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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 0:30:21 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
DEEP BREATHS,
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NOD YOUR HEAD. | Bite your tongue, one of the few times Aeron had actually told himself to. Just take a deep breath, don't even think about it. Marlene is waiting for you, at home, he kept telling himself; biting into his lower lip as he did. Telling yourself not to do something was never so easy, and when did you listen to your self? Hardly ever, as with anyone. So he kept walking, counting in his head. It wasn't going to be worth it, at all.
The patience of a saint, but the rolling rage of the sea; "That's right faggot, keep walking." He stopped walking, hands coming out of his pockets as he slowly turned around. That was always the one word, amongst all others, that did it. How he wished it didn't bother him anymore, but that wasn't how it worked. Even when he knew others were joking, hearing it just made the hair on the back of his neck raise; a shame it could never be attributed to simply overreacting.
With two steps, Aeron had his hand in the guy's hair; before smashing his head backwards against a brick wall. That small cracking noise, the thud, made Aeron smile; it was such a disgustingly satisfying sound. He still smiled, and god did he know it wasn't good to feel this way, to smile at something like this. Nothing was going to change that though, Marlene wasn't here right now; count to ten, nod your head.
The guy had managed to pick himself back up, god it felt nice towering over people, didn't it? He managed to nail Aeron on the right side of his face, stumbling slightly. That slight burning in his skin felt... Nice, as if it were alive.
Shortly enough, Aeron's fingers were around the guy's throat, smashing him back down onto the pavement. Without a second thought, he brought his foot down on the man's face; again, and again. That feeling of crunching beneath his foot was nice, and on the last, he just stood, pressing his shoe against his face, gently.
He seemed to forget, or maybe he didn't even know this, about himself; there was a selfish reason for keeping her around, and this? This was why, but he stood there, triumphant and smiling, king of the hill with his foot resting on this new throne.
He hadn't even noticed the people watching him, staring in shock; possibly awe. Maybe if I'd been this way in high school.. he wondered, maybe things would've turned out different.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 1:41:38 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. Zoey's virtue was her fearlessness, her ability to dote and her incredible pain tolerance. It turned into fearlessness, at that point, since she always wanted to take up and smother whatever was hurting. If it was a baby bird with a broken wing she wanted to swaddle it and nurse it back to whatever health she could achieve. She wasn't very good at it, though. Zoe also had her own way of doing it. Here she was, out at night again because staying in a small apartment choked her throat up. She noticed the crowd and hoped it was a brawl similar to the kind Paris usually got into - good natured, at it's end. It wasn't though, and she felt it with a shiver. Unnecessary violence was something the redhead would never get used to. Gritting her teeth, putting her hands deep into the pockets of her leather jacket, Zoey walked out of the mass. Maybe the man didn't notice her, but Zoey got as close as she was comfortable getting. "That's called overkill. I think you've made your point." it was a conspiratorial whisper. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 2:13:04 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
DEEP BREATHS,
COUNT TO TEN,
NOD YOUR HEAD. | You're in control. With his foot resting on the man's face, still, he took a deep breath. Putting his foot back on the ground, he took the time to glance around; not even noticing the crowd had formed around him. Of course he didn't, it wasn't surprising to him in the least. Looking down again, knowing it was wrong, he couldn't help but smile. Smile at who ended up on the ground, who had lost; and maybe, just maybe, the guy would remember the word that got his ass beaten. But, asking someone to learn a lesson from something like this wasn't really what his point had been, he hadn't even had one.
