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Post by katarina black. on Dec 26, 2007 14:33:32 GMT -5
status: incomplete/complete tag: darren && later christa chat: take in a stray doll ~.^ word count: 848 attire:
Tank Top Shorts Slippers
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Long locks of dark chocolate brown hair fell in a curtain over her face, obscuring the features of the girl who was sitting on the four poster bed cross legged. Her breathing was loud in the empty dorm room, ragged and heavy as she clenched eyelids tightly shut in a firm unwillingness to let even a single tear escape. The light of a silvery waning moon filtered through the cream curtains, bathing the room in a soft ivory haze. The past full moon brought memories to mind, of a certain dark haired wolf of the male variety. He had been her companion on what was usually a solitary night, and run with her answering her prayers just like some twisted type of angel. Angels - she would always be suspicious of them, but by his scent he hadn't been one of them. She had wanted to be with someone so badly that night that she'd been unusually quick to let her guard down...she wasn't yet sure of whether she would regret that or not.
Her bare arms and legs were on display, but it didn't matter as there was no one around to see. Her arms cradled a bottle in her hand, a tall glass one that looked like it had been sitting there for a long time. If she had been driving instead of being up here and a cop had caught her speeding, the test for alcohol would have showed her up to be undeniably drunk no matter how seemingly composed her appearance might have been to outsiders. The feeling of depression was felt like a physical sickness, the pain practically causing her very heart to ache and a paralyzing imagined sort of pain spreading throughout her every limb.
She took a deep shuddering breath before lifting the bottle up to her lips, knocking it back. The amber liquid flowed down and out, making it's way through and down her throat at speed. She swallowed hard, not stopping to catch her breath until she'd drunk the very last drop. The refreshing liquid was a warm sensation that was making itself felt, calming and soothing. She ran a tongue over her lips, absorbing even the taste with a familiar craving that was just about satisfied - for now. A cloud like feeling settled over her emotions, caressing her troubled mind but even so it still hadn't managed to drown out the utter terrible loneliness that was still reaching out through it all. Reaching out as if it had claws, just like the bogeyman, that she regarded with the same irrational fear as a child is afraid of what may be lurking underneath his bed at bedtime when the lights have gone out.
A small whimper escaped her lips, and she shook her head murmuring the same word under her breath again and again. Nonononononono... Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stuffed a cork in the top of the empty bottle and rolled it as carefully as she could under the bed with all the other empty bottles. There was a quiet clink as the bottle came to a stop by hitting another in one of the many rows of the same which lay hidden. She nodded to herself, satisfied that it was out of sight and making a note in the back of her mind to dispose of the whole lot of them at a later date.
Katarina got up, standing confident on her own two feet - and then promptly stumbled as she tried to take a step forward as if she'd fallen over something if it wasn't for the fact that there was nothing to trip over. Her arms flung out, she steadied herself by holding onto the bed posts. She took a couple of deep breaths, and tried again. This time, she succeeded and if it wasn't for the slight stagger in her steps you'd think that she was stone cold sober. Her gaze flickered down wards seeing something, and she realized that it was a half empty packet of chewing gum. She would need that. Popping one out and into her mouth. Chewing it and letting the minty freshness sweeten her breath, she put on her slippers and then silently slipped out the door.
The brunette didn't bother with any light switches, and padded quietly down the dark corridor with her hands moving across the walls using them to guide her like a blind man. She soon passed the red marker which pointed out the divide between the girls dorms and the forbidden boys dorms...as was her intention. She was going to get rid of this loneliness tonight even if it killed her. Right now as of this moment she was on the hunt for some company, of the cuddly variety and it sure as hell wasn't going to be female. Stopping after she had gone on a fair while, she raised a fist and knocked on one of the doors not even taking in what number it was although even if she had seen she probably wouldn't have cared.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 27, 2007 9:36:30 GMT -5
christa von ness ;; [/font][/b] time stands still for her[/font][/right] tags;; darren && kat status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 762 chat;; taking me longer than i'd hoped ... attire;; [ top && shorts && flip flops && sweatshirt ] ___________________________________________________ Alone. In a sense. Christa was actually alone this night. The rest of her roommates were out partying, and seeing as it wasn't morning yet, they certainly weren't going to be back anytime soon. All three of them gone was certainly surprising. Harper was off with Dougie doing heaven knows what. Petunia was off ... somewhere. Christa didn't really know Petunia, even though they were dormmates. Events just didn't occur where they got a chance to connect. It didn't bother her, there'd be plenty of time later. Marina, a character in just the name, was somewhere too. That was the most surprising. Usually, she would hit the hay early and start sobbing in her sleep. Marina didn't know that she did that, but Christa often stayed up late into the night, just staring out at space, listening to the feeble sounds around her, her eyes glazing over as she either reflected over her day or made plans for tomorrow.
