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Post by Alexandra Rose on Jun 15, 2009 22:02:22 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300] Open to All willing! [/glow] Alex looked blankly at the clear liquid that swirled in the glass bottle in her hand. It was strong and she liked that. With a sigh, she brought the bottle to her lips and allowed the cool colorless liquid to drain down her throat, before setting the bottle on the table behind her. She was just out of the hospital, where she spent a weeek, and could't wait to be able to drink freely again. She always hated the drugs they gave her there. The question is, for what? It was pointlless... comepleately, and utterly pointless. It's not like they will do shit... Alex picked up the bottle again, and took a large swing of the vodka. With these attempts the night will not be kind.
Alex got back to the university late that afternoon, and after checking in with the dean, went streight to her room. Eager to wash the smell of the hospital and to see how bad the bruises would be from the IV's they hooked her up to. The warm water felt welcoming on her skin when she stepped iinto the shower. Not too bad... At least not as bad as sometimes. Standing like that under the warm shower, time seeemed to abandon her at least for a bit... hesitantly,Alex woke from her trance, dried herself off, and throwing something on stumbled back to her room. The drugs and pills and Devil only knows what other shit they pumped her with still seemed to be in effect. The question is, why the hell were they still trying to do something? It was already known and established that the condition was inreversable. So why bother?
With out a second thought Alex grabbed a bottle of vodka, she has stashed away for her rechurn, and her guitar before getting out of her dorm once more. With out a secondn thought to it, acting as if on automatic motions Alex proceeded to the ball room, which she knew would be empty right now. No event was schedualed, so it's most likely to be the perfect place right now for peace, quiet, and a hangover in making. Just the right place to play some. The lights were off, and despite how much she wanted to keep them off, Alex was forced to churn at least the far ones on. Playing and manuvering drunk in total darkness was a bit too extreme. Alex found that out the hard way.
Now, she sat on one of the tables, her bottle at her side, and the guitar resting on her knee. The guitar was nothing special, just the old 6 stringed acustic one... But it played, and that was all that mattered. Her greeen eyes swept the room, before she struck the first notes, letting them settle into the dim silence before begining to play. Her hands worked on their own, her mind already far from this place, as she remembered an old bet. Her friend betted that she would not get deported to a rehb aftere coming home at 15 compleately waisted, Alex bet she would. Her friend won. She took another swing. She should have brought another bottle, this one would end soon. Too soon. With a small chuckle Alex closed her eyes, amused for no reason, and glad at being out of the clutches of the tourtures in white coats, she played the bard songs. Too drunk to sing, but sober enough to get lost in the notes of the plain but carefully constructed melody.
Her mother would have killed her for this.... too bad the woman wasn't here..... The hangover tommorow will....suck.
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Post by rembert "gambit" james holland on Jun 18, 2009 16:55:03 GMT -5
No one knew what Gambit did with his free time. Gambit, to the students at Camden, was a complete and utter mystery and creep. The boy typically walked the halls with a slightly too cheery grin and would greet people with tons of stories about “past experiences”. People would generally believe his stories as he was careful not to make them too unbelievable, but just awe inspiring enough to make someone think. The vast majority of Gambit’s “memories” that he told people were nothing but carefully sculpted tales that never really happened. It wasn’t that Gambit necessarily enjoyed lying, he just couldn’t help it. He would lie on impulse and at times it was really quite unnerving. This was something that Gambit couldn’t stop, nor would he. Back to what Gambit did with his free time. Generally, to get away from the constant headache that was school, Remy would retreat to the ballroom, where he would lay in the darkness and work on telling himself the truth. The bad thing about that… was that Remy had yet to succeed. He was beginning to believe most of the lies he told himself and half the time he spoke those, thinking they were truths.
Remy slowly walked toward the ballroom, knowing no one would follow him. Most people would steer clear of Remy anyway. Sure he was really good at talking to people and connecting with them, but he never really made friends. As he walked he tried to remember things that happened to him in the past. Remy could remember his mother, a beautiful black haired actress and his father, who hadn’t been around most of his life, an uptight psychologist who thought more of him as a patient than a son. When asked about his parents, Remy naturally told lies. Most people did know of Miranda Carmichael, but Remy couldn’t really be linked back to her because he went by his father’s surname instead. James Holland, though, would be an easy find for anyone that decided to dig up some dirt on him. Staring into the darkness, Gambit managed to push the memories and thoughts out of his mind. He didn’t need those thoughts weighing him down during meditation time. Distractions were unwanted. Licking his lips, Remy pushed open the door of the ballroom. There was music in the ball room and Gambit’s mind naturally jumped to haunting. GHOST MUSIC IN THE BALL ROOM!
