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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 3, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
The young girl pointed a finger at him and covered her mouth. He just called her a tree-hugger! She acted like she was completely and totally baffled, like he had actually hurt her. "How dare you call me a tree-hugger! That was mean..." She said as she let her hands drop down to her sides. Alex then acted all calm like nothing had happened. She soon lifted her hand up and scratched her head with a playful smile. "I don't hang out with expertly trained serial killers. My mommy told me to run around and scream if I met one, so you might want to plug your ears." She said with a teasing smile. She was glad that the mood was actually thinning out, that he was actually acting cheery. Alex felt proud of herself, thinking it was all her doing, so she was pretty excited. In a matter of minutes she would have him gasping for air, not really but still.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 3, 2008 21:30:35 GMT -5
4E647APASSION was something that when it showed up in Dean's life; it was obviously noticeable. His whole entire personalty changed, in a blink of an eye. And anyone could notice it too. His movements were soft, more careful. Even though they held a certain sort of...eagerness. And with Sunday in front of him in such a way, something pinged in his head. All those not-so clean jokes before hand, all the words that his ego had spat in his head. Everything, they never matter so much like they had before. “We’ll see.” she said, her voice rolling into his head. When his lips pressed against the side of her neck, he was horribly caught of guard when he felt her hand grab at his shoulder. The broken one. He flinched slightly, pain coursing through him like a lighting shot. He thought it meant something else. Or at least, he thought it did. The next moment her hand was jamming his dislocated shoulder inward, his head pulling back with a jerk of pain as his entire arm shot up in rekindled fire. “I’m pregnant, Dean. It’s not going that far.” she snapped at him, a loud snarl exploding from his mouth -- louder then he was expecting. "MOTHER OF --!" he yelled, falling back in the snow with a loud thud as she glared at him, getting to a stand. Fuming, he held his shoulder with his arm once again, rocking slightly to fight back the sudden reminder of pain. And she just walked away, left him there. He couldn't help it, and just out of frustration he yelled, as loud as he possibly could. Just for the heck of it. “Do you really not love me?” the question hit him hard. Harder then anyone could ever imagine. He wanted so much to just jump up screaming NO NO NO! But he couldn't. Knew that her life would be in danger if he loved her. Or even tried. "Dammit" he growled under his breathe, slowly and surely pushing himself into a sitting position once again. "I...I never did. You know me, I'd just love to get into your pants and nothing more. Had you fooled for a long time though, i give myself that" he said, pulling on his actor face once again. There was no way in hell that you could ever tell that his heart was tearing apart into tiny little pieces. His voice was so smart-ass, matter of fact. But just the fact that there could be truth in his words made it eerie. Horrible. He grunted at the pain as his knees propped him up, slowly taking a stand as best as he could. He nearly fell over, rocking slightly as he tried to keep his balance against gravity and everything painful. "I should be pissed about the shoulder thing, but i think i deserved it" he said, rolling his good shoulder in a way-too nonchalant shrug. I guess you could say he had no heart left -- whatever was left of it before had now been completely ripped out. There was nothing left but a hole now. FAKE smiles played on his lips as he looked at her. 'How dare you call me a tree-hugger! That was mean...' He didn't say anything back to the comment, clearly seeing that she was just teasing him. She did that a lot... It was getting kind of old... She then completely changed moods, and he thought of a robot for no apparent reason. His mind was just in a weird place at the moment. 'I don't hang out with expertly trained serial killers. My mommy told me to run around and scream if I met one, so you might want to plug your ears.' He narrowed his eyes in a sort of 'i dare you' kind of looks. Seeing that his mind kept spazzing out on him, he probably would tie her to a tree and leave her for dead if she started running around in circle, screaming her head off. Besides.. he kind of had a headache.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 3, 2008 21:39:38 GMT -5
She looked at him blankly. He was suddenly quiet, and she was getting annoyed by the silence. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she just stood there, soon her head tilted back, looking at the sky. It was less boring then Dean was by far. "You are so boring. I liked you better last time I saw you..." She muttered the last part, hoping he wouldn't hear. Alex wasn't in the mood to watch him lash out on another tree. Her eyes then went down to the snow that was just taunting her. She thought about making a snowball and throwing it at Dean, but that wouldn't help anything. Her eyes were just glued to the snowy ground, and she was soon scuffing her feet around in the white snow. With a grumble she looked at her wrist as if there was a watch there. "My mom told me I needed to be home by now, so I guess I'll see ya 'round." She was just being an ass now, and she didn't care. He was being an ass too, so why not join in? Alex turned around and started skipping away, expecting to fall flat on her face at any moment.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 3, 2008 22:09:08 GMT -5
Sunday had been the happiest she had been since she had been thrown into Bedfordshire in that exact moment in time. She had felt secure, and loved, and… well, feeling loved or at least wanted satisfied her. She enjoyed – no, thrived – on that feeling. It’s what kept her from quitting at her job, what kept her from leaving anyone she cared about, even if it was best for them. She knew that if she was wanted, life would be easier. Better. It would feel better to be alive when she was wanted. Needed, even. Maybe that’s why she took on the cave children. Because they needed her. She felt like she belonged with them back then – before they started dying, that is. She felt like her life had been complete, even though it had never been less whole in her entire life. Despite the fact that it was destroyed beyond belief, it was still her life. It was still incompletely complete, if that made any sense. She had no love, no friends, but she had her ‘children’. She had her life in her hands before they started getting ill and dying in her arms, despite her best efforts. She had learned how to disconnect herself from people then. How to move on. Yes, she had learned, but she rarely put it into action anymore.