But tonight, it was neither. The subject of her thoughts was Darren. This boy was infatuating her. She couldn't get him out of her mind. But, she didn't mind too much. It was nice. Not bothersome, not annoying, not stressing. Quite the opposite actually. Peaceful, serene, calming, sending warm and tingling sensations throughout her. He made her smile. She knew he'd be there for her. A random question flitted through her mind. What was he doing? Probably not laying in bed thinking about her, that Christa was pretty sure of. He wasn't lame like her. She scoffed at herself. What was she doing here? There was some party somewhere, why wasn't she going to go crash it? Instead, she was some lovesick vampire, wasting away, if that was possible, in her dorm. Alone.
Tossing and turning, Christa tried to fall asleep. It was harder than it seemed. Vampires didn't need too much sleep. It was just a habit they'd picked up to try and blend in with the incomparable humans. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to slip into a dreamy state of bliss. Of ignorance. A state to where morning appears in a snap. Her blankets were pulled up to her chin, covering her whole body. The silence was slightly unnerving. It was frustrating. The only thing she could hear was ... actually, she couldn't hear anything. Not a single, bloody thing. It was completely and utterly silent. Not a racket to be heard, not an animal's scutter to be noticed, not someone's whispers to be caught.
But then there was! But the noise was strange, just the softest sound of padding feet. Who the hell was trying to walk around silent around at this hour? Usually, it would be some loud, drunken, booze-filled person who stumbled through, making a ruckus. Having a silent, sneaky girl sneak out of the girls' side of the dorms wasn't too rare, but it didn't happen quite that often. But, as unusual as the event was, Christa didn't let her mind dawdle on the subject. It wasn't too important. Not anything that she should investigate into. Christa finally sat up in bed. It was useless. Maybe if she took a late night walk herself. Would that help? But, she didn't really feel like going somewhere for a walk for no reason. What would be her excuse for a midnight escapade? She wracked her brains, trying to think up an excuse.
Light bulbs. Used for providing light to a room or building, but it's also used as a symbol that someone got a genius idea in cartoons. Christa deserved a light bulb over her head. She finally found her reason to steal away out of her dorm for a few moments. She'd write an invitiation to Darren asking him to meet her outside her dorm in the morning so they could go out and eat breakfast. She'd slip it under his dorm door so he'd find it first thing in the morning. Well, not first thing obviously, maybe after he got ready to go out to breakfast himself. That'd make it easier, and she wanted him to have a good night's sleep. Plus, they didn't see each other too often anymore, so this would be an opportune time to fix that. Throwing her covers off of her thin body, Christa slipped on a big sweatshirt that someone very forgettable had given her and ran over to her personal desk. Sliding out a drawer, she quicky grabbed a purple pen and some paper. With a smile on her face, she started to pen the note. Dear Darren ... [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 28, 2007 21:28:06 GMT -5
darren HAZARD;;
TAGS;; katarina black && christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 753 CHAT;; and so it begins... ATTIRE;; [outfit]
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It wasn't the best of nights. Not even close. If everything went the way he planned it, he'd be out tonight partying in some pub. Most likely the first one he'd run on to. He'd be anywhere but here. It was pretty much strange that someone was in the dorm. All four dorm occupants rarely spent evenings in the dorm. Actually, they weren't spending much time there at all. It was just a place where they sometimes slept and not even that was a rule. Instead he got back here early in foul mood. He wasn't even sure why he felt this way. None of his roommates were in the room. He was all alone. Dougie was off to see Harper, Damien was probably with Jess and Devon... Well, he had no idea where Devon was. Probably in some random adventure with Mr. Smorky. Darren rolled his eyes as he remembered Devon's cat. It was amazing how something so little could be so evil. It found satisfaction in eating their shoes and it especially liked Dougie's. No one knew what was the reason for that though. All shoes were pretty much smelly. The cat obviously didn't have good taste. And here he was. Thinking about bloody cat. His thoughts were so messed up that not even he was too sure what he was thinking about.
