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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 10, 2012 14:41:56 GMT -5
 try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Nell tried anything once. It was a sort of dogma she lived by. Along with carpe diem. That was why when her friend started talking about a rave, she had started asking her questions. Sometimes she felt like a four-year-old child with all her questions, but Steff had responded well, telling her about all the partying she'd done. Nell couldn't consider her much of a partier in the sense that she didn't go out every night drinking. She liked to have fun and enjoy herself, go out with friends and have a drink or two, but she'd never been to a rave before. She'd heard about them but didn't really have an idea of what they were about. Luckily her friend was able to fill her in on everything and even told her about one that was going on during the weekend at the warehouses. Nell couldn't say she had the best experiences there, but she figured that a lot of people going there to have fun would take her mind off of that. Plus, Steff said that the music was great, and so the first person she told was Ethan.
And she had to go out shopping before going over to his place. Another thing Steff made sure to tell her about was the clothing, and she said it would be best to layer so that she could strip off clothes when she got too hot. She hit the thrift-shop for a loose-fitting tee and a tank top, wearing a bathing suit underneath. Her favorite purchase, however, had to be a rainbow tutu. And the light-up pacifiers and glow sticks. It was probably obvious to the cashiers where she was going, but she didn't mind. She wasn't one of the people who'd be tripping balls. Drugs scared her in that she liked to be in control of her own body. It was bad enough getting drunk. Putting on the clothes, she felt like she just stepped out of the 80's, even with the shutter shades that she wore. But she definitely didn't mind that. She was sure that everyone else would be wearing weird clothes, too, so maybe it wasn't that weird after all. She just couldn't wait to take off the shirt in the heat, as even with her hair up she could feel the beads of sweat on the back of her neck. Summer would be intense, and so she was sure the water would be extra important so nobody dehydrated.
Nell drove to Ethan's apartment, all spiffy, hair thrown up in a bun because she thought that would be important now and glow sticks stuff in her back pocket, underneath the tutu. When Ethan let her in, she shuffled across the room, fist pumping in the air. "Unce, unce, unce, unce." Both hands in the air now, she shook shook her hands out in a 'starburst' "And the bass drops." Nell continued to bounce around the apartment, singing 'Sexy and I Know It', before calming down a bit. Steff had advised her to get some energy drinks, but she felt that she'd do good. Just in case, though, she had a Red Bull in her hand for Ethan. "For that energy boost!" she said in a booming voice, shaking the can a bit. "Just in case you didn't get good sleep last night or anything. Which I hope you did." After all, raves went on until dawn, they couldn't be passing out before then. Her excitement for tonight was barely contained, especially since she was practically wearing it with the glow sticks and her pacifier. "You ready, E?" she asked, bouncing around a little bit. She didn't know if there was anything else he needed to get ready, but she figured he'd tell her.
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Post by erin on Mar 11, 2012 11:01:26 GMT -5
“Fine, Dad, I’ll drop everything I’ve been working at for the past ten years. And then I’ll major in something that makes me miserable, get a job that makes me miserable, and live the rest of my life, miserable.
