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Post by paris katherine d'agastino on Jan 13, 2012 23:44:58 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/fonT] AND I SWEAR IT'S THE LAST TIME AND I SWEAR IT'S MY LAST TRY[/color][/font] AND WE'LL WALK IN CIRCLES AROUND THIS WHOLE BLOCK[/font] WALK ON THE CRACKS ON THE SAME OLD SIDEWALKS[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] Paris used the crayons at the diner to draw on the paper placemat that was on her table. She had gotten herself into a little trouble earlier meeting up with one of the Prep students to get high. She knew the shit was laced with something at the time her high started to feel a little funny, but by the time that happened she'd already pardoned the boy and made him leave. She did not have sex with him like she lead Alric to believe. He was just a carrier of her high and her attention was the only price she had to pay. She would have been a lot more pissed if she'd paid money for this shit that was making her tweak unusually.
She couldn't tell much about what was going on around her, but as her stomach started to rumble she knew that food could help her. Maybe a full stomach would settle whatever the fuck was in there pissing it off and tying it in knots. She got in her car, a dumb thing to do when she was high as fuck but she's gotten used to driving in this state, and she sped off out of the Prep school parking lot towards the diner. A BLT was what she needed right now with a big order of fries. Mmm, add some cheese to those and she'd be in cheesy fries heaven. She got to the diner in one piece and was seated within minutes in the corner. It had been her idea to take a childs placemat and crayons, and after she ordered her food was when she started texting Alric.
She practically forgot each message just after she sent it but he seemed to get the point of them. She didn't tell him she hadn't gone home tonight. There was no reason for him to know she wasn't back at the dorm. When he asked when and where she looked up at the clock and checked the time. 9:45. She punched in 11:00 because it'd give the diner people to make her order so she could eat it, and she wasn't all that worried if he wasn't going to be there on time. At this point it was still up in the air if she'd even go to the warehouse because her memory was becoming shit. This became evident when the waitress brought her food over to her and she asked where the fuck it came from. She even went as far as to look frantically around her for whoever had ordered one of her favorite meals.
The waitress looked at her like she was psychotic but instead of calling for a straight jacket she left the table and waited on someone else. What the fuck had Paris taken? She scarfed down her food leaving only remnants of cheese on her plate and some bread crumbs, and after she threw a bill on the table to cover the meal and tip she stood up. She tugged on the sleeves of her sweatshirt to pull them over her hands so they wouldn't freeze as she stumbled through the diner opening the door.
The freezing cold air struck her face with some force and it perked her up as she stood taller fumbling for her keys as she walked to her car. There was somewhere she was supposed to be right? Paris couldn't remember as she turned the car on and started backing out, and as she did so her phone beeped letting her know she'd missed a text. She'd forgotten who she was talking to for a second as she opened up the text and read it. It told her that Alric would be there but not on time, but now she was confused because she couldn't figure out where there would be. Her brilliant idea was to go through her sent messages and find it, and as she opened her last message sent she saw abandoned warehouse in small bold lettering.
That at least answered her question about where the fuck she was going as she peeled out of the diners small lot and headed towards the outskirts to get to the warehouse. It didn't take long with a fast car like hers that she liked to weave in and out of traffic. The warehouse was kind of creepy when it was dark and abandoned so Paris kept her lights on for a bit so she could at least see infront of her. She checked her watch and saw there was still twenty or so minute until he was supposed to show so instead of standing around outside she wanted to go in and explore.
She shut the car lights off and stuffed her hands in her hoodie pocket as she shuffled her feet towards the door only seeing a small reflection of the moon in the broken glass. She patted her pockets and found a lighter as she flicked it on and held it infront of her to see better in this place. About twenty steps into the building was when she heard noise behind her towards the door, and paranoid as she was high she spun around quick killing the light so she could see them and not vice versa. "Who's out there?" She called staring off into the night forgetting why she was even there in the first place all of a sudden. That was one of the worst parts about being high for Paris. She was scatter brained around school sometimes but never this bad. Drugs did a number on her system though she'd never admit that and stop taking them. That'd just be dumb when she was having so much fun getting blitzed off her dealers daily supply.
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Post by alric percival baker on Jan 16, 2012 9:18:55 GMT -5
. she's gone insane I THINK HER BREAKS DON'T WORK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR PARIS, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . HIGH RISSKY BUSINESS! There was no reason to worry.
There was no reason to rush.