It was all because of that shot he took earlier. He believed it would help him. And it did for about fifteen minutes. Then his mood returned. It was struggling to take him over. Now, besides bad mood, he had this weird hallucinations. He saw a shadow in the distant corner of the room. For just one moment the shadow looked like a person. He had to blink to make sure. Just as he opened his eyes again, the shadow changed it's form and now it looked like shadow of some gigantic flower. He didn't go to investigate. Instead he pulled all things out of his closet, trying to find another precious dose of the drug he became so addicted to. No, this wasn't the first time he was taking double dose. It was happening rarely but it was in fact happening. It was just the moment. He wanted something what would raise him. Maybe even make him get out of here and have some fun. He didn't find anything but empty pockets and almost full bottle of Jack Daniels. How it survived Damien was beyond him. Mr. Jack was always good company though so in that moment Darren really didn't care to whom that bottle belonged. He found it so now it was all his.
Sixty minutes passes in blissful oblivion. Bottle was almost empty and Darren just started feeling better. His legs stopped holding him though so he felt back on his bed and lazily crawled out of his clothes. Warmth of the sheets welcomed him and he closed his eyes ready for whatever sleep brought to him. Dizziness took him over but he didn't feel sick. He was beyond that. This meant that he was only slightly drunk. He was vampire after all. A vampire with high alcohol tolerance. It was the combination of the drug and alcohol which brought this upon him. He rolled over and put the pillow over his head. Sleep just wasn't coming to his eyes. He wasn't used to sleep this early. He rarely went into bed before two am at least. The moments of that blissful oblivion passed and now he was just stirring in the bed, trying to make himself feel at least bit more comfortable. Just as his muscles finally relaxed he heard a knock. Followed by another. And another. His eyes snapped open. He tried to ignore it for couple moments but it just wasn't working. Finally realizing that it was coming from the doors, he got up. It took him awhile. Pure chaos was still ruling in his head and his moves were slow, inarticulate. In that moment he really didn't care that he was only in his boxers. That someone who was knocking was either someone who already saw him in this stage or someone he needed to scare away. It worked both ways. He opened the doors ready to attack. "What the hell..." he stopped in the mid sentence. There was Katarina Black standing in front of him. The very last person he expected to find there. His voice was becoming more and more quieter as he finished the question "... are you doing here?"
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Post by katarina black. on Jan 12, 2008 7:08:05 GMT -5
status: incomplete/complete chat: let's get this started then. word count: 866 attire:
{tanktop&shorts&slippers}
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Tonight she had been alone in her dorm, something that she was gratful for. She did indeed like her dormies and all but letting them see her have any kind of breakdown was definitely not one the things that was on her to do list. No not a breakdown, she refused to call it that. Her slight lapse into melancholy maybe, self pity. Loneliness. Whatever you wanted to call it. Iris had someone, it was obvious by the way that sometimes you saw her zoning out for a few minutes or so with that light dreamy look that as a girl you were unaware of and was just screaming tht you were thinking abut what else but a boy. Arianna had had a thing going on with Jordan a few years back and she suspected that that was still going on or at the very least she certainly still had feelings for him. Strange how a demon and vampire shared the same lastname but were in no any relation to each other.
Of course, she didn't need a man to make her feel like a real woman. She didn't need anybody to complete her, and all this stuff called Love that people talked about she personally thought was a whole load of crap. If you thoght about it realistically, who the hell had any kind of fairytale relationship nowadays? No one, that's right absolutely no one. Perhaps Kat was being somewhat cynical about it all but she'd love to find someone anyone who could prove her wrong and hadn't just yet becuse each time they had offered their own relationships up [romantic fools] which didn't work because sooner or later that would fall apart. The only reason that she didn't poke them in the chest and say 'I told you so' becaue they were already an emotional wreck from having broken up and as a good friend it wasn't her job to make them feel even worse.
