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Post by FRANKLIN ANTONIO JONES on May 18, 2011 15:55:55 GMT -5
It was hard to comprehend everything Cadi was telling him. Franklin wasn’t even sure what it meant- obviously they were passing the realm of platonic chatting, but how far, exactly? She didn’t make it sound like this was anything casual. She was talking about heart and ownership and… Gosh. She was right. He’d never dream of hurting her. Dave was an idiot for letting her go in the first place. It was something he couldn’t even fathom- here she was, just within his grasp, and his heart was pounding. He couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. He didn’t even know what to make of the situation. Especially now that she was going on about how he confused her on her emotions- how did that happen? He opened his mouth to inquire, but before he could, she was on her feet and freaking out about David and Adonis’ squabble.
Oh, right, other people in the world existed besides her. He forgot for a moment.
Rubbing his eye, Frankie hopped to his feet, not bothering to hesitate at her request. He took her hand and pulled her away from the commotion, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. ”C’mon, Love, let’s get you out of here,” he murmured, falling silent again as they walked, his thoughts once more floating to the situation at hand. It was certainly a sticky one. Confusing. But God, he wanted to kiss her again. Her lips were so soft, and she was just so beautiful, and… Darnit.
When they were out of range of everyone else, right next to a lake, Franklin pulled her in close to him, his hands on her waist. ”Arcadia, if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m not used to people being in my life for very long,” he began, because let’s face it. He didn’t know if he’d ever have another opportunity to just… Say it. What if she came to her senses soon? He had to make the most of having her there with him. ”But when I first met you, I thought, that is one girl I want to keep with me forever. You’re my best friend, you know? But I should have expected this, you know. For those feelings towards you to evolve.” He looked up at her, then, straight in the eyes. Because she already knew. He was sure of it. ”I adore you, Arcadia McCarthy.” And then, simply because he couldn’t fuck it up any more than he already had, he pulled her in close and kissed her softly on the lips.
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Post by ARCADIA PENN MCCARTHY on May 18, 2011 16:22:44 GMT -5
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Luckily Frankie acted quickly. He took her away from the commotion and out of view from the fighting. She couldn't handle anymore of that. They walked away and ended up at waters edge, Franklin pulled her in close to him, his hands on her waist. ”Arcadia, if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m not used to people being in my life for very long,” he began, and she quieted her thoughts to listen to what he had to say. Usually people called her Cadi, even him, but he'd started it with her full first name which made it sound much more important. ”But when I first met you, I thought, that is one girl I want to keep with me forever. You’re my best friend, you know? But I should have expected this, you know. For those feelings towards you to evolve.”
He looked up at her, then, straight in the eyes. She could feel her heart beating like a drum behind her breast bone. This boy was here, right now confessing his feelings for her and all other thoughts kind of melted away.”I adore you, Arcadia McCarthy.' It was almost as if he read her mind when he kissed her because at this moment in time the girl was utterly speechless. She closed her big blue eyes and kissed him back, letting their lips linger on one another, while his hands stayed respectfully on her hips. She let their tongues mingle between the two fo them, and when the kiss finally broke Cadi opened her eyes slowly, looking directly at him.
"Frankie...I.." she couldn't choke out any words at all, instead she pulled him into a tighter hug and laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm all yours." she said quietly. Caught up in the moment, she spoke the truth. Dave, he couldn't say shit, he had Jayde. Doni, his heart was for Crimson. Maybe it was just..right? She was supposed to be with Frankie! It seemed right, it made sense..right? She was too confused to give herself any time for negative thoughts. This boy, this sweet, amazing, wonderful boy had just given her a novel worthy confession and she wasn't going to just take it lightly.
