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Post by Ardy on Aug 4, 2010 0:54:24 GMT -5
My entire life, or so I thought, was over-thought; of course, it being all my fault. No matter what it came to, one thing or another, I always had to come up with some crazy excuse or answer that would fit in. As a kid, dad always had joked about me becoming a scientist and being the one that would figure out the actual story behind evolution or some such thing. Any more, my dad knew well enough not to joke about such things, because if I were to somehow end up a scientist and become famous or something, nothing good would come of it. I'd either be submitted to an insane asylum or ran out of town, or that's what I thought at least.There I was, thinking strangely again. I blamed my crazy, over reactive relatives, but I suppose I did have a few reasons because of past occurrences. Like most people, I had a few skeletons hiding in the closet, but they weren't vital information for everyone to know.A knot tied itself involuntarily in my stomach.It really had been utterly stupid and rude of me to ask/ accuse Quinn and bring up something probably similar to that. From what I was going to eat for breakfast to where I was going in life, every decision was made insanely difficult and it was all done right ridiculous. My life was a joke and it was my fault. A deep exhale passed into the air, the equine hesitating for a moment in response. " Come on..." I murmured, sliding down from the saddle and turning her back towards home. My mind was in a fog as the mare followed along behind me at a lazy walk, glancing around with her usual curiosity. I walked with more energy than her, yet did not tug her along after me.Out of no where, she halted and wouldn't move, balking like a stubborn mule. " Come on, Bindy. There's no reason for this." I muttered, slightly irritated at her actions.At last, I heard the footsteps which must have been her excuse. A simple jogger was making her go sour, I needed to work with the horse more, that was definitely something that needed to be done or she needed to be sold, which I was actually considering. I hated to sell her, but money was sort of tight, and time could be as well. Hand stroked along the mare's neck as I coaxed her off the trail in order for the runner to pass through.But as the man passed through, I once more recognized the face from a few other unexpected meetings.My expression faded for a moment, gaze averted elsewhere, a sigh was exhaled. A small cough straightened vocals before simply saying. " I'm sorry." I didn't expect for Quinn to stop or even acknowledge me, there really wasn't a reason to. Why was I apologizing? I had a few reasons behind it, if he knew them or not, or cared to know them was his own opinion. The equine sighed as she stood besides me, uninterested now that she realized the noise was from another human. Right arm was held across my torso, gripping my left arm awkwardly as I waited in silence for Quinn to continue on.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 4, 2010 1:44:04 GMT -5
The music was much too loud as the beat seemed to become drilled into the mans brain, though it fought out whatever else was located there which was a nice thought. A small smile despite all that had happened found its way to his face, if simple words that had been uttered to the girl scared her off that easy then he decided her friendship was not worth it, though he did not blame her since he would not want to be friends with someone as dangerous as himself so no hard feelings were felt for the manner in which she had left the night before. Though the night was still clear in his mind. Strides engage carrying body quicker now, pushing past the point of comfort, breathing accelerated to fuel the muscles and other tissues within his body to provide the much needed oxygen. He hoped that she would return to the cafe to get her laptop that she had forgotten. Feeling bad that he had flustered her enough that she ended up leaving her things at the table. He did not expect to see someone else on the trail since that was the entire reason he had chosen the dirt road. Sneakers kicked up dust and caused the small granules to rise and make him need a shower even more then he already did before. By now the shirt clung to well muscles back and chest with the light layer of sweat that beaded over the mans torso. The Underarmour shirt clung to him though did not show the sweat since it was designed for the workout. Light shorts swing easily with his movement ending just over his knees. Slowing to a walk he rounded a corner and came face to face with a girl walking her horse. Eyes widened when he realized it was one of the last people that he expected to run into. Sorry for what? He questioned with a raise of a singular brow. He paused for a moment quite aways away from the girl and shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled one headphone from his ear so that he would be able to hear her response though he was sure that it would not be too much of an explaination. Don't worry about it. I don't blame you. I am not good company. He stated gently before continuing. You left your laptop, its at the cafe. I gave it to the manager. Well it was nice seeing you. I am sure I will see you around. He did wait politely for her response though but he would not allow himself to bother her.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 6, 2010 0:01:25 GMT -5
The look on the man's face as he recognized the girl was very similar to that of a deer's when the headlights of a car are coming straight at it. A small muffled laugh nearly crept out into the air but was kept under control by Arden, not wanting to be rude of course. It was rather awkward how the two seem to keep running into each other constantly, especially because the town wasn't really that small. A halfhearted shrug came from one shoulder, head tilting to the side a few degrees as Quinn asked for the reason of her apology. " Running into you constantly, as well as leaving in a rush last night. It was really....over dramatic." Opposite shoulder rose and fell as well, an incompetent gesture. Expression that remained on her facade was sort of blank, more so lost as he explained that it was nothing to worry about. And it was now that realization seemed to hit. Gang members weren't friendly people, nor were they ones to tick off. Why hadn't she managed to do so to this male with all her annoying, unexpected run-ins? Not that it was a bad thing. He just honestly didn't seem like a stereotypical gangster. Reality was that she could probably get herself killed, but she wasn't thinking to that extreme. In fact, she was only half realizing the dangers that came from hanging around certain people. She was going to keep her guard though. This seemed like an odd situation, but maybe it was just a chain of coincidences. " Oh thanks...I was pretty frazzled yesterday..." The way I'd acted really hadn't had much to do with Quinn, a lack of sleep actually.The reply was simple, but the girl snapped back and smiled appreciatively. " Thanks, I appreciate it." She repeated herself, with more confidence and liveliness. A gentle laugh flowed out into the air, lingering for a few quick seconds. " I think there's a slight chance." Teasing sarcasm trailed along with the words, trying to end the small conversation on a good note. The equine was lead forward, now walking at a quicker pace towards where it considered 'home' to be. The clock declared that it was only a quarter after one by the time the girl unsaddled Bindy and returned to her car. There was plenty of day light left, and plenty time to enjoy herself.The route was taken once more to her apartment, stopping in order to change into a pair of shorts and to grab her canine companion. Chloe eagerly dragged her towards the car, excited to get out and go somewhere. As they arrived at the beach, Chloe ran out and started doing laps around the car, following after her owner in response to the familiar whistle. A comfortable spot was found near the shore, the gentle lapping of waves giving a calming sensation to the overall area. A piece of driftwood was thrown to entertain the corgi, who went bounding into the water after it. The last two days had been nice and easy, only for work to return to usual tomorrow, but breaks were always a nice thing. Arms interlocked around her knees as the girl sat up, supervising the dog to make sure she didn't attempt to run off. Gaze flickered around the area, which was surprisingly empty on a warm day; strange, but then again, what didn't seem strange to me anymore?