[/color]” And with that Ethan hung up the phone, seething with anger. With his head in his hands, he sat down on the arm of his couch. He’d had this discussion a million times with his father; only now it was worse. Ethan had finally told him that he’d landed on a major in music and recently a minor in theatre. Before everything was just talk to his dad—he figured his son would come around eventually. But now the finality in Ethan’s decision had struck him. Granted, he was helping Ethan get through college financially. But it was so much more than that. The fact that he never approved of Ethan was what got him. And now Ethan had the fear that he would remove the financial help. Which would stop everything. So, needless to say, Ethan accepted Nell’s invitation happily. The stress piling up inside of him started to take its toll on him. He needed to do something ridiculous and crazy—forget himself for a night. Sure, he didn’t drink a lot but tonight Ethan decided to let himself do whatever the hell he wanted (of course, with some limitations…). Drinking away pain never exactly heeded the best results, but frankly he didn’t care. He just needed to get everything off of his mind. And on top of everything, he could use the fun, no doubt about that. He decided to step out and grab a few things, wanting to grab an iced coffee anyways. The warm summer air enveloped him as soon as he left the apartment building. His mind wandered to the lake, hoping he’d get a few visits in before school started again. He arrived back at his doorstep forty-five minutes later, venti triple-shot iced coffee in one hand, and plastic bag in the other. Another hour later and Ethan was ready to go, downing the last of his coffee. With all the caffeine he drank, though, coffee hardly had any effect on him anymore. He decided to go simple clothing-wise with a belted pair of cargo shorts and a white V-neck (prepared to be taking it off anyway…), along with his neon yellow converse. He wrapped a bandana around his forehead and grabbed his pair of neon pink Ray-Ban look-a-like shades. He grabbed some of the glow-sticks he’d bought earlier, tossing a couple necklaces and bracelets of them on. When Nell arrived at his apartment, he opened the door for her, as her and her brightly colored attire danced inside. Her mood was infectious and Ethan joined in her fist pumping and singing. He took the Red Bull, figuring there was no limit to caffeine consumption for him. “ Hell, I’m gonna need wings tonight,[/color]” Ethan said, snapping open the can. “ Oh yeah, I’m ready to get cray-zyy![/color]” he exclaimed, downing a gulp of the energy drink. “ The amount of caffeine I have consumed today should be illegal.[/color]” Besides the coffee he bought earlier, he’d had his three usual cups that morning. “ Ooh, but before I forget—[/color]” He dashed to the plastic bag and got out three tubes of different colored paint. “ Glow-in-the-dark body paint. Thought it would be appropriate,[/color]” he said, a mischievous grin on his face.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 11, 2012 19:15:45 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" It said something about a friendship when one person could walk in doing something random, and the other could join in without a hitch. Clearly they didn't need a rave (or music) to party. "You better believe," she said when he took the Red Bull, doing the running man. She didn't think many people did the running man at raves, but she figured that a lot of people would be too out of their minds to even care who was doing what. As long as everyone was having a good time. "Don't want you getting any sleep tonight." Now came the double dream hands, and she should have been conserving energy, but she figured she'd be just fine. They had energy drinks and booze there, if she needed a pick-me-up. She wouldn't be opposed to drinking, figuring she had enough money to get them a motel room if neither of them were fit to drive. Nell wasn't really one too plan ahead much, however, so she knew there were probably things she didn't factor in. She'd take them as they came.
She flexed her arms when he drank the Red Bull. "Now crush it against your forehead like a man," she said in a booming voice. She laughed when Ethan mentioned the amount of caffeine he had in his system. Nell didn't think she could deny that. "Great, I'm an enabler," she said, making grabby hands for the Red Bull. Hell, she'd let him drink as much caffeine as he liked. She truly was an enabler, but it was hilarious. Nell blinked at his words, actually standing still now, before he came out with the paint. She squealed and clapped her hands together. She didn't even know such a thing existed, and so this discovery had her glowing in the wonder of it. "Ack, that's perfect. Should we put it on now or wait until later?" She wondered what it would look like with the fluorescent lighting and all that, already thinking it was the coolest thing ever. Colors and lights were some of her favorite things, and having them together was mind-blowing in the mere concept of it. "I mean, you already look freaking awesome," she complimented. She knew it was a perfect idea to tag team with Ethan to go out, figuring he'd go over the top. He didn't let her down.
When they were ready to head out, as the party lasted from dusk till dawn, she got in the car and drove out to the warehouses. They weren't near the ones she had some bad experiences in (not as bad as Josh, but still rather traumatizing) and the muted music was like a beacon. There were other cars around the lot that would have been vacant any other day, and she parked, making note of where it was so she could return in the morning. She began cracking the glow sticks while walking in, the music coming at them full blast. "Stay close, I don't want to lose you," she said over the thumping bass. Grabbing his hand, she cried out dramatically, "I'll never let go, Jack." There was already a flood of people, gyrating together in an undulating sea of bodies. The only thing that seperated them was the glow sticks and the beams coming from the balls in the ceilings. They were soon swallowed up, and Nell had to let go of his hand so she could lift her own as she jumped. "You don't even need acid!" She felt like she was tripping with all the lights.
