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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Aug 4, 2008 17:08:51 GMT -5
icons credit to star_icons* christa gennifer von ness ! come on babe why don't we paint the town and all that jazz i'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down and all that jazz start the car i know a whoopee spot where the gin is cold but the piano's hot it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all that jazz . [/color][/font][/center] * [/color] What was this? Where was this? The questions flashed through Christa's mind before disappearing altogether. She couldn't bother to concentrate on them, not with the way Darren was kissing her anyways. They were in a large field of flowers, one side fenced with tall pine trees, the other was open to the see. She didn't really see all this, the surrounding area, but somehow she just knew it. Colors swirled everywhere, in the flowers, in the sky, on their clothes. Everything seemed so much brighter, so much more vivid. Flowers of so many types sprang up here: daisies, lillies, tulips, dandelions, carnations. Again, she didn't ever see this, it was just knowledge implanted in her brain. Plus, how could she tear herself away from the most amazing guy in the whole world. Not kidding in the slightest. Maybe she was biased, but to her, he really was. Darren Hazard. Even just thinking his name sent a thrill through her body. The sun played along the edges of his face as she peered up at him. Christa kissed him with every ounce of love she could squeeze into it, and he returned the favor. She literally felt like she could burst from the joy that was pounding through her veins. But then something strange happened. Suddenly the sun vanished. It had quickly turned into a cloudy day. It surprised her and she jerked from the kiss suddenly. Looking around, all the colors had gone. The world was in shades of gray now. Worry blazed in her eyes and she tilted her head to look back up at Darren, hoping he would have an answer, but he was gone. Scrambling to her feet, she looked around her, searching for his reassuring arms. Her eyes finally spotted him, but not where she expected. Christa had hoped he would be nearby, but he was over by the edge of the forest, about twenty yards away. But what was more curious was what came out from the forest to stand next to him. A wolf. Christa tried to call out to him, but her voice caught in her throat. She tried forcing it out, but it seemed her voice was silenced. Then Darren waved, almost sarcastically, and ran off with it. He ran off with that thing! And that's when the wave of black desolation struck her. Knocked her off her feet, and right when she expected her knees to hit the ground, she bolted up in bed. *[/color] Breathing hard, Christa's hand flew up to her forehead where miniscule beads of moisture dotted her skin. Wiping them off hurriedly, she jumped out of bed. Muttering under her breath about how it was just a dream, but even she couldn't mistake the whispers of doubt that creeped into her voice. What if it was something real? What if this was a warning, or a sign of some kind? No, no, he wouldn't do something like that. Would he? She could feel the roots of paranoia taking their hold, but did nothing to shake them off. Her breathing had somewhat calmed down earlier, but now the fast intake of breaths started again. Christa made herself sit down and stuck her head between her knees for good measure. Deep breaths, good, in, out, in, out. After about five minutes, she glanced at the clock. Seven twenty six in the morning. Standing up quietly, she made her decision. She'd go over and make sure she was just being silly under the pretense that she wanted to take Darren out to breakfast. But first, a quick shower. Trying not to sprint into the bathroom, she quickly stripped down and stepped in, hoping the hot water would soothe her. It did, but not completely. With herself a little more rational, Christa flung the door to their closet open and grabbed what she saw first. It was a bag of clothes that she and Kat had bought when they went shopping together yesterday. Whatever, didn't matter. Her eyes picked out the closest pair of shoes, silver heels. A little too formal, but that wasn't important. Christa had made a connection. Wolf. Werewolf. Frantic, she slipped into her clothes sloppily. Checking herself in the mirror, her still slightly wet hair caught her eye. Though she may be a worried girl, she was sitll a girl. Ten minutes later, after finished drying off her hair, she shot out of her dorm and raced down to Darren's, her annoying heels clicking and clakcing all the way. *[/color] Her fist was about to start pounding on the door, but she caught it in time. Christa had to remind herself that her silly assumptions didn't have to be true. They were unlikely anyways. Taking a few more deep breaths to settle herself, she raised her hand, noticing that it had started trembling, and knocked lightly three times. The fact that Darren shared the dorm with the rest of the band occurred to her, and she started speaking. " Boys, it's just me, Christa." She was frightened at the tone of her voice, so scared. Making her voice a tad more cheery, she smiled to help her cause and continued. " I just wanted to talk to Darren." Christa considered tacking on her excuse about breakfast, but decided against it. She'd use that only if she really had to. Her nervous habits won out in the end, fidgeting, standing only on the balls of her feet, never looking at the same spot for too long. Right now her eyes flitted between staring at the doorknob, waiting for it to turn, and staring at her hands which were playing with her rings. While she was waiting, her eyes picked up nondescript details that she never would have noticed before. Things like how the grains of his door was much coarser than hers, how the doorknob was slighly rusty, and how her shadow was a light shade of gray and had blurry edges. Sighing, she couldn't wait. Once again, her hands reached up to try again, but found no door. It had opened. Her eyes flew up to that face she knew so well. [/size] [/blockquote] tagged * [/color] darren hazard + katarina black status *[/color] COMPLETEincompletechat *[/color] it's here! posteh nows. attire *[/color] top + shorts + shoesword count *[/color] 1,021 words[/font][/size][/center]