With his mind leaping with excitement, Gambit continued into the slightly darkened room. The closer he got to the source of the music, the better he was able to tell that the source was no inhuman. It was a slight disappointment, but this at least granted him someone to talk to. Gambit was generally never at a loss for words when it came to conversation. He could talk about anything and make up a semi-believable story to go with it. He sat down at the table in one of the empty chairs and stared at the person playing. It would seriously suck if all the lights were off. That would really cut down a number of the believable things that he could say to her. “Hello, pretty lady,” Gambit said with a smile. “I see you’re playing a guitar there. Let me tell you… true story… there was a boy in East Chicago High that wanted a guitar so badly that he cut off his left bird finger. The only problem with that was that he couldn’t play it after he got it!” He was satisfied with his story. People were crazy and stupid enough to actually do that. “His name was Gordon, but most of my friends called peepants.”
Gambit shrugged “He never peed his pants that I know of so I’m not quite sure what was up with the nickname. It’s kind of odd, unless it was just a prediction or something.” He tilted his head, “You’re a lot better than him. Gordon was kind of awkward to watch. Like, not only did he have the one missing finger, but his other ones were kind of pudgy… so it was kind of funny. I think he made up chords as he went along. They couldn’t have been real.” Gambit leaned back in his chair, smirking and shaking his head. “Poor Gordon.” He finally leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “I’m Gambit. Just Gambit. Nothing else.” Remy circled his pointer finger on the table. “I don’t have a middle name.” Lies. “And my last name is top secret.” Lies. “I mean, my dad’s a government agent so identity protection’s pretty important.” More lies. “Who are you?”
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Post by Alexandra Rose on Jun 18, 2009 23:20:58 GMT -5
Alex didn't hear the guy come in, and only noticed the other person when he began speaking. She looked up, quickly scanning him from head to toe.. Familiar face... she's seen him somewhere around the campus, but the name she couldn't quite place... She did remember the people eyeing him with rather interesting glances, mostly avoiding. Alex smiled brightly, stoping the music of her guitar as she instead focused her already unfocused attention on the guy.
"Hey there pretty boy..." Alex responded raising one eyebrow a little, looking him over once more. Her speach was slightly slured due to the toxic mix that was circulating her body. God Damn all hospitals and drugs and doctors. They could all go to Hell with her for all she cared. But noo... so long as they got their money, they'd never leave you be. That's the worst part; knowing what is being done but not being able to put a stop to it. Oh, how she hated the feeling of helplessness, that just overwhelmed your sences, and killed you on the inside no better then cancer or some other fatal desease.
"Coursse I play better! I'm a pro... " Alex smirked a liittle, winking to the guy. It was a story. Too evident of one too. Unfortunately, she was 'blessed,' cursed in her opinon, to be able to see though people's lies. Sometimies shee wisihed she didn't. Sometiimes she wished to find peace in the reasuring lies that they have told her. The sweet naiveness that gave one hope thaat they so despirately need. Thee ability to reject the pitty that fallowed imidiately after like ann obidient servent. Alas, somethings aree just not ment to happen. So, she kept that to herself, instead takiig anotheer swing from the bottle.
At least now she had company, though she was stiill debating if it were a good thing or not. Then again, it all depended on the type of person he was, and blah, blah, blah...Her drunnken mind just didn't seem too thiriilled to cooporate with the rest of her body, not to mention the spinal coord andn the rest of the fun anatomy that makes it all up. For second she couldn't help but remeember a scene from "Miss Congeniality" Where Vick, is makig her go down the steps gracefully in the blue dress whilee she has the ton of amo under iit. She seemed to say the exact same thing as Alex was thinking. Then it went iinto the whole talent discussion and ended with the dog becoming a "Doughnut Nazi".... go figuree.
"Pleasure meeting you Gambit..."She smiled sweetly, wavingn her hand casually in the air. "You know, I once had a friend like that. Her father was a Spy for the millatary, and was away on missions most of the tiime. Her name was Alice, so we called her Alice in Wonderland. You know, after the book, cuz she never knew what isi going to happen next. She was even forbidden from speaking her last name. Here middle name was Marie.... I think..." She paused for a moment. "Then she disappeared one day... never seeen her since..." The young woman paused for effect before cheerfully smiling again, as her unfocused gaze into nowwhere focused on him. "I'm Robin.. Just Robin, or Flames if you prefer something more... moree....I don't know...more somethin'...' Alex smiiled once more, she too could play this game... Witih that she took another swing of the Vodka. the damn liquid's goinig to be gone too damn soon. |
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Post by rembert "gambit" james holland on Jun 22, 2009 16:55:16 GMT -5
Gambit eyed her with slight suspicion. Obviously she was inebriated, and that was slightly irritating. He hated talking to drunk and or high people because of the fact that their minds were usually altered. They weren't very good for conversation. Gambit thought drinking to be severely irresponsible. If this girl had been drinking, then she deserved every headache that would come later. He really didn't show mercy for people that wished to destroy their own bodies that way. Gambit was prone to better, smarter methods that would look a lot more natural than that. There had been once, though, when Gambit had been dared to cut himself. It wasn't anything huge, but Gambit could never turn down a bet. That was one of his downfalls. But as Alex spoke Gambit heard something that he didn't like in her voice.