Eleven o’clock was a good hour, and some change, away from the present time. Which is why the blonde haired male just nestled into further into armchair he was occupying, his cold stare fixed on the screen whenever it alerted him of a new message from Paris; he didn’t have a clue why she’d initially made contact to begin with, as if she actually had wanted to know how his time at the ravine had gone. That in itself was a joke and he’d allowed himself to chuckle at her expense earlier when he’d gotten her message, but he knew better than anyone that when you were on a trip there was no telling how it’d effect your emotions or your thinking; hell Ricky wouldn’t be surprised if she were sober this would be another conversation all together. Hanging around the abandoned house he and few others often came to for refuge when the cold conditions of winter forced them inside, or if the pigs were out in force, he was still debating on if he’d actually meet her or not. Of course he would, he’d always come if she asked him to; he’d just take his sweet time doing so.
When her texts stopped coming as frequently his attention had been drawn to one of the girls who was so far gone it was safe to say she might think she were in Narnia if someone had told her so, but the way she was swaying her hips to some song that only she could hear had him captivated. But what male wouldn’t take notice of a woman who was shaking her ass around for all to see? The fact he himself was tripping out was also working in the girl’s advantage for keeping his attention; Paris wouldn’t be happy he focused on someone else, even when just talking on the phone, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Besides he wasn’t allowing himself to care what Paris wanted at the moment. That was why he was up on his feet, shoving his phone in his pocket, and soon enough dancing, grinding, along with the girl to the imaginary beat.
In a short while the two’s lips were exploring the parts of each other’s bodies they could find, but his damn phone kept alerting him to the new messages he received; growling in frustration he was tempted to break the damn thing, all he wanted was to get better acquainted with the girl he was with. And she wasn’t to keen to let him get away as he backed away from her, her hands were grabbing at him trying to pull him back. Chuckling he allowed his lips to find hers once again before leaving them unsatisfied and pouty at his retreat, ”Just a second…gotta shut this damn thing off. Then I’m all yours.” Ricky faked an amused smile as she clapped over enthused that they’d get back to what they were doing, assuming the woman wouldn’t lose focus; his hand sliding up and down and side seemed to keep her focus on him as she rocked back and forth trying to be cute, Ricky didn’t need her to act cute. As he was about shut off his phone he saw who it was from and hit the side of his head, though he’d rather stay he knew it was better to go like he said he would and see what Paris wanted. If she was all kinds of fucked it might be easier to deal with her, he hoped though greatly doubted it at the same time.
Allowing the girl to tag along Ricky had talked one of the guys he knew into giving him a life; in the passenger seat he watched the scenery rush by, his forehead pressed against the chilled glass. It wasn’t helping to numb the pain in his head now caused by the whining of the girl, he should have left her back at the abandoned house with the other people all strung on their different drugs of choice. Seeing the familiar warehouse come into view his hand was already on the handle, ready to open the door and spring out, as the car came to a halt and he did so though he had to stop in his tracks; having acted to face he was a bit light headed and had to get his bearings before almost barreling into the familiar car he now found himself next to. Ricky’s fingers ran over the frame, his lips slowly stretching out into a smile. ”Hello gorgeous and where is your sexy owner?” There was no denying who’s car this was, and though people might say he was crazy for talking to her car he found himself doing so at times.
All to soon his ears felt like they were bleeding as he heard the whiney voice call out to him, ’Ricccccccccccccccky…what are we doing here? It’s scary here.” He didn’t have to crane his neck around much to look at her in annoyance as she was now by his side clinging to his arm, ”Maybe it’ll scare you sober.” Patting her head his cold eyes rolled when she seemed to be enjoying his affection, even though he was treating like an animal and not a human; obviously she wasn’t loved enough and mistook simple gestures for acts of love, that would have to be nipped in the bud. Pushed her arm he managed to slip his own free from her old before heading towards the building, You sure know how to pick the most romantic places. He thought to himself as he went inside, able to pick out the single light in the room before it went out. The corners of his lips curled up as he began to walk closer to her, slowly so she hopefully wouldn’t kill him; listening to his own footfalls he quickly noted they were accompanied by another set, this one moving faster and getting closer. Looking over his shoulder he was almost bowled over by the girl, ’you left me!’ Emitting a defeated sigh he continued towards Paris, about to close as much space between them as he could before his new attachment maneuvered in front of him to act as a road block. That was just peachy. ”Who else would it be arriving late as usual?”