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Post by erin on Mar 13, 2012 19:41:41 GMT -5
Ethan already found himself forgetting about the day’s previous events as Nell entered his apartment. He already was pumped for the night but now even more so. “At this rate, I’m not sleeping for days,
[/color]” he said with a wide grin. Now he was ready to get there and just get lost in…everything. His new mantra was like Vegas: what happened at the rave, stayed at the rave. Heck, compared with some of the people there no matter what he ended up doing would be nothing compared to them. He greatly appreciated the fact that the two of them were already dancing around even despite the lack of music. He flexed along with Nell, making the tough guy grunt but held the can in front of him. He laughed. “ Yeah, I’ve got a thick skull but not that thick…[/color]” he said, figuring in a few hours he wouldn’t be thinking twice about it. “ Instead I shall recycle it like a man![/color]” He wondered if the red bull would even do anything to him. Was there a limit to how much caffeine a person could consume? If anyone would find out, it would be Ethan. After grabbing the tubes of paint, he laid the three colors on the table. He’d gotten neon pink, green, and blue. His friend had mentioned it to him before and a rave seemed like a perfect place for it. Where else was it socially acceptable to paint your body in neon glow-in-the-dark paint? “ Wanna put it on now? It says it dries quickly and stays on for a while…plus we’ll make one heck of an entrance then,[/color]” he said, grinning. He’d never used it before but it seemed trustworthy…enough. As long as their skin didn’t start decaying from it they were all right. He put some of the blue on his fingers and ran it down his arms in lines, and proceed to do the same with the green, two lines under each eye. “ Well, shucks![/color]” he said to Nell’s compliment. “ And look at you! I’m digging the fact that you’re wearing a tutu. Doesn’t get much better than that.[/color]” Now he found himself intensely curious to see what other people would be wearing. The possibilities were endless. After they were ready to go, Ethan joined Nell on the way to the warehouses. He’d never been there before nor had ever gone to a rave. The music playing in the distance excited him, ready for a crazy night. As they got closer the sound increased until he could feel it in his feet, the base traveling through his body once they were inside. Ethan let Nell lead once they got in as she grabbed his hand. “ Sounds like a plan to me![/color]” he hollered over the music. And he didn’t want to get lost because the amount of people had overwhelmed him for a second, realizing that getting separated could end up lasting for the night. He wondered how he’d find Nell if they got separated. He smiled at Nell’s Titanic reference, and would’ve made a joke at the fact that Jack then proceeded to die afterward and he hoped that wouldn’t happen, but the music was too loud. Now all Ethan wanted to do was dance. It was kind of hard not to amidst the people and pumping music. When Nell let go, Ethan too threw his arms up, going along with the crowd. “ You sure we didn’t take anything before?[/color]” he joked, the lights and sounds absorbing him. He was totally ready for whatever the night brought him. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/quote] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 13, 2012 20:37:41 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Nell furrowed her eyebrows. "Sleep? What is sleep?" She tried to get a lot of sleep since she wanted to keep healthy, but she didn't view it as a top necessity. Not like food, at least. Nell rolled her eyes when he commented that his skull wasn't that thick, though she had to agree. Not a lot of people could do the good ol' crunching-a-can-against-your-head stunt. Didn't want to ship him to the hospital or anything. "Hell yeah, recycling!" The Earth student greatly approved of that, since protecting the environment was a shtick of her element. She knew that Ethan's element may also help keep them from getting dehydrated, though when not taking acid, that wasn't as big a concern for them. She wasn't really concerned about anything, actually, because she knew that this night would go off without a hitch. She didn't see anything bad that could go down, and she was far too giddy with the expectations she had to be thinking really far into the future.
She nodded enthusiastically when he suggested that they put it on now, leaning forward against the table. "Let's do that," she said, picking up a tube of green and squeezing out some, smearing it under her eyes like a football player. She squeezed out more then, and smeared it on Ethan's cheek. "Gotta get it on good..." she said, grinning cheekily. She switched up the colors for her arms, pink on her forearms, blue on her legs. "I feel like we're camouflaging crappily," she commented. "You gotta mirror we can see?" Nell wanted to see what they looked like before they went out in their war paint, even though she predicted it was pretty bad ass. She laughed at Ethan's 'shucks' lifting her arms and swinging her hips so that the tutu swished a bit. "Thought it was perfect. Rainbow and all." She liked colors, and since she couldn't dress up in rainbow all the time, why not when going to a rave?
