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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on May 8, 2011 12:33:31 GMT -5
"Oh FUCK YOU ARCADIA! You're just a lousy little bitch who can't stand to see anybody enjoying themselves! You've got nothing on him! You're just going to have to take it like a fucking "big girl" and get over the fact that DAVE doesn't want you!" A volcano had erupted and Arcadia stood there staring. "You're a sad woman jayde.." She replied, eyes never breaking their stare. "SHIT! WHAT IS WITH YOU!? I'm insulting you! I'm screaming at you and you can't even work up enough words to say some shit back?! Stop pretending you're some goddamn saint. You're NOTHING. Just a stupid little red-headed bitch with a childish way at looking at the goddamn world." Jayde spat her words in anger and stormed off. GOD, she hated that girl. With no other thoughts on her mind, anger was like jayde drinking poison.
Without a second thought Jayde was pouring liquor of all varieties down her throat. She hissed at the burn of the alcohol but continued to down it, disregarding how awful the aftermath would be. She grabbed the round fish bowl from the counter and literally dumped out its contents, she flushed the live fish down the toilet and shoved the bowl under the faucet of the sink. She rinsed it with water multiple times, then with alcoholic beverages of her choice until the damn glass thing was sterilized to shit. Sher swabbed it with the end of a towel to buff it dry. Jayde's eyes stared down into the empty bowl, she took a deep breath and ripped medication bottles open dumping their contents into the large fish bowl. She continued the process until she had nearly half of the bowl filled and she began swallowing handfuls, one after another.
Things had not been going well for Jayde. The pressure of keeping a dying band alive, dealing with a manager who hated her guts, and dealing with that stupid fire crotch trying to take the only "friend" she had on tour...jayde was pissed, and as usual..her way of coping was to fuck herself up beyond repair... As soon as she had downed her fourth hand-ful of un-identifiable drugs she felt sick.
The capsules were probably deteriorating in the acid of her stomach and the swell of unsafe mixtures were popping like chemicals in a science lab. "I-I'm GOING O-ooUT FUCKI-NG BwitcHES!" she screamed through the bus stomping to her clothing supply. She put on an outfit that in her case was extremely simple. A pair of skinnies, a flowy white tank top, bangles, and some high-wedge tennis shoes, with a leather jacket and a bottle of whiskey in hand as her favorite accessory.
In a matter of moments she was headed to the bar, where all the grungy drug addicts and drinkers would be, and surely some men with mischief on their minds.. She made an entrance, whistled at a couple hotties at the bar,plastered with tattoos, and stole a drink from the bar tender's own personal glass of beer.
She spotted a man in the dark corner of the room, back behind the pool tables, wearing a long jacket, dark hair, dark eyes, and decided he'd be the source of fun. She headed over to him and made no hesitation to sit in his lap, and whisper in his ear the things she was looking for, his eyes darted from her lips to her lab and nodded, walking with her to the backdoor where he pushed her through and stood with her in the alley, "One dose, that's all you'll need" the man whispered. Jayde was handed a pre-loaded needle and a thick yellow rubber band and the man was gone.
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Post by dave on May 9, 2011 0:29:22 GMT -5
 The day left Dave with a hitch in his giddy-up and a thirst in his veins. The man was in a group for once, sharing the company of two boys and a chick, all three dressed in biker's attire. ISE's drummer was somewhere in the wings, doing body-shots off of a girl with dark skin and a tornado of black curls. The squad of partiers congregated around the bar, churning up a cloud of cat-calls, drunken laughter and shit-talking.
David was dressed in a ragged pair of denims and a black t-shirt that had seen better days. The skin of his right forearm was bound by white gauze, standing starkly out in the dimness of the place. His lips were fixed in a sardonic smile as he watched the goings on of the tightly-wound social circle he'd gotten himself into. The girl belonged to one of the biker-kids who'd invited them out after a set, but it didn't stop him from pulling her by her hips against his body, hooking one arm around her and putting the lion's-share of his attention on his drink as the bar-tender replenished the amber contents of his glass.
During a lull in the throbbing rock 'n' roll music he felt a tap on his shoulder, cocking his head around when it persisted and finding their drummer, who was lazily pointing to the far-corner of the bar.