His eyes wanted to roll up into his head as that annoying voice cut in once again, he liked her so much better when she wasn’t saying anything at all. ’who is this skank?’ Now that had to be the funniest thing he’d heard all night, because the girl had opened the door for her own funeral; even if Paris didn’t seem to mind her sexual drive being pointed out, she still had to remain the alpha bitch didn’t she? ”Ooo you are on your own…” Pushing her off he took a step away from her, sliding his hand into his pants pocket he retrieved a small bottle stoppered with eye dropper; getting liquid in the eye dropper before removing it. Tilting his head back he dropped a few drops on his tongue and swallowed; a perfect way to watch a fight.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by paris katherine d'agastino on Jan 17, 2012 20:40:46 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/fonT] AND I SWEAR IT'S THE LAST TIME AND I SWEAR IT'S MY LAST TRY[/color][/font] AND WE'LL WALK IN CIRCLES AROUND THIS WHOLE BLOCK[/font] WALK ON THE CRACKS ON THE SAME OLD SIDEWALKS[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] Hearing the familiar males voice Paris smirked as she stumbled forward over the filthy floor towards him, but she soon stopped in her tracks as she heard a shrill whiney female voice accompanying him. She cocked her head to the side squinting to get a better look at the bitch that was stepping into dangerous territory but from this distance she couldn't recognize her. She was sure up close she wouldn't be able to recognize her either after she disfigured her face for getting in her way of his attention. The chick stood between Paris and Ricky like she actually could hold them off of one another, but the silly little bitch should have realized it'd take a lot more than that to keep these two apart.
Paris ran her tongue over her bottom lip wetting it as she then moistened the top by rubbing both lips together. "You really shouldn't have brought me a present Ricky. I don't deserve one after the bitch i've been." who is this skank? Paris was talking about this female as her present, and her words were dripping with sarcasm as she walked closer to size the other female up. "You remembered I liked my women feisty, good boy." When he took his step away Paris closed the space between them looking him in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her usual devilish smirk was plastered across her face. She picked her hand up to slide it across his cheek tapping her fingers against his jaw smirking as she put her eyes back on the female. "You really should be watching your words around me honey." Her voice was drawn away from Ricky as all attention was now on the female running her mouth about something or other.
Paris cocked her head to the other side as she stepped around the female taking her all in. "Is this a joke Rick?" She turned to face the male who had broken away from the girls knowing what was about to go down between the two. The girl said something else and Paris took a step closer to her letting her fingers run smoothly up this other girls arm. Her hand was swatted away as the girl smacked it pushing Paris away and all she did was laugh. "You want to get physical so soon honey", she smirked in one swift motion grabbing the girl by the hair and yanking her off balance. That was the best part about chicks wearing heels. It was so easy to break their balance and send them crumbling to the floor. Paris wasn't about to let her fall yet as instead she used whatever strength she had to keep her up on her knees.
With her hand still in the girls hair she yanked it back so she was staring up at Paris hovering over her. Paris leant down getting really close to her face as she took in the females perfume wanting to gag at the flower bullshit she had on. "He's with me now so you best be backing the fuck up or i'll break your leg. Do we have an understanding?" The girl spat out an insult as Paris yanked on the girls hair again to hear her shriek and grab ahold of Paris to try to get her off of her. "She does look tasty Ricky i'll give you that much," she stuck her tongue out licking the girls cheek seductively to piss her off as she felt the struggle the girl began to give as she was easily standing back up backing Paris up with some force.
"See darling," her words directed to Ricky standing away from them, "this is why we don't double date." She joked as the girl slapped Paris leaving her to stand up straight letting go of the girls hair. The intimidation was over and that slap proved this girl really wanted to play. Paris felt her burning cheek where the girl had slapped her and rolled her eyes as the girl infront of her stood up fully still running off at the lips. Paris cocked her head a final time taking one last good look at this drunken girl before the inevitable happened. She felt powerless as her hand curled into a fist, she pulled back, and struck the girl in the jaw sending the girl sideways. Paris, being a fan of the classics, grabbed hold of the girls shoulder turning her back to face her as she took another swing connecting with her face again.
The chick lost balance again as Paris did nothing to catch her but instead watched her as she fell to the ground. "Oh, bam bitch went down." She laughed listening to her voice carry around the building, and being smart she picked her boot up and jammed the heel of it into the girls shoulder so she wouldn't squirm. "Now I suggest you get your skanky ass back to the city and leave us the fuck alone or else things are going to get a lot messier around here. This is actually me being nice so don't piss me off. Do we have an understanding?" She dug her heel into the girl who whimpered and agreed on the floor. Paris removed her boot and stepped back as she watched the chick scamper to stand up, and when she went towards Alric Paris cleared her throat to frighten her until she turned around and raced for the exit.