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Cadi's Outfit
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Post by BENJI UMBERTO MORETTI on May 19, 2011 8:50:40 GMT -5
i'm only here because
i feel the day deserves a truly sordid end
benji looked at mira and shook his head. “no, mira.” he said simply. if anything else happened to mira he would be pissed off and he knew her parents would be pissed to see any pictures of her with black eyes, a swollen face, missing teeth or anything else that could be the result from jumping into a fight between two guys. he looked towards the fight for a moment and then mira started wiggling. he was just about ready to throw her ass over his shoulder and force her back to the bus. “mira!” benji threw his skateboard down and took her by her biceps, looking at her seriously. “I’m not about to let you go and get in the middle of a fight like that. look at doni – kid can fucking handle it. the last god damn thing we need is for that prick to accidentally hit you. I’d fucking kill him, you know that.” he said, sternly and truthfully. he knew that if she knew anybody that would kill for her – it was him. and he’d get a fucking thrill from killing david harlem.
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as david staggered back from the headbutt, adonis took the moment to reach up and touch his forehead. when he felt the blood he knew he’d probably have to get a stitch or two to help it heal up. he then readied himself for dave’s next attack. adonis didn’t like fighting and he certainly tried to avoid it but when it came down to it – he had an angry old irish man for a father and he’d taught him how to fight and defend himself. and adonis wasn’t a pansy – he’d fought in many many ( more than anyone would think of him ) fights before. when david spit on adonis’ jeans, he looked down, disgusted, and when he looked back up david was throwing himself at him. adonis caught david in his midsection and stumbled back before he fell back onto the ground. worst position to be in, he knew. but he took advantage of david’s idiotic lunge and swung his fist, repeatedly, towards his face. hoping like hell he’d hit his face hard enough, each time, to knock david the fuck out.
TAGGED errbody WORD COUNT --- MUSE okay. LYRICS 'jump into the fog' the wombats NOTES benji & doni in ONE!
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Post by jon on May 19, 2011 22:58:10 GMT -5
 Adonis's larger frame gave as Dave laid his shoulder into the man. He was distinctly aware of the Irishman's fists as they connected with his face, time and time again. He didn't doubt he'd look right pretty in the morning. Dave dug his chin into his own chest, making it less accessible for his opponent as he drove his own fists down into what ever flesh he could find purchase in; ribs, stomach, neck. He immediately took advantage of having Adonis on the ground, putting a knee down on the man's middle to keep him pinned.
Crimson watched Oliver's pace as he walked away from her, his feet carrying him to a girl she'd seen around campus but had never spoken to. Crimson set her hands in her pockets, waiting for them to return. Oliver was good at friends. It was one of the things that had spurred the strange chemistry between the two of them. He brought the girl into their midst and Crimson felt a small surge of... Something. Love? Certainly love of some sort. Not that she could have explained its nature to anyone on this tour.
Her focus on his face was interrupted when Arcadia's voice, distressed, broke out overhead. Crimson's eyes raised, looking first to Cadi, then following her sight-line to where two bodies were mixed up in something ugly looking. It only took a moment to register the identities. The girl's brows knit, her jaw dropping an inch. She shook her head, turning her eyes back on Oliver. "I am so sorry. I have to go break this up. They're gonna kill each other." She kissed Oliver again on his cheek, brushing her fingers gently through his curly hair. She would have preferred a quiet cigarette with the boy who consented to holding her hand. Ah well. Crimson squeezed his elbow and then broke into a run.
Jon untangled himself from his banjo, leaving it in the first pair of open hands he saw. "This is ridiculous." He came to the two with a grunt, hooking his arm around Dave's middle and his neck. The guitarist was not unaccustomed to brawling, so the elbow Jon received in his gut was not unexpected. He yanked Dave, dodging another elbow and shoving him a few steps away. "Alright. Enough. " He only had that second to shove himself between the two, putting a hand on either boy's chest and forcing them further apart. If they wanted to kill each other, they'd have to move him first. "Enough!" He was easily strong enough, in principle, to keep two bodies apart from one another, but the hatred pushing from either side was a factor that wasn't as easily balanced by physics.
"Adonis!" He heard Crimson before he saw her. The girl brushed by him, barely chancing eye-contact. She added herself to the barrier, twisting both arms around his waist and pushing with all the strength her farm-girl upbringing afforded her. "He's not even worth it!"
