KARA rush for blood

[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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She said something, or maybe he had wanted her to say something and he imagined a mere exhale as a word. It was probably better this way. Laying the cards on the table with another person can be very risky. Sure, he can do it for himself. Alot of things were clear in his mind, everything else sure was a mess but once he figured it out, just wait. He'll lay it on the table. No more living lies and being the servant of his stupid confusing emotions. But who knows with Kara. He wanted to connect with her but she probably was ready for him to be on his way and leave her alone already. But, they were still here. And he liked her and wished he could at least know with a firm 'yes' or 'no' if he was wasting his time or not. That way he could whine, get drunk, cuss, wallow in alot of self pity, contemplate suicide more than often, then get over it. Then he'd move on with life. See how healthy this was? Ah, fuck off. He wasn't any shrink who knew the complex human thinking and all that. He was just a guy who stole from a liquor store. Way to go.

This sucked. 'Like what? I have nothing to tell.' she stated. Really Kara? Nothing at all? Dylan didn't believe that at all, or he didn't want to. Could she really have such a empty life before coming here? He only wanted to know. And everything she said was so simple, as if her secrets- if she had any! and Dylan felt that she did!- were something that brought her a silent, still peace. Maybe he really had her all wrong, maybe she was just a wall after all. Nothing else. Just Kara. But seriously? Were they going to play this game? Thank God he had a drink in his hand. He really needed to chill out, relax and just enjoy her company. Yeah right... He took a sip, thinking. He was ready to give up on the challenge, frankly the best part of drinking was not thinking. It was an escape from thinking. He was exhausted. But for Kara, he'd think and put aside the drink if he needed to. He kept it in his hands after his sip though. "Okay... what's your favorite color?" he smirked, perhaps a little awkward about it. "What kind of weather do you like best? And..." he thought more. "Your favorite food?" He figured, maybe if he just shot out a few questions it'd force her to talk- maybe even engage in a real, less personal conversation. Maybe they'd have a normal one.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - skipping word count tonight!
NOTES - mine's kind of crappish. rawrs.
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

There was some sort of odd ease about being here with Dylan yet she couldn't figure out why -and it wasn't the smirnoff because she'd had this same thought before. She wasn't really sure it mattered, for the moment she was happy to just accept the fact -although maybe that acceptance was the drinks influence unlike the sense of ease. She knew her declaration that there was nothing to tell about herself didn't please Dylan, and oddly enough annoying him was the last thing she wanted right now. But still, she could think of nothing worthwhile to offer up to him. Dylan however came up with questions of his own. Looking over at him she watched him smirk. One question then another, a pause, another question.

"Umm favourite colour...", she took a sip of her drink as she thought, "Purple I think, the dark sort, not like lavender or whatever they call it." She decided, "And I like the rain or windy days." Another sip. Final question. It was a stretch for her, putting so many words together. "I don't think I have a favourite food" She thought about it for a second but came up empty handed. There had been a time when any food had tasted good to her, she had simply been glad to have anything, let alone care what it was or its condition. But since coming here... she'd just sort of gotten used to having good food available and it had become just food like it was to everyone else. She couldn't say that was a bad thing though. At least it was some sign that her situation must have improved even if she hadn't.

She fell to silence for a moment, listening, watching Dylan, feeling the cold creeping in over her skin. "What about you?" She asked, managing to complete what felt to her like a full speech but the fact that it was on a shallow topic was something at least, for the moment she had more chance of holding that than anything deeper. She took another sip of her drink, slowly letting her sober mind slip further away. If she kept thinking she didn't know where her mind would end up so the best way to avoid it was to drink the smirnoff they had managed to steal thanks to Dylan's dare. The dare that was part of the game that had gotten them to this point. What an oddly amusing game it was.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`410
ooc`I actually liked yours but ok lol
Sorry my muse ran out here oh well...
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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Normal... well, okay. It was okay. But he felt as if he had gotten close to knowing something a little bit more heavy about her rather than her favorite color. Oh well, take it slow right? Shit, you'd think smirnoff would've made more of a difference and yet! Whatever, it's fine. This was fine. He continued drinking as she answered. Dylan was surprised by her answers. He had expected instead 'I don't know.' or just sharp simple ones like 'brown, sunny days, tostitos'. But she actually... answered. It wasn't what he wanted but at least this was going in the general direction he liked. Not much of her answers came as a surprise. Purple seemed to fit her. It was dark, mysterious, moody. If she had meant lavender, that would've been a surprise but maybe it would show she was less gloomy or something. No reason to think on that though, she said dark shades of purple.

