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Post by sylvia marie klaers on Jun 27, 2010 3:21:00 GMT -6
* sylvia marie klaers ! [/color] need something that i can confess til' all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that i've said come by it honestly i swear
[/color][/font][/size] Oh the beauty of secrets. Everyone has them and most of them are kept secret for a while. But sooner or later (most of the time, sooner) they get let out. Secrets are most of the time the most horrible things in the world. But other times, like in Sylvia's case, secrets can literally ruin your life. Being a secret killer and wanted criminal just doesn't work to well. Yes, she hates doing what she does, but it is to late really. An eighteen year old who is completely controlled by her parents still, it just doesn't work out to well. Being forced to go out and kill people nightly. And well, tonight was no different. Sylvia was forced to kill some one in the park. And immediately after she felt bad. Being forced to do stuff really, is just shit. And of coarse she met a quite charming young man over the internet right afterwards (which really, just made her feel worse sense she knew she would never be able to have some one in her life without the guy being hurt himself). Good way to meet people right? Quite a big possibility that he could be a rapist be who cares. He looked hot and Sylvia knew she'd be able to take him if he was a rapist. So really, it didn’t matter to her.
Sighing to herself, she really couldn't decide what she wanted to wear. She had been wearing black all day, mainly so blood wasn't noticeable. It was also, a gang thing. Kind of. They didn't wear black, all day every day. But they still wore black quite a lot. Karma (the name of the gang) wasn't like the Bloods or Crypts, no no. They were a lot worse then them. They thrived to be worst gang. The Crypts and bloods compared to Karma were almost like, you comparing a little precious kitten to like, God or something. They were bad, and they were really wanted, but they were uncatchable. And none of them were going to change that streak anytime soon. Washing the last few blood spots off herself, Sylvia looked in the mirror at the completely different girl that was in the mirror. In just a matter of minutes, she went from a wanted killer to this girl who was a cheerleader, "little miss popular" and just an all around good student (and no, she wasn’t a “fake” good student, she did try, and she was actually really smart). This is who she would always be and this, was the person she wish she could change. This was the girl who had never actually had a "normal" life, but she made it seem like she had. she was tortured daily, by her "family". Daily, she was wanted more and more by the government. Yet sadly, this was her life until she died. This life, was forced upon her. Literally. Her parents were in the gang since the day she was born and as soon as they had her, they started training her to be a killer. They started teaching her to throw knives and how to sneak around. They taught her how to “track” people quietly and how to stay hidden even when wearing the brightest of colors.
Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, her anger took over. Taking her arm she knocked everything off the top of her dresser, hearing it fall to the ground and break. Not really caring, she grabbed the keys to her car. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to her parents, she knew that would end badly. And there would be a fight about “to much noise” or a fight about how she shouldn’t be going out right after they just killed some one. Or well, they didn’t refer to it as killing some one they referred to it as “taking one more fucker off the face of this planet”, beautiful kind sweet people right? Yeah no. Sylvia and her parents were completely different. And she knew they were. But she knew exactly how they acted and when they acted that way and she was pretty much, fearless when it came to them. Ignoring their calls to her as she walked past them, she could hear her father just cussing her out and telling her she was kicked out yet again. Even though, every time she was kicked out, she’d come back five hours later and her dad wouldn’t even care. So really, his words were nothing to her.
Letting out a happy sigh when she was finally out of that house, she opened her car. Standing there for a second, she took in the look of her house. She was really a prisoner in that home. Jail would probably be better than that house. At least in jail, she would be able to be by herself. She could write freely and do whatever else she wanted freely, well kind of, as long as it didn’t go against the terms of jail and what not. Her mind wandered slowly back to the fact that she was going to meet Dashing (aka Ethan) at the beach and a small smile appeared. Quickly, she decided that driving was overrated, walking was a better idea. Walking those hills wasn’t that bad. It was good exercise actually. And Sylvia liked being healthy and fit. Besides, if this Ethan guy had a “good” personally she’d force him to drive her home so “she didn’t get mugged”. No, she didn’t want in his pants. She was just to damn lazy to walk back home. Going back home would be, going back up those damn hills. Then again, if he was a rapist she’d have to use his car to drive herself home and then just run the car off the bridge. She had done that before.
