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Post by Aristotle Luna Williams on Apr 27, 2011 21:29:42 GMT -5
 
It was eleven at night and she hadn't had anything to drink yet. She was kind of proud of herself, but once she got to the bar, that would go away quickly. She had had a rough school day with her students. She caught two kids passing notes to one another. When they had free time to practice piano, she read them and her heart just dropped. The notes all said that same thing. Don't answer any of her questions. She's one of them. And of course, the them in the note was underlined or writen boldy or captialized. At least it would be Satuday tomorrow and she wouldn't feel bad staying up until three in the morning at the bar. She first went to her apartment to change out of her teacher's outfit. She was only twenty-one. She could still wear jeans and what not and not feel bad about it later.
After awhile, it was almost midnight and she'd just arrived at the bar. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked in. People looked at her and looked away, almost like they knew what she was. She rolled her eyes and went to the bar. At least Vince was working tonight. He was also a pryo that was against the war thing going on around them. She couldn't trust anyone else who really worked at the bar besides him. Everyone else would do something to her drink, like spit in it or something. She sat down at her usual spot at the bar and ordered a beer. Most women didn't like the taste of beer, but somehow she did. She didn't know what it was about it, but it sort of caught her intrest more than the more feminine drinks offered.
She felt lonely just sitting there. It was busy since it was a Friday and Vince had other people to tend to. She sat there, listened to the music and decided this was not the type of music for her. She pulled out her iPod and put one ear bud into her right ear. Jazz music. That was more her forte. She hated it when people would make fun of it because it didn't have lyrics or cool guitar. She was going to have a project for her jazz class to make a sign that said 'Danger. Trombones are becoming extinct since the Big Band Days are over.' Only she really got the joke. Some of her students did, but didn't express it. She felt bad for them. Their parents probably taught them to hate pyrokinetics. She wanted to become a teacher to help students become more intune with their musical abilities. Not to express their hate and take it out on the teacher abilities.
OUTFIT; Click
TAG; open
MUSE; it's okay
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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Post by Aidan Dye on Apr 30, 2011 12:06:34 GMT -5
 Break it, smash it, fuck it, so destructive and I like it
Cause it's all a game to me
------------------------------------------------------------- ’’Scotch please.’’ [/color] Aidan said as he sat down behind the counter, hair dripping onto the back of his neck from the minutes he had walked out in the rain, doing his best to stay dry. He really just wanted to go home and sleep, but he didn’t want to walk out in the rain. Sure, he could take a taxi back or return in other ways. But the need for a drink was so much stronger. Sure, he had alcohol at his place as well but that wasn’t nearly the same as drinking in a bar. Drinking home and alone was just depressing and before he knew it he would be back in his old habits for an evening and end a bottle in one evening. While here it was a little bit more expensive, he didn’t see the bottle even if there were several behind the counters and there was someone stopping him if he got too much, sometimes several. And another bonus, if he drank here he would notice how much money he was giving up for it and stop for purely economical reasons. The golden liquid tasted so good that he nearly thought he would die for a second. The lovable burn down his throat and the flavors in his mouth. It wasn’t the best scotch he had in his life but he definitely had a lot worse in his days by now. He placed the glass down on the dark brown wooden counter and looked at it, fingertip stroking the edge of the glass as he just looked at it, almost waiting for something to happen. Then he shrugged lightly and retreated his hand, letting his hand slide down into the right pocket of his coat and took out the dark blue bic lighter, bringing it up to look at it instead and lighted it. The small flame flickered for a couple of seconds, then went out again. The exact same thing happening after the second try, and the third, and the fourth. ’’Fucking bic.’’[/color] Aidan muttered and put the lighter on the counter, perhaps a little bit harder then intended. Bic, somehow never kept up with the quality in his opinion. On the other hand he probably used his lighter just as much as a chain smoker did without really smoking. But it was really frustrating for him. And he wasn’t even sure if he had more lighters at home. The good part was that it still worked to some extent, He just had to act quickly to use it in case something happened on the way back home, although if something happened he had to be quick anyway. At home he had… two.. perhaps three more lighters on which he had been playing with anyway, so they were rather undependable. But he could get a few new ones in a night shop on the way back. He looked around in the bar, noticing some elderly men looking at him, probably truck drivers both considering their cap and found him more interesting than their beer. ’’What are you looking at?’’[/color] He hissed at them before he took his own glass, he had never been scared of humans who didn’t like him because of his powers. Just because he knew they didn’t have a reason to dislike him, until they pissed him of. The men looked back to their beer and started muttering something to one another, leaving Aidan at peace with his glass of scotch. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 580
LYRICS HEDFUC by FAKE?