She seemed so confident the way she sat there, answering surprisingly long answers and drinking. Man, if he could just put what he saw in words but he thought and thought to find the words. Nothing worked. If he could put it on paper with paint, maybe at least he'd capture something close to words. He always admired poets, they put together words perfectly. He would study them, reread them and take it in as some kind of feast. None of it seemed to rub off on him though. He wondered how long it took their words to come together so eloquently. Seconds or decades? Okay, mister dramatic. Concentrate on the answers. Rain and windy days. Another fitting answer. No favorite food? Yeah, she was thin and it wasn't like Dylan saw her in the cafeteria that much. 'What about you?'

They were having a conversation, he should be happy right? Frankly, he still felt disappointed that his original question had gone unanswered. "I like a darker green, or pale-ish kind." he said though he hadn't considered his favorite colors before. "I like rainy days too. But I don't like windy ones." he forced a hinted smirk. "It messes up your hair and gets in your ears." he said, trying to be a little funny. He moved on to his third answer "Fish sticks." he answered, thinking how the cafeteria serves some pretty decent fish sticks that he has come to love. "Okay, your turn to ask questions." he said.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 406 words!
NOTES - thanks ^^; your's is good as always.
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

She continued sipping at her drink as he spoke, matching her answers with his own, though agreeing with her on only one part. Dark green and rainy days. She watched as he smirked, commenting that windy ones messed your hair -the thing she loved about windy days- and got in your ears, the smirk an expression that she wasn't able to mimic, well she could of course, but whatever it was in her head was still preventing her. Then his final answer, favourite food, fish sticks. She knew they served that at the cafeteria but it wasn't often she was there, and when she was, it was rare that she touched anything like that. Eating was, quite simply, an unnecessary, nerve wracking experience. Another of her fathers teachings. Damn him. She knew it affected her weight but her body handled it having known nothing else, besides her weight had never been an issue for her like some students here, it was however hard to eat because some subconscious part of her still believed she'd get punished if someone found out she'd eaten that apple or that piece of bread. It was stupid, but it was a lifetimes worth of learning that couldn't be erased as easily as it was taught.

"Okay, your turn to ask questions.". She took another sip of her drink as she began to search her mind for questions to ask Dylan. She had no idea what she wanted to know about him. She was still trying to figure out why he was still standing here with her. Aside from that, when was the last time she'd tried to get to know someone or had to ask someone a question, let alone put the two together? But for Dylan she would make an exception, or try to. And why? Well, she hadn't figured that out yet either. Maybe she never would. "Do you prefer day or night? and... what's your favourite place?" she asked, following his theme of shallowed questions. But she still had one more to go, he had asked three so she should too right? "Do you have brothers or sisters?" she asked, her mind on her locket again. She was always stuck in the past, it drove her insane. Let it go already, its over. He's gone, they're gone, you're free. This last question hadn't bothered to keep quite as shallowed as his had been, and didn't really match in with her others, but it matched in with her thoughts. What did it matter anyway if her last question wasn't shallowed out as much as the others, if he didn't want to answer he wouldn't, simple as that. He knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, force him to answer her.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`454
ooc`muse died for the second paragraph haha sorry
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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She only didn't want to answer more personal questions. He should understand. Maybe her past is really dark, why drag that out? No matter that reasoning, he still felt as if she owed it to him. Instead, he was stuck answering simplier questions. He took a sip as he listened to her ask. Night or day? It depended on his mood. Some days it felt good to be alive. Others, he just wanted to go to bed. Insomnia didn't help that desire, smirnoff did. He hated mornings, they always brought hang overs or a kind of clash of reality that hit him like the sun's rays. Or both. He wondered, how had he not killed himself yet? Days sucked. There was too many people, expectations, and voids to fill. Night, you can just lay around and drink, smoke, draw... there was a freedom. "Night." he answered.

Now for favorite place? Did she mean here around school or out of the whole world? He assumed the latter. "There was a bus stop back home with a bench and shelter." It sounded lame when he said it out loud. He smirked just a little. "I don't know, it was always peaceful. Good things always happened there." A few good memories did encircle that bench and bus stop sign. Once he tried to run away from home and his mother picked him up there. There was a quiet moment and though she didn't say 'sorry', it was understood that she wanted him back. He had his first kiss there with a girl from school. He once even found twenty dollars under the bench.

