Blind Faith: Before the End
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				Title: <strong>Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:40:35</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 18:01:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Time</strong>: 2 - 7 years before the plague<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><br>Michael wasn't born blind, though not many people these days knew that. His vision was lost suddenly and without warning the day he turned ten years old. Fate didn't much care for the time and effort Mrs. Sandalphon had put into planning her son's birthday party, turning events so it would never occur. In fact, after that day, he would miss six birthday's.<br><br>Dusk still coated the outside world in a scattering of gold and grey when the screaming started. The heart rending pain in the sound woke even the neighbors and within moments the police had been called. Michael's parents had been jolted from their sleep, but quickly realized the source of the scream - their son. Panic set in and both were down the hall in moments to protect their baby from whatever bastard was hurting him. Except there was nothing to protect him <em>from</em>. At least nothing tangible.<br><br>Laying on his space ship and rockets bedspread in his cowboys and indians pajamas, the youngest Sandalphon stared at the ceiling and screamed as bloody tears coursed their way down his cheeks. There appeared to be no reason for it. The boy was whole, had no fever, and there was no one in the room. And yet, he continued to emit a sound that suggested his very soul was under attack. Distraught by their son's agony, but helplessness to do anything but watch, Mr. and Mrs. Sandalphon may have spent a good hour just trying to get Michael to respond to them, or to stop screaming. The distant sounds of sirens were lost on them, but the harsh pounding against, then shattering of their front door wasn't. The police had arrived and, assuming someone was in eminent danger, charged in with shouts of "Police, no body move!"<br><br>When the arrived at the Michael's bedroom, the police were shocked by the scene they stumbled in on. There was no assault taking place, no murder, no one being tortured. A boy, crying tears of blood, cradled in his mother's arms as she too sobbed and begged him to tell her what was wrong. The father staring blankly as he leaned on the wall, lost in his failure to protect his family. They called an ambulance and sent mother and son to the hospital, though by then Michael had screamed himself hoarse. Those who saw him after wondered how they could be more disturbed by the exhalations of air that were recognizable as the boy's continued attempts to scream than by the scream itself.<br><br>At the hospital, the doctors had no choice but to sedate the hysterical, bleeding child and hope that when he awoke it would be over. It wasn't. The children's wing was rocked early in the morning of the next day by the boy's agonized screams, though they faded quickly as his damaged vocal cords gave out yet again. The doctors were unable to find a cause and promptly labed Michael as mental, unstable and hopeless. He would never be normal again.<br><br>Michael's parents refused to believe it and paid good money to doctors in a private hospital to try to fix what was wrong with their son. Eventually, they claimed some success, though it had nothing to do with anything they had done. On his thirteenth birthday, as the drugs wore off, Michael opened his eyes and a scream pierced the room. The nurse it came from promptly covered her mouth in shame, but everyone was feeling some measure of unease. The child's blue eyes were a kaleidoscopic of shattered pieces, like someone had literally shattered the "mirror to the soul" that they were said to be.<br><br>Despite this new development, Michael didn't wake further. It was no longer required that he be medicated, however, since he no longer screamed or wept blood. The young man was catatonic, whatever horrors he had seen having forced his young mind to lock itself away. The doctors said there was a chance he would come out of it, but they weren't hopeful. Michael's parents finally decided to move on, though they never stopped paying for the best medicine money could offer. <br><br>Little known to them, Michael watched them as they had another child and he saw the pain that his return to their lives would cause, the guilt and shame that they had given up on him. So, when he finally woke from his catatonia, Michael didn't go home. The hospital he was in didn't even notice as the blind sixteen year old walked out of his room, stole a change of clothes, and simply left the grounds. He knew this too would hurt them and it hurt <em>him </em>never have a chance to meet his little brother, but it seemed the best of his options. The baby wouldn't live past his fourth year, even if Michael went to get him, and his parents wouldn't last another two. Pain from his disappearance would leave his parents in a few months and they would be able to be relatively happy for the rest of their short lives. This was better for them and he, well, Michael had a mission.<br><br>Over the last three years, Michael had been learning to cope with the overwhelming sensations and visions that assaulted his every sense. For a time, he was insane, but had come back from that madness once a chance journey down a pathway in time lead Michael to the only way to stop <em>him</em>. The image, of the black eyed, self-proclaimed King of Chicago and the future he would create had been what snapped his sanity. If <em>he</em> wasn't stopped, there would be nothing left of this world but terror and pain and death. Humanity would survive, but as a pale ghost of itself and everywhere Michael went showed him the same bleak end. There seemed no way to stop it, until by chance Michael's visions had shown him the clean, peaceful fort-like home in southern California where <em>hope </em>would be brought back to the world. A place he could have a real life and where the young men and women had a real chance to stop <em>him</em>. <br><br>Fighting with all he had, Michael had clawed his way out of the blackness that had become his mind and learned to sort the visions so they weren't so painful, so debilitating. Always, he held fast to that shining light, to the people he could see there. His hope, his strength, and the only chance the world had. From there would come a cure, from there would come reason and <em>peace</em>, but it was so fragile. Fate had not decreed it <em>would be</em>, only that it <em>might</em> be, but Michael knew his mind wouldn't be able to cope with its loss. And thus came his mission, to save himself by saving them and in turn, saving the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:29:43</strong>
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				(http://blackchristiannews.com/news/black%20teacher.jpg)<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; No One<br><br><strong>"All right Elizabeth, out with it.&nbsp; What's on your mind, kiddo?"</strong>&nbsp; Mr. Golden sat behind his desk and gave Elizabeth an encouraging look.&nbsp; After school tutoring had been over for fifteen minutes and she'd been stretching out a math problem for longer than that, feigning not understanding it.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time the cheerleader had been in his room after school, and he'd gotten to know her pretty well.&nbsp; Well enough to read her moods and know when she wanted to talk about something that didn't have an X in it.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth carefully laid her pencil down beside her notebook, then fiddled with getting it aligned just so.&nbsp; Without looking up, she answered.&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Golden?&nbsp; Why are kids so mean to each other?&nbsp; I mean, there's enough people in our lives trying to drag us down, so why do we do it to each other?"</strong>&nbsp; She brushed an errant bit of bangs out of her eyes and looked over at him.<br><strong><br>"Who's picking on you?"</strong> he asked with a frown.<br><br><strong>"No one.&nbsp; I mean, it's not me.&nbsp; Not exactly,"</strong> she answered.<br><br><strong>"Precision, Elizabeth.&nbsp; Precision.&nbsp; What do I say about it?"</strong><br><br>She sighed, but answered.&nbsp; <strong>"Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life."<br><br>"And who said it?"&nbsp; <br><br>"Hugo Victor."<br><br>"Victor Hugo,"</strong> he corrected.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you think he meant by it, Elizabeth?"</strong><br><br>She stalled by picking up her pencil and poking at the spring holding the pages of her spiral together.&nbsp; Mr. Golden waited with his well known patience.&nbsp; He never got mad, never yelled or punished the class.&nbsp; If he was disappointed in you and gave you that teacher look, you felt so little you resolved never to do it again.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't think sloppily?"</strong><br><strong><br>"No, Elizabeth.&nbsp; Decision in life.&nbsp; Make your answer an answer, not a question.&nbsp; Try again."<br><br>"Don't think sloppily,"</strong> she repeated, this time not letting her voice end on a tentative up note.&nbsp; <strong>"Get to the point without needless drama, don't think sloppily, make up your mind and stick to it."<br><br>"Not bad,"</strong> he allowed, sitting back a little in his chair.&nbsp; <strong>"So do it, child.&nbsp; Do it."<br><br>"Yes, sir." </strong> Elizabeth.&nbsp; <strong>"Some of the squad are picking on another girl.&nbsp; I don't like it, but I don't feel like I can do anything about it.&nbsp; They're just so mean.&nbsp; It's dumb.&nbsp; So, maybe she like girls more than boys.&nbsp; It's not like that makes her a bad person, right?" </strong> She looked for him to nod before continuing.&nbsp; <strong>"She stood up to them, not like, fists or anything, but she stood up to them."<br><br>"But you didn't,"</strong> he stated.<br><br>Elizabeth stared at him, amazed.&nbsp; How did he always know stuff like that?&nbsp; <strong>"How did you-"<br><br>"Teacher magic,"</strong> he said, interrupting her.&nbsp; <strong>"What would Kant say you should have done?"<br><br>"Who can't have done what?"<br><br>"Kant, not can't.&nbsp; Good Lord, do you children never read?"</strong>&nbsp; Mr. Golden shook his head, but not in a bad way.&nbsp; <strong>"It's not your fault.&nbsp; It's this damnable curriculum we have now with all the testing.&nbsp; He's a philosopher.&nbsp; You'll study him in college.&nbsp; Let me think about how to phrase this."</strong>&nbsp; He steepled his hands together and looked at the ceiling for a minute.&nbsp; <strong>"Was their behavior wrong?"<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>"And was she right to stand up against it?"<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>"If the behavior had been directed against another person, not your friend, would it still have been wrong?"<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; I mean, yes,"</strong> she corrected when he looked down from the ceiling and fixed her with a gaze.&nbsp; Mr. Golden hated sloppiness in everything.<br><br><strong>"So any person would have been wronged by it,"</strong> he concluded for the both of them.&nbsp; <strong>"If any person would be wronged, the behavior is categorically wrong and should not be tolerated.&nbsp; You had a duty to stand up for her.&nbsp; An imperative Kant called it.&nbsp; Why didn't you?"</strong><br><br>Elizabeth squirmed and resumed picking at the edge of her spiral.&nbsp; Mr. Golden waited, then when it became clear he stood up and walked over in front of her.&nbsp; His hand, large and warm, descended atop hers and held it still.&nbsp; <strong>"Elizabeth, why didn't you stand up for your friend?"<br><br>"I was scared,"</strong> she said in almost a whisper, looking down.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded, though she couldn't see it. His hand squeezed hers, then released it.&nbsp; He went back and sat behind his desk then wrote something on a piece of paper.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you for being honest, Elizabeth.&nbsp; Inaction through fear and inaction through indifference lead to tragic results.&nbsp; I want you to take this to synagogue and ask your rabbi about this man and what he said and why it's important to you."</strong>&nbsp; He placed the note on the edge of his desk.&nbsp; <strong>"Go on now, Elizabeth.&nbsp; I have some marking to do." </strong> Mr. Golden pulled out a stack of quizzes and began to grade them, pen moving in precise strokes that left bloody grades behind.<br><br>After gathering her things, Elizabeth picked up the piece of paper and read the name; Martin Niemöller.&nbsp; It didn't mean anything to her.&nbsp; She hesitated, then quickly went around Mr. Golden's desk and hugged him from the side.&nbsp; He smelled faintly of dry erase markers, his cologne and the heavy but pleasant scent of a fit man in his prime.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks Mr. Golden," </strong>she said and then hurried out.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 01:05:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena had been at the bar early that night, her fake ID in tow and booze flowing freely. Her father had past out early that night and she didn't mind taking a little cash and going to drink till she couldn't feel anymore. The young woman had gotten into a well set habit. But at this point she no longer cared. Like father like daughter she supposed. Maybe what her teachers said was true after all. But her thoughts weren't thinking about that at the moment. No they were on the drink that was currently in her hand. She was on her 6th mug of beer topping off a number of shots. Her body was starting to tingle and her mind no longer cared. <br><br>At the bar the few people that had collected around her, a great many of them men. Not doubt hoping to get lucky once she was done drinking her fill. They egged her on, <strong>"Drink...drink...drink.</strong>' they chanted as she worked at downing the glass of beer in her hand racing the man beside her. It wasn't every day you saw a woman that could out drink most men. Maybe her father had given her something after all? <br><br>As she finished Elena slammed her glass on the counter several seconds before the other man even got finished. A short cheer went on and she looked to the chump next to her. "<strong>Better luck next time, oh and that means you pay for the next few rounds doesn't it.</strong>"she smiled and laughed. <strong>"Fuck you, only reason you won was because your a whore with no gag reflex."</strong>the man cursed back at her. Clearly not liking the fact she had upstaged him twice already. <strong>"Aww you just hating that you'll never get to know yourself. No pay up and stop being a sore loser."</strong> Elena said already debating another drink.&nbsp; <strong>"Fucking bitch."</strong>he said under his breath and tossed some money on the bar. Elena rolled her eyes and waved the bartender down for another. Not realizing or really caring how angry the man really was over the whole thing. Not at the moment her hips swayed to the music that filled the biker bar, and the alcohol coursed through her veins. And that was all she cared about at the moment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 02:54:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Random NPC, Elena<br><br>Jack, meanwhile, came to this dive bar for one real reason: Pool. Sure, he drank a bottle of beer, blended in, but never had more than he could handle.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the guy he was playing against was half-tanked, and screwing up left and right. Jack felt kind of bad for taking advantage of the drunk, tonight, like he did many nights, but hey, maybe they'll stop drinking when they're out of money; and that sober period will show them where it is they're fucking up.<br><br>He was able to get in without being hassled or needing a fake ID, simply because he was familiar with the owner; a member of the local chapter of Hell's Angels, whom Jack was putting much thought into officially joining. As bad of a rep as they get for a few rotten apples, he knew them to mostly be good men.<br><br>As he waited for his opponent to fiddle, fumble, and fail his shot, his attention briefly turned to the bar, drawn by the chanting. It was disgusting. But, if they wanted to kill themselves the slow way, who was he to judge? Their was already too much of everyone in the world, and not nearly enough of everything, and... wait a second. Didn't he recognize that girl? <br><br>He did not like the few words of the conversation over there he could make out; mostly the big dude being surly. It triggered a red flag in Jack's mind; drunks that are angry are likely to start fights, or do something else in an attempt to victimize whatever it is they're angry at. And with the way that girl is drinking, he seriously doubted that she'd be able to fend for herself for much longer.<br><br><strong>"Hey, your move, bro." </strong> <strong>"Yeah, sorry. I'm goin'."</strong> He looks at the lay out on the table, and lines his shot up, sinking the six ball in a corner pocket, while the man he was playing with drunkenly comments <strong>"She has a nice ass, huh?" </strong> <strong>"Why d'ya think I was distracted?"</strong> And the two laughed at that, though only one of them truly was enjoying it. <br><br>Jack had, a long, long time ago, learned how to blend in, when it suited him. And for now, it did.&nbsp; Shots were traded back and forth on the game, the sound of the cue sticks hitting the round orbs on the table blending in with the music, and a few other games going on.&nbsp; A small amount of money was clearly sitting on the bank of their table, pinned underneath an empty bottle of beer.<br><br>Soon, the man he was competing against was cursing and hollerin', but more so sad than angry at his lost. <strong>"You might want to call it a night, man." </strong> <strong>"Yeah, prob'ly right, Jack. Next time, though, I'm anglin' to get that money back." </strong> As the pool player wandered off in a sullen state, Jack collected the money--fifty in total-- and slid it into the pocket of his pants. <br><br>In a good week, he made about two hundred bucks a week playing pool. It was nice, helped him to get the things he needed and wanted.&nbsp; But for now, he was calling it quits for the night.&nbsp; He didn't want to get greedy.<br><br>Retiring back to the bar, he made small talk with the bar tender, while nursing the bottle of beer, and occasionally watching Elena, making sure she was alright. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 03:30:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena was well on her way to wasted as time passed by. Her 'friends' around her never thought to tell her to slow down. It always seemed she could handle her liquor. Her body was tingling and she embraced the numbness that spread through her system. Her hands playing along her form every once and a while. Simply enjoying the way it felt, and the men around her certainly enjoyed the show. She didn't notice the man from earlier watching her from time to time. Or had any idea on what he was planning for her. <br><br>She teased and flirted her way to several more drinks. The shots burned and warmed her body to the point that she had to take off her jacket. The tank top clung to her hot skin. Giving a teasing image of the body that lay beneath it. Her eyes wondered the bar from time to time and saw someone she actually knew. Well at least sort off, the hot biker that brought his rig to the shop from time to time. She had worked on it every time he showed up. Jack was his name if she remembered correctly. Elena remembered the thoughts that came to her mind the first time she had ever seen him. And they only made her body tingle more. Shaking her head she turned away from him before she did something she would regret. Ordering another drink she fished through her pockets for more money. Elena didn't need or want to bring anyone into the mess that was her life. No matter how much the urge to walk over and talk to him poked at her. <br><br>Groaning Elena realized she was out of money. But that didn't last long as the guy from before walked up and smacked some cash on the counter. Looking at the rough looking guy she smirked as if she could care less what he was thinking. Or how intimidating he seemed to everyone else. <strong>"What you want to lose again?"</strong> she asked but took the drink anyway. <strong>"No I just want to make sure you get your fill."</strong> he said giving her a crocked and slimy smile. She took a step back and shrugged,&nbsp; <strong>"OK your money. Thanks Bud."</strong> she said and waved him off. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed,&nbsp; <strong>"You shouldn't be that way towards me babe. You'll live to regret it.</strong>'he said in a low tone. Elena simply laughed and pulled her wrist free. Stumbled a bit but caught herself, <strong>"Not likely.</strong>' she said and turned away from him. <br><br>The man whom others knew as Mark growled but turned and walked away from her and out the bar. She laughed a bit and drank her beer down. Her body swayed a bit and even as she went to get a refill the bartender cut her off. Pouting lightly Elena shrugged it off and grabbed her jacket. She wasn't going to fight it when she was already feeling perfectly numb. Waving and saying goodbye to the people she had been hanging out with. Elena walked out towards the parking lot. Fully intending on getting on her bike and driving home despite her intoxicated state. <br><br>But as she headed down the dark parking lot towards her bike. Elena suddenly felt hands on her body, hands that jerked her body back and tossed it towards an ally by the bar. A serious of curses escaped her lips as she hit the ground with a thud. Her whole body felt jarred form the sudden impact with the asphalt. Looking up she saw Mark standing above her. Groaning Elena stood, <strong>"Damn it man I'm too tired to play with you. Go the fuck away."</strong> she said brushing her body off a bit. He growled and grabbed her and slammed her against the brick wall. "I'm done playing you little slut." he said and forced his lips against hers. Her hands pushed against the man’s chest but he didn't budge. And in her drunken state she couldn't muster any more strength. When he finally broke the kiss she smacked him. "<strong>Fuck you."</strong> she barked back struggling against his grip. He laughed and started to rip at her jeans with one hand, as his other arm pinned her against the wall. "<strong>No I'm going to fuck you. You owe me that much you little bitch."