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Post by alison on Oct 2, 2012 22:11:08 GMT -5
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[/size][/center] together would find us an opening and moonlight would provide the spark and that i would stumble across your key or break down the door to your heart. - - - - - - - - - - - -♚ [/font][/justify][/div] alison fairholm wasn't so easily unsettled. in fact, she couldn't remember the last time that her stomach was turning in on itself. she couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep, and she definitely couldn't afford to think at this point in time. there was nothing to think about. she had done what she had done, and it was simply time for her to grow a pair and pretend like it had never happened. but it was hard for the twenty four year old to do. it wasn't like letting go of a rope while knowing if you did so, you'd fall seventy feet to your death. this wasn't her first rodeo. this wasn't the first time she had shot someone. granted, last time she had put a bullet in someone's body, it was merely self defense; he had been attacking her and invading her home. what else was she supposed to do? sit there and wait for him to finish her off?
kill or be killed - that was the rule of war. but for alison, it was the rule of her life, as well.
in her opinion, she couldn't have gotten out of the house any sooner. she was on the verge of absolute insanity once the little hand finally hit the twelve on the antiquated clock in the middle of the giant, south wall of her emptier than normal studio apartment. she had once shared it with drew, but with him dead, she was alone again. only, if you wanted to get really technical, she'd never be alone - not if she still had della, who had at least three feet in the grave, if not then all four of them, and it was just a matter of falling in. but nonetheless, alison craved for a different type of company today. and although she never was a heavy drinker, nor did she condone drinking before five pm, today was an especially rare exception for her. right now, about the only thing that could get her through whatever the hell it was that she was going through would be drinking. that, or just turning herself in right then and there.
because yes, believe it or not, even if she hated her fiance, she felt an immense amount of guilt set in her chest. it didn't matter how hard she tried to shake it off or pretend that it just wasn't there, it would always return sooner or later, stronger and more prominent than it was before.
so, yes. as shameful as it was, drinking was the only way alison knew how to deal with it. she didn't want to risk telling anyone like zander or biz, and ali was never one for getting too emotional with anyone besides her father, anyways. and her father was the only one that knew, which was no big surprise there - but that was no help to the troubled blonde. he was all the way up in vegas, and she was still down in myrtle beach. she had seen her father momentarily when she attended half of drew's funeral, but it wasn't enough for her. but that was almost as surprising as her only confiding in her dad was. she was a daddy's girl, after all, through and through, and nothing could shake that from her. not even a murder committed by her own hands.
when she finally got to the bar, she was pleased to see not that many people there. they were all stone faced construction workers or the married business owners who were escaping their tyrannical wives back at home. alison quickly gained a seat at the bar, and when the bartender came to ask her what she wanted, she muttered, "scotch."
after a few moments, the waiter had come back with her drink, and she sat there, idly stirring her drink with the little black straw, her lips pursing every so often as the cogs in her mind slowly turned. she had contemplated suicide, turning herself in, and escaping town, but at the heart of it all, none of that was what she wanted to do. for once, she wanted monotony. she wanted things to be the same, day by day. she didn't want to have to worry about getting shot or have to worry about her next man she'd have to hunt down. she just wanted a simple life, albeit a boring one. maybe that was the scotch, lack of sleep, or broken spirit talking; she wasn't quite sure. she usually wasn't so boring, though. that was for sure.
after the bartender serviced the other two men at the end of the bar, who were arguing over last night's football game, he came back over to alison's corner of the bar and swung the towel over his shoulder and wiped his hands on the black apron that was tied loosely around his waist. you look like you could use someone to talk to, darlin', he muttered.