Earlier in the evening, a certain song had been playing over on her CD player with the words of the song haunting her mind. 'Dark Carnival' by Vanessa Carlton. Lately, she had grown wistful. Sick of watching all of those other sweet couples blind to their impending heartbreak, sick of not being able to take a walk in a park without passing two lovers so entangled in each other that it was like the whole of the outside world didn't exist. Sick of being with random guys that she'd met at parties, going out with them once and then ending it because relationships didn't really mean a thing and she didn't trust herself. There was the chance that she would let it go on for far too long, letting her guard down and susceptible to pain. She had had that happen to her once, and she had no intention of ever letting that happen again.
Katarina was feeling distraught, because she hadn't even been able to find the picture of her first true lover. The person that she had honestly believed to be The One. He had torn her apart, unravelling her right at the seams and at the heart of who and what she was. She had kept his photograph close to her ever since, there to be a constant reminder not to make the same mistake ever again. She had rebuilt herself up since then, but now none of that meant anything to her as that terrible loneliness pressed on her so hard like it never had before. She wanted, no needed someone to fil that empty gap in her life like she had never needed so much before. What Katarina Black wanted, Katarina Black got.
So now here she was, knocking at the door of a stranger who could be anyone. Wolf, vampire, demon or angel she didn't gave two shits as long as she got what she wanted this night. But then when the door opened, it turned out to be someone who she had never expected to come across although really it seemed that Fate was conspiring against her.
Darren Hazard.
No matter. Kat was getting what she wanted this night, and her mind was a little on the fuzzy side currently. There was something important about him, something that she should know before she went ahead. An image of a girl floated in her mind for a few moments, with brown hair just like her own but she couldn't make out the face. It wasn't clear enough and its relevance was lost on her being as smashed as she was. Her amber eyes loked up at him for a couple of moments, remembering. "Looking for some company," she said with a small smile, dimples showing with that same smile that had disarmed so many in the past as she brought up one arm to rest slightly on his shoulder. "Darling, don't tell me I'm not...welcome?" she asked, making a mock-look of hurt appear on her face as she slowly began to walk around him brushing up her bare skin against him. "Because you see," she said, going up on her tiptoes behind him as she whispered softly into his ear, "there were things I had in mind".
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 17, 2008 18:48:59 GMT -5
darren HAZARD;;
TAGS;; katarina black && christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 853 CHAT;; well look who finally posted... ATTIRE;; [outfit]
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An impostor was the last thing he needed now. That someone just guessed the right moment. If the knocking didn't occur, he'd be sound asleep by now. The room was peaceful seeing as there was no living nor dead person around to disturb him. He was drunk enough to feel happy about it, the bad mood was slowly melting as well under the influence of the drug and nothing was standing on his way. Warmth of the sheets welcomed him and he was ready to drown into that blissful oblivion which welcomed him. He even managed to find right, comfortable position after all that turning and stirring. This was good chance to get some decent sleep. That didn't happen for few weeks at least. His sleeping habits were messed up. He liked to sleep and he slept a lot. Whenever he had the chance to and lately he didn't have that chance too often. It was a good thing that it lately became obvious that he didn't really need that much sleep after all. If he did he wouldn't be able to function at all. Three to five hours was optimal time. Anything over that was extremely good. People used weekends to catch up with their studies, he was using them to catch some sleep. This was the perfect opportunity. And then it happened. He didn't expect anyone to show up, anyone wasn't supposed to show up. People were supposed to be out tonight. Just like he was supposed to. He didn't want anyone to see him in this condition. He looked far from impressive and his bad mood returned so he wasn't good company either. If the random impostor was, for example Christa, this would turn into complete disaster. He didn't think about this till the moment he turned the doorknob and opened the doors. It was pure luck that he didn't stumble and knock anything over on his way. He was clumsy as hell. That explained all broken artifacts which now laid on the bottom of the closet, it as well explained why practically nothing, besides randomly placed bottles and windows, in the room had been made from glass. Darren Hazard was walking disaster, true to his last name.