He almost didn't recognize the lithe figure of the other half of the tour's sick-puppy-power-couple. Jayde was in the company of another man, slinking out the back door. Dave drained his glass, the liquid slithering with a burning kiss down his throat. It was no shock to find the girl out and about with other players, but with only a glance he could see the company she was keeping was more than the average 'how's-yer-father?' sort of transaction. The door closed behind the two and David promptly pushed the girl from his lap.
Unlike Jayde, he lacked the qualities with which to charm free alcohol out of the bar-tender, so he was forced to wait until the large man slouched off to the jon, leaving only the less-experienced female tender in his place. Dave waved the girl over for a refill, leaning his lanky frame across the bar to mutter a few husky words in her ear. He managed to walk away from the engagement with a slender bottle of the good proof and a folded napkin, scrawled with a phone-number and sealed with a kiss.
He figured he walk in on what ever Jayde and her new friend were up to; cause a scene, scare the ugly scut off and launch into another one of the publicized sexual encounters that made her people skills excusable.
He pushed out the back door through which they'd passed minutes before, shuffling into the dark alleyway and letting the door fall shut behind him. Engulfed the darkness, he was momentarily blind. The vulnerability gutted him for that split second and Dave's pale eyes swept to and fro. "You out here, baby-doll?" notes: Sorry it's so crappy. I just didn't want to leave it un-posted, lest I fall into a lag.[/size] |
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on May 12, 2011 22:14:21 GMT -5
She stood alone under the single street light and held her new toys. A needle and a band made of yellowish rubber. The girl looked around both directions and realized the alley only went one direction, the other was just a closed in flat back wall made of red brick and cement. She hadn't paid nay attention to the people indoors and with the booze churning in her body she probably wouldn't have recognized them anyway. Jayde glared into the night. Fuck all those stupid tour bitches. Especially Arcadia Fucking McCarthy..
Jayde ducked when she saw a car drive by and she spotted a large box next to the dumpsters. In her drunken state, it looked like a safe hutch and she made herself invisible behind its cardboard walls. She reached into her pocket and pulle dout a lighter, spun the thumb wheel and watched as the box lit up from the flame. She held the needle in her hand and eyed her own arm, this was the first time in a long time she'd done anything like this, she'd been partial to pills, and weed recently and only doing small doses here and there of more hardcore drugs.
Looking down at the band she placed one end in her mouth and clenched tightly with her jaw, using her right hand to wrap the band tightly around her arm, She knotted it with a slip tie so when the deed was done she could just snap it and it would untie. With a small quiver she tapped her arm and watched as the blue blood became visible under the surface of her skin. She pressed the end of the serenj, and made sure all the air was out before slipping the end in, puncturing her skin. She let out a cry when she pulled the needle back out and she snapped the band letting her arm free.
A familiar voice caught her ear as she sat there in the box, Dave? She hadn't talked to him since his stupid little prank at the bonfire two nights before. It's not like she was avoiding him, or giving him the silent treatment, but after kicking his ass she had nothing more to say to him yet. Now, as weird as it sounded she wanted to be hugged and pulled into a lap, preferably someone hot, but..at this point anybody would do."You out here, baby-doll?" His voice sliced the air. She held her breath, there was no way he was allowed to see her like this. She pulled her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, maybe he wouldn't find her?
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Post by dave on May 15, 2011 2:00:19 GMT -5
There was no voice to answer him, but David heard the scrape of shoe-soles on the gritty pavement. He peered into the darkness, alert, cautious, his brows furrowed.
He almost missed her, curled up like she was, but Dave knew Jayde's profile, even in the dark. She was huddled within the walls of a decrepit old box. The guitarist cocked his head, his brow climbing into an arch. "Hey there, pretty-girl. Strange place for a hook-up." Dave fell into a squat. He couldn't well see her, even at eye-level, and was forced to lift the lip of the box. It wasn't the strangest place to go about the pass-time of self-destruction of which David was so fond.
"Did you save some for me, hot-lips, or should I flag your new friend down again?" notes: [/size] |
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on May 23, 2011 13:45:26 GMT -5
Present time,Shit Shit Shit Shit, Dave had spotted her and was now crouching down next to her, asking if she had saved him some of her drugs. She hadn't..she had juiced up her veins with its poison, all of it and was now hiding in a box, hoping to be bypassed. She placed her finger over the new puncture wound in the crease of her elbow and winced, a spot of blood arose to the surface. "I-i-, dav-vid" she couldn't choke out words in this state. She stared up at him, her eyes rather hazy and his lips a bit chapped as she tried to keep from crying. Her cell-phone buzzed in her bra and she fidgeted to grab it and read the text displayed across the screen. "Where r u? Im starting to get POed." she winced and bit her lip curling further into a ball. The name across the screen read "dad" she stuffed it back into her undergarments and let out a pained cry, but it was barely audible.