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Post by katarina black. on Aug 5, 2008 8:16:55 GMT -5
x x `` katarina erin black,
[/size][/font] ♥ remember when we scratched our names into the sand and told me you loved me but now that i find that you've changed your mind i'm lost for words, and everything I feel for you i wrote down on one piece of paper the one in your hand, you won't understand
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Soft, silky brown hair covered most of her face like a thick curtain as the shape of her head made a little hollow in the white pillow underneath. If the room had been lit by anything, be it electrical light or more old fashioned for the romantics candlelight, you would have seen the hint of a soft red tint to the dark tresses - then done a double take. Why? At the point where you'd expect the hair to end it suddenly turned and changed, extended to a ridiculous amount across the pillow to a rougher lighter brown texture. Furrow of the brows. What the hell...ah. But then you saw that it was not actually her own hair there, but hair that mingled with another's; much more male and to be honest by the look of the state of those messy curls didn't look like the man often remembered to drag a brush through it. Sigh of relief. It wasn't like sunlight would ever have been able to filter through the amazingly dark drapes that hid every single part of the glass windows - they were incredibly thick. Would have been perfect in world war two actually, hiding the lights of London houses from enemy trying to bomb them from above. But right now they weren't in any kind of world war, not here in Vancouver...at least, not an official war. Not one that affected the students inside the boarding school of St. Collingwood's directly. So why bothered with these thick curtains? Simple really. All four boys who normally slept in this room would have been burnt to a crisp if they weren't there, because vampires didn't usually tend to survive long in direct sunlight. Four piles of ashes would remain on each of the beds as all that would be left of the boys just waiting for the cleaners to find later on in the middle of the day-actually, two piles. What about the other two boys? They went by the names of Damien Wolfe and Dougie Cleaver. Both were lucky bastards who had the Sin of Pride; common knowledge of what power those sins could give people, agreed here with rumors when they told that they meant a vampire could go walking about in the sun for as long as they liked. Still didn't get tans though, so for that at least they had to fake it - still, being able to stay in the sun was one hell of a pro to the con of tanning.
So what on earth was a girl doing in a boy's room? That would be the question an innocent child might ask, with a curl of the lip if they had some prior knowledge, or merely a look of slight disgust in their big wide eyes and trembling chubby cheeks. Definitely not a question that anybody in the school would ask of course - especially if they'd heard of Miss Katarina Black's rather promiscuous reputation. For that was who it was sleeping on the bed tangled arms and legs with the man who will be unnamed for a short while in this post. It was all lies of course - she didn't sleep around, not ever. She could count the people she had slept with on one hand with years between the people but of course school gossips were never interested in that. The other three beds in the dormitory were vacant for once - perhaps the other roommates had seen that there was company and scarpered to find somewhere else to sleep for the day out of courtesy for the other band member. Day, not night and it was half way through the morning now so they'd be long gone. That was if they'd turned up at all seeing as they did all have their respective girlfriends to attend to. Doug had that Harper girl, who had succeeded in gaining a reputation worse than Kat's; Damien had a girl too called Jesslyn, a nice one at that and Devon? Well who knew what Devon did. The boy was odd - possibly off with an adventure with the ever notorious cat Mr. Smorky. Luckily they were the only one who had the keys to the place, not even the girlfriends did, so not just anyone could swan on in at whatever time they pleased. They had to knock, and then wait to be let in. Well no, they probably could just kick the door down if they wanted considering that a higher number of the school's population weren't human - but four pissed off vampires banding together would probably make you fix that door. Build it back up yourself with your bare hands and no tools to help you except maybe glue. Splinter, by splinter. Oh yes, revenge could be sweet...except when it affected others adversely, and innocents got hurt.
Such as Christa Gennifer Von Ness. She was a normal teenager, not perfect, didn't claim to be a saint or an angel or anything like that - she was, however, an unusually sweet person the fact of which was magnified when you compared her to the snarkiness and backstabbing nature of many who boarded at this same school. [Except for angels who were just....disturbingly sweet. Any day now they'd be selling miniature plastic versions of themselves and ripping off Barbie ideas]. What was about to happen to that poor girl when she entered the room, wasn't something that she deserved. Not one little bit. She had never done anything to cross anybody let alone Kat, her new found friend - Kat, her werewolf buddy. Her shopping partner in crime. Her party planner. Why? What was going to happen when she entered the room? Kat would be discovered, sooner or later. It was inevitable. When that happened...all hell would break loose.
"Boys, it's just me, Christa."