"Wasn't that fun?" She spoke up sarcastically as she made her way towards Ricky standing there, and when she was close enough to see his eyes she leaned in closer until their lips almost brushed. "I'm glad we're finally alone. I've been wanting to do this all day," she nipped at his lip tugging on it a little before pulling her face away from his and slapping him. "That's for being a douche. You need to knock that shit off," she stepped back feeling that still burning spot on her face where that bitch got ahold of her with her palm. "Oh, and next time leave your toys at home where they belong." Whether she'd admit it or not having that other girl show up with him really pissed her off.
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Post by alric percival baker on Jan 31, 2012 2:30:39 GMT -5
. she's gone insane I THINK HER BREAKS DON'T WORK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR PARIS, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .BETTER NOT BE TALKING ABOUT NO FEELINGS! CAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE IT COULD GO THAT WAY. Distancing himself from the two women, he’d barely swallowed the liquid he’d dropped onto his tongue when the blurred image of Paris was coming into focus as she stepped in front of him; glassy eyed he stared back into those dark eyes of hers, seeing nothing but an endless abyss of evil staring back at him. While he was sure some was directed at him most of it was going to be unleashed on the little twit who’d decided she’d tag along behind Ricky to partake in their party; it wasn’t wise but there hadn’t been time to warn her. Not that he would, it was always fun to watch Paris put other girls in their place. He’d swear it was jealously, she didn’t want him with anyone else, but always remembering who he was dealing with it was easy to tell himself she just got jealous she didn’t have his full attention. Somehow getting lost in those dark pools of her eyes, with how dark they were he’d swear they were all iris(possible side effect of whatever she was on), it seemed to last longer than it had as time seemed to have drug on forever until he felt the gentle touch her hand across cheek. Everything that had just happened sped before his eyes in an instant and he realized she’d addressed him, his tongue slipped from his mouth and ran over both his lips before disappearing again; ready to answer but once again coming to another realization, he hadn’t needed to and she was back to addressing the other woman.
Ricky had forgotten the other woman was even still there, somehow he could so drawn into Paris and everything else would fade away; and with added effects of the drugs he’d taken it was easy to only focus on the one thing standing before him. And was there really a man in Jacksonville who would find it hard to focus on such a fine piece of ass as Paris D’Agasinto. No longer feeling the warmth of her hand his head began to tilt to that side as he looked on in fascination to see what was going to happen. It was hard not to look on in excitement if anyone saw the way Paris maneuvered around her prey, circling like the predator she was and ready pounce at any second; in this dark place it might be hard to make out but there was no denying the sway of her hips or the intimidating way she leaned in closer to the other woman while inspecting her. If he could still see her eyes there was no doubt in Ricky’s mind they’d be filled with disgust and utter contempt. And he’d match the look of hers, he’d gotten a look at the female in the light and she was complete trash; perfect for using and tossing aside. ”Hmmm?” He just barely registered his own name but by the time he was catching up she was moving up, he couldn’t help but smile at his own amusement in how he was enjoying his high as it had him spacing already. Hopefully he wouldn’t miss the blood bath that was sure to come.
Once again time seemed to play tricks on him as the scene before him seemed like one out of the Matrix with how slow the two women were moving, his eyes widened in disbelief and he found he couldn’t look away as Paris was yanking the girl around by her hair. Her weren’t registering with him but her actions were speaking volumes and he was actually glad this idiot girl had wondered in after him; this was some good entertainment, he just needed some popcorn and a chair and he’d kick back and enjoy his show. The faint smile that remained on his face grew ever so slightly as he watched Paris lick the other woman’s skin, his body began to tingle all over in excitement. Though his mind was smiles away from where it had been mere minutes ago he hadn’t thought she’d try to play with the girl that way, it was turning him on. Which meant she’d have to hurry up her fun or it’d be the three of them playing together, and he wouldn’t let her have any say about it.