With a cheery smile Gambit shrugged, "Oh, come on, obviously you're not a PRO or you would be doing things with your music other than playing in a dark ball room." He laughed, "Although, there was a girl... in another city that I went to for a few years, well, she claimed to be a professional palm reader. My palm was the only one she couldn't read. Yet... as good as she was with reading everyone else's palms... she was where she was... so yeah." Part of that was actually true. It was from when Gambit had been sent to an asylum by his father. It had been a boy instead of a girl that had the palm reading profession and they really couldn't read Gambit's palms. It wasn't like Gambit couldn't remember correctly... it was that he couldn't help but lie about it. Like most lies... there were bits and pieces of the truth in there.
As the girl went on to go into her own story, Gambit raised an eyebrow. The bad thing about her talking to a liar, was that he knew all the signs. Gambit frowned slightly, disappointed that this girl would mock his condition without even getting to know him first. "That's a shame. Unfortunately, being the child of any sort of government official can be pretty tough. I knew a girl named Alice once while I was on scene with my father. Doubt it's the same one. You're Alice sounds a bit nicer judging by the fact that she had friends." Gambit shrugged. "The Alice I knew was nowhere near nice. She tended to treat everyone rudely and with mocking malice." Again Gambit shrugged, looking off into the dark ball room. He wished that he were alone in there. Then he wouldn't have to deal with this girl who wanted to play his own game. Little did she know... it wasn't a game for him... he couldn't help but be that way.
"But flames, I find this conversation to be much the same as one that I have had with Alice formerly." Gambit said, still smiling, "See, it's like she thought she was God or something... like no matter what she said or did she would never be touched by anyone." Remy drew in a deep breath, "You probably aren't like that though. I'm sure you are a nice girl when you aren't killing your brain cells." More lies... but all worth it.
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Post by Alexandra Rose on Jun 23, 2009 22:51:14 GMT -5
Alex smilied a liittle. She raiiseed her hands sllightly, balancingn the guitar her knee. Her eyebrows slightly up, and her face smiling pleasantly. "You've caught me!" She raised her hands sliilghtly more, as if indicating surrendere, before her balance swayeed, and she was forced to steedy herself. "I'm no pro... but I still play preety good.... I think.... Eh, piano, is much betteer though." Alex chuckled slightly. "But, hey, give the girl a break, I lilke to joke around! Say, can you play?" It was true. Piano was pounded into her, and her siblings from birth. Playing day in and day out under her Aunt's watchfull eye. Peerfection. That was the goal. A goal that is to be achived at all cost. Finding the black and white keys of the piano much more familiar then the thin metal strings of the guitar, Alex first picked it up about a year ago, and has been learning and playing it ever since. Bard liikee songs seeminig to be her favorite.
"You know, there is a saying...That if a fortune teller was unable to predict it, and a palm reader as unable to read your palm, then your life willl be a pleasant surprisie the master of which, is you." She couldn't remember where or when she has heard it from, or from who, but that hardly was the point. "So, perhaps tis a good thing...beeing the masteer of your own fate, not influenced by anyone's word......" Her voice traileld off a liittle, as she waved it off, and churnend her attention to what Gambit was saying.
She smiled a little, placing the guitar on nthe chair to her side, as she leaned forward, folding her arms on her knees. "Well, Alice does seem to be a popular name these days. Then agaiin, it might have been the same one. Traveling changes people."Alex concluded, before being forced to smile again. She wasn't that drunk not to notice the particular tone with which Gambit said her nickname. Besides, somehow she has build up a tolerance that allows her body to process a larger amounts of alcohol, with out getting as drunk as the average. But, her smile soon grew into a chuckle. "Am I that bad, or is she that good?" From the average perspective the question probablyl didn't make sense... too much of it anyways. She paused for a moment, before with a smille elllegantly lowering her head. "Why.... That was sweet! I do hope to fulfill your expectations...Gambit" |
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Post by rembert "gambit" james holland on Jun 26, 2009 13:21:52 GMT -5
Gambit raised an eyebrow, his leg moving up and down excitedly. He wasn't sure what was making him so jumpy, but oh well. He frowned slightly as Alex mentioned piano. "Oh... what a shame... not that piano is a bad instrument... just that I remember this one girl in eight grade... she was really pretty." Gambit's eyes widened. "But anyway, she played Piano and I was all like into singing at the time and we were going to team up for the talent show... but our styles didn't mesh." Gambit shrugged. "She was all like 'nooooooo, you have to sing about NATURE.' and I was all like 'SHHHIIIIIZZZ I wanna sing about heeeeell and going to hell and death and pain and darknessss.'" He tilted his head with the same creepy smile returning. "I remember her asking me if flowers grew in hell and if I could maybe sing about those. But I stood my ground cause you know that's sorta the pre-pubescent stage and like... you know, no girl was gonna tell me what to sing about!"
