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Post by haldir on Oct 7, 2012 15:59:53 GMT -5
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He had awaken in a strange home, hung over and naked. That wasn't very uncommon for him to do, but as he opened his eyes, and entered the conscious world for another day, he couldn't help but feel like it was going to be crap. He rolled over onto his side and looked at the girl he had spent the night with. She was a pretty little thing, but looked young. A little too young. He rolled back onto his back and put a hand to his forehead. Great. Did he just spend the night with a minor? He hoped not. Quickly, Haldir got out of bed and dressed himself, hoping to Go that the girl didn't wake up. She didn't. Luckily he was able to escape the home undetected. He didn't know whether she lived the by herself or her parents, or who knows who. He just had to get out.
Checking his pockets for his keys, Haldir made his way to his '67 Plymouth, which to his surprise was parked in the driveway. He instantly wondered whether he had driven it here, or he let her drive it. He couldn't remember. He just hoped he hadn't driven it. He knew that he could be stupid when he was drunk, but he never figured that he would be that stupid. He knew better than that. After finding his keys, he jumped into the vintage car and turned over the engine. He winced as the loud rumble hit his ears, causing his head to pound even more than it already did. He didn't quite know why he drove such a loud car. He had brought it with him from New Zealand, so the drivers side was on the right rather than the left, and made it a little difficult for him driving on American roads, but having been here a couple months he had learned how to manoeuvre properly.
The rest of the morning, Haldir spend driving the roads of Myrtle Beach, the top of his convertible down and the wind blew through his dark hair, helping his hangover. Finally he stopped at the beach. He didn't know why, nor did he know how it had brought him to such a place, but some how he had ended up he and decided to stop and smell the salty air. He sat in the car, and looking up at the drear sky. Okay, so his day really hadn't been as reflected of the sky as he had first thought, but honestly that didn't really matter now. He felt mostly hangover free, and though he craved a strong shot of jack he didn't start back down the road to the nearest bar. Instead he sat back and watched the storm clouds roll over the South Carolina skies, turning the clear light blue sky to a dark grey, waiting for the rain to come. If it came at all. |
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Post by solara aitken on Oct 8, 2012 17:30:27 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU to enjoy days off, you usually needed to have something you could do on them. this was where sully most often ran into issues. she was always happy to take extra shifts from her co-workers when needed, but there were days when no one wanted their day off and she wasn't scheduled to work... days when she had no reason to go in to work and earn the money that would hopefully someday put her through university. on those days... well, she didn't really know what to do. sit in her motel room all day, watching television? she hated being cooped up indoors, most of all in the cheap motel rooms that she resided in, rooms that had likely seen countless prostitute 'meetings' and shady deals.
so, despite the miserable weather that waited for her beyond her 'home', sully gathered her tattered leather notebook from the end table beside her bed, grabbed a pen, her rarely-used cell phone, and set out carrying nothing but the three items. of course she didn't have a car... the location of the motels she stayed in, and the apartment she was hoping on buying soon, were close enough to major shopping centers and all businesses of interest to her that she could walk everywhere as longas she gave herself enough time, and if all failed she could spend a bit of money on a taxi once in a while. it was more reasonable to her than buying her own vehicle when she didn't have a huge social life to drive anywhere regularly, especially when she was trying to save her money to push herself to go places in life. in her opinion the exercise she got by walking everywhere helped keep her healthy, too, and healthy fitness was a rare thing in the world it seemed.
she didn't much have a direction as she walked, turning corners on a whim, until she realized that she was near the beach, which happened to be one of her favourite locations in the city. true, it was her favourite location on sunnier days, but the cool weather of the day meant less crowds, which meant more peace, so what did a lack of sunlight matter in the long run? fifteen minutes later the beach was in sight, predictably nearly deserted with a few stragglers here or there checking out the water and the stormy sky hovering over the growing waves.
the nineteen year old sat down on the edge of the sand near the street, folding her legs underneath her as she opened the notebook that she always carried around with her. not only were the pages excellent for communication with others who didn't know sign language, it was also extremely useful to organize her thoughts and keep herself entertained. she had always had a lot of creativity within her, even as a child she could remember enough of her happy life when her parents were alive to know that. the songs she used to belt out at the grocery store had been her own childish creations, and as she'd grown those immature lyrics had developed into mature, organized stories with plots that she would write out in the safety of her own rooms at foster homes. now writing fiction, though she'd never imagine to create a career out of it, was a good way for her to vent her frustrations and occupy her time on days off. she bent over the pages, pen in hand, and began to write, quickly losing track of time in the story her mind weaved.