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES Ello, hope you don’t mind ^^
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0. |
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Post by Aristotle Luna Williams on May 1, 2011 19:51:25 GMT -5
Aristotle sighed as she finished her drink. She turned back around to Vince and asked for another one. He took her empty bottle and nodded his head. He knew what it was like, but didn't express his feelings as out there as she did of course. She looked around to see who was all at the bar tonight. No one she knew by name. A few regulars, but nothing too depressing tonight thankfully. It had been a minute since Vince had been over here, and she tried to spot him at the bar. He saw him serving someone else. Scotch? Yeah, that's what it had to be. The guy he was serving was trying to light something. The women couldn't tell what it was, but it didn't matter. Smoking wasn't her forte, and she hated the smell of it. Kind of like social events. The guy looked like he was snapping at everything since his lighter wouldn't light. When he yelled at the older-looking men, she rolled her eyes at it. Didn't have to yell.
Vince brought her another beer and sat down in front of her. She saw his eyes shift over to the angry guy, You should go over and try and make him happy. You're good at that kind of stuff. She sighed and leaned on the table with her elbows. "Bring me a whisky about thrity seconds into talking to him." Vince nodded and she left her beer because the way he was looking at the truckers, he didn't seem to like beer of any kind. She went a little further back into the bar so it looked like she just walked in. She messed up her hair a little bit, took off her coat, and put away her iTouch. She rolled her eyes and sat next to him without even looking at him, like not noticing he was there. Thirty seconds into it, Vince brought her the whisky like she said to.
She pulled out her lighter that was always in her pocket along with her phone, acting like she was looking for something. She sighed slightly and put everything, but the lighter back inside her pocket. She didn't know this guy and didn't know how he felt about pyrokinetics, but it didn't exactly matter right now. Vince did a lot for her, and he didn't like unhappy customers, so for every customer that came in angry she made happy, she got a free drink. It was worth it in the end. She ended up getting at least two or three drinks per night. She took a drink of the whisky and started to play with her lighter.
OUTFIT; Click
TAG; Aidan
MUSE; it's okay
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 2, 2011 8:04:07 GMT -5
Break it, smash it, fuck it, so destructive and I like it
Cause it's all a game to me
------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps he would skip Bic permanently, it wasn’t that they looked nice, and worked for that matter. The color always gave him a head ache and plastic wasn’t so classy in the long run. If he used it to long, the little bits of metal would heat up and eventually get stuck, leaving the lighter completely useless for him. That’s it, now he had decided it, no more Bic for him, just quality stuff. He let go of the lighter and crossed his arms over the wooden counter. He felt his mood drop slightly, and the men were back with their stares at him which didn’t make it all better. He closed his eyes a counted backwards to ten in his mind. Aidan hadn’t had such a day in a long time, which in his opinion earned him a bit the right to be cranky today, so if people annoyed him he wouldn’t be afraid to show or tell them about it. He sighed heavily and opened his eyes again, right hand moving to take his glass of scotch and drank some more of it, seemed like the taste got better and better for each sip.
As he let go of the glass, he could feel how his thumb stroked his ring finger lightly, making him look at it and to be honest, after three years he still wasn’t used to the sight, it looked empty and practically naked. He always expected that there would be a gold ring there, which he had struggled for so hard to manage to pay just for her sake. He still had the ring and he knew he could still wear it to comfort himself, but there was no use in wearing it if she didn’t. Well, he knew she wore a rig but it was another one that connected her to another guy. Which honestly, couldn’t hurt more considering he had found out today, three years after she had left him. He took another sip of the scotch, a much bigger one now as if he wanted to forget it all, but that wouldn’t help his misery, it never had.