She was going to need to now.
“I… I never did. You know me, I’d just love to get into your pants and nothing more. Had you fooled for a long time, though, I give myself that.” She wasn’t prepared for that. She was ready for a flat out ‘yes’. She wasn’t prepared for reason – smugness, even. Victory. She wasn’t ready to feel like she had been won over like a trophy or a plaque given out to overachievers and humans who couldn’t help themselves to the challenge. She didn’t feel quite so confident any longer. It was amazing how much he could tear her down. Blinking away the tears, she just stood there for a moment, not knowing quite what to say. A tear or two slid down her cheek as her ears practically heard the shattering of her heart within. The air remained tense and awkward for a moment before she finally spoke. “And to think I would’ve died for you.” With that, she shook her head before slipping away through the forest with her limp and lame heart. What a day.
Muttered could be herd coming off of Alex. Dean narrowed his eyes and tuned in his ears. He liked being part wolf, it was quiet nice. 'You are so boring. I liked you better last time I saw you...' His eyes narrowed even more. "Well excuse me for having a bad day...." [/b][/color] He muttered, just loud enough for her to here him though. He watched as she looked up at the sky, then down at the fallen snow. "Ya know, the door swings both ways on that one. You ain't a bucket of joy yourself."] He said dryly. His hands crammed down further into his pockets as he looked at her. 'My mom told me I needed to be home by now, so I guess I'll see ya 'round.' A scuff came from him as she spoke. "You little shit head, your lieing..." It would be hard to tell if he was joking or being serious by the tone of his voice. It was low, slightly harsh and sarcastic, but it also had a bit of a random bounce to it, like he was a little boy or something. His face gave away no evidence, his slightly clouded eyes just looking blankly at her as he stood there in the snow. He was wandering if she was really going to leave. What was she going to go back to? Her house? That sounded boring. Sure he was depressed and boring at the moment, but he might have another mood swing. Besides, he was in the mood for a drink, well, kinda. Who else would take her to the bar? Then again, did he want to? Well, maybe as long as she didn't pick another fight...[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 3, 2008 22:19:13 GMT -5
She stopped skipping when she heard his words, almost slipping on the snow. She had to regain balance before she smacked into the ground yet again. She didn't even dare look at him. How could she? He was acting like a moody girl that was on her period, and she wondered if this was what she acted like at that time of the month. "Thank you! I'm glad you feel that way! Anything else you would like to say to my face while I'm here?" She grumbled, looking over her shoulder. This wasn't going to look good. When he said that she was lying, she just about through a fit. What was his problem!? It was killing her inside to know what was eating at him. Alex only looked straight ahead. "How do you know? My mom could be freaking out at home right now, and I'm here just because your throwing a hissy fit. You just don't want to be alone..." Her tone was cool, and her expression was blank as she looked straight ahead. With a low growl she let her head hand low, and her legs soon carried her off.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 3, 2008 22:29:03 GMT -5
Dean just stood there, glaring. He was well aware of his bitchy, menstrual mood, and to tell you the truth, he didn't give a shit. Lately he hadn't given a shit about anything. Well, anything but his past. The scary part was that he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he wen by so fast that he didn't have time to react on everything and now he was given that chance to do so. But he didn't want that. Almost every memory was painful, it literally hurt him to see these images. He was getting so damn sick of them too. Why the hell wouldn't they just leave him the fuck alone?!? 'Thank you! I'm glad you feel that way! Anything else you would like to say to my face while I'm here?' He opened his mouth to start ranting off at her, but desided against it. For once he thought before he speaked. He was pissed off, and he was pissing her off. The last thing he wanted was for him to lose his temper and do something that he would later regret doing. 'How do you know? My mom could be freaking out at home right now, and I'm here just because your throwing a hissy fit. You just don't want to be alone...' He was taken back by her comment, it seemed like a low blow. "Alright, fine, I will admit it. I don't want to be alone." His toned was slightly sarcastic even though he was speaking the truth. "You have no fucking idea what I have gone threw, what I am forced to go through with in the next couple of years. So who are you to judge me? Your just some stuck up little girl that thinks she knows everything. Why don't you just open your eyes and looked around...." He finished his little speech, then shook his head and looekd off to the side, staring off into the distance.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 3, 2008 22:38:14 GMT -5
