Noemi Lafayette
Ex-Princess
Posts: 485
Registered: 10-24-2004
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Mood: malicious
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Living Room
<Being a self-centered sort of person, Noemi didn't know how long from two in the morning it took for her brother and his whatever sleeping in the
bed with him to wake up. All the same, she let herself in - they hadn't changed the wards from the last time someone invaded their home and had no
particularly complicated lock spells - and left her luggage by the door. The rest of her, Noemi hiked up onto the living room couch, knees bent,
elbows bent, and fingernails digging deep ruts into the bits of scalp between her hair. Regardless of what Tristan may have thought, it took longer
than a few moments to let the idea that he was sleeping with some disgusting child-fucker set in. In fact, several hours was more the appropriate span
of time to occupy space in their living room with the dog sniffing at her, whining at her, and finally, laying beside her until dawn while Noemi's
eyes remained pinned to a stretch of carpet.>
Noemi Lafayette; Insane in the Membrane
As a human life is easy
There's nothing wrong
As a human life is easy
Absolutely nothing wrong
Do not feel guilty
Be quiet
Don't scream and shout
Stand still
Make life run as smoothly as possible
Always come when called
Expect good manners
Be friendly, confident, and socially acceptable
once again played by katii ;D
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Nicholas Sparrow
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| posted on 6-17-2010 at 09:19 AM |
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<Nicholas' internal alarms worked about as well as any other parent's. If for some reason their alarm didn't go off when it was time to get up and
get the kids ready for school, as long as he hadn't taken anything too strong the night before, he was almost guaranteed to wake up within half an
hour of the appropriate time without that alarm. And if not him, then probably Chance.>
<Unfortunately, just because the summer months kicked in, this didn't mean that that little alarm would automatically shut off and let him sleep
until some sticky little kid hand started smacking him in the face or the maid's shouting carried up the stairs. The kids had been home for vacation
for two weeks now, but when he didn't take strong enough pain meds the night before, Nicholas woke up anywhere between 6 and 8AM and could
not get back to sleep. Like this morning - around seven, he rolled over, woke up, and no matter how he fidgeted couldn't get back to
sleep.>
<That explained why he was downstairs in just his shorts, frozen just at the bottom of the steps, so godawful early in the morning. But there was
an unidentified body on their couch, his wand was upstairs and the closet with all those Muggle defenses was on the other side of the house. Not only
that, but the level of medication beginning its slow work through his system was enough to take down a small horse. Maybe a Shetland pony. But anyway,
his reaction times with a wand or even rusty wandless magic would have been shit. And for fuck's sake, he was still half asleep.>
...what the hell are you doing?
<Logical way to break the ice, obviously.>
(LOL HOW DO I WROTE POST )
Nicholas Sparrow - Death Eater
You think I haven't changed
I admit I must look the same
But I have been pushing my luck
I'm in trouble...
You try to make up a line
But you can't think of one
But I have been jumping the gun
I'm in trouble... divide
Something's under my skin
Divide and conquer, there's something under my skin/
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, get on your knees
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, do as I please
So get up, get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you.
danatella
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Noemi Lafayette
Ex-Princess
Posts: 485
Registered: 10-24-2004
Member Is Offline
Mood: malicious
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| posted on 6-17-2010 at 01:02 PM |
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<Miles - because in Noemi's head, time was measured with units of distance - before Nicholas even opened up his mouth to go asking her what the
fuck she was doing infesting his couch with bitter germs and whatever it was unwelcome lesbians caught, she was uppity as hell about the point of a
question like that. The words 'offended' and 'audacity' came to mind, but smothered under the larger indignation that the much smaller, much thinnner
without his clothing Nicholas Sparrow couldn't comprehend the chain of events that got her to sitting there. He was scrawny. Noemi inclined her head
and frowned over at him, mentally piecing together why-oh-why her recollection of Nicholas, whenever he rudely inserted himself into a thought here or
there, was so much bulkier than the stringy little kid standing at the foot of the stairs. Was that drugged up thing trying to protect its domain?
Because if she remembered right, her brother had complained here or there recently about people just waltzing on into their home without the
appropriate permissions - not that she needed any. As far as Noemi was concerned, her genes made her more of a welcome and well-adjusted member of
this family than the kids were.>
Do you have some kind of eating disorder.