Smiling wider as she saw the waves hitting the shore, Sylvia pretty much ran into the sand. It had been a while since she was able to go to the beach. Hell, it had been a while since she was able to go to swimming. But she was perfectly fine with it. Because she wasn’t to well of a swimmer anyways. But whatever. It was still beautiful. The moon was full and bright. The sky was clear (for once). It was pretty magical how beautiful it was out tonight. Sitting down, she quickly took off her heels. She was already tired of them. Plus, she wanted to be able to dig her toes into the sand. Beach sand was absolutely amazing to her. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh air, she smiled and watched the waves crash on the cliffs near by. Life was beautiful. Well, at this very moment at least, it was.
This is for: ethan aka MY BETHERS <3 I have a little note; DONE. and it sucks. kinda. i dunno? i rambled to much i think. OH AND, please do not match my word count. or else when we finally finish this thread, it'll be like 3,000 words... which is intense. Roll out the credits; me myself and i.. and the lyrics to secrets by one republic. :] So many words; one thousand, one hundred and thirty three. Special thanks to; ALOT OF STUFF. And she is wearing; CLICK ME
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Post by ethan carter holton on Jul 2, 2010 14:34:25 GMT -6
AS SHE CARRIES ON WITHOUT A DOUBT i wonder if she'll figure out that I ' M C R A Z Y F O R T H I S G I R L - - - * Ethan signed off of IM with a smile on his face. He had started the night pretty epicly bored, and now he had a... date? Was that what it was? He wasn't sure. He'd met this girl, Sylvia, and they'd talked for a while... Now he was going off to the beach to meet her. That was a date, wasn't it? Well, Ethan was sure as hell gonna count it as that, because he was trying his hardest to give her a good impression and, well, flirt, no matter how badly he'd failed at that. She seemed like she enjoyed the conversation, at least. Well, she must have at least somewhat, if she was agreeing to meet him, right? Why else would anyone agree to meet someone in real life that he or she had met online if they didn't like the person? Unless she was some freaky killer or something, but.. honestly? Hah, right. Ethan may not have been exactly the luckiest person in the world, but he knew better than to believe that something like that could be true. She seemed like a really nice person. Yeah, she had threatened to punch him in the big toe, but that was besides the point. She hadn't, right? No matter how weird of a threat that was in the first place. Honestly, who said they would punch people in the big toe? They punched them in the face or the jaw or something like that, but never the big toe. That was just weird.
But who was Ethan to talk? He was sure weird, too. She probably had thought, after that conversation, that he was quite the weird character himself. Really, he had failed epicly trying to flirt with her. His excuse had been, of course, that it was just because there were computers and whatever else separating them, and if they were in person, he would pretty much be blowing her away. Well, that was all bull. Ethan was just kind of ... fucked up right now, to put it bluntly. Haha, quite literally, too! It all came down to the blunts. It wasn't that Ethan needed to be secretive about anything, really. It was just.. he didn't know, easier. That really made no sense. Ethan really made no sense right now. He was just kind of out of it. Not so horribly that he couldn't focus on anything, of course, because he was still clearly with it enough that he was going to go and meet this girl at the beach. It just might... take him a bit longer to process some things. That was it, really. However, that didn't help so much with his earlier excuse of not being smooth because he was on a computer, because he would probably be even worse in person. It was too late to go back now, though. And truthfully? Ethan was a little excited, actually, for this. It had been a while since he'd been on a date.. if you could call it that.
Ethan stood in front of his mirror for what he thought was a split second, but was probably a bit more than that due to his... not operating to his maximum at the moment. Woah, he worded that weird. Whatever. His outfit was fine, he figured. It was nothing fancy, but hey, Ethan was never really fancy. The fanciest he had ever dressed was probably for some random cousin's wedding or something, and even for those it was nothing special, never more than nice black skinnies. It was pretty hard to force him into something better than that. Ethan never even wore a tux to prom before. Then again, it wasn't like he was on court his junior year or anything, so he had no reason to. If he had gotten on court, that would have been different. But he hadn't been, so Ethan had used that as his excuse. And right now? He looked fine in his skinnies and plaid shirt with blue Vans. Good enough for him, so good enough for Sylvia too, right? Well, it would have to be.