it could have been two minutes later, it could have been twenty when the first drop of rain fell upon the page right above where her pen was poised. the notebook was quickly snapped shut as sully directed her eyes to the sky, promptly getting another droplet right in the eye, others soon to follow hitting her blonde hair as the skies began to open up on the shelterless girl. she scrambled to her feet, trying to shelter her notebook within the leather jacket she'd bought second-hand just a week ago. the rain that had started as a few drops was quickly escalating as she turned to the buildings on the other side of the street from the beach, wondering if she could get to one of those stores for shelter before she got soaked to the bone.
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Post by haldir on Oct 9, 2012 13:52:44 GMT -5
[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Haldir rested the back of bid head against his seat and stared straight up At the darkening sky. He was beginning to find that the day was getting increasingly better, although now that he thought about it, the start hadn't been so bad after all. Sure, he had woken up not remembering the night before, or even the age of the girl he'd slept with, if he'd ever learned her age at all, but he was more careful than that. He may not care ever, but that didn't mean he didn't care about not getting arrested for something stupid like statutory rape. No. He may be a whore, and kind of a dick, but he was definitely better and smarter than that. Plus, of she was a minor, at least he got away before she woke, or else that would have been really awkward, to say the least.
When it had started to rain, he hadn't felt it coming. He had heard the sound of the droplets falling onto his leather seats, but it wasn't until one hit his face that he had realized what was going on and scrambled to put up the roof of his car. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He knew that the rain would be coming any minute, but for some reason it hadn't really registered in his mind until he had felt the rain on his skin. He cursed to himself, pushing the button as hard and fast as he could so that the interior of his car didn't get any more wet than it already had. Honestly, he didn't really care much if he got wet. He could dry without any real damage done to him. His long hair was still a mess from the night before, and he probably smelled heavily of whiskey and sex, but it didn't bother him. If he had a perfume or a cologne made under his name, that's what it would probably smell like. That was his entire life now a days, and he didn't much care if it changed. Then again, he didn't care for much of anything anyway, why should he care for change? It was something that was constantly happening, even if one didn't see it.
After finally getting the roof secured, Haldir looked out at the rain as it started to pour. He sat back once more, staring out of the windshield, just watching life pass him by. For once in a long time, he felt at peace and he didn't need to be drunk to do it. Although, he did prefer when the alcohol was flowing freely through his blood and the world passed before him in a mind numbing blur. Through the rain, he spotted a girl. A pretty little blond, clad very sensibly for the cool weather, but not the rain. She looked somewhat panicked, and though Haldir would normally leave her to drown in the rain, something forced him to roll down his window. He stuck his head out of his driver side and shouted towards the girl. "Hey, love, get in here before you get soaked!" He had said. He slipped back inside, and rolled the window back, but not all the way. Just enough to keep the rain out. |
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Post by solara aitken on Oct 10, 2012 0:59:06 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU were she a bit smarter, able to think a bit more logically, sully would have stayed indoors. hatred of scummy motel rooms or not, the sky had promised to deliver rain and it had delivered in one big bucket falling from the sky. there was no urgent need for her to venture out from the safety of her private room, just a desire to wander and to be out int he open where she was most comfortable.... but what if the rain soaked through her jacket to her notebook? the tattered possession had been hers for over a year, soon to join its predecessors in her suitcase, carried around with her at all times as a vault of her thoughts. there were months worth of her emotions, her creativity, her worries spilled out on its pages and she would hate to lose that record of some of the more difficult days of her life just because she didn't want to be cooped up indoors for one day.
if sully were capable of verbally swearing as she noted the rather lengthy distance from her present location to the nearest storefront she certainly would be. being mute did by no means automatically translate into being a saint for the young girl, but of course her swears were kept internal as she began to move towards her targeted shelter, which appeared to be a pharmacy of some sort. it benefited her that, though she was tight on money, she didn't look the part in stereotypical tattered clothing because she knew where to shop to get good looking clothing, even if the material itself might not be the best, for low prices. if she looked the truth of her financial situation she probably wouldn't even bother with the pharmacy, expecting to be turned away the moment she stepped through the door and out of the rain.