”I see you’ll steal my women from me, or it’ll just become one big orgy. That doesn’t seem so terrible to me.” Ricky blinked as he looked about, not believing that voice had come from him, but he couldn’t see anyone else in pitch black area surrounding him, aside from the two women, and could only chuckle light-heartedly at himself. This evening was just getting better and better, he was going to have to take this stuff more often it truly was a great trip. His laughter cut off at sound of skin meeting skin and his head snapped around in the direction, having missed exactly who had hit who. That is until he saw the fluid motion of Paris’ fist drawing back before meeting the girl’s face not once but twice after having turned her around. Ricky was thankful neither of their attention was focused on him as he couldn’t help but smirk and stare at Paris with the fondest of looks; his girl was a bad ass. But he’d already known that. He was upset it was almost, he knew it was almost over. While Paris would have no problem decorating the floor and walls with more of the girl’s blood he could tell this was the part where the other woman would run off to lick her wounds. Listening to the threatening words directed to the woman pinned beneath her boot Ricky’s lips curled up into a sinister smirk; it had been a good show and he was overly tempted to pull her in closer and have his way with her. Forgetting why he’d come in the first place.
Watching the frightened girl scurry off into the darkness his hands began to clap together slowly to applaud what he’d just witnessed. It really was something. Before he could increase the speed of his hands she was bearing down on him and Ricky spaced them apart enough for her slender frame to squeeze through. Trying to lean in closer to get the full of pressure of her lips against his, but being teased and met with utter disappointment in the form of a slap; teasing wasn’t enough she actually had to hit him. His eyes grew wide in disbelief, mixed with frustration and annoyance, what the fuck was that even for. ”You’re gonna hit me…” He still couldn’t believe she’d done it, but then again he probably would’ve seen it coming if he’d remembered why he’d been called there. ”…just gonna smack me and walk away.” He probably looked like a lunatic but he didn’t care as he closed the space between them he reached for her hands to pull her in closer, holding her hands against his chest as he looked into her eyes rage burning in his own. ”What the fuck was I being a douche about exactly?” The side of his face she’d struck was on fire and he just wanted to put some ice on his face or take some drugs to numb the pain, but right now he had to focus on her like usual when they were together. ”And why are you even complaining about me being a douche? It’s not like you should care you don’t care about anyone.”
Releasing her hands he turned his back to her as he stepped away from her, running his hand over his blonde locks as he tried to figure out the answers to his own questions. But his brain didn’t want to work that way at the moment. Sighing in frustration he turned back around to face her, looking as confused and frustrated as he felt on the inside. ”You shouldn’t care if I bring anyone with me Paris. What the hell is wrong with you?” Ricky could only shake his head at how his friend was acting, it was strange behavior and he was hoping it was just this high she was on and that the drugs hadn’t surfaced some secret feelings. ”Whatever it is you need to stop. What happened to the girl who didn’t care if I have other women hanging off me? She was fun, she didn’t care if I acted like a douche because it’s who I am.” Well a dick but really weren’t they just the same thing but just a different word, as long as you weren’t using the literal meaning. Either way he was losing his buzz from all this, ”And you kill my buzz. Fucking beautiful.”- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by paris katherine d'agastino on Feb 2, 2012 14:26:42 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/fonT] AND I SWEAR IT'S THE LAST TIME AND I SWEAR IT'S MY LAST TRY[/color][/font] AND WE'LL WALK IN CIRCLES AROUND THIS WHOLE BLOCK[/font] WALK ON THE CRACKS ON THE SAME OLD SIDEWALKS[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] He was lucky all of her attention had been focused on the female or he would have gotten punched by now with his peanut gallery observations. The girl was smarter than she looked as Paris watched her scurry off like the mouse she was, but unluckily for Ricky that meant Paris could focus all of her attention on him. His clap rang through the hollow room echoing off every corner as Paris walked towards him victoriously. He shouldn't have expected any less from her though. High or not Paris could hold her own in a fight. She was just glad she hadn't been drinking or her balance might have been thrown off.
He had no idea what was coming to him as Paris slapped him trying to knock sense into that head of his. "Technically that was a slap," he could call it a hit but her smartass couldn't shut up. Slapping him had felt amazing as she backed off needing the space to get her head straight, or however straight it could get in her current state. When he pulled her into him she wanted to struggle but curiosity got the best of her and she wanted to hear what he had to say. With her hands on his chest she could feel the beating of his heart wild from the drugs or the rush of getting slapped and she focused on it trying to see if it matched the racing of her own. She'd been high on drugs and just in a fight so her adrenaline meter was through the roof.
His question caught her offguard as she tried to resume focus on the beating of their hearts, but that voice just had to speak up again and her thought jumbled into one big mess. "You think I care about you Ricky?" She laughed shaking her head as she drew her eyes up from her hands on his chest to look him in the eye. "I don't care about you. I care that my fuck buddy dealer's a douche who wouldn't bring me what I wanted. I don't care what the fuck you do but when it fucks with my high we're going to have issues." She might have cared about him but she would not tell him that. He did not need to know that minor detail. "Now let me go before I grab hold of those three chest hairs and yank."