This was beginning to get old, and she just couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to just walk away and act like it didn't bother her, but it did. Everything he was saying was just resting on her shoulders, causing her to feel like crap. Her hand went to her face where she rubbed it slowly. "I know I'm young and might think I know everything, but that's what happens when your a teenager. Look at you, you act like you know everything. I've done nothing but try and cheer you up and keep you company, and now, I really don't care anymore. You're just wasting my time, the time I could spend having fun instead of sitting here, watching you mope around like you're the only one with problems..." She glanced over her shoulder, her tone was dry, and she wasn't in the mood anymore. She was a ticking time bomb, and at any moment she was ready to explode. Alex just stood there, she knew she would be getting herself in trouble with him, but she still stood there. She knew he had something to say, she just knew it.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 3, 2008 22:56:03 GMT -5
Dean stood in the snow like a statue for a long moment. The only thing that moved was the occasion twitch of a muscle. His jaw was clenched shut, and you could clearly see the muscles moving on the side of his face. He was so sick of people. They just needed to be wipes off the face of the planet. And when he thought people, that pretty much covered every living thing. Well, maybe except for plants. They never seemed to do anything so completely retarded it made you want to scream. And yes, he clearly knew that would include wiping him off the grid. Which, actually, was pretty much all he wanted right now. But he wasn't going to say it, he didn't dare. He knew if he did then little miss priss would just simply say 'then go kill yourself.' Maybe not those exact words, but he had a hunch he was pretty close. He slowly turned his head back to look at her when she began her little speech. Her ranking started to become annoying, and he half ignored and drowned her out by his own thoughts. The longer he kept talking, the darker his eyes got until they were pitch black. His muscles kept twitching, screaming at him to do something, but he didn't. He just merely stood there. The thing that got to him the most was when she said 'watching you mope around like you're the only one with problems. "You got problems? Really? What, did daddy not want to buy you something new and shinny? Or maybe your parents just hate each and fight all the time. Huh? Is that it? Your parents are getting a divorce and they are blaming it on you? If not, please share these other problems." He was acting like a total jack-ass, and he knew it. He little rant almost seemed like he was challenging her to a competition, to see who had the worst problems, but it wasn't. Okay, maybe a little, but the main thing was that he just wanted to prove a point. Damn the world and its points... it seemed to be the reason for every little dispute that breaks out.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 4, 2008 17:19:26 GMT -5
Her hands were clenched into fists, and she soon stuffed her hands into her pockets. She couldn't believe the words she was hearing. She let out growl and rolled her eyes. "Whatever Dean..." She grumbled as she stood there, feeling horrible at the time. Alex looked over at her shoulder just barely, letting out a huff. This really wasn't a pleasant day, and she was beginning to dread it more and more. It only seemed to hang over her like a rain cloud, and she was just dying to chase it away. "You're being an ass, and I really don't have the time to sit here and listen to you rant on about how you have so many problems and everyone else in the world is perfect. It's getting old, and it's very immature." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. With a good roll of her eyes she started to walk away, but this time she wouldn't look back, she wouldn't stop to say anything. She would just walk away through the white beneath her feet, hurrying to get away from Dean.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 4, 2008 17:33:42 GMT -5
When she said whatever, a small smirk cracked onto his chapped lips. His muscles lightly eased as she turned to look away for a second. THe anger still bioled in him though, causing his eyes to stay a solid pitch black. When she spoke again, he still just stood ther, smiling to himself. "I am clearly aware of me being an ass. It is who I am. So get over it." He paused for a moment, his muscles beginning to tense up agian. "And I never said everyone else in the world is perfect sweet-heart. I know everyone has there fucked up moments. But you... You act as if you have had the worst life ever. So what the hell is your problem?" That was what seemed to hit him. His curiousity hidden under his wacked out rage. But when she called him immature, he just chuckled. "Well, once again, that is just who I am. Besides, you need to act young and stupid everyone in a while. It helps keep you from the insanity.." Well, that really was a moo point for him. He was pretty much already insane. He loosened up again as he turned and started to walk away. He just stood there, watching her with his cold black eyes. He was thinking about yelling some smart-ass remark to her, but he figured that she would just turn around and hit him. He wasn't in the mood to be slapped, so he just stood there quietly and watched her leave. A sudden image flashed in his head of someone lost long ago. He just shut his eyes and shook his head. It seemed he always seemed to piss people off and drive them far away from him. It was no wonder why he didn't have any friends, why his brother never talked to him, why he could never keep a lover... He really needed to shape himself up, but truth was, he didn't want to. He kind of liked his life where it was at the moment, but he knew he would eventually have to change so he could live in this world without feeling like a piece of trash.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 5, 2008 17:18:24 GMT -5
