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[connor elizabeth morrison]

Connor Elizabeth Morrison
For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled
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Friday night meant many things for many different people. For some it meant the first night of relaxation, for others it meant a party, and even for some others it meant a night with their significant other out on the town. Friday night could be a night of pleasure, or a night of pain, depending on who you were. For Connor Elizabeth Morrison, Friday night was a night to throw a party that no one would forget. Also a night to hopefully ring in a few more customers. Not that she necessarily needed them. Since arriving a little over five months ago she’d done what she could to not step on anyone’s toes. She didn’t want to upset whatever other dealers laid claim to the students at Carson High. One of those other dealers being someone who she’d never forget, no matter how many K-holes she might’ve fallen into in her short life span.
In a way this party was for her own selfish wants and needs. There was no real purpose for it. There was no birthday or celebration. If one were to ask Connor she would simply answer that it just seemed like a good night for a get together. A good night to make new friends, spend time with old ones. A school wide invitation had gone out. Whoever showed, did, and if some didn’t, well, it wasn’t any skin off of her back. As previously stated, this night was for her own selfish wants and needs. Her wants being to have a good time and show off her product. Her needs being whatever pretty little thing she lured into her bedroom that night.
The loft was decorated as if it were a club dance floor. Various lights both strobe and colored were set up to move with the music. A lithe finger moved to press play on the remote and sound boomed into the apartment. The place was divided into two sections. There was the dance floor which was more often her living room, then in the kitchen was where various drugs and alcohol were located. From uppers, to downers, to anything you could think of. Of course, she had more uppers than downers. WOuldn’t want everyone nodding out on the dance floor now would she?
The young woman was dressed to her best, her pallid skin made even more dramatic by the black sleeveless dress that she was wearing. Brunette curls fell freely just passed her shoulders. Those large dark eyes of hers were decorated in a smokey fashion. The only color that entered her attire was the red color her lips were painted with. Heels gave her a few inches, still leaving her only five foot five. The woman leaned against the counter, a cigarette lit and between her lips. A think that she was rarely seen without, just like the cruel smirk on her lips. “Let the fun begin,” she purred to the open air.

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[landon andrew stang]

WELL ITS MIDNIGHT DAMN RIGHT
we're wound up too tight

He had heard about this party from obvious sources. Not only did he know the girl quite personally, he was never the one to miss a good party. Landon had crashed too many to count, so people just sometimes gave up on inviting him, knowing that if he heard about it, he would come anyone. Some took it to a different perspective, inviting him since they knew he was going to show up. Either way, he was going. To this one, he knew Connor Morrison, in which was hosting it, so he had a pretty damn good feeling it was going to be kickass. This girl wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, as most hosts were. It was how down and dirty they could get to match the party, so that was his feeling of how it was just going to be kickass. Even if it wasn't, he'd go anyway, but it was always a nice bonous.

He wasn't a big fan of dressing up, so he made it simple. He always came in a dirty black leather coat, but it was easily taken off when he walked in. Under the black coat was his blue gray T-shirt that had stretched across the front 'do or die' in black bold letters. His dark eyes glinted in the lights of the city as he drove his pretty car over there. Oh yes, his beautiful car that was his ultimate true love of all time. 2009 Mustang, black, slick, and could really move fast when there wasn't a sign of cops around. He passed everyone, sped up when a light was turning yellow, and depending on the traffic back and forth, ran the red light. He did this all the time. It was a nice way to get to everything you wanted to on time. Landon had been caught a couple of times, but lucky for him, the cops that found him were young girls. Just his wonderous luck.

As he approached the fimilar house, he saw there was a lot of cars parked or beginning to park. Damn, this had a lot of people. Just the way he liked it. He drove into a spot not too far away, making sure when he came back the next morning it wouldn't be towed away. Landon had a good feeling that tonight he was going to drink a lot, so there was no way he was driving home. He may have done some extremely stupid things, but driving drunk was not one of them. Once it had happened when he was first starting to drink. He woke up at the wheel, the worst feeling of it he killed anyone or not came over him. Ever since then, he had made sure he wasn't driving home drunk. Before locking it, he reached in the back seat to grab his favorite drinks. He figured there would be some there, but it was better safe then sorry!