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 6, 2010 0:35:33 GMT -5
It seemed so awkward between the two of them considering the amount of time that they had seemed to spend together in the last few days with all the mysterious run ins that she might not think of to be coincidences but were purely random. He did not relish the thought of running into her again simply because she did not need to be associated with someone like him. It was in her best interest to simply blow him off and never talk to him again even if they ended up running into eachother again since he was sure that it would happen since it seemed as though they were on a similiar clashing path that would end in ultimate doom in the end. A small sigh passed through his lips as a palm was raised in a good bye before he then went back to his jogging though now his mind was on other things and the movements were only half hearted. Soon though he had lost all interest and focus and turned the other way and headed back to his house, the workout mood had been lost and the day was starting to get humid and hot. He did not do too well in the heat. The shower he stepped into was cold and refreshing and soothing to the muscles that felt as though they had been over exerted even though he was fit it was simply due to the injuries that were slowly starting to heal and stiffen. After the shower he ran a towel through his hair and placed a pair of shorts on as well as loose Nike t-shirt deciding that a swim would be nice, defeating the purpose of a shower though. By now the sun had sunk along the horizon and it was not quite as hot as it had been before. The beach was almost abandoned since it seemed to be in the transition time where the people that had been there all day had left to go home and the night life had not yet come to make a bonfire. Discarding his shirt and pants he was left in just a pair of swimming shorts, and he left them by the bench before an eager dive was taken off the side of a rock that he knew lead into deeper waters and his mind was at ease while strokes carry him out into the deepness of the ocean. He did laps until finally his muscles grew weary. There was someone else on the beach now and he hated that he was going to have to cross their path to get to his shirt and clothing. Tones abdomen was exposed as he cleared the water and stepped onto the beach noticing that it was Arden and her dog and eyes were rolled. And of course we meet again. An awkward hand was run through darkened locks.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 6, 2010 1:35:56 GMT -5
The driftwood was thrown constantly for the dog, every five minutes she came running back to shore without a hitch.The girl was more tired from throwing the stick than the dog was from running to fetch it. Finally, the canine came in and collapsed on the beach." Crazy little dog." Teasing lyrics were murmured as the dog's exhaustion was clear. A hand stroked over the wet fur, the smell of wet dog apparent in the air. Legs were unfolded and Arden walked towards the ocean, letting the water run over her feet for a few moments before returning to the shore and sitting there once more. The sunset was admired in silent aw, attention distracted as another figure appeared. Chloe instantly jumped to her feet, all twenty-five pounds of her on full alert. She was easily restrained, but continued to growl as the man walked forwards." Shh...he wont hurt anyone." Oh the irony of those words most likely or so based on how Quinn seemed to view himself. He acted as though no one could trust him, like he was some sort of animal. A hand gently grabbed her muzzle, silencing the dog but still holding her back. " Of course..." Awkward moments had been much more frequent now that I had ran into Quinn so many times. Hands were thrown into the air dramatically, releasing Chloe's color without realizing it." I'm not a spy or anything, I swear." And it was then that the dog realized that there was no one restraining her. She bolted full bore at one of the man's legs, growling and throwing her weight at him, something she did when she was playing sometimes. Ashamed of her stupidity, the girl instantly jumped after her dog. " Chloe!" She gasped, the dog not responding at all, nipping at his ankles.The dog was completely ignoring the commands, too content with her victim. "Chloe, skit the kitty!" And with that, she raced towards the car and stared at the door, laying besides it and panting." I'm so so sorry." A single tear ran down her cheek, out of embarrassment and humiliation. Eyes avoided his gaze, sitting down once more and pressing her forehead against her knees." And you say you're the one who's bad company...Anyone within a ten foot radius of me is pretty much in danger of some sort." A deep breath was exhaled, finally looking up at him with a questioning look. " Honestly, Quinn you must not be very good at this whole gang thing if you haven't hurt me yet." The comment was amusing, but completely serious. It was obvious that with any other gangster, that injury would have occurred, or some sort of pain. And it wasn't like the man didn't have some sort of reason. " I'm not afraid of you, I think I'm more apt to hurt myself somehow." And that was the truth. The girl had always put herself in danger, always been the reason she got hurt. And now she started to believe she was cursed from her stupid birth date. She'd never been superstitious, until she really added things up.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 6, 2010 2:15:53 GMT -5
Of all the people to see at the beach of course he had to see the only one that he was positive never wanted to see him again. Why did they keep doing this and for how long were they going to fight it? There was only so much that a person could take before they finally would resign and give in that maybe the universes collided for a reason and this was fate saying, hey look you stupid idiots how many times do you have to stumble upon eachother before you realize that there is a reason that you are meeting. What this reason would be is unknown since he was not too good at being a friend since he had so many deep and dark secrets and never allowed himself to get too close to someone. He was too much of a danger to them, or that was what he just would convince himself of. A small sigh passed through his lips as arms were crossed over his torso vaguely aware of the fact that he was half naked and the large tatoo on the back of his shoulder was visible from where she was standing. A new form of branding of course to ensure that the people involved would know for their entire lifetimes where you allegiences lay. Loyalty should not have to be forced. He stepped slightly closer to the girl as she spoke. The dog did not seem too happy to see him and was growling and seeming as though it was going to eat him from the ankle down, he was glad that she had grabbed the dog to restrain it though when she told him that she was not a spy she managed to allow the dog to run free and of course it took advantage of the new found freedom and moved straight to him snapping and growling at him it was a little annoying though he did not really mind. Well it seemed the dog was a good tell of character he thought to himself almost murmering a small laugh. He did not allow the sound from his lips though since he would look and sound likea crazed mad man. She then uttered a command and instantly the dog stopped what it was doing and ran in the direction of her car. He was relieved and relaxed as little as he was standing. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as a brow was raised as she started talking. He nodded when she told him that she was the dangerous one he was not about to argue with her since it seemed to be that wat since something seemed to happen everytime he was around her. A small smile played on features though as eyes then met hers for a brief moment. I don't hurt innocent people that have nothing to do with the lifestyle I am not merciless. He stated perhaps a little more harsh then the words were intending though she had been the one that sounded as though she was acusing him of the unspeakable like she expected him to hurt her. Well I am flattered that you are not scared of me though that does not mean that I am good company to keep. He stated quietly taking a step closer to her so that they were nearly touching and reaching out a palm to touch her shoulder gently. Trust me. I am much too much hassle then I am worth.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 6, 2010 23:00:52 GMT -5
Their constant, unexpected run-ins were unnatural, but somewhere there was probably some meaning to them. If the either would ever decipher the meaning was a different story, now Arden just considered them to be freaky occurrences that came from out of no where. This was all so awkward and confusing for the girl, she knew she was into things that were over her head; things that no matter how hard she tried she probably wouldn't be able to figure out. The man stood before her, shirtless which she was well aware of. She was now quite thankful that she had decided to stick with a tank top and shorts instead of wearing a bathing suit the would have surely added to the perplexity of the current meeting.Gaze stared past him for a moment, out to the water and for the first time realizing the tattoo that was painted across his shoulder. Something to do with the gang most likely, or maybe it was a personal symbol of some sort. Surprisingly, he seemed rather unaffected by the dog's 'attack', which was a good thing as well. The smirk that came across his facade caused a puzzled look to over come her facial features for a moment until she understood that he was agreeing that she was dangerous as well. Blue voids blinked as he spoke, focus averting to the ground, the words making sense and the tone appropriate as well. How was one supposed to handle an accusation such as that? The venom of the words only stung slightly, but they were deserved. Irises looked back to the male once more as he spoke, nodding slowly. " Quinn, you're not a bad guy...I haven't had a single issue that's been your fault since I've met you." The quiet reply came steadily, a bit frustrated with how he kept claiming he was such a bad character.It was the people he got caught up with that were the problem.Her body stiffened slightly as his hand touched her shoulder, quickly relaxing. Arms were crossed over her torso in a stubborn manner, head tilting up to look at him. " How do you manage to have a social life with all of this...mess? You act as though you should be in solitary confinement." Surely he hadn't been completely alone since he'd join the gang. Every time the girl saw him, he didn't have a single friend with him. It was pretty obvious that he resented the fact that his allegiance was to a gang, he never showed his pride for it or even distinguished that he wasn't an ordinary person. No matter what the man said, the girl failed to see him as an antagonist or felon of any sort.For some bizarre reason she didn't feel the danger he spoke of. She barely worried about it for the most part, but that was probably just her own stupidity." If you want me to leave you alone, nothing to do with the gang, just tell me and I'll leave now and avoid you as best as I can. Don't lie in order to avoid the truth." Teeth clamped down on her lower lip, watching with an emotionless expression as she waited for his response; the silence between words seeming to drag on forever. Her attention never even wavered to watch the last bit of the sun vanish behind the horizon.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 8, 2010 23:14:52 GMT -5
A deep sigh was uttered and rattled through his ribcage as eyes then were shifted to meet hers, sure it was true that she had not had a single thing happen to her that were his fault though that was only because he would simply not allow it to happen, there was no way that he would allow someone else to get involved in what seemed to torture him everyday. The sun was starting to go down and with it the heat that was washing over him when he had been in the water was starting to diminish and he was starting to get a little on the chilled side. Since he knew that this conversation was going to be a little less brief then the last one he stepped closer to where he had left his pile of clothes and bent at the waist to pick up his shirt and throw his arms through the holes of the sleeves and pull it down over well toned torso. I would not allow anything to happen to you Arden, I would never forgive myself if you became caught in the cross fires, it is not your battle. I did not want to be a part of the gang and yet I got dragged in so I know what it feels like and I do not wish that on anyone. He was referring to everything including just getting known by the gang members since that could be just as dangerous as being a part of the gang. Most of the girlfriends from the people in the gang were sadly not around anymore, they were just too tempted and ended up cheating on the person that they were with with another member and either flead the country or were laying six feet under as we spoke. He did not think too much of the dog and was glad when it seemed to be interested in something else allowing him to step closer to Arden and sit at the bench in which she had been at before she had been disturbed by him. It was not that he did not like animals he was just not too much of a smaller dog person. He had owned a German Shepard back in Poland. Spine rested softly against the back of the bench as a relaxed position was taken, he felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders since he no longer had to hide a thing from the girl and it was a feeling that he would be able to get used to, if he allowed it. Well I do not have too much of a social life. Have you ever seen me with anyone else? Its not safe for them so I do not subject them to that. He stated softly. I really like being around you Arden trust me. Its hard for me to stay away. It is not an excuse, quite the opposite really, and now that you know the truth its your decision whether or not you want to spend time around me.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 9, 2010 1:01:42 GMT -5
