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Post by AERYN MARIANA LIONFORD, on Sept 3, 2011 12:54:18 GMT -5
Little girls shouldn't lie. That was one of the first things Aeryn was ever taught as a child. But despite all that, she was quite sure that she was on the borderline of becoming a compulsive liar. Nothing was going right these days, so she hated being in her own skin, and what better way to solve that problem than to stitch together her own world where she could act like everything was fine and dandy? Issues were nonexistent and rested undisturbed in the far corner of her mind. Everything could be so wonderfully serene because she would feel some sort of contentment despite the fact that most would perceive her to be a walking disaster.
Nevertheless, saying that she would live in a fabricated world was much easier than it sounded, Some part of her was always tethered to reality, and her ability to face it was increasingly unstable. But still, if she could fake a laugh, smile pretty, and act like an empty shell of what she never was, then at least others could be happy. Aside from that, she still had her lovely facade of amnesia. The memories she had lost had gradually returned until she could recall everything leading to the accident that nearly killed her and everything that followed, and when she compared those memories to her current situation, she'd say that the past was far more enjoyable, but it was preposterous for her to return and expect everything to go back to the way it was. That was why she'd bite her lip and act like she couldn't remember the things that had changed and slipped out of her grasp. Then no one would feel the need to bend over backwards out of pity to make her feel less out of place. They would simply look at her and shake their heads in disappointment, deciding that it was best if she were left to her own devices.
Sighing lightly, Aer continued to pace gently in the beachy area near the pier. She had long since abandoned her shoes somewhere along the span of the and now walked barefoot, feeling the sand sink in between her toes. It completed the summer sort of look that she had going on with her spotted bikini top and the pair of shorts she wore. The sun warmed her exposed skin, but the heat was cooled by a breeze that brushed her in short intervals. She looked down at the imprints she left in the sand, eyes flickering to the bottle of beer in her right hand on occasion. Her fingers were loosely wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and three-fourths of the alcohol remained, sloshing as she moved. While high school had never been glamorous, she was beginning to wish she could return because she at least felt somewhat in place as a cheerleader, hanging out with other members of the squad. if not that, then maybe she could save up enough money to go back to California. The people there hardly paid attention to who stayed and who left, so she could easily slip back into the party scene there, acting as mindless and promiscuous as she used to be.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she realized she was wasting time reminiscing as she so often did. She squeezed her eyes together and took a swig from the bottle, feeling the alcohol burn a trail down her throat and settle warmly in her stomach. Her lips curved into a tiny smile and her stiff position slackened in relaxation, reminding her of why she used to drink when she was younger. At this rate, she might have developed an addiction, but she couldn't be bothered to worry about that at the moment.
word count;; 6 2 4
muse;; Decent.
notes;; MEH.
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Post by CALICO XEPHYR ROTH, on Sept 7, 2011 13:44:11 GMT -5
Calico shuffled across the beach aimlessly with his eyes glued to the ground, looking more like a dog with its tail between its legs than the usual handsome devil he used to be. His skin was starting to lose its glittering tan, his usual blowout hung around his eyes, which were dull and no longer contained his usual trademark boyish glimmer. Calico was tired, washed out, and in need of a god damn summary of what had happened to him and the rest of the tour in the past few weeks.
Plain and simple, Calico had fucked up plenty of things chasing after Roxie. He's lost his friends, lost his band, lost his potential girlfriend and the only thing he'd gained was a photographic memory of what hotel walls looked like. He didn't have the nerve to approach Luster Purge right now, seeing as he'd vanished without much warning after they'd been nice enough to welcome him with open arms. And now what had happened to Roxie? She had gone to chase after Brodee.
But Calico was your generic "nice guys finish last" protagonist. He wouldn't chase after Melrose unless she asked, but he wondered if she even knew he was back- or cared. God knows what had happened between her and King in his absence, or what had happened to anyone at all. He was sure he'd let enough people down.
So the little lion man stripped off his shirt and waded up to his knees in the chilly water, collecting smooth, flat stones on the way. Hurling one across the water he turned his head to look down the once vacant beach and saw a small blonde girl shuffling toward him in a similar fashion to his previous walk. She looked kinda like Melrose, really, but he knew it wasn't her and he wasn't sure if they'd even met, so he just continued sailing rocks across the water and waited for the girl to approach.
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Post by AERYN MARIANA LIONFORD, on Sept 7, 2011 20:29:57 GMT -5
Typically sociable and friendly, Aeryn briefly recalled that right before she had left for California, she had made a resolve to befriend some of the people she met. High school had been rough because things could get a bit harsh when one was labelled the school whore, and as a result she had never been the most popular girl in the world. Now that she was back onto the tour with her faked amnesia, it was the perfect opportunity for her to get a start on making a few new friends, but she was instead drowning her sorrows into a bottle of beer. It felt like such as waste of time, but she always had been the sort of girl who liked to run away from her troubles so that they could pile up whilst she lived in the happy delusion that all was well in her world. It wasn't as if she were really lacking in time anyway. She had sunken back into a rut, displaying the signs of hopelessness that had been characteristic of her depression from years back, and that meant that while she still loved dancing, she no longer believed she was worthy of making anything out of herself.
Sighing lightly, Aer decided that if she wasn't allowed to have some sort of remote that she could use to pause and rewind her life, then she wanted to drown her sorrows in a more effective manner, whether it be through more alcohol or drugs. She couldn't say when she started turning to self-destructive methods to cope with her troubles, but it didn't quite seem to matter as long as it gave her comfort. That was the main objective in her life, wasn't it? To remain content and free of worries even if it meant she had to be trashed to do it?
Ideas began flitting through her mind as the wheels started turning, and she was seriously beginning to consider whether or not she should fall back into old habits. She had quit her addictions once, but there was nothing to keep her from them now. And besides, couldn't she just quit again if the need ever arose for her to do so? A ghost of a smile flickered over her lips for the briefest of seconds as she grimly derived amusement from how she imagined her older brother would react if he found out. He was quite the hypocrite for banning her from drugs while he recklessly experimented with them himself, and thus was why she paid his threats and warnings no heed. If things got bad enough, he might even make his way to where she was so that he could drag her home, away from everything that constantly reminded her of several painful memories. She supposed that the idea sounded rather lovely.
Movement caught her eye and Aeryn was briefly startled out of her thoughts, and she scolded herself for being weak and pathetic again. She blinked a few times as her thoughts vanished, and her eyes focused on the clear figure of a shirtless man around her age. He was throwing pebbles through the cold water of the beach, and something about his posture made her feel that perhaps she wasn't alone in her misery. She tread over the sand in light steps at a pace quicker than the one she had used previously, curiosity getting the best of her.
An inquisitive look was on her face as she approached, and when she was close enough, she slowed down, parting her lips but quickly pressing them shut again. Asking him what was on his mind sounded far too abrupt, so instead she opted with an overused greeting. In a soft voice, she murmured, "Excuse me, but do I know you?"
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muse;; Decent.
notes;; MEH.
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