There was a slight smile on Ethan's face as he left his dorm. Nervous? Yeah, a bit. But he was gonna try to act cool. No, he was gonna be cool. HE was going to impress Sylvia and she was going to like him. Maybe if he was lucky he'd even get a kiss before the night was over, hey? Ethan was all the way down the stairs and into the parking lot before he realized he'd forgotten his keys. Well fuck. He was prepared to just walk when he realized that if Sylvia needed a ride or something, he was going to feel like a total asshole if he couldn't offer her one. So he trudged all the way back up to his dorm, grabbing his keys, ready to try this a second time. If he was late, it wasn't his fault. But naturally, Ethan sped all the way down to the beach, anxious to not take too long and keep her waiting. Ethan pulled his car over to the curb quickly, only bumping it slightly, which was pretty good for his current state. He got out of the car and walked over to the beach, proud at how steadily he was walking. Hm, maybe he could act smoother than he thought he could tonight! And there he saw her, a lone girl sitting down in the sand nearer to shore. He tilted his head to the side a bit, just looking at her for a moment. She seemed... lonely. Well, Ethan thought with a grin, that was why he was here, right? The grin was still on his face as he walked all the way down to her, still standing. "Hey." ...Hey. Hey?! Was that really the best he could do? Shit. He was screwed. "Mind if I keep you company, fair miss?" Well, if it had been possible for this to get worse, it just had.
TAG LEXYPOO. as sylvia. (: WORD COUNT 1020. haha whoops. NOTES i enjoy this banner that took me two days. it has jack in it too. MUSE i know how to say - 3OH!3 OUTFIT THE ONE THING I FINISHED IN GOOD TIME! LYRICS i'm crazy for this girl - lifehouse TEMPLATE justlikefalling at caution 2.0!
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Post by sylvia marie klaers on Jul 3, 2010 5:21:35 GMT -6
* sylvia marie klaers ! [/color] need something that i can confess til' all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that i've said come by it honestly i swear
[/color][/font][/size] One of the things Sylvia always wished she had was a life. Her life now, was just, following her parents instructions. She really had no freedom it was all ‘Sylvia do this’ and “Sylvia do that” and there were those times were she had to listen to the gang members. Now that, was ridiculous, because there were guys in the gang who were only a few months older than her and they bossed her around. Hell, even younger guys bossed her around, because her parents would yell at her when she fought back. Sylvia had to deal with them. It was actually funny really. Sylvia was really freaking badass and tough and scary and she was strong and could kill people like they were flies. Since birth, she had been trained to be this person since she was born. As soon as her little feet exited out of her mom, she was pretty much forced to be one. And her parents were completely okay with it. They didn’t care. They wanted this life for her. But really, Sylvia wanted to be just normal and have a normal human life without any worries of, oh you know, going to prison for the rest of her damn life or being put on death row! Having a normal life would mean, she didn’t have to life to every one who came through her tracks. Well okay, not everything she did was a lie, but a good amount was.
And one thing she couldn’t have with her current life, well it was a boyfriend. She’d never be able to be in love or be able to do anything with a guy except for look at them. Her parents picked out a guy (in the gang of coarse) and she was probably going to have to date him when she turned twenty. Even though, she was technically an adult, they would still be able to track her down and make her come home. There was no way out. And there was no way Sylvia would EVER be able to date or even go on a serious date with some one like the guy in front of her. Sylvia smiled up at Ethan. God, why the hell did he have to be so damn good looking, it was torture having to stare at him. He was hot. He had the perfect body, the perfect muscles, the perfect hair. Hell, it was like he was dropped out of the sky by angels or something! He looked perfect. Wait, what was she thinking!? She didn’t even know this guy that well. Hell, he probably thought she was the weirdest person in the world. Come on now, she threatened to punch him in his big toe. Who says that!? Well okay, obviously Sylvia does. But you know what I mean.
Smirking a little at his words, she couldn’t help but get kind of shy and put her head down a little. Really Sylvia!? Getting shy now. God. She was really just….a person of many personality traits. ”But of coarse, creep. You can sit with me. “ She smiled up at him before patting the sand next to her. This was probably the worst idea Sylvia had ever had. She couldn’t be putting him in danger like this. She just got back from doing “business” as Stella and now, she was sitting on the beach with Ethan. If cops rolled up and noticed her facial features and took her in, they would probably catch her and Ethan, well he’d probably end up getting in trouble. Or fined or something. Then again, what if this what that was about? What if Ethan was some secret like….agent who was suppose to “get close” to Sylvia so he could get insight into the gang so the government could finally stop them, then what would she do? She’d be stuck in prison and she wouldn’t be able to get revenge. No. No! Ethan couldn’t be some secret agent right? He was just to…not secret agenty. No one that “perfect” could be a secret agent trying to get close to her just to send her to prison. Maybe it was a good thing she brought her knife with her tonight.