He seemed to have been letting her go anyway though as she stepped away from him running her fingers through her hair to fix it from the jostling it'd gotten earlier. She was beginning to think that having him meet her here was a bad idea. Asking what the hell was wrong with her made her stop and think for a second as she looked him over, but her sights shifted as she gazed down towards the ground where she'd had the woman pinned. "You don't fucking get it do you Baker boy?" Paris tugged at her hair trying to calm herself down but it just wasn't working so she released her rage like planned. "I don't care who you have with you, but like I said before if it fucks with me getting laid or high there's going to be a problem. You're supposed to be the one guy I can call when I needed a good lay, and tonight you bring some other chick around? I tried the whole chick thing and want to know what I found out? I'm not no damn lesbian so don't bring them around."
If she was in a better mood she might have liked the idea of a threesome, but with whatever drug he'd laced her shit with her thoughts were running wild. Her head was spinning as she turned around so she wouldn't have to look at him in this mood she was in. If he thought these feelings were because of him he had another thing coming. She couldn't stand with her back turned for long as she faced him now and stepped right up until there was barely space between them. "You want to talk about me fucking acting different why don't you take a good look in the mirror? Where's the boy that'd do whatever he had to just to keep me satisfied? Where's the guy who wouldn't fucking make up excuses to get out of hanging out? You knew exactly what I wanted and you wouldn't let me have it, so for that you get this-" she found that slap to be so encouraging that she needed to do it again, so she once again pulled her arm back and slapped him on the other cheek. "Didn't want that one getting jealous."
She needed to calm herself down fast as this high and her attitude was making her head spin, so before she passed out she removed herself from the situation and stumbled for the door. She did not look back to see where the man who'd completely fucked her idea of a good night up. Once outside she leaned back on her car taking in some deep breaths feeling the chill air starting to calm her. Either that or the numbness of the frigid weather was trumping her anger as she started to shiver from the cold. She blamed Ricky for this bad trip she was on and just wanted it all over.
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Post by alric percival baker on Feb 4, 2012 21:14:36 GMT -5
. she's gone insane I THINK HER BREAKS DON'T WORK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR PARIS, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .THIS WHOLE POST I WROTE CONFUSED ME. HE GOES FROM PISSED TO ACTING LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED. HE ON SOME GOOD SHIT I GUESS. He clenched his teeth unable to tear his gaze away from her as she addressed what he’d brought up, everything she was saying was working his last nerve; and being as high as he was that was a feat, since he’d normally be the mellowest high person. But when it came to Paris, Ricky lost his mind. She drove him insane; completely made. It was a surprise he wasn’t institutionalized for the level of insanity she drove him to. Narrowing his eyes as he listened to her carry on, and repeat herself to explain to him why he wasn’t allowed to do things; as if her needs should truly come before his own. The rage burning inside of him danced in his eyes, but as she’d created space between he was sure she didn’t see it. Though she had to see the frustration and annoyance written all over his face, ”I thought you’d have learned by now, you can’t always get what you want.” It was true, hell there was even a ridiculous song written about it. Being rich and never being told no must have warped her brain into thinking that didn’t apply to her. Folding his arms over his chest Ricky smirked at how she had to turn her back to him.
Now looking at him wasn’t something she could handle all the sudden? He’d be sure to make a mental note of that so he could always be found behind her from now on; it was a great view after all. His gaze did wander down her backside towards her ass, but before coming to rest on it she was swiveling around to face him once again. Though he wouldn’t complain, where they stopped allowed him to watch the seductive sway of her hips as she came in closer. He was still mad but he was also a guy. When he had to lean away from her in order to try and keep staring at her perfectly curved hips Ricky knew it was time to pay attention elsewhere, his gaze cut up to her deliciously plump lips as moved to form the words that were coming out of her. The urge to silence them was to great but as he leaned to press his lips to silence hers his head was being turned to the side by the force of her hand colliding with it; Ricky’s eyes grew wide in shock at the initial contact and his head slowly turned to face her. Looking into those dark eyes of hers with complete and utter frustration. How could he want to hit this woman and fuck her all at the same time. ”Oh no wouldn’t want that at all.”
