KARA rush for blood

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She continued making her way through the house, taking sips of her drink as she went, slowly allowing herself to sink into the familiar state of her drunken mind. She wondered what her old house looked like now but knowing she would never be brave enough, or stupid enough, to go find out. The monster had probably moved on now but she wasn't willing to take the risk, she knew exactly what he'd do if he ever found her. So she settled now for wondering around this half-built construction of wood, concrete and metal, exploring. For a place with no walls it felt oddly empty to walk around. It felt to her as if the house itself was lonely. She enjoyed the quiet that enveloped the wooden frame, it was hard to get any quiet at the school. Even at night there were cries of nightmares and homesickness, those too tortured to sleep walking around and those sneaking about with their drugs and drink to party with friends. This was good for a change.

Behind her she heard echoing footsteps approach, Dylan she assumed, not caring enough to check. Standing in the centre of... well whatever room this was... she threw down more alcohol willing her mind to nothingness. "What do you want to do? -when we get out of helenas I mean?" Dylan's voice broke through the silence. Not waiting for a reply he continued- telling her he wanted to be a doctor followed by a mention of juvie. She let the bottle hang loosely in her pale fingers by her side as she stood still and listened to him talk, her back to him still, listening to the way his voice seemed to fill the emptiness here. "What were you in juvie for?" she questioned, beginning to drift around the room again.

Her mind continued to circle around his question, wondering if she actually had an answer. She took a sip of her drink before turning back to face Dylan and replying aloud for him to hear, "I don't know what I want to do when I get out of here." It wasn't the reply he was looking for but it was all she had to offer. She had no idea. She gave a light shrug and moved back towards him, taking another mind-easing sip of stolen alcohol.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`388
ooc`short sorry. no, they are worse =*[
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

What were you in juvie for? He downed more of his drink at the question, and shrugged. A little unready to open up that much to her, because it would only give her something over him. It'd leave him vunerable. He's been trying hard to keep his guard up... but as much as he tried and tried, there was no denying the ache of wanting to tell so badly. It wasn't even a big deal with what happened. He just wanted someone to know. Because he still didn't know what it all meant. Charlotte sort of knew but that's another story. It's the fake one. He was through with lying, really! She answered in her usual stolid tone; I don't know what I want to do when I get out of here. He was disappointed. He had wanted to know something more about her, some clue that would detail her a little bit more. But she only had more questions for him. She was going to drive him mad wasn't she? Whether it be one of her insane dares or face that would never betray an emotion. He took another sip, distracting himself just for a second. Kara was coming towards him and he felt the pressure of telling her strangely intensify.

However he kept himself indifferent in posture. "I guess I don't know what I'll do when I get out of here with either." he said, jumping back to his own question. Doctor, could anyone see Dylan as a doctor? Jeeze. Why did he want to tell her? She was so light as a ghost. He alternated back to the first question at hand. Dylan was so impulsive for all his steady building of walls. Why did he want to connect with her? What did he see in her? Was it some self-gratification he wanted from her? Questions were running around in his head, he thought too much. He always did. He thought too much to give way on an impulse right? But it was now or never to say it, for his tongue felt ready to form the words. He looked away to the backyard no walls concealed. "I was in juvie because my mom got drunk and hit someone. She tried to hide the body in the bushes, I happened to show up before the cops did." he said more casually than expected, looking at her now. The truth will set you free. Or so the smirnoff told him. Ironically to the story, he took another sip.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;man i have awful muse today =/ sorry. it's bad.
sorry to hear that! D= i hope it takes a turn for the better, i'm hear if you ever want to talk, i'm just not good with advise as you know.
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

As she wandered back in Dylan's direction he changed his answer. "I guess I don't know what I'll do when I get out of here with either." "yes you do." she replied simply. He did know. He would get out of here, find a good uni, study, become a doctor and the rest would just fall into place. She downed more alcohol then glanced at her bottle, wondering how long it would take her to finish it. Hopefully awhile. She looked back up at Dylan whos attention had floated away to the backyard of the lonely bone house. "I was in juvie because my mom got drunk and hit someone. She tried to hide the body in the bushes, I happened to show up before the cops did." This story was followed by him taking another swig of his bottle. Drown out the memories. Unfortunate, she muttered in her head. She wasn't completely sure of what to say. She wasn't often a part of one-on-one conversations in which people confessed their history. Heck, she was rarely part of any sort of conversation. How the hell had she gotten here?