Giving him a few minutes to sit down and all that good stuff she looked over at him. ”So were are my oreos and three packages of cupcakes, hmm? I might have to punch you now.” Obviously, she was kidding. Because Sylvia never punched people. Unless they absolutely needed it (which most people did) but Ethan, he wasn’t in need of a punch. Well not from her at least. And so far, he gave her no reason to punch him. So he was safe. Stealthy Sylvia moved closer to him. If this was a date, then well, she might as well act like it was. People got closed to each other while they were on dates, right? Wait. Shit. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe Ethan was now thinking that she was a creeper. Awesome, Sylvia was already chasing him off. What next, was she going to go strip down to just underwear and her bra and go jump off the cliffs like a mad lady? Yeah, no. Or well, not by herself anyways.
This is for: ethan aka MY BETHERS <3 I have a little note;DJKHJGFJHIF. i already love them! they are so cute! and just.. LOOK AT THEM. AHHHH. <3 sorry this reply was so fast. >D I TOLD YOU I HAD SYLVIA MUSE. Roll out the credits; me myself and i.. and the lyrics to secrets by one republic. :] So many words; eight seven eight. yeah i know. not matching your word count. but we needed to get it down. :] Special thanks to; ALOT OF STUFF. And she is wearing; CLICK ME
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Post by ethan carter holton on Jul 4, 2010 18:22:15 GMT -6
AS SHE CARRIES ON WITHOUT A DOUBT i wonder if she'll figure out that I ' M C R A Z Y F O R T H I S G I R L - - - * As a senior in high school, Ethan couldn't say that he'd ever had too many relationships in his past before. Maybe in middle school or so he'd had his first girlfriend, but you know how middle school relationships are. They're basically a joke. All you do is say that you're going out with someone. Well, at least, that was what it was like when Ethan was in middle school. Nowadays all the middle schoolers were having sex and getting pregnant, so who even knew anymore? Man, the thought of that really made Ethan kind of sick. Pregnant in eighth grade? Years ago it would have been unheard of, and now? It was so close to commonplace that it was terrifying. Sure, people wouldn't exactly approve, but they probably wouldn't even find it that much different than a high school senior getting pregnant, which still wasn't good, even today. That was just how much society was changing, and how little faith was put in old rules and morals. Ah, morals. The thought of them must have seemed even nonexistent to so many people. Morals were nonexistent to a lot of people. Many of them didn't even care! Ethan, well... he couldn't really be one to talk. He tried, though. The thing was, he'd had sex before, yeah, and he'd gotten drunk and high countless times, particularly high. So he would not exactly be a very good model for the whole moral talk. But at least he knew when to quit. He knew better than to, say, have unprotected sex. Even when Ethan was stoned out of his mind, he wouldn't forget protection. Well, or at least, he hadn't yet, and he sure as hell planned on keeping up that streak.
Ethan also restrained from getting into any other drugs besides pot. Marijuana was definitely enough for him. The thing was, no one knew his real motives behind it, or his entire history with drugs. Ethan's father had passed away years ago, as some people knew; he told everyone that his dad drowned. But that was far from the truth; his father actually overdosed on drugs. At the time, well, Ethan had already been a pretty hardcore partier, and he had been addicted to ecstasy, though he was doing really well in trying to cut it out of his life and try his hand at living straight edge for a while. And after his dad died, well, he managed to quit. But that wasn't the end of it, of course not. Ethan had gotten involved with a girl, and the two of them were close, very close. They were really good friends, and were almost to the point of dating when she got into a car crash and died. And after that, Ethan needed some way to live with the pain, besides drinking. And there it was, marijuana. Pot. Mary jane. The cannabis plant. Weed. The list definitely went on and on. And sure, pot wasn't exactly the most powerful drug out there, but Ethan was too terrified to ever get any more involved with other drugs, because of his past and what had happened to his father. And so he just... well, got drunk with it, and managed to forget his pain. And he was doing really well now too, besides the fact that he still partied and did pot and drank all the time. Besides that, he was pretty much healed. He never really spent much time dwelling on the memories of his father or his would-be girlfriend, but if he had? He probably would have been okay.