Jon **sighs** I'm too damned old for this shit. Listening To: Wooden Heart - Listener [/size] |
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Post by MIRA CITALIX SANTIAGO on May 20, 2011 4:24:30 GMT -5
 She already knew what was coming when Benji discarded his skateboard. They had gone through similar problems before-- one of them wanting to get more rowdy than they should while the other demands they behave. At first Mira avoided eye contact and let him say what he had to say. When he reminded her the seriousness that could occur if Dave hit her, Mira looked up at Benji and nodded a little, admitting defeat. Her jets were cooled way down and her body loosened a little so he knew that she wasn’t ready to spring on David as soon as he let her go… if he let her go.
Mira bit down on her lower lip a little, looking at Benji’s concerned face. It reminded her of how close they really are, regardless of how strained things were lately. Even tough her and Doni were antilove and anti the people who made them that way… she had to admit, Benji lookin’ after her like that always gave her the flutters. She snaked an arm around his waist and moved closer to him and smiled softly. “Sorry, Benji… you’re not mad are you?” Rising on her tip toes a little she pressed the tip of her nose against his and whispered, “My eye hurts…”
tagged: everyone (*BENJI*) • word count: 213 lyrics: turnpike gates by fallout boy awrite, outfit ›› here‹‹ |
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Post by BENJI UMBERTO MORETTI on May 20, 2011 7:04:45 GMT -5
i'm only here because
i feel the day deserves a truly sordid end
when mira nodded, benji almost let out a sigh of relief. part of him thought he’d have to force her to calm the hell down but thankfully, she agreed with just some stern talking. benji looked over towards the fight to see it finally being broken up and when he looked back to mira, he expected to see her move away from him and go back over to doni. surprisingly, she wrapped an arm around him. he hadn’t been this close to her in so long that he felt his breath catch in this throat when she started to push herself up on her toes. he hid his surprise as best as he could and took his hands from her biceps and put them around her loosely. he chewed on his bottom lip for a second then shook his head. “no. ‘course not, mira. i… i can’t really be mad at you.” he said, truthfully, offering a small smile. with her nose against hers, benji could smell the alcohol and pot on her. but mingling in between the smells, he caught a whiff of coconut. he couldn’t help but smile a bit. she always smelled like coconut – it never failed. benji took his nose from hers and very gently brushed his lips over her pained eye. all the while, taking in the coconut scent of her hair. “I’m sorry your eye hurts, mira… I… I could go grab a little ice for you from the cooler…” he said, softly and still trying to his hide surprise. he was sure, though, that the rapid beating in his chest that always came with being this close to mira would give him away.
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adonis’ fist was sure to have made contact with every party of david’s face it could reach. when david tucked his chin in, adonis continued to swing at his head. when david finally started throwing his fists in response, adonis could feel the pains shooting through his side and in his ribcage. but given the circumstances, he wouldn’t let up on his fist swinging. even when david was being pulled off him, adonis kept throwing punches. only stopping when jon moved in the way – he hadn’t even heard his name being called. his ears were at attention to hear anything david had to say just in case he needed to restart the fight or put the insults in his pocket and save them for a later time. it was when he felt arms around him that made him stop completely and take a few steps back. he stopped and looked down and there was crimson. part of him wanted to throw his arms around crimson and hug her to him as if the fight was all for her protection. the other part wanted him to walk away and start another fight with the first guy in his path and cause much more damage. instead, he took a deep breath, his eyes still down on crimson and anger still etched onto his face. he reached around himself and grabbed one of crimm’s hands in each of his and unhooked them from around him. “stop.” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’m fi – I’m fucking done.” he said, low still as he took a couple steps back from crimson. there was anger still etched onto his face as he looked at crimson then dave. he used the sleeve from his hoodie and wiped at the wound on his head. the amount of blood told him he’d have to make a trip to the hospital at the end of the night.
TAGGED errbody WORD COUNT --- MUSE okay. LYRICS 'jump into the fog' the wombats NOTES benji & doni in ONE!
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Post by FRANKLIN ANTONIO JONES on May 22, 2011 22:01:55 GMT -5
”I’m all yours.”