It was so, so wrong for Kat to be in this room and more importantly that bed, because it meant she had just comitted one of the most unforgivable crimes of all - she'd slept with Darren Hazard, a taken man. Taken by Christa and soon enough the whole world would know of it and she'd be up on the chopping block waiting for judgement that would only be condemnation. The feminine voice, sounding anxious and almost scared, broke the silence and into their dreams. Katarina turned on her side, snuggling into Darren's chest. She was seeing...mice. Big mice. She was one too, and right now she was just munching on a MASSIVE chunk of cheddar cheese; boy did it taste good. What was that familiar voice, thundering from above? Half asleep, she pouted and shook her head a little. "Mmmmm." ..christa...chri..chra...HUH?! CHRISTA?!
"I just wanted to talk to Darren."
OH SHIT. Katarina sprung up out of bed, taking the covers with her out of habit and unrolling Darren a little in the process. "Sorry!" she whispered - speaking she might hear- oh this was bad. Horribly bad like she couldn't express right now not that she even had the time. For a split second she considered checking to see if he was awake but then pure panic took over. Using that crazy extra wolfy supernatural speed that she had for a good cause for once, she kicked her underwear which she could see lying on the floor further so now it was under the bed. Then, her cheeks burning a dark red as she started to become more awake of her nakedness, she scanned the room with anxious hazel eyes for somewhere to hide. Spotting the closet - and not even daring to start thinking a whole torrent about how this was just like every shit cheesy movie she'd ever seen with cheating lovers - in two huge strides she was there. She could hear the sounds of who could only be Darren getting up off the floor and moving. Silently she slipped into the closet, covers and all, and shut it without a sound. Thank god for cleaners who oiled joints regularly. Slowly, oh so slowly back against the wall she slipped down the slight area of the back of the closet there was not covered and sat on the floor of the closet. She shut her eyes...and prayed.
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Post by darren hazard. on Aug 6, 2008 18:21:04 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi never meant the things i said to make you cry and i say that i'm sorry. it's hard to forget and yes i regret all these mistakes. i don't know why you're leaving me but i know you must have your reasons. there's tears in your eyes, i watch as you cry but it's getting late __________________________________________________
Few incoherent words slipped trough his barely opened lips and he stirred slightly immediately regretting the movement he made. The bed was so warm and soft and he really didn't feel like waking up just yet. This was one of those rare dreamless nights he liked so much. They didn't happen that often so he learned to appreciate them and try to make them last longer, much longer than mere twenty four hours. Suddenly he felt like someone put pressure on top of his head and grunted, still not completely awake. This was exactly how those wonderful dreamless nights ended. Process of waking up always turned to be rather nasty. This headache masked as pressure was just the first step. Far worse things were waiting for him now. He pushed his head against the pillow trying to smother the headache which was becoming more and more unbearable by second. Instead of hitting a pillow, side of his head brushed against something what wasn't quite as soft as pillows usually were. His eyelids were too heavy, it was as if someone glued them together and couple attempts to open them failed. To be completely honest, he didn't try that hard. He wanted to stay just like this for as long as that was possible. Even that headache had to give up eventually. Judging by the warmth which was surrounding him, he wasn't alone in this room. Lack of snoring made him realize that other three beds were vacant though. Even in this state of mind, there was no chance that he would manage to miss great noise which snoring of his roommates produced. No, this someone was laying right next to him, a body which was radiating this warmth. He was still far too sleepy to realize how wrong that warmth was and far too tired to move away from it. His bed was usually cold just like his body was, that was when he was sleeping alone. When someone was next to him it wasn't that bad. But even the person to whom the place, in bed next to him, belonged for quite awhile now didn't radiate this amount of warmth. His girlfriend was a vampire as well and therefore, just like him, was cold like marble.
If he was just slightly more observant, he would be able to say that this body didn't belong to his girlfriend. If he didn't empty that bottle of Jack Daniels last night and if he didn't take that shot, he would be able to push this girl out of his room and make her stay away last night despite the condition she was in. Yes, he knew her. They were even friends once. Now they were nothing. What made this situation even worse, she wasn't just some random girl. She happened to be rather close to his girlfriend. If he wanted to compare them... Well, it was kinda hard to compare them. Maybe someone who didn't know either of them well would be able to mistake them for each other. He definitely didn't fit in that group of people. He knew them both exceptionally well. Christa only slightly better than Katarina. Those two didn't belong to same race, Katarina was year older and those were just basics. They had different approach, they talked differently, smiled differently, didn't share same beliefs.. And finally, he loved one of them with all his heart, for other he didn't have any specific feelings. All that was perfectly normal because they were two completely different girls. So how did this happen then? All because ridiculously big dose of alcohol mixed with heroin. If he was normal human being, he would be dead by now. The dose was big enough to kill a horse. Now, finally giving it some effort, he managed to open his eyes. His head was spinning. Actually, whole room and world were spinning. So he simply closed them again for few blissful moments before it happened. It felt like someone was knocking on his own head, causing him barely bearable pain. What had to be so urgent right now? Couldn't it wait?