Ricky was sure she hadn’t heard him as she was brushing past him headed towards the door, leaving him to stand there in disbelief of what had just happened. Replaying it all in his head he was able to vaguely recall some of what she had said before slapping him; since he’d tuned her out and was focused on more important things. Of course she hadn’t been on the same page and she proved she didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to see her earlier. Rubbing his temple in frustration he was soon following suit and headed out the door as well. Stopping in his tracks when he saw she hadn’t left, which shouldn’t have been a surprise since he hadn’t heard her engine roar to life. Shrugging off his leather jacket he went over next to her and held it out for her to take; it was plain as day to see her body shiver from the chill in the night air, and even though he only had on a short sleeve shirt he’d grit his teeth and bear it. ”Are you done slapping me? Or do you have some more fight in you still?” Taunting her was never a smart thing to do, but he couldn’t help but try to provoke her; hoping it wouldn’t lead her to get even more pissed off and would bring out playful Paris. His cheeks couldn’t handle another slap, a point proven from the cold wind as it stung his face. ”I haven’t changed you just never saw this side of me.” Ricky shrugged indifferently, he couldn’t help that she’d never seen him push people away; he’d always known it would happen to her eventually, but he hadn’t expected her to react like this.
Adjusting his jacket on her, he was glad she’d put it on, his hands took hold of the hood connected to the hoody she had on and pulled it up over her head to protect her face from the cold. ”You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Hiking his eyebrow up Ricky couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor girl; taking drugs from someone she didn’t know was never a smart thing to do, as he’d told her time and time again. And yet things like this happened and she didn’t listen. It was like he couldn’t leave her alone or she’d wind up in more trouble than she needed to be in.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by paris katherine d'agastino on Feb 16, 2012 13:51:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/fonT] AND I SWEAR IT'S THE LAST TIME AND I SWEAR IT'S MY LAST TRY[/color][/font] AND WE'LL WALK IN CIRCLES AROUND THIS WHOLE BLOCK[/font] WALK ON THE CRACKS ON THE SAME OLD SIDEWALKS[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] Paris curved her eyebrow when he spoke. "I can't? Seems to me I can and have been. I even got you to come here tonight didn't I? I'm a D'agastino bitch," she curved her lips into a smile as she inched closer to him, "we always get what we want." It was what she was raised believing. All her family had to do was flash their money and they could have whatever. Even if it weren't on sale everything had a price. They just had to figure out what that price was.
Turning back to face him she got right in his face not needing, nor wanting, the gap between them anymore. Paris could not figure out what it was about Ricky that drove her so crazy, and being as high as she was that feeling was amplified. It drove her to do something crazy when she smacked him. Initially she felt bad that it'd came to that, but in a seconds notice that resentment had disappeared leaving her with a smug attitude. His head turned back to face her in what looked like slow motion as she chuckled in amusement. In her high state he was such a drama queen. She would one up him though when she turned and bee-lined it towards the door. She had enough of this tonight.
Outside she leaned against the hood of her car letting the cold chill her high. She had expected Ricky to follow her, some might even say she walked out on him as a test to see how wrapped around her finger he was, but when he shrugged his jacket off she assumed he was crazy. She saw the short sleeved shirt he had on and had no idea why he'd give up his warmth just for her. "Stick around and you'll find our," she was sure the longer the stayed together she could find more reasons to hit him, but right now wouldn't be one of them because he was being generous. "I don't need your clearance rack jacket," though even just looking at the jacket anyone could tell that it was an expensive article of clothing. Paris was not going to just accept it though. That would be too easy for him. "This side of you is shit. You should keep it locked up and throw away the key. Better yet swallow it, maybe you'll choke."
Another rush of cold air sent her body into shock as she immediately reacted by clenching his jacket in her fist and throwing it around herself. He helped adjust it on her shoulders and a faint smile was almost seen but she hid it well. The only way he would have noticed was if he'd been paying extra close attention to her. This was a weird change of pace as he helped her with her hood to shield her head. She looked at him silently questioning his motives but for once stayed quiet. She laughed as he insulted her. There was the old Ricky she knew and liked. The one that would call her an idiot after she did stupid shit. "You think i'd learn." She joined in his chuckle finding the humor in it.
Paris stood up straight and made it to her drivers door opening it up and dropping her body into the seat as she felt around on the floor of her car. She was looking for something and soon found it. A bag crinkled in her fingers as she lifted it off the floor and pulled herself out of the car. She held the bag out, a mirage of colorful pills, and dropped it in his palm. "It's like fucking mardi gras in your mouth is what they said." Paris had smoked the weed she'd boughten off of the person but these pills were like candy. "You know me. I always like colorful things."
