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Post by shiloh on Oct 5, 2011 20:18:43 GMT -5
This had to be the worse feeling ever. Harley stumbled away from the lake with tears leaking out of her eyes. She wiped them away viciously, and wondered why this was happening to her. Harley was unsure if what had happened from the time she had asked Samson to join her, and to when he had recieved that damn text message. Harley could feel the heat surrounding her boil up. Who the hell had been texting him? Oh, she would find out who it was. They'd be lucky if they walked away from it with a face. The girl clenched her hands together, and felt the lick of a flame inside of her palm. The rehead had never felt such agony in her short life; not even when her parents had passed.
Harley found herself backed up against a wall, and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed Charolette's number, and when the old woman answered Harley began to sob. The old woman began shushing the girl, and asking her what happened. Harley tried to explain best she could to Charolette what went down, and how angry she felt at the world. The Earth woman let her calm down first before telling her a story about her parents-something that always calmed her down. "Harley, darling, let me tell you a story. I remember when your mother came home to me saying she had met the perfect boy-much like you have with Samson- and that they would be together for a very long time," Charolette paused to yell something at a woman in her shop before picking up were she left off. "They dated for a few months before Amelia came to me upset because Jeremiah had broke up with her, and she didn't understand why. Harley, that boy is doubting because someone is telling him, too." Charolette had a firm voice, and Harley was taking her advice to heart.
Harley let out a shaky sigh, and let Charolette finish before saying anything. "Now, if you love that boy like I think you do, you make him realize what he gave up. Just like I told your mama when she was your age," the old woman huffed. Harley thanked her grandmother before hanging up with her. Harley curled up against the wall, and just let her tears fall for awhile. The Fire student was unsure if she should go back, and risk seeing Samson or just stay where she was. Harley voted for staying where she was, and just laying in the grass. She didn't care if anyone saw her or if they even cared. As of right then, Harley didn't give a flying fuck about anyone or anythi g except getting Samson back. Oh, and ripping the face off the person making him doubt her.
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Post by brett on Oct 12, 2011 16:57:24 GMT -5
It was interesting how the day was playing out. Brett was trying all the drugs he could get his hands on recently, and Oxycontin was today's poison. He liked the way he felt on it, or the way he thought, rather. Really, it made him feel like he was in the ocean, the numbness of water all around you, the way you're so aware of every little motion you make as you tread your way around. Then there were the waves of complete numbness that rocked him as he tried to keep a level head. His thought process was amazing besides the weird numb feelings. Brett was thoroughly convinced that he could stop a train if he jumped in front of it. He thought that bullets would probably bounce off of him. His thoughts also seemed less realistic, and he was more prone to conversations, and even more likely to be convinced to do just about anything at the moment. The beer he'd just drank wasn't helping anything, surely. He'd taken the pill hours ago, so it would probably wear off soon. He didn't care much either way, but this was a pretty cool time so far.
He needed an adventure. There had to be something to do today, and Brett set out to find it. Strolling out of the school, the thunder student decided to stop in the courtyard before heading into town. He wished there were more interesting people around school. He needed more people to chill with when he was like this. There probably were awesome people everywhere, but he sure as hell couldn't find them. Brett noticed some fiery red hair from across the way. It was almost unmistakably Harley. No one else had hair so vibrant. He strode toward her. Maybe she could be his adventure today. He knew she was dating Samson, and that meant that she couldn't have been the traitor his element really made her out to be during the war, so he'd give her a chance to redeem herself. Besides, they used to be friends. They used to hang out. He was high, so that was all the reason he needed for social interaction. "Hey, we used to know each other, you should entertain me while I try to keep this buzz." Yeah, that was pretty much his mentality no matter what, but especially on a day like today. Nothing was going on. Nothing ever seemed to go on during daylight around here. At night, Brett had some wild adventures. All he did during the day was sleep off a hangover, force himself to stay awake through school, and get into fights with people frequently. It was so repetitive, and Brett hated repetition. Maybe this girl could provide something new for him. He had no idea what was going through his head at the moment, but it really wasn't such a bad thing.
Brett plopped down beside the girl laying in the grass, sitting cross-legged and leaning back on his hands. "Hey," he greeted her, before looking at her. It didn't look like she was in a great mood, but Brett was in the unusual mood provided by painkillers that involved him being an expert listener. It was odd, but Oxycontin seemed to help him to be a more compassionate person. Still, once it wore off Brett resumed being the distant and monstrous thunder student that everyone expected him to be. If people asked him how he was, or what he thought, or about his childhood, he'd actually feel obliged to answer them in this state. Sure, it would be a tangent of seemingly never ending words and dribble, and sure, it would always be prefaced with "I'm high, so I can tell you this," but it was the closest people could actually get to having a moment with Brett without him being a complete asshole. There were a few exceptions of course. "Everything alright, girlie?" he asked, his dilated eyes trying for a moment to meet hers. He knew that just about everyone would say they were fine, no matter how little seemed right, but there wasn't much else he could really say at the moment. Besides, asking such a question was totally alien to him. People should have felt blessed when they heard a personal question coming from his mouth.