Don't worry about me. The words were spoken quietly, mind whirling around with flashbacks from the past, him explaining that he couldn't forgive himself if he hurt her only added to the disorder of her thoughts. I can handle myself.I'll carry a taser if it'll make you feel better. That probably wasn't a reassuring idea to Quinn, Arden with a weapon would be more of a danger to herself and any innocent person near her. The scene playing in the girl's head made her close her eyes. Years passed back, she was walking home with her father, the street lights guiding them along the sidewalk as they walked home from a movie. Her mother disagreed with her dad's idea about going to the movie and walking home in the dark, but a deal had been made, involving an unbreakable pinky promise.Her hand clutched her father's as they walked, a group of people appearing from the shadows. Daddy... He quietly shushed her and drug her along, the group following from behind. Words came from the gang, taunting her father with words she was too little to understand then. Her dad was expressionless and kept hurrying her along, still blocks from home. A gun shot rang out, her father releasing her hand and falling to the asphalt. Daddy! Came the agonizing scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. A scarlet pool gathered on the sidewalk, blood draining from his wound and all she could hear was the laughter of the antagonists as they made their escape. Daddy....d-dad wake-up! She was on her knees, shaking his shoulders and calling to him in between sobs. Someone must have heard the shot as it was fired, the cops pulled up minutes later and the paramedic explained to me that my father was gone. The rest of it was a blur. The nightmares had been a constant reminder for the most part, rearing their ugly heads at random times to haunt her forever. The girl blinked back to reality as the man spoke, now sitting down. Her legs trembled slightly and she sat beside him, looking away to clear the tears that welled into her eyes. No... She replied, recalling every run-in once again. A smile found its way to her face, slowly forgetting the dreaded memory as he spoke. I like spending time around you... Lyrics trailed off, resting her head on his shoulder and glancing up at him hesitantly.She didn't understand any of this, she knew she should have hated him from the moment she found out he was a gang member, but she couldn't bring herself to do that. A soft sigh sounded out. When I was ten, my dad was killed by a gang...Mom and I moved outside of Seattle to a little rural town. And when I turned sixteen, my mom lost her job and we moved out here to stay with my aunt. I hoped to get away from any trace of gangs, but obviously that didn't happen. The words were blurted to him, not exactly sure why she was telling him this. But around you, I don't feel vulnerable or afraid. I don't think of what happened, which doesn't make sense to me. I feel safe. Everything was so backwards to her, but she was telling him the truth. I don't want you to leave, and I want to stay. Sapphire irises looked up at him, watching his face and waiting for a reply.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 9, 2010 1:55:08 GMT -5
So many lives had been scathed by the horrors of a gang, the unspeakable things that humans managed to do to one another made him sick to his stomach and yet in some of the cases he had been a part of it. Doomed by being birthed to the wrong family. A family that on the outside seemed to right but on the inside was so screwed up. His family never had to worry about money problems, which should have been the first clue to the male as a young teenager, he had never seen either of his parents work, so where was the money coming from? They were secretive and none of the children of their mother were allowed to venture out past dark. As a kid he had been told constant stories of the boogeyman to keep him indoors after the sun went down. It looked so ridiculous now especially when his friends would ask if he wanted to go to a movie and he would state that were they not scared of the boogeyman? How were they able to be out past the sunset? It was not fair why did the boogeyman target him? It was within the next couple years that things started to fill in and no longer did he realize that his parents would never lie to him, they were doing so on a daily basis and while they might be trying to keep him safe was it really keeping him safe if he did not have a clue what he was up against and the fact that he was doomed to this life from the day that he entered the world? Why did they even decide to have a child then, when he had brought this up he still was able to remember the sting of his mothers hand as it struck the back of his cheek challenging him for a witty remark. That had stunned him more then anything and yet it seemed to fuel the anger within, they did not talk for the next week to come, his pride was healing from the physical contact he had not been sure that she was capable of and she tread softly around him as if she was embarrassed that she had lost her temper. Needless to say he was not too sure what had gotten them back to talking again but they never spoke of the incident again. His attention was then turned back to the girl as she started to speak and instantly all the thoughts were pushed from his mind and his undivided attention was then turned to her. She stated no defiantly and that she liked to spend time with him and that brought a small smile to his face, one that was truly genuine in comparison to what he might have shown her before, there was no more hiding, there was no need for it. He almost flinched as he felt her head rest on his shoulder yet he did not move, the scent of the girls shampoo flitted on the light breeze that had started to rustle the foliage this evening. Though she was not finished talking and expression softened when a pained expression crossed her face and the smile that had once donned features turned to a concerned expression and small frown. The story in which she recalled was a tragic example of why he was going to get out of the gang as soon as he figured out how he would keep his life. Ivories clamp at the bottom of his lip when she finishes her story and he finds himself moving to hesitantly wrap his arms around her. I am so sorry Arden. He stated softly. When she told him that she wanted him to stay a deep ache started in his chest though he ignored it, knowing that even if he did stay and this turned into something there was no gaurenteeing that he would live through what they would put him through to get out of the gang. You have to promise me something though. You can not get too attached, there is no saying how long I am going to last.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 9, 2010 16:18:29 GMT -5
