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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Jan 23, 2016 17:22:24 GMT -5
@gingerfrost You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. NOTES idk what this is but hello here's a thing weeps. | releasing her grip on the metal, the twenty-two-year-old flung herself from the top of a shelf. in her free hand was an old guitar; dusty, with two of its six strings already snapped, "how 'bout this one then?" carynn asked, blinking at the customer that stood before her, "made in italy and a best seller back in 2016. heh! i still remember when the guy had to give it up t'me. it was somethin' his old man left him, i think? the poor sap. gambling does that t'ya, though. it's rough being an addict. i mean, prolly doesn't look it but i know how it feels. i'm a survivor of that environment, yanno?"
the customer blinked, looking up from the instrument handed to him, "you gambled?" he questioned in surprise.
hearing this, the small brunette suddenly giggled, "ehh? is that what it looks like? aren't i too cute for a label like that, though? and why would anyone end up on tartarus for gambling, anyway? uhuhu, you're a li'l retarded for someone yer age, aren't ya?" upper body leaned forward slightly so she could beam up at the customer. with a snort, carynn pulled back and made a twirl on one foot, "i don't blame you though; this face tends to have everyone else fooled, too. but the thing is, my mommy was the one who was a gambler. she's been into that sorta stuff ever since dad-"
she paused midphrase, when a sudden jingle was heard. blinking over her shoulder, the trafficker pouted when she saw that the customer had left. gaze slid down to the guitar on the floor and suddenly, her eyes narrowed, "how can ya get offended and leave just because i was honest enough to point out that you're fucked up in the head?" she asked no one in particular but with a growl, jerked her vision upward.
carynn inhaled deeply before letting out a: "gilberrrt!" she shouted, but without waiting for a response, spun around and walked to the back of the shop, "what, ya wanna have an innocent game of hide-and-seek? is that it? or do ya prefer a horror movie version of it? hnnn? uhuhu, maybe i should get a chainsaw while i'm at it? would ya like that better, gilbert?" snickering to herself, the twenty-two-year-old continued down her path, peeking into the washroom then the small kitchen area.
"c'mon, get yer ass out here. i need you to throw that guitar back on the wall for me, eh? and maybe watch the store for a sec while i go steal that fucker's wallet. would serve 'im right for wasting my time and breath, hmph!" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 15:00:23 GMT -5
It was around later hours of the morning nearing the lunch time period, Gilbert was feeling highly famished and found his way into the kitchen. It felt as if it had been days since he had eaten, did the food just leave his body? When was the last time he had even ate, now he thought about it he had no idea. Deep in thought moving things around in the fridge a huge shout sounded from few rooms over, the shout causing him to jump and slam his head on the fridge door shelf knocking a random egg to the ground.
The voice had belonged to what he considered the warden of his new found life, she was rather a stick in the mud if you asked him. Highly impatient, she was always jumping on at him for being slow on absolutely everything. Even when he was running she complained, it just plain brought tears to his eyes her horrid abuse. How did he end up in this Warden's prison? It started on a sunny day, he was minding his own business. That was it just minding his own business, some screams from near by, then shouting. Hell he couldn't recall it, he didn't want to recall it, the she-devil was probably up to no good and somehow dragged him into it. Why this? Why can't he just leave this place?
Stomp, Stomp, stomp. That was the exaggerated footsteps of the beast, she was drawing near! He felt all his skin crawl with goosebumps, what did she plan to make him do now? What did she plan to do with him now? Quickly fearing she will saw the broken egg, he quickly went to clean it up. By the time she reached the kitchen, he had managed to shut the fridge, pick up the eggshell, and positioned himself as if cleaning the kitchen floors. She stepped into the room, he assumed oblivious of his "cleaning" action and just went on about some guitar and customer.
He gave a slow goofy smile of glee, all he had to do was put a guitar back on the wall? THAT WAS IT? She will leave the store? LEAVE HIM ALONE? That sounded absolutely Fabulous. Why maybe he could hurry it up and even make a breakfast for himself, and be able to eat in... in.. in PEACE ALONE. He had little to no idea how long had passed, lost in dazed thought.
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Jan 25, 2016 17:10:56 GMT -5
@gingerfrost You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. NOTES shouldn't you be hurrying bc the guy's probs long gone by now, carynn? 8') | seeing the grin on his face, carynn blinked. head tilted slightly with her lips puckered out, the twenty-two-year-old made her steps over. she crouched down before him, leaving the guitar on the floor but continued to wear that quizzical expression. then, without another word further, her hands extended. both of her palms firmly smacked themselves against the god's cheeks. carynn grinned, "hehe! what'cha so happy about, hnn, gilly?"
giggling, she proceeded on pulling at the meat of his cheeks, rubbing, patting, and smooshing them, "fishy face! fishy face!" carynn cheered, sounding practically like a giddy toddler until she suddenly raised herself again, "c'mon! up on yer feet. we're goin' t'gether, since yer happy about me leaving the shop. what, ya think y'can just steal everything while i'm away? hah?" right hand moved to his hair and grabbed a fistful, tugging at it without much of a care, "get up! or i'll crush yer fuckin' fingers, yanno?"
never losing that smile, the brunette released her grip on gilbert's short locks; not before giving them a few taps so as to flatten them, however, "a'ight, let's get goin'," she commanded, though never forgot to gestured quickly to the broken instrument on the floor, "step on the guitar and yer dead. also, remember the last time when ya felt like i somehow didn't deserve responses from you, ya li'l shit?" reaching over to give a smack on gilbert's back so as to urge him forward, carynn rolled her eyes.