Stop, Rewind, Back in Amsterdam life had been much different for her, her mother and a man who's name she didn't know..had been in control of her, and her life. The man demanded she and every other female in the building call him "master" and do as he said. What she hadn't known at the time was that he had been her father...it was said that he died in fire along with her mother...but he had gotten out, and paid off the forensic team who declared him dead. He'd gone and changed his name, and found himself a whole new identity...and now he was looking to start the business back up and jayde was to be in the position her mother had been in so many years ago.
Stop, Fast-Forward,Present time, "David" she got out his name, and reached for him with shaking hands. She wanted to be held, more than anything right now, and her body acted for her, reaching out for the man, trying to gain some sort of affection. "He's af--f-ter" she coughed, ruining her sentence. "me" she ended, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I--d-i--don'tt know how h-he fou-nd m-mee" she sniffled, breathing in hard choppy breaths.
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Post by dave on May 23, 2011 23:44:56 GMT -5
Dave knelt across from the young woman, his arms propped on his sharp knees. She seemed out of it -- more-so than with past experiences. Her eyes were far-off, her expression grief-stricken, almost fearful. Dave was questioning what kind of cocktail she'd bolted down when she suddenly sobbed out his name, reaching out to him. Her hands shook, and her voice came out in gasps. "I--d-i--don'tt know how h-he fou-nd m-mee."
David's face darkened, his brow creasing. "Woah woah..." He spoke lowly. It took him a moment to remember what his arms were meant to do. The guitarist's long fingers curled across Jayde's wrist, pulling her towards him. His free hand hooked behind her, creating a shell. "Who's after you, baby-doll?" The image of the man she'd left with rose in his mind. "Did that fucker who sold you shit -- did he fuck with you?" The anger in his voice deepened. "Tell me which way the fuck he went. I'll make him drink his teeth."
Dave knew nothing of Jayde's previous life, or that, as he grew angrier, louder and more violent, he might have seemed anything like the man who'd once tormented her. He started to rise to his feet, trying to lift her with him. notes: [/size] |
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on May 29, 2011 9:53:14 GMT -5
Dave's voice grew and she shook her head violently. "No! Not him!" She huffed. She clung to Dave's chiseled arms and sobbed into his chest. She didn't know how to tell him about her, and she wasn't planning on spilling the beans about her life. that was the perfect way to ruin any ounce of respect he could've possibly had for her. She had taken the drugs, just incase he did infact find her...the abuse would hurt less, and the acts he forced her to do wouldn't be as terrifying.
"David..." she breathed his entire name. "It's m-my" She heard footsteps and held her breath trying to back up back into the box but Dave's arms held her still in his lap. She wanted to shrink and disappear into nothingness as the footsteps approached. "Jayde" The word sounded wickedly sweet, like a human would to coax a dog from under a bed, though every intention was beating the canine once it was within the humans grasp. She kept her mouth shut and shook beneath Dave's arms. "Jayde Valerie Baudelaire...I've been looking for you." the voice came again and just as it had the first time, it was wickedly sweet and that only made it that much scarier for the girl.
The man stood nearly 6'4, had dark angry eyes, a cigarette placed between his lips, he wore a simple grey-blue button down shirt and a tie. At his hip were four guns concealed well by his suit jacket and pants and one up the sleeve of his shirt. She knew he was packing. The man always was, and he could scare the shit out of you just by raising his hand because you knew the second a did a gun would be pointed in your face just below his palm hidden in his sleeve. Two men accompanied him, one on either side. One was tall and slender and had a pinched face with a scar across his cheek from where he had been knifed, and the other was kind of heavy set but had more muscle weight then a freight train.
"I see you sweetheart, get up and let's go home. We've got a long day of work ahead of us." His face was so used to a scowl, when he forced to to smile it almost creaked like a door that hadn't been used in ages. "Let's leave your little boyfriend here...what did I tell you about making relationships?? Is he paying you well....?" the man added,the sweetness in his voice rapidly fading. "GET UP!" he growled, stroking the length of the gun at his right hip. Jayde scrambled from Dave's arms to her feet. She could hardly stand, but she was not about to get Dave shot, and her father had no problem taking a life. "Why were you hiding from your own Daddy?" the man smiled again, the slimiest, nastiest smile. She drew in a choppy breath trying not to cry anymore. "Go get in the car Jayde..." he growled. The two men at his sides held their guns firmly and eyed Dave making sure he wasn't about to move.
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Post by dave on Jun 1, 2011 0:57:26 GMT -5
Jayde fought David with every action. Her words were thick and difficult to make out. She was tripping, tripping. Dave didn't know what to do with her; he cupped her face, giving her a gentle shake. "Come on, baby-doll. You're just freaking out on something." He'd seen kids freak out before. It was just a matter of getting her back to somewhere familiar. Like her bus.
"Come on, baby-girl," he muttered, taking her by her arms.
Just as he stood, a new voice came from behind them. "Jayde. Jayde Valerie Baudelaire...I've been looking for you." Dave turned whipped his head about as the words cut across them both. They were joined by three men who appeared to have walked out of the business end of a crime-thriller. Dave felt his insides give an uncomfortable twist. His experience with gangsters had never been pleasant.
His skin gave way to goosebumps, fear running like a bolt of electricity through his nerves before he even had time to feel shame. He could feel Jayde's response as she cowered against him. He'd been messing around with her for a while now. What had initially attracted him to her was how in control of all her chaos she was was. All the madness and the shit she tossed around; she was always tugging those threads. He'd wanted his lips on her from the second he'd met her. Never once, from that moment up until now, had he ever seen her afraid. It was half unnerving.
It took him a second to get past his body's immediate instinct to let-loose and evacuate the contents of his bowels. He knew exactly what the mean end of a gangster's hand-gun tasted like. These three -- the wing-men, especially -- were designed in every detail to be intimidating. He fucking hated men who bothered with power-plays.
"I see you sweetheart, get up and let's go home. We've got a long day of work ahead of us." The clear leader of the trio addressed Jayde like he'd known her for ages. Dave felt a very familiar misery of someone who'd been owned. It was seeping out of her pours with every syllable from the old bastard's mouth. "Let's leave your little boyfriend here...what did I tell you about making relationships?? Is he paying you well....?" The words nagged at Dave like an unreachable itch. Who the fuck was this guy? Her pimp?
"GET UP!" The creep's voice struck at them both. Jayde's body jerked as painfully as if he'd hit her. She scrambled up from David, who was grew yet more mystified and more pissed off. He stood with her, hanging on to her elbow as she tried to go to the man and his card-board-cut-out cronies. The man let his fingers run the length of what Dave knew was a firearm, but his temper was carrying his fear away with it. "Why were you hiding from your own Daddy?" Dave's face pinched into a disbelieving scowl, as if he'd smelled something inexcusably vile. The fucking bastard said something about her getting into the car, but all David could hear was the echo of his previous words, and all the hideous implications. Dave felt her trying to move on, but he pulled her roughly to his chest, glaring at the sick fuck who called himself her 'daddy'.
"Hey fuck you, dick-wad. She's busy." He wondered, briefly, at how close the nearest good Samaritan was. David wound his long arm around the girl, his face taking on that wolfish influence that boys from the Harlem family were known for.
notes: The next time Adonis gives Jayde shit, Dave's going to destroy him.[/size] |
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jun 4, 2011 1:41:22 GMT -5
"Come on, baby-doll. You're just freaking out on something." She shook her head. "NO! you don't understand!" she forced her words and continued to shake as he took her by the arms, coaxing her with softer words, calling her by the usual nick-name, baby-doll, as he tried getting her to her feet,as the man came around the corner all of Dave's progress was lost. She was back in a scared, shaking ball on the ground and the sickeningly sweet voice made her eyes well up all over again. Her father gave the guys a few orders quietly under his breath and they both nodded in compliance but remained still."GET UP!" The creep's voice struck at them both. Jayde's body jerked as painfully as if he'd hit her, and to her he had.She'd been keeping herself hidden for so long and now, somehow he'd managed to find her and she was terrified of being forced back into the trafficking business
.She scrambled up from David, who was grew yet more mystified and more pissed off, the anger apparent in his eyes when he stood with her, hanging on to her elbow, she tried shaking him off. "NO" she snapped, directly at David. "Get out of here!" she hissed. She tried to sound convincing but it wasn't working. She couldn't admit that she was worried about him, she didn't want him getting worried, and she did her best to be brave. "GET OUT OF HERE!" she demanded. The man was looking less and less amused, he curled his index finger at her gesturing to "come here" and she tried to go to the man and his two men. The man let his fingers run the length of what Dave knew was a firearm, but his temper was carrying his fear away with it."Hey fuck you, dick-wad. She's busy."Jayde tried shoving Dave backwards but her drugged out bloodstream held back any strength she may have had.David wound his long arm around the girl, his face taking on a thick scowl.
Mr. Baudelaire shook his head. "lookee here boys, we've got ourselves a fighter. Take him out back," he nodded, and the two took shape next to jayde and david. One took jayde and literally ripped her from Dave's grasp while the other took David by the shoulders. "Shoot him" her father said, his face completely expressionless. Jayde screetched a loud "NO! PLEASE! I'll go willingly, j-just lett him GO" she took a deep breath and took herself closer to the man. "You know you're getting it worse then ever..the minute we step onto our property.." he hissed. "For you and your little boyfriends mistakes.." The man adjusted his tie with one hand and grabbed a handful of Jayde's hair dragging her up the alley towards the car. Both men took hold of Dave and began dragging him theopposite direction. "If you stay fucking quiet, and we let you go..you beter take off and fucking run. Forgot tonight and your life will be better for it.If you can't do that, we'll just kill you now." The taller of the two henchmen whispered into Dave's ear. The other chuckled in amusement. "Yeah. What he said." It was obvious that he had much less brain capacity then the first and both were dumber then their leader, probably hired due to their ruthlessness and cheap hiring.
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Post by dave on Jun 6, 2011 0:32:47 GMT -5
Even as he held her, he could feel Jayde's fear mounting and rising with every second spent in the presence of this scum-bag and his two groupies. David kept his arm around his girl while his mind -- slightly buzzed, slightly fried -- tried to catch up, all the while with his other hand tucked a little too casually into his pocket.
Before he could comprehend what had been said the two thugs were ripping them from each other. Two hands clamped down on Dave's shoulders and the boy reacted in the same fashion that he did with any male who put hands on him; he threw his elbow back into the gent's gut. "Take your fag-hands off me, queer," he snarled, trying to twist around in the vice-grip-hands of his captor.
He heard Jayde's father -- for fuck's sake, her father -- give an order to shoot him. Honestly -- honestly -- he was too pissed about being pushed, grabbed, jerked and ordered around. Seeing Jayde's father touch her pissed him off even more. He threw himself against the thug holding him again. "Yeah you fat-bastard. Shoot me like the little cheap-shot-bitch you gotta be to be running around backing your scum-fuck boss up!"
It would shock him later to think back and realize that Jayde stuck up for him. "NO! PLEASE! I'll go willingly, j-just lett him GO."
The asshole muttered something about making her pay for having a personality. He started walking her off towards the car. The first thug joined the second in grabbing Dave by the shoulders, pulling him further from Jayde. Dave strained against them. "Black Lincoln Town-Car," he said, loudly. He changed format, yelling out louder at the man. "You think you're so fucking bad-ass, driving around in a black lincoln town-car, Mr. BAUDELAIRE? Fucking tinted windows and shit." Why the boy was choosing the car of all things to vent his sudden rage on was entirely unclear. The two muscle-men dragged him further from the scene.
"If you stay fucking quiet," whispered the thinner of the two, so close to Dave's ear that he shivered with revulsion, "and we let you go..you better take off and fucking run. Forgot tonight and your life will be better for it. If you can't do that, we'll just kill you now."
Dave shoved the two bastards to the best of his ability, hocking and spitting a wad of saliva onto the skinnier man's shoes. "Keep your fag-distance, quiff." He rocked away from them as best he could, trying to get loose. A smirt crept across his lips. "You can kill me if you want, fucker, but you're gonna have to explain it to my friends with the Austin authorities." He pulled his hand from his pocket then, holding his cell-phone up so that the smarter of the two thugs could see the glowing screen.
The digits there were only three; 911. The call had been going on for about a minute and forty-five seconds. Long enough so that the dispatcher would have been able to hear David shout the description of the car, as well as use the gangster's last name. It had also been long enough for them to trace the general location.
David was a little high and a little drunk and pissed and running on the adrenaline of impending death, so the smirk spread and a chuckle filtered out of his lips. "Merry Christmas, mother-fuckers."
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