"Why are you here then?" She questioned, moving away from him again. She reached the edge of the concrete platform and sat down, legs crossed and facing the backyard, the bottle standing tall and proud infront of her, catching light in what was left of the lowering orange sunset. She lent against a strong timber frame that sat to her right, resting her head against it. When she got out of here, when she had a house of her own, she'd have a cat. She'd never had a pet but a cat seemed like a good idea and she'd always wanted a cat. "Have you ever had a pet?" she asked aloud.

The relevance? None what so ever really. He'd got her thoughts in a place they rarely went, the future, or maybe that was the drink? Her mind was always stuck in the past. The past no-one else knew. Her greatest secret. The secret that moulded the mask she presented to the world, even Dylan who had managed to get closer to her than anyone else had since she'd arrived here. And how? Fucked if she knew. But he had. Oh this could all go very very wrong. She picked up the bottle and quickly sent the smirnoff to chase the thoughts away, not willing to admit how close she'd let him get. Yes it wasn't that close in the view of most people, but for Kara this was... too close, much too close.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`432
ooc' its k, i went to his today, we're starting to work it out hopefully
and thankyou, i appreciate it
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He smirked when she reaffirmed his previous thoughts on him becoming a doctor. He still had his doubts but the option of arguing with Kara wasn't here this evening. She stood there and listened to him tell her the whole truth. Not the half-truth he fed Charlotte just so he could feel better. The craziest shit of telling her was that he felt nothing at all. Not one suggestion of an emotion was within. This freedom let him tell her without fear or anything. It was out and he was replacing the free emptiness with his drink. Let it compel him further into this openness, whether or not Kara appreciated it or not. Whether or not it was a good idea, he could deal with it's consequences another time. Truth was just like alcohol wasn't it? Let it have it and deal with the hang over the next day. It was so weird to be telling this, finally, to someone- to Kara of all people! To be drinking stolen goods so casually with her. So at ease and at peace with all the misery they were dealing with. Like martyrs, yeah, sort of... kind of like martyrs. Maybe he was getting a buzz already.

But as much as he wanted her to, no matter how placid he felt, she had no answers. But only another question; 'Why are you here then?' Ah, this was where it hit hardest. Or should hit the hardest. All his efforts to save his unstable mom from misery all went in vain, all went swimming down a fucking toilet. "Her divorce finally settled with my step dad while I was in juvie. He disappeared and she committed suicide in jail for some other crime she did. Guess I wasn't worth as much as he did." He attempted a smirk but it was too hard. So he did it again, followed up another truth vomit with a few lovely swallows as reward and medicine. It was so distant, his mother but was it really normal to not feel anything about that?

Thank goodness, the conversation made a turn for something lighter... wait, conversation? They were in a conversation that was enduring? She was asking questions? What was it again, oh a pet... "A pet?" he said to the girl sitting at the frame, perhaps hearing wrong. "Yeah, lots. My mom was one of those dog nut people. She was a breeder, did the dog show thing too." he said, recalling all the dogs she owned and cherished possibly more than him. Any free time was given to them and it was expected out of him to help. She even let him handle a dog named Cash at one point, that was his favorite dog. What happened to all the dogs when she died? "I think I'm a cat person... What about you Kara?"