</strong> he said as he struggled to get her jeans off while she struggled. Fear started to grip her and she tried to call out but was cut off with a punch to the gut.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 03:49:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Random NPC, Elena<br><br>As time went on, he was pretty certain that Elena had marked him for who he was, but he was not entirely sure. But, he didn't seem to budge from his quiet little spot, nor did he do much interacting with anybody else.<br><br>By the time she was getting up and going, he had already settled his tab with the bar tender, and he casually stood up, and zipped up his jacket. He had been wearing the biker armor the entire time, the air conditioning in the place making it tolerable. He never took it off when he was here, because brawls broke out far too often for his liking, and when he was around, he was an impromptu bouncer for the guy that ran the joint.<br><br>He grabbed his helmet off of the bar next to him, and put it on; he didn't lower the visor until he was outside. As it was night, he only lowered the clear, outer visor, not the darker, inner one, which worked much like sun glasses.<br><br>He followed the girl, actually intending to try and stop her from riding home, as she seemed far too intoxicated to handle the drive. He was not entirely unsurprised when Mark showed up, looking for trouble; bikers were a passionate kind of people, and, at least from Jack's view point, easily upset, and driven to violence.<br><br>He saw her disappear down the alley, not of her own will, but still, his pace did not entirely quicken. He didn't want to give away his approach; though perhaps, he would later discover, he should have.<br><br>By the time he got into the alley, he saw the punch go right into her gut, and that sent him right off the deep end. Jack came up behind the man, and yanked him none-too-gently away from Elena, and before Mark could even get out a '<strong>what the hell',</strong> he found a punch going straight into his jaw.<br><br>Now, here's the thing. Jack is wearing biker gloves. They are thin leather with plastic and metal elements, including thick metal knuckle guards. His punch was all knuckle; and the weighted glove, combined with those thin metal plates, and Jack's own strength actually dislocated Mark's jaw.<br><br>As the man fell to the ground, Jack gave him a good, sharp kick in the right knee with his steel-toed workman boot, and spat out his words with burning venom. <strong>"If I ever see you again, doing this to <span class="bbc_u">anyone</span>, I am going to rip your balls off and force feed you them. You got me?" </strong><br><br>But, the words fell on deaf ears. A combination of head trauma and alcohol saw fit to knock Mark into unconsciousness, with, hopefully, no recollection of the evening. Checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive--and he was-- Jack then turned his attention to the 'damsel in distress'.<br><br><strong>"Hey, how bad is it?"</strong> He turned to look at the girl, but kept his distance from her; considering what she just went through, he didn't want to risk provoking her. And when he spoke to her, despite the white-hot burning anger of his words earlier, he now spoke with a soothing coolness and calm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:15:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena struggled to breath, her whole body ached from being tossed around and punched. And she now had a bad taste in her mouth from Mark shoving his tongue down her throat. She tried to protest, tried to push against him but nothing worked. The man seemed dead set on having his way. Part of her wanted to cry but she refused, she didn't want this ass whole to get more then he already was. No matter what he thought about her, Elena was a virgin. And this wasn't what she wanted for her fist time. Hell this wasn't what she wanted ever, no woman would. In her mind she tried to find a way to get away from him. If she could only get a real breath in Elena thought she could scream loud enough to get someones attention. <br><br>Thankfully she didn't have to keep trying. Suddenly Mark's body was pulled away from hers. And her body slid down the wall she had been slammed against. Looking up her fuzzing gaze fell upon a man dressed in all black attacking Mark. Serves him right, the bastard deserved what he got.&nbsp; Trying to push up the wall and failing she could only watch as the man in black knocked Mark out cold. Blinking she tried to clear her vision and figure out who had come to her rescue. The voice sounded familiar, but she was to shaken and drunk to place it. Her hand came up to her head and she groaned. <strong>"My whole body aches and it's hard to breath."</strong>she said trying to push to her feet once more. <strong>"I'll live...always do.</strong>"she said softly barely getting to her feet. <strong>"I just need to get home."</strong> she said looking to the man in front of her. She squinted and studied the face before her, <strong>"Jack?"</strong> she asked her head still fuzzy and unsure of what it saw. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:31:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Random NPC, Elena<br><strong><br>"Well, I'm glad to hear that." </strong> He said with a thin, almost sad, smile. He was glad that she was--relatively speaking--alright, but still... the whole situation seemed horrible, to him. He chews on his bottom lip, as she ends up placing him.<br><br>With a nod of his head, he confirmed who he was. <strong>"Yeah, that's me. My place is only two blocks away from here... I can take you back there, if you want, or take you back to your place. I don't think you should be driving."</strong><br><br>Their was a part of him that drove him, basically commanded him, to make sure she was alright, and she got somewhere safe&nbsp; in a safe and expeditious manner. On the other hand, he knew it wasn't his place to go shoving help onto those who may not need it. While she is left to debate what she wants to do, he steps back a bit, and looks over Mark's body again. He couldn't stand people like him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:43:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena leaned against the wall as he spoke, her head pounding. If it was going to explode she really wished it would just do so. It would put an end to&nbsp; a great many thing she could no longer deal with. She had no idea what he wanted from her. But at this point Elena wasn't really sure she cared. Swallowing int lump in her throat Elena shook her head.<strong> "My dad wouldn't be happy seeing me come home with some random guy."</strong>she said and pushed from the wall. Her legs felt like they weighed a ton and ever step was straining her body. <br><br><strong>"And I don't go to strangers homes. Bad for business or something."</strong>she tried to laugh but ended up groaning as her chest protested. her stomach turned and told she was going to be feeling it all that much more in the morning. She started to walk towards her bike, but her legs swayed and suddenly gave. Her knees buckled and she fell towards the ground once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:50:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br>Well, if she thought she could make it... then, really, who was he to stop her? She had a valid point. Going home with someone she didn't really know wouldn't seem like a good idea after what Mark did to her, and he could appreciate the concern about her father; though it did make him wonder about something. <br><br>Those thoughts, however, would need to wait for another time. He saw her knees give way, and she collapsed to the ground; so needless to say, he moved on over to her, and reached down to help her back up to her feet. <strong>"I think that kind of proves the point. You want me to call you a cab, then? Or an ambulance?"</strong> He would offer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena's hands gripped at the strong arms that picked her up. Her body leaned against Jack's and her head rested on his chest for a moment. She tried to catch her breath for a moment. Suddenly realizing getting home was not going to be easy in the least. When Mark spoke she looked up suddenly. <strong>"No...No ambulance please. No doctors."</strong>she shook her head knowing that would probably only end badly. She groaned and shook her head, <strong>"I'm just so tired...and need a sec to think.</strong>' Elena admitted it was clear that she was only standing because he was holding her up.&nbsp; And clearly drunk beyond a point of being able to make any real clear or good choices for herself. <strong>"I think I need to lay down."</strong> she said simply wanting the world to stop spinning long enough for her to get off the ride she had apparently gotten on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 20:54:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"C'mon, then, I'll take you somewhere safe."</strong> He shifted around a bit, and slowly picked her up into his arms; he could feel just how unsteady she was. She was light, and he was strong enough to easily carry her.&nbsp; He figured that would be easier on her than having her walk.<br><br>He didn't want to take her on his bike, as he could not think of a way that would be safe for them both. So instead, he opts to just hoof it, long legs taking large strides, covering ground quickly without actually moving all that fast. <strong>"You need to lay off the booze, Elena.&nbsp; It's not going to end well for you if you keep it up."</strong> He spoke matter of factly; he was not really chastising her, or judging her. He seemed, perhaps, a bit worried, and it would be a lie to say he was not. <br><br>Of course, he knew she was likely to be too sauced to really listen; or, even if she could, she may very well not remember it later on. But, he could always repeat himself again later on, once she was sober, if he needed to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 21:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Her body was light and limp enough to be scooped up rather easily. Her head rested against his shoulder, and her arms just curled up against her. One of her hands gripped his jacket lightly. <strong>"Where we going?"</strong> she asked her words slightly slurred. <br><br>She tried to look and see where he was taking her but it only made her head spin. She groaned and hide her face against his body. <strong>"they help, it's better then...stuff."</strong>she said not really in any sort of mind set to explain. <strong>"you don't know, It's...just better."</strong>she said looking up at him. Seeing how the light hit his helmet she smiled softly. One hand coming up to touch the hard shiny surface. <strong>"My knight in shiny armor.</strong>'she laughed lightly as a soft smile game to her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 22:17:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"Alcohol makes you forget you have problems. But, they're always there. What'll make you feel better is actually dealing with the problems. Then they'll be gone for good. And you can't do that if you're not sober."</strong> He tried to sound like he wasn't lecturing her, but honestly, he kind of was. With a firm, yet gentle, voice, which was full of compassionate warmth.<br><br>He laughed a bit when she called him a knight in shiny armor, genuine and kind of care free.&nbsp; He shifted her in his grip lightly, doing his best not to disturb her too much, so that one of his hands could dip into his pocket, and take out his keys; but he kept her braced against his body, so that she would not be in danger of falling.<br><br>He was soon approaching the door to his place, and, through some manner of luck or extreme deftness--perhaps a bit of both-- managed to get the key in, twist the knob, and open it without losing the girl. <strong>"Careful, stairs incoming." </strong> He would warn.<br><br>A few moments later, when they were in the complex proper, he was climbing up a set of stairs, once more holding her in both hands.&nbsp; Their were two dozen of them exactly, and then they were back to walking steadily, on even ground.<br><br>Another brief switch around saw her still pressed against his body as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Carrying her in, he would deposit her on the loveseat close by the door, laying her out gently, before going back to the door, removing his keys from it, shutting it, and locking it.<br><br>Inside, their was some light on, but it was fairly dim; a good thing for Elena.&nbsp; <strong>"This is my place. You can sleep the booze off here."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena listened to him but she shook her head slowly against his shoulder. <strong>"Can't make it go away when it's a person. It's not that easy."</strong>she said shivering a bit she seemed to curl up in his arms. Content to stay there till he made her do otherwise. <br><br>She didn't even seem to respond to being shifted about a bit. Her hand only softly gripped his jacket once more. As if she were holding onto him afraid she'd be let go. Angel didn't seem to say much more. Her eyes barely open as he laid her on the couch. She curled up, her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around her body. Her breathing calm as her eyes closed the rest of the way. His voice barely heard she nodded, <strong>"Ok.</strong>"Elena said softly before sleep took hold and she past out could on his love seat. There was no waking her at the moment, and she no doubt sleep soundly the rest of the night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 14:27:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br>He would sit and watch her, not out of any sort of creepiness, but purely concern. Eventually, sleep claimed here, and he waited for a few minutes more, before slowly moving into the kitchen. He got out two cold bottles of water, and he placed one of them down on the coffee table, figuring she may wake up thirsty in the night, and wanting it.<br><br>He also went into the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, and got down two extra strength Bayer aspirin, which he placed near to the water bottle on the coffee table; she was likely to need it.<br><br>Afterwards, he retired to his room to catch some sleep. Come morning, he'd be up before the sun, showering, and then, working on breakfast; the smell of which is likely what wakes her up.<br><br>The small kitchen was visible from her spot on the couch, with nothing more than a waist-high counter separating the two rooms. He was making scrambled eggs, sausage, and home fries; enough for the both of them.&nbsp; He wasn't certain if she would like said food, or even be hungry, but he figured he'd be a gracious host. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 17:20:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tom Baker<br><strong>Time</strong>:various times<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: various NPC's [anyone who may be interested in forging a connection to Tom, PM me if you like and we could work it out]<br><br>&lt;reserved&gt;<br>[will get back to this later, but as said in tagged, if you want any relation to tom in their past and whatnot, we can talk about it in PMs!]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:09:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jessica Johnson <br><strong>Time</strong>: Few Months before the end<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Nobody<br><br><strong>You are that Ice Queen bitch aren't you? why don't you leave us alone so we can continue to teach this nerd a lesson</strong> Brock one of the school nerds smirked as Jessy stood between him and the bullied. Him smirked and slapped the face of Jessy which didn't made her move much except from moving her head to the side thanks to the force of the hit. <strong>So you really show no emotion huh bitch? what if I raped the hell out of you?</strong> He grinned pinning her to the wall and grabbing her breasts with a lot of force.<br><br>Jessica said nothing as she was pushed against the wall, he looked at him and smirked at his comment about the rape <strong>go right ahead and rape me, I don't care</strong>. She looked at him seriously and yawned, <strong>Are you done yet?</strong>. Smiling she then step on the foot of the person and kicked him on his nuts before looking at him fall down to the floor. <strong>Bah, bullies like you are the ones that deserve to be raped, you are the people that give a bad name to big men like you</strong> she shook her head and noticed the bullied kid already left. Picking up her stuff she began walking to her next class while fixing her shirt.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she walked over to her next class and then the next class ignoring everybody that tried to talk to her. Right at that moment she wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. Finally after getting out of the school she got on her small car and drove back to her house. She did had a small car in purpose, she didn't want anybody to be focusing on the money her parents had. Walking tot he firing range with a sniper rifle she set it up on the wooden desk and removed her shirt and uniform leaving herself in only her underwear. She was thankful that her parents were still working so she could shoot alone and even naked if she wanted to.<br><br>Looking in the small barrel she focused her site on the center of the bulls eye and shot the first shot, then the second and third. The three shots landed near the center of the bullseye but the first landed straight on the middle. She smirked and stretched her back, shooting at the range was something that always relaxed her, she could see the bully instead of the bulls eye and the middle of his legs as the bulls eye.&nbsp; Smirking she stretched her back and shoulders again and picked up the sniper rifle with her uniform and took it down to the basement that served as her room and then through the back room where she kept the guns that belonged to her. Placing the sniper where it belonged she tossed the dirty uniform in the dirty basket and then walked back to her room and jumped on the couch turning on the tv.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:24:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena spent the night barely moving, her body far to sluggish to do much anything. Though during the night her nightmares would hit and she'd seem to struggle against an unknown attacker. At some point she jerked awake, groaning as he head spun from suddenly sitting up. She was still drunk and not really aware of where she was. Seeing the water and pills Elena took them not really thinking anything strange about it at the time. Slowly she would lay back down and pass back out. Snuggling close to one of the pillows on the couch. <br><br>As morning came she started to stir as the smells of food filled the air. She heard someone cooking and for a moment Elena thought that it might be her father. But once she opened her eyes she realized it wasn't true. Sitting up slowly Elena looked around her confused at what she saw. Looking over she saw a man cooking breakfast. She groaned and covered her face, <strong>"Oh no."</strong>she said thinking the worst of herself. Looking to the small kitchen forced her body to stand. She felt like day old shit, and needed a shower desperately. But first she had to find out what had happened and find out if she owed a huge apology to some random guy. Elena didn't even remember if something happened. Oddly enough all she remembered was a man in black and feeling like she was floating. Slowly she walked over to the kitchen area, <strong>"Umm hello...."</strong> Elena said have no clue who it was till she got closer. Looking him over it took a moment but then his name came to her. <strong>"Jack?</strong>"she asked if she were seeing something that wasn't there. How the hell did she end up at his place? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 00:33:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Time:</strong> About a year and a half ago. Before she moved to Texas.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one. <br><br>Madelyn was snapped back to reality as she felt light pressure on her arm. Alice, a feisty redhead in an unironed Catholic school uniform, was looking worried and had reached across the small booth to nudge her. She voiced her concerns with a pouted lip. <strong>"Still not feeling well? You didn't answer my question..." <br></strong><br><strong>"Oh I'm sorry. My head hurts. What was it?"</strong> Maddy winced. She got migraines from time to time and this one was especially rare in it's severity. Sometimes, she was sure the headaches came as warnings when something bad was about to happen.<br><br><strong>"I wanted to see your notes for the test tomorrow? Since I skipped class today. Sister Mary Helen isn't going to be happy with me tomorrow."</strong> She put a finger to her cheek. <strong>"Wait... You skipped too, didn't you?"</strong><br><br>Madelyn was slightly cross with her. <strong>"Yeah, but I was actually sick." </strong><br><br>Alice gave her a a wide eyed sheepish grin and patted Maddy's arm. <strong>"Aww. All you need is Mama Alice to take care of you! You finish your tea. And I know you have someone's notes... You're always prepared like that." </strong><br><br>With a sigh, Madelyn relented and handed her a copy of the notes with a warning. <strong>"Now these are Nathan's notes, so they won't be as good as mine - and you better copy them quick. Nathan will be here to walk us home soon. " </strong><br><br>Alice nodded and got to copying the information down. Madelyn took a sip of the chamomile tea that Alice had ordered for her and leaned back in the booth, drawing her knees up to her chest. She was the type that didn't really need to study to earn passing grades. Granted if she really applied herself she'd be a straight A student, but she was more than satisfied to get steady B's and the occasional C with less effort. <br><br>Nathan worked at the bookstore next door two nights a week. His was over in less than ten minutes. They'd lived next door to each other forever, but finally started dating at the start of last year after he'd passed all the ridiculous challenges her older brothers kept giving him. Still it was better than them beating him up. Alice on the other hand had moved into the house across the street in seventh grade and they'd been best friends since. <br><br>When Nathan finally showed up Madelyn missed the derisive glare Alice gave him. The rebellious redhead kept her feelings in check and wouldn't even reveal to Madelyn that she was secretly jealous of Nathan. In fact, Alice had only just begun to contemplate coming out to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The walk home was uneventful until they reached the top of their street. Madelyn's headache reached new levels of uncomfortable and she bent over in pain. Both Alice and Nathan were instantly at her side and kept her from falling over completely. "Something's wrong." Were the only words she could form for a good minute and a half. As quickly as it had begun, the pain subsided and her cellphone began to ring. It was her Father calling to tell her to get home as soon as possible. His voice was hoarse. <br><br>When she got home, she noticed her father's bloodshot eyes as he pulled her into a hug. "Honey, your Aunt Deena just called. My brother... Your Uncle Robbie. He had an accident. He... Didn't make it." Madelyn squeezed her father tight as her own tears began to flow. Her headache was completely gone. Sometimes, she was quite sure they came as warnings. <br><br>(edit: no content change, just fixed some typos)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 07:25:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br>The kitchen was far from spacious, it was, in fact, very spartan in design; but that was okay. This place was good for its price, and really, the kitchen was just big enough for him.