While they'd lived in Seattle, she'd never been out on the streets alone, but it was not odd to her, all the kids she knew were never allowed out by themselves either. And after that dreadful night, it all made perfect sense.Her hometown wasn't a safe place, even at home. Robberies came through the neighborhood on the occasion, but thankfully never struck her own house.The loss of her father had been hard on the family, as would any death. But since he was the only man in the house, it was worse. Her mother and her hadn't fought beforehand, but they were never really close. The blame had bounced back and forth between the two of them; her mother for allowing them to go to the movie and her for wanting to go that late. Of course, the two blamed themselves often, but in the end it was the heartless man that pulled the trigger. About a month after the funeral, a close family friend suggested a counselor for the girl and of course one came to visit the house once a week-twice on certain occasions- more than anything, the visits annoyed the girl, but her protests were always ignored.It was her grandmother, the one from her mother's side who put a kibosh on the idea, claiming that it made nothing better; which was true. Their small family was shaken and it had only gone down hill from there. Years later, the invitation from her aunt had been a gift from god, as her mother put it. Of course, Arden figured luck was a more realistic thing to think of. School transfer hadn't been such a horrid thing as everyone spoke of it as. She was used to adapting though and the Oregon coast wasn't much different from Seattle, scenery wise. It wasn't as crowded, either. Her mother claimed the thing that helped was the her settle was the horses, which was introduced by her aunt. Throughout high school, they kept her plenty busy, riding after school, on the weekends and on a few occasions to school. Moving had helped their life even out again and now everyone was getting along well. Life had moved on. The male didn't flinch as her head rested on his shoulder, but she assumed he wasn't used to such contact either. The smile that had once crossed his features disappeared as she told him of her past and now he looked pained as well. His arms found their way around her with a gradual effort, but the thought was much appreciated.The scent of his cologne drifted over her, adding to her comfort. It's not your fault. She said quietly, biting her lip to keep her emotions in order. The man spoke once again and she watched him, listening to his words with her full attention. He asked her to promise him something, which she would of agreed to anything until he finished speaking. A frown came across her facade, the words coming from his mouth worrying her. She couldn't fathom the thought of finding him dead or having the same fate as her father. He was speaking the truth, as much as she hated to hear it, but he was only trying to save her from hurting herself later on. He was warning her, trying to help her beforehand, if something were to happen. She couldn't get attached.For her, that was nearly impossible a lot of the time. It was one of her greatest faults. She knew if she promised as he had asked that there was a great possibility of it being broken. If she lied, guilt would kick in sooner or later. She had to compromise. Quinn, as much as I wish I could, I can't promise you that; nor will I lie just to make you content, but I promise I will try to not get too attached. That was the only thing she could bring herself to agree to, if it was alright with him was another thing. A quiet scuffling noise caught the girl's attention only to find that it was Chloe coming over to lay beneath the bench, her belief that the man was a danger seemed to have disappeared for the time being. An exhale was released into the air, the presence of bliss was fluttering through her emotions, yet she didn't want to get her hopes up until the drake spoke his opinion of her small compromise.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 10, 2010 1:43:29 GMT -5
He had been a part of more then one robberies, that was not the worst part of the job since the people that were targetted were usually rich and ended up being too scared for their well being to even think about defending themselves therefore all they did was break in, get what they wanted and they were gone before the police even knew what hit them. It was a strain though to see the family sitting there so shaken by the actions and pleading for them not to hurt a child or their loved ones, the vulnerability tore him from the inside, did they understand what his life was about? Did they understand what he was going through and why he was doing this? Did they see that he was truly not a bad guy only simply mixed up with the wrong kind of people. No, they just saw the horror in which seemed to follow the man around like a little puppy. Palm was shoved into the pocket of his shorts as he sat there mulling over the many ways in which he could go about trying to get out of the gang, though neither of them seemed to appealing. There was nothing that he could think of that would safely allow him the right of passage, alive. And that was chilling. He had seen so many families torn apart and while he could not handle the thought that his would be held in limbo he knew that he needed to do something to make sure that he was not condemned for the rest of his life. He needed his old life back and now the stubborn streak that always seemed to make him sucessful was starting to show. He was all fired up and yet there was no one on the other end of his fire. He was jittery and he was almost unable to contain himself, who would have thought that this accident prone girl would be the trigger for all these emotions and the wanting to get out of the gang more then anything. She seemed to relax into his contact telling her that it was not his fault though he did not believe her since he could have