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;good! i hope you two luck ^^
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

"Her divorce finally settled with my step dad while I was in juvie. He disappeared and she committed suicide in jail for some other crime she did. Guess I wasn't worth as much as he did." she glanced back at him as he tried to complete the story with his usual smirk, the one he had thrown at her just moments before. She was way beyond used to it. Despite his failed attempt the story seemed to take on a monsterous life in the silence of this empty world, contained by unseen walls. He'd lost people too. She'd lost her sister and brother. She'd been abandoned by her mother and remaining brother. Who was left? Her and her father in one house- a time she refused to remember at this moment, instead drowning out the pictures with more smirnoff. She replaced the images in her head with the images before her eyes. Dylan, the house, the backyard, the bottle. The here and now.

So many people said to forget the past, live in the moment. Whatever. The past defined who you were, where you ended up. Did they really think she would have become this pierced pale girl who lived in a hospital orphanage confined within the realms of her own dark near mute world without the past she'd had? Would Dylan be who he was now? The past was more important then people let on. It was impossible for her to forget it and move on. Living in the moment was even harder.

"A pet?" He questioned her, as if she'd used some word he'd never heard before, or spoken it in a different language. "Yeah you know, cat, dog, goldfish" She replied, listing pets as if Dylan was a child who didn't know what pet meant, mocking him. He'd had pets before. Dogs. He hadn't mentioned his dad yet. What happened to him? After providing her with the information she'd asked for he turned it back to her. She hesitated for a moment, not used to sharing her own information. "I've never had a pet. But i'm going to have a cat one day." She replied. She'd never even had a goldfish. Her dad had never allowed it. And who did that surprise? No-one. She was actually kind of glad she'd never had one, it would have just created extra chores and that was one thing she had certainly not needed. It had been hard enough to complete them within his time limits as was. Picking up the bottle that sat infront of her crossed legs she threw down more alcohol. Forget, forget, forget.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`434
ooc' thankyou =]
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

She was watching him, making him oddly self conscious. Damn, the smirnoff should be hitting him better than that. Though he knew he hasn't been drinking for long so far. In the morning it will come to him how much he's truly revealed to Kara. Whatever he felt about that, well it'd only be again drowned away til it sank like a stone. Would she even the score and tell him something intimate like he did? Or would she use it against him? Maybe absolutely nothing, just keep it locked away in the silence of her mind. Kind of like how he stored away her necklace. But what the fuck for? He should return it. It was in his pocket, all nestled besides his lighter.

If only the past was as shallow as an episode of family guy. You watch twenty minutes of an episode of random stuff that just happens then once it's over, it's done. You don't even think about the show later. It's so stupid, so silly that thoughts of it later is just too frivilous. Time is too precious to waste on thinking about it. Yeah, if it was that simple, he'd be the guy he wanted to be. You know, that decent nice guy he was before he went to juvie. Not this dreamer, this drunk who felt his mother's blood on his shoulders. Not a failure like this. God, he wanted to know what was so horrible of Kara's past. Maybe his would stop being so dreadful in a comparison.

But the converation was already past the past. 'Yeah, you know, cat, dog, goldfish' She was so sarcastic and it made him grateful for the change of subject. The feelings a moment ago were to heavy for the drinking they were carrying out. He liked the way she mocked him, not with any real hatred behind it actually towards you. It was just... fake. Fake as he was too... no, he didn't even know what about him was fake and real anymore. "No pocket size poodle?" he asked. You know, a cat was alot like Kara. Incredibly independant, quiet, mysterious... "There you go, you have a plan for what you'll do once you get out of here." he took another sip of his drink.

Pets, his past, their future, his mind searched for more topics as his eyes scanned the backyard with her. "Do you like music? Or do you like to sing?" another random question, but this time he knew she would answer.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;<3 i was thinking. she finds the necklace in his pocket? he passes out, she's awake and figures to take his lighter to pass the time, but she finds the necklace instead?
rofl, what if she burned down the building? by accident when she's all pissed? they'd both get out beforehand and no one would know who was responsible for the destruction. but yeah, very very random thought there!
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

"There you go, you have a plan for what you'll do once you get out of here." If that was the best her future had to offer it was a bleak empty one, though not as lonely, so that was a plus she guessed. No, the trick was to first make it out of here alive, if you managed that then you had to make it out in one piece with a semi-sane mind. And if you managed both of those, well congrats. You were then left to face a whole new world alone with nothing and no life experience with the real world. Another sip from the steadily emptying bottle Smirnoff to drown out her thoughts. The empty, bleak thoughts. But who could blame her?