<br><br>Out on the counter are two plates, which already have toast on them. It was as she approach that he was busily using a spatula to distribute the scrambled eggs out onto each plate, about two eggs worth each. <strong>"Yeah, it's Jack."</strong> He said. He was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved, red t-shirt. <strong>"How're you doing? Hungry?" </strong><br><br>He talked as he worked, quickly sticking the pot under running water, and filling it. He'd leave it in the sink to soak. He then went back to the stove, and got off another pan, smaller than the last, and pushes three thin, turkey sausage links, out onto each plate. This pan, too, ends up filled with water and soaking in the sink, along with the spatula. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 07:52:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br><br>Elena walked over over to the small kitchen area, her hand rubbing her head. The throbbing her head a familiar ache, one of these days her head was going to explode. Elena was starting wish it would just hurry up and do it. Taking a breath she tried to remember anything from the night before. Her whole body hurt, <strong>"You cooked?"</strong>she asked actually thinking it was sweet. Even if she wasn't sure if her body would let her eat. <strong>"I'm not sure, honestly I'm trying to figure out what truck hit me."</strong>she said looking him over. She was used to seeing him in his riding gear. It was strange to see Jake in such casual wear. <br><br>Even as strange as that was Elena was more concerned on how she ended up at his place. She didn't even know where he lived. Looking about her Elena realized she was really at his mercy. Part of her hope that nothing happened. The fact that she was still dressed hopefully meant that they hadn't slept together. Elena didn't want to end up being that woman. The sloppy drunk a man took home to fuck and give cab fair to in the morning. Her right hand came up and rubbed the back of her neck. <strong>"Umm...I ah..."</strong>she sighed and closed her eyes. Her hand coming down and rubbing he midsection. It felt like she had been beat with a ton of bricks. <br><strong><br>"What happened last night?"</strong> she asked giving away the fact she didn't remember much of the night. Honestly she wasn't sure if Jake would even tell her the truth. He never seemed like the type of guy to lie, and she kept feeling like he was an good guy. Looking up to his eyes, something about them seemed so familiar. Looking down at the food she rubbed her stomach, not sure if her stomach would end up liking her very much. But she honestly couldn't remember the last time she ate a real meal. <strong>"Smells good.</strong>"she said softly unsure what to do in the situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 12:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>Daddy Goetz had long ago retreated upstairs.&nbsp; Mommy Goetz made an appearance from time to time, but even those were growing more infrequent as the night wore on.&nbsp; It was the summer before Elizabeth's and Vivian's senior year and they were playing big sisters to the freshmen cheer squad at Elizabeth's house.&nbsp; Mommy Goetz had men come in and take all the furniture out of the enormous formal dining room and store it out in the driveway in one of those metal pod things.&nbsp; Sleeping bags, blow-up mattresses, cheer bags and overnight cases and hair bows and random bits of clothing both daytime and pyjamas were strewn across the battlefield of a teenage girls-only sleepover.&nbsp; The fish were really scared about the upcoming year, but it was the delicious scare in your tummy of looking forward to what you knew would be something amazing but weren't really sure you were ready for.&nbsp; When she was just a fish too, Elizabeth had gone to a similar sleepover at a varsity girl's house and it had really been great.&nbsp; <br><br>They'd talked about everything, eaten anything ending in the word -ocolate or -cream, and were generally giggly and happy and goofy.&nbsp; Daddy Goetz had retreated when he'd walked in with the pizza and the shrieks of a dozen girls wearing everything from panties and t-shirts to full-on pyjamas drove him out.&nbsp; <br><br>As seniors, it was up to Elizabeth and Vivian to sort of oversee things.&nbsp; They'd already had to settle a couple of silly disputes and drag a few girls back whose feelings had gotten hurt.&nbsp; It was exhausting, but it was also fun.&nbsp; The freshman were just kids really, not at all grown up and sophisticated like she and Vivian who were practically in college already.&nbsp; Some of the fish were bigger than her though, but that was to be expected.&nbsp; ELizabeth was the flier, and all fliers were tiny.&nbsp; You never saw a chunky cheerleader being held up by anything except maybe her coach's pointy heel in her butt for eating too many Twinkies.<br><br>Elizabeth caught Vivian's eye and motioned with her head towards the hallway.&nbsp; She stepped out and walked through the house and upstairs to her own room where she flopped on her belly on the bed. <strong> "Oh my gosh, they are so loud," </strong>she told Vivian.&nbsp; <strong>"And so immature.&nbsp; Were we like that?" </strong> Elizabeth belatedly remembered Vivian hadn't been with her as a freshman.&nbsp; Her foster family before her current one had lived somewhere else, and Vivian was relatively new to McKinney.&nbsp; Well, even if she'd been somewhere else, she'd been a freshman at some point, right?&nbsp; It was hard to imagine though.&nbsp; Vivian was so mature, to together with things.<br><br><strong>"Come on, tell me what you were like as a fish.&nbsp; Be honest,"</strong> she said and grinned, then pulled a pillow to her and wadded it up before sticking it under her chest to raise her upper body off the bed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 14:03:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I did.&nbsp; I live alone, so it's one of the first things I taught myself."</strong> He would open up a drawer, taking out a fork, and passing it along to Elena. <strong>"Just eat what you want, I won't be offended, and don't want you sick. Salt and pepper shakers are on the coffee table. You should probably sit down." </strong><br><br><strong>"I think it was a keg, and not a truck, that hit you."</strong> He says with this slightly amused quality to his tone of voice. <strong>"You got really wasted. Some asshole tried to have his way with you in a back alley. I knocked him out, and took you back here, because you were in no shape to go anywhere on your own. I left you on the couch, with a bottle of water and extra strength aspirin, which I noticed was gone this morning, so you probably had that some time during the night."</strong><br><br><strong>"Speaking of water, drink more of it. It'll help flush out your system." </strong> He said as he got a bottle of water from the fridge, nice and cold, and, if she were in the kitchen, he would offer it to her; if she had already moved to the love seat, he would bring it over to her.<br><br><strong>"You really need to be more careful.&nbsp; I'm sure you have your reasons for drinking, but if you keep this up, something bad is going to happen to you."</strong> He was not, in any way, threatening her, but it just made sense. Last night, she was nearly raped; and if she keeps drinking like that, she'll be dealing with cirrhosis sooner or later, or likely getting into accidents, or... well... their's a hundred things that could go wrong.<br><br>He grabbed his plate of food, and moved to sit down on one of the two love seats he had. They were mismatched, and somewhat old and worn out, but well taken care of nonetheless. One was blue, one was red.&nbsp; He eats quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 17:20:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>The dark-skinned teen sighed to herself as well as she followed Elizabeth into her bedroom her exotic features cringed as another -shriek- emanates from downstairs. <strong>"You know, they -are- really, really loud."</strong> She agrees. A loose pair of grey jogging pants hung around her waist a white tank-top which stood out brightly against the dark brown of her skin finished out her own 'sleepwear'.<br><br>She was a slender young woman. Taller than most at a couple of inches shy of six feet. Though her lean form, slender limbs, and still rather small breasts all pointed to her being relatively light. Her arms did display an ever so slight amount of muscle tone to them, as did her hidden legs and core. She had to move quite a -lot- as a cheerleader herself.<br><br><strong>"You know..."</strong> she rolls over onto her back, her shoulder pressed against Elizabeth's as she turns her dark eyes towards the ceiling. <strong>"I didn't even -consider- joining a Cheer squad until I came here. My last school was rather big, and to even get into the Jay-Vee squad you had to have at least a D-cup." </strong>She could not help but laugh at that. <strong>"I suppose it was you who encouraged me to try out my Sophomore year. You were... nice to me, even when we first met and didn't even know each other."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 21:28:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena nodded took the fork and grabbed one of the plates. The one that looked like it had less on it; at least she hoped it was less. She thought it was really sweet, and he was right she should probably at least try and eat. Elena just hated wasting food. Walking over to the couch she had woken up on. "<strong>Thank you.</strong>" she said feeling silly as it was the only thing she could think to say to him at the moment. <br><br>She picked up the toast and started to nibble it. A soft smile came to her lips as he teased her about the keg and truck. "<strong>I probably drank enough for a keg.</strong>"she said but her smile faded as Jack told her what happened. She looked down unable to look him in the eye anymore. It was her own fault; she couldn't blame anyone else for picking up the glass. No matter how bad her dad or life got she was the one that did it. "<strong>Yeah when I woke up I didn't even realize I wasn't in my place. I stupidly thought my dad may have left it for me. Now I know I was messed up.</strong>"she said trying to laugh it off but she knew how pathetic it looked. <br><br>Elena suddenly wanted out of his place, not because he had done anything wrong. But because she was ashamed of herself. Ashamed that he had to come to her rescue and even put her up like he was. She looked up briefly as he handed her the water. She tried to say something but stopped not really sure what to say to him anymore. "<strong>Thank you.</strong>" she said softly yet again and looked back to her food. <br><br>Elena felt the urge to cry, he was right and she knew it. But he was also wrong; she had already been hurt by someone. But she wasn't going to put her problems on him. She had already taken enough, "<strong>Yeah your probably right</strong>." she said coughing lightly. Quickly she took her water and drank from it. Taking a deep breath she pushed her tears back and tried to keep herself collected. "<strong>I'm sorry you had to drag my drunk ass all the way back here.</strong>" she looked up and licked her lips as she thought. "<strong>Am I remembering wrong or did you carry me all the way back here?</strong>" she asked wondering if she was simply dreaming the whole thing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 02:55:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong> About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br>He smiled at her, thinly, yet warmly. Unlike many people in the world, he did not seem to be passing judgment over her. He just seemed to be glad that she was alright, and especially that she was putting some serious thought into what it is she's doing with her life.<br><br><strong>"I carried you back."</strong> He said with a nod of his head, pausing only to take a sip from his own bottle of water. <strong>"Don't worry about it, don't apologize to me for it. It was the right thing to do, and energy spent worrying over it is energy that can be spent fixing the problem."</strong><br><strong><br>"I don't mean to preach or anything, but if you ever want help, I don't mind putting myself out there, for a good cause. It's the right thing to do. And if you just need someone to talk to, I'm no psychologist, but I'm a good listener. And if you want to take a few swings at something, I have a punching bag in my room." </strong> After that last bit, he lets out a small laugh.<br><br>He finished off his breakfast pretty quickly, though he wasn't rushing; he just ate fast by default.&nbsp; He gets up and heads out to the kitchen to start doing the dishes, though he occasionally glances over at her, or over at his bookshelf.<br><br>If she were to follow his gaze to the bookshelf at any point, she might be surprised by the eclectic mix of things. Machiavelli's The Prince sat right next to Sun Tzu's Art of War, both of which were sandwiched between some some works by Lord Byron, Dunsani, Shakespeare, and Poe; a few books are about Zen Buddhism. Some science fiction and fantasy literature. Books on chemistry, and alchemy, of all things. The books all seemed to be ordered by first letter of the first word of the title.&nbsp; Several recipe books, too, including how to jerk meat, bake bread, and books on brewing your own alcohol, and mixing up your own soft drinks. <br><br>At one point, their is a small, lacquered wood incense holder, that still has a small nub of incense in&nbsp; it. Their were also several statuettes on the same shelf as the incense holder; Buddha, Guanyin, several other Boddhisattva's and Guan Yu. The statuettes look to be a bit on the pricey side, as they are made from some sort of red-colored lacquered wood.<br><br>Their's even a mask on the bookshelf, a simple affair made of painted porcelain, in the black and red checkered style of a harlequin. Their were also several small metal eggs, painted in beautiful, rich, vibrant colors, much in the way a Faberge Egg was made; though obviously, his were closer to baubles than the treasures the Faberge Eggs were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 03:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>Vivian's skin was warm, the heat spreading through her top and pants into Elizabeth's form.&nbsp; It was like laying next to someone with a fever, but without all the snot gargling and hacking.&nbsp; It was comforting, like when she was little and curled up in Daddy's lap when she didn't feel good.&nbsp; Elizabeth still did that on occasion, when she was really sick or sad or just having a really bad day.&nbsp; Mommy said she was too old for it, but Daddy never minded and always told Mommy to leave Elizabeth alone.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"D cups on JV?&nbsp; There's no way their squad didn't suck,"</strong> that was coming awfully close to the limit of what Elizabeth considered profanity.&nbsp; <strong>"Every time they did a back handspring, it would just be boobs everywhere, all flopping around and smacking them in the face."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth giggled at the image&nbsp; <strong>"They must have been some big bootied hooties.&nbsp; I'm glad you're not built like them.&nbsp; Can you imagine me coming down from a stunt and bouncing off you like that?&nbsp; Ouch!"</strong>&nbsp; She rubbed a hand over her own breasts in sympathetic imagined pain.&nbsp; Elizabeth was a few letters away from being a D.&nbsp; Heck, she was barely even in the alphabet.&nbsp; Elizabeth giggled again, and then rolled in place so her head was touching Vivian's, both of them looking up at the ceiling.&nbsp; She'd changed into a pair of plaid print boxer-style pyjama bottoms and wore a light purple cotton cami on top.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You know, when I first saw you I knew, just knew, we had to have you on the squad.&nbsp; You were like, I don't know.&nbsp; Okay, this sounds dumb, but you were like a sleek black leopard or something.&nbsp; You don't see it, Viv, but you walk like you know exactly what you're doing and people just feel it.&nbsp; Haven't you noticed how no one bumps into you in the halls?&nbsp; It's not because you're black, it's because they feel your inner cat." </strong> Elizabeth rolled up onto an arm, looking down at Vivian's face, and grinned.&nbsp; <strong>"Bet I can make you purr,"</strong> she said, then launched a tickle attack on Vivian's tummy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 03:40:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Oh she was not ticklish... At least that is what she told everyone... Because of the fact that she was in fact -very- ticklish! Abdominal muscles hidden by a white tank top strained for a second against the onslaught of tickling fingers. But there was no resistance. Both of her arms quickly come down to her abdomen, the tall, dark-skinned girl rolling away, body thrashing as she begins to laugh uncontrollably.<br><br><strong>"Nooo! I'll pee in your bed!"</strong> She announces as she curls up into a fetal position, trying in a rather futile gesture to protect her most ticklish portions, a loosing battle seeing as there was -little- of her body that was not ticklish in some way. Continuing to roll away from the tickle attack she bounds up wards, using the length and natural strength of her limbs to try and launch herself over the tickle assailant, though unfortunately for her her gymnastic ability does not take into account the springy nature of her friend's bed. The result... she manages to flop sideways, landing on top of her blond friend.<br><br><strong>"Oof!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 03:50:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena smiled softly and nodded, <strong>"Thank you. Hopefully I wasn't to handsy or bitchy to you. I don't remember much from last night so I'm hoping I didn't yell at your or cop a feel. “</strong>She said with a soft laugh. He seemed to really care, and didn't even mind he had to walk all the way to his place carrying her. He must have been exhausted when he got to his place. Elena wasn't heavy but still, he probably didn't live around the corner from the bar. <br><br><strong>"I don't need to be dragging you into my life. I really appreciate what you did. Believe me I do. But you don't want any part of what I am....trust me." </strong>she said trying to keep her smile up but it ended up fading. "<strong>The offer means a lot though. But I've already taken to much of your time and effort." </strong>she said not really sure how to thank him. How did one thank the man that not only dealt with her drunk, carried her all the way to his place, didn't take advantage hell he even saved her from being raped. <br><br>Elena's life was going down the drain and she knew it. Her father may had started her fall, but she was certainly making the rest of the trip herself. Jake seemed nice but she couldn't let him see how bad it was. Her eyes looked up at him as he washed the dishes. Looking away as he looked back to her. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought of her. Her eyes looking about his place she noticed a few things she didn't expect to see. Beyond the books he seemed to have a zen thing going on in his place. She had seen stuff like that but certainly not in any homes she had been in. There definitely seemed to be more to Jake then she first thought. <br><br>She ate her toast and bit of the other food before her stomach started to protest. Standing she brought the plate and fork over to him. <strong>"I guess I should go. I've already taken enough of your time. If you ever come by the shop again I'll give you a nice discount for the help. “</strong>she said pushing her hair back behind her ear. <strong>"Thank you...I mean it."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 03:59:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><strong><br>"Elizabeth!&nbsp; No roughhousing upstairs,"</strong> her mother's voice called from down the hallway.<br><br>A little winded from the sudden weight, but otherwise unharmed, Elizabeth couldn't reply.&nbsp; Vivian had her pinned to the bed, but it wasn't scary or anything.&nbsp; And, for all her height and the lean muscle she carried so prettily, Vivian wasn't that heavy.&nbsp; Not like a boy.&nbsp; She smelled better too.&nbsp; Elizabeth was visible as one leg sticking out, part of a hand and an untidy spray of white-blonde hair that looked even paler where it tickled at Vivian's dark skin.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Okay, Mommy!"</strong> she called out, sounded a little strange since she couldn't project her voice like in a cheer.&nbsp; Vivian on top was even warmer than Vivian beside her.&nbsp; It was like being snuggled down in a feather bed when her family vacationed in the mountains.&nbsp; Elizabeth smiled up at Vivian, seeing the upside down image of her face in the deep brown depths of the black girl's eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"You better not pee in my bed or on me," </strong>she warned, then giggled.&nbsp; <strong>"Like some of those powerlifter girls do at meets when they squat and pick up those super heavy weights.&nbsp; That's so gross."</strong><br><br>Elizabeth wiggled and freed both of her arms, then wrapped them around Vivian and hugged her tight.&nbsp; She drew her friend's head down to rest in her shoulder and just enjoyed the contact, friend to friend, girl to girl, black skin to white.&nbsp; <strong>"Love you, Viv."