<Shrink him down a few more inches and he might have made a good addition to the back of a church collections request card: 'Take up this here poor
thing, give to those less fortunate.' Instead of elaborating, Noemi sniffed and turned back to face whatever it was she'd been looking at beforehand.
It turned out to be a cabinet.>
I am sitting on your couch and thinking about using your shower now that, by proxy, I've fucked you.
( oh god ikr. )
Noemi Lafayette; Insane in the Membrane
As a human life is easy
There's nothing wrong
As a human life is easy
Absolutely nothing wrong
Do not feel guilty
Be quiet
Don't scream and shout
Stand still
Make life run as smoothly as possible
Always come when called
Expect good manners
Be friendly, confident, and socially acceptable
once again played by katii ;D
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Nicholas Sparrow
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| posted on 6-24-2010 at 03:27 AM |
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<Well this was just an entirely unwelcome mindfuck of a surprise this early in the goddamn morning. Nicholas stopped for a moment, almost sure
he'd said that out loud, then continued on into the living room. To make sure this was really Noemi, of course, even if that completely pointless
question and reply to his did a pretty damn good job of assuring him that this really was Chance's sister, not someone wearing her skin. And yes, he
could think of one person in particular just crazy enough to want to dress himself up as Noemi. ...that wasn't really fair though. Take away the
crazy, and Noemi really wasn't all that unattractive.>
What? No. I've been sick.
<Nicholas crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly self conscious and very aware of just how much of himself was on display here. Last they were
in a room together, no one got spit on or threatened. She sat on him after he complimented her dress, if he remembered correctly. Probably didn't,
but anyway, Nicholas wasn't about to kick Noemi out, even if they hadn't always gotten along.>
...shower's upstairs. There's one in the guest room you can use. What do you mean?
Nicholas Sparrow - Death Eater
You think I haven't changed
I admit I must look the same
But I have been pushing my luck
I'm in trouble...
You try to make up a line
But you can't think of one
But I have been jumping the gun
I'm in trouble... divide
Something's under my skin
Divide and conquer, there's something under my skin/
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, get on your knees
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, do as I please
So get up, get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you.
danatella
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Noemi Lafayette
Ex-Princess
Posts: 485
Registered: 10-24-2004
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Mood: malicious
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| posted on 7-1-2010 at 12:05 AM |
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With AIDS?
<Noemi's delicate, narrow neck pulled back in disgust and displayed the body language equivalent of, 'I knew Chance liked barebacking, but not
that much.' Because, you know, after a blow like the one she'd suffered, social etiquette sensors that already misbehaved tended to
malfunction more than usual. And in this case, more meant constantly and in a way that was more crippled than Nicholas had been the day after his
slumber party with 'that metamorph fuck,' as she knew him, and his dear old dad.>
I mean my husband admitted to sitting on your father's dick, which is probably still covered in child excrement. I'm too disgusted to touch anything
in our house. Neither of you seem like you'd participate in anything that depraved, so I'm taking yours. Think about it while you choke down
your breakfast. Oh wait, you'll be on morphine..
<While Noemi had never dabbled in drugs the way her male half had, she was a little jealous. Sighed about it, too, twirling a few strands of hair
around one finger and peering over the tops of her knees.>
I know where it is. I've been through here. Extensively. While you were sleeping.
<She twisted her head around to rest the side of one cheek against those same knees, smiling in a way that wasn't a little deranged over towards
Nicholas.>
Probably should have told you guys about how easy it was to get in here. Maybe then you wouldn't be all..wobbly when you walk. If we can call it
walking.
Noemi Lafayette; Insane in the Membrane
As a human life is easy
There's nothing wrong
As a human life is easy
Absolutely nothing wrong
Do not feel guilty
Be quiet
Don't scream and shout
Stand still
Make life run as smoothly as possible
Always come when called
Expect good manners
Be friendly, confident, and socially acceptable
once again played by katii ;D
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Nicholas Sparrow
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| posted on 7-18-2010 at 10:27 AM |
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<Oh yes, that was Noemi. No doubt in his mind now, thanks to that unfailing class of hers.>
No. Somebody set me on fire. Good times.