"looks like you need to learn how to use your hand. piss off." was alison's slow, malicious response. the bartender's eyes widened and he lifted his hands up in the air. just tryin' to be nice, he countered, let me know if you need anything.
she watched him as he turned on his heel to talk to the other guys sitting at the bar, who would definitely give him a better conversation than what alison could.
and she finally had that peace and quiet she had been dying for. but like all things concerning the hot headed woman, that could change at any moment. [/td][td][/style][/td][/tr][/table] 830 words / open / hot / poor girl.. only not really.. [/center]
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Post by river porter on Oct 3, 2012 6:33:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] another wasted night , the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you’re just feeling tired, ‘cause if it’s more than that I feel that I might break. |
[/size][/div] CAT W/ALI , 970 , CLICK FOR CAUSAL , HAHA HE'S ...SPECIA BUT HE'S PUTTING UP A FAKE FRONT..IF THAT HELPS.. the smoking gun was laid back down at his side, now slack in his hand as he looked to the person falling to the ground with blood seeping out from the hole in their head. river did not even bat an eyelash as he untwisted the silencer off his gun and pocketed it, strolling out of the pier area and heading toward his next destination; the bar. the gun was tossed away into the water, finger prints cleared and no piece of himself to be found on the weapon but the body was there. dead, unbreathing and now cold as the boy that shot him, river strolled out with his hands tucked into his pocket. he had agreed to keep his eyes and ears open for the traces of the missing girl from an old collegue and he had been doing that. something wanted him to have jarred’s trust because the familiarity was always a good thing for river to have because he felt that maybe he still had some humanity left in him. the male that had shot the now bleeding out person was not exactly human but it was a side of river that had to be there for him to do his job even remotely correct. this was not a job though, this was evidence of a trail leading to another gang and river had to eliminate the person that could very well snitch to their boss. jarred, axel, danny and himself were here for reasons that were completely different from one another but they had a common element under the category of childhood. they grew up together, shooting together. killing, becoming monsters all at once and training to be the best killers, businessmen and liars that they could be. river, still loyal to his childhood, was here as a spy but no one really needed to know that.
with the deed finish and a little information gathered that would bring him one step closer to finding this girl, river felt at ease with himself and was craving the numbing taste of alcohol or even an ice cold beer as the temperate breeze surrounded him. he had strolled away from the body that rested at the end of the peir, certain that no one alive was a witness and even more certain that the body would be found which was his complete intention. though river did not have a good amount of book smarts, he had the manipulative and cold side to him that allowed him the chance to be a good businessman in the department that he was working under. he wanted to send a message and a dead body sent one loud and clear. the body would be found and the man’s leader would be livid, so much so, that river would have a bounty on his head and it would help lead him to this missing girl. that was the plan, with some mini aspects and side ideas, and he knew that his plans hardly failed and though he was not quick to admit failure, when scared or upset, river was quick to use weapons. the lights of the ever growing and never sleeping town began to grow brighter as he entered the center of town and made his way into the local watering hole of club boca. the line was short, the company was quiet and the drinks were cheap. it was exactly what the male needed at this moment.
stepping in, he noticed two things and none of which involved the blonde at the bar. he first noticed that there were seats open, and his favorite spot being more exact and the second thing was that the air around the bar was thick as though something was blocking the good energy that usually circulated the area. he grinned, putting on a new look that was different from the killer that he was and moved over to the bartender, approaching the blonde’s side of the bar. ”jimmy! hey,” [/b], giving the male a high five that turned into a fist bump and chuckled with the idle chit chat, ”oh you know, cars need to be fixed and that’s what I do. I see the bar is a little tense today, what’s happening?”