He nicely grabbed the three bottles into one hand, all out of pratice, and walked in. There was a couple of people who waved at him, gave him a sudicing smile, all that good jazz. His eyes wern't trying to look for them, however. His greedy eyes was searching the hostess. Oh, where was she? Landon finally found her on the side, smoking as usual. She had a pretty cut off dress that made her dark hair look a little lighter (more brown). The thing that stuck out the most in the black and white figure was the red lipstick puffing on the cigarette. With a very swift and delicate motion, he moved toward the crowd with the three bottles in his hand. Once he reached her, he gave one of his large smiles that showed all of his teeth in a row. "To think I wouldn't find you in this crowd." He mused, letting his smile fade to a half smile.

He too leaned, and held up the three bottles in her face, "Party gifts. From the one and only." He said, putting them down and using his other hand to gesture to himself. Most of the time, he liked gesturing to himself. His cocky attitude made him show off quite a bit. In a place like this, it was perfect. That had to be one of the biggest reasons he loved to go out to the party. It was to be the center of attention, or at least somewhat the center of attention. Even if Landon was an easy going guy, it didn't mean he stuck in the crowd not caring what happened. If the spotlight was already being used, he would wait for their moment to be properly over. If properly over meant everyone saw him in the room or that he shoved the other out of the way, so be it. "And how are we this evening?" He asked causually, keeping the sideways cocky smile right on his face. It was obvious, she had to be doing fine. Come on, he was here, how could she not?

[connor elizabeth morrison]

Connor Elizabeth Morrison
For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled
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So far things were going just as she had planned. People filed in one by one sometimes two by two or in a rather large group. Some stories are circulated around the school that it was never wise to go to one of her parties without the buddy system. Hell, a couple people had even gone so far as to suggest that she was a vampire and that if you were to a party without someone to watch your back she would get a hold of you. Contrary to the Twilight fan’s overly ridiculous suggestion she was not a vampire, though not much a fan of sun, and there was no blood sucking happening. At least, she wasn’t involved in any of it. If other people wanted to venture to that kinky side, well then, that was their choice and she would hope that they’d at least have a good time if nothing else. A fan of biting or not, she wasn’t a vampire, and she most certainly didn’t glitter like a disco ball under the sun. None the less the buddy system always was wise with one of her parties, because she sure as hell wasn’t going to be holding your hair back if you started throwing up.

Connor was the type of woman that was always dressed in a similar fashion. Black dresses and heels were her things. Then of course the gloves. The girl was almost never seen without a pair of gloves on her hands. Tonight was no different. She was just a classy lady, or at least that was how she saw it. She dressed high class because that was just how she saw herself. She was far from being a normal teen. And she really didn’t mind. She also was overdressed compared to almost every person that came through the door. Also something she didn’t mind. She wasn’t about to compromise herself and her style to make anyone else feel more comfortable because really it was her and her comfort alone that she cared about.

The girl mingled a bit but not much. Unless someone caught her eye or someone who’d actually held her interest before showed up she really wasn’t the type to be too terribly social. Well, it would seem that fate had decided that she was going to have some company because when that voice came to her ear and those big brown eyes of hers landed on the taller man, her own smile moved onto the crimson painted lips. Her smile was never anything all out happy. There was always some cunning and cruelty mixed in with whatever sweetness a smile from her would grant another individual. Landon, well, he deserved a smile that was more sweet than most. It was almost strange the relationship she’d developed with the man. One that went past he was just beautiful and a really good lay. She cared about him. Cared about what happened to him. Getting her to admit that she cared, that’d always been the hard part and always would be. She supposed he knew though. Knew by the way that she’d taken the bottle from him and called him an idiotic drunk when she decided he’d been drinking too much. Or other little incidences where she’d shown him the vaguest acts of kindness.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that your vision is so very adequate, now isn’t it?” she purred in response a teasing air taking over the tone of her voice. Eyes followed the bottles as he moved to set them on the counter. “I’m glad that you made it. Didn’t really think for a moment that you wouldn’t, but, ya know, things do happen. Like illness.” A light shrug accompanied the words that passed her lips. The small woman moved to take out two glasses, glasses that she saved for the special guests at her parties, and poured the both of them a drink then handed one to him and kept the other in the hand that was without the cancer stick.