<May as well say that and keep it simple. AIDs would have been much slower predator anyway. Nothing-Jame was quick on his feet, faster with his
hands and mouth and son of a bitch, he didn't want to go right back into this shit all over again. How was it that she could crawl right on into his
head like that in just a few short sentences. But speaking of things crawling- his skin would have done just that if it could. Should have seen this
one coming.>
<But hell, at least she found an overly effective way to break his concentration. Had to refocus real quick too, concentrate instead on looking as
neutral but slightly surprised as possible. If that combination was possible at all. Losing a limb or two this early in the morning if she found out
he already knew about that particular sideshow didn't sound like a good way to start the day.>
He hasn't been after children since I grew up. Not really. Tristan mightve sucked my brother off him, but he's legal now. Can't say you didn't
contract something from that, but at least it wasn't underaged leftovers he was wiping off his lip. Bad enough as it is.
<There, have that mental picture for making him want to get right back upstairs and pay a visit to the multicolored wonderland in the medicine
cabinet. And for bringing up tired shit that would keep him up at night were it not for that goodnight dose and the warm thing still up there in bed.
But enough disastrous attempts at improving her mood. Nicholas sighed and started for the kitchen. Leave it to Noemi to make him uncomfortable in his
own home.>
You got it backwards. When that kid broke in here, he went after Chance, not me. You want anything? I can make you some kinda breakfast while you're
in the shower if you're hungry.
Nicholas Sparrow - Death Eater
You think I haven't changed
I admit I must look the same
But I have been pushing my luck
I'm in trouble...
You try to make up a line
But you can't think of one
But I have been jumping the gun
I'm in trouble... divide
Something's under my skin
Divide and conquer, there's something under my skin/
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, get on your knees
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, do as I please
So get up, get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you.
danatella
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Noemi Lafayette
Ex-Princess
Posts: 485
Registered: 10-24-2004
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Mood: malicious
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| posted on 7-25-2010 at 01:57 AM |
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You don't look hairy enough to catch easily.
<Excuse her while she counted her lucky stars for getting that out before Nicholas effectively shut down any more of Noemi's colorful humor from
leaking out. Without moving her face or its ironed-on impression of blank awe, her arms moved independently from the rest of her body to dig a
cigarette out of the purse resting against their couch. The whole movement was about as jerky and awkward as it got, and frankly, you'd have to
forgive her. Noemi still managed to light it before she could scoot up and incline her head further to listen, like a dog cocking its head to the side
because it'd heard its name. Or some equally stupid, benign comparison.>
<But first, an explanation for Noemi's ongoing shock and surprise at this fucking anomally of a human being in front of her: she and her brother
usually met once a month to compare notes. Never in public because of the possibility of a very loud, very explosive fight, always in broad daylight
at someone's home while no one else was around. Most people who knew them had been purposely led to believe that their relationship was still as
volatile as it had been several years ago when she'd thrown her infamous tantrum over summer at their Sicilian estate and left Chance with that ugly
dragged-nail scar across his chest. There was a variety of reasons for that, the most obvious being that it spared both of them the trouble of being
asked to spy on one another and report the other's activities to whichever family branch stood to benefit from knowing what they were up to at any
given time. Now, rewind to that horrible Silvertongue party where Nicholas accidentally arrived early and Noemi traipsed in without her escort, and
they'd had that lovely exchange with child molestation references, spitting, and all kinds of other bullshit - oh, the earful Chance got. How
dare his stupid prick of a boyfriend act like some big bad martyr saving his sister from unwanted touching, what a disgusting lie to pull out of thin
air for the sake of winning an argument when, obviously, someone had clued him in to what had gone on between Noemi and her own father
growing up. Her brother sat there ten kinds of calm while she went on and on about what kind of horrible little shit dug crap like that up in public
and tried to make himself look good. The Nicholas Sparrow she knew of by reputation just wasn't capable of donating a single fucking braincell to the
wellbeing of anyone other than himself, especially not a little sister who, by all rights, seemed to avoid him at all costs. Who would go out of their
way to deliberately distance themselves from someone who had taken such an enormous bullet for them? Who? And when Noemi was all finished
being shrill and indignant, Chance politely informed her that everything Nicholas had said was absolutely true; that he had endured the brunt of a
childhood that no one should ever have to go through, let alone casually discuss at a fucking party of all places, all so that Atienne
wouldn't have to deal with the piece of shit daddy she'd been unlucky enough to get stuck with.>
<And Noemi looked exactly like she did now, after Chance said all that - speechless and not a little ashamed. He didn't usually lie to her, but he
had in the more recent version of events. According to him, Nicholas had not only gone through the ordeal of being raped by something posing as his
cumdumpster of a baby brother, but that same metamorph had broken into their home and chained him to the bed while Chance was locked in a closet. The
ending was the same, Nicholas had saved them all through some..super-human feat of resourcefulness, but what refused to sink in was the fact that
Chance had been trying to spare her feelings by rearranging the names. Nicholas had no reason to lie about that. After what she'd been told about
Atienne, Noemi wouldn't suspect him of lying ever again thanks to a combination of what his actions said about his character and the fact that he had
no incentive to bullshit her. But she'd still gone red in the face out of frustration. Good for him, Noemi figured. This was the end of the line when
it came to the respect any Sparrow male would get from Lafayette in-laws.>
<All in all, that last remark took a good thirty seconds to process. Her brain was tired.>
A carrot would be fine. I'll use the master shower. Nothing anyone hasn't seen.
