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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 6:47:19 GMT
Damn. Kieran hadn't spent much time up in North Nova since he wasn't exactly rich enough to spend time in North Nova, but it sure was a beautiful place to be. Everything was meticulously groomed, from the front yards of sprawling mansions to the random gardens and community areas sprinkled through out the place. He understood why people literally killed to be up here. It was very, very nice. It was a weird circumstance that brought him to North Nova, especially in the dead of night. He'd been out at the clubs, as he was most nights these days, and had gotten to talking to one Angel Alessi. One thing led to another and he told the blonde he was a former race car driver, which prompted Angel to practically demand that they needed to go out for a ride. And how could Kieran refuse? It was his love of joyriding that had gotten him his job in the first place. So they returned to North Nova, where Angel promised there would be a snazzy ride for them to go out in. And the man hadn't been lying. The car he showed him was magnificent. Better than anything he'd ever had the chance to drive, anyways. But that's what big money got you, he supposed. Kieran knew better than to turn down this opportunity. It was probably a bad idea. Both of them were drunk, Kieran had taken a few pills before they left...just a slightly bad idea, of course. But the adrenaline was rushing through him. He hadn't had a chance to drive like this in forever, and it was his passion. How could he say no? ANGEL ALESSI // i hope this is an okay starter, i'm kind of a turd idk |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 9, 2014 16:22:06 GMT
Generally, Angel didn't bring men home. Nevada knew he slept around, but it didn't seem to bother him as long as Angel kept it outside. But he wasn't back with a stranger from a bar for sex. Not that he'd be opposed - while Kieran admired the sleek sports car, Angel admired him with a sidelong glance, a drunken grin.
Nevada didn't like to drive himself, but when he did, well - Angel wrinkled his nose, stating with disdain that his boyfriend always drove the speed limit, that his boyfriend stopped at stop signs and yellow lights, that his boyfriend didn't make it fun.
That's all he wanted, a good time. And a car like this in a race car driver's hands had to be a good time if nothing else. Nevermind neither was sober enough for this, Angel tossed Kieran the keys.
The north had the open stretches of empty roads, especially at this time of night, and with the top down and hair billowing in the wind, Angel only wanted to go faster. He leaned over to watch the speedometer rising with an airy laugh.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 4:46:00 GMT
Angel tossed him the keys and he caught them with surprising deftness. The pair clambered into the car, Kieran very ungracefully as he nearly tripped over his own feet climbing in, and pulled out of the garage with his foot flooring the gas pedal. The car drove like a dream. There was a reason these sports cars were so expensive, after all. The roads were basically empty and the ride was as smooth as could be. The gas pedal was still floored, after all, and the speedometer's needle was climbing higher and higher until the car couldn't possibly go any faster, and yet it still did. His hair was whipping back in the wind, the ends snapping at his shoulders like the crack of a whip, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything. Kieran didn't care that this was dangerous or that he was going a bit too fast for the curves in the road, hanging lefts and rights haphazardly, both of their bodies swinging around with each turn. Angel was laughing, a thin airy laugh that escaped from his lips and floated into the air that was quickly pulled away from him due to the speed at which the car was traveling. His laughter spurred Kieran to chuckle a little bit, which then grew into a full laugh as the adrenaline pulsed through him. His heart felt like it was going to explode, but in the best way possible. This was the best idea he'd had in a long time. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 11, 2014 1:06:48 GMT
It didn't take long until they were at the wilder part of the island, and Angel could barely make out the landscape rushing past them in the dark. He could barely see anything past his own hair, blown up around his head like a halo.
His heart sped up at every swerve and jolt, and he screamed when Kieran just barely made the curves - it was shrill and theatrical and he wasn't even scared. He was drunk and laughing and having the time of his life.
This was what cars like this were made for. Open roads at full speed.
After the grime and sweat of the bar, the night air was fresh and cool against his skin, though his cheeks were still flushed at the thrill of it all, an arm dangling out the passenger window. He blinked his watering eyes and pushed some hair out of his sight to watch the road ahead, winding in the glare of the headlights.
He squinted, watching something scurry across the road up ahead. Squirrel? Raccoon? Cat? Possum?
Roadkill? Yeah. In a second. He counted the seconds down in his mind until it bumped under the wheels.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 18:08:10 GMT
Angel was laughing and screaming as they went around each turn, each one more swerving and jaunty than the next. With his adrenaline rushing high he barely saw the animal crossing the road, but when he did, a flood of panic went through his system. He started to brake but it was too late. They were just going around another curve when the animal was in his sights and the momentum wasn't helping at all. While the vehicle slowed down, quite considerably, they were still hurtling fast down the road and it was safe to say the animal probably had a swift and painless death. Swift and painless death. That would be nice. There were horror stories of people burning to death or slowly being crushed in car crashes, and Kieran's elevated mood soon became terrified. The combination of speeding around a curve and hitting a bump in the road, quite literally, had thrown the car out of his control. In an instant, everything went black. Was he dead? No, he probably wasn't, considering he could hear a cacophony of noise in his ears and the blood seeping from his apparent wounds felt all too real for this to be an interlude between life and death. His brain was too muddled to keep up with what had happened, but if anyone was watching from the outside, it simply looked like a flashy sportscar had spun out of control and hit a tree. The front end of the car was ruined. The tree they had hit was broad and strong and it, of course, had no damage but some scratches to its bark. It wasn't as simple for the passengers in the car. If Kieran had been in his right mind, it might have been a little easier to discern how seriously he was hurt, but all he could think about was the pulsing veins in his head and the searing pain coming from his abdomen. His head lolled back a bit against the head rest and his eye blinked open, having closed them tightly on impact. His head had fallen to the side and he got a clear view of the body next to him, bloodied and injured just as he was — if not a bit more. Shit. This wasn't good. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 12, 2014 1:26:55 GMT
Kieran was a professional - his handling was sloppy, but Angel didn't mind the wild ride. He almost couldn't believe that Kieran would actually, genuinely lose control of the car, even as he shakily maneuvered a curve, screeching brakes and jolting bumps and rushing air before Angel's scream was cut off.