Nell tried to focus on everyone around them, the girls in their bikini tops. She tugged on Ethan and pointed to a guy wearing fairy wings and a tiara, her arm shining under the lights from the pain. Turning to the guy, she called out, "Work it, Tinkerbell!" He put his hands behind his head and did a few pelvic thrusts, and she thought she'd die of laughter right there. It looked like everyone else was going all out, too, decked out in crowns and bracelets of glow sticks. "Oh man, they've spiked the air," she cried dramatically, slapping her hands to her cheeks as she still moved her hips in her dancing. "Hey, do you drink any? Because I'm pretty sure you can buy beer and coolers here. Along with you know, water." Her own voice was starting to grate on her ears. And those other little things of different beverages, along with water. She didn't know if Ethan drank, though, and she rarely did it herself. Nell never touched drugs, however, and she'd make sure that the contained was sealed before drinking anything out of it.
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Post by erin on Mar 19, 2012 18:53:56 GMT -5
“Well, heck, you’ve got me!
[/color]” The fact that he wouldn’t be sleeping again till God-knows-when sunk in. But Ethan was definitely more of a night-owl than an early bird. He could stay up as long as you wanted him to, so long as there was something to do. But waking up early? Not exactly a strong suit. Sleeping until four, however, was. He downed the last of the energy drink and chucked it in the recycling bin he had next to the garbage. He was appreciative of the extra caffeine, not having thought of an energy drink before. After having brought out the body paint, Ethan wondered if it would actually work. He’d never seen the stuff used before and thought how awesome it’d be if they strolled in literally glowing. “ Hey![/color]” Ethan laughed as Nell wiped the paint on his cheek. “ Well two can play at that game,[/color]” he added, putting paint on both hands and smearing it on both of her cheeks. “ Nah, I don’t think anyone will even know we are there.[/color]” He wondered if other people would have had the same idea, figuring that at a rave, anything goes. Once he felt satisfied with his work, he put the paint down and went into the kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe of his hands and handed one to Nell. “ Yeah, sure. Hang a left right here and I’ve got a full length mirror behind my bedroom door,[/color]” he told her, motioning toward his room. He quickly realized it was a mess, but then again the rest of his apartment wasn’t exactly spotless either. He was never one to get embarrassed by the state of his living area. He too went to look in the mirror and felt pleased by the colorful mess he had become. " Well the paint matches it perfectly then,[/color]” he joked. If anything matched with rainbow, then people should wear it more often…Although he wasn’t going to walk out in rainbow pants anytime soon. The air in the rave was heavy, the mass of people making it hot. Bodies moved up against him this way and that and he soon had no idea where he was. But it didn’t exactly matter and he found it impossible not to dance amidst the music and colors. He was never one of those guys who refused to dance. He recalled at school dances always being one of the ones who was in the center of the dance floor practically the whole night. Ethan laughed at Nell’s comment. He wondered how many people here were completely gone, slipped into their drug-induced fantasy. He figured quite a lot. “ Yes, yes I do. At least tonight I do. Let’s go find that,[/color]” he said, the idea of alcohol reminding him the reason he wanted to forget everything tonight. His father crept back in his mind. He shook it out, not wanting to think about him at all this night. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 20, 2012 20:13:17 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Nell bet her biological clock hated her, considering she’d become nocturnal when she was living in the Bronx. Working at bars and taking night shifts during the summer meant screwing with her Circadian rhythm, and even now she needed to fuck with it when she took suicide watch on the weekends. But she was mostly used to it by now, adjusted to strange schedules like that. She grimaced when Ethan smeared the paint on her cheeks, before swatting at him. ”We‘re ready for war with our war paint. Dance war,” she said, very seriously. Commandos at a rave, with AKs and canteens and walkie-talkies. It was interesting to imagine. ”Blend right in with those other painted folk,” she agreed with a smooth motion of her hand. Everyone's aim would be to have a good time and be as flashy as possible, so they'd fit right in, even while being unique. There was something intensely satisfying about that.
Nell took the towel, mostly smeared the pain even more, but that was okay. She was really thinking of herself as a warrior. Or a dance warrior, really. It almost made her laugh. She swung in front of the mirror and posed, hand on her head, the other on her hip. ”I’m sexy and I know it.” From there she sang the instrumental part, not caring that she couldn’t sound like an electrically modified song no matter how hard she tried. She smooth down her shirt, touching her skin to see how fast the paint was drying. Honestly, she didn’t much care for the upholstery of her car. ”Yep, I think we’re prepared to rock hard.” Was it really rocking? After all, it was house music, ska, not rock and roll. She didn’t much mind. Any kind of music was good kind of music. Nell wondered if Ethan felt the same way.