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 04:30:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Today was not the best day to wear a thin shirt... Well, it was until this moment. It was a fleeting thought. It had been some time since she herself had discovered her own sexuality, her own preferences as the guidance counselors would say. She... liked other girls, a few knew this, the woman she was -laying- atop of knew it. And even then she could not help but blush as she felt twin 'points' form pressing against the fabric of her tank top and no doubt against the splayed out friend that she had landed on.<br><br>Her own arms loop around the back of her blond counterpart, completing the embrace. <strong>"Love you too, Liz. You're like a sister, I mean a -real- sister."</strong> Leaning forward she allows her dark lips to -nearly- collide with the lips of the woman underneath her. Her emotions carrying her away for just a moment. <em>'What are you doing!?'</em> her mind screamed, and was heard just at the last moment as her head makes a last minute twist, the lips impacting with her friend's cheek, in a far more chaste contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 12:21:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong> About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"You didn't. Mostly, you stayed half asleep."</strong> In truth, his arms were sore when he woke up, but he worked through the pain; no real damage done, and he wasn't about to show weakness to anyone, not even her. It was a trained response&nbsp; for him, to always have a strong facade up, no matter what.<br><br><strong>"I trust that you believe that is the case. However, you don't really know me that well. In the end, it's your decision, though. The offer will stay open." </strong> If he thought anything bad of her, it certainly didn't show. In fact, not too much showed through with him. <br><br>He accepted the plate from her, and was quick to clean it off, dry it, and put it away. <strong>"You're welcome. And thank you, for the discount."</strong> He's not going to refuse that, he never turns down a good deal. He balances his beliefs with practicality like that. <br><br><strong>"Stay safe, alright?"</strong> He was quiet for a moment, then thought to offer. <strong>"Since I left my bike back at the bar, too, you want to give me a moment to grab my gear, and I'll walk us back there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 13:49:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>Vivian was cold, which was weird considering it was late July.&nbsp; Elizabeth could feel it against her chest, two nubbly bumps pressing against her.&nbsp; Maybe she should ask Mommy to turn the air conditioning down, or get Vivian a sweater?&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I wish you were my sister,"</strong> she told Vivian.&nbsp; <strong>"I always wanted one growing up.&nbsp; We would have had so much fun together."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth turned her head to kiss Vivian's cheek in return and hugged her tighter.<br><br><strong>"Lizzy and Vivvy sitting in a tree!&nbsp; K I S S I N G!&nbsp; First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!"</strong>&nbsp; The schoolyard chant came from the mouths of two of the fish who'd wandered upstairs to see where the older girls had gone.&nbsp; They stood in the doorway, grinning like a couple of silly fools, then started giggling at the look on Elizabeth's and Vivian's faces.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth squirmed out from underneath Vivian and looked first at the girls, then at her friend.&nbsp; <strong>"You know what we have to do, right?"</strong>&nbsp; She handed Vivian one of the pillows on her bed, and took another for herself.&nbsp; <strong>"On three.&nbsp; Three!" </strong>she yelled suddenly, not giving the freshman a chance to retreat.&nbsp; Shrieking like a banshee, Elizabeth ran at the freshmen and began pelting them with her pillow, then started chasing them down the hallway and stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 15:58:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Time:</strong> Just before she moved to Texas.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one. <br><br>It was a hot evening in early July. Even the suburbs were feeling this heatwave. Madelyn lay next to Nathan in the hammock in his backyard like so many nights before. She suddenly felt a headache coming on, but tried to ignore it. The smell of fresh cut grass tickled her nose and made her sneeze. From outside the fence, Alice's voice responded. "Bless you."<br><br>Nathan groaned. "What is she doing here?" He often spoke to Alice in a teasing tone like this, and she gave it right back to him.<br><br>Alice grabbed a lawnchair from the porch, plopped it down in front of the hammock and sat down. "Hey, Jagoff. Nice to see you too. For your info, I was invited." She said with a grin.&nbsp;<br><br>Maddy gave Nathan a playful smack as she climbed out of the hammock. "Both yinz sha-up. I told her to come by. I wanted to talk to you guys." She moved a chair for herself over to the hammock, so she could see both of them in the fading dusk. The seriousness of the last phrase had piqued their interest. She might as well just get it out. "I've decided to go with my Dad to Texas. We're leaving in a week."<br><br>Nathan jumped out of the hammock, more upset than she'd ever seen him. "What do you mean you're going with him? I thought you were going to ask him to stay with Alice and her family to finish highschool here! What happened to that!? Whatever. You should probably know I won't waste my time waiting for you."<br><br>Madelyn was shocked and distraight at his reaction and tears welled up in her eyes. Her headache reached its peak as she tried to explain. "I...I didn't even ask him. I couldn't. He's my dad, I can't let him go out to Texas alone. What if something happened to him. He's a lot older than your Dad, and he needs me. My God. It's only a year... I've given you every part of me... EVERY PART... and you..." She tried very hard not to cry. Her headache vanished by the time she was done speaking.<br><br>Now Alice was angry. She walked over and cocked her fist back and let it rip right into his eyesocket. "Jesus, Nate. Isn't this hard enough on her?! Fuck you! I'm not keeping your secret anymore either."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mood music: Between the Lines by Sarah Bareilles</div><div class="spoiler_body"> "Between the Lines" - Sara Bareilles (lyrics) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8e45WHIduM#ws) </div></div><br>Madelyn watched as her world unraveled just a little bit. It was too much and the tears flowed freely. Deep down, she already knew what Alice was talking about. She'd suspected for a while and she finally said the name. "Ashley Franco."<br><br>Nathan held his eye but made no move to retaliate. His gaze was only on the ground now. He was a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Guilty as sin. He quietly repeated the words. "Yeah. Ashley Franco." His earlier blow up had been an attempt to spare her the real details about why he wanted to break up.<br><br><em>My memory is cruel. I'm queen of attention to details, defending intentions if he fails. Until now, he told me her name... It sounded familiar in a way. I could have sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand times... If only I had been listening</em><br><br>He loved Ashley, she knew that now. Ashley was never anything but kind and sweet, if not just a little ditzy. She probably didn't even know Nathan already had a girlfriend.<br><br>If Madelyn was honest with herself, she knew she'd been neglectful too. Most of the time she treated Nathan as less of a boyfriend and more an analogue for her older brothers who'd gone off to their own lives. She'd felt him drifting away for a long time, but hadn't been ready to let go. She'd even given him her virginity thinking she might be able to draw him back. It was a futile effort.<br><br>Nathan broke the thick silence. "I love her. I'm sorry... I'll always love you as a friend."&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>His words didn't make it hurt any less. In less than a moment, their relationship had been shattered beyond salvage. She choked her words through the tears."I guess this is goodbye then."<br><br>He walked across the lawn and kissed her on the forehead. "Yeah, I guess so. Goodbye Maddy. I hope you can forgive me someday."<br><br>Madelyn shivered even in the hot summer air and Alice wrapped her arms around her shoulders then guided her out of the yard and back home. As they walked she tried to explain. "He told me it was just once. I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."<br><br>She was cut off by Madelyn's words. "It's okay. The only reason I didn't know was because I didn't want to."<br><br>Alice was crying too now, seeing her best friend in such pain, and attempted a small measure of humor. "Well... at least you're free to pick up some hot Texan now, so it can't be all bad." The joke fell a little flat, but still brought a hint of a smile to Maddy's tear soaked lips so alice continued. "You can bring 'Sexy Texas Joe' back with you next year and we can all go to Pitt together like we planned. We'll be roommates and everything."<br><br>Madelyn nodded and hugged her friend tightly. "I'd like that. It sounds like a plan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 18:54:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Relief for a moment, and then a measure of disappointment as the all too soft form wiggled out from underneath her. Her dark eyes turned in the direction of the chanting girls. She could not help but frown slightly. It was good natured teasing she knew that, and knew that the girls did not -mean- to make her feel the pang of hurt that she felt deep down inside. The line was a fine one, and the good-natured teasing could quickly blur into mocking chants of <em>'carpet muncher', 'lezbo', 'dyke'</em> that had been directed at her more than -once-.<br><br>Elizabeth took it in stride, and the dark-skinned girl decided she should as well. These girls were nice, and she was certain they meant no real harm with their teasing. Besides, it's not like she didn't -truly- enjoy the moment she spent pressed against the pretty blond, her best friend.<br><br>The call to charge came out, quickly from Elizabeth and she moved, pounced more like it. The target of her own pillow squealed and ran, or tried to ran, in a display of why -she- was the one who always caught Elizabeth when she was tossed into the air she stoops down amid stride, scooping up her target and draping the flailing, squealing party-goer over a single shoulder. Legs held fast at the thigh by a single dark brown arm as the pillow she held in the other hand thuds against the trapped girl's behind.<br><br>Continuing the run, along with Elizabeth and the 'Fish' still being pelted by her friend's pillow and towards the converted dining room she drops the helpless priosonner before clapping her hands to her hips.<br><br><strong>"Okay! Now that the spies have been -dealt- with, what does everyone want to do?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 21:11:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>She was always amazed by how strong Vivian was, and how quick.&nbsp; Before Vivian, Elizabeth had sometimes worried about her spotter, and that anxiety translated into awkward drops and dismounts.&nbsp; They'd lost a few points in competitions because of it and their routines just looked a little off.&nbsp; Since Vivian, the team had soared higher and higher in meets, and everyone talked about how good their stunts looked.&nbsp; Elizabeth got the credit of course, since she was the one whom everyone watched, but it was Vivian who really deserved the credit.&nbsp; That she didn't get it bugged Elizabeth.<br><br>The fish rolled away from Vivian, laughing and red-faced from being upside down but none the worse for wear.&nbsp; Her boy shorts had pulled up and she quickly picked the wedgie out with one hand.&nbsp; Some of the girls looked uncertain, but Mallory rallied them.&nbsp; She and Vivian already had been watching her, seeing how Mallory was the natural leader of the freshmen, and were glad to see her taking charge.<br><strong><br>"It's two against ten,"</strong> she told the other cheerleaders.&nbsp; <strong>"Not even Queen Viv can take us all down.&nbsp; Come on, let's do this!"</strong>&nbsp; She tossed pillows to other freshmen, took one herself, and launched the counter-counteroffensive.&nbsp; <br><br>The battle was epic.&nbsp; If Mommy Goetz hadn't removed the furniture, some of it would be broken.&nbsp; As it was one pillow had come open and feathers were everywhere, just like in the movies.&nbsp; Vivian had half a dozen girls holding her down and sitting on her, while Elizabeth was held easily by just two.&nbsp; Mallory stood above them both, posing like Vivian from a few minutes before and grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>In truth, Elizabeth was happy she'd lost.&nbsp; It was well past time the freshmen came together as a team, not just a squad, and this standing up to the older girls was an amazing display.&nbsp; They'd remember it and it would form the nucleus of their years of hanging tight against all the drama and attacks that came with being pretty and popular and oh so visible to everyone.&nbsp; Their worst enemies would be the varsity squad, and they'd just proven they could stand up to them.<br><strong><br>"You're our prisoners now,"</strong> Mallory told the two seniors.&nbsp; <strong>"And we're going to put you in jail until you pay a forfeit.&nbsp; Get the closet door,"</strong> she told Rebecca who was nursing a hurt elbow and wasn't involved in holding the two prisoners.&nbsp; It took just a minute to toss everything out of the closet and shove the two seniors inside.&nbsp; The door shut behind them, and moved as the freshmen leaned against it.<br><br>Elizabeth was laughing even as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you think they're going to make us do?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 21:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Her sides still -hurt- even a she was ushered into the hastily cleared out closet. Not so much from the girls sitting on her but morso from laughing so hard that tears had begun to stream down her dark brown cheeks. Her ticklish nature had come out with half a dozen wiggling bodies trying to hold her own down after being 'tackled' by a large group of them. She did not -really- fight back, it was all fun and games, and she wanted to be part of the younger girl's bonding experience. Some part of her wanted them all to remember her at least.<br><br>The closet was cramped, but the fact that her best friend was jammed into the closet with her made that so much easier to take. Reaching up she rubs at the sides of her face. <strong>"Goddess..."</strong> She begins, though flinching slightly knowing that her own slightly... out of the norm religious views could sometimes get her in trouble. <strong>"I laughed so hard my face hurts..." </strong>She continues.<br><br>Pausing she considers Elizabeth's question before speaking loudly enough to be heard outside the door. <strong>"I don't know, what sort of penance -do- we have to pay to get out of here?"</strong> She asks of their would be jailers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 23:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena smiled softly Jack seemed to be worried about her. But there wasn't much he could do for her. Not with out taking far to much on himself. And she wasn't a person that could do that to someone else. He seemed to be keeping up wall around her. Though she couldn't blame him so was she. <strong>"Well at least I behaved myself."</strong>she said trying to lighten the mood. <br><br>Elena nodded a bit, "<strong>Thank you. I'll remember that.</strong>"she said at the moment sure that she'd never come running to him. Hell Elena wasn't going to be surprised if she never saw him again. She had a knack for turning people away. Dean and his crew were the only ones that seemed to stick around. Remembering that she had to meet up with him later she nodded and pushed from the counter. Her father was not going to pleasant this morning, specially if he knew she hadn't come home last night. Elena certainly wasn't looking forward to dealing with that. With any luck he was still drunk and past out in his bed. "<strong>Sure, probably better that way. I'm not really sure where I'm at anyway.</strong>" she said smiling softly though it was clear she was ashamed of that fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 00:08:20</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Time</strong>: about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br><br>Dean was at his usual place when he wanted to lay low, an old barn that was from like the 1800s.&nbsp; His Mustang fit right inside out of sight, and he could listen to some tunes on his car radio or at night use the headlights inside to lite the place up.&nbsp; Today was a normal day, he had another successful business deal and was just hanging low to celebrate.&nbsp; He was laying on the hood of his car, a beer near by as he was counting his cash.&nbsp; He looked over to the side where he left a bloody base ball bat, he grunted in thought before turning back to the cash "...have to bury that".&nbsp; He didn't mind the deal really, some rich kid willing to pay him $5,000 for beating down his bully, it was a good deed in his mind.&nbsp; he thought about these pansy emotional wrecks off themselves all over the country, all because they don't have the balls to take care of their bullies.&nbsp; He shrugged after he got to four grand in his counting, mumbling to himself as he took a gulp of his beer "...just call me Superhero Dean".&nbsp; He laughed at this joke, then went back to his counting.<br><br>Once the counting was done, he finished his beer and looked at his watch.&nbsp; He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked back to the bat, "...alright..lets take care of you before she gets here and freaks".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 02:48:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong> About a year ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Avalon Hills apartments. We're about two blocks south, one block west from the bar."</strong> She hadn't really asked where they were, but he offered that bit of info to her anyways. He got all dressed up in his biker gear, just pulling it on on top of his other clothes, put his boots on and laced them up, then moved towards the door, grabbing his helmet off of the table as he did so. <br><br>He would unlock and open his door, and keep it open, looking back to her. <strong>"You ready? Make sure you've got everything."</strong> He would patiently wait for her, aware that as time slipped by he was unlikely to get to his first class on time, but he was not too worried about that; he had more important things.<br><br>When she was ready to leave, he'd lead her out of the building, making sure his place was locked up, and lead her back to the bar, where their bikes were. <strong>"I'm serious, you know. I'm not the kind of man that just says things."</strong> He would say, pretty much out of the blue. <strong>"Tenacity's my greatest virtue, you know."</strong> He would say with a laugh. <br><br>Soon enough, though, he was mounting up on his ride. He would linger long enough to see if she had anything to say to that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 04:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>Ten minutes later, Elizabeth was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, wearing a blindfold.&nbsp; She was sitting on her hands.&nbsp; Where the girls had taken Vivian was a mystery.&nbsp; When the fish had finally let them out, they'd blindfolded Elizabeth even as another group was leading Vivian away.&nbsp; She'd been sitting there ever since, maybe ten minutes though it felt like an hour.&nbsp; The most ridiculous thing is there was an enormous strawberry in her mouth.&nbsp; Well, half in her mouth anyway.&nbsp; They'd stuck it in, warned her to hold it then left giggling.&nbsp; Elizabeth figured it was a game or something to see how long she could go without eating it or spitting it out.&nbsp; <br><br>It was tempting to do both.&nbsp; The strawberry, slightly bruised from being pushed in her mouth, oozed sweetness and the smell of it was just scrumptious.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she felt like she was about to start drooling around it and was trying hard to keep that from happening.&nbsp; Elizabeth was so wrapped up in that effort, she didn't hear the girls come back with Vivian walking between them.<br><br>She couldn't see, didn't know, that they'd tied Vivian's hands behind her back with one of Daddy's ties they'd found in Elizabeth's closet.&nbsp; She'd borrowed it for a dress up spirit day and gone as a banker.&nbsp; Vivian wasn't blindfolded.<br><br><strong>"Okay, prisoners, listen up,"</strong> Mallory instructed.&nbsp; There was a rustle of expectation and more than one girl stifled a laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"For your unprovoked attacks, you have to pay our forfeit.&nbsp; The forfeit is..."</strong> she drew it out, letting anticipation build.&nbsp; And build.&nbsp; <strong>"The forfeit is you have to share the strawberry.&nbsp; If you drop it, or if one of you eats more than half, you must start over.&nbsp; And you have to take tiny bites."</strong>&nbsp; The fish giggled and propelled Vivian closer.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"No hands either,"</strong> they warned when Elizabeth started to pulls hers out from underneath her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 04:54:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br><br>Elena nodded at least he didn't have to carry her for miles or something like that. Three blocks wasn't too bad. If he had carried her home he would have had a much longer walk. <strong>"Right, I've past the apartments before. At least I know where I'm at now." </strong>she said gathering up her shoes and slipping them on. They weren't really made for long walks but she'd make due. If some sore feet was the worst she got today then she was ahead of the game. <br><br>Grabbing up her jacket she looked him over. A flash of the night before, something about a knight in shining armor. Elena smiled lightly and shook her head. Taking a breath she grabbed her jacket and walked to the door. <strong>"I am if you are Lancelot."