He opened his bleary eyes to broken glass and twisted metal, an all encompassing ache. He was hurt, but he couldn't say where, only that his head was pounding and he was ready to puke. The car's interior felt small and stifling when it pressed in around him like a trap, and the air was thick with the nauseating smell of blood, even with the car's open top.
Angel blinked against a warm, wet trickle down his face, still too dazed to panic. Even the pain felt distant, save for the sharp pang that accompanied every breath. He didn't know how long it had been - he tried to count his breaths but he lost the number quickly - when he finally said something.
He coughed, voice barely above a hoarse whisper and his words without much meaning. "Fucked up." He wasn't sure what he was talking about, only that it seemed funny, somehow. They had been fucked up, they fucked up, now they were fucked up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 5:37:42 GMT
The air was still except for gasping, ragged breaths coming from split lips and broken teeth. While the crash could have been worse, of course, it still wasn't pretty. Kieran could tell it was really bad from the searing pain in his entire body, now. While it wasn't as bad as crashing his stock car, he hadn't had a regular traffic accident in a long time. That didn't mean he wasn't hurt any less, either. Tentatively, Kieran tried to wiggle his fingers and toes to make sure everything was still working how it should. Though it was painful, he discerned that all of his parts were there, just being crushed by metal and glass. For the first time in a long time, he heard a voice. Angel's cracked, broken voice echoed out in the stillness of night, uttering just two words. Somehow, they seemed to sum everything up to a t. Kieran, however, was glad that the other was dead and that he was still somewhat functional. The pair sat in the icy cold night for what seemed like ever. If he could have reached his cell phone, he would have called 911 immediately...but unfortunately, he was stuck, bleeding and injured, in a used soda-can of a vehicle. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 15, 2014 14:53:35 GMT
He licked his lips, tasting blood. It was hot and bitter and thick. More blood than had pooled in his mouth already – he wanted to spit it out, but there was an out of place, vapid worry about ruining his clothes. If he'd craned his neck down to see, he'd know they were already ruined, and were least of his worries.
He wanted to wipe his face, but he couldn't, he was weak and numb and aching all at once. He couldn't recall the moments before the crash, but the feeling of sharp turns and fishtailing was still with him, making his head spin and his stomach churn, and Angel shut his eyes against it.
Kieran was there, he had seen him in the corner of his eye, but he didn't really worry about him. He didn't even worry about himself. He was waiting, and it occurred to him he didn't know what he was waiting for.
Eventually it occurred to him he might be dying. He felt awful enough to be. He tried to move, to free himself of the metal twisted tight around him like a bear trap, but there was a sobering jolt of pain, that brought a strangled gasp and the stabbing pain that accompanied every breath too deep. Angel slumped back into the seat, recoving, waiting. He still wasn't sure what for.
Maybe he lost consciousness again, for a while. Almost like he'd fallen asleep, gotten bored of the wait. His eyelids fluttered open to bright lights and voices that spoke reassurances. It was chaos compared to the dead stillness of night, and it felt like an odd dream until he felt hands on him, caught snatches of words he was sure were meant for him. The faces were unfamiliar and the whole thing was sort of frightening, but his body was limp, his limbs heavy, his answers unintelligible murmurs.
Stretchers. Paramedics. Oxygen. Splints. Ambulances. Back to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 2:10:39 GMT
Things were getting foggy, now. Moments were blurring together and Kieran was stuck in a purgatory between reality and dreaming, or what seemed like dreaming. His thoughts were muddled and it felt like a dream-like state, but he couldn't manage to be coherent enough to figure anything out. So he sat there, unable to really move, in his strange hell.
Was this what dying was like? In his other crash, the one that led to him coming to Nova in the first place, he didn't feel like this. But then again, he was more certain he was going to survive. Or was he? Maybe he was passing out, maybe he was having an out of body experience. It was impossible to say and impossible to discern, at least right now.
He could feel Angel's presence next to him, but Kieran couldn't turn again. He couldn't let his head fall and look at the man next to him, both because he didn't want to realize what he'd done, and he physically couldn't move anymore. It was then that he realized his eyes had actually slid shut, and all he could sense was the feeling of blood running across his skin.
Time lapsed. Kieran knew he probably fell unconscious, and the pain ebbed away as his consciousness faded, easing him out of reality like slipping into a pool of water. When he awoke again, the sterile white ceiling of a hospital stared back at him, and the pain came crashing back like a tidal wave.
Unfortunately, along with it, was the knowledge of what he'd done, and the knowledge of what was probably going to happen to him next.
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 16, 2014 2:33:24 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB HABBUE and LAIKA each receive 4 nectar for completing a thread.
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