It was obvious that her appearance shocked him. Sure, he didn't expect anyone but from the people he didn't expect she was the one he expected to see least. That didn't make sense even in his mind. She didn't just look familiar, he recognized her so that had to mean that he still didn't lose it completely. Though her face was somehow fuzzy and colorful. Maybe it was just him. The room was in the dark so this light which was coming from the hall blinded him. He had to raise his hand to shield his eyes because he didn't see right. That hand didn't help much though. A shadow came up and covered her face so for one moment he wondered was that really her. She didn't say anything for couple moments so he started thinking that maybe he just thought that he heard knocking and maybe shadows were playing with him right now. Maybe there was no one in the hall. He wasn't in condition to tell things apart. If it really was her, what was she doing here? Out of all places in the world why did she have to stumble in here? How did she know which one of the dorms was his? All those questions ran trough his mind in just one second and he again felt dizzy. Just as he seriously started considering to slam the doors shut and try to go back to sleep he heard a voice. It didn't quite sound like hers but it was enough to convince him.
Her words didn't make too much sense, to him at least. Some company? That wasn't easy to find around here tonight. A pub or some equally crowded place would be much better solution. This part of the building was usually noisy place. Judging by the non existent sounds, the two of them were possibly the only ones around. And she was... What the hell was she doing? He unwillingly shivered under her warm fingers. Warmth was something he didn't feel for awhile now. He forgot how it felt and it surely felt nice. He didn't know what this was or what she was trying to do but she needed to stop right away. Though he couldn't just kick her out. He wasn't even sure what to tell her. His brain suddenly stopped working like it reached overload stage. That shiver proved that he wasn't able to control his body anymore either. Somehow he had to make her leave. How... That he didn't know. "Things?" he echoed. He couldn't be sure what those things were but he had pretty good idea. Play dumb was his best bet right now. Slowly, trying not to lose balance, he turned around and faced her. Maybe it was funny thought, but he didn't feel too safe with her behind his back. "Are you sure that you're in the right dorm?"
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Post by katarina black. on Jan 20, 2008 4:25:36 GMT -5
status: incomplete/complete chat: I DID IT. word count: 849 attire:
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Right now she was on her tiptoes, behind him with her hands resting on his shoulders and standing nearly indecently close with her bare skin barely brushing his. Maybe it was that alcohol talking but this was always exactly where she liked to be when dealing with a man; in a position of power. Whether or not they had a girlfriend and whatever their conscience might be telling them every single time her victim's own body betrayed them. She didn't blame them, just thought them weak for it. It was hard to resist her when she used all of her charisma to draw someone in and it always worked whether the other person originally wanted it or not. By the end of it all, she would have them on their knees screaming her name because that was just the type of girl she was and what she could do. Darren wasn't somebody that she had ever tried this on, and those two facts combined - that she hadn't done this before not with him, and just him being there at all - made her just the slightest little bit anxious, her confidence in herself wavering for a few moments as various thoughts ran through her head. But she soon righted herself. Some people said that she was worse than a friggin' peacock and that her ego was huge enough to be put down in the Guiness Book of World Records. As she saw it, there was absolutely no harm in having a healthy dose of self esteem and it certainly didn't affect her ability to make friends easily so there was nothing wrong with her.
Memories were flowing in her mind's eye like a camera clip all in the space of the time as she began speaking to him. How they had first met...bumped into each other in the cafeteria or something like that. Or had it been class? Something like that, something out of the ordinary and they had got talking. How different things could've been today if only... But then again it was his fault. She had told herself that again and again, that it hadn't been her who had ended the friendship so that there was absolutely no way that she should feel guilty when she had never done anything wrong. He had stopped calling, started sitting at another table with a group of people neither of them knew very well. Clearly he didn't want her around him anymore, and she hadn't been able to understand it. She had tried a few times but didn't have the heart to continue something that wasn't working and was definitely one-sided. It had been the first, only, and last time that someone had ever tried to ...just terminate their friendship with her. People did not do that to Katarina Black, and yet he had. She had resented him so long for doing this, for no obvious reason. What took the piss the most was the fact that she hadn't even done anything wrong. He wasn't worth the effort and so over time Darren Hazard had become just another passing face in the corridors, one of those she barely even glanced at let alone offer a smile.