</strong> she said tapping his armor a bit, teasing him about his armor and her calling him a knight the night before. <br><br>She walked with him in mostly silence not really sure what to say anymore. Her body ached and she was in dire need of a fix. She was going to have to call Dean next chance she got. First she'd have to stop by the shop and get some more cash. Hopefully her dad was still out. Rubbing her arms as they walked she felt like the cold went all the way to her bones. But Elena knew what would warm her up. <br><br>As they reached the bar her bike was still there thankfully unharmed. Her helmet was gone though, shrugging Elena simply pulled her hair up into a bun and slipped some sunglasses on. <strong>"So your stubborn as a mule when it comes to something you want.</strong>" she smirked as she spoke in a teasing tone. <strong>"I know Jack...well for the most part. And thank you. I owe Hun. Maybe I can one day pay you back."</strong>she smiled and kicked started her bike. "<strong>Be safe...see you Hun."</strong> she said balancing on her bike and ready to go. She waved once more figuring she should hold him up for to long. <strong>"Bye Jack."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 05:16:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: June 26th 2009, (day after the incident) age 15<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Noone at the moment<br><br>The small section of the news paper, no larger then a baseball card, read 7 dead in iraq, followed by 3 scentences then the continuation on page C3. The main header of todays news paper read "King of Pop, Dead!' The paper trembled softly as hands trembled both from anger and nervousness.&nbsp; It was a beautifully sunny summer day, birds chirpped and soft summer breeze blew the ragged hair of the 15 year old.&nbsp; That 15 year old that should have been out and about with friends on a summer day.&nbsp; That 15 year old should be chasing girls and playing football.&nbsp; That 15 year old shouldnt be where he was, standing on the front porch area of the townhouse his military parents lived at.&nbsp; He shouldnt have held blood shot eyes, both from tears and the tiredness that ensued from not being able to sleep, all do to a phone, a phone and a red car.&nbsp; <br><br>The phone had brought nothing but pain, and soon the red car, carting Lt. Jefferson Davis, a family friend and Tristyns fathers best of friends, came pulling into the drive way.&nbsp; The story went as so,&nbsp; the mission was slated to begin at 2200 hours and was issued to be an expedious infiltration of the enemy for data and knowledge.&nbsp; Something seal team 14 should have been able to handle with ease, but what ensued changed all aspects of what was seen.&nbsp; What was found hours later displayed a horrid site depicting Capt. Timothy Phoenix had taken his own life, after killing his brother soldiers in what looked like a bloody treason.&nbsp; <br><br>If one were there to actually witness the situation that unfolded they would find the trap had been so precisly set out that God himself would have never seen it coming.&nbsp; With well placed gun postions and false information, Seal team 14 was lead into an onslaught masacre that claimed the lives of 7 good men. The enemy then, as an insult to america, as well as to destroy the moral of american soldiers all about, set about to make the scene look like an intentional murder suicide, lead by none other then their own captain, who happened to be Tristyns father. Yet noone would ever know, and sadly for all the Timothy Phoenix left behind, the world fell down around them.&nbsp; Martha Phoenix turned to counciling and alcohol to sleep at night.&nbsp; Soon the rumors spread at school <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"thats the freak whos father killed himself"</span></em> or <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"careful he may betray you like daddy did...."</span></em>.&nbsp; <br><br>So as Tristyn stood there reading the morning paper about to go for his morning jog like he always did, he stood frozen, unable to move, today hed miss his jog, most likely he would miss it tomorrow as well. The promise of the movies in 2 weeks just son and father, no longer an option, the promise of working on the 73 trans am when his father returned was just tossed out the window.&nbsp; The birds continued to chirp, the sun continued to shine, the world kept turning, except Tristyn, transfixed in one spot, on one moment, the only thing that he could voice both mentaly and physicly was the word <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"...why..."</em></span>. This day of all days, 7 soliders, 7 navy seals, 7 men, brothers, fathers, sons, 7 of them died.... so did the King of Pop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 07:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>It was awkward to lean over in that way, her knees slightly bent, her back arched so that she could come face to face with her blindfolded friends. Her own hands tied behind her back wit ha surprising amount of care taken so that she could not move her arms or hands very well at all. Her friend's eyes hidden behind a similar makeshift tie-restraint. Pink lips held a red strawberry the quiver of uncertainty or perhaps the quiver of the awkward way that the strawberry needed to be held. Dark locks of hair fall forward as she continues to close with the strawberry held by the lips of her best friend.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Begin</em></span><br><br>Her own dark lips form around the wider, bulbous 'top' of the strawberry, forming around the fruit to help hold it in place. Her jaw works, opening while her mouth strains to hold the strawberry in place.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Nibble</em></span><br><br>A small bite, the jostling of the strawberry a clear sign that Elizabeth had taken a small bite as well. Was it getting warm in here? Sweat already began to accumulate on her dark brown skin giving it a surreal shine in the dimmed lights that illuminated the room only partially. The thought of the beautiful blonde's lips floated through her mind. Of course she had noticed how beautiful her friend was, how... Where she not so afraid of what might happen she would have gladly simply kissed the girl... Isn't that a Disney song?<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Nibble</em></span><br><br>She had to move her lips, forward to hold the strawberry as two small bites had taken the top off of the small piece of fruit. Her lips go taught, holding the strawberry in place so that Elizabeth could take her own bite. A tingling feeling, not in the hands where it should be, but a feeling of warmth of... excitement in somewhere far more intimate, perhaps it was a bad idea to wear dark pants? And perhaps the lacy, and not particular absorbent undergarments were -also- a bad idea.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Nibble</em></span><br><br>She could not lean in this position anymore, a squeak fills the room as a foot slides forward on the hardwood floor. It was too hard to hold the strawberry now, it kept slipping, threatening to spin, to move, to dislodge. It had to be done, it was the only way to keep going!<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Contact</em></span><br><br>Soft, incredibly soft... Dreamy sort of soft. The type of lips that one could only hope to press theirs against once in their lifetime. Nearly as red as the fruit that they held between them, but who could tell anymore? Brown lips come flush to pink counterparts. The strawberry? An afterthought as the only thing she could -think- of is the lips that now pressed against her own. It was a dream. The Captain of the squad, the shoe-in homecoming queen. And that is who she had her lips pressed against right now. The bad part? She did not want to stop, that contact, that sweet, aching contact, that... that was something she was at this moment, at this time unwilling to part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 17:25:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Time</strong>: A week before the plague crisis<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><br><br>It was a week before Michael made his prophecy known to all. Billy’s mother, Karen, had been out the night before, as she had been doing more frequently since her divorce from his father. Although she got a nice settlement, she made it her mission to remarry before the end of the year. Unfortunately, it also made her a bit desperate, and she didn’t always choose her dates well. She’d sleep with someone and come home trashed like she did in the early days of her modeling career, with nothing to show for it. <br><br>The night before, there had been a fashion event that she went to. Billy didn’t wait up—he knew the drill by now. Plus, he had been preparing a speech for a school fundraiser the next day. Waking up early, as he usually did, Billy got dressed and groomed for the day. He took care to always look put together, his hair, his clothes, even his shoes always had a shine to them. His room was the same way. Everything had its place and was organized with precision. <br><br>After leaving his room, he brought a trash can into his mother’s room and placed it next to her bed. She was still sound asleep, for now, but he knew what was coming next. He went to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. Just as predicted, he didn’t have to wait too long to hear his mother hurling into the trash can. She could never make it to the bathroom after a night like that. Billy continued to prepare the food, treating this as the normal occurrence that it was by now. <br><br>Making his way over to his mother’s bedroom, Billy walked towards the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand. He left the windows closed, knowing it would disturb her. He took a napkin and gently wiped the vomit off her chin. <strong>“Mother, I brought you breakfast.”</strong> He said as he carefully helped her up into a sitting position. <strong>“You must eat.”</strong><br><br>Karin groaned, her makeup all smudged on her face, but managed to sit up. <strong>“Billy?”</strong> She was disoriented and her head hurt. She couldn’t take a hangover like she used to before Billy was born. <strong>“What time is it?”</strong><br><br><strong>“Its six thirty. I have to leave for school soon.”</strong> Billy sat beside her, careful not to knock the trash can over, and took the tray into his lap. <strong>“Here, this will make you feel better.”</strong> He had prepared toast with honey and some orange juice. Lifting it, he placed it on her lips and waited for her to take a bite.<br><br><strong>“You look so handsome, my boy..”</strong> Karen said as she reached up and brushed his soft hair, clearly still in a buzz from the night before. <strong>“Where are you going?”</strong> She asked before taking another bite of the toast her offered.<br><br><strong>“I have a presentation today. Come on, take another bite.”</strong> His mother seemed unwilling, but Billy urged her on until she complied. He didn’t ask about her night before. He never did. He simply fed her patiently in silence.<br><br>Karen furrowed her brow, <strong>“Billy, I’m sorry…Maybe I made a mistake leaving your father. You shouldn’t have to do all this..”</strong> She was always the life of the party, and with good reason. She was tall, beautiful, and cheerful. But after she drank, she fell into a more depressed state. <strong>“After what happened at the school and everything, I—“</strong> She started to say, but stopped as he brought up the glass of juice up to her lips.<br><br><strong>“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. <em>We’ll</em> be fine.”</strong> Billy said and helped her to lay down again. She mumbled something else, but it was incoherent. Billy got up and took the tray back to the kitchen. He grabbed something to eat and cleaned the dishes. Then he brought a single aspirin and a glass of water and left them in the nightstand next to his mother. He never left the whole bottle where she could access it. <strong>"I'm off to school now."</strong> He said softly before leaving the room.<br><br>Back in the bathroom, Billy fixed his hair one more time and brushed his teeth again. Then he went to get his school bag and made sure the electronics were unplugged before leaving the house. He hoped he wasn’t late for his presentation after working hard on it all weekend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 20:23:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php? g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: two weeks after his 16th birthday. <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Noone at the moment<br><br><br><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Tristyn?..."</span></em> the deep and stern yet familiar voice echoed down the hall as the 16 year old turned in that direction.&nbsp; The muscular and cut black man started down the hall wearing his normal wear of dress blues.&nbsp; Jefferson Davis was Timothy Phoenix's best friend since they were kids.&nbsp; Now his dead best friends wife had asked if he could get tristyn from school.&nbsp; The phone call went out to Tristyns mother who was aboard a ship. So Jefferson came to the rescue.&nbsp; Seeing the shimmer on the 16 year olds face, the giant black man spoke softly <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"what the hell happened kid?" </span></em><br><br>It had been almost a year since his fathers death.&nbsp; But the fights just began as kids would egg the sophomore on. Jests like <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"hows poor old daddy doing...in hell?"</em></span> would ultimately end in fights.&nbsp; This time his fight ended with a blunt end of a baseball bat that had hit him in eye. But Tristyn smirked saying <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"you should see the other kid though... I mean Jefferson he deserved it... he..."</em></span> the black man stopped him from speaking and after talking with the principle they soon left.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"your mother is angry... this needs to stop man... what would your dad think..."</em></span> they drove off heading home.&nbsp; Tristyn stared off into space thinking about what would his father say. He turned speaking softly<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> <em>"look Jefferson,&nbsp; I'm sorry they were saying stuff again...like before"</em></span> this wasn't his first fight. The man spoke nodding at the child as he drove <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"I get that kid, I do but you cant let this stuff get to you,&nbsp; rember your fathers words... what has he taught you?" </em></span> he could here is father speaking as he remember when dad and Jefferson first showed him boxing.&nbsp; The words tolled into his head <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>" Sun Tzu said the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting... your hands are your greatest weapons Tristyn,they are only to be used when you absolutely need them, when there is no other options. Learn where that line is and learn that sometimes to win the fight you need to lose." </em></span> he would repeat those words daily after this fight knowing he didn't want his dad disappointed in him.&nbsp; Looking at his hands he vowed inwardly to never use them again for fear of disrespecting his father.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 21:42:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eyeshadowlipstick.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/strawberry-lips.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Earlier in the current school year<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Ms. Vivian Abasi<br><br>Elizabeth smelled Vivian before she took the first bite.&nbsp; If pressed, she'd only be able to describe it as 'Vivian smell' but it was undeniably her, and undeniably pleasant and reassuring.&nbsp; Elizabeth had always been moved more than normal people by scents.&nbsp; They played heavily on her moods and emotions, and she attached great significance to them.&nbsp; Vivian smelled clean and ever so slightly musky; the musk of Mommy's expensive perfumes Daddy bought her from Nieman Marcus and which Elizabeth was never allowed to use.&nbsp; They were for grown women, Mommy explained, and relegated Elizabeth to brighter, softer scents.&nbsp; Vivian's scent wasn't a perfume though, it was the natural smell of her body, that of a healthy young woman coming into her prime, and Elizabeth associated it was safety and comfort and absolute trust.&nbsp; She breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring a bit, and her body gave a delightful little frisson.<br><br>With half the berry in her mouth, she wasn't really able to follow the rules about tiny bites.&nbsp; If she bit, half would fall behind her teeth and she'd be cheating.&nbsp; Elizabeth had to wait, trying not to move and wondering what it looked like, as Vivian delicately plundered the berry from between Elizabeth's lips.&nbsp; Vivian's hair brushed against her skin, tickling, and Elizabeth had to strain to hold still.&nbsp; When Vivian's lips touched her own, a little spark of something shot through her and went straight into her tummy, making it feel tight and&nbsp; fluttery.&nbsp; More disturbing, her breasts all of a sudden felt heavy and so, so sensitive that the movement of her cami top over them was torture.&nbsp; No one heard it, but a little whimper traveled from her mouth into Vivian's.<br><br>Mouth propped open by the berry, she was helpless as Vivian's lips lingered and her tongue traced along them, slippery and hot.&nbsp; Elizabeth felt dizzy and almost swallowed the strawberry, but the giggling of the fish reminded her of the rules.&nbsp; The berry intruded a half inch at a time into Vivian's lips, propelled by Elizabeth's tongue, and she held it pressed there as she began her own mouse-like nibbles at it.&nbsp; It took forever, it was over in seconds, but she sucked the last bit of it from Vivian's lips into her mouth and swallowed.&nbsp; Elizabeth's tongue flashed out in a reflex and licked her lips clean, tracing Vivian's in the process.&nbsp; The tight feeling in her tummy tightened unbearably and she gasped.&nbsp; <br><br>In her mouth, Elizabeth tasted Vivian's kiss and confusion swirled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:47:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59838&amp;g2_serialNumber=2)</div>"<br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: 17 years old first few weeks of junior high.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth, Vivian, Jack<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"F=MA pronounced fuma stands for what? Anyone? Anybody? Anybody even paying attention? "</em></span> Mr. Nemchick was a favorite of the highschool.&nbsp; The physics teacher was a light hearted and funny man in his early 40s. <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"hmmm... Mr. Phoenix?"</span></em> he questioned as the set of hassles eyes stared off in the distance.&nbsp; The young man snapped back to reality as the other kids laughed.&nbsp; Jack Harth sat behind him and whispered softly to tristyn the question. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"oh fuma .... yeah that's Force is equal to Mass times Acceleration"</em></span> he smirked releaved that Nemchick approved of the answer. The class went on more as his eyes drifted to the other students.&nbsp; He nodded to Jack thanking him for the help, hazel eyes then fell on her.&nbsp; A pale soft blond talking to a taller black girl giggling about something.&nbsp; She sat near some other girls who were with obvious football players who he felt only took the class to look smart. He was taking in her features and beauty as the bell rung and snapped him back to reality. <br><br>Yet another day coming to an end he did his same routine as he always had.&nbsp; As the school kids ushered out he made his way to the gym and began his furrious assault on pushups and sit ups. After 75 each he spent a good half hour emptying anger and sadness out on the punching bag.&nbsp; His final piece of the puzzle was to run two miles.&nbsp; He plugged his head phones in turning on matchbox twenty and walked out to the track.&nbsp; He stretched and looked up, the football team was practicing their normal drills and off to the left the cheer leaders practiced jumps and chants.&nbsp; His eyes met hers for a quick second before he looked away instinctively.&nbsp; With a deep breath he ran, lapping the track quickly but not to burn himself out.<br><br>These same events went on for about a week. He'd come out everyday after school to run and he'd notice her doing cheers and spins and tosses leading her group in every way.&nbsp; Till Friday rolled around, as he lapped the track a stray football rolled infringe of him and he stumbled.&nbsp; With sigh he pushed up.and snagged the football to take back to them. He however had to cut through the girls and his eyes met Elizabeth's. With a half shy half charismatic smirk he said <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"hi..."</em></span> he kicked himself mentally as he left the group angry that was all he could come up with.&nbsp; He returned the ball to one of the players who replied with a "fuck off freak..." he shook his head and left the field only glancing back at her once.<br><br>His shower was quick and as he dressed he heard them before he felt them.&nbsp; A fist was brought up into his gut as he shoved against a tiled wal of the boys gym. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"look freak I know you were eyeing up what is mine... she don't want you... you creep her out... so my only warning is to back off or else."</em></span> truth was the beautiful blond didn't belong to anyone but Scott Williams the football tightend who held a schoolarship to Texas A&amp;M felt since he was going to be home coming king that she was going to be his queen.&nbsp; Tristyn went to speak but one of the other football palyers coldclocked him in the throat causing him to fall. With one last kick to the ribs they laughed leaving him to choke.&nbsp; What they didn't realize was he was actually choking, he passed out. When he woke Jack had saved his life bringing him into the nurses office.&nbsp; When questioned tristyn said he drank to fast and choked on his sobe.&nbsp; However Jack didn't see any sobe bottles around.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 04:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Earlier in the School year<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>It was a game a first, but gone was any sort of excuse, any sort of pretense. Dark lips were flush with pink lips, the strawberry? Long gone. She could not bring herself to pull her lips from the embrace. Her head tilted ever so slightly and her head moves forward, the pressure between her lips and the lips that they were pressed against increased. Even the giggles stifled replaced by the sound of shuffling feet as the scene unfolded in front of the group of slumber party goers.