But by this time, Ethan was too far in to get out that easily. He wasn't exactly a fan of his smoking ways, but what can you do? It wasn't like he was about to go turn himself into rehab or something extreme like that. No, that would be going a little too far, at least for him. Besides, that would definitely push his mother the rest of the way off the edge, seeing as she was already teetering dangerously close. No, he'd just.. deal with it. Hah, right. Because that was working so well for him right now, the same as it had been for years now. But that was that. Right now, his focus would be on Sylvia, and not making a complete and utter fool of himself in front of her, like he was almost doing already. Maybe he could still recover the situation, right? Maybe. If luck was going to be with him tonight. And as Ethan smiled back at her, a very handsome smile, and slowly and carefully lowered himself onto the sand next to her, accidentally brushing her arm with his, he thought that maybe he would be able to pull this off. She seemed to be in a good mood; that could definitely help him. Well, why wouldn't she be in a good mood? She'd agreed to meet him here, and why would she if she was feeling particularly pissy or something? Hell, Ethan didn't know this girl well enough to know anything like that. He looked at her shyly after he touched her arm, but quickly averted his gaze nervously. Shit, she was gonna think he was really some creep or something now. As long as it wasn't too late...
And somehow, magically, miraculously, Ethan managed to get a hold of himself, for he didn't think that he came off as a total fool with his next words. "Not fair, you said I was off the hook!" Okay, so maybe he didn't sound as smooth as he thought. Was he really that high? Hahah... Oh man. Chill out, dude. Wasn't pot supposed to make you chill? He should have this whole thing down by now! Ethan shook his head a little to himself, hoping that Sylvia didn't notice. She probably didn't. But again, he didn't know her that well. Maybe she had freaky strong senses or something. It was possible. Anything was possible. "If you insist, though, we could make a quick run to the store." Ethan smiled, looking over at her right as she scooted closer to him. And just like that, it was like Ethan got a sudden confidence boost. This wasn't going so badly! And the temptation to wrap his arm around her shoulders, oh man, it was mounting...
TAG LEXYPOO. as sylvia. (: WORD COUNT one oh seven six. SORRY. D: I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS KEEPS HAPPENING! NOTES the first paragraph makes me sound smart... and then it goes straight downhill. MUSE mythology - versaemerge. OUTFIT THE ONE THING I FINISHED IN GOOD TIME! LYRICS i'm crazy for this girl - lifehouse TEMPLATE justlikefalling at caution 2.0!
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Post by sylvia marie klaers on Jul 5, 2010 4:55:01 GMT -6
* sylvia marie klaers ! [/color] need something that i can confess til' all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that i've said come by it honestly i swear
[/color][/font][/size] It was pretty surprising how much Sylvia wasn’t experienced in this field. And when the words, “this field” come up, it is hoped that you aren’t thinking about the fields of like...jobs. Cause that is defiantly not the right thing. What is being said is, Sylvia wasn’t experienced in the field of “relationships” or well anything really. She was completely a virgin and planned on staying that way. Well not forever or anything. Sylvia sure as hell didn’t plan on being an old crazy cat lady, though he life was set to be that way cause she plan out refused to marry one of the gang members. Anyways, she refused to be an old crazy cat lady who never lost her virginity and had no family when she was old. She absolutely refused to let some weird nurses take care of her, every one knows, those nurses really are horrible. They treat you like crap and they don’t actually do their job right. Plus, they are messy. Besides, she didn’t want a nurse cleaning up her diapers and having to wipe her down. Not the way she wanted to spend her last few years. Sylvia’s perfect outlook on life? Well, of coarse, she wants a husband. They are clique and every one get’s married anymore. But she wanted one. She wanted one to just talk to and be able to share stuff with him that she couldn’t share with anyone else. And of coarse, children. They weren’t a need, they were more of a want. She’d be happy with just a husband. Maybe some animals. And of coarse, she wanted to be crime free. Yeah okay, like that was going to ever happen anytime soon, right?