She allowed the silence to cocoon them within the imaginary walls, sipping at her drink, slowly letting her sober mind slip away, willing it away. Behind her Dylan mimicked her silence, but he wasn't willing to let their conversation go, taking the opportunity to have his turn to question her in return. "Do you like music? Or do you like to sing?" What gave him the idea she sang? She owed him answers though, having ignored most other questions and taken so much of his information. "Both" she replied, sipping again at her bottle. She knew getting information from her was like drawing blood from stone or whatever that saying was, but since when was that her problem? He was the idiot trying to do it. Maybe it'd get easier as the bottle got emptier, she didn't know if it would, nobody ever talked to her normally, let alone when she was drunk.

She couldn't remember the last time she sang, it was before she came here, probably on the streets. She'd sung as a child though. In class it had made her feel like she belonged a little, like maybe she could be normal, although she had still isolated herself. Even as a child she'd known nobody wanted her near them, not even her daddy. In bed at night her voice had chased the darkness away as she sang quietly to the silence, calming herself and her little sister. Waste of time that was, they were never calm. Big surprise there right. "What about you?"

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`380
ooc`I think it would be kinda hard to burn down a house frame with a lighter? lol
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

His mind had lingered back to when he met Charlotte. She probably provided the most normal, sane, and healthy relationship he's had in years. Sad, since she's a pill popper right? In denial too. But he remembered how he helped her realize her talent in music. It all started with simple 20 questions kind of questions he and Kara were firing away. This wouldn't be happening if they were drinking.... but Dylan liked the normalcy and moral Charlotte had. He wanted that but alas, he just robbed a liquor store. Would he face confession with this the next time he ventured over to the church? What did Kara hide? He was willing to ask a thousand questions tonight to find out. He wasn't even thinking about the questions anymore, whatever came got to come out.

'Both'? Huh. He was unsure by what she meant by such a simple answer. He could see her vibing to some earphones during the time she was alone, memorizing angsty lyrics that understood her. But the singing stumped him. Before he had time to continue considering, she returned the question. He slid slightly to face the backyard and took another sip of his drink. "You heard me sing strawberry kisses, so no, I can't sing... I like music." Who doesn't? He looked at her again, wondering how delicate of a situation this was, could he inquire more on that singing? Hell, he was drunk. Let him be impulsive. "Sing something? I want to hear it." he said.

Another sip and he regretted asking. She was like a cat, he thought to himself again. You don't get too close too soon, their trust is very fragile.... Gosh, he was always doing this. Yes, no, maybe, back and forth thoughts.. He wished he could just not think. It was darker and Dylan thought he heard crickets already beginning to chirp into the evening cool air. "Unless you don't want to." he added, nearly as impulsively as the last time he spoke. Like a habit, he took another sip.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY; lol, totally thought of that after i wrote that! haha XDD oh well.
BTW, emailed asho. she says she's having some computer troubles but will come back as soon as she can.
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Ah yes his lunch time spectacular. One of the first dares she'd thrown at him. She'd half expected him to turn it down to protect his reputation, but her other half had been right in thinking he wouldn't back down from a challenge easily. And now they had gone from badly sung performances of horrid songs to robbing liquor stores- which somehow had ended up in an actual conversation. A conversation that hadn't managed to stay at a shallow level and away from secrets. Oh well, who was he going to tell anyway about anything she said tonight? Nobody cared what she did, they only cared to leave her alone.