<And just for daring to fucking sleep in, someone was about to get traumatized. This was the same someone who would eventually take his sweet
fucking time getting down the stairs and trying to shove both of his eyeballs straight back into his brain the whole way.>
Noemi Lafayette; Insane in the Membrane
As a human life is easy
There's nothing wrong
As a human life is easy
Absolutely nothing wrong
Do not feel guilty
Be quiet
Don't scream and shout
Stand still
Make life run as smoothly as possible
Always come when called
Expect good manners
Be friendly, confident, and socially acceptable
once again played by katii ;D
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Nicholas Sparrow
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| posted on 8-9-2010 at 08:40 PM |
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I shave.
<Meaning that no, not every male member of the French population happened to be stereotypically hairy from head to toe knuckles. Some of their
women now, Nicholas might not argue that one. His aunt was growing mustaches before he'd even had the first awkward wet dream. Nicholas considered
himself on the par for a typical male his age normally, and on the par for a fifteen year old once he finished with the razor in the mornings, now
that he was allowed to handle one again. ...funny. Some day he might say that right out loud in a meeting just to see how many people would look at
his dad and shift uncomfortably.>
<Okay, okay, so that was stretching things slightly. He didn't wax his arms and legs or anything on strange burnt-orange guido level. Were guidos
even around at this point in time? I'm not sure, but I bet Chance and Nicholas knew about and them and probably knew a few if they were.>
<...pain pills were a hell of a drug. Too bad there just weren't enough of them available in the house to make him capable of holding a
conversation with this woman without flinching. Now was she asking about a carrot as food or a shower partner? ...shit, morphene drip and coffee for
breakfast, please.>
Look, there's a clean bathrobe on the back of the door up there. Do me and Chance a favor and put that on if you get the urge to wander around
without clothes on.
Nicholas Sparrow - Death Eater
You think I haven't changed
I admit I must look the same
But I have been pushing my luck
I'm in trouble...
You try to make up a line
But you can't think of one
But I have been jumping the gun
I'm in trouble... divide
Something's under my skin
Divide and conquer, there's something under my skin/
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, get on your knees
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, do as I please
So get up, get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you.
danatella
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Chance Lafayette
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| posted on 8-19-2010 at 12:57 AM |
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Snitch. I told her you were the one who got screwed, and now she's in a bad mood.
<Living with Chance guaranteed that the unlucky roomie, sibling, or fiance figured out early on that he had an obsessive little morning routine. It
usually included rolling over and sleepily sticking his face between Nicholas' legs for fifteen minutes or so, getting up, pissing, showering,
shaving, brushing his teeth, doing mirror face for a lot longer than the average self-absorbed male, and getting dressed. That kind of thing usually
got shot to hell when, on his way to lean over the toilet all half-awake and barely there, he caught a glimpse of something that looked like a
jellyfish with an alien head pressed against the shower door. Chance made the unfortunate mistake of leaning over and squinting at it, one hand still
bracing himself against the bathroom door jamb, until he figured out that the sea creature thing was actually his sister's vagina pushed up against
glass looking the same way a seven year old's mouth would on a bus window. Luckily, vagina lacked such expression. But oh, that was all wrong. That
was six ways from Sunday fucked up. Chance made a noise that sounded a lot like a cat trying to pass a hairball, because this early in
the morning? He just could not fucking imagine Nicholas letting Noemi in long enough to take her clothes off and dance all the way upstairs into
their bedroom. Now that they were trauma-buddies, did that mean they'd kissed each other on the cheek and exchanged sincere pleasantries in the foyer?