It took him few moments to register the voice which was coming from the other side of the doors and realize that he knew the voice all too well. His eyes snapped open right in time to see Katarina jumping out of the bed. She managed to pull those sheets so forcefully that she managed to drag him along and knock him out of the bed. He didn't expect this so his collision with the floor didn't end well. He fell right on his back, slamming his head against the, not nearly thick enough, carpet which was covering the wooden floor. It had to hurt like hell but he didn't have the time to register the pain now. This certainly wasn't the proper way to start a day. It was just how it started last night. With a knock on the doors of dorm two hundred and twenty two. Things started going wrong from that moment. No, it was even before that. Whole previous night was just one huge mistake. He cursed himself for deciding to stay in. If he simply went out, just like he always did, none of this would have happened. Ideas, good ideas, were needed now badly. There was no doubt that her scent was still on him, stuck in every pore of his body. There was no way he would be able to hide that from an experienced nose of a vampire and he was painfully aware of that. Whatever he did now, he knew that good explanation simply didn't exist. There wasn't much people were able to say in situations like this one was what would convince someone that it really isn't how it looks. Even if he said that, it would be far from the truth. He knew what he did last night and none of the parts were innocent. He jumped up, instantly forgetting all about dizziness which was his main problem only moments ago and grabbed his trousers. He pulled them on, fighting for balance as he made his way toward the doors. He only caught a glimpse of Kat closing the doors of the closet. She found her shelter and he was out here, forced to face the consequence. With one last look around the room, trying to register was there anything what could help him hide the events, he turned toward the doors. Guilt just started to eat his insides but there was maybe a way to hide this.. If only he'd manage to play it cool.. He ran fingers trough his messy hair, trying to steady it and found the painful spot, mark that remained from his intimate encounter with the floor. No matter how much he delayed, he knew that he has to open the doors. So he went for it, turned the doorknob and there she was. He resisted the urge to pull her in and wrap his arms around her knowing it would be a bad move.
"Hey baby." he greeted with an uneasy smile now finally feeling the pain the fall caused. His hand was still in his hair massaging the painful spot. As he saw the look on her face, her general appearance and all that fidgeting, his arm fell down and rested against his body. It looked like she knew. He didn't know how it was possible but she looked exactly like she knew. Fixing the mask of just awakened, completely innocent person he tried to find the words which died somewhere in his, now completely dry, throat. Finally he managed to ask "What happened?"
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Aug 7, 2008 12:31:01 GMT -5
icons credit to star_icons* christa gennifer von ness ! come on babe why don't we paint the town and all that jazz i'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down and all that jazz start the car i know a whoopee spot where the gin is cold but the piano's hot it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all that jazz . [/color][/font][/center] * [/color] Christa froze for a moment when she saw his face. There was something different about his expression. She expected, or rather hoped, for a sleepy, dazed, and adorable face, or one that was happy to see her. This was … confused, or troubled. She refused to think it was guilt. That little thought she pushed away to the very corner of her mind. Maybe he had a bad dream too. Darren had mentioned a lot of sleepless nights, or ones where he had nightmares. About what, she had wondered at the time, still wondered. What could be so bad to make him feel that way, and why did they keep coming back to, for lack of a better word, haunt him? Nonetheless, the face melted away to that sleepy confused look he most always wore in the early mornings. She let out a breath she didn’t realize that she had held in. Her nerves were too frazzled at the moment to notice the pungent smell of something off in the vampires only dorm room. Emotions flooded through her, relief mixed with stupidity. Why would she think that? What was she thinking; she didn’t have anything to worry about. He wouldn’t do that. She should have trusted him. Even though all this happened in her head, only a second or two had passed. To any onlooker, no one would have noticed the slightly longer than necessary pause that Christa had taken as she quickly thought things through. Vampires, well all supernatural beings actually, had faster reflexes. They perceived time differently. Their senses were sharper as well, sight, smell, taste, touch, and hearing. So it was quite surprisingly that Christa didn’t notice the werewolf scent lingering on his skin until much later. *[/color] “ Um,” she breathed as she got her voice back, “ nothing important. Just a bad dream.” Not wanting to go into too much detail, actually she didn’t want to say anything at all because now it would just sound silly, she stepped in the dorm, looking around. Well none of the boys were here. Guess they stayed out last night, hanging out a bar or with their girlfriends. She was being completely paranoid. Why did her mind race to that conclusion? What type of a girl was she? Couldn’t she have at least come here first before being all obsessive and flying to ideas? What was she thinking? Scolding herself, she smiled at him before walking in some more. Now she felt sort of out of place. Christa wondered if he thought it was weird she was here this early. Of course, it wouldn’t be the first time, but still. Boys did like their sleep. Especially these four. The band: Dougie, Darren, Damien, and Devon. All fantastic guys as well as musicians. Just listening to them play made her feel shabby in return. She played piano, and you could say she played well, but had no where near the amount of talent Damien did. Her fingers could skillfully glide over the