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Post by alric percival baker on Mar 2, 2012 22:34:51 GMT -5
. she's gone insane I THINK HER BREAKS DON'T WORK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR PARIS, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .>.< SORRY I TOOK A WHILE TO GET THIS UP. Her quip caused the corner of his lip to twitch ever so slightly, she’d hit his funny bone with that one. As she often did. But he wasn’t willing to let his face be taken over by the amused emotion that wanted to shine through, even if it was a cheeky smirk, no he resolved to keep it hidden; knowing she wouldn’t have taken notice of the involuntary action in her strung out state, but then again even on her bad trip she seemed to have a clear view of realty. Ricky dismissed it though, deciding it was best to underestimate her in that moment and focus on other things. Like how the night was setting in as the skies grew darker than they had been when he arrived, and how the temperature still plummeted lower and lower; his body involuntarily shivered as a cold wind would blow by. But he’d try to play it off because he still wanted Paris to take his jacket to cover herself up; he wouldn’t say it out loud but he was worried for her. Not knowing what she’d taken and how badly it would affect her.
It was nice to know that no matter what she had taken that they hadn’t managed to fuck her up enough to stop her being the Paris he’d grown up knowing. The same girl who would evaluate people off the clothes they chose to wear or what they chose to buy; much like the rest of her family. Allowing the corners of his lip to turn up this time an amused smile lit up his face as he hung his head to look away from those judgy piercing green eyes of hers; their assessing stare never mattered to him, hell they didn’t now, but he just needed a moment to consider this. If she didn’t want his jacket and preferred to freeze who was he to not give her just what she wanted. He slowly began to draw the coat back away from her, looking back up at her with his face still lit up like a Christmas tree he shrugged indifferently. ”Well if you insist…” Dragging out the sentence he knew she’d break he just was curious how long she’d hold out this time before giving in.
Sooner than he thought even though she tried to mask it with a snarky comment once again, another attempt to bruise his ego but it fell on deaf ears. Despite her best efforts he managed to stand taller than he had before; puffing out his chest as if he’d just accomplished the biggest feat ever set before him. Ricky’s face hinted at the ghost of a smile as he helped her to get wrapped into his leather jacket, his eyes dancing over her with delight as he kept helping to get bundle up against the cold; while he still stood exposed to the frigid wind, shivering as it ruthlessly pummeled him time again. But despite how violently he shook he managed to become numb to the cold, as it seemed something else warmed him; telling himself it was probably the drugs having an effect on his body worked for him, but in reality it was something else. Something he was going to pretend wasn’t there even as he looked her dead in the eyes and it caused his heart to beat faster. Licking his lips Ricky’s gaze fell away from her as he nodded his head in agreement, ”You would think so. But it is you Riss, might need the lesson beaten into you.” Balling up his fist he slowly sent it in her direction until it connected, his playful punch barely budging her an inch.
His eyes trailed after as she made her way to the driver’s side of the car, he began to move to stop her until he saw she wasn’t planning to drive, yet, and was only retrieving something. His brows scrunched together as he tried to watch her through the windshield, standing up on his tip toes as if it would help him get a better view of whatever she was trying to find. Of course it did nothing for him and he was soon looking around the area as if he hadn’t been focused on her when she returned to him. Once she was directly in front of him once again his pale blue eyes returned to her, flitting between whatever was in her hand and her face; his own palm extending out to see what she was hiding. Holding the bag up to his face he scrutinized its contents, his eyes narrowing as he looked at it in the terrible lighting that this part of town had; just because it was the “bad” part of town did they mean they shouldn’t waste money on good lighting? His brow arched up when she spoke up, mardi gras in your mouth? Was she really that fucking dumb that she’d buy such crap?
Both the drugs and the line.
Sighing in frustration he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked upon her with a mixture of frustration and annoyance. ”Next you’ll believe in fucking Santa Claus.” Sometimes he wondered about this girl. Wondered just what went on in her head, especially if she was willing to believe such lies; the pills probably were like Mardi Gras, and they probably fucked you up worse than the actual day itself would. But in his state and the lighting to him they looked like fakes, but then again he wasn’t going to try one to test them out either. Shoving the bag into his pocket his palm extended out towards her once again, ”Gimmie the keys, out of the two of us I’m more fit to drive.” At least he was certain he was, and to assure her he through on plastic smile to hopefully encourage her to do what he said; his look saying she didn’t really have a choice, but she did he just hoped she’d make the smart one. ”I promise not to wreck your baby.” Ricky’s fingers waggled in encouragement to help speed up the process.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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