Do you have any brothers or sisters? "Nope." he answered, remembering with discomfort of his mother coming home from the clinic twice before he went to juvie. "Mom had abortions, if that counts for anything." Guess having him, her hope for happiness, only disappointed her in the end. Otherwise, maybe, he would have brothers and sisters to look after. He remembered how she never even cried about it. It was just her watching tv with her husband all day for a week or two. He continued to drink. Let the drink wash it all away. "Your turn." he said looking at her.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 370 words!
NOTES - =) a tad short sorry!
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

She mimicked his lead giving him simple, shallow questions, only the final one being slightly offbeat. As expected he answered them with ease. Was there any question he wouldn't answer? He'd already told her so much. She wasn't going to take advantage of it, it was just curious for someone to be so open at all here let alone with her of all people. In some odd way she appreciated Dylan's being open and honest with her, the way he treated her in general. It was a first in majority of her life, though she didn't think it would be so tolerable from anyone but him. What was it about this boy then that was confusing her so much? or more what was it about him that had caused her to allow him this close?

She didn't receive much time to contemplate it as she listened to his answers. Day or night? night. Just like her. He probably already knew that. Night time was safer somehow. It was peaceful, quiet, had an odd sort of isolation. All expectations where dropped and people were free to do what they wanted -free aside her being trapped in a body and a mind full of nightmares. Nightmares or memories? They were very much the same weren't they. It didn't surprise her much that he should agree that the night was better, his next answer did a little but then again, she hadn't really had any guesses as to what his favourite place would have been - not really having one of her own. The schools rooftop at night and her dorm were probably the closest she got to a favourite place but Dylan's answer set his place a little further away. A bus stop back home. A light touch of jealousy entered her for a second, although it didn't stay. He was lucky to have had a home. She'd had one but to call it as such was... unimaginable. He smirked a little at his own answer before continuing, "I don't know, it was always peaceful. Good things always happened there." What had he been like back then? The same? or had he twisted and changed too?

His final answer took very little thought and even fewer words, just a simple nope but a few seconds more produced further information. His mother had had abortions? Did that bother him? She doubted she would have made it as far as she did without her siblings, losing them was painful but to not have had them at all... She washed it away with more alcohol. "Your turn" he commented looking at her now. She took a sip of her drink then placed it on the concrete in front of her, looking at it for a moment and allowing the silence to sink around them. "I used to have a two brothers and a sister." She offered to the silence probably the most personal thing she'd said in god knows how long. She used to have a mother too. But she hardly mattered. Her brothers and sister were the important ones but now... Two were dead, one was missing. Wonderful. And just to improve that situation she had only memories. No photos, not even her locket.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`538
ooc`Sorry for the wait, i hope this is ok?
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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Who couldn't believe it. He's been an open book to her only because he liked her too. Who's to say what she really thought of him? Or what she'd do with the information he's so freely given her. Why wasn't he afraid or deep in regret over it? Because he felt light, he felt okay. Maybe she'd never tell him about herself. Maybe they would always become two people who just got into a game of dares and nothing more- not even friends. Was it so awful? He at least was given the chance to be closer to her and to tell someone something for the first time... even if she did provide no answers. At least she was listening, right?

Yeah, maybe that wasn't the greatest gift to recieve but it was better than nothing. It was his life story really, just taking what he could. He was used to it, or should be anyhow. Just take it. He took another sip, ready to be drunk. Man, how things have changed. This whole question thing, it's too sentimental and it made him think too much. He has changed too much. He used to be such a kid, he missed that time so much. 'I used to have two brothers and a sisiter' Huh? Hold on a second, she just said something a little more personal then what her favorite color was. What struck him more than anything was the word 'used'. "Used to?" he asked, wondering if he was going to have to explain himself again just for asking. He looked at her, still she wore a mask. He'd never know what was behind the mask would he?

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - words
NOTES - no problem. it was worth the wait ^^
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

Kara took a sip of her drink listening to him speak, all the while wondering why was he still here with her. Shouldn't he have decided by now she was a hopeless case, grabbed his bottle and left and just wait for the next dare to come along? Everybody else had done or would do that so why not Dylan. Surely he had someone better to talk to then some girl who was scared to hear her own voice strung out in long sentences? But still he stayed so she sat listening, questioning and occasionally answering. She could always be counted on to listen, whether she cared what you were saying or not. What couldn't be counted on was her letting you know she was listening but she was listening to Dylan, and it showed, she knew it did. Why didn't that scare her or bother her? There were too many questions in her head. The antidote was another sip of her stolen drink courtesy of Dylan's dare.

Offering what she did out loud, her eyes remained on the drink for a moment, raising to watch Dylan upon completion, attempting to gauge his reaction. It took him only seconds to throw another question back at her, catching her up on her choice of wording. Used to. Used to as in no more. How had he caught on that? She thought it but had never meant to say it aloud. How was she going to explain that? Used to because two were dead and one was missing. Used to because they were no longer by her side. Used to because she was alone now. What would he think if he knew one was purposely drowned and she had just stood there and done nothing? What would he think if he knew another had been beat to death doing what she couldn't and she once again simply watched? She should have done something to save them. Maybe her father was not the only monster.

maybe she was one too.