Gross. He liked it better when the two of them were spitting at each other.>
<Of course, Chance could have always kept his mouth shut about Captain Molestation Martyr. But see, that would have been downright immoral, kind of
like doing heroin behind Nicholas' back, playing a guessing game with him to figure out which half brother he'd accidentally sperminated, blackmailing
a werewolf teenager into screwing him for keeping his secret and then turning that same kid into the Ministry anyway, shit like that. God,
outside of getting Death Eaters and stray ex-Aurors to spill about their top secret sabotage plans by any means necessary, - and so what if Chance had
fun with the total lack of a Geneva Convention in their torture sessions? - he had really mellowed out. And Jesus, he was cranky. Weekends meant there
was no one to waterboard unless an emergency call came in, and they rarely did; nobody enjoyed Chance's particular brand of vicious if he'd been
interrupted on a day off. Remember Arkady's advice about making sure that Nicholas had a switch and flipping the fuck out of it? He had one too, and
it was all about creating a distinct line between home and the workplace.>
<Now that he was downstairs, though, Chance was busy reclining shirtless against a counter and regarding the birdy - much, much nicer to
look at than what had recently been burned into his brain - with the lack of comprehension that came with being barely awake and not a morning
person.>
What the fuck is that doing up there? <Without any tiny ears around to pick up bad words, his usual language censors could relax.> Don't tell me
it knows what your dad does on the side. Did you make coffee? I know you're still sort of crippled, I thought I'd ask anyway.
<With a brief kiss on the cheek to soften that up, Nicholas couldn't swat him in the face for being an AM dick. Well, not on solid moral ground,
anyway.>
How's creepy cougar grandpa doing, anyway?
Chance Lafayette - DE Interrogation Unit
"Like the naked lead the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time, there's nothing here, but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Every me and every you."
Like the rain, this too shall pass
Like a kidney stone, this too shall pass
It's just a broken heart, son,
This pain will pass away
"mother nature's a whore,"
said the shotgun to the head;
sono Katii just bought a .22 and is goin' chris huntin'
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Nicholas Sparrow
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Goddamn, you're such a gentleman in the morning.
<Yes, that was a coffee pot in his hand, meaning yes, he was slowly but surely working on putting breakfast together for people. The only thing
out on the counter just yet was a single plate with one lonely carrot on it. That was the first thing he put out when he got to the kitchen, but it
kept bothering him every time he glanced at it, so the plate moved on over to the very edge of the counter, out of his direct line of vision. Creepy
fucking carrot. Anyway, the rest of breakfast was still in the refrigerator, waiting on Nicholas to hurry the fuck up with the coffee. It just took
longer now because he was busy staring at Chance, nose wrinkled, while sorting out just which part of that required answering first. The coffee part?
Made unnecessary just by shoving the pot onto the burner and flipping a switch.>
That is up there in our shower because creepy cougar grandpa is still boning your brother-in-law but apparently with a little less
discretion. She's such a charming conversationalist. You two sure as fuck have a lot in common this early in the morning.
I don't know. Evidently he's still alive and still wasting time sticking his third leg in places it doesn't belong. And before you ask, no, I haven't
seen Jame lately either.
<Right, because that next-to-last part completely related to him. Nicholas didn't want to think or talk about either of them.
<i>Grandpa</i> could just go right on into the background like a dirty secret, one of those relatives the family has but is always
uncomfortable talking about when the invitations to the Christmas party start going out. Jame too. That wouldn't leave much of a family for the kids
to grow up with - just Chance's mother, Noemi and Sophie, Rowan, and maybe Arkady or Atienne- but Nicholas wasn't about to start trusting Jame, even
if he spent a year in rehab and straightened his shit out. Wouldn't happen, not totally.>
<Fucking awkward. Did he have to apologize to Noemi now? Sorry my dad spends his nights ruining your husbands lower intestine? You should at
least feel better knowing that if he gets that every night, by age thirty his farts will stop making a sound and it'll be like having a hamster loose
in the house? Oh yeah. That ought to cheer her right up. Just leave it to him to be the bright ray of fucking sunshine in the house. Now where did
the bacon get to...>
( this is so everywhere and stupid lol. )
Nicholas Sparrow - Death Eater
You think I haven't changed
I admit I must look the same
But I have been pushing my luck
I'm in trouble...