she'd only taken a few steps towards the street when a voice hollared at her through the increasing noise of the rain hitting the earth around her. sully's eyes focused on the guy in the car, not quite able to make out the details of his features, but hesitated a moment before accepting his offer. she wasn't an idiot. not everyone in the world was helpful... what sort of a situation might she be getting herself into, hopping into a random guy's vehicle? but her hair was already hanging down stringy against her jacket from the rain, and the car was only a few metres away... besides, she wasn't twelve anymore, she could defend herself better... and so the hesitation ended with sully hurrying around the front of the car, pulling the door open for the shortest amount of time that it took for her to take her seat inside. blocking the rain outside as she pulled her notebook from its shelter within her jacket for a moment, making sure it wasn't seriously damaged (thankfully it wasn't).
oh. great. she hadn't thought that through... now would be when the logical person would smile and thank the other for giving them shelter from the rain... but saying thank you was a bit hard when you were a mute, and not everyone understood sign language (the world would be far easier if they did). the blonde glanced at the guy in the backwards driver seat, not really taking in any of his features in that quick glance, and then back to the notebook on her lap. she opened it to the back pages, filled with random scribbles of conversations she'd recently had with other people, and flipped to a relatively clear page as she fished her pen out of a pocket. "thank you so much," she wrote out on the page. "it's miserable out there." necessity, by communicating with people like this on a regular basis, had made her a fast writer, so a moment later she was showing him the page, a small smile on her lips. she really hoped he wasn't one of the idiots who'd treat her like an autistic child just because she didn't speak.
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Post by haldir on Oct 10, 2012 17:57:49 GMT -5
[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]He listed to the rain as it hit his car. The sound was actually quite relaxing, and he enjoyed listening to it. He let his body relax as he waited for the girl to get in, resting his head back against the head rest, closing his eyes and stretching out as far as the old car would let him. He was a big guy, and although he was used to small places, as many weren't exactly built for guys like him, something about being stuck in his car while the rain poured down bothered him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but as he pondered, he focused on the rain outside, listening as every drop fell down upon the hood, the windshield, the roof. Under each ping and clink of the rain, Haldir heard the wind whistle through the crack he'd left in the window. He let a small smile creep up onto his lips, feeling his body relax further and further. He was slightly afraid he would fall asleep, waiting and opened his eyes just as the girl entered his car. He straightened up, and finished rolling up the window. He shifted in his seat and took advantage of the situation, grabbing a better look at the stranger he was taking in from the wind. She was definitely cute, he would give her that. The short, platinum hair, heavy with the rain, the raccoon eyes, somehow still intact. He couldn't quite make out the colour, but he knew that if he looked hard enough he would be able to finally find out, but he wasn't going to. He didn't find it all that important. He liked the entire look that this girl tried to convey. It screamed some sort of eighties rock while still being modern, but it also said "I don't give a fuck" and upon closer observation, Haldir knew that this was the reason he had asked her. Not only from the "kindness" in his "heart", but he saw something in her that intrigued him and he wanted to learn more about her, and if he was lucky enough he would get lucky in the back of his vintage Plymouth.
Haldir watched the girl, but didn't speak. He was waiting for her to make the first move. He watched as she shuffled around with her notebook and began to write, he lifted an eye row, watching, only watching, she was definitely interesting, he confirmed to himself, glancing over the page she held up to him. H licked his lips and returned the smile briefly. He continued to look at her and rested the side of his head against the seat. "It is quite miserable out there." He finally said in reply. Honestly, he didn't much care whether or not she spoke. He, like all dick headed guys, seemed to prefer that girls didn't speak. Communication was nice, he agreed with that one, but all of the words that seemed to spill out of a woman's mouth was all the same bullshit, or so he thought. Haldir re-read the first line she'd written for him and shrugged. "It's no problem, sweetheart. Name's Haldir, and you are?" |
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Post by solara aitken on Oct 14, 2012 12:08:48 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU a moment passed. two moments. three and though the silence wasn't exactly comfortable for the short time it occurred, it allowed sully to relax. silence meant there were no questions, no persistant teasing of how she wasn't very talkative, or any of the usual irritating and insulting comments some idiots made when se began to communicate through writing. you never knew how people were going to react... human beings, as a rule, did not like things that were different than them. different was not normal, therefore different was weird and, in some cases, alarming. true, jumping into a random guy's car just because of some rain was an impulse decision and perhaps not the smartest one for her to have made, but at least it wasn't turning out that she was in a vehicle with a complete ass... so far.