[/b] and he followed his eyes to the blonde that was seated beside him. river was not sure how he had overlooked such a pretty face with a nice body but he shrugged it off as being distracted and chuckled, looking over to alison with a raised eyebrow, ”now I know this pretty little thing can’t be sucking up all the good energy.”[/b] and the reply from the bartender caused the male to chuckle as he took the seat next to her. ”drink for your thought?”[/b] playing on the famous saying as the beer was placed in front of him and river just added it to his tab, and agreed to pay for alison’s drink as well. ”what’s got you so glum? cause a scotch usually means you had a hard knock life.”[/b], but that was river’ actually and the fact that he was drinking a beer showed that he was in better spirits than alison. he lifted the glass up, ”cheers?”[/b] he asked with an almost hesitant approach to his words, wanting to bring just a small smile to her face for some reason but no one said that all of the humanity had been knocked out of river. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by alison on Oct 4, 2012 21:56:42 GMT -5
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[/size][/center] together would find us an opening and moonlight would provide the spark and that i would stumble across your key or break down the door to your heart. - - - - - - - - - - - -♚ [/font][/justify][/div] alison's comfortable bubble of silence was abruptly popped when her train of thought crashed. she looked up slowly to see a man greeting the bartender like he was some old friend or something, and she couldn't help but smirk and stare at the stranger for a while as he talked to the bartender. jimmy? that was an entirely too pleasant of a name. alison soon found herself outwardly chuckling more at the name and the man behind the name than the overly bright and cheery guy who was sharing a conversation with him. when he mentioned how tense the bar was, he purchased a inaudible grunt and a roll of the eyes from ali as she presumed to stare down the drink that was in front of her. her stomach flipped and goosebumps rolled across her arms and shoulders as she felt a new set of eyes gaze upon her. she flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked over at him, arching a brow. she scoffed and pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. "hold your horses, fido," she began, turning herself slightly to face river before she continued, "nothing about this -" she pointed at herself, "is little."
and there was that wonderful ego of hers. lord knows what would happen if alison was shorter than 5'5. at least she had a lengthy pair of legs on herself, otherwise she - and the entire myrtle beach population - might be in some serious trouble. she hated to be belittled, and she definitely hated to be called little or small and defenseless, all terms that had been used on her before. the only person that could barely get away with calling her little would be zander, but even then, it was iffy. he was a lifelong friend and the best friend of her deceased brother, who also, by the way, called her little a from time to time. it was just something that was between her and those two boys, who she often called her boys, even though she was significantly younger than both of them. but that was besides the point. when a stranger such as river came up to her at a bar, conversed with a man she assumed would only be a nuisance, and then called her little -- she had a major issue with that. a big major issue, actually.
"you know, paying for a girl's drink doesn't exactly mean she'll go home with you and fuck," alison stated bluntly, staring river up and down, sizing him up for whatever he was worth. a coy grin cracked her lips and she chuckled lightly at him. "if you start breaking out the psychologist talk or the corny pickup lines, we will have a problem." and that was about as close as anyone would ever get to being accepted by alison. that wasn't to say that she wouldn't get annoyed by him further on in the night and leave or ask him to leave her alone, because it was the sort of thing that you had to play by year. alison is very temperamental when it comes to how she chooses her company. whether it be friends, fuck buddies, or even the guy sitting next to her at a bar. she didn't want to risk losing brain cells or catching the stupidity that hung around myrtle beach like a stray dog. the only thing she saw out of this was how fun it would be to play around with this boy. who knew what he had in store? he surely didn't look like any of the firecracker men she had seen during her time spent at the bar, or even at the beach. but just because he may have seemed vulnerable, to alison at least, on the outside, didn't mean that he was all soft teddy bears and sunshine on the inside. but the kid was too happy to be made of anything else in her honest opinion.