Without Marlene to pull him away, or warn him not to, there had been no reason to not. Nothing to be done now though, and as he moved towards the crowd, they slowly parted and went back to their nights. But between murmurs someone actually spoke to him. ...Overkill? "You think so?" He asked, voice completely level, calm even. As if this was a therapeutic experience. "It was well deserved, at the very least. Hopefully he'll remember it." With a smirk he had replied, somewhat proud of his work. Though he would never admit it, even as it pricked at the back of his mind. Sometimes he wished it would go away, and other times, he'd greet it as an old friend.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 2:21:59 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. She gritted her teeth when she saw the smirk - again, it was so strange. Zoey was strung-together complications, paradoxes that interwove. His even voice, calm demeanor. Two wrongs don't make a right, Zoey could tell you that more than anyone. Maybe she was supposed to say Hell Yeah! Fuck the status quo! Someone upsets you, you punch their face in. You rip their guts out. You threaten their family. Really gets the point across, right? Without much warning she slapped him. It wasn't a serious vendetta but it certainly wasn't a tap. "He's not going to remember anything," she hissed. "You smashed his fucking face in. You'll be lucky if someone here doesn't turn your sorry ass over." Maybe her past was just a weekend-warrior ordeal, a smile and a nod and swept under the rug. Zoey had never been a fan of gore and she'd seen it splattered on walls and on her own hands. It was rarely deserved, she knew that. What she did count on was those swollen hands springing for her throat, but that fearlessness - she had the blood of an idiot. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 2:52:43 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
DEEP BREATHS,
COUNT TO TEN,
NOD YOUR HEAD. | It wasn't arrogance, as much as it may seem. In truth, it was a bit of pride, the fact that now he could actually take care of himself, in manners such as these, unlike when he was younger. The thought still lingered, and it would; for the next few days, maybe a week or two, as it always did. He wasn't going to sleep alone, or at all, and with this realization his face dropped slightly.
He'd felt good, strong, for all of twenty seconds. On top of the world with those against him under his foot, again, again, and again. As he felt the crack across his face, he winced slightly; gripping the girl's wrist tightly. He couldn't remember the last time someone had slapped him, and it felt... Good. Right across where he'd been punched not even five minutes ago, it began to burn again. Maybe he'd done too much, even though it was, in his perspective, deserved. The possibilities ran through his head, and this girl hadn't even seen how it had started. "I'm not going to justify myself to you." His grip on her wrist getting a bit tighter, but he wasn't going to hurt her. Because he knew that she was right, even if not completely.
But... She did catch his attention. How brave she had been to slap him after seeing what he'd just done, though he wouldn't let her know that. Foolish, at the same time. "I'd probably be the one on the ground right now if he'd had friends with him. Stupid fuck." The last bit not directed at the girl, no point in insulting her at all. She didn't deserve it, for at the moment she held his admiration in a strange sense.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 3:06:01 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. The grip surprised her - after the shit show that just occurred, Zoey had been expecting more. Expecting but not prepared - Zoey had no power in her body. She was good at running, she had good cardio and flexibility, but close up or hand-to-hand conflicts weren't her forte. "I didn't ask you to justify it," and although the words sounded like dignified forgiveness, her tone said much differently. No matter what he said those actions wouldn't be justified to Zoey. "I doubt it," the audience had mostly dispersed now since this wasn't the place where Zoe would find a knight in shining armor. No one wanted to see a girl's blood splattered on the same bricks - that wasn't good sportsmanship. "Most people try to avoid psychotics." She grinned then, hoping she could get under his skin. Maybe he'd listen to her then. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 3:46:02 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
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NOD YOUR HEAD. | Didn't ask, he thought, she wouldn't have bothered saying a word, and she surely wouldn't be standing here still. People were easy, much more than their words. Maybe she wanted to preach, as all the proud do. He couldn't hold that against her though, being one in the same. If he had words, he'd speak them; tie you up with them, beat you with them, whichever the situation called for. Her tone lent itself to pride, however; and maybe he needed that at the moment.
So here she stood, against the white knight who seemed to be talking, acting, backwards. Everyone had gone by now, a few worried glances before everyone had run off. No one voicing a word, too scared to possibly keep her safe; though he hadn't expected anyone to in the first place.