very well been the person on the other end of the gun, even though he knew that he wasnt for a fact since he had never been to Seattle. She then stated that she would not be able to make the promise and that made his stomach flutter he was about to protest but his bold actions took over him. Palm moved to brush the soft pale strands from her face and lips were lowered to her level to meet hers gently and so briefly he was not even sure if it happened. Sorry I had to make sure I at least got to do that once.. He trailed off not wanting to admit what his next course of actions were going to be. He was still queasy and yet he knew that now was the time. Well, if you can not promise me that then at least promise me I can take you out on a date when I return and after I heal? He stated quietly, though he did not wait for her to respond. Standing he knew that he could not waste time, it was rare that he knew where the people of importance were though tonight happened to be the night that they played poker in an old abandoned warehouse and it was one of the rare nights of the month when they were all together.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 10, 2010 2:18:00 GMT -5
So much had gone by since she had lived here, the thought of gangs basically residing to the back of her mind until she met Quinn. Fear had left, until the small twinge came once more. It wasn't the same kind of fear that had lurked in Seattle, but she did have fear now. Not for herself, but for the man who was sitting next to her now. She wanted so badly for him to be able to escape the fate that lurked in his shadow right now. The fate he didn't deserve and never should of had. The girl kept herself from asking what duties he had been forced to fulfill, afraid of the answers. She was determined to find a way to help him get out of this tangled mess; alive and well. Something would help her. There was a will and she would most definitely strive to find a way. Even if something happened between the two of them, she would still try to fight for his freedom. Guilt would come to her if she didn't try at least.He would have to agree with it, which she didn't see as a huge issue. He would want out as well, he already did. A protest was never made at the promise that was brought to attention. The touch of his hand stroking away a few pieces of hair away caught her attention. Butterflies rose in her stomach as his lips were pressed to hers ever so softly and for a short amount of time.She would have considered every meeting between them a dream if it wasn't for the constant danger that was lurking about. She always seemed to make the more dangerous decisions, but she didn't care. She cared for this man, and from what she could tell, he cared for her as well. She was already too attached, she was well aware and quite glad she hadn't made the promise to have it broken within a matter of minutes. Pleading gaze watched the male as he spoke, gut feeling notifying her that he would soon leave her once again. It wont be the last time. Tones were quiet, but still stubborn all the same. He had to stop being so pessimistic, even if it was the truth. It was only frightening the girl more to watch him leave and go off with that sort of attitude. A small smile graced her kissers after his next lines. I think I can promise that. The essa sighed as the last few words resounded in her mind. He was assuming pain would be associated with this task, which there was always a good chance. Every time he wasn't around her, she would only suppose that there was a good chance that injury would occur; if he was around her as well, but with the gang, it was on purpose, not clumsy accidents. She stood as well, hugging him briefly and glancing to his irises once again. Promise me to try to be safe. The words were said softly, seriously. A promise for a promise. She knew he couldn't vow to be safe, but he could try, or so that was how she saw it. Arms crossed over her torso as she stood there to watch him leave, wishing for him only to return in the same shape as he was now. Unharmed.
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Post by Ayrn on Aug 10, 2010 2:35:16 GMT -5
I promise I will try my best. Were the words that he left her with. Was he insane? Well that was a valid question. Any other time and he might have taken a second guess and turned around and chickened out, though Arden had been the one to give him the strength to trudge on, the visit to his apartment was going to have to be more then brief though since he knew that the night would only get more and more sketchy as it drug on. He did not want to risk not getting all the bosses alone at the same time. Muscles were ready to spring as he willed them into action and into a jaunty hog, the apartment was not too far from the park and he found himself riding the elevator upwards with the company of and older looking women and her cloud of perfume that threatened to make him sneeze though he would not allow that since it would be rude, luckily she left on the second floor and he was left to ride in peace the rest of the way up to the fifthm floor though a lot of the strong aroma still remained. He guessed that it would be better then the smell of body odour, though even that he was not too sure about and he needed to focus. A deep inhale was taken as he threatened to start to shake in the adrenaline and fear that was starting to overwhelm him. So many nights he had laid awake and wondered how he was going to accomplish this task. The combination of the two seemed to be a deadly cocktail as he was nothing more then a bundle of nerves. He stepped out from the elevator barely able to wait for the door to open and into the apartment, he planned on wearing a bullet proof vest to the meeting though he knew that there would be no use and that it would be stripped from him the moment that he was brought to being punished for leaving the gang. The whole time that he was here he had only found one living person that had been free of the clutches of the gang and the stories that he told Quinn about being beaten until he felt as though he was dead and then beaten some more made him sick to his stomach. He was free though and he was allowed to live a normal life so if he was able to get through this the hope of him being able to do the same was still within his grips. The bottle of whiskey he kept beneath the sink was pulled out and he took a large swig right out of the bottle, perhaps it would dull the pain of what he knew was coming. He also moved into the bathroom to grab the tablets that he had marked for the occasion. He had looked up on the internet just how many it would take until you seemed as though you were close to death and he pocketed them as well as the whiskey, it would come