She shrugged lightly and turned her head back down, unsure of how to answer his new question, not lie, and still keep her secrets. "They just aren't here anymore." She replied giving no direct answer. Her voice seemed massive to her own ears despite its real volume, whether that was due to the silence or what she was saying was unclear. But still he could hear her all the same, she made sure he could so she wouldn't have to repeat anything. That she couldn't do. He would think her a monster too if he knew what had happened to them wouldn't he? She sat running a finger around the open neck of the bottle. He would hate her.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`454
ooc`...
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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He listened very, very carefully into the silence for her voice if she decided to answer. He half expected her not to since that would be a Kara thing to do, to leave him hanging. 'They just aren't here anymore.' she had said clearly. Questions followed in his head after recieving such a ambigious answer. Was that a good or bad thing? What happened to them? Were they dead or just not around? It was 'they' so more than one, plural. Was it just sisters, just brothers or both? Was Kara the oldest, youngest or middle child. What were their names?

These were useless questions because they would not be answered for they weren't going to be asked. He wasn't going to make the same mistake again. She was flighty, one wrong move and it was start over or even game over. He looked back at the backyard into the darkness, wishing he knew instantly what to say back or even risk to ask. Nothing, nothing came to mind. What do you say to a girl who says something but probably won't go further? It's not like Dylan had much practice in more delicate things in prison. Charlotte's fragile-ness came at such a shock for a reason right? He looked at his drink but didn't take a sip.

"I'm sorry." he said finally, looking at her- wishing that she'd show some emotions. At least then he'd know if he was hot or cold to what was right and correct in the situation. But even in the dark, she was so stolid and so untouchable. He should get it through his head, she wasn't going to be touched by him. His sorry, no matter how it would be taken, wasn't going to make a difference to her. Still, he was sorry if it caused her pain.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - short
NOTES - ...
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

This was the most personal information she'd shared with anyone since her siblings. But then, she'd never shared information with them, they had all suffered the same thing, they had all seen it. Even on the streets she'd never told the groups she was with anything. That was just the way it was there. Everyone just accepted that they were all there for one reason or another and it didn't need to be known, didn't need to be announced. 'Live in the present, keep your past in your head' seemed to be the unspoken rule there. It worked well for most. So why did she now choose Dylan to share this information with? Sure it wasn't much, but it was something. Just one explanation would let it all out. What if the numb, aching loss she felt was set free. What if she stopped suppressing it deep within her? If she broke, would it ever stop. Would the pain ever stop? Could she even cry, would she stop if she found she could. It was odd how little of herself she really knew. And what she did know, she didn't like.

Silence was slowly wrapping around them again in the darkness as Dylan stood trying to comprehend her answer, or a reply. Her fingertip continued tracing around the rim of the open neck, providing her with something to focus on. "I'm sorry." His voice finally found itself, breaking through the silence. She gently let her hand drop and picked up her drink, finally taking another sip of it, slowly draining the bottle as time wore on. Slowly placing the bottle back in front of her she watched it for a second before looking up at Dylan again only to find him looking back at her. 'Why are you still here?' she questioned, almost at a whisper, her eyes still on him. She didn't understand at all yet she wanted to so badly. But what hope did she have of understanding Dylan if she couldn't understand herself?

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`335
ooc`short and sucky sorry!
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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Now he downed a few more healthy sips from the bottle. Was he having fun yet? Was time flying? Not sure, all he knew was it was dark. 'Why are you still here?' he heard her ask. He looked at her with subtle surprise. I mean, he had just said sorry for whatever happened to her siblings and she aks him why was he still here... He thought for a moment, wondering how to answer this one.

He faced her more and tried not to appear confused by the question. Though it did make sense to ask, maybe... I mean, she was a loner who suddenly had him following her around. But he thought maybe it had been obvious. That his acting cool wasn't fooling her but only fooling him. "Why do you ask? Am I bothering you?" he asked frankly. What if he was bothering her? Oh gosh, he hadn't really thought of that scenerio. What if he's only annoying her? He took a few more sips for that, calm down.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS -
NOTES - sometimes short is good =P especially with the little dialouge going on. and yeah, i'm kind of on something today [long story, just a sedative XD] so this post is probably extra extra crappy. and super short.
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

Expression flickered across his face at her question. Surprise maybe? It was getting harder to tell with this light slowly fading as the night crept in. As safety and a time to let go crept in. Dylan didn't reply right away, instead he just continued to look at her, thinking it over she guessed. He ended up answering the question in the same way she answered most others, with another question and no answer. What had she expected? He was bound to turn it against her eventually. Why should he share if she didn't? "Why do you ask? Am I bothering you?" Maybe it meant he didn't have a reason? He was still here because he could be. But that hardly made sense when he could be in so many other places that did have reason.