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Post by shiloh on Oct 14, 2011 19:29:34 GMT -5
Harley wasn't one of those kids who got into drugs when she was feeling down or just because she could. Even when her parents had died she never once considered drugs. She drank ocassionaly, but wouldn't call herself an addict of the sorts. Harley had experiment but just never found that drugs helped her with her issues, they just made it worse. It intesified everything when all she wanted to do was become numb, kind of like right now. Harley just wanted everything to go away, or at least blur into each other. If she could get past the next couple of months she'd be okay. Her senior year was suppose to be full of amazing memories, and all she's gotten was drama and more drama. First the war, then being a traitor, her fight with Josh, and now Samson. Seriously, when could a girl get a break? Charolette always tells her it's for a reason, and reasons can't be changed anymore than the genetic details of someone could be changed. Of course nowadays, it could probably happen.
At this point, Harley just wanted to get Samson out of her head. She could use a distraction from the agonizing pain happening in her heart. Honestly, she never wanted to feel this kind of pain again. Harley could hear whispers of the people walking by her, or at least she thought she could. It was possible in her crazy state that she might be imagining things. It wouldn't really be that big of a suprise; she was bound to go crazy one day. She just figured it'd be over the guilt she felt for telling Kansas that she had been the one to start the fire that killed their parents. Harley felt horribly guilty for that, and felt like she had robbed her sister of a childhood. Clearly Harley was a crazy girl, and needed to be put in the nut house where she can hug herself. The redhead gave a dark chuckle, well it was more like a snort than a chuckle. Harley raised her head when she saw a familiar Thunder boy sit next to her. Thunder boy. Samson is a Thunder. Harley's thought came out rather depressed.
The redhead nodded to him as her greeting, and sat up. She pushed her hair out her face, and gave him a small smile. She squinted her eyes at him, and peered closer to his face. His eyes were dialted, and it was kinda freaky. Harley shook her head, and said, "Yeah, just a little down. Samson broke up with me.
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Post by brett on Oct 19, 2011 19:50:36 GMT -5
So Samson and Harley were over? That was interesting. It was just a few months ago that the mute boy was telling Brett how great his girlfriend was. Funny how that worked. Love faded. People broke apart. Brett didn't really know anything about that though. He may have liked a few people, but he couldn't remember ever being in a serious relationship. He could never devote himself solely to one person, hell, he couldn't devote himself to anything. Brett was the living embodiment of indulgence, and that meant that he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. It was hard to find someone who would love him while he continued to cheat on them. He understood romance, but he didn't get why anyone would want it, and this was the prime reason why: it never worked. Had Brett been a little more sober, all he probably would have heard was that the fire girl was single, but he was pretty blitzed at the moment, and that meant that it was listening hour.
"I'm sorry, what happened?" he asked sympathetically. He knew that people were fragile when they lost a relationship like that. It was like grieving. It probably was grieving. He didn't know. All Brett knew was that rejection felt like shit. He couldn't stand it when strangers hated him. Brett sought the affection of everyone he met, or at least their attention. He could only imagine what it felt like to actually have someone you cared about reject you. He took a cigarette carton out of his pocket, and pulled a stick out, putting it in his mouth. "Mind lighting this for me?" he asked nonchalantly. Using a match or a lighter while next to a fire student was a waste. And it wasn't like he needed a big flame to get him going, anyway. Then again, this wasn't the most appropriate time to ask, but what about Brett was ever appropriate? He had a lot of problems that he masked by a confident smile and a feigned state of perpetual coolness.
Brett was surprised when Harley could tell that he was high. It was probably obvious to everyone, but most people just didn't care enough to bring it up. Maybe they were too nervous about it. Brett didn't know, but he was surprised that Harley was so cool about it. He'd only just started using, and he'd expected more "that'll kill you" lectures. So far, no luck in that department. He wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing, but he didn't mind much. "Oxies, they're bound to wear off any second now, though." Brett was pretty good about noting how long his buzzes would last. And while he'd never taken pain killers recreationally before, he knew the high couldn't last forever. "You wanna go get a drink or something? I feel like you need some cheering up," he offered. It probably wasn't a great idea to mix pain killers and booze, but it was bound to happen eventually, seeing as Brett relied on alcohol like most people relied on air.
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