in handy later. The unmarked gun in which he had carried so many nights felt heavy in his hand and he debated not even taking it though he did want to be armed just in case something else ended up breaking out. The familiar path around the back of the bad side of town was taken. He paused once he reached the edge of the path where a homeless man stood looking at him, he knew the person well and he had seen him many times he stopped before him. Hey Wilbur, I need a favour. The mans eyes lit up when the man talked to him as though Quinn was his idol. Something he hoped that he was to no one, he was not someone to idolize. Anything for you. He stated and half slurred. When I go into this building after I have been in there for five minutes you need to press this big green button alright? I will give you $500. The mans eyes lit up even more at the thought of money and especially when he was handed an envelope with the cash, it was a lot of trust to bestow in the man though he knew that the old man would not let him down. He paused for a moment asking the man what he was supposed to do and nodded with a small smile after he had recited back to him his instructions exactly. 911 was programmed on the phone and left on the screen so that all that needed to be done was the pressing of the button. He took the whiskey from his pocket and downed the pills in which he had brought, passing the rest of the bottle to the old man, it was his lucky night tonight. He now realized that it was a little sad that these were the only precationary measures in which he had taken though he knew that with anymore he might be asking to be caught. With one deep breath sucked in he stepped into the warehouse, hearing the deep voices coming from downstairs. He stepped lightly down the darkened staircase and into the lair of the beast. His own boss looked up when he reached the bottom of the stairs. A brow raised at the actions. And to what do we owe this pleasure Quinn? Making sure that his voice did not waver he stood tall shoulders were forced back as the rest of the men at the table seemed to be looking interested in the new comical relief that had joined them. I want out. My time for my scum bag father has come and gone, you told me I would only pay for his dues then be free to leave, so bid me my leave, now. The rest of the table roared in laughter. So wild and free, something we admire in the young men. Quinn, I may have told you that you would only need to pay for your fathers dues but now you are repaying the price to protect you all these years. But if you truly want out, you know the deal. He tried his best to stand his ground wincing when all the men around the table started to stand up. I want out. He stated defiantly and the sinister look in the mans eye caused his knees to go weak. Well boys, it looks as though the entertainment has arrived, perhaps this poker night will not be as boring as we expected. He tried to allow his entire body to relax, the pills were starting to take affect as he started to feel a little loopy. He tried his best to look as though he was coherent though as one man grabbed his shoulder forcing him forward to the ground, they all seemed to take their turns and yet he was too out of it to care. The pain surging through his entire body was red hot and unlike anything he had ever felt though it was an out of body experience and he felt as though he was watching himself in third person. He could not help but think that he was partly a chicken for drugging himself up for this but he was sure that there was no way that he would be able to have handled it sober and he would be in enough pain for at least the next week to know that what had happened had been horrendous. Yet it was all because of his father that he stayed here with this torture. A few muffled whimpers escape him though that was all he would allow his captors. Though what happened next he did not expect. They seemed to be finished after all it felt as though it had been days rather then a little over an hour. He was faintly able to hear the sirens in the background but it was too late he was wavering in and out of darkness as he lay there. Moaning softly with every move he made. Trying his best to fight out of it. The whole entire warehouse was doused in gasoline and their intentions were known. They were going to burn the place to the ground. The man then turned his back to him with a deep laugh. Good luck in life Quinn, if you leave this place you are a free man. With that gunshots rang out as the police stood in the doorway though what they had not been expecting was the flammable liquid that had been poured all throughout the room. As the bullet struck the gas it exploded into an instant flame. He pleaded for his mouth to be able to form words but it was to no avail. The men were too busy trying to get out of the fire to even notice that he was there. Listless and incoherent on the floor, the cool tile was slowly warming. Soon the darkness just took over and he allowed it to rule him. The darkness washed over him taking the pain away. But it was too short as he realized he was being dragged. A gasp was emitted as he was tossed over someones shoulders and tears sprang to his eyes. Never in his entire life had he felt this way. His rescue was not a fireman though, it was no other but the old man he had told to phone the police. Thank you. He murmered though it came out sounding nothing like the two words. He was suprised how strong the feeble looking man was as he was being carried out. He did not say anything until they were out side of the building. You are a brave idiot that is for sure. He muttered. He prayed that Arden was still at the park since he was sure that he could seek no one elses help. Park, blonde girl, Arden. He muttered barely able to speak. His entire body was shaking. His legs were completely limp and he knew he would not be able to stand. Not wanting to start a scene she was spotted though Wilbur kept them to the bushes. He then lay Quinn on the ground. Psst. Arden. I do believe this is yours. He stated pointing to the ground hoping the girl would trust him enough to come to see Quinn. He then took a step back. I have done my part. See you. With that he disappeared into the bushes. Moaning, Quinn turned over on his side and his entire body heaved as he threw up blood, he knew that was coming though and eyes were pressed shut to stop the spinning. He hated that she was going to see him in this state. Plus he did not have a clue how he was going to stand up and get back to his apartment. As she neared him he opened his eyes though they were dull and glazed from the amount of drugs he had taken. Hi. He slurred like an idiot. Rolling he almost screamed out in pain but he managed to get to his knees.