ivories, but her mind for composing music drew a huge blank whenever she tried. Basically, she preferred to pick the tunes of her favorite melodies out by ear. And her music ranged far and wide. Sometimes she liked going out and buying sheet music to songs she loved, but other times with the more familiar melodies she just sat there fiddling with notes until she got the right tune. That was something you could do with life too. Fiddle around with things until you get the right outcome. Ask different questions until you get the answer you want. Toggle with options until you get the right combination of all things. Actually you could apply this to almost anything, cooking, mechanics, science, and math. It had a familiar name. Trial and error. *[/color] Spinning around she smiled, a little more relaxed now. “ Don’t worry about it,” she murmured, shaking it off already. Forgetting things was easy. Just don’t think about it. That was where the trouble was. Thoughts tended to have a mind of their own. You couldn’t choose what you thought about, what you dreamt about. You just had to deal with it. But you did try not to think about the things that hurt or the dreams that frightened. This dream would just be another one of those things that she would shelve away in the “do not think about” folder of memories in her mind. “ Hey, wanna go catch breakfast?” she asked as she stood up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. This is when she finally caught the smell. With her nose crinkling, she held him at arm’s length with a confused expression. She recognized the scent immediately. Too many times had she been around it. Werewolf. The connection sparked in her mind as the memory she had stored away popped out of the filing cabinet. Struggling very hard not to start screaming at him to tell her what happened, if anything happened, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth lightly. She tried to sound nonchalant and indifferent as she gave him a chance to explain if it wasn’t what she thought it was. “ Did you go to a party last night with some wolves or something? ‘Cuz you stink, hon.” Years of masking her emotions through a blank voice had made it easier to not show what she was feeling. Though she hadn’t perfected the part where she sounded very blank and like a robot. “ Take a shower before we go, okay?” she said as she backed away and perched on the edge of his bed, “ I’ll wait.” What she meant was “I’ll wait for you to explain” but she cut it off so her charade was a little more inconspicuous. Turmoil conquered her brain. It would only be so long until her actions controlled themselves. Instincts would take over, nothing would be thought through. Think before you act. Think before you act. The words appeared over and over again in her mind. Steadily, she calmed down, and now she was ready and patient. Right? Right, of course. She’d hear him out. Darren would have a good reason, he always did. Most of the time. Now she was basically back to her usual posture. Calm, relaxed, and with a hint of a grin on her face. It certainly didn’t match the tension that was slowly creeping into the room. And now that she had noticed, she was amazed that she hadn’t noticed the scents earlier. The room positively reeked of it. Very, very strange. Yet another question for the lucky Mr. Hazard to answer. Well this was going to be very interesting. 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Post by katarina black. on Aug 17, 2008 11:29:02 GMT -5
x x `` katarina erin black,
[/size][/font] ♥ remember when we scratched our names into the sand and told me you loved me but now that i find that you've changed your mind i'm lost for words, and everything I feel for you i wrote down on one piece of paper the one in your hand, you won't understand
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[/size] [/center] no. of lies ;; 1, 192 wishful thinking ;; woo for long posts lol, although...this one's kinda bad >.< myeh. tag you're it ;; darren m. hazard & christa g. v. ness cooking time ;; baked golden brown we're ready to go. dreamin' in ;; Shorts and a tank top lying on the floor because she is currently wearing nothing but bed covers.
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Oh, shit. Shit shit shit shit. What was wrong with her? Was she fucking insane? Had somebody dropped some pills with some next kind of stuff in them into her glass yesterday? With an foreboding feeling of horror, she leaned even more on the wooden back of the wardrobe, pressing her body into it. But of course; the glass. Not just one glass, it couldn't have been; had to be something more, and stronger than just a couple of beers or whatever. Once she had sworn wild horses wouldn't make her come back to this room ever again, not one foot past the threshold yet here she was right next to a pile of clean boxers all in a pile with intimate contact with one certain Darren Hazard. Her and those boxers, boy did they have something in common...they should make friends or something knowing that one person mutually pretty well. Gaaahhhh. If only someone would shoot her now. Silver bullets galore, let them come and she'd take it gladly with joy; better that than this burning shame she felt in the core of her body, from the tips of her toes to her face where it was causing her cheeks to flush a deep scarlet. So much for that. She'd given in to the most base of desires and usually her self control over her emotions was better than that; she ruled herself by mind and not her heart, usually with an iron hand. Clearly in a past life of some sort she must have taken a reading and had ill fortune, the most terribly bad luck to draw the Fool crossed with the Lovers or something of the sort. It was rare that she regretted a night of great sex so deeply, so vehemently; for she had to admit after a little bit of an unwilling check through what she could remember that it had been amazing. But the consequences of this and the lives entangled with that particular relationship, whether people knew it or not, she knew were going to cost her dear. Back to the beginning. It was extremely difficult, and as she sat there waiting for all hell to break loose as eventually it must, she struggled to go through the visions in her mind of last night. Trying to find the hows, whens, and whys of how on earth she had gotten here.
