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[DYLAN COLLINS]

TAKE ME TO THE TIME WHEN THINGS WERE FINE, THEY ARE BROKEN NOW

OPEN, 930, WHITESHIRT&JEANS , PERSON AT BAR? HELPFUL CITIZEN?

the alcohol slipped down his throat with ease, losing count of how many times he had done this motion but sure it was over the double digit mark as the burning was just a numb feeling. he shook his head as he ducked it down, trying to focus on not throwing up and keeping his balance on the stool. the beer was nearly gone and he tapped the bar, getting the attention of the attractive bartender and he gave her a grin, ”hey sweetie..last one..”

[/b], he slurred while tapping the rim of the glass which nearly tipped. he had returned to myrtle beach after the attack, injured himself but not to the same extent at his best friend who he had wished that he could have saved. guilt was eating him away as the alcohol was burning in his throat and he could not satisfy both. a full glass was placed next to his near empty one and a glass of water beside that which she tapped as an indicator to drink that first but he pushed it away. dylan wanted to feel nothing and he was feeling everything at this moment. hey buddy…heard what happened to mason. said a voice from beside him which caused dylan’s head to slowly turn to face the intruder of his own thoughts, ”no you didn’t..”[/b] he mumbled because no one knew, no body knew unless they were there. no one saw the blood, heard the screams or watched the building explode. dylan had been too much of a coward to do anything and mason had saved everyone, but had lost a limb in the process. dude. we did. horrible, can’t believe that shit…is he in a wheelchair? and dylan was not sure why he reacted the way that he did. it was an impulse, and he felt like his friend was being degraded which caused him to jump off the stool and grab the male by the shirt, slamming his back into the bar, ”you don’t know shit! don’t talk about it like it’s nothing…actually, don’t even fucking talk you prick!”[/b], his fist colliding with the male’s face. the alcohol was in his system but it did nothing to numb the intense pain in his hand as he was suddenly pulled off the male who was holding his nose in pain. buddy! what’s your problem!?, which caused dylan’s body to whip around and punch yet another and then another. he had continued until his own body was physically exhausted and the male was able to be pushed to the floor by a bystander. he grunted as he tried to stand, the room was spinning around him and he needed fresh air at this point. lets go champ, you are out of here. said a bouncer as he picked dylan up by his shirt and dragged his body out of the bar.

tossed to the ground, he laid there for just a moment, his lip bleeding and his eye now blackened. it was yet another bar fight that had could have been avoided if dylan’s anger had been under control. the sincerity in that male’s voice sent dylan back to his childhood days when he had to hear people give condolsenses for his father’s death and then another for his grandfather’s and so on. mason was not dead, he was alive and though he was not well, dylan had faith that he was going to pull through. pulling his phone out from his pocket as he pulled his body off the ground with the help of a street lamp, his steps were staggered as he moved across the street and found a bench to rest on. his phone was turned on and he squinted to the sight of the bright screen which instated his gag reflex and the male turned around to empty just apart of the beer that was in his system. he wiped at his mouth, and stood up, stumbling down the sidewalk once more until he found that he was too tired to do anything but sit. a path of grass could be seen infront of him and giving a glance around, with a shrug of his shoulders, the male fell to the ground with his cellphone in his hand and felt his eyes growing heavy. he was not sure how long he was laying there for before a voice caused his eyes to slowly open. the sky was still dark but he felt as though he had been hit by a truck as he slowly began to turn over onto his side and glanced at a person standing above him. he felt sick again, he could feel the bile rising in his throat once more but he swallowed it back and mumbled out, ”who the fuck are you?”[/b] he asked, using very little of his dampened strength to peer at the person, using his hand as a visor but noting that his knuckles were black and blue. he knew he had other injuries as his eye was swollen shut and his lip was busted, he felt his ribs stinging and was sure that they were bruised but that was not his concern. he wanted to know what had happened and where he was and it seemed that the person that towered above his drunken, exhausted body could be the key to getting those answers. ”..where am…i?”[/b] he asked, his eyes wondering around because he found that too much head movement would cause him to become dizzy and the last thing that dylan wanted to think about was throwing up again.