<br><br>A curious tongue gently traces along her lips, it was easy to feel, and the action created a response. Her own tongue lashes out, the tip pressing against the underside of the tongue that was gently probing along her lips. It felt right... at least to her, the room seemed to swirl, her head suddenly feeling lighter than the air around her. She has felt this way before, though usually when she did not feel well, or one of her ears was infected but this time the one thing that was making her head feel so light? The blonde woman who she was connected to at the lips.<br><br>And suddenly it was broken, a soft smack of lips parting was the only sound that was heard in the room. Her lips remain open ever so slightly, a single trail of saliva from within her partially opened mouth continued to connect her with the mouth of her longtime friend, and the woman who she had just begun to realize she did -truly- love in more ways that she thought. The blindfold around the blond woman's eyes pulled up and off, as was the restraints on her own hands by the hands of 'fish' who half looked on in rapt curiosity, half looked on with an embarrassed flush to their cheeks.<br><br>Words did not come, at least not right then, if only because she did not want the tenuous string of saliva that still connected the mouth of the two to be broken, it was a lifeline, small and fine as a spider's web and so fragile that a small breeze would destroy it. It held, for several long moments, a visible, physical contact between the two. It was inevitable that it broke, the sound of a door opening along with the influx of air caused it to float away into oblivion. She was sad that the bond was gone, that the last indication of the kiss that the pair had shared floated off into nothingness. Her heart sank, the light-headed feeling of exhalation was replaced by the cold, weighty feeling of reality.<br><br>For good or bad... For heartbreak or for joy this was a moment that she would never forget.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 16:45:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About a year ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Home Ec teacher,&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>Jack typically got out of school, and got off to work, since his shift started about a half hour after school let out; and that was just a little longer than he needed. This day, however, was different; the bookstore was closed for a few days, as the exterminators were bug-bombing the place.<br><br>So, Jack, having something of a gaping void in his schedule, had decided upon this particular day, to fill it up with talking to the Home Ec teacher, Mrs. Stutz. She was a nice, older woman, and she, like Jack, loved to cook. And that's exactly what they end up spending quite a bit of time talking about; swapping recipes, and ideas for creative ingredient usage.<br><br>He held a good relationship with just about all the teachers, as he found himself getting along with them better than his so-called peers, who lacked the sense of maturity that Jack valued so highly.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon enough, however, the woman had her home to get back to, and Jack had to do some shopping at the grocery store. As he was heading back to his locker to get his riding gear (he was currently attired in a red t-shirt, denim jeans, and his steel-toed boots), he watched a small gang of jocks pass him by. They were laughing and jokin' and high off of something that wasn't drugs. He heard a few interesting snippets of something, before the one player got hushed.<br><br>The snippet he heard was along the lines of 'showed him' and 'shower? brilliant'. Seemed really odd, and not much to work with, but he decided to detour his way off to the showers in the gym, just to make sure. He'd rather be a fool, and waste time, than realize later on that someone needed help, and he chose to ignore it.<br><br>And... <strong>"Shit."</strong> That's what Jack had to say when he saw the apparently unconscious military kid. Sure, Jack had heard the rumors, but he never saw fit to cast aspersions on Tristyn because of what his father did. The sins of the father did not get inherited by the son, as far as Jack was concerned.<br><br><strong>"C'mon, up we go."</strong> He says, more to himself than anyone else as he picks up Tristyn, and carts him off to the school's infirmary. He'd hang around as the nurse helped him to recover and while the nurse seemed willing to just go along with what Tristyn had to offer as an explanation, the other boy should be able to tell that Jack is not buying it for one second.<br><br>First of all, their was what he heard. Secondly, he seemed to be more injured than from just a fall and choking on a drink could do; and thirdly, there had been no bottle. But, Jack doesn't call him out on it; not yet, at any rate. <strong>"I suppose that could've happened. I just hope it wasn't someone, or some people, else. I'd hate for them to be able to just get away clean."</strong><br><br>He just left Tristyn with those words to ponder, before he got up, and went to leave. He had, after all, some shopping to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 01:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Two days after Tristyn's Assault<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><strong><br>"He's not my boyfriend!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Well he thinks he is.&nbsp; That's why he beat up that other boy, Lizzy."</strong>&nbsp; Lindsey, another varsity cheerleader, was talking in the cheer room after the rest of the squad had gone outside to practice.&nbsp; <strong>"Scott jumped him in the shower room and beat him up pretty bad.&nbsp; And I hear he wasn't alone.&nbsp; You know how the team is."</strong><br><br>She did indeed.&nbsp; They'd stick together through everything, a lot like her sister cheerleaders, and if anyone came asking they'd have a dozen airtight alibis.&nbsp; It didn't matter what had really happened, it only mattered what could be proven.&nbsp; Scott, that meathead, wasn't going to be in trouble with anyone.&nbsp; <strong>"Why would he do that?"</strong><br><br><strong>"I don't know.&nbsp; Roid rage?&nbsp; Because he thinks you're going to be his girlfriend no matter what?&nbsp; Because he's a dumb jock and everyone kisses his ass, even the teachers?"</strong>&nbsp; Lindsey sighed.&nbsp; <strong>"You need to be careful, Lizzy.&nbsp; If Scott finds out you even talk to that guy, he'll kill him."</strong><br><strong><br>"But I'm not his girlfriend!"</strong> Elizabeth protested.&nbsp; <strong>"And I don't want to be, either.&nbsp; Why does he think he can, can...control me like that?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Well, why don't you want to be his girlfriend, Lizzy?&nbsp; He's hot, he's popular, he has money and he's going places after high school.&nbsp; And I hear he's got a big d-"<br><br>"Stop!" </strong> Elizabeth cut her friend off. <strong> "No.&nbsp; Just...no!"</strong>&nbsp; She turned and left the cheer room, but went left in the corridor towards the trainer's room instead of right to the practice field.&nbsp; The smell of chlorine from the hot tub and menthol from ointments was so strong that it stung her nose.&nbsp; A couple of trainers passed her carrying wire racks of Gatorade.&nbsp; There were a couple of volleyball girls getting their knees iced down by Doc, and she saw Tristyn sitting disconsolately in the hot tub.&nbsp; There was the ugly mottling of a bruise across his rib cage and another, lower, in the muscles of his abdomen.&nbsp; The noisy jets and bubbles of the hot tub gave them relative privacy.<br><br><strong>"Hi,"</strong> she said, fingers twisting each other into Gordian knots that even Mr. Golden's mathematics would have trouble unraveling.&nbsp; Elizabeth looked at the ground, not at Tristyn.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Elizabeth.&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz," </strong>she added.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm really sorry about Scott.&nbsp; He's...&nbsp; I'm not...&nbsp; We're not..."</strong>&nbsp; Her voice trailed off, lost in the sounds of broken athletes and plumbing.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 03:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59905)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: 2 days after ass kicking<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth, Jack<br><br><br>The clock on the wall ticked away as the set of hazel eyes stayed locked with it.&nbsp; Physics class seemed to go by slowly today, as he drifted off into his thoughts as he is known to do.&nbsp; Mr. Nemchick continued on with his lecture about motion and how each and every object had equal and oposite reaction. Nem looked towards the day dreaming teen <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Phoenix... Whats the first law!?"</em></span> Tristyn almost jumped out of his seat as the teacher smacked his desk. Shaking his head he just shrugged his eyes looking all about except towards Elizabeth and the football players towards the right of class.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"I...i dont know.."</em></span> he said with a stoic attitude to him.&nbsp; Cocking and eyebrow Mr. Nemchick replied softly with <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Sh...sure you dont...well since tristyn is ignoring the question... Jack... you know it?"</em></span> the class continued on as Jack answered knowingly.&nbsp; The bell rang as it always had to herold the days end, and on a normal day Tristyn wouldve been prepping to do his sit ups and his push ups.&nbsp; But everyone could see him struggle to stand as held his ribs like a wounded animal.<br><br>As they walked out he turned to Jack <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"i know your not dumb, but...thanks for...well you know..."</em></span> with a fake smirk and a look down he nodded to the biker his thanks before turning down the hall.&nbsp; He looked away as he passed the football players and her and the cheerleaders.&nbsp; He didnt have it in him to go running to actually do anything truely however when he woke at the nurses office days ago she had told him a warming pad would help the sore muscles to relax.&nbsp; He didnt own one so he thought of the next best thing. The swimmers has a hot tub they used for relaxing and it was open as far as he knew cause the baseball players and football players used it aswell.&nbsp; What should take seconds took minuets as he changed into a pair of military speedos but soon he slinked into the warm waters of the hot tub and with a sigh of releaf he closed his eyes relaxing from the pain.<br><br>It however didnt take long for his relaxation to be interupted as she spoke his hazel eyes opened to meet hers.&nbsp; She could see as his head shifted the worse of the bruises was on his neck.&nbsp; A round almost black spot on the right side of his throat, the area where Mike Peters, the team kicker, had coldcocked him in successful attempt to impress Scott.&nbsp; This was the injury that had caused Tristyn to truely black out.&nbsp; With a sigh he shook his head speaking to her with a slight aggitation to his tone <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Not what?...I recieved the message loud and clear..."</em></span> he stood up and she could see the bruises closer that lay across his body.&nbsp; also across his heart he had a tattoo of a set of dog tags <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"I get the picture, you dont need to defend your boyfriend... i didnt know... and it was foolish of me to think otherwise...."</em></span> His teeth were still clenched as he still held his side, it truely felt broken. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Two days after Tristyn's Assault<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>Why was he so angry at her?&nbsp; Tristyn's fury was a physical thing, rolling off him and smashing into her externalized sense of self like a juggernaut.&nbsp; Elizabeth winced at the pain of it.&nbsp; A brief glance up through her eyelashes showed the muscles in Tristyn's face to be taut, held there by his clenched jaw.&nbsp; He looked like some primitive god risen from the sea.<br><br><strong>"He's not my boyfriend,"</strong> Elizabeth murmured, voice almost lost in the sound.&nbsp; <strong>"I, I didn't know he was going to do this.&nbsp; Please, you have to believe me.&nbsp; I don't know why Scott attacked you.&nbsp; Why he, he hurt you." </strong> She shifted from one foot to the other.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:48:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Time</strong>: Six months before the plague<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><br>"I said get out of here, you little shit!" Michael ducked as the bat, held by a large, angry deli owner, whizzed over his head. "I'll not have beggars bugging my customers!" <br><br>The bat swung again and again met nothing but air. Michael had gotten the hint, though, and was making a quick retreat to the exit. He wasn't quite quick enough and the polished wood almost made splinters of his teeth when his battered, wool jacket caught on one of the chairs. Over the last six months, he had spent every moment learning to cope with his gift and this was just another humbling lesson that he wasn't infallible. Still, the blonde dodged to the side at the last second, freed his coat, and slammed through the swinging door and into the busy Chicago street. <br><br>Immediately the wind whipped through the dirty rags he called clothes, piercing and frigid as it blew off Lake Michigan's icy waters.&nbsp; The crowd barely slowed it down, the loud rushing filling and stinging his ears until he couldn't hear anything else. They didn't call it the windy city for nothing, but when you didn't have money, you couldn't dress for the cold. Actually, he'd freeze this night if he didn't make it to the bus depot in time. He'd <em>seen</em> it. <em>Felt </em>it. <br><br><em>How many times have I experienced my own death?</em><br><br>Slowly, walking against the biting wind, Michael made his way to the nearby Goodwill, the two twenty's and a fifty clutched in his coat pocket. They had been well worth the beating he had almost received, the broken bones and smashed face, the trip to the hospital that would have upset all his plans. The last of the money he needed to go south. To Texas. To <em>them.</em>. All he needed now were some clothes, a bus ticket, and he would be there in time to get the last of what he needed to fit in. So they'd trust him.<br><br><em>More, so they'll trust you <strong>more</strong>. You can't save them all. Some die. You've seen it. Don't be weak. You've seen what comes of that, too.</em><br><br>Gritting his teeth, Michael ignored the cold and followed the path that flowed just a second before him. Each step a rapidly closing branch where a single misstep meant bumping into people, walking in front of a bike, a car, a bus; a shattered knee, broken wrist, death. He felt it all and kept walking. Sometimes Michael wondered if he was still insane. Or maybe this was all a fruitless exercise in masochism that would end with <em>him</em> triumphant and Michael broken at <em>his </em>feet. Guiding <em>him.</em><br><br><em>No. You've seen the light. They'll get you to the light and there will be no more darkness.</em><br><br>Pushing the door to the Goodwill open, the warm rush of air left his fingers, nose, and ears tingling with sensation. Michael had&nbsp; gotten so lost in his thoughts he'd forgotten how cold he was. Letting out a breath, he moved to the men's section and paused. There was a bin of sunglasses and his hands found the pair he had seen in all those visions. A sign? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, it warmed his heart like the heater was warming his flesh. <br><br>Then he laughed. Now all he had to do was figure out what he was going to wear to school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:56:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59905)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: 2 days after ass kicking<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>His head was racing now, here this beautiful blonde haired girl stood before him her innocent eyes locked with his soft hazel eyes.&nbsp; Millions claimed the eyes were windows to the soul and she could simply tell his eyes were screaming.&nbsp; His head swirled as she spoke her defences to the event that unfolded earlier in the week.&nbsp; Swallowing only brought pain as he flinched lightly, moving gracefully he slide out of the hot tub however he still ached and it was a visible ache as he held his ribs.&nbsp; He stood 2 feet from her, 6 feet tall cut muscle drenched in over chlorinated water he straightened up.<br><br><em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"certain reasons point otherwise... look i get it, i accept the....appology... it is what it is, we just had a... misunderstanding, per say, you didnt need to appologize for his actions, i get it that i scare people, and he was...protecting your interests, be it you dating or... talking or whatever..."</span></strong></em> his eyes looked from her as he half turned from her showing her the full extent of the bruised ribs.&nbsp; His head was screaming calling him a useless fool, here this girl was innocently wanting to create something, but why did he nip that in the ass.&nbsp; Scott was why, he knew their lives would be hell other wise, he'd most likely end every day in pain, and her, he couldnt fathom what the egotistical manic would do to her.&nbsp; He could accept the ass kickings, he could take the pain <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Hardened souls dont feel pain"</strong></em></span> his father would say, but he was sure in pain both emotionally and physicly. He just nodded looking back up to her <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"he has his eyes set on you, hes going places, college at Texas A&amp;M, doctor degree I think, or something like that... anyways he guarenteed home coming king... and to him...to us... your beautiful"</span></strong></em> he eyes fell knowing in the scale of highschool society he wasnt even close to being on level with them.&nbsp; He was just there, a kid trying to find purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Two days after Tristyn's Assault<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>He was going places.&nbsp; He had it all wrapped up; sports, college, career and he even thought he had her wrapped up.&nbsp; Well, she'd show that big meathead that he couldn't have everything.<br><br>Elizabeth's heart fell when she saw how Scott had beaten Tristyn physically and mentally.&nbsp; He'd convinced himself that he deserved it, that she was at least tacitly in agreement with things.&nbsp; That wasn't right.&nbsp; She owed Tristyn a debt for what had been done to him in her name.&nbsp; She owed him a <em>mitzvah</em>.&nbsp; That it would serve to tell Scott she wasn't his to control wouldn't make the act any less kind or pious, right?<br><br>Looking around, she found a practice schedule and a dry erase marker.&nbsp; It faded rapidly as she wrote, but it was legible enough.&nbsp; Elizabeth capped the marker then extended the paper to Tristyn.&nbsp; <strong>"Saturday night.&nbsp; Pick me up at my house at 8.&nbsp; You'll have to come in and meet Daddy first."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth's smile was strained, uncertain, but she hoped he'd take her address.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59836)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Time</strong>: 2 days after ass kicking<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>He stood there baffled at this blonde girl who just demanded a date from him.&nbsp; The look on his face was priceless like he just saw Jesus hanging out at a bar.&nbsp; The over chlorinated water of the hot tub was now drying off of his skin and he stood there nearly nude the speedos clinging to his figure.&nbsp; He was in a shock as his hand reached up for the paper she could see a nervous tremble run through him.&nbsp; taking it from her he spoke softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Wha....what..."</span></em></strong> he half smirked as his hazel eyes lifted to meet her soft innocent eyes.&nbsp; He cleared his head and even though his body was red from the hot waters she could see him blushing lightly. <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I...I mean ill be there, 8 sharp"</span></strong></em> he stammered the words out as his smirk became a full on smile something he hadnt done in a long while. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 11:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Four days after Tristyn's Assault<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Goetz Family Home<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br><strong>"He's a <em>goy</em>?"</strong><br><strong><br>"Hush, Father,"</strong> Mommy Goetz remonstrated.&nbsp; <strong>"Now you sound like your father."</strong>&nbsp; She knew where this argument was heading and pulled out the big guns to shut it down early.<br><br>Elizabeth, upstairs getting ready, wasn't present for the conversation.<br><br>Daddy Goetz harrumphed but didn't let the little matter of Tristyn's religion drop.&nbsp; "<strong>Why him?&nbsp; She's never dated anyone before and then out of the blue comes this <em>goy </em>boy,"</strong> he was rather pleased with himself for the rhyme.&nbsp; <strong>"It's bad enough she's friends with that <em>schwarze</em> girl on her team."</strong><br><br><strong>"Father!"</strong> Mommy Goetz protested, moving over and putting a finger over his lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Now you stop that right now.&nbsp; Right now,"</strong> she repeated.&nbsp; <strong>"Vivian's been very good for Elizabeth and I don't worry nearly so much about her breaking her neck since Vivian's been her spotter."</strong>&nbsp; She gentled her tone.&nbsp; <strong>"Herbert, she can't always be your little girl.&nbsp; Elizabeth is older than I was when we started dating."<br></strong><br><strong>"I know,"</strong> he said grumpily, <strong>"and I know what we used to do on our dates.&nbsp; That's what bothers me."</strong><br><br>Mommy Goetz laughed and reached out to caress her husband's face with one hand.&nbsp; <strong>"Well don't.&nbsp; Elizabeth's a good girl.&nbsp; She'll come back a good girl too."</strong>&nbsp; She kissed her husband warmly.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe we can have our own date after she leaves."</strong><br><br>The doorbell rang.<br><br><strong>"I'm going to get my shotgun."