"It is quite miserable out there." finally the silence was broken, and not with a demeaning comment or anything of the sort. sully allowed herself to smile, nodding her head as she put pen to paper again. "i should have stayed indoors when i saw the clouds, could have avoided this situation." she'd had faith that it wouldn't storm, though. the clouds hadn't looked quite as miserable as they're turned out to be from her motel room window. faith had just failed her this time around.
"It's no problem, sweetheart. Name's Haldir, and you are?" she noticed the pet name, something that he was fond of it she had heard his call through the rain correctly when he had summoned her into the car. she didn't mind, really. everyone had their little quirks, she knew that as well as anyone else. as for his name, haldir... definitely and interesting name, one that she hadn't really heard of before. not that she should talk. there wasn't exactly a solara in every class at school. what had possessed her parents to name her such a thing she did not know, and she would never be able to find out. just one of the many downsides of being an orphan.
"solara," she wrote upon the page, angling the notebook so that everything she wrote should be visible to him without her having to hold it up. "i like to go by sully, though. solara's too formal... and people mess up the pronunciation too often." after all, it was hard to show people the correct pronunciation when you yourself hadn't been able to speak your own name since you were twelve. the written words were accompanied by another smile. it was hard to show humor in writing... tone had a lot to do with communication, but solara tried to manage by smiles and other physical clues.
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Post by haldir on Oct 15, 2012 17:17:29 GMT -5
[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Haldir found the girl quite interesting. The way that she wrote so quickly, so easily, and so neatly all at once caught his eye just as much as her look had. He wondered who this girl was. What was her story, and could he learn it that afternoon as he sheltered her from the rain outside. Absently as he watched her, he began chewing on the inside of his cheek. I was something he could do, something to ease his physical cravings. There wasn't much room in the car, so he couldn't exactly stretch out fidget too much. It didn't quite help that he was larger than the average man, so everything for him was much smaller, not that it bothered him anymore. When he was in high school, when he wasn't getting any girl he wanted, he would be made fun of by the guys around him. He ignored them of course, brushing it off as jealously, but secretly the teasing and the names hurt. He couldn't help being so tall. It was all genetics. If he could control genetics he wouldn't be a giant. He probably would have been just above average. Not completely out of the norm.
Letting go of his cheek, he glanced down at the page as "Sully", as he had just learned, finished writing what she wanted to say to him. He looked into her blue eyes, a small smile adorning his features. It was a little foreign for him to smile, rare even. He'd rather not show such emotions in such a way, but sometimes he couldn't quite help it. With each written word in the old notebook, he was finding her cuter and cuter. He nodded. He understood what that was like. Haldir was such an extraordinary name that people who hadn't read the famous Lord of the Rings trilogy in which is name was derived, found it difficult to pronounce. It was simple really, two syllables, pronounced just as they were written, but he found that people could be quite stupid, and practically gave up. He didn't quite care any longer, so he stated his name a little slower than once might actually say their name when introducing themselves.
He picked his head up from off the headrest and leaned forward, towards Sully. It seemed almost sudden as he had been gazing into her eyes, but he no longer wanted to sleep with her. Not like the way he usually wanted to sleep with girls. He didn't want it to be quick and impersonal, in the back of a car. No. He wanted it to be slower, maybe even take the entire relationship slower. He believed he saw something in her eyes that changed his mind, but pushed those thoughts away. That wasn't right. He couldn't have. Could he? He leaned in a little closer, and reached out, pushing a few strands of hair away from her eyes. He smiled a little wider. "You have beautiful eyes, Sully. You shouldn't hide them." He said to her. Well, this wasn't creepy at all. He pulled away from her. If he really wanted to take it slow, he needed to act like he was flirting with her solely for the purpose of sleeping with her, although he couldn't quite help himself. It was the only way he knew how to flirt with a girl. He looked down, chuckling to himself, then looked back at Sully and licked his lips again, and resting his head back against the head rest. "You're absolutely gorgeous, love." he whispered. |
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Post by solara aitken on Nov 10, 2012 15:57:58 GMT -5
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[/div] AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU her psychiatrist had asked her, on their first meeting, to write down one word about herself that she felt described herself, one main word that she would like to change. after going home, writing a list of nearly fifty words, she'd returned a paper with a single word at the top, centered on the page, perfectly handwritten: damaged. it described a lot of her, and she wasn't deluded enough to think that it didn't. the word described so many of her issues, made her undesirable, unworthy of anything and everything that a normal girl of her age might have. the single word, and the fact that solara felt it best described her, said a lot about her personality and the issues she might have, issues that she wanted to eliminate so that she could at least pretend to be normal.