Nell was already taking off her top layer, the ill-fitting shirt, and she waved it above her head before tossing it out into the crowd. She didn‘t want to be holding anything, after all. It felt like a hindrance. At least tonight I do. She didn’t think much of it. Maybe she should have. She went behind him, placing her hands on his back and urged him on, saying, ”Vamanos. To the refreshments.” Said refreshments were in a cooler that she found after worming her way through the mass of bodies, pushing up against each other, against her. She was beginning to wonder which sweat was hers and it unsettled her. A beer would definitely be nice. They were only a dollar a pop, and she handed Ethan a bottle. ”To living life like a party!” She threw it back, not bothered by the fact that it wasn’t even good beer. Not bothered by the fact that because of her small frame, it traveled quickly and seeped into her bloodstream like she were a porous sponge.
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Post by erin on Mar 31, 2012 11:09:21 GMT -5
 “Dance war! Well in that case, we’ve got nothing to worry about,” he added. Dancing had to be one of his favorite things to do, mainly because he was terrible at it. Acting like an idiot in a crowd of people was something Ethan had a knack for. It was good he had little care for what people thought or else he’d have a lot to hide his head in embarrassment about. Even when he was in musicals he made a fool of himself when it came to choreography. But that was all the fun of it to him. Ethan joined in with Nell’s singing, dancing along, fist pumping the air. “I believe so. Let the rocking hard commence!” he exclaimed, sliding out of his room and half-dancing down the hallway where his wallet and house keys were on the table. He figured it’d be best to leave them in the car and just take some money with him in his pocket. He didn’t exactly feel like losing his wallet to some stoned rave-goer.
The heat of the mass crowd of bodies moving together started to hit Ethan as he felt himself sweating. The idea of other people’s sweat on him wasn’t exactly something he wanted to acknowledge. Yuck. He wondered how the paint would hold up, figuring it wasn’t exactly water-resistant. He took the lead, pushing through the hordes of people, navigating his way toward the back where there was alcohol in a cooler. He took the bottle from Nell. “Cheers!
[/color]” he agreed, throwing it back as well, feeling the alcohol slide down his throat. The combination of hardly ever drinking and being quite a light weight for a guy could be either a good or bad thing depending on how he looked at it. For tonight, it was a good thing. As ashamed as he felt of it, Ethan just wanted to get drunk. He could count on one hand the amount of times he had been in his life. Rebellious wasn’t exactly a word that ever described him but for tonight he didn’t really care. Once he had polished off the bottle, he fished in the cooler for a can and paid the guy. He spotted a bottle opener by the cooler and borrowed it, figuring it would do the trick if held the right way and with enough force. “ Dare me?” he said to Nell, holding it up to the can. He’d seen people shotgun before and figured he’d give it a go. A devilish grin on his lips he stabbed the bottom of the can with the opener and beer came spurting out. He pressed his mouth against it, chugging it until there was none left. He wiped the corners of his mouth, already feeling tipsy. He offered his hand to Nell. “ Care to dance?” he shouted over the noise. He led them into a group of people, moving along to the music. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 1, 2012 0:24:46 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Nell was fully embracing the fact that she could legally drink. It wasn't really a good thing, giving her power like that. She loved power, but not in the way she craved it, or put down others for it. She'd always wanted control and stability in her life, it was one thing she hadn't had until she attempted to gain control. It didn't go down well, of course, but in a way it gave her this life she had now. She hated to think like that, about the fact that if she hadn't killed her mother, she wouldn't be free. And she knew, even if she didn't kill her, if things went right and she institutionalized her instead, her mother would still have control. Mia did even now that she was dead, too much control in fact. Nell hated to realize just how many things she did or knew or thought were because of her mother's influence in her life. It made her feel like the woman was still with her, controlling her, living on through her daughter. Nell knew well that she was a battleground, her body warn torn and wasted because of her childhood. She just liked to not think about it. And hello, alcohol, with its burning forgetfulness.