His cocky attitude did nothing but make her laugh, a sound that some still found a bit strange seeing as the laugh that passed her lips when he spoke was not the typical icy one, but something more, well, something more human. “The one and only what might I ask? Please, dear, don’t make me fill in the blanks you won’t like the outcome.” Something about Landon always brought out a light playful attitude in the woman who was more well known for being cruel. Around him, she could just smile and be a normal girl. There was no image to hold up. Never really had been. With a graceful movement she closed the distance between them and pressed a light kiss to the corner of his lips. “Now that you’re here, I’m going to go from being terribly bored to wonderfully entertained.”

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[landon andrew stang]

WELL ITS MIDNIGHT DAMN RIGHT
we're wound up too tight

It was an interesting pair between Landon and Connor. First impression of her was something from the black pits of hell, as most people had told him. Landon did hear a lot of talk, and one of them had been to stay away from her. One faithful day, they did happen to run into each other, and Landon didn't know what anyone else was talking about. She, in a way, very well could have saved his life from some alcohol poisoning. For that, he owed her a lot. At first, he didn't know what anyone was talking about when they said she was cruel. Sure, she wasn't all bright colors skipping around in a large field of flowers with a basket in her hand, but she always seemed fine with Landon. Soon after thinking that, he did hear her talk to someone that wasn't him and understood. He was just special. Which didn't help his over ride opinion of himself.

She said something about his eye sight, and he cocked his head to the left. Adaquate was quite a big word to him. Landon wasn't your brightest crayon in the box. Some would even describe him as unbelievably stupid. It was just some of his struggles that he had. He didn't learn as fast as others or comprehend as well, so therefore, everyone labeled him as stupid. When he was younger, it hurt, but as he grew older, he realized that he really couldn't give a damn about what other people thought about him. Only the positive things, he supposed. Thats probably why his ego was as big as it was. "My dear," Using the nickname he used for quite a lot of people, "You know you can't use big words with me." Though he said there, there was a light smile on his face, chuckling a little bit, making fun of his own stupidity.

He watched as she delicatly balanced the cigarette in her hand while taking a glass and pouring one of the bottles he brought. Thankfully it was even one of his favorites. As soon as she was done pouring it, he grabbed it and took a drink, tasting the bitter sweetness of the drink. He hadn't drunk all week, so this was a nice refresher. He wasn't even sure why he hadn't. He supposed with the end of the year coming up, he had been attempting to comprehend just enough to where he could get to his senior year with his Cs. At her comment, he laughed softly, simple ammused to what she said. Illness. "Come on, even if I was sick, I'd never miss a badass party. Especially if the hostess was you." He mentioned, giving a small wink before putting down the glass, but keeping a hand around it.

That was another thing about Connor. Even at the same time she boosted his ego, she had a nice way of keeping it down. In which nice way meant that she didn't scream and curse at him like a lot did. Landon may be loved by half of the population, but the other half of the population seemed to hate him. There wasn't a middle with him. It was rather the person got along with him fantasticaly, or they really wished they could take their fist and re-arrang his pretty face Landon loved so much. Sometimes it was surprising who liked him and who didn't. Those that hated him wanted him to go away as they told him he was an arrogant bastard. Others complimented him. Connor was rare and did a bit of both. At the comment, he took his hand and pretended to be hurt "Ouch. Come on, even you couldn't think of anything bad about me." He teased.

He gave a light smile when she just kissed him ever so softly. Almost as it was just enough to tease him to want more. "I do make wonders happen." he spoke softly, as she was close enough to do so. Before taking another drink, he just kissed her quickly, as if a small payback before putting his lips to the liquor again. Still tasted good.