being this close to another person in a confined space was not normal for the girl. she preferred to be that person sitting on the public bus at the very back, in a seat all alone from other people and therefore any chance of contact, but beggars could not be choosers. haldir seemed sweet so far, a gentle giant in away she might compare him to, but five minutes of being in a car with someone did not mean you really knew their character. it wasn't enough time to make any judgement of them at all, really. at the very least, though, she could say that she was content around him. maybe not overly comfortable in a strange vehicle with a strange man, but not wanting to jump out of the vehicle.
that was, until he leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and brushed her hair away from her face. every muscle in the girl's body tensed, eyes widening. no one touched her, ever, in any way. she didn't allow it, she stayed away from any contact, especially from men. holly was the only person she was ever comfortable around with physical contact because the girl had practically been her bigger sister, but anyone else? no. touch was not a source of comfort for her, something that endeared others to her. it was a torture that lurked in her nightmares, brought flashbacks of dark nights, muffled cries and the monster 'father' that completely destroyed her.
she pressed herself against the passenger door, completely still, trying to remind herself that he meant no harm. that he was just... flirting? normal people flirted all the time. he wasn't aware that she didn't exactly fit into that category. any words he spoke, however, weren't really absorbed by her. she was aware of them and their meaning, but their intent wasn't absorbed into her brain. it meant nothing because it was meaningless flirting, and sully had never thought of herself as a beautiful girl in any way. she reached down to her feet, where her notebook and pen had fallen when she was frozen, picked them up, and switching to a random page hastily scrolled: "please don't. i don't i mean, thank you, but i... i like my personal bubble." that was a very, very casual way of saying 'i'm cripplingly terrified of being touched', and probably a weak explanation based off of her reaction, but she didn't feel like going into detail with a random guy.
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Post by haldir on Nov 13, 2012 19:56:27 GMT -5
[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Her reaction had not been one he had been expecting. Then again, he didn't really know what kind of reaction he was expecting from her. He was just a stranger in her eyes, a man who was kind enough to shelter her from the rain that surrounded them, drenching everything around them, making life outside uncomfortable; at least until it cleared and everything dried up, but that wasn't the point. The point was, she was surprised by his actions, and he wasn't quite prepared for it. He wanted to apologize to her for being so forward, but he couldn't quite find the words to express how he was feeling, because he didn't quite know himself. He saw this young girl sitting across from him, seemingly frightened by his simple touch, and maybe even his words. What could he say other than "sorry"? How could he explain that he was a bold man who didn't really think twice about his actions until it was too late? He couldn't. Sure, he could try, but would the effort be worth it? Would she forgive him? He didn't know, although it didn't hurt much to try.
Haldir looked down at the leather upholstery of the car and reached down to play with a loose thread in the seam. "I'm sorry about that, Sully." He said. Just as he was about to meet her eyes, he caught the words on the paper in front of him. He read them quickly, noting the two words she had crossed out: "I don't...". She didn't what? Like to be touched? Know him? Both seemed to be givens, but he nodded in acknowledgement anyway. He understood, sort of. He had no idea her story, where she came from, the life she had lived, nor did she know his life, but he wanted to know; he wanted to know everything, and if she wanted to know about him, he would tell her; it was only fair.
He looked out the window at the rain, watching the droplets hit the windshield. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, turning back to face the girl in the seat next to him. He couldn't get over how lovely this girl looked, and all he wanted to do was look at her forever, to hold her, kiss her, but he would have to live with just one for now. He was disappointed in that fact, but he knew that if he tried hard enough to get close to her, he would be able to do the things he wanted to do; he'd be able to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her and he hoped thatu eventually, no matter how long it took, he would be able to make love to her; even if it was just his usual fashion of a one night stand, but at that moment he hoped that it wouldn't end up like that. He needed more from her than just a one nighter. His mind seemed to cring at the thought, but his heart picked up at maybe forming a relationship with her; the romantic kind; the kind that his brother had with his fiancée. He wanted that with Sully, even though he had just met her. He found something special in her, something that he craved. He didn't know it yet, but in the back of his mind he wanted to find out what caused her to be so damaged, so fearful of others, and he wanted to fix her.
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