In actuality there was no girl that played piano. Gambit could sing, but he didn't like it. The talent show in eighth grad had actually been bust because there weren't enough people willing to participate. Gambit had to admit that his made up memory was much more entertaining than the real memory. He shrugged, "I don't know about that. I mean, I don't doubt that it's possible for that to be what it means... but you know, I'd rather it think that my fate is unpredictable or whatever." Really, Gambit wasn't sure what he thought about that, but he did know that he could just make stuff up off the fly and that would do just fine. Gambit was all about what sounded better some of the time. This was one of those times where he just wanted to twist the truth a little and manipulate it to be what he wanted it to be. His statement really meant that he didn't have a damn clue about what he thought about that. Oh well.
"Hm, yeah, oh, wait... what did you say? I don't think I eard you right?" Gambit grinned, "Sounded like you said something like... Alex does dream to be Jupiter somedays. I kind of doubt that's what you said though." Actually, Gambit heard exactly what she said. He just wasn't in the mood to make things easy on her. "Then again, you've been drinking so maybe you could have said that. That's kind of why I asked, ya know? Don't want to make no assumptions or nothin'." Gambit couldn't help but lie to her now. It was like because it felt as if she were demeaning him earlier... that she was fair game. He didn't have to feel bad about lying to her because she was egging it on really. "I think it's both, ya know? Like, you're that bad and she's that good. I think it could go the other way too cause like... you're also that good and she's also kinda bad. See where I'm coming from?"
Gambit shrugged, "I suppose you might meet my expectations if I had any. But I don't have any so you can't meet them." He grinned, "Can't complain about not having expectations, though. Some people like to sing about hell, others would rather go there, ya know?" He shrugged, "Singing about it lacks expectations, but attempting to go there, well, that's half he battle with expectations."
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Post by Alexandra Rose on Jun 26, 2009 15:07:06 GMT -5
Alex's smile faded a bit, something like a grim shadow passing over her eyes as she looked at the guy. Hell... that was one place she wished to avoid at all costs... yet it was one place she knew she'll end up at. Death. The unavoidable thing, no matter how hard one tries. It'll come for him and it doesn't matter where he hides or where he runs to. Catching herself, Alex shifted slightly taking a swing out of the bottle, before putting it back on the table. Her smile rechurning as if nothing happened. In her head she wished that he had not noticed. And if he did, he'd lie that he saw nothing. No questions. No pitty. No sympathy. They sickened her. Sometimes, all Alex wanted was someone to slam her into the wall, and tell her to get over it. That it's not over just yet...
"No offence, but guys in middle school... are crazy! Then again, in highschool they simply go from crazy to just down right stupid." Alex spoke up a little, though it was not dirrected at Gambit, to think of it, it wasn't directed at any one in perticular. Sometimes, she simply voiced her thoughts outloud.
"Fate can be predictable. Life... Life on the other hand isn't. You know... sometimes it seems to go along with what ever is going on, and then the next moment, BAM!" She slaped her hand on the knee for emphasis." And you end up someplace where you'd never think you'll be, doing what you would have never imagened doing..." She laughed slightly, streightning her back a bit. He seemed to like talking. She met some people like that before. Thankfully, so far, he actually made sence. A little... At least, the stories he made up were somewhat entertaining, and had nothing to do with pointless gossip that those kind of people favored. Yes, it was pretty easy to tell that he was making them up, but, she let that slide.
"Hhhmmm... I'm not sure I'd any thing about Jupiter, that planet just doesn't fit my style... but, you seem like you'd do good on Mercury." Alex chuckled, shaking her head a little. "Don't wonder into a little fantasy, darling. I've been drinking, but this is barely enough to make me tipsy." She glanced down at now nearly empty bottle. "It's the Irish blood, probably...." She heard many times now that her family had a high tolerance for alcohol, she simply didn't imagine how high, till she started drinking herself.
"Heh, I'll take that as a compliment then." Alex smirked refering to the comparison of her and 'Alice.' She paused a little hearing about expectations. Good. One headache less. Now, only to figure out why he's so picky...Her composure and speach were still sober, at least for now. Besides, it's not like it'll be much difference if she were fully sober. She'd be able to catch him on a lie in an instant in either way. But the Hell... That was getting to her. No thing showed of that, save the grim look that passed her expression when he talked about the songs he wanted to sing on that show. "Good. No expectations, no disappointment." She nodded before sitting up. "Trying to go down there before you're time's up, that just stupid. Lacks class... Show's that you're a coward."
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