Rad. .. No, wait. What?
He stood up straight, continuing to wait for the rejection even after the opposite came. Frankie remained rather confused, taking in the feel of her arms around him, tighter than ever before, her head on his shoulder. Okay. What just happened? Not what he expected. Okay. She was… His. That was good, right? Yeah. Okay. Breathe, Franklin.
It’s like in all those movies. You’ve got the girl.
He blinked, an immediate wave of relief washing over him. His arms closed around Cadi, pulling her up against him, his face buried into her neck. He held her close, almost afraid she’d bolt if she gained the opportunity, and he stood still like that for quite some time. He didn’t know what this meant, exactly. There was nothing specified. All he knew was that this was the start of something beautiful, and for that he was ecstatic.
After awhile, Franklin pulled back and pressed another quick kiss to her lips, chuckling as he pulled away. ”You certainly do know how to make a man happy,” he said, reaching up to ghost his fingertips over her cheek. ”And I think it’s safe to say that you’ve had me all to yourself for awhile now.” He circled behind her, then, his arms still around her waist, gesturing up to the sky. He loved sitting out at night- it was so peaceful, and now that they were away from all of the ruckus, he could enjoy it. Sometimes, when he couldn’t sleep, he’d slip off of the tour bus in the early hours of the morning- after everyone had passed out in their drunken stupors- and just… Look up at the stars. He found astronomy to be astounding. He loved to read up on that subject- it was a little odd, but he adored learning.
But really, what kind of man thought about the stars when he was standing right next to a beautiful woman?
”It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he murmured absentmindedly into her ear, rocking back and forth. ”Not nearly as breathtaking as you, however.” After pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he turned his attention back to her. ”What shall we do now?”
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Post by jon on May 23, 2011 1:12:33 GMT -5
Adonis pulled away from Crimson, removing her arms from his waist with whatever aggression he had left. Crimson moved back by a step to let him breathe, though she remained, like Jon, in the line directly between his body and Dave's. "Stop,” the man growled. “I’m fi – I’m fucking done.” Crimson didn't touch him, though she wanted to get a closer look at the gash on his forehead. He was clearly drunk and furious, though, and not in the mood to be held. She could hear Jon and Dave's harsh exchange behind her, but it only meant that the bastard would be distracted.
"Are you alright, Adonis?" she asked, trying to make herself reasonable in all the insanity.
Dave was blind to anyone outside of the subject of his tunnel vision, even with Crimson and Jon between them. He lunged again, his efforts thwarted by a familiar block of lead. Jon found himself in a brilliant position to humiliate his old band-mate, but he wanted to salvage the evening, not incite a brawl.
He effectively threw him back another three feet, knotting his fist in the front of the boy's shirt and cementing his arm straight out. He had to trust Adonis's friends to hold the man back if he wasn't ready to stop. Dave threw himself against Jon again. His face wasn't black and blue yet; just bloodied and swollen and generally how Jon remembered it looking on any given Friday night, back when they'd toured together.
"Chill the fuck down and go play a guitar or something," he growled. Common practice to make children listen to you was to speak more quietly rather than up the volume. He edged David another couple paces. "You should both be getting yourselves to an emergency room to get the holes in your faces stitched up, but what do I know?"
Dave backed away a few steps on his own, visibly panting, his teeth bared as he began to feel where Adonis's knuckles had scored.
"Fuck you, Rhodes," he leveled a finger at the man. "If I ever see you put your mick-hands on my girlfriend again, I'll fucking kill you."
Jon advanced on him another step, so close in proximity that their chests brushed. Dave flattened both his palms on the drummer's trunk and shoved him soundly. "Get the fuck out of my face you cunt." He turned his back on Jon and the rest of them, stalking away, eyes roaming to see if he could find Jayde in the crowd.
Jon watched until his disappeared before turning around to see the status of the other party. "You guys okay?" Someone handed him back his banjo. He accepted it, hooking the strap over his head and neck.
It's 2:12 AM. Nothing I write would be able to improve this. My brain is mush. Listening To: [/size] |
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