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Post by Ardy on Aug 10, 2010 14:45:19 GMT -5
I promise...The words he left with were a small, fragile security blanket for the girl, yet she had the gut feeling she would be anything but happy when he returned to her. He jogged off and she stood for several moments before collapsing back onto the bench with a shiver. The small dog curled by her feet, glancing up at her before surveying the area. Why do things like this always happen to me? The question echoed softly into the darkness, never being answered as it was thought to be. The winds started to pick up, causing another shiver to run down her spine. Steps were taken towards the car to grab her hoodie, refusing to leave with the thought that Quinn might return to her for some reason, this being the first place for him to look.And so she would wait here. She couldn't bring herself to sit still, so she began to walk a few feet and return the bench constantly. Thoughts were flying through her mind, flashbacks and ideas. Ideas about how to get him out of this mess. Once she'd heard something about gang rules and instantly she began to wonder if there was any such thing about getting out. And how was she supposed to find this out? A large amount of doubt told her that rules like these wouldn't be accessed at the library, probably within the lair of the gang itself. Heavily guarded and protected, unless a member of the gang requested a ruling of some sort. For now, that plan was no good, but she would bring it up to Quinn if she didn't think of anything else. In the end, death was the way out of anything basically. A shudder overtook her body at the thoughts crossing her mind. Maybe they could figure out some accident and rig it to look as if he had died. A car accident or something possibly. Just realistic enough to make it into the obituary page of the newspapers, and then he could move away. That situation would take major scheming and help as well, where would they find help to stage a mock death? And what if something fell through or somebody witnessed his leaving? Then he'd suffer at the hands of the gang once more. No, no, no. Lyrics were murmured to herself, shaking her head in dismay as she continued to pace uneasily. The faint sounds of sirens caught her attention immediately, her entire body freezing in panic. Please be safe. Tones were a whisper as the lass slowly crossed back to the bench, sitting on the edge and resting her elbows on her knees, chin in her palms.Over an hour had passed since he'd left, how long should she stay there and wait for him? The sirens faded and at last the night was silent once more. Gaze traveled to the stars momentarily, trying to ease her mind. So many things could have happened, so many things could have gone wrong. The hope that welled within the girl's chest was flickering the more she thought about it. Dentals grazed her lips repeatedly, a growl coming from Chloe's throat at a rustling in the bushes. Get the hell away from me! Voice wavered unconvincingly as the dog began to bark, the girl restraining her collar to keep her from running off. I've got a German Shepard with me... She lied horribly, swallowing afterward only to hear a voice calling her name and claiming something to be hers. She was curious, but nervous and at last she stepped towards the voice, the dog following closely at her heels. The stranger pointed to a wounded man, stomach twisting in a knot as she instantly knew who it was. Quinn... She breathed, alarmed. Tears ran down her face as she assessed his current condition. She was amazed at the fact that the old man had managed to carry him here, but thankful all the same. The pool of blood that he had coughed up caused her hands to cover her mouth momentarily, thankful that she wasn't nearly as bad with blood as she used to be. The old drifter disappeared and she quietly called after him. Thank you. Her teeth were gritted as she sat down beside him, shaking her head. The single syllable came from his mouth in a slur and if it weren't for the current circumstances, she might have laughed and smiled; but the only thing that made her grateful was the fact that he was still alive.Anger towards the ruthless people who had down this to him flared inside her, yet she was too worried for Quinn to do anything about it at the moment. Please tell me they got their asses thrown into jail? She pleaded, noting the glaze in his eyes and decided to give him a chance to explain later before she jumped to conclusions.The slur in his voice may have been from the beating he had taken, but the alcohol in his breath may have had taken part in it as well. We have to get you to the hospital. Vocals were alarmed, voids widening as he struggled to get to his knees. Just..stay down. She murmured, trying to make sense of this and figure out a way to get him into a vehicle. The park had a few parking spots that didn't have barriers and she could drive around somehow and get the car closer to him. She just had to worry about running over him. I'll be right back... Lyrics were quiet as she got to her feet and ran in the direction of her car, the canine eagerly following along and instantly jumping into the car as soon as the door was opened. Keys were placed into the admission and the Toyota was maneuvered around the parking barriers and onto the grass. Head lights helped her keep track of where Quinn was lying and she managed to get the car within a few feet of where he lay rather than yards. She contemplated calling an ambulance instead of her attempting to drag him to the car. A pained sigh came from her as she looked to the male, again shaking her head. Now the lass wished the stranger would have stayed a bit longer to help her get Quinn into the car. Remembrance of the ibuprofen in her purse ran through her mind, but she thought it was best not to give him anything at the moment seeing as though he looked like he had already taken something. Quinn...what kind of pills did you take? Concerned lyri asked hesitantly, not even sure how his mind was registering the situation quite right. The possibilities of an overdose frightening her as well. This whole ordeal was mortifying her as it was. Her arms were locked under his as she attempted to carefully get him closer to the vehicle. Sorry. The apology was said with a wince, sure she was hurting more than she was helping. Of course, her knowledge of first aid was minimal so she was basically useless in situations such as this. The possibilities that there were broken bones were probably high and she had no idea what to do about such injuries, hence why she insisted the hospital which was pretty explanatory if you even glanced towards the drake. And if he denied going to the doctor, she would be persistent and she had the perfect back up plan just in case. And if that didn't work...she'd figure something out. She saw him in much too bad of shape just to tough it out as he had done before.
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