Wait, why were these thoughts about this stuff going through her brain at this moment!? She was young, she didn’t need these thoughts yet. Maybe just the one about the virgin thing. But hey, there was no guy who she actually wanted to have sex with at this moment and didn’t see anyone in the near future. At this moment, he mind was set on school. Cause even though, she had a set job and set money for the rest of her life as Stella. She needed a set life and set money for poor ass, Sylvia. Even though, Sylvia technically used the money of the Weiss’ and the gang to buy stuff for her normal life. The others, didn’t, because they hated their normal life. They just had it to cover their asses from being seen and caught. Which really, if you think about it, it was pretty genius that they set up another identity for themselves. They would never have to worry about being caught or anything and they wouldn’t have to worry about being put into prison or on death row. Which all of them, were already on America’s Most Wanted list. And there was no way of getting off that. Unless you died, which was defiantly not in Sylvia’s plan. And she knew, every one in the gang wasn’t planning on doing that either. She liked living. Life was good to her. Breathing, it was quite magical. And well, she just liked living. Even if she was in complete hell. Okay really, if her gang just thought she was dead, then she could have a normal life, she would just have to move away and have to use her gang skills to keep an eye on the new people who rolled into town so she knew if it was them or not. Sylvia really had no plan to change her life anytime soon. Except to try and kill less innocent human beings and plant more trees. Great human right? Sylvia thought so.
Sylvia couldn’t help but get chills and smile shyly when his arm touched her’s. God, she was such a damn girl! She had never been this way around a guy. Normally, she would just go up to a guy and be like, hey let’s make out. Or when she was Stella she would seduce guys and just…end up having them killed. Beautiful human right? Yeah no. Anyways. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Think about Ethan! Cause he is hot, and you got to pay attention to him. Looking down at her feet, she bit down on her lip. Still smiling shyly, she tucked a hair behind her ear. Why was he making her like this!? It was like….he took all her confidence as soon as he sat down next to. Like it just brushed away when he touched her arm. Good going Ethan. Let’s make Sylvia all, nervous and not normal. Now she was probably going to end up acting stupid and probably make a complete fool of herself and just, not get through this without being laughed at. She knew it already. And she was expecting it already.
Laughing slightly, she shook her head. ”I was kidding Ethan. I was just teasing. Don’t listen to me. I don’t need more sugar anyways. I have a lot at home. It’s like…the witches house from Hansel and Gretel almost. Except my house isn’t made of sweets. Just the pantry and fridge is pretty much filled with it….Sorry I’m…” Biting her lip she took a deep breath, realizing she was acting like a fool. This, yes, this would end badly. Fiddling with her thumbs a little she looked down at them before looking at the side of his face and smiled a little. ”…rambling” She wasn’t sure what else to say. And she wasn’t sure if she should even say more words. She would probably end up admitting she still watched Disney Channel shows or some shit like that. And that, well that would just make her the creep. And she would end up making a fool of herself. Even more. Maybe, she would just keep her lips sealed for the next… ”So I have decided that..you have freaking epic hair.” Damn it. There she went again. Talking. She really just needed to shut up now. Before it got worse. And why did she have to talk about his hair!? Why not his face!? That was epic too. God Sylvia, just GOD!
This is for: ethan aka MY BETHERS <3 I have a little note;as soon as you left. i started working on this. FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER. it was done. sorry for being a speed replier now a days? :] Roll out the credits; me myself and i.. and the lyrics to secrets by one republic. :] So many words; eight seven eight. yeah i know. not matching your word count. but we needed to get it down. :] Special thanks to; ALOT OF STUFF. And she is wearing; CLICK ME
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Post by ethan carter holton on Jul 8, 2010 0:52:51 GMT -6
AS SHE CARRIES ON WITHOUT A DOUBT i wonder if she'll figure out that I ' M C R A Z Y F O R T H I S G I R L - - - * The world would be a very bleak place without music. It may have been a random fact and pretty random indeed when it came to this situation, but either way, it was so true. If there was no music, there would be no... well, nothing. Everything would be so quiet. Look at it quite in the literal sense, first off. You're walking down the hallway at school and people are just random singing. (Maybe not a good example to start with because that really got annoying sometimes.) You're walking down the streets with your earphones in, music pumping through the speakers and the words flowing through your head. You're at the grocery store, and there's the oldies music coming through the speaker things on the ceiling. You're in an elevator at work, with the shitty elevator music playing. Many of those are not so great examples, but they sure show how.. well, weird life would be without music. And Ethan, for one, would not deal well with a world without music. In fact, one of his main hobbies was playing guitar, and even singing, too. So if you took that away from him, he would be dead. Well, kind of. Not really. Either way, he would be really bummed. But what if music had never existed in the first place? It's true, he wouldn't know what he was missing. But what kind of person would he be like today? Well, he'd probably still be a pothead, that much was true. But maybe he would, instead of being upbeat and friendly most of the time, be some freaky dark creeper person who spent their entire day brooding on MySpace about how dreadful and weary life was. The ones with those freaky frowning pictures, all photoshopped and, of course, only in black, white, and red. The ones who pretty much lied a bout everything that was going on in their lives, saying how horrible it was when really, it probably wasn't all that bad, at least for most of them. End rant. He wouldn't have anything else to do, though, so why not? Well, let's just say that it was definitely a good thing, then, that music existed.