You try to make up a line
But you can't think of one
But I have been jumping the gun
I'm in trouble... divide
Something's under my skin
Divide and conquer, there's something under my skin/
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, get on your knees
I'm the fuckin' king of the world, do as I please
So get up, get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you.
danatella
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Chance Lafayette
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| posted on 8-20-2010 at 12:20 AM |
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Hey, that beast was mad enough to leave a pussy print on our shower door, and I got the live show. I'm traumatized again. Tell Mrs. Kovak she
needs to bring one of those squeegee things and some bleach with her today.
<Trauma, in Chance's mind, excused a lot of behavior. Beer with his orange juice this morning, for instance. See, a few months after he'd moved
into Nicholas' apartment, Chance invented his very own drinking game. Any time someone brought up Jame without context like 'Guess who I found on the
bar floor last night covered in condom wrappers and beer nuts?' to pad it, he had to shoot something back. In his head, the liquor tide swept away the
tiny imaginary-Jame that haunted him and drowned it in stomach acid.>
We don't even know if Jame's alive. Last I saw, and it wasn't from a first person point of view if you know what I mean, Jame got dry fucked, the shit
beaten out of him, and a bottle of pills stuffed down his throat. Think about it, there isn't anybody who would run and tell us if the little guy had
passed on. He wouldn't be in the papers.
<Whether or not Chance was aware he was blatantly admitting it through body language and that oddly dry, detatched rendition of what he'd seen in
Nothing's head, the idea of Jame dying his shitty death curled up on the carpet in a bedroom stuffed full of his worst and most wonderful memories
made his stomach clench violently. Wasn't it so sad? Couldn't he could just picture that worn out, used-to-be-perfect face of Jame's twisted in pain,
leaking foamy vomit from nose and mouth while no one in the entire world gave a shit except for Chance, and to some degree, Nicholas? Something about
that being the big fat period on the end of Jame's sad life irritated him.>
It's just so stupid. I mean, <And he sure did mean it, slamming that juice glass down with a little more emphasis than necessary.> he goes on
and on - well, went on and on about how awful we were and how mean we are and shit like that, but he'll sleep in the same house as a creep who rapes
him and tries to kill him for talking after his kneecap's been blown off. And then he gets taken away from the place a couple of times, but he wanders
back like some lost, abused puppy. He hates us because we treat him like an actual person with thoughts and feelings, and we're the only ones who
still do. How fucking backwards is that? That kid really gets the meaning of..whatever it is, of biting the hand that feeds him. He's like Judas
with more self-respect and a pulse. I hope he isn't dead.
It really says something about your parents. The half brother that shot out of Gerrolt's load is a walking fucking disaster, and then Arkady fucks
your mum and out comes a completely rational little girl.
<Now wait just a second. With his back towards Nicholas, Chance quit pouring juice into his beer and frowned off to one side - he remembered that,
right? The post-Nothing, morphine loaded talk about how one of these things is not like the other, and therefore Atienne was actually the happy result
of Arkady randomly mounting Nicholas' mother one cold and lonely night? There was something about armies, dust bunnies, staying out of other peoples'
heads, and Chance had worked so hard making everything simple and easy to digest by using his fingers and taking Nicholas through it. Verbal fiber.
Well, if he didn't, there was..that.>
<And a random carrot alone on a plate.>
..Listen, birdy, you don't need to lose any more weight, you look fantastic. If you want a carrot, have the carrot, but can I make you some eggs or
something to go with it?
( oh my god the chancerust. and no, it was a goldmine of lols )
Chance Lafayette - DE Interrogation Unit
"Like the naked lead the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time, there's nothing here, but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Every me and every you."
Like the rain, this too shall pass
Like a kidney stone, this too shall pass
It's just a broken heart, son,
This pain will pass away
"mother nature's a whore,"
said the shotgun to the head;
sono Katii just bought a .22 and is goin' chris huntin'
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