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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 13:53:53 GMT -5
She's 18... wait... why the Hell... *shakes my head* Nice dress, by the way. If you're going for attention *I smile a bit* you got it.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 13:58:54 GMT -5
Yeah, what he.... *I trail off, my face getting red for no real reason. Sweet lady of sorrows, was he ACTUALLY falling for her stupid slutty dress and creepy smiles? I would have expected IA to be above that.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 14:03:49 GMT -5
*I walk over to Vanity* Wanna join us in a little... battle planning session? It'd be nice to have another person in on the fight. How old are you anyways? 20? 22? *I toss my jacket to Vol* Hang that up for me, yea? It's... a bit hot in here.
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 13, 2011 14:18:51 GMT -5
You're close on both. Twenty-one. And I'm guessing you're not far off from that yourself. *leans close to Aftermath, touching his arm lightly* But I'd simple adore joining you in a bit of planning. Although, should we be allowing a child to decide such important things? I don't think she needs to be here right now, do you?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 14:27:04 GMT -5
*My jaw drops open. I almost want to strangle IA with the sleeves of his own jacket, but instead I simply wad it up and throw it back toward him, hoping the stupid thing falls out the window. Then I turn my anger to Vanity.* Listen. Yes, I'm not as old as many other Killjoys out here, but I could kill you where you stand. I've seen more shit in single weeks than you have in your entire life. I know a lot about the kind of people who inhabit the Zones. For instance, I know what you're trying to do, and I know that you are not going to make my friend ditch me by acting like a goddamn whore!
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 13, 2011 14:33:25 GMT -5
*gasps, stays silent for a second, then tilts her head back and laughs loudly.* Don't be stupid, little girl. First of all, I'd like to see you try to kill me. It would end wonderfully for me. Unfortunately, you'd have to deal with four puncture wounds in your windpipe and your friend here would be out an ally! So I'd rather you didn't try. *advances toward Volume, who backs up into a wall* And, to continue, if I WANT your friend to abandon you, that's exactly what I'll GET. You must not have been out in the real world for long enough to learn that I'm the kind of person who can take down anything I want taken down. I am the type of person who will win this war. And when I do, I'll be the most powerful single woman the world has ever seen...and even if I'm not killing you now, I'd love to see you try to take me on then.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 14:43:18 GMT -5
*In shock and near awe* I'm standing RIGHT here, you know. *I start to realize that maybe i have gotten in WAY over my head* Ladies, you're both pretty, now please, let's just go make battle plans. Vol, try and behave. Vani, down girl. *As i exit the room i can't help but snicker a bit*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 14:47:10 GMT -5
*I quickly brush Vanity off (She's standing creepily close to my face. I can DEFINITELY imagine her tearing my throat out now.) and follow IA out the door, which I quickly slam and lean against so Vanity can't get out.* A word, Aftermath? Please? *I'm trying to keep my irritation out of my voice. It's not working quite as well as I would hope.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 14:50:39 GMT -5
What? What's up? *In my head, i'm beaming and sneering almost indefinitely*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 15:00:16 GMT -5
I'd really rather if you didn't indulge her. She pisses me off, and you're encouraging her. She was just threatening to kill me! I know I said I could have, but I wouldn't ACTUALLY have tried to hurt her...and you didn't even try to help! You just stared at her stupid dress! That might be the worst part, short of my life being threatened. *I begin grumbling under my breath, saying things about the dangerous girl that I would never say out loud.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 15:02:54 GMT -5
Vol, I don't see why you're so upset. *I lean against the wall, staring her down* You've made it perfectly clear that you don't want anything more than a friendship from me. Is it so wrong that i TRY and move on so i can stop making these pointless attempts at you?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 15:08:11 GMT -5
Well, um, when you...put it that way, um...I guess I have to trust your judgement then. And...if that's the case, I'm...I'm.... *I look at my feet and force myself not to cry before I speak. I'm planning to say that I'm happy for them, but why is that so hard to do?* ...I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough. *I watch as my resolve fades and two tears hit the ground, my eyes widening in shock.* Excuse me! *I turn and run to the nearest unoccupied room (a small room that looks like it is used for storage), slam the door and lock it before sinking to the ground.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 15:11:54 GMT -5
*I sigh and walk over to the spare room door, then sit down at the base of it and knock* You're the one that said it was pointless for me to keep trying. Don't pull that "I'm sorry i wasn't good enough" shit on me, because you're the one that pretty much killed any hope i had of... us... *Those words sting a lot more than i thought they would, and saying "us" leaves a bitter taste in my mouth*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 13, 2011 15:24:09 GMT -5
How many times did I have to say that I was trying?! Because I was! Excuse me for not knowing that dressing in stupid skimpy dresses and draping myself over people is the only way to get people to give a damn! *I'm just relieved at this point that I'm keeping my voice steady, so the shaking and the tears don't bother me as much as they normally would. Upon actually thinking about it, I understand why I'm sad: Aftermath is the only person in four years or so that found anything in me worth caring deeply about, and I've suddenly lost that.
With false serenity, I remove my backpack from my shoulders and take out the dress. Tears drip on it as I gently put it on and look at myself in the mirror. If my eyes weren't red, I'd look beautiful, an adjective I've never used to describe myself. But I meant this dress to only be worn when I looked my absolute worst, whether it was sobbing, burned, covered in blood, or any combination of the three.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 13, 2011 15:56:46 GMT -5
*I stand up and using my pocket knife, pick the lock, then walk in. I see Vol standing in the mirror, eyes red, and wearing the black dress she had earlier* At least she showed some form of interest... Look, I'm a boy, but i like being given attention too... *I walk behind Vol and look at our reflection in the mirror. I'm taller than her by half a foot, she looks even cuter, despite the tears. I put one hand on her shoulder and lean on the top of her head* You wear this to prom or something?
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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