Another random question that could easily affect Ethan's life: what if there was no more partying? Really, what would he do with his life? It was true, he may not have exactly been the biggest fan of his lifestyle choices when it came to partying, but if it completely ended? He wouldn't be happy about it. After all, he was so addicted to marijuana... what would he do with himself? Smoke at home, well yeah, he already did that half the time. But really, that experience just wasn't the same as passing it around at a party with friends and a shitton of people you didn't even know at all. It added to the excitement, you could say. The atmosphere was really everything. Actually, sometimes it was kind of like his little rant earlier of freaky emo kids on MySpace complaining about everything, except that most of the guys -- and girls -- there had real problems. They would sit around, passing the joint, and just talk. Sometimes it felt really nice to get that stuff out, even if half of them, or more, wouldn't remember any of it in the morning. But sometimes Ethan could. And yeah, it really just felt good. It was like he could truly connect to these people, in a way that he couldn't with the rest of the world. They had something in common, even if it was something he wasn't totally proud of. Yeah, Ethan had a love-hate relationship with his drug of choice. Sometimes it was great, like reminiscing with others at a party while smoking, and other times it wasn't so great, like the stupid stuff it made him do every so often, and made him sound like a complete fool, like he was on his date with Sylvia right now. Oh shit, Sylvia! Maybe he should try to not make the situation any worse by spacing out and not paying attention to her, because yeah, that would not be a good thing. Really, Ethan was surprised she hadn't already left by this point. He had made himself sound pretty damn stupid by now; why would she still want to be here with him?
Maybe Sylvia was one of those people who felt bad for others, ones who, like Ethan, made stupid blunders, or just people who didn't have a lot of friends, so they felt obligated to be nice to them and act like.. well, like they were their friends. Shit, what if she was faking this whole thing? What if she didn't like him at all and she would never talk to him again after this meeting? That would suck, because Ethan... he really liked her. She was unique. She was different. And just the way she talked... yeah, there was something about her that made him never want to go home. He would be content to sit here on the beach with her for hours, just because he could. Maybe do something crazy or spontaneous, like go jump in the water with their clothes on, or jump off a cliff with them off. But would she ever go for that? Ethan did just say how different she was. That might have sounded bad to someone on the outside, like he was calling her creepy or something. But he truly and genuinely liked that about her. Yeah, he found it weird that she had threatened to punch him in the big toe. But that was a good thing! It was way more exciting than her threatening to punch him in the jaw or something, after all. Who really wanted to hear that? But the big toe? Not something you heard every day. And after that random bit of rambling, he hoped that he had explained that part of Sylvia he found so interesting, so soon after he had met her. Knowing Ethan, he'd probably end up being stupid and telling her that too. When he was mildly high like this, he tended to say whatever was on his mind, and the exact way it was on his mind, too. So within a few minutes, he was probably bound to say "you're interesting" to her. Just watch. He would. And as she kept on talking, hardly half of the words registered with Ethan's jumbled brain. She was talking too fast for him to really be able to focus on what she was saying when he felt like this. And when she finished, he just looked at her. "You're so... interesting." Ah, there he went. Told you it would happen. Gah! Ethan looked away from her nervously after he said that, frowning a little and just kind of punching the side of his leg. Dammit, he was stupid. But her next comment got his attention again. Slowly, Ethan turned his head back to look at her, smiling a little. "Well, thanks. I do try." His smile widened and he laughed a little. Most people would take it as a joke that he said he tried, and he himself intended that, too. But it wasn't a lie, either... he did try. Ethan spent way too much time on his hair. He was like a woman. Tonight, though, he was the man.
TAG LEXYPOO. as sylvia. (: WORD COUNT a lot. NOTES i really have no idea where the last sentence came from. MUSE right girl - the maine <3 OUTFIT THE ONE THING I FINISHED IN GOOD TIME! LYRICS i'm crazy for this girl - lifehouse TEMPLATE justlikefalling at caution 2.0!
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