<br><br>"You don't own a shotgun, dear.&nbsp; Now be nice," </strong>Mommy Goetz chided and pushed her husband towards the door.&nbsp; <strong>"Go meet the young man.&nbsp; I need to talk to Elizabeth real quick.&nbsp; Go on."</strong><br><br>Herbert Goetz headed towards the door but didn't open it right away.&nbsp; Let the little boy wait outside and get nervous for a bit.&nbsp; He waited until the sound of Mommy Goetz going up the stairs faded, but a scowl on his face, and opened the door to Tristyn.&nbsp; <strong>"You're him," </strong>he accused, as if pronouncing the arrival of someone deeply unpleasant like a murderer or an IRS inspector.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 00:32:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Sat night 8 o'clock sharp<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>His eyes darted back and forth in his room from chair to bed, he didnt know what to wear, he shook his head<em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I'm acting like a girl now..."</span></strong></em>he ran his hands through his hair as he picked the button up shirt on the bed.&nbsp; He feared being to dressy versus to loose fitting, if anyone was there they would notice the constant smirk across his lips though.&nbsp; People like him didnt get this chance, so as he dressed and softly spritsed himself with fahrenheit cologne, he walked down into the main area of the townhouse.&nbsp; The rooms were dark and a rerun of scrubs was playing on the tv as he entered the living room <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hey mum im gonna..."</span></strong></em> he nodded softly as he saw his mum passed out on the couch an empty six pack of miller light on the table.&nbsp; <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...Gonna be out for a while"</span></strong></em> he kissed her head softly and covered her with a blanket as he shut the tv off.&nbsp; With a sigh he picked the keys for the Trans Am off the wall and left the house without a look back.&nbsp; <br><br>They most likely heard the car before it pulled up into the drive way. With shaking hands he slid out of the car and made his way up to the house.&nbsp; The Trans AM was a tid bit of an over touch but he prayed to God that her father was a car guy, that he'd be impressed and they'd have something to talk about.&nbsp; He held a rose in his hands, he read somewhere it was something done on first dates.&nbsp; As he pressed the door bell and heard it ring on the inside the sudden thought crossed his mind, what if he didn't like cars. He shuttered softly at the thought, then the door open and insitinctivly like he was always taught to do by his father, he stood tall with a sense of pride to him.&nbsp; That pride slightly shattered as her father opened the door with <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Your him,"</strong></em></span> any sense was lost as he gulped holding out his hand to shake the older mans hand. His father always said a firm hand shake showed a true man.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Aye sir, I am Tristyn Phoenix sir, I'm here to take Elizabeth out, that is with your permission, sir"</strong></em></span> his hand hung outward infront of him awaiting his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:10:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Goetz Family Home<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>By the time Elizabeth arrived downstairs, Tristyn looked as if Daddy had gone over him like the balance sheet of a shady used car dealer.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Is that for me?"</strong> she asked, stepping between her father and Tristyn.&nbsp; Her fingers lightly brushed his as she took the rose from them and she lifted it to her nose to sniff.&nbsp; It smelled like summer felt, deep and velvety and heavy with perfume.&nbsp; It was really pretty, even if Tristyn's fingers had bent the stem a little bit from the tension of talking to Daddy.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you.&nbsp; Daddy, this is Tristyn.&nbsp; He's taking me out tonight."</strong><br><strong><br>"That's right,"</strong> her father replied.&nbsp; <strong>"Tonight,"</strong> he stressed.&nbsp; <strong>"That means you're home before Sunday starts, young lady."<br><br>"Yes, Daddy,"</strong> she said sincerely, then leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.&nbsp; He wasn't tall, quite a bit shorter than Tristyn, but next to Elizabeth he looked like a father should to his daughter.&nbsp; Elizabeth picked up her small purse and tucked the stem of the rose just inside of it.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mother came over, smiling and radiant, and bussed Elizabeth on the cheek and smiled at Tristyn.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't you mind him, young man,"</strong> she said.&nbsp; <strong>"You two have fun on your date."<br></strong><br><strong>"I'll be waiting up on the porch with my shotgun," </strong>her father warned.<br><strong><br>"Dear, for the last time, you don't own a shotgun,"</strong> his wife chided, exasperated at her husband's antics.<br><strong><br>"Then get your purse.&nbsp; We'll go over to Bass Pro Shops and I'll buy one,"</strong> he said as Elizabeth walked with Tristyn to the door.<br><strong><br>"<em>Oy gevalt! </em> Would you stop being su-"</strong> her mother exclaimed as the door shut.<br><br>At his car, she waited for him to open her door.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry about that," </strong>the cheerleader told him.&nbsp; <strong>"Daddy's just really protective.&nbsp; I hope he wasn't too mean to you before I came down."</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:57:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Sat night 8 o'clock sharp<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br><br>As the door to the house shut he seemed like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders, he was once again a nervous 17 year old, not a threatened nervous 17 year old.&nbsp; He walked side by side with her down to the car and held a soft yet sincer smile on his face.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"you look... amazing..."</span></em></strong> his charasmatic smile perked up a bit as they reached the car and he opened the door to the Trans Am for her. <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"M'lady..."</span></strong></em> he said holding the door, and as she sat his eyes shifted back and only half jokingly he asked <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"wait...he really isnt going to get a shot gun....is he?"</strong></em></span><br><br>The old muscle car roared to life as he turned the car on shifting it into first gear.&nbsp; He slowly and respectivly pulled out of the drive way turning left heading towards town.&nbsp; An old set of military dog tags hung from the rear view mirror.&nbsp; His eyes shifted from looking back to forwards then towards her. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"so what do people normally do on these things?"</span></em></strong> he said only half jokingly again.&nbsp; She could tell he was nervous and he wasnt a pro at this like some of the other boys who had asked her in the past with rehearsed lines.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 13:48:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Goetz Family Home<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>The sound and feel of the car were so different than from what Elizabeth was used to.&nbsp; There was no barely perceptible hum of the engine and the road.&nbsp; Several hundred angry American horses ran free under the hood and she felt the thunder of their feet in her bottom.&nbsp; It was loud too, like a motorcycle only deeper.&nbsp; It was also oddly exciting.<br><strong><br>"Daddy is a sweetheart,"</strong> she said and smoothed her skirt down to the tops of her thighs.&nbsp; <strong>"He wouldn't hurt you, but you don't want to ever get bawled out by him.&nbsp; He can make me feel so little when I mess up, and like I'd do anything to not disappoint him again.&nbsp; Mommy likes you, so she'll keep Daddy from being too obnoxious to you."</strong>&nbsp; When they made a corner, the dog tags swung her way and she reached up to still them.&nbsp; They felt like they were old, had been worn close to someone for a while, and she ran her fingers across the embossed lettering.&nbsp; It was too bumpy in the car to read them.<br><br>He didn't have a plan?&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Um, well we could go see a movie,"</strong> boring!,<strong> "or get something to eat" </strong>boringer! <strong>"but you know what would be really fun?" </strong> She let go of the dog tags, causing them to start swinging again.&nbsp; "<strong>Let's go to Keith and Margo's.&nbsp; They do this really cool live Murder Mystery Theater.&nbsp; You go in, and then it's like Pulp Fiction or something while you're in the middle of eating then you have to help solve the mystery.&nbsp; And you don't know who in the restaurant is an actor and who's not.&nbsp; Mr. Golden told me about it and said he went there a few weeks ago."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:51:25</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Sat night 8 o'clock sharp<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>He let a smirk loose as she spoke about her father <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I can see why he is so protective though..."</span></em></strong>.&nbsp; As the rounded the corner onto the main avenue he noticed her steadying the dog tags <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"those are my dads...He, well we... this car was the last thing we did together, so its kind of lucky to me..."</span></em></strong> he wanted to smack himself there.&nbsp; Had he really said he brought the car for luck, "you fool!!!" he mind screamed as he looked from her to the road. Taking a breath he relaxed <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"so...yeah im sure thats boring to hear... I like the idea of the murder mystery, it sounds fun... I did have one thing planned, but we'd have to wait till 11 tonight to see it..."</strong></em></span> Keith and Margo's pulled into view as he awaited her answer.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 14:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><strong><br>"A surprise?&nbsp; Oh, that's fun,"</strong> she exclaimed, and turned a little bit in the seat to face towards him.&nbsp; The seatbelt pulled tight between her small breasts. making them a little more prominent.&nbsp; <strong>"I really want to try and guess it.&nbsp; Don't you have any hints for me?"</strong>&nbsp; She felt the car slow then rise up and over the speed bump at the entrance to the parking lot.&nbsp; It was a block or two away from the theater itself, though you could see the marquis from the parking lot.&nbsp; Dallas, as usual, was crowded and she thought it was lucky that Tristyn found a parking spot so close.&nbsp; He drove with a lot of skill and care and confidence, three things Elizabeth didn't possess behind the wheel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 18:59:47</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Sat night 8 o'clock sharp<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br><br>He pulled the car into the spot, shifted to nuetral and applied the parking break.&nbsp; His eyes met hers with a smirk on his face, his eyes looked to the seat belt but almost instantly he looked back up his cheeks softly red.&nbsp; <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hm.. a guessing game? well hints will cost ya..."</span></strong></em>he rambled his brain for what the cost could be and all he blurted out was <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...a hug..."</span></strong></em> A HUG! really a hug, what are you, five? his eyes looked towards the keys as he pulled them from the ignition.<br><br>He slid from the car closing his door and slipped around and opened the door for her offering her a hand to help her out <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What i can offer though free of charge is... its pretty lame..."</span></em></strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 22:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>Elizabeth's hand was light on Tristyn's as she stepped out of the car.&nbsp; It was so low she was glad for it, though she didn't pull too much.&nbsp; Or maybe he was just that strong.&nbsp; Using the motion of the hand, she moved right on up into him and gave him a solid, if brief, hug, then let go and stepped back.&nbsp; Her grin showed white teeth that had probably sent an orthodontist's&nbsp; kid to college.&nbsp; <strong>"One hug, one hint,"</strong> she prompted, then reached out with both of her hands and stuck them through Tristyn's elbow to walk with him.&nbsp; <br><br>He had tight arms, she noticed.&nbsp; Tight but lean, not like some of the football players who had some padding over their muscles.&nbsp; Tristyn seemed to be very lean everywhere, like he was too hard core to even think about excess body fat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 00:26:30</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>That moment hung forever in his thoughts and she could tell she did something good as she let go of him to smile he held his own bright smile yet again that was something that wasn't seen in a long while. He didn't have perfect teeth however they were clean, just not bright white but they weren't splotchy or dark either.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"One hint, right..."</strong></em></span> he laughed softly and she could feel his arm muscle flex softly as he moved. He grew up with a strict diet so deserts weren't often.&nbsp; He woke on a schedule, ate on a schedule and worked out on a schedule, it was all planned and she could tell that paid off.<br><br><strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"One...hint...one hint.... well... remember Nems class last week... about the mass of the moon and earth and sun... Hint number one" </span></em></strong> He smirked hoping she remembered that last Friday in Mr. Nemchicks Physics class they learned a lot about the mass of different planets in space. He always looked to the skies growing up, space seemed to amaze him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:05:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br><strong>"That's not a hint,"</strong> she protested with a laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"That's just torture.&nbsp; Next thing you'll hand me a graphing calculator and tell me to solve a problem."</strong>&nbsp; She squeezed his arm, then let go of it as they went into the dinner theater.&nbsp; Elizabeth wasn't sure, but she thought Tristyn might not have enough money for it.&nbsp; <strong>"Mommy said this is her treat,"</strong> she lied and fished out an AmEx and handed it over for tickets. <strong> "You can buy me some ice cream later in the West End."</strong><br><br>They were soon seated at a round table with three other couples, all older by at least fifteen years.&nbsp; They made quick introductions and the waiter came around with menus.&nbsp; <strong>"Would you order for me?"</strong> she asked Tristyn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:34:12</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br><br>Jokingly he turned away from her <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"So i should put the calculator back in the car?" </span></em></strong> smirking he opened the door to the resturante for her. Before she could pay for the tickets he snatched the card from her <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"I got this, i mean you bent my arm into taking you on this date so...."</strong></em></span> he smirked jokingly as he spoke.&nbsp; He held her card to her and pulled his wallet, slipping a Naval Credit Union card from it he handed it to the man.&nbsp; <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I get regular stipens from the navy, Mums an officer...and since dad....yeah well its money"</span></strong></em> he smirked softly. He nodded as the card was approved and they were seated.&nbsp; He held her seat for her and helped her in before sitting himself. Speaking respectfully he introduced himself to the others as they jested at them being on their "first" date.&nbsp; Her announcement brought his attention towards her <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Um...ah...sure...steak rare...still mooing right?"</span></strong></em> he joked about her request for him to order for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><strong><br>"Lots of blood,"</strong> she agreed.&nbsp; <strong>"Daddy learned to like steak tartare from a client, and he even eats it with a raw egg sometimes."</strong>&nbsp; She mimed gagging.&nbsp; <strong>"I can't decide if he's super organic or super gross, but he's definitely not kosher.&nbsp; Anyway, I won't eat it raw raw like Daddy, but rare is how we like it at home."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth didn't catch on that Tristyn had been joking.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you-"</strong><br><br>The kitchen door suddenly flung open and a man in a ski mask burst through it, a large ugly looking automatic pistol in his hands.&nbsp; He leveled it and swept it towards a table with an older man with a beard.&nbsp; His finger tensed on the trigger.<br><br>Two shots rang out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:53:24</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br><br>he smiled as she joked back and he listened intently as she spoke.&nbsp; He didnt know if she would feel he was faking interest in her or what not but he sat there indulged in her story genuingly interested.&nbsp; So when the door busted open and the gun man aimed there way, he tensed as he instinctivly slide an arm around her. The gun swept passed them, however he was still preped and as the gun shots went off he kicked the chair out instinctivly pulling her with him.&nbsp; He was gentle about it though as to not hurt her.&nbsp; His left arm swung up under the table and he was ready to raise it when he saw the eyes of the others with them.&nbsp; They were lost in the action and semi hirrible acting of the man who was just shot.&nbsp; He was on one knee ready to flip the table with her pulled to the ground next to him his arm still holding her protectively.&nbsp; He looked from the "dead" man to some of the crowd still in shock yet showing excitment like theyve been here before then towards her. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Um...Hi..."</strong></em></span> was all he managed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 13:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>Elizabeth squeaked as Tristyn manhandled her to the floor.&nbsp; That was all she could manage; his arm was so strong and tight around her waist that he'd squeezed the air out of her.&nbsp; White blonde hair flew at the sudden movement, and she wasn't quite sure what had happened.&nbsp; Someone kicked a door open, there were gunshots, screams and now Tristyn had her like some ancient Spartan warrior, ready to use the table as a shield.<br><br>Elizabeth looked at him, mouth open in surprise, not really sure what to make of it all.<br><br>Fortunately, the restaurant staff had handled similar situations, sometimes much worse with a recent veteran who suffered from PTSD.&nbsp; They moved in smoothly, not drawing attention, and quickly had the youngsters seated again.&nbsp; No one even really noticed.&nbsp; The actor who was playing the lead detective and story mover was already explaining how things worked and passing out clue sheets.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"That was exciting,"</strong> she offered as a way to shake off the awkwardness.&nbsp; <strong>"You moved really fast, like you didn't even have to think about what to do in a dangerous situation.&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; I was still trying to decide how loud to scream and you'd already moved.&nbsp; No wonder they've got you in track."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth scooted her chair a little closer to Tristyns and put a clue sheet in between them.&nbsp; <strong>"Did you get a description?&nbsp; That's the first thing they want to know."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 15:54:43</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>As they were seated once more she could see his face was beat red.&nbsp; He was flushed from the stupid act he just proformed, he was at the red to use the table to roll it to protect her to get her to the exit if needed.&nbsp; He was just glad he hadnt trult flipped the table yet. He fixed himself straightening his shirt and laying his napkin on one knee again as he let out a relaxing sigh "relax you fool, sont be nervous!" was all he said to himself. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Well years of fighting in school and having a Seal for a father kind of teaches you to be prepared...the best way I can describe it is like Robert Downey Jr. in Sherlock Holmes"</strong></em></span> She had heard the rumors of his father and how said they were, however he clung to the man and idealized him.<br><br>His arm brushed her leg ass she moved closer and he was surprised and happy he hadnt truly mad an arse out of himself just yet. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"hmm...lets see...he looks a little...like...this..."</strong></em></span> as he spoke he grabbed a pencil that was provided for them and jotted down a horribly drawn stick figure holding a horribly drawn and overly long hand gun <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"tada!... i should become a police sketch artist some day...dont you think?"</strong></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>The laughter was totally unforced, easy and not self conscious at all.&nbsp; She reached out and squeezed his hand, then took the pencil and added a ski mask and sunglasses.&nbsp; <strong>"Totally like him.&nbsp; Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to have a heart attack!&nbsp; Thank you for rescuing me,"</strong> Elizabeth added then handed the pencil back.&nbsp; <strong>"With moves like that, there's no way Daddy and his shotgun comments scared you.&nbsp; I think you were just letting him win, so he'd feel better.&nbsp; That was sweet."</strong>&nbsp; She leaned over and kissed his cheek then pulled the questionnaire closer.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's crack this!"</strong><br><br>They didn't win, but they had a great time.&nbsp; There was laughing and the occasional flirt and random touches.