Back to the glass, the first one. Well actually that depended on how much she'd had overall by the end of it and at what point she'd lost control. She figured that at some point she must have just thought to hell with it and started drinking straight from the bottle. Her roomies being lovely ladies with lives of their own like herself hadn't been in the room, they couldn't have been otherwise it was possible she'd have persuaded them to have a drinking contest and then they'd all be in it together crashed out on the floor in the morning with horrible hangovers. Still, she was a lycan dammit she must have had one heck of a lot and ended up raiding her secret collection hidden in a trunk under the bed. Out of it and she had a feeling that when she got back to her own dorm [well, she hoped she would eventually] she would find an interesting scene to find there. Trying to wet her lips was more difficult than it should have been; it felt like her tongue was superglued to the roof of her mouth and her teeth felt all furry in a way that was just all wrong. Fur on skin? That could be considered normal, at least around the time of the full moon. But fur on her teeth? Well....maybe some poor soul with horribly mutated genes suffered that but not her. She couldn't wait to get out of the place and give her mouth a good scrubbing with her trusty red toothbrush and minty toothpaste. She'd likely end up scrubbing for quite a while to get the taste out her mouth; whiskey, champagne, and the unmistakable taste of vampire. All this time she had been sitting her so still and taking shallow silent breaths it was driving her insane as she was horribly restless inside and as a person. After a quick shower and an optional frappucino she felt like she could run a mile and more, keep going and just not get tired. Well at some point she'd get tired or if mentally that didn't sink in that she'd done enough her body would just give way on her so she'd end up passing out on some godforsaken field in the middle of nowhere. If only she was an Olympian runner as she knew some of the students in the school were training to be, having missed out on the Beijing spectacle for one reason or another but determined to make it to London come two thousand and twelve. At least then when she blacked out she'd be far, far away from any place that anyone knew her. Only way they'd find her then was if someone freaked about where the hell she'd gone [most likely jake; he cared the most and also had the most endurance] and took after her.
Focus, Kat, focus. Mentally shaking her head, she pulled herself out of the tiny secret place into her mind where she'd withdrawn so as not to have to focus too much on the here and now so that she could listen to what was actually going on. Darren must absolutely stink of wolf all over so despite everything she had a sadistic interest in hearing what kind of excuse that he might come up with. She zoned back in just in time to hear Christa ask if he'd partied with some wolves last night...or something. Aha, there was always the 'something'. Christa wasn't stupid she should realise pretty fast what had happened - even if he had partied with some wolves that was no reason for him to have their scent all over him. Let alone the feminine fragrance that would be mixed in with the wolfy scent. He could have been in a fight with one maybe, but there were no marks on his body to indicate anything of the sort as claws tended to leave deeper marks which took longer to heal. Take a shower yadda, I'll wait -for you to explain, Kat couldn't help adding on in her mind. It was what she would have said. The gossiping part inside her which absolutely adored hearing stuff like this especially first hand was practically squaking like a squirrel that had been given crack and was now in danger of exploding. Drey hd once explained to her why that particular experiment would be extremely bad, with a few sciency words thrown in that she hadn't understood but she'd gotten the general gist of it. But every part of her that had a shred of decency just felt sorry for Christa, pity in it's purest form.
She too, along with Christa, waited to hear what Darren had to say for himself.
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Post by darren hazard. on Aug 29, 2008 17:44:33 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi never meant the things i said to make you cry and i say that i'm sorry. it's hard to forget and yes i regret all these mistakes. i don't know why you're leaving me but i know you must have your reasons. there's tears in your eyes, i watch as you cry but it's getting late __________________________________________________
Last fragments of warmth were disappearing from his body with an unusual, increasing speed. His head was spinning once again but for all different reasons this time. Funnily enough, the first picture which came to his mind was the one of Audrey banging her head against the desk. This was one of those situations. It almost made him laugh. Almost. And he would laugh if Katarina wasn't hiding in the closet right now and if he didn't stink. At any other time, Christa being here and him being only half dressed would be extremely good thing. No, not even banging his head against a desk or brick wall wouldn't help right now. His mind was working against him as well. It was blissfully empty. He rarely ran out of things to say. There was always some stupid joke he was able to pull out of his sleeve, like an ace, when silence became awkward. It was a talent really. He would make an idiot out of himself, what wasn't anything new, but at least he'd break the awkwardness and make people laugh. In most cases that worked. He couldn't picture himself doing that now. With Christa things were always different. Her eyes and the way she was looking at him made him feel like she was reading his mind like an opened book. He knew that she couldn't do it, years of practice made him sure that no one, not one living nor dead soul could do it and yet, he had the feeling. He tried to convince himself that there was no possible way that she knew what happened, but the fact that she showed up this early, out of the blue, didn't help with that. Right now, all those mornings which would welcome him with headache and sweat and usually included waking from one or after more really bad nightmares didn't seem so bad. He despised those mornings but this was by far the worst morning he experienced in his entire lifetime and he just knew it was about to become even worse.