She was nineteen now, legal. Who wouldn't take full advantage of that? And she guessed that also meant being a bad influence to those around her. "Double dog," she said enticingly. It was a party, and she'd said life was like one, so why not? Nell didn't think for today, she thought for the moment, the here and now. Because tomorrow...well, who knew if she would even be alive for that? It wasn't like how it used to be when she didn't know if she could live to see morning, it was just a fact of existence. She clapped when Ethan drank the beer that was spurting out, half-hysterical from surprise. "Oh my god, you're a lunatic," she said. Nell got herself another can, and told him in a very poor French accent., "Let us dance the night away."
It didn't really take too long to get Nell wasted. She was small, alcohol traveled fast, and enough beer could do the trick. And maybe she was getting drunk off the environment, all the other people wasted here as well. She topped off another can, not thinking to be frightened of the way everything was starting to shift. She yearned for control, and drunk, she was not in control whatsoever. Her body did its own thing without her permission. "Ethan, I think you're going to have to drive home, kind sir," she said, even too loudly for the place they were in, her words somewhat slurred. She trusted him with her car, she trusted him in general.
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Post by erin on Apr 2, 2012 18:07:54 GMT -5
Despite the mass amount of people, room-shaking music, and the general air of not giving a fuck, Ethan still indeed gave a fuck about his father. The man was still lodged in his mind unable to be loosened. His disappointed tone and rigid uncompromising attitude over the phone still reverberated in Ethan’s mind. He could practically see his dad pounding his fist on the desk as the frustration in his voice increased with each of Ethan’s words over the phone. And no matter how much he tried to suppress it, it kept coming back at full force. The fact that his father held all the cards for his future terrified him and the fact that he could pull the rug out from underneath him scared him even more. And he figured this fear, anxiety, and anger was the reason he kept reaching for more alcohol without as much as a hesitation.
Ethan flashed a mischievous smile at Nell’s ‘double dog dare.’ Well, when in Rome, right? He’d only been truly hungover a couple of times and as far as he was concerned it wasn’t an enjoyable feeling. However, that was the least of his concern as of the moment. Because the only thing he wanted was to get his father’s voice out of his head so he could actually enjoy the night. “Aw, gee, well thank you, I try!
[/color]” he said to Nell calling him a lunatic. He bought another beer and led the way into the throng of people to dance. He could already feel the buzz from the alcohol spreading through his bloodstream. It didn’t take much for Ethan. Two cans later and he could feel himself letting go, his cares freed from his mind. All that mattered was he and Nell and the present. At some point he’d torn his shirt off and copied Nell’s previous example of tossing it into the crowd. The paint smeared down his arms and cheeks, creating a sloppy splotched mess. The mixture of the alcohol, music, and flashing lights made things start to blend together, not sure who he was dancing with or not. He kept by Nell, knowing that it’d be hard to find her if they got separated. “ Me? Yeah? I mean I can…I think I’m all right to drive…[/color]” He noted the slur in Nell’s words, realizing it wouldn’t be the best idea for her to drive. He’d drank around the same amount as her, more or less, but he didn’t want to risk it. “ I dunno, you think it'd be okay?[/color]” he asked, his words too not the most coherent. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 4, 2012 19:07:58 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Even if Nell knew about Ethan's daddy issues, she'd have encouraged what they were doing. Dance, drink, forget... It was the easiest. She didn't like talking about things, wasn't good at, and so she din't push others into it. That didn't mean she hated it when others talked to her. She liked that, when people opened up to her, because then she could help and they could get better. That's all she wanted. Maybe it'd have been better were she one to talk about the big things. Like how she was coping with killing her mother, the shit she'd went through in her past, the new cropping up of something else that made her despise her father when it felt like something was finally going good for her.
And so she clapped gleefully, out of nowhere, just because she had the energy, the booze replacing blood. Ethan removed his shirt, and so she got rid of the tank in opt for the bathing suit, feeling the heaviness in her hair from sweat. She didn't mind, it was nice to not care. She poked at the inside of her cheek with her tongue, appearing to contemplate his words. In all honesty, her thought process was rather impaired at this point. "Maybe not," she said slowly, as if he had asked the meaning of life and she were drawing her answer out for effect. "We'll figure it out. Maybe find a place to crash." Unfortunately, she was known for trusting people she shouldn't. She hitchhiked to Canada, considering all that she'd done, she should have been dead. She didn't need to be drunk to do stupid shit.