In her subconcious mind, maybe this was how she had stumbled upon his dorm and not anothers. Maybe this was how even f she didn't know it she was getting payback for all those years ago. It couldn't have been the fact that she was a werewolf. She had known for about a week until it twigged that he must be a vampire but she hadn't really cared. She didn't let those things bother her despite what her parents said, although she was still far more suspicious of blood suckers than she ever was of a packmate. So here she was, with someone who she couldn't remember whether or not had a girlfriend and really didn't care one way or the other. She would get what she wanted. She had ambition and enough want to get the thing she wished in life. Like an acting job, she planned to be an actress in future not only that but to be one of the best. A-list, maybe not yet but she would certainly get there sooner or later and before the age of 30 for sure.
All of these thoughts flashed through her mind as slowly, oh so slowly he turned to face her. Take a look at that cute face, maybe she should have done this long before if it hadn't been for extenuating circumstances. Oh. So he was deciding to play dumb - didn't work, but then could make things more interesting. She smiled, leaning in forward in a way that would make it look like an accident that he could see right down her top. Her hands travelled from his shoulders to his face, never leaving his body as she stroked his cheek with a slender finger."Oh...I think I'm in the right room alright," she whispered, letting one hand rest on his chest and taking her time let it drop further, and further down.
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Post by darren hazard. on Feb 18, 2008 1:38:25 GMT -5
darren HAZARD;;
TAGS;; katarina black && christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 846 CHAT;; this one sucks big time, but we need to move on so *shrug* ATTIRE;; [outfit]
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Why he wasn't able to snap out of it? What exactly happened? Blankness. He suddenly became unable to remember a thing. He even had to look around to figure where he was. Luckily, just one glance was enough for him to realize that he was in his room. Though, this company he had confused him. Was that really her? He knew her name, it was... K something. Screw it. She was the werewolf girl. That was the part he remembered. Scent of her blood said it all, helped him remember. It was the bad blood. He planned to say something on the subject but he found out that he couldn't form sentence properly. No matter how hard he tried, kept repeating it in his head, it kept sounding funny. He chuckled under his breath, for a moment completely unaware that he's not alone. It was extremely hard to forget that she was there though. It was the stage he was in. If he was sober, this would've looked much different. Then again, if he was, there was no way she would ever enter this dorm. However, for the time being, his mind was unable to reach, then process that piece of information. He let her slide in. Actually, she slid in even before he realized that she wanted inside. He would've let her. She looked pretty. Her fingers were warm and she smelled nice. Besides that hideous scent her blood was producing that was, but he was able to ignore that. As well she reminded him of someone. Someone he liked. He couldn't place the image though. It was distant and blurry and he didn't feel like thinking right now.
Those warm fingers touched him again and his head fell back. He wasn't able to control this. His senses were currently screwed. It was so easy to mess with him right now. The best part of it - he was completely unaware what was going on. Katarina... Yes! Katarina, that's right. At least he managed to remember the name. Well she was standing there when he opened the doors and now she was inside the dorm, standing dangerously close to him. In some other situation, she would probably have to fear for her life. This amount of warmth was something Darren didn't get to fully experience for awhile now. If he felt just a bit stronger, he would definitely attack her. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to restrain himself in the last moment. Werewolf blood wasn't something highly reccomendable. As her hand started it's way down his chest, he took a step back. There was a battle going on in his head. Her touch felt so good, her fingers were so warm. He missed that warmth, didn't even know how much until she touched him. Wasn't even able to remember the last time he felt it. He wanted the taste of it, this small dose wasn't nearly enough. But he felt that this isn't right. Hence that step back he took.
He wasn't entirely sure why it wasn't right though. There was this feeling inside of him which was forcing him to reject her. She still didn't offer him an explanation. Didn't explan why was this the dorm she was looking for. He doubted that she was looking for him. Even in this state, he was able to tell that she wasn't someone who visited the dorm two hundred and twenty two often. Actually, he wasn't able to remember that he ever saw her around here. Then again, he wasn't able to remember anything in this very moment. So, maybe she was looking for one of the guys. Generally, he knew everything about lives of his roommates, but this blankness took him over and this closeness between the warmth of her body and his coldness didn't really help either. But for a moment he managed to escape it, moved away from her. It was just a moment though. His back touched something cold. The fact that he was only able to make slow moves saved him now. Otherwise this hit would leave nasty bruise. He touched a wall. How did a wall end up here was a mystery. One glance was enough for him to realize that the whole room started looking weird. It was all wrong. Left was right, up was down. Whole world turned upside down. His eyes fell back on her. There was no doubt, she looked so bloody good. Despite the weirdness of the room they were both standing in. Again he felt the weakness taking over. He leaned back on that wall. It was already there so it might as well serve some purpose. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, trying to concentrate. There was something he wanted to ask her but he couldn't remember what that was right now. He needed a moment to first, regain his strength and second, remember what he wanted to ask her. Judging by the look on her face, she had other plans. But maybe he just got it all wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.
