem and no one else’s. Well, maybe, partially Van had something to do with it, but she went along with it when she could say no. It was that simple unless of course you had an issue. Maybe that was her problem.
Ah, the words got to her. Yeah, Claire was pry dead on with that one. Milan could be a pretty girl, but the way she presented herself was as a drag much like she was doing on that smoke of hers. He was probably off with some other girl by now and left her to perish kind of like Claire had told her she would. It was funny to her. Little girl should have shut her legs off the start and made him get to know her and taken a little more pride in herself and body. Now, she’d forever be labeled one of the sluts and she wasn’t even a plastic she was just some little skating bimbo.
The girl told her to fuck off and she was about to snicker at her not so appropriate words but then smoke was in her face and she was coughing. Claire didn’t fight or get violent, but that was sick! The girls instant reaction was to shove her back and
she did. ”That’s disgusting you’re repulsive” she said having turned her head, but that was when she heard a splash. Did she really use that much force? The little smoking twit was in the water. She bit her lip and stepped forward looking down into the water to make sure she emerged. Claire didn’t like her, but she didn’t need to be the cause of a drowning.
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Post by milan emily shae-bryant on Dec 6, 2011 23:55:01 GMT -5
WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E [/COLOR] SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] Milan felt Claire’s hands push against her shoulder before she felt the ground underneath her disappear. She grabbed onto the side and bashed her arm on the wall before falling into the water. The coldness made all the air escape her lungs and she pushed herself towards the surface. She coughed and grabbed towards the wall not finding somewhere to grab on right in front of her. She rubbed at her eyes before opening them and looking for a ladder.
She looked around before swimming towards the ladder and climbing it. ”Bitch” she said quietly towards Claire before rubbing her soaking wet arms. The cold night air was horrible. Her soaking wet body didn’t help anything and it made it worse that she was from Australia. She wasn’t use to the cold weather and it didn’t do anything for her.
She shook her head and walked down the boardwalk until she reached the street. She was shivering the entire time. She didn’t know what to do, but she was stuck freezing until she at least got back to school. No shops were open at this hour so that she could even buy something to get remotely warm, and that made it even worse. Seeing warm clothes in the darkened blacked out windows that would help her so much compared to the soaking wet clothes that she was subject to wearing now.
She heard her sneakers squeak every time she took a step and she shook her head. Thing were getting worse not better. She took off her sweat shirt so that she was only in a tanktop and dropped it. It wasn’t going to do any good. It was drenched and was weighing her down. She heard footsteps and kept her gaze down. She didn’t want to see anyone with the way she was now.
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WORDS ! three zero five
OUTFIT ! here
NOTES ! poor milannn
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
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Post by claire mackenzie lambert on Dec 7, 2011 23:07:38 GMT -5
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Claire felt kind of accomplished though after the matter now that she was back up well her head was above water. That would teach her to mess with her. She wiped of her jacket a little bit and pushed her hair back watching as she reached for the wall and there was no place to get up. Maybe, she should help her? No that was what she got for blowing smoke in her face! Karma was a bitch. ”Don’t drowned.” she said with a little smirk seeing as she didn’t see a latter. Yeah, but she really didn’t need that on her hands.
The girl found it and climbed out and she muttered something and Claire didn’t like that one bit. ”No, sweetheart that is you” she said walking past her obvioulsy that was so, she was Van’s little bitch wasn’t that much clear? Maybe, she didn’t see it like that though. Claire managed to get over to her car and she turned the heater on smirking cause she knew Milan had to be freezing.
Claire made her way in the warmth and she saw a puddle and Milan and she knew it was really mean, but she couldn’t help it and she’d ask for forgiveness later. She drove through it briskly glancing back to see Milan being soaked by now not only the water she had pushed her in but mucky water. ”Teach you to mess with me.” she said proud of herself and she drove off down toward the school letting her walk in the cold. Maybe, she’d get sick and she wouldn’t have to deal with her for time to come. That was what she was hoping for at least.