The fact that he liked music didn't surprise her a bit, it seemed most kids here did, just some more then others. Taking another sip of her bottle she stared out into the slowly darkening backyard. "Sing something? I want to hear it." He said. Why did he care what her singing sounded like? "Unless you don't want to." He added as an afterthought. She took another sip and rested the bottle in her lap. She hadn't sung for anyone in years. Would it be okay to sing now infront of Dylan? What harm could it do? She probably wouldn't even have considered this had she not been drinking, though luckily not yet enough for her words to be slurring. What the hell they'd come this far, and it was only Dylan. She sighed. "Fine."

"This morning I could hear the sounds
The city burning to the ground
Today I saw the sky come crashing down
I heard a whisper in my ear
It said come with me, away from here
And leave these burning buildings far behind you"

The sound of her voice in the silence was an odd effect, well to her ears anyway, or maybe that was just that she was not used to her own voice, especially singing. She didn't get any further then that first section of the song, it felt too strange to be using so many words. She picked up the bottle from her lap, throwing down more stolen alcohol. Look at what the past had made her. A caged girl scared of her own voice. She was fucked up. It'd left her with physical scars too, the worst being the one above her hip thanks to her father. She wished it would just go away so she could forget that it ever happened. She wanted the scar gone, she wanted her locket back. Oh god, she wanted her locket back.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count` 420
ooc`lol we'll figure something out
and awesome =] thanks
muse failed sorry.
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin & shadows - the getaway plan

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

No one was going to soon forget their first dare and Dylan figured he wasn't going to forget how Kara would oblige his request. 'Fine' came as such a surprise but a very pleasant one that Dylan actually didn't question it. Was the smirnoff already responsible for that blessing? She began to sing and it was hard to believe it was happening. There was something so sentimental of this that Dylan didn't have it in him to twist this to a more comfortable, casual joke. Instead, he listened to something very rare. It was like a big foot sighting, if only he had a video camera. Would he get so drunk and forget all about this moment? He looked down at the narrow lid opening, as if expecting it to answer that question.

Her song carried it's way through only one chorus. It was very nice. Her voice as a musical instrument was sweet. She went quiet, began drinking again. "That was nice." he said, wondering what was appropriate to say to it. This girl brought so many questions to his mind and she wasn't easy to figure out. Unlike a book, poem, or art piece she was impossible to interpret and analyze. He wanted so much to figure her out, he felt he told her so much already. His secrets were given to her and he hadn't a regret yet. Were they safe with her? He forced himself to believe so. She didn't answer his questions but the way he felt he could identify with her somehow made that okay. Still... her song made him sad.

Hell, let's be straight with all this. No use pretending, especially when Dylan was trying to stick with the truth for now on- yeah good luck with that one. He liked her, was that weird? He liked teasing her and he liked how she teased him back. The game of dares was fun. She didn't take bull shit like any other girl around school. She was pretty and her voice was great. She was full of mystery that he wanted to uncover. Hell, he still had her locket. Why? It was lame. "Why don't you sing more often? You sing great." he said.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;woo-yay for winging it! =D and my muse is fail too... though your post was good! xDD
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Sipping at her alcohol she slipped back into her silence. What the hell was going on here? She wasn't sure if she was comfortable in this situation with Dylan or not, it had stepped way over her boundaries long ago but... oh she didn't know. It was just plain odd. People were not supposed to get this close to her, they were not supposed to get along with her like Dylan was - in some strange way - and they were most definitely not supposed to hold conversations with her. She wasn't sure why her own voice still scared her after all these years. Her father was no longer here to punish her for opening her lips, but old lessons die hard she guessed. She didn't need to talk any more then she did now anyway. It suited her just fine like this.

"Why don't you sing more often? You sing great." He questioned. "Why don't you sing more often? It provides great entertainment." She replied, mocking him yet again as so had become their routine. Besides she didn't need to answer his question, he knew the answer - all he had to do was think about it. He knew she didn't say much and most people had long figured out she didn't like being the centre of attention, even of one or two people. Although in being Kara she hardly blended in well but that was beside the point now wasn't it.

She spun herself around where she sat on the concrete floor so she was facing towards Dylan instead of out at the darkening backyard. Taking more sips from the stolen bottle she continued to try and chase her sober mind away. Why was he still here with her?