So, as she passed by him and walked inside he ran out of options. It was only a matter of time. If he, in his sleepy and still half drunken state, was able to tell that it was obvious that a werewolf was here not too long ago then she was definitely able to say the same. She didn't even look sleepy. He didn't doubt in the story about the bad dream but it did give her perfect excuse to come over. He knew that she wouldn't lie to him. Finally realizing that it was him, and not one of her girl friends, to whom she ran to after waking from a bad nightmare was... well painful. He was this close to asking what was the dream about but he knew that she was currently focusing on the details around. It was way too late to open the windows and try to make the smell disappear. Besides that, if he even tried to approach to the window now, sunlight would burn him or at least leave few ugly and painful marks. It was sad that he thought that was better option than explaining. His hand flew up to his hair again, nesting over the painful spot unconsciously. It was then, in that very moment, that she decided to make the distance between them non existent. He closed his eyes and waited knowing that the realization will dawn on her before she closes the space completely. He didn't open them even when he felt the cold air colliding with his bare chest, the movement that her sudden pulling back movement caused. For a moment he childishly hoped that if he kept his eyes closed for long enough, it would all disappear. Since Christa's voice was still well real, yeah, it wasn't happening. Anyone who knew him, even heard of him, knew that Darren Hazard and werewolves didn't mix. It was a common belief, fact, that vampires and werewolves couldn't be the best of friends but he took that on whole new level. He just stayed away from them or maybe they stayed away from him, both sides knew that any possible collision would possibly be lethal. At times he was slow, yeah, but he wasn't nearly slow enough not to catch the meaning behind Christa's words. Party including with werewolves inside the dorm two hundred and twenty two was less likely than Bolton Wanderers winning UEFA cup. Any football freak would know how impossible that was.
Maybe he still had an option. He was pretty amazing liar, he was able to come up with one in a heartbeat and he wouldn't feel bad about it. He wouldn't feel bad about it if there was any other person staring at him right now, he was way too used to telling her the truth. Astounding and surprising but the truth was, he never lied to her. Not once. So that option was out of question and it wasn't like she would buy any stupid explanation he was able to come up with now. Again possessed with childish beliefs, he barely restrained the urge to walk over to the closet and check was there any chance that Katarina maybe disappeared. He didn't think that he ever hated her more. If he wanted to be completely honest, which he didn't, he would have to confess that he never hated her. He never loved her either, she was just out there, floating in the space between. But right now, in this very moment, he really did hate her. So much more than he thought it was possible. From the only acceptable werewolf, she turned into the worst. Actually, he pretty much thought that strangling her would be the best feeling ever. How sad was that the only reason why he was willingly spending time around her was Christa? She was still there, still waiting for answers and he knew that she won't leave or let him leave before she got them. His mind was waving with white flag and he knew that the moment of truth has come. He sighed and not moving from the spot, he finally managed to tear his eyes from the window and look at her. "Listen, I.." he tried, not quite sure how to start. Speaking wasn't always the easiest thing, words, his best allies betrayed him too. Finally finding his voice, he tried again. "No. It wasn't a party." Now he really wished that he could've just ended it there but that wasn't an option either. Truth was the only option he had and hope that she would understand. He doubted that she would though and this guilt which was still eating his insides was agreeing with the doubt. Now finally letting the pain he was feeling show, he only managed to say "I didn't want this to happen..." before his voice betrayed him completely. His eyes were pretty much begging her to forgive him, to understand. If she knew what happened and if that made her come here, then she also had to know what he meant by saying those words. He looked her in the eyes, trying to somehow make her see everything what was passing trough his head, show her how much he loved her and how guilty he felt, all at once.