She watched as he took more sips from his drink. Was he bothering her? No. He wasn't. He wasn't? Oh she really didn't understand this. It wasn't normal, it wasn't the way things worked. What made him so different from every other student that it made this okay? She shook her head slighlty "You're not bothering me just...", she hesitated, unsure of how to answer the first part of his question, "I don't know." she sighed her last words, giving up. She picked up her drink and took a few sips. Just most people would have left by now. But then it would seem as if she cared that they all left her a loner. In all honesty she didn't, she preferred it that way. But something was different with Dylan. One day she would figure it out, though this drink was sure not to help her with any clarity.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`285
ooc`sorry for the wait again =[
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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For once, she sounded unsure. It was a shock but it was dull- perhaps the smirnoff was now kicking in. Maybe he was really passed out and dreaming this awkward conversation. Haha, he was awake. He could feel the liquid slipping down his throat easily, his hand wrapped around the glass. He was here, not his head. Sort of, he was always stuck in his head and drifting away from 'here'. That's why drinking was a twisted God send. In his head... Kara cared about him. More crazy, there was a future for him. A future for a lost cause but he was still breathing... Maybe the smirnoff is kicking in.

She answered; I don't know. Then what? He wanted to ask but she didn't even know. What did this mean? Did she know behind her rather blank blue eyes. It came to him, he still owed an answer to her. Could he easily move away from it with another dopey question, probably. But something in him was begging him to answer. Since he admired the 'truth' so much, he should spit it out. But it would bring so much embarassment and scorn, wouldn't it? He was so sick of question marks. Another sip was welcomed into his system to further distort the unanswerable questions. "I..." he started, but quit. He looked at her. "think you're cool." he said dumbly, hinting a smile.

Maybe it was the smirnoff, maybe it was the whole awkward moment, maybe it was his frustrated impulsiveness... he leaned over and kissed her lips.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - adf asdf words
NOTES -
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

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

He didn't reply and she didn't expect him too. After all, how could he answer to something she didn't know? She was thinking and questioning too much, even more so then usual. She blamed Dylan. Why? Because she could. Because he was confusing the hell out of her. Because she didn't understand. She took a few more sips of her drink, feeling reality and clarity slipping away. It was a relief to be letting go. A relief to not have to think or use logic or even remember what happened- past, present or future. Alcohol made time go away. Drink, drink, drink.

He finally began to speak again, although hesitated after his first word to look at her. Black lined eyes returned his gaze as she listened. "I... think you're cool" A smile pulled at his lips as he said it. How long had it been since anyone had said anything to that effect? Many, many years. It felt odd to hear it in relation to her. Before she could reply -not that she actually had anything to reply with- he lent towards her and kissed her.

When normally anyone's touch would have sent her into an angry, terrified frenzy with her instincts pulling her away his lips instead derailed all trains of thought, drawing her to a blank, allowing her to focus on nothing but the feel of a humans touch, of his kiss, so different from anything in her past years, and without thinking she found herself returning it.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`249
ooc' figured her not pulling away would make her
finding the necklace a tad more upsetting for them?
This post sucks sorry
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 the hell was he doing?! Kissing Kara Richards, one of the most feared girls at school. The girl who didn't like anyone and no one liked was kissing him, the guy who didn't like anyone and no one liked. Birds of a feather... While it may be the smirnoff that encouraged the kiss, it didn't come from no where. He hoped it wouldn't take this away in the morning with that hung over wasted amnesia. He wanted to remember this.

He hadn't been thinking and he wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking about how he should've expected being shoved away by her, or considering how crazy it was that he was being kissed back... Oh God, he was kissing and being kissed. His heart was beating and yet he was still light from alcohol. It was the strangest thing. She was kissing him back, she wasn't resisting... Emotions, blurred and unclear, only helped the kiss further. A hand reached out and gently touched her neck. He loved the feeling of her skin underneath his finger tips and palm.

He breathed when the kiss seperated. She was so tender, like a lamb. He knew her secret now. Behind the panther mask was a lamb. Did she know he was just the same? Okay... awkard, what to say now? He was smiling faintly without volunteer effort. There was no covening his harsh exterior right now. What now? "Kara, you know I'll never hurt you." he said, ironically to what was going to happen.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - words
NOTES -
LYRIC - ryan adams!