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count` 289
ooc`Sorry rushed post! I can change it later if a reply is too hard k?
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Why don't you sing more often? It provides great entertainment. He smirked realizing how stupid his question was. "I would if you'd dare me to sing more." he retorted back. He had gotten her to sing without even a dare on his side. It was a surprise. Maybe he should dare her to sing for everyone else, so they'd hear what a good voice she had too. Kara wouldn't appreciate that. Win-win? Singing sounded like a step back from how hardcore their dares were becoming.

She was the quiet girl, the bad ass girl who threatened you without words. that's why she didn't sing. Why did Dylan believe so strongly that that wasn't all there is to her? People don't become that without reason... there has to be a reason. There's a reason for everything. There's a reason for his arrest, his mother's craziness, his stupid existence... maybe not everything had a reason behind it. He thought of his 'whys' for three years behind bars and still was clueless. Quiet solitude doesn't turn you wise.

She was facing him now, he looked over to her as he took another couple of sips. "Why are you here?" he dared to ask, risking to lose the amount of... whatever this was, he's built so far.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

"I would if you'd dare me to sing more." So he hadn't given up on the game yet? She'd have to think of a new dare. Maybe tomorrow after the drink was gone and she was awake and had managed to decipher where the hell she had ended up. She had ended up in some odd places in her years of drinking after general drunken adventures where she hadn't bothered returning to where ever she had happened to live at that stage. Oh well, that was half the fun of it right? Would Dylan still be with her when she woke up? She caught herself there. Why the hell did she care if he was there or not? It made no difference to her. People never did. Right? she took another sip of her drink to push the thoughts away before turning where she sat to face him.

The both sat for a minute, absorbed in their drinking. "Why are you here?" His question caught her by surprise a little, nobody had ever asked her that -other then the doctors and police- but as always her pretty little mask held strong. There was no way she was telling him her story. He was pushing it now. They had come far, but not that far. That was never going to happen. Why was she here? Because she'd lied. Because they believed she had no home at all, which was only a half-truth. But that alone could have placed her in any orphanage or foster home anywhere. She was at St Helena's in particular because just like every other student here, she was fucked up and somebody somewhere along the line had decided these people would be able to help her. They couldn't. They couldn't take away those old lessons her father and life had taught her. They couldn't help her when she refused to let them close enough to know anything more then her name. They were slowly figuring that out, but why did Dylan always have to push?

"What do you want from me?" She questioned, refusing him an answer. Did he really think she was going to tell him? He needed to leave her alone, stop trying to dig below the surface. For all he knew, there was nothing there. Heck, for all she knew there was nothing there. They wanted to find out if there was, she didn't. How did that make sense at all? Besides if anyone found out her past they would know she'd lied and they may send her back there, or bring the monster back into her life, that was a truly terrifying thought. No matter how much drink she consumed, her secret was still a secret and that would never change. Fear and hate kept it locked away deep within.

This new question of hers was not to push him away, simply to get an answer to fill a very confusing gap. Nobody had ever bothered to stick with her this long, not even the doctors. So what was his interest in her? What did she provide that he wanted or needed? It wasn't company, he could get that from anywhere, as he could amusement. And amusement would not account for his standing in this cage-house drinking with her. He knew he wasn't going to get to know her past or anything of the sort so what was it that he wanted? What begged him to stay here with her now?