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Post by katarina black. on Feb 21, 2008 7:13:07 GMT -5
status: incomplete/complete chat: like the new avatar? xD i swear i'm sticking to this one this time. word count: 832 attire:
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Mmmmm. Every single time her friends, the good ones who gave a shit whether she lived or died, convinced her to stop drinking she would forget just why she did it. All she would think about were the horrible effects to her liver, her lungs, the possibility of cancer...then it would kick in that actually, her werewolf blood made her immune to that and would simply repair itself if her innards were in danger from the chemicals inside the alcohol. Point was, she would only remember the bad things. It was nights like these that reminded her exactly the pleasure she got from it, that wonderful haze of bliss that just spread over her so that she wouldn't care about anything too much. She wasn't so intense, so bothered by everything going wrong in her life. That was the point of alcohol, now wasn't it? To make you forget, to drown your sorrows in the drink. Some people might say that it didn't pay, but for her it certainly did. See, now that all of those ten or even thirteen bottles that she had drunk a little earlier in the evening was finally beginning to kick in she felt happier. Like she was floating, almost. Was this like a drug? They called alcohol a depressant but she rarely felt so happy in her life than when she was in this kind of state. Oh, wait. Depressant didn't mean that it actually made you depressed...although the name sure could fool you. It meant...meant...it had been right on her mind just now, what was it again? She couldn't think straight, her mind was going all fuzzy on her.
It..slowed down your reactions? Pssh, that didn't matter. She was a werewolf for goodness' sake, her reactions were amazingly fast anyway so if it slowed her down any it would be to human speed; although human speed as it was seemed kind of sluggish to her. It wasn't like she was driving or anything. No she was right here, supposedly 'safe' in her dorm and with someone. Actually that didn't sound right either. For starters, this wasn't her dorm - that little fact had slipped her mind momentarily. The pile of socks in the corner, the guitar leaning on the wall, the pile of clean boxers ontop of a bedside table - not female boxers, ones that guys wore. She should know, dumb bastards left their clothes at her place sometimes. They might not mind if she forgot her bra somewhere there just because they liked to brag of their achievements but she didn't like them leaving their stuff with her. They probably expected her to wash it or something next thing you knew they would move in and she would find herself doing their laundry three times a week. Nope, it just wasn't happening. The someone she was with wasn't someone who she would normally be safe with either, not in a dark room with the two of them all on their ownsome. He was a vampire, and she had been the one to come to him. He had been confused but when she wanted something attempts to shut her out were futile. She was a hot blooded creature yet all of a sudden, she felt almost cold. She wanted...touch. Feeling his body on hers. Physical contact. Goddammit, she wanted it, right here right now.
Danger wasn't quite his name it was something else...hazard? That's right, Hazard and she remembered his first name as Darren too because she knew someone else called Darren and she always had to be careful not to mix the two of them up because then it just got awkward for the person she was speaking to. Her hands were on his chest and going lower while she was pressing her body against his, backing him into the wall forcing him there and leaving him with no way out. If he had really wanted to he could have pushed her off and ran the hell out of there, but he didn't. He wanted it. She hoped he wanted it, because she wanted it and really it was always better when this was a two way thing. If he didn't like her body then it was official, the guy must be gay or something. His friends, Dougie and people - the band, they always had been unusually close after all. He licked his lips and she found her eyes drawn to the action, until she just couldn't take it anymore. She darted forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips, soft and sweet enough that she found she wanted more. Hands behaving a little more now, one on either side of him and effectively trapping him in this position she tilted her head and kissed him again, this time her lips never leaving his; c'mon it wasn't like he needed to breathe. It was gentle at first and then harder as she craved the affection that she hadn't felt...not for so, so long.
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