But she was, and when she realized that she wasn't in a good position to be drunk in, she wrapped her hands around Ethan's arm, tugging like a child. "Outside. Now." She led the way out the door, breathing in deep. Her claustrophobia needed air like this a lot of times, otherwise she felt the good pressing in on her. "It's so nice to talk without yelling!" Despite her words, she shouted the last part, laughing afterward as she spun around with her arms out at her side. There were a few people lingering around, she noticed some of them put little slips of color on their tongue. "You know what I like? Airplanes... They fly! Like this!" She hopped up, snorted at how ridiculous she was being. "How drunk are you mister?" She questioned, as if gauging what it would be.
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Post by erin on Jun 18, 2012 17:46:22 GMT -5
Ethan’s plan for the evening certainly began to take effect as his worries started to wash away. The more alcohol that entered his system, the less he cared about anything, and the more everything in his head started to get fuzzy. A good fuzzy. A mind-numbing, who-cares sort of mood settled over him as he released himself completely to the crowd, dancing with whoever was around, boy or girl. The now-truncated rational part of his mind made sure to stick by Nell, but the rest of his mind had dispensed all previous issues. The music felt good, and the atmosphere felt even better. But now it began to dawn on him that they had to do something about leaving and getting home…at some point… “Uhh…do we know someone who lives near here?
[/color]” he asked, his glazed over eyes focusing on Nell. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea where they even were. Even sober he was sure he wouldn’t know. The insane volume of the room made it nearly impossible to talk and Ethan thankfully followed along as Nell pulled them out of the building. The fresh air felt amazing on his face, as if he was feeling it for the first time in his life. He hadn’t realized how oppressing the heat had gotten inside the rave. And not to mention actually having space to move around. He spread his arms out wide and walked around in circles, enjoying the space. Ethan giggled as Nell shouted. “ My ears are buzzing like crazy.[/color]” He wiggled his head around, the ringing remaining constant. He continued to make a loud buzzing sound, attempting to mimic the one in his ears. He laughed loudly at Nell’s imitation of an airplane. “ Nah-ah, I think the real question is how drunk are you?[/color]” he said cocking an eyebrow and pointing an unstable finger at Nell. How much had he drank? At least enough to not drive…his intoxicated brain was smart enough to avoid a DUI, that was for sure. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 21, 2012 13:45:26 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Ethan asked some very good questions. Very good...questions. Nell wrinkled up her nose, thought. People. There were a lot of people here. They were out of their minds, too. She giggled at the thought. Those people hopefully would not be trying to get home themselves either. After her little stint of fogged-up thinking, she thumped the Water graduate in the arm a few times because just once was not enough to get his attention. "My friend, who told me about it, she should be here..." She took him by the front of his shirt and spoke to him with intense gravity. "We must find her. It is our mission for the night. She has huge black hair, and really pale skin. And she's Russian." Well, her parents were Russian, but that's the detail she remembered most at this point. She let her go. "Be on the look at out," Nell said as she took a look around, as if she'd be able to pick out the bushy head of hair from the crowd. It may turn out to be fruitless, what if something happened and she didn't come? A better idea would be to call, but that didn't occur to her yet. Maybe eventually.
Nell giggled at Ethan's buzzing sound, imitating it like a child would, blowing a raspberry as she tried her best not to continue to laugh. Then she stopped, pressing her lips together. "Makes my lips feel funny," she said, moving her lips around to try and work the feeling back into them. Arm out at her sides, she spun around a few time, a propeller in its rotations. It was making her dizzy, and she decided she should stop before she threw up. When he pointed at her, she turned to him, wobbling, before holding a hand to his chest. "I do not get drunk, E-dog. I get...heightened." She dropped her hand. "Yeah, I'm really drunk, you just don't know. It's a secret, so shhhh..." At least she could admit it, she wasn't the kind of person to overestimate herself when she was like this. The kid was a lightweight, she couldn't help it. She was just good at hiding it, usually. She threw an arm around his neck to inform him, "I trust you with that information, though. Because you know what? Let me tell you... You are a great guy. You're just a really good guy. Don't ever change. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Because you're awesome. Yeah." She nodded to punctuate her encouraging speech. It seemed like something she needed to tell him, something that he should be made aware of. Nell didn't usually get sentimental, but alcohol made her a big softie.