Tagged`Dylan
Status`incomplete complete
Word Count`575
ooc`i am so sorry its not finished!
Sorry for my disappearance!
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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'What do you want from me?' she asked. He frowned, disappointed. It took that comment to stop him from thinking he was actually going anywhere with her. So what if he told her some of his story? What did it matter to her? So what if he was here drinking with her, as if they were even close to being friends. As if she cared at all for him! But he wasn't ready to give in yet. He felt bold and strangely vunerable as he filled himself with smirnoff. No, let's rethink the question. Was it really a bad question? I mean, he would've asked that when she asked his story if things had been different. If he, say, didn't like her as much as he did. But seriously! What did he want from her? Oh, what did he want? Why couldn't he figure it out, tell her now before the moment was drawn out to make things weird? Or, why couldn't he spit out a funny sarcastic reply? None came to mind, his wits felt sank- what drowned it was the bricks of disappointment. What did he want? More smirnoff. More money. More luck. More tattoos... No. What did he want from her? He answered with the first thing that came to mind: What he had before. A connection. He wanted it so bad, he was so tired of the loneliness. He felt she had to feel the same way, she had to. He wanted so much to save her from the torture he was in. He wanted so much for her to save him. He wanted, so much, to paint his best painting of her.

But how do you say that out loud?

No, he hadn't a regret. He didn't want to regret anymore. What happens, happens. He told her his story, he asked her a big question that she may never answer. Perhaps she was going to be his mona lisa, just hold an expression frozen and never tell her secrets. What would make mona lisa talk? He looked at her thoughtfully. Her blue eyes seemed to stay lit in the darkening evening. He wanted to tell her. "Nothing." he said and shrugged. "You don't have to tell me about that if you don't want to..." Disappointed in himself... no, scratch that. He hadn't a regret. Forget that! Fuck regrets. Fuck the guilt. He tried before, he couldn't save anyone. So therefore, God hadn't planted him on this planet to save people. So what the hell was he here for? What was Kara here for? "Just tell something about yourself, we got to talk about something." he said slightly gruff, turning to face her and taking a few sips of his drink. He was so happy for their drinks right now. He wanted to get drunk, so so drunk that he'd pass out- possibly wake up to a bad painting, or his own graffiti splattered on some brick wall, or to a few calls made to random numbers from obvious drunken prank phone calls.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 505 words!
NOTES - <3!
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Her question made him hesitate, something very rare for Dylan, or what she knew of him. Keeping her gaze on him, waiting for an answer, something, anything to fill that confusing hole in her thoughts. What did he want from her? She had nothing to offer him, let alone anyone else. Would she even be able to give it to him if she did have something to offer? "Nothing." Mentally she sighed. How did that help her at all!? How did that make this any easier for her to understand? "You don't have to tell me about that if you don't want to..." "Thank you..." she said quietly, glad he wasn't going to push for an answer and not caring if her words were loud enough for him to hear or not.

Had he really expected an answer from her anyway? Surely he knew better than that. Kara was Kara, a few dares and drinks wasn't going to change that. She hoped. She'd worked so hard to get here and so hard to keep it. It could all be ruined in just a few minutes if she told. If he knew that she was like this because some man had made her scared to speak, would he think her weak? Would they all think her weak? If she were weak in their eyes... everything would change. They wouldn't treat her the same, they would all try and include her, all try and help. They couldn't help. The drink she sat sipping however, could help in the short term and that was good enough for now.

"Just tell something about yourself, we got to talk about something." He was facing her now, and his voice had changed. Had she annoyed him by not answering? Wait, what? Since when did she care if she annoyed someone? God this was screwed up. Nobody was supposed to get this close and she wasn't supposed to care. That's how it worked, that's how everything was safe. But this was different, so why did she still feel safe - if only slightly shaken by the ease of being this close to him? But for now she didn't have an answer to that so she turned her mind back to Dylan's words - what did she have to say? What did she have to say about herself? She was Kara, that was all. The end.

She took a sip of her drink and took her eyes from Dylan, looking at the uncovered floor she was sitting on, the concrete was slowly getting colder as the night darkened. Her dark hair fell forward as she sat there, trying to think of something to offer about herself. "Like what? I have nothing to tell." She questioned, running a fingertip around the rim of her bottle which sat before her now. She had no issues sharing information with Dylan, he was yet to give her reason for distrust. Anything expect her past.

Tagged`Dylan
Status` complete
Word Count`489
ooc`When my muse come back I am padlocking it in a metal box ok? lol
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin