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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jun 10, 2011 23:20:00 GMT -5
"GET IN THE CAR!" the man hollered, hissing at the men, they dropped Dave and took off, rounding the corner only to hop in and kick it to life, waiting for their boss to get in as well. "Jayde this boyfriend of yours just wrote a death-wish. I'll find you." he cranked his arm back and slapped the girl directly across the face,so hard she fell backwards onto the pavement. "Dave was it? Pleased to make your aquaintance." he hissed and was in the backseat in moments. The driver, the dumber of the two side men slamme dhis foot on the gas just as a line of cop cars began to turn into the parking lot.
BANG! BANG! shots fired out, the noise made the bystanders ears' ring.The men shot out of their windows at the cops and before Jayde could even wobble to her feet the chase was on and every cop car followed one after the other, speeding away after the man who's DNA she shared. She let out the breath she'd been holding since before Dave had even arrived and she shook from all the adrenaline. She'd never been so terrified in her life. Due to the adrenaline, the toxic waste she had pumped into her system had made it through her at a quicker rate, and the effects were shorter than usual, yet her weakened state, and hazey bubble remained. She managed to get to her feet, as the cool night air swept across her causing the red hand print on her face to sting. "David" she muttered, chugging over to him in her tall heels.
"Don't you ever try to save me. Don't risk it." she said, in the sternest of voices she could muster. "He's not lieing. He'll be back, and now you're a target too." the worry in her voice was now evident and she grabbed his hand, tugging him out of the alley way and towards the parking lot. She wobbled as she walked, and she couldn't see straight. And there was no way in hell she could get out of this without some questioning and she knew it, so instead of waiting for him to ask she just belted it. She faught away any tears that threatened to escape as she stood there. "Y-you will never see me cry again." she stated. "You're fucking stupid for standing up to a man like that. you were fucking out numbered and you're goddamn lucky he didn't shoot you where you stood!" She shook as a cold surge of pain shot up her spine. "I grew up in Amsterdam" she stated. "Under his watch..as his primary income. There were others just like me, I don't know if they were related to me or not..my mom did as he said, and ordered me to do the same." She told him. "I was thirteen when I escaped, and I never thought I'd see it again. I thought everybody died in the fire, that took the building." She looked at her feet, unable to look him in the eye. "I was wrong."
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Post by dave on Jun 11, 2011 0:37:19 GMT -5
The slow-motion drama played out before Dave could understand. The men were gone, his addled brain following their progress as they lunged into their car and the car sped away. He was, for a moment, unsteady on his feet, watching the stream of blue and cherry lights.
Suddenly, Jayde was in front of him, and everything about her was either angry or afraid or coming undone. She started talking in his general direction, but the adrenaline was still all that David was feeling.
Jayde grabbed his hand, suddenly, pulling him with her away from the noise and spectacle. She stopped, standing before him, her eyes glistening. "Y-you will never see me cry again," she hissed, her voice thick with tears. "You're fucking stupid for standing up to a man like that. you were fucking out numbered and you're goddamn lucky he didn't shoot you where you stood!"
Dave was coming down from the adrenaline kick. He fixated on the red mark on her face. Almost in pain, the woman continued. "I grew up in Amsterdam...Under his watch..as his primary income. There were others just like me, I don't know if they were related to me or not..my mom did as he said, and ordered me to do the same." It came out in a flood. David barely had time to comprehend. "I was thirteen when I escaped, and I never thought I'd see it again. I thought everybody died in the fire, that took the building." Jayde couldn't look him in the eye. Dave stared hard at her face as she tried to get it all straight. The words began to hammer down on him. Who she'd been. Where she'd been. What her fucking father had done. His blood started to heat again, his face growing stony. Jayde just looked at her feet, her voice quavering. "I was wrong."
Dave waited for their existence to catch up to the rest of the world. The frown on his face drew deep lines. He turned away from Jayde, taking a few long paces in the opposite direction while he absorbed it. Too much. Too fucking much.
When he turned back around he looked Jayde over. She was still clearly high, tripping balls, strung out, teetering. He walked back to her, his expression cold and untelling of the level of 'pisssed off' he'd achieved. "Come on, baby-girl," he said darkly. He slipped an arm around her. "You're higher than a fucking kite. Better walk you down a couple notches." He cupped her cheek in his palm, kissing the reddened skin with his cracked lips before pulling back and forcing her to face him. "--And if your father ever comes around you again, I will kill him. I will fucking kill him. You're the most fucking gorgeous, the most terrifying and fucking unpredictable woman in the world and..." he brushed a trail of tears away from her eyes. "And no one should ever lay a fucking hand on you. I will kill him."
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jun 13, 2011 23:27:31 GMT -5
The thin shaking body of a woman, looking like a worn out puppy, beaten one time too many stood there. She stared at her feet, refusing to look up and catch sight of the world around her, even stricter on her refusal to look the man near her in the eye. for the first time in years she felt weak.Not just weak physically, but emotionally. Like everything in the entire world was supposed to just snap right then and there. She took five hard steps in the opposite direction wanting to escape it all.
There comes a time in all of our lives when we need to go away, when we need to leave behind where we are, who we are and what we are in order to find some perspective on our lives.And she felt like she needed to do some intense soul searching
In the muddled world people live in, people often get so enwrapped in the day-to-day existences that they find ourselves adrift and lost. People become machines, punching out days as if they were cogs, interlocking, driving one another, but hopelessly insignificant in both form and function. And Jayde realized right there, she'd been doing the same thing for so long. Blocking out people, doing drugs to stop the pain, and putting herself in danger just for the fun of it..most likely after tonight she wouldn't change, but her way of thinking would. She'd do all the same actions but later that night when she was nestled into her bed on the bus she'd actually think about it and maybe feel something. Something that made her regret it, just a little.
That's why she had to leave, to step outside the machine, to gaze back at it and see what it is she was constructing with the days of her life and figure out how it fits into the larger machine of the world around her.
Within seconds his hand was on her shoulder "Come on, baby-girl," he said darkly. He slipped an arm around her. "You're higher than a fucking kite. Better walk you down a couple notches." -there was no doubt she was still tripping but her mind was in such a thought organizing state it didn't even matter. He cupped her cheek in his palm, and placed his lips on her,he curled a finger under her chin forcing her to look at him "--And if your father ever comes around you again, I will kill him. I will fucking kill him. You're the most fucking gorgeous, the most terrifying and fucking unpredictable woman in the world and..." he took in a breath "And no one should ever lay a fucking hand on you. I will kill him."
"Unless he kills you first." she said. "he won't stop. and even if you kill him, you've literally just ruined your life. His men..they won't stop. they'll keep coming back. there's so many of them. he's like a fucking cock roach..kill them all? somehow they just reappear." no. she couldn't just say thank you, kiss him and try to move on. She couldn't, that would be too easy.after all..this is jayde
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Post by dave on Jun 20, 2011 9:43:46 GMT -5
Jayde wasn't receptive to moving on. Ash David tried to pull her away from that spot she only stood still, rooted to her place while the gears in her head groaned and shifted and creaked, delivering her to all sorts of conclusions.
There had been a time, a couple years ago, that David had hunched over a glass-topped table, snorting lines of fine white powder through a curled dollar bill. It hadn't been his place and it hadn't been fucking safe, he found, because at fifteen minutes to midnight, three thugs had burst through the deteriorating locks on the door. The man who'd sold the drugs and cut the lines was dead before the echo of the door-knob against the wall had quieted. The girl -- then David's girlfriend -- had screamed and cried and carried on as one of the men had dragged her by her hair into the kitchen, out of Dave's sight-line, and David, pinned with his spine to the carpet, had endured the taste of a gun between his teeth for an endless thirty three minutes and twenty five seconds while they did what they'd come there for; trashing the apartment and leaving a message for the rest of the neighborhood.
In the aftermath, Crystal had crawled across the floor to him, collapsing against his chest. They'd laid there for hours, breathing, drawling all their conclusions, letting their brains process and organize and come to grips with the thin membrane between themselves and death.
When Gideon had first gone MIA, Adrianna, his woman, had stood in their garden for six hours, looking at the leaves on on the peas and cucumber plants, waiting for the universe to stop whispering all the answers to all these 'secrets'.
It was all just science at work in their heads. Chemicals.
"You're in shock, baby. Come on. You gotta walk a little," he muttered, dropping his arm to her waist and trying to usher her towards the sidewalk. They were far away from the tour. If they started walking now, he could hope she would have a normal blood-flow through her brain.
She went on as he laced his fingers through hers, forcing her towards the sidewalk. "He won't stop. and even if you kill him, you've literally just ruined your life. His men..they won't stop. They'll keep coming back. There's so many of them. He's like a fucking cock roach..Kill them all? Somehow they just reappear."
"Well if I'm already as good as dead, I don't think there's a fucking thing they can do to me," he rumbled. "I mean don't get me wrong; I almost just shit myself, but your... That guy, he's not talking about anything new." notes: [/size]
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