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Post by erin on Jun 21, 2012 18:48:46 GMT -5
Ethan’s brows furrowed intensely as he listened to Nell describe the girl, as if remembering she had pale skin and big dark hair was the hardest thing in the world. He nodded with intensity as if their life depended on locating this girl. “But…there are sooo many people!
[/color]” he said, raising his arms above his head to emphasize the amount, bumping into a few heads on the way. He giggled, peering around the massive group of people. “ Is it this girl?[/color]” he asked loudly, putting a hand on a girl with dark hair next to him. She didn’t match the description at all besides the dark hair, but still, Ethan’s hazel irises stared into hers as he asked, practically shouted, “ Do you know my friend Nell?[/color]” But instead of being offended by being approached by a complete stranger, the girl was completely gone and just gave him a vague smile as she turned around. Ethan laughed, finding the situation absolutely hilarious. “ Well that wasn’t her,[/color]” he told Nell, frowning. “ Whoa, you’re right they do,[/color]” he agreed, halting the noise to ponder its effect on his lips. He laughed loudly at Nell, as he too mimicked her impersonation. He stumbled when he stopped, putting his hands out in front of him to center himself, the world around him momentarily getting wobbly. When she told him it was a secret, he put his finger to his lips, making a shh sound. “ I won’t tell a single soul,[/color]” he said, crossing his heart with his finger, as if it were an actual secret. He was quite drunk as well, him also being a lightweight. Being short and not drinking all that much were a bad combination when it came to drinking. Or maybe a good one. He wasn’t sure. Ethan’s eyes widened at Nell’s words, transfixed on her and what she was saying. It was like he hung on every word. “ And you’re such a good friend, like really good and it’s so cool that I’m your friend too. And I’m so glad you brought me tonight, really super glad. And now if we could just figure out where to go then everything would be like totally perfect, you know?[/color]” All of his words were more drawn out than they should be, and he stumbled over some of them, some of the pronunciation slurred together. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 21, 2012 21:59:07 GMT -5
try this trick and spin it YOUR HEAD'LL COLLAPSE IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT AND YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF, "WHERE IS MY MIND?" Nell nodded many times when Ethan claimed there were so many people. And she did not stop nodding. At this point, she didn't know how to stop the motion, so she made it less noticeable as time went on so it looked completely normal even when it wasn't. As Ethan reached for a random girl, though, she changed the motion to a shaking of her head. No, that was definitely not her friend. At least the chick didn't get creeped out or anything by being accosted by a stranger covered in paint. Hell, everyone here was pretty much a stranger covered in paint. "No...no, that wasn't," she said matter-of-factly, her gaze flat. That was kind of weird. But then she smiled when she realized something, saying, "Hey, my head stopped moving!" She laughed at that, finding it great because for a few seconds, she thought that she'd never stop moving it around. And that would not have been very good.
Everything Ethan was doing made her burst into laughter, so much so that her sides were beginning to hurt. She should have been more concerned about her friend stumbling around, but at this point it was just too damn priceless. However, she was entirely serious with the ensuing conversation. Her heart fluttered when he said he wouldn't tell anyone. He was such a good person. She just couldn't handle it sometimes, it was too much for her. Especially in this moment, when her heart felt like it might burst from her chest. Hopefully that wasn't a heart attack or anything. "No, no, no, no, no," she said, and it seemed to form one long 'no' instead of being separate words. "Like, I can't even compare to you. There is just no way. I...I wouldn't have even come here tonight if you didn't come with me, yanno? That's how much your freaking mean to me, man." It was getting far too touching for her, and so she turned away for a moment to wipe under her eye and make sure that she wasn't crying.
Then she thought back to his statement about where they were staying and she drew back, fumbling around her body. She squealed when she pulled the phone out of her pants, and if she was in a proper state of mind she'd have been surprised that she hadn't lost it. "I have her number. I should call her, maybe. But I just met her. And this is crazy." The Earth girl couldn't help it but she stopped after a moment to pull up her contacts and text her, hoping that she was taking a break like they were. It took a few minutes of staring intently at the phone to get a text back and Nell cheered. "She said we can crash at her brother's place! She'll take us there. Whee ooh whee ooh!" She didn't mean for it to come out like an ambulance siren, but that's what it ended up being. "We can have a sleepover and eat food and...stuff." She said the last part with absolute wonderment at it, just as Ethan had listened to her fumbling compliments.
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