"wadda big baby. what'm i gonna do with you when someone barges in and tries t'kill us both? so unreliable, gilly. actually, you'd prolly be the first one to push me in front of the knife, won't ya?" a snort escaped her nose as she continued to force her fellow gang member to the front of the store. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 0:27:07 GMT -5
He was suddenly slapped back into reality as two palms symmetrically connected to his cheeks. The pain shot across his face, what should have been a quick pain soon grew worst as the tormentor pulled and played with his cheeks. Tears began gathering in his eyes, his willpower too weak to hold them back. With a shaking voice slightly distorted by the pulling of his cheeks made a sound that sounded similar to "stop", however completely warped coming out like "sta-aah-ahhp". If anyone was to view the relationship from the outside it would seem like a bully on a playground picking on the wimpy kid.
Lucky, or really not so lucky, of him she seemed to have listened and completely had stopped. The only problem she shouted more words that only shattered his heart, practically bringing despair to that once goofy smile. He wasn't going to be ALONE? He was going OUTSIDE? Before he could argue or even respond the mean cruel bully moved her right hand into his blonde hair, skillfully grabbing a fistful, something that had caused him to flinch unused to regular touch. The bully's voice rang loud and clear, stand up, don't question, or it will hurt badly. His head gave a nod snot slightly making a mess, her hand slowly released his lock, a battle one. She ever so gently flattened the locks back down, then with a commanded for them to get going.
He slowly face completely pouting stood over, whole body moving like a zombie back to life. Why could he just not have one day to himself. ONE DAY! JUST ONE. All ALONE. Just.. Just... like before... What play was this? Torture the guy who dances and sings? The pyscho woman went on talking about hoe unrealiable he was, and that he would be the first to kill her. He felt the need to respond, t o defend himself, something that only made him foolish and trip over himself. "I wo-won't do that..." He paused unsure what else to say, what does one say to OTHERS? Just hi and bye, run away? Right? Buried in his thoughts it didn't occur to him that he wasn't paying attention to his feet. "Hey, I-uhh.. uumm.... I-" Womp! He tripped over his feet landing chest down on the already broken guitar, his whole body forming in futile position protecting his hurt chest.
Realization hitting what he had done, quickly he unraveled, got up backing to the wall defensively. "I-I... It.. it.. Wasn't..." His voice shook, he was so dead. DEAD. Dead. His mind whirling thousands of death scenes. He began to sputter out reasons excuses, anything to save his own Ass. They were all very pathetic and all spouted so quickly she probably didn't hear a single one. Eventually he just closed his eyes and prepared to be murdered on the spot by a bat, blade, or even a random toy lying about.
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Feb 2, 2016 1:39:04 GMT -5
@gingerfrost You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. NOTES i blame gilbert for that. fully. /shot | grinning, carynn gave a flick to the back of gilbert's head, "of course you won't. like i fuckin' believe a pussy like you, gilly. li'l shits are usually the first ones to turn. don't think i dunno that. heh!" or maybe she just had some sort of trust issue regarding people outside her platoon, which, in all actuality, wasn't far from the truth. could anyone blame her though? she was practically a mob boss (except not quite considering the size of the bling ring).
despite her jeering, the other brunette's usually shrieks and stutters never came. instead, he simply... disappeared. hazel eyes flicked downward and, the sight of the fallen gilbert only caused carynn to tilt her head; what did he even trip over? looking further down, she noticed it.
the broken... shattered guitar.
"hrnn?" she let out quietly through her throat, one eyebrow making the slightest upward quirk as though she had just witnessed something interesting. head still tilted, her gaze slid from the instrument on the floor to the boy that had now practically glued himself to the wall. then again, he had all the reasons to feel that terror, she supposed. "uh~ oh! look what ya did! not only d'we gotta clean this up, now ya even owe me a fuckin' guitar! t'day just ain't yer day, is it?"
giggling, the twenty-two year old bent down to pick up the guitar. bringing it to her face, she examined the damage as she continued to speak to the god, "tell me, gilly, how much do you have on ya?" gaze briefly slid to him, the corners of her mouth still curled upward to form the usual cutesy smile. in fact, she was no different from usual save the certain odd twinkles in her eyes, "well, you've prolly heard a sayin' like this: 'when in rome, do as the romans do.' if ya don't got the money, pay with yer body," another fit of giggles escaped and, as she took steps closer to gilbert, the guiltar was also carelessly tossed to the side.
other hand moved forward and cupped the side of his face, despite carynn's own 4'9" self; where she lacked in height, she definitely made up in attitude. her palm slowly slid down to his neck, his collar bone, his chest, and eventually arrived at his hand. she held up the hand, admiring it, before her own thumb began to nudge, gently bending his middle finger backwards, "i'm sure you know how that works, don'tcha?" |
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