She tried so hard just to bleep him out, but it was too hard. It was like every word he said was beginning to weigh down on her shoulders. An agitated sigh came from her lips, and she wanted to slap herself in the face. It was mostly her fault this happened in the first place. She just had to complain... "I'm not going to argue anymore, so keep going all you like. Sorry I ever said anything to you in the first place..." She said, completely ignoring his other comments. Alex was never good with moods, with letting feelings escape. She was always keeping things in until it was so hard that she just about exploded. She turned around some, and flashed him a fake grin before turning around and wandering away. Now she would mope around, feeling sorry for him and herself as well. He wasn't helping anything around him, and now she just wished she would have kept her big mouth shut. It was something she was never really good at, but maybe with some practice it would all change.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 5, 2008 17:30:52 GMT -5
He let out a scuff when she spoke. He knew she was agnry, and it bugged him that she didn't argue back at him. Sadly, it was kind of helping. As bad as it sounds, yelling at poeple boosts people self esteem, well, if they were on the top. It was true for just about everyone, and Dean was always on of those people that took advatage of it. He always yelled out what he felt, well, most of the time anyways. The only preson he didn't do that to was his dad, on occasion. In the few years before he died though, Dean just let it all out, and it had felt like a huge ten ton burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. Ever since then, he had just learned to speak his mind, no matter how crude it sounded. He watched as she faked a smile at him to. What the hell was that? He had no idea, but he was getting sick of watvhing her walk away. Seeing people to leave him to rot didn't always make him feel so good. He slowly turned around, his back now to her. His dropped his head, and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He inspeacted his bloody knuckle and let out a sigh. What an exciting day this has been...
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 5, 2008 17:39:29 GMT -5
She let out a sigh before merrily skipping around without a problem. This seemed all too familiar, and thinking about that ruined her chances of walking right. She slipped on the slick snow, catching herself before she could smack into the ground, and with a beaming smile she took one step forward, tripping over her own foot. That was the thing that caught her off guard. She didn't want to pull herself from the ground. She already felt completely and utterly miserable, so why try to make it seem like she had any dignity left? Alex was just a little girl, Dean was right about everything, and that only made her feel like garbage. The snow was soon seeping into her clothes yet again, numbing her arms and legs. All she did was prop her head up in her hand. She felt like letting her head smack into the snow just to show her defeat, show her depression. Like anyone clearly cared at this point. She was just another little girl in the world, another teenage girl that acted like she knew everything. It was hard to live with...
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 5, 2008 17:54:38 GMT -5
As he inspecting his hands, he let out another sigh. He wiigled his finger around and made a fist, then released it. It still stinged, and the cold air wasn't helping with it. He slowly lifted up his head and looked around. He made a face, and walked over to a tree. He went straight up to it, and stopped only five inches away. He stared at it for a moment before he hit his head on it, his forhead hitting the rough bark. He gave out a grumble and shut his eyes. Now he was just starting to feel guilty. Damn his concious! He turned around and leaned his back up against the tree, his eyes still closed. As his head rested back on the bark, his eyes opened and looked up at the thick trees above him. He peered through a hole in the branches and looked up at the cool gray sky. His eyes became fixed on it for no apparent reason, his mind beginning to buzz. He lifted his head up before banging it back against to tree. "Damn it!" The angel perched on his shoulder was slowly beginning to win. He took a step away from the tree and looked off in the direction of where Alex went. His eyes dropped and looked at her footprint. He shook his head. "No..." He didn't want to go.He gave another sigh and just stood there, hoping Alex would just forget about him and live a happy life. Everyone always seemed to anyways.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 5, 2008 18:05:50 GMT -5
A gray storm cloud only seemed to hang violently over her head. She staggered to her feet, stretching her joints out. She was soaked and felt like crap. It wasn't a good mix in her world. She looked back, hoping to see Dean behind her, but then she remembered, she left him behind. Alex tried to tell herself it was for the better, but it didn't seem to work. A foot stepped back towards him, a hand outstretched as if she was pleading. "No... It's for the best..." She tried to compose herself, keep her from running back to him. He probably hated her anyways, but she didn't care. She was attached to him like she was to all of her friends, and Alex wasn't looking forward to giving that up. With a heavy sigh she started walking back towards him, a bright smile came to her lips as she soon saw him. Without thinking she ran over to him and flung her arms around him. "I'm sorry that I was such a bitch!" She apologized, hoping there was a way that he could forgive her.
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