at the mention of the fact that she was drinking scotch, which was every depressed man's go to drink, she huffed and propped her elbow up on the bar and rested her cheek in her hand. she stared down at her naked ring finger and wished, for just a moment, that she hadn't flushed the engagement ring down the toilet after committing her dirty, beautiful little crime. "i like scotch," she said slowly, picking up the glass and pressing the rim to her lips before pausing, "it tastes.... good." she lied before taking a cautious sip from the glass. she cringed slightly and swallowed hard before setting the cup down. ali paused for a moment and leaned against the edge of the bar while turning her head to look at the man. "your positive energy is interfering with my negative energy." [/td][td][/style][/td][/tr][/table] 830 words / open / hot / bad bad bad bad reply [/center]
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Post by river porter on Oct 10, 2012 4:26:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #301B23 solid, bTable] I LEFT MY SANITY IN THIS PLACE crumpled between empty beers and pack of cigarettes [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]river had shed the sport’s coat that had given him a small appearance of being a business man and burned the dress shirt incase there was dna anywhere upon the white fabric which left him looking rather causal for the bar scene. he needed a drink, something to numb out the small ping of guilt that he was feeling and though the feeling was rare, it had come with the knowledge that his target had a daughter and a sick wife and he was now taking away the prime breadwinner of the family. self-loathing at the moment, river could only think of one thing to get his mind off the murderer status that felt as though it was tattooed on his forehead, a drink. it seemed like a good enough excuse and he knew the bartender well enough to know that a free round or two would be in the cards that night. he had been hoping for relaxation, a nice homey feel but the tension in the bar was high and he was confused as to what would be the cause. it seemed that the room was almost divided and it was not until he noticed the blonde, did he notice the division. everyone had been avoiding the blonde hair beauty and rive had no idea why but he would be playing his cards a little carefully for this night. seating himself with a bar stool between the two of them, he struck up a conversation with the bartender, giving a high five and ordering himself a pint that he was sure to be chasing down with some kind of crackers. the liquor never did anything for him anymore, as though he had so much that he was immune to it but river could make himself feel the liquor, give the illusion that he was smashed when his mind could clear up in a second and he could pull his gun out and end a life—that was part of his training. chuckling, he shook his head, ”no dog m’am. and i see that there is nothing little except for your eyes. you got a squinty thing going on.” |
[/b] he said, letting his eyes wonder down as she gestured to herself and he smirked, turning his attention back to his beer and giving it a swig. he raised an eyebrow to her, his head tilting to the side and his smirk falling for a second. the girl had a bite and ego on her and river had no idea how to deal with that because he was unsure of what kind of mood he was in but the comment caused him to snort and then shake his head, ”sorry, I thought you were kidding for a second..”[/b] he said, taking another swig of his beer and putting the glass down gently, ”sweetheart, just cause a guy buys one round doesn’t mean that he wants to fuck you. small tip form me to you.”[/b] and he could honestly say that with a mouth like that, he did not to even touch the girl, let alone have intertwine any of their body parts. he was cold, he was stone but he was not an idiot and this girl had the word “danger” and “bitch” written all over her and that was not something that river was in the mood to deal with. ”I was actually finished talking to you with that tip but if you want to keep going, since the bartender apparently is no interest too you, go ahead, I’m all ears..”[/b] though he wasn’t actually, he was growing bored of the conversation that was occurring between the two and the idea of getting up and heading to the dart board was becoming more and more appealing. he needed to get his target practice done for the day and though he had his hands marked with blood that evening, a little practice would never hurt, right? looking over to her once more, his eyes rolled as he noticed her cringe, ”yea you seem to really be enjoying it. well then please, let me get out of the bitch’s way.”[/b], giving a slow and sarcastic bow before ducking away from her. he moved to the other side of the bar where people were actually having a good time and the energy was far more positive, something that the male needed. the phone in his pocket was buzzing and he did not have the desire or the energy to answer it, no matter who he was. he was still searching for the missing girl, still looking for her whereabouts and all while he was keeping a close eye on the sawyer and mcbrian boys. it was a hard life for the male and he did not need to be bothered at the bar by some blonde girl that thought she was hot, because with an attitude like that—she wasn’t, at least not to him. he liked the wholesome girls who still had a spine when it was needed but there never seemed to be anything that like that around here and river was getting bored, and desperate to give some attention to his desires for sex. though sex was not a huge thing for the male, he enjoyed it when the moment came around but it appeared that tonight would not be one of those moments as he rubbed a dart between his finger and tossed it at the board, hitting it right on the bullseye.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE FANGIRL BUT LOVED CAT WITH HER CHARACTER, ALISON [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 915[/B] WORDS, WHICH KIND OF SUCKS AS A STARTER. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND RIVER IS WEARING THIS[/URL][/COLOR]. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS HE'S KIND OF ANNOYED NOW X.X[/B][/div][/center]
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