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TAG;; christa von ness && katarina black CHAT;; so sorry for the lateness.. but look, in return you get, one sucky post? =P STATUS;; complete || incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1229 words OUTFIT;; [trousers]
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Oct 12, 2008 20:00:45 GMT -5
icons credit to star_icons* christa gennifer von ness ! she never slows down she doesnt know why but she knows that when shes all alone feels like its all coming down she won't turn around the shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear the tears will not stop raining down [/color][/font][/center] * [/color] The petite brunette vampire felt like she was watching a movie. Drama, drama, drama. She knew the exact voice those words would be uttered in, too. The macho and amazingly hot guy in the movie had just slipped up after getting the girl he had always dreamed of. The girl that he had known for a while, but had just claimed as his own. After the relationship had moved along and was going great, he had to go and kick that stone and roll it downhill. Way, way downhill and gaining speed. Why cheating, huh? Why not something a little less ... hurtful? This was the scene where the afore mentioned girlfriend finally gets a clue that things are not as perfect as they had seemed to be. Things were not going as planned. They were not going to get married, have children, and live happily ever after. Nope, their hopeful relationship was about to crash and burn. So what line came next in this awkward yet heartbreaking scene? Which one would be chosen for the girl? "Wow, I can't believe I ever fell for you you worthless piece of shit!" Nope, a little to overboard, plus it wasn't really true when you put it in context. Speaking of context, Christa finally slammed back into the scene as that poor girlfriend. Now it was her turn to utter something. Darren's apologetic face made her feel a little shocked. Her heart started to pick up and beat faster and faster until her pulse pounded in her ears. On the outside though, she was still unmoved, frozen and tense. Licking her lips slowly, she let her eyes wander around his face, searching for some kind of shred of evidence that she was just crazy, and he was crazy, and this was just all a crazy joke or some sorts. But at his words, and at what she saw next, she kind of ... exploded. *[/color] Christa had scared herself a little when she turned numb. Wasn't she supposed to scream, throw things, get MAD? But here she was, still sitting on his bed. The bed that had changed her life one night. Funny how she was on in it now and her life was changing all over again. This time, it wasn't so pleasant. She had spotted a white tank top that looked familiar to her for some reason. As she waited for him to spit out whatever crap he had to say for himself (still hoping it would redeem him), she found herself examining the white fabric that contrasted with the rug it laid on, half covered. She was pretty sure by now it wasn't a wifebeater that one of the boys threw on the ground. The shoulders didn't match what a wifebeater's looked like anyways. It was more ... what was the word? In a click, it came to Christa: feminine. Right as she formed the idea, Darren confirmed it once and for all. To hear the actual words come from his mouth just snapped her. Though he didn’t exactly straight forwardly say and admit that he had been cheating, the implications his words held were more than enough to erase all doubts she had been hanging onto dearly. If she were human, her cheeks would have been tomato red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Was she the only one who had fallen for this joke, this lie? Had she just been living in a bubble of oblivious happiness? Well, it had been great, and she was gonna make whoever popped that fine bubble pay. And her senses told her that this foolish soon to be victim was still in the closet five feet away from her. Christa (lucky girl) had even caught the two. Wow, how ironic. Her dream was true. That made it even worse. She didn’t know which one she would have preferred: knowing that this was going on, or waiting an hour or two or three more before rushing over here and gone on living in that perfect bubble of bliss. With what was going through her mind right now, she wouldn’t mind not knowing at the moment. Not finding out like this anyways. If it had to happen, she would have liked Darren, it even hurt to think his name, to come out and told her. *[/color] Christa Gennifer von Ness was not in any way in a merciful mood at the moment. She had a right to be angry and stomping around intent on causing bodily harm to a certain person. It almost seemed like she flew across the room, intending to throw every cuss word she knew at the girl sitting, hopefully terrified, in a dark corner of a dark closet. Her enhanced abilities allowed her to cross the room in less than a second after shooting a disappointed and dagger throwing glare at her now ex boyfriend. Wrapping her petite hands that had fallen oh so perfectly in Darren's countless times around the little metal knobs at the door, she mentally prepared herself to put forth the biggest and strongest fight she had ever put forth. A pacifist at heart, most of the time, Christa disliked fighting in general. Though she could be a fiery ball of chaos when she wanted, her little frame and lack of strength (compared to many of her non human friends) was small. The only thing that boosted her abilities even more than what normal vampires had was her sin. The envious part kicked in a little after being stuffed lethargically to the back of her mind. Her time as being the only source of light in Darren's life, or so she thought and heard many many times, had helped her overcome those tendencies to covet what she didn't have and always believe she could never be good enough for anyone or anything. But now, the only thing that overshadowed that feeling that once again she wasn't exactly what someone wanted was the need to let out this hurt and frustration. She flung open the doors, the first few words ready to fly from her lips and her fist was already balled in preparation to make things physical if necessary. Instead, all that built up verbage dissolved into a high pitched squeak-like scream type of thing. Whatever it was, it was not what she expected. Which was exactly how she felt about what she saw. One of her now closest friends, Katarina Black, huddled in a corner with only a blanket to cover her. Christa felt her eyes widen and a feeling of incredulous understanding went through her. She remembered that white tank top now: it was the one she and Kat bought while on a shopping trip a few days ago. The brunette vampire slowly took one step back, then two and stumbled awkwardly with one hand over her mouth, still wishing that she was still dreaming, safe in he bed. 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