"Just like they avoid arrogant little girls such as yourself?" He smiled back at her, fully; that wasn't one of the words he cared about, or for. It comes with knowing that you're not perfectly okay, mentally or in whatever manner, accepting it's their but not thinking it's okay. That was the difference, he knew it was there. "Are you going to play "holier than thou" with me? That game's one of my favourites."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 4:11:58 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. Zoey wasn't the type to snap. If she had a shorter temper, or wasn't so self-disciplined she could've cried. A couple years ago she might've. Her smile definitely shrunk, just a little, and she blinked. "No one's ever called me arrogant," and her voice was colored surprise. No one did - it wasn't something Zoey would've imagined someone calling her. Not even the real things, people wouldn't call her that. Self-deprecating, self-defeating, stubborn. Well, someone might call her stubborn. Out of her element - the biggest fear. He sees through you a scarier thought was never so present in her mind. Normally she could shrug this off but he went to the heart of it. Instinct wanted to read the riot act - You don't know me. But she didn't know him, either. "You're right - I'm clean, pure-as-virginal-snow. Holier than everyone." Zoey's voice was dripping with sarcasm. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 4:00:17 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
DEEP BREATHS,
COUNT TO TEN,
NOD YOUR HEAD. | That was surprising he thought, as he noticed her smile shrink, even if it was only slightly. He'd hit a nerve, a small one at that. "Now why do I find that hard to believe?" With that he sneered, straightening himself to tower above her. Dropping her wrist at this point, he really didn't need to keep a hold on her. She'd probably stay, argue, preach, whatever it may be. At least he was willing to listen, to an extent anyway, so here he stood still.
Holier-than-thou was a game few tried to play with him, in a sense they'd win; but what does it matter when the lesser than holy doesn't care? It's checkmate, and the preacher loses.
He snorted at her response, looking down at her purposely. "You strike me as the prude little angel type, a little virgin Mary, aren't you?" This time however, he sounded mean. Condescending if anything, as he continued to look down on her. "Go on, say what you want to say, fix me, save me. Oh please, I'm begging you Mother Mary."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 18:15:37 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. She didn't like being called on her shit, but Zoey wasn't about to blush and tell him he was right. She'd had years of this, years of sticking up for herself when everyone else told her she was some useless valley girl. "If that makes you feel better." There wasn't a way she could phrase what she wanted to say, but Zoe was glad he'd let go of her. An accurate way to tell him If calling me a naive saint makes you feel better for your sinning, then sure, go ahead did not exist in the same place as Zoe keeping her own grit. The concepts of saints and sinners was too black and white for her to touch. Teetering mass of hypocrisy, Zoey sighed but not in resignation. Just fatigue, like there was no arguing with this type - because there simply wasn't. "I can be whatever you want if it helps you sleep better at night." Fighting him would only gratify him and completely giving in would only hurt her. So this, this nonchalant response - whatever. Zoey's head hurt and she had the sinking feeling that she was drowning. In all honesty, she wanted to punch him in the face but that would achieve the opposite of what she wanted. Not to mention that Zoe's body was built more for flight than fight. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 20:41:48 GMT
BITE TONGUE,
DEEP BREATHS,
COUNT TO TEN,
NOD YOUR HEAD. | His eyebrows raised at her response, this had turned into anything but about himself. "It's not about what makes me feel better, it's about what makes you, Mother Mary." Sarcasm thrown in again, but it was true. He'd begun to have some fun with this, though. Not even arguing, Aeron had just wanted to do what he did best with words; beat people with them.
"I don't sleep." His eyelids drooped a bit as he spoke; in this lighting she couldn't notice the dark rings beneath his eyes, how his occasional blinks held for a few seconds. There was that arrogance again though, her presence having some effect on him? That irritated self importance, it made him blankly stare; he was so tired. He wanted to be home, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. Instead he was here, the guy on the cement next to them had begun to groan as he rolled over slightly.
Whatever helps you sleep at night. He hated those words, because nothing did. He wished that painting this girl a saint would help him sleep, to keep his head on a pillow soundly. He'd call her anything in the world! Not that she knew, nor cared in any sense. "Anything else?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 3:10:11 GMT
SHE'S MADE OF OUTER SPACE. Zoey scratched her head absentmindedly. "You don't have a lot of common decency," she said flatly. He'd berate her some more, whatever. Zoe was tired of it, her stomach felt empty and ache-y. Now she actually missed the strange atmosphere of the shared apartment, the way that she wanted to turn her shoulder when she was trying to sleep. And she didn't know what happened to this man, but Zoe didn't care - she believed that your experiences didn't make you who you were, it was how you dealt with them. Then again, what did she know - what had she experienced. Just a thought - Zoe undersold herself. @southie
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 21:09:46 GMT
peacein this thread out goodbye zoey
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