Even if Aidan had decided to move on from the Bic lighter, it didn’t stop the fact that it still was the perfect toy for his fingers to keep them occupied with, as long as he didn’t try to light it and saw the flame disappear in just a second. But it was perfect to tap lightly against the counter, his fingers needed something to do and he knew it wasn’t good to get addicted of such small things, to not be able to sit still without doing anything and relax, always going on and on. To distract himself from that thought he emptied the scotch glass and put it back, he knew it had gone a little bit too fast to drink it all up, but now he had to deal with it. ’’Another one please.’’ [/color] Aidan asked when the bartender walked past him and pushed the glass a bit further away. Promising himself that the next one would go down a lot slower and that he would learn himself to relax. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 530
LYRICS HEDFUC by FAKE?
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES Ello, hope you don’t mind ^^
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0. |
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Post by Aristotle Luna Williams on May 2, 2011 17:47:16 GMT -5
The girl didn't get it. The man just completely ignored her ass. She rolled her eyes and shot down the rest of her drink. She then saw that he was messing with his ring finger. Recently divorced perhaps? Maybe that's why he was so bitter. She blew her hair out of her face and ended up pulling out her iPod anyways. She just turned it back to her jazz music, to Stolen Moments. When the guy asked for another drink, Vince dropped off a note to her. She tilted her head to the side and Vince took her empty glass as well. She opened the note and began to read it, Ari- If you don't get this guy to be happy, you owe me a drink.
She folded the note up and put it in her pocket. She took out the lighter and began to play with it. She came up with her best ideas when she was playing with fire. She stared at it and began to make it dance a little bit. When Vince brought her and the guy sitting next to him back their drinks, Vince started to play tough guy. "Can you please not play with your lighter?" he asked. When he did that, that's when things began to get interesting. She rolled her eyes and refused to put the lighter away. Vince just walked away, cleaning a glass out.
She began to drink her drink, slower this time. She messed with her shirt, pulling it down because her undershirt was riding up a little bit. She gave up trying to perk this guy up and just kind of went back to her own world. Tried to think of something subtle to do, but couldn't think of anything to do. She just shrugged it off and took care of herself.
OUTFIT; Click
TAG; Aidan
MUSE; that was GOD AWFUL. i am soooo sorry.
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 3, 2011 11:19:40 GMT -5
Break it, smash it, fuck it, so destructive and I like it
Cause it's all a game to me
------------------------------------------------------------- Aidan wasn’t quite o sure how he felt about the company right next to him, he just wanted to be alone after a long day and having some girl invade his personal space wasn’t exactly his favorite thing. If she thought she would get lucky with him then, well she was really wrong about the matter of far too many reasons and not just that he wanted to be alone at the moment. He thanked the man behind the counter as he got his second drink, just letting his fingertips touch the glass. It was just a bit damp, and if he could he would add some ice into it, but he wasn’t going to be much of a bother since the bartender seemingly didn’t like him that much anyway.
He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly when he heard the man tell the girl right next to him to stop playing around with her lighter, seemingly he had missed himself doing that. He took a small sip, and then snatched his lighter from the counter to slide it in his pocket to his coat. If he couldn’t play with it then he might as well put it away in case the temptation was getting to big. He didn’t know if the guy just had something against pointless playing with lighters or if it was against pyrokinetics. Either way, Aidan wasn’t eager to find out anyway, the only thing it told him was that he probably didn’t offer any lighters at all for sale, leaving him with his crappy blue Bic.
The truck drivers had decided to ignore his previous request and were back to glaring and whispering about him, leaving him sigh heavily and once more count backwards in his mind. The bitterness level in his mood going up to the point where he even could taste it in his mouth, really wanting to tell them to fuck of. The only thing that stopped him was the bartender who didn’t seem happy with him there, he still had too much of his drink left to risk it and get kicked out in the process. ’’Mind, your, own, business.’’ [/color] he mouthed silently and looked back to the truck drivers, smirking bitterly even if he was sure they didn’t hear him. At least it made him feel better. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 386
LYRICS HEDFUC by FAKE?
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES No worries :3
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