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Post by tyler james shae-bryant on Dec 8, 2011 22:33:25 GMT -5
Tyler James Shea-Bryant, mouthful huh? That's what he heard from most people when he spoke his name to them, he just shrugged it off though, not really caring, and not really wanting to say much more to the people. Some even tried calling him Ty, which he refused to go by, because as much as he wanted to be like his father, that was not his name. It was Tyler, and only Tyler, if you couldn't say his name then you must be a complete idiot. It's easy, Ty-ler. Well..anyways, this little rant was going through his mind all because of some idiot he had to be around when he volunteered at the animal shelter. He wouldn't let it get to him, no matter how much it annoyed him. His father always told him to never let anyone get to him. He listened, and it usually did him well. Except for lately. HE was letting two people get to him. Milan and Van. Mostly Van, he couldn't stand the boy and wanted to murder him. And really the thought of doing so didn't scare Tyler at all, the thought of cutting Van's throat seemed calming to him.
Well, he wouldn't do such a thing, he couldn't. He may be cold and seem heartless at times, but really he just doesn't like being around a lot of people. He liked peace, being alone drawing, reading. It didn't use to be like this...Tyler used to be so happy, smiling and jumping around, not letting anything bother him. Then tragedy hit, and all those sad feelings he always bottled up hit him like a bullet. It didn't help one bit that he was already losing his sister, the one person he never let go of. She had lied to him broke her promises. He didn't know what to do anymore. He was heartbroken, angry, horrified, confused. So many emotions flew through him, and he couldn't control them. So what did he do? He ignored her, which was really stupid, because he should try to fix it. So that is where this is all headed, him talking to his dear sister again. Keeping her happy, or at least giving her a shoulder to cry on?
The dark haired boy held his coat to him closely, the brisk hair blowing his hair everywhere. He had just finished cleaning up the shelter, and was headed back to school. Why walk in the cold might you ask? Well, he liked walking, and really didn't mind the cold, it was a break from the warm Australian air. He watched for cars and walked slowly, and it was about an hour before the Harbor was in his sight. What he hadn't expected to see, was a tall blonde pushing an already wet girl into a dirty puddle. Usually Tyler would just yell something and shake his head, but then he saw who that girl was, and you could say he was pissed, but it was beyond pissed. "Milan?!" He rushed over, being that protective brother he always was. He glared over to where Claire had gone off, and shook his head. "Are you okay? God...you're soaking.." He picked her up from the puddle and set her down on a nearby bench. Taking off his jacket he wrapped it around her. "You must be freezing."
 ATTIRE Skinny jeans, black T, Sweater, and leather jacket.. CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES I rambled, meh WORD COUNT586
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Post by milan emily shae-bryant on Dec 8, 2011 23:18:54 GMT -5
WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E [/COLOR] SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/B] Milan shivered and held herself more when Claire drove through the puddle, knowing she was going to get sprayed by it, but she thought she came too close and backed up before tripping and falling into the puddle. She shivered and looked at the way that Claire had gone.
She heard her name and looked over towards Tyler before biting her lip. She stood up when he helped her up from the puddle. ”I’m fine” she whispered while shivering when the wind blew past them again. She shook her head. ”I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” she said quietly before sighing when he wrapped his jacket around her. It was warm compared to what hers had become when she fell into the water and dropped it a little while away from the bench that he now had her sitting on.
She looked up at Tyler and then looked down again. ”You don’t need to worry about Van anymore. I’m mad at him” she said quietly before rubbing her arms again. ”And Claire was being a bitch. Then pushed me into the harbor.” she said quietly before standing up. ”I just want to go home” she said before closing her eyes.
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WORDS ! two zero three
OUTFIT ! here
NOTES ! poor milannn
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramoreOF A WORLD THAT SHE'S LEFT BEHIND[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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