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[FELONEE LEGENDRE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Felonee slowly sauntered her way down the cobblestone like sidewalk. Her golden hair blew back in the slight breeze of the night. It was cool, and she felt chill bumps gently rising up on her skin as she walked, her heels clicking being the only sound she heard. It was late, and she wasn't quite sure where she was going at this point; all she knew was she didn't want to be home. It was about this time when lonely would strike her, and off she would set, to find the one who could cure this for her. Maybe it was only for one night, maybe it lasted for a couple nights, all she cared about was forgetting how lonely and lost she truly was. She just needed to forget. Speaking of forgetting, Felonee glanced up hearing muffled sounds of music. A bar. This was always the perfect place to go to find someone to spend her night with. The girl sure as hell wasn't use to being alone. It was true, it was not often the golden haired beauty was alone. Normally, she had the company of one or more men, and she never minded that. She enjoyed the company, and because she had never truly got along with women, it was always men who she considered her friends. She figured that most girls didn't truly care for her because she was always friends with their men, but she didn't think that was a reason for them to hate her. Well, not a very good reason anyways. Their real reason was probably better to be said to be because of that fact she wasn't truly one to care if a man was taken or not, if she wanted them, she had her ways of getting them, and more of the time she was successful in her attempts. This was a better reason for them to hate her. Felonee just had never been the girl for relationships. Well, she had been in a couple relationships that had lasted more than a few days, but it always ended in infidelity. She knew then that men were not capable of being faithful. She thought of a man as nothing but a quick, and easy lay. She used it as kind of a game. She enjoyed getting men to fall in love with her, leading them on, and then leaving them heart broken. Maybe this was heartless, but so many had done the same thing to her. She was picky about the guys she did it to, though. She tended to choose the arrogant, cocky, womanizer type men that loved to use women. Those were the kind of guys she targeted. So maybe she was a black widow in disguise, either way it was who she was, and it was what she did, and she enjoyed it. Felonee has devoted much of her time to men, it just seemed that they could not be faithful, nor were they capable of love. She had found that if she acted like a bitch, men just seemed to fall at her feet. This was her tactic. It never took long, a couple of romps in the sack and they seemed to be hooked on phonics. That was when she cut the chord. She loved getting the pleading texts messages, and the phone calls of nothing but grief. She had been in their spot so many times before, and now it was nice to have the upper hand. Maybe it was wrong that she did this, and maybe it could be said she shouldn't be taking out her past on every man that walked in her path, but Felonee didn't really give two shits about it. She had fun doing it, and she knew that if she didn't do it to them, it would only be a matter of time before they did it to her. Felonee swigged down the last few drops of poison before ordering another which was promptly made for her. For some, two tall glasses of Crown straight would be one drink too many, but not for Fel. She could handle the hard liquor unlike most. She enjoyed the warming burn as it slid across her tongue and down her throat, plus crown royal sex was amazing sex. She would know. She felt his slight blouse rising up a tad on her hip, showing off her tanned skin that seemed to glow. She didn't both fixing it though, it wasn't like the sheer material hid hardly anything. She knew she looked a little bit professional to be at a bar, but she didn't truly care. She had never been one to care about what people thought of her clothes, or her for that matter. She was the type of girl who was only her, and no one else. If you didn't like it, she would probably suggest you go get fucked. Well, now just to wait for something interesting to arise. It wasn't long before a fight broke out in the bar, the bouncer quickly breaking it up before dragging one, quite good looking drunk from where he had once been laying to outside. She had sat a few more minutes, perched up on the stool before she decided her best bet was to go after the one they had taken. It hadn't taken the young, witty girl long to find him. He was sprawled in a patch of lush green grass, holding his cell phone in one hand, looking as though he was going to throw up once more. "Are you okay?" Felonee's sweet voice rang out into the night towards the man who still laid on the ground. who the fuck are you she heard him answer back to her and she smiled slightly as if to assure him everything was okay. "My name is Felonee, and you, sir, are in the park on ground." she laughed slightly as she crouched down so he could better see her. The light from the street light glistening off her tanned legs as she smiled at him again. "Do you need some help up?" she asked him sweetly, holding back a slight giggle. Oh, where would this lead. notes l sorry I know it's rushed at the end =/ this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !