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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 5, 2013 4:55:09 GMT
"Yeah, say whatever you want to make yourself feel better at night--I don't give a shit about being famous or making ass loads of money. I could care less about fame," the raven replied, his face stinging from the pain of the clip from Salem's fist managing to get a hit in. He hisses through his gritted teeth, trying to ignore every feeling he was having that very moment, but it was so difficult to.
Lance felt conflicted. It felt great to pop a few in Salem's face, but he hated himself for it at the same time. As much as he wanted to do more, he also wanted to apologize, but he wouldn't dare do something like that.
Not at that particular moment, anyway.
"I walked away out of respect for myself. I didn't want the fame unless I could share it with you... for good reason... Not sell out at the opportunity." Lance started out strong, but he drifted into a somber tone and his hands, which were tightened into fists, loosened and hung at his sides limply. He stayed that way for a few seconds after Salem had managed to pull away from his grip, but his anger flared up again at the mention of being sued and he spat at that, glaring once more.
"Coward," is what he managed to say, keeping eye-contact. "Afraid of a few pictures showing your true self and you run away back to your little rabbit hole with your fancy drinks and your high-class furniture and your whores."
He was cutting Salem deep, unfairly, and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He was hurting, too, and he didn't care how pathetic he looked anymore by that point. Lance just wanted Salem to know how badly he hurt.
"You left me just as much as I left you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 3:29:23 GMT
I know I'm wrong, I'm a problem
That'll never ever be solved
He had to brush off Lance's words as insult fueled by bitterness and nothing more. He would remember them, consider them, later on, but now he could only avoid eye contact – with Lance, with the crowd around them. Instead, he smoothed down the lapels of his jacket where they had been crumpled.
There was a lump in his throat from a feeling he couldn't quite place. It was mostly anger, tinged with – what? Regret? Shame?
But in the end, he wasn't really a sell-out. He had gotten renown, and with it a certain respect, and now he could have his way. It wasn't how you played the game, it's if you won. Salem had won. There shouldn't have been anything wounding in this, being told off by a failure of a former bandmate.
He had wanted the last word, but now he only clenched his fists and blinked against the flash of another camera. He didn't know if he wanted to punch Lance again or punch whoever was taking his fucking picture. This was going to be everywhere – so much for laying low.
"Well, maybe now you can get your fucking picture in a magazine." As the asshole who punched Salem Bauer. It was spiteful and childish, but he couldn't help flipping Lance off as he spoke, before turning on his heel to shove past people and make for home.
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Post by MESSENGER on Nov 12, 2013 4:28:25 GMT
GOOD JOB! LAIKA and KATZE each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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