&nbsp; The meal was good too even though Elizabeth left most of hers uneaten, presumably to save room for ice cream or to keep her slender figure.&nbsp; She did offer it to Tristyn to finish, knowing boys were always hungry.<br><br>As they left, Elizabeth took his hand instead of his arm. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:33:29</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>As the night went on he wore his charasmatic smile like a badge of honor, losening up he felt at ease near her and she could subtly tell this.&nbsp; As the fake detective asked questions and what not he had his arm about the back of her chair and they seemed to have scooted closer if that was even possible.&nbsp; He laughed at the shotgun comment <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"you've never heard thecomment, guns dont kill people, fathers with daughters do?"</strong></em></span> he joked as he reached over and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.&nbsp; As she lent in to his his cheek he sat in shock for a few minuets as his hand traced the spot, however he was drew back to reality as she tugged him into the paper.<br><br>Holding her hand felt right, and held it firmly yet not to much to crush her hand.&nbsp; He swung their arms softly as they walked towards the icecream shoppe.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"So enough about how awsome I am...."</em></strong></span> he joked to her <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"whats your story? where does Ms. Elizabeth Goetz see herself in 5 years?"</strong></em></span> he lead her up to the front of the icecream store and stared at the board.&nbsp; When their turn was up he order <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Pistachio Nut...best kind of icecream around, dont let anyone else fool you"</strong></em></span> he smirked with a green icecream mustache before wipping it away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 18:59:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br><strong>"Five years?&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; Daddy wants me to go to Rice, but I'd kind of like to go to UT."</strong>&nbsp; She mimed the hand sign <strong>"Hook 'em Horns!&nbsp; Only Daddy says Rice is better for networking and I won't, there won't be...problems,"</strong> she finished.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, sorry,"</strong> Elizabeth told the girl working the counter.&nbsp; <strong>"Vanilla bean please, in a cup."&nbsp; </strong>She laughed at Tristyn's mustache and patted it off with a napkin.&nbsp; <br><br>When they had their ice creams, she cut in front of him and paid for them before going to sit down at the tall table.&nbsp; Standing, the top of it was almost up to her breasts and the tall stool made her feet dangle like a child's.&nbsp; This was nothing new to her and she ignored it as she had all her life.&nbsp; <strong>"That was really a lot of fun, Tristyn.&nbsp; Thank you for taking me."</strong>&nbsp; She ate some of her ice cream, little pink spoon dipping in and out like a hummingbird's tongue and she took as little each time.&nbsp; There was no way she'd finish before it melted.<br><strong><br>"Tristyn?&nbsp; Do you want to talk about your dad?&nbsp; I mean, I've heard some things but..."</strong><br><br>Unseen by either of them, a member of the football team was watching through the windows, his own date on his arm, and was texting his Captain and Quarterback.&nbsp; He even raised the phone up and took a quick picture of Tristyn and Elizabeth together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 04:31:42</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>He enjoyed her company as they sat there eating, he smiled as she looked like a child in the bar stool <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"well what do you want to do with your life?" </span></strong></em> he ate his cone merrily as he smirked watching her eat. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"im glad you asked me... well demanded this date"</strong></em></span> he joked with her.&nbsp; He hadn't noticed the football player with his girl as the crowds around the icecream was pretty busy.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew it was coming, but when she asked about his father he felt winded.&nbsp; He mentally prepared himself earlier in the day as he dressed and got ready for the date.&nbsp; However when the questions spilled from her lips it felt like a jab in his bruised ribs. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"NO....</em></strong></span> he spat out quickly, his head spinning, but at the same moment he breathed and relaxed taking a gulp as his eyes looked down <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I mean, no, im ok with it, I have a therapist for this and my boxing so I handle it..."</span></em></strong> he said nervously feeling like an arse for snapping lightly <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"I...I just dont want it to ruin tonight... but what have you heard?"</strong></em></span> his hazel eyes looked up to her innocent eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 14:00:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn<br><br>The spoon hung halfway between her mouth and the cup, then she slowly lowered it.&nbsp; Elizabeth hadn't expected anything like Tristyn's almost violent response to her question.&nbsp; For a moment she was scared and saw the primal anger and frustration inside the boy.&nbsp; Elizabeth looked down at her ice cream, then pushed it towards the center of the table.<br><br><strong>"It was our sophomore year,"</strong> she said quietly, eyes still on the table.&nbsp; <strong>"I was in Coach Dilby's history class when the note came in calling you down to the counselor's office.&nbsp; You didn't come back.&nbsp; Later that day, we heard that your dad had been-"</strong> she broke off, not quite sure how to say it.&nbsp; Elizabeth's fingers twisted at a napkin, making it into an origami of tension.&nbsp; <strong>"We heard,"</strong> she finished up without saying the word dead.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, Tristyn.&nbsp; That was a horrible thing to do, for me to do, on such a nice night.&nbsp; I'm sorry."</strong>&nbsp; She looked up at him without raising her head much.&nbsp; <strong>"Everyone said you were different after that.&nbsp; Jacob, Jacob Blake, he said you never finished your Eagle Scout project and dropped out of the troop."</strong>&nbsp; She'd heard more, but wasn't about to risk making him even angrier.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'm done with my ice cream."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 02:10:37</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>His eyes glazed over as she spoke re living each moment as it went.&nbsp; He was summoned which didn't have him quite as worried as he should have been since he has spent time in the office before.&nbsp; Yet when he entered the room and everyone gave him a sorrowing look, he knew something was up, and when he found out what that something was, his life did change, he, did change.&nbsp; He came back to reality shaking his head <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Jacob was a lazy arse who was ridding on my back to get his eagle scout... he was just upset there was no more free ride...."</span></em></strong> His eyes sharpened as he stared passed her across the small eating area near the windows.&nbsp; Jameson Moore, a new minion to Scotts little gang was taking photos of them and laughing with his little girlfriend who looked dirtier then a McDonalds parking lot.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Excuse me..."</span></em></strong> he pushed away from the table and she could see he was focused on something.&nbsp; In moments he was confronting the junior grabbing for the phone that had taken the photos. She could hear them as the spoke with angry tones, everyone could hear them. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Fuck off freak..."</strong></em></span> Jameson said as he pushed Tristyn from him.&nbsp; In mear seconds they were in eachothers faces.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"Delete the God damn photos jock...dont ruin this night..."</em></strong></span> Tristyn spat back. Jameson just chuckled as he pocketed the phone <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"Ruin what, your little pity date....go ahead ask her if she'd date you on anyother occassion, she feels sorry for you, since daddys dead and all..."</em></strong></span> the last little part was all he needed.&nbsp; She could see it as clear as day, like someone turning a light switch on.<br><br>His muscles tensed and he went into full out RDJISH Mode (Robert Downey Jr. In Sherlock Holmes Mode).&nbsp; His mind clicked and he played scenarios off in his head as his eyes darted about understanding their surroundings.&nbsp; With gritting teeth he clocked the kid hard across the chin knocking him backwards over his date and toppling the table over. She knew this was it, people got up as some moved away, others chanted for the fight to continue on disgustingly placing bets on each of the kids fighting.&nbsp; As quick as he went down, Jameson was up and tackled Tristyn into a near by wall.&nbsp; Pinning him there he began a barage of hits to Tristyns torso and bruised areas.&nbsp; Clenching his jaw he heard his dads voice in his head. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"Let it be, brunt the pain, attack when open"</em></strong></span> with that as Jameson pulled back Tristyn brought an elbo down to the kids shoulder causing him to scream in pain.&nbsp; <br><br>Something surly was broken, but this didnt stop the enraged teen.&nbsp; He brought a knee up to the kids chin methodicly placing it in an eye which would cause him to straighten up faster.&nbsp; He played it off in his head <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Step one jab...step two jab...step three hook..."</span></em></strong> he lead his barage of attacks on the kid before snatching him by the shirt <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Step 11..."</span></em></strong> he mentally stated as he turned launching the kid accross the room.&nbsp; What he didnt calculate was her, the only thing that should have mattered to him all night, the only thing that could've mattered to him all year, Elizabeth Goetz.&nbsp; As Jameson was launched across the room he stumbled and flailed trying not to fall backwards, but as he fell, he took out the high seated table Tristyn and his beautiful date sat at.&nbsp; Jameson hit with enough force it caused her to fall backwards towards the cold stone ground. Tristyn stood there in shock as he came down from his rage, his eyes were locked at to where she fell, and as he approched her he spoke softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Elizabeth?..."</span></em></strong> the area was quiet as all that were watching obviously saw the error in his "planning".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 02:35:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn, Vivian<br><br><strong>"Tristyn, don't"</strong> she said and reached for his arm, but his ire was up and he was already gone.&nbsp; Her fingers grabbed at empty air and had no more chance of stopping him than he did of stopping himself.&nbsp; He was caught up in the moment, the emotions she'd foolishly brought to the surface.&nbsp; <strong>"Tristyn.&nbsp; Tristyn!"</strong> she was screaming now, like she was at a game and throwing her voice to the nosebleed fans, but it was lost in the commotion of the fight.&nbsp; <strong>"Stop it!&nbsp; Somebody stop them!"</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't the only one screaming, but he was beyond hearing.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd never, ever seen anything as brutal, as coldly calculated as Tristyn fighting.&nbsp; For an instant Elizabeth caught sight of his face and saw it so coldly focused it was as if he was a thing and not the sweet, sometimes awkward boy she'd been sharing ice cream with.&nbsp; The boy she'd been thinking about whether or not he'd kiss her, and what it would be like to kiss a boy, and if she needed to chew some gum first.&nbsp; The boy she'd be all over Vivian's text inbox about, blowing it up like in a song.<br><br>In the movies, she'd have seen the throw and Jameson coming towards her.&nbsp; There would have been enough time to try to do something, and look pretty doing it.&nbsp; Instead, the only thing Elizabeth saw was the ceiling spin crazily down into where the wall had been and the impact of the edge of the table smack against the front of her nose.&nbsp; Pain exploded, so intense she couldn't even cry out, but just lay there trying to breathe in.&nbsp; When she did, the air was full of blood and she choked on it, then turned to the side and half-spit, half-dribbled it out.&nbsp; It tasted like old pennies smelled and Elizabeth saw the scarlet ribbons of it running across her hands when she brought them up to her face.<br><br>Then he was there, looking down at what he'd done.&nbsp; Elizabeth shook her head, pretty eyes full of pain and tears and something else.<br><br>Fear.&nbsp; Elizabeth was afraid of him.&nbsp; When he came closer, she scuttled backwards until stopped by the wall.&nbsp; Elizabeth shook her head side to side, stopping him.&nbsp; <strong>"Just go!"</strong> she called out, voice thick. <strong>"Just go.&nbsp; I hate you!"</strong> she called out, then got to her feet and stumbled into the ladies room, leaving a trail of pretty red drops in her wake.<br><br>Elizabeth shut herself into a stall and fumbled her phone out.&nbsp; The screen streaked with her blood but she still managed to make it dial Vivian's number.&nbsp; She was crying so hard she could barely talk when Vivian answered.<br><br><strong>"Someone call the cops!" </strong>a voice inside the ice cream shoppe shouted.&nbsp; Tristyn needed to leave, now, before they arrived.&nbsp; Jameson's date was already picking him up and screaming at him, dragging him towards the exit.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 02:53:22</strong>
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				(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> See Photo to right, minus hat<br><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>It all happened so quickly, he had it all planned in his mind, how to fight, how to win.&nbsp; Yet he didn't win, and within seconds his world had come crashing down.&nbsp; The girl of his dreams locked herself into the womens restroom, as blood streamed from her nose.&nbsp; Blood, he hurt her, he drew her blood and at that moment his stomache began to lurch and he was feeling sick.&nbsp; So much pent up anger had released and he lost sight of what really matter.&nbsp; He was so worried about what the jocks thought that he didnt see how she felt.&nbsp; He braced against the wall and gulped.&nbsp; Straightening up he was about to go into the ladies room as he heard someone screaming about the cops. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"...Really..."</em></strong></span> he said as he lowered his hand from the bathroom door.&nbsp; He halfed turn ready to run <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"Elizabeth...f you can hear me...I'm..I'm..."</em></strong></span> he shouted at the door hoping he'd hear him.&nbsp; But as reality set in he never said the word Sorry, to her as he fully turned and ran off into his Trans Am.&nbsp; <br><br>With the engine roaring he was going way over the speed limit.&nbsp; His jaw was clentched and he needed to get away.&nbsp; So soon enough he found himself in the place he had planned to bring her.&nbsp; The place he thought she might think was lame.&nbsp; On friday in nems classed they had talked about masses of planets, Nem announced that a metor showere would be going on Sat night around 11.&nbsp; He lay on the hood of the Pontiac stairing up at the falling stars as his world had just fallen around him.&nbsp; With a clenched jaw, his hazel eyes were lost in the night sky as he set one wish out <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"when will it all just...end"</span></em></strong> he whispered softly into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>It was and old Jeep not exactly a sports car. At that time it was all she could really afford. A couple of years of money stashed in a shoe box she would tote from foster home to foster home hidden away. Odd jobs as a waitress or whatever she could find was finally enough to buy a four by four right out of the seventies. The distinctive wine of the transmission kept her focused as she peels through the streets. Jogging pants and a white blouse a sign that this Saturday Night she had elected to stay home, and with the teary call from Elizabeth, she wonders if Elizabeth should have done the same thing.<br><br>Her mind swims with the terrible things that -could- be wrong. She knew some about the person she was going out with, she had heard that he had major anger issues. Tires squeal slightly as she comes to a stop. The keys pulled quickly from the ignition as she runs towards where Elizabeth had called from. There was already a commotion, people talking excitedly, and even a squad car parked out front. Her heart skipped a beat, but the lack of flashing lights and a confused looking officer speaking with a group of patrons saying <em>'Wait, what now?'</em> calmed her a bit. Dodging around tables and chairs she moves towards the women's restroom.<br><br>The door pushed open slowly, she glances around within. <strong>"Elizabeth? Elizabeth? Are you in here?"</strong> She asks out loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:42:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Obeh heah,"</strong> came the stuffy, pitiful sounding reply.&nbsp; Elizabeth had shut herself up in a stall, but threw the latch when she heard Vivian's voice.&nbsp; She sat on the seat, face already swollen so much her eyes were puffy little slits and it looked like she'd gone positively medieval with the blood.&nbsp; It was all down her face and chin, on her dress, on her shoes, on the floor and bloody handprints were decoupaged with toilet paper where she'd tried to stop it.&nbsp; When she saw Vivian, Elizabeth burst into tears and stood up, helplessly reaching out towards her friend but afraid of touching her.&nbsp; "It hurts so much, Viv," she sobbed.&nbsp; <br><br>Did she mean the nose, or the date?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:13:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"Okay, just give me a second Elizabeth... I'll be right back, I promise."</strong> With that she quickly slips back out into the establishment proper. Somehow a plastic baggie&nbsp; filled with Ice comes back with her. <strong>"Okay, hold this to your face, it'll be cold, but it will make the swelling a little better and it will make it hurt a little less, okay?"</strong> She hands the baggie to her longtime friend, arms extend and coil around her longtime friend she did not care about the mess, about the blood or about anything else, she simply needed to hold the other girl close for a moment.<br><br>When she withdrew her white blouse was streaked with red, she very much looked like a victim of a violent crime herself. <strong>"What... in the world happened to you?"</strong> She asks as she brings her own hand up to gently hold the icy bag to the nose of the other woman. The bag withdrawn after a few seconds, and a single hand coming up to gently press against the bridge of the abused nose. <strong>"Well... good news it's not broken, but... it looks like two black eyes and some swelling for about a week, maybe more."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:41:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth "Two Black" Goetz<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Ice Cream Shoppe (-pe, how pretentious!)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vivian<br><br>The sting of the ice shouldn't have been a big deal after the table hitting her and the dull, throbbing ache that had settled in.&nbsp; Still she cried out like a baby when Vivian put it on, and again when she took it off.&nbsp; At least the blood had stopped, though she could still taste it, all coppery and salty, in her mouth.&nbsp; <strong>"Owie owie owie!" </strong>she exclaimed when Vivian probed it, but didn't jerk away.&nbsp; Vivian could have been a trainer, she knew so much about common injuries.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Daddy is going to freak the freak out,"</strong> she said glumly.&nbsp; <strong>"Let me see."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth leaned on Vivian far more than she needed to on the way to the mirror.&nbsp; <br><br>It was someone else. No way was that girl her.&nbsp; No way.&nbsp; She looked like she'd gone twenty seconds with a hungry Mike Tyson, and been an extra in a zombie flick.&nbsp; Her shoulders shook, and she turned and buried her head against Vivian, not even caring how much it hurt to press her nose against her friend.&nbsp; <strong>"He hit me,"</strong> she managed to get out.&nbsp; <strong>"I can't believe he hit me."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth started crying harder.&nbsp; <strong>"I want to go, Vivvy.&nbsp; Please, let's go."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 18:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Off Roading!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>She wrapped a single arm around Elizabeth. Pulling her shorter friend close, long ago did she stop caring about the crimson streaking and spotting on the white shirt that she wore. All that mattered at this moment was the rather sad girl she held closely to her. Her free arm reaches out pushing the door open to the restroom. The pace was slow and steady. As she walked her posture was straight and upright, head held high with a defiant look on her dark features which all but -dared- anyone to try and stop the pair or to even -say- anything as they moved. She wore confidence as a shield, not for herself, but for the girl huddled against her. She was there, and Elizabeth was under her care now. Even if she had to fight someone off physically she would.<br><br>The cool night's air stung at her eyes, only realizing then that they were a bit more moisture filled than she expected. The haphazardly parked red Jeep sat waiting for them patiently, The lack of a top or doors, both of which rolled up in the back made helping the injured girl up into the passenger seat easy. Reaching across Elizabeth's lap she gently fastens the lap-belt before moving over to the driver's side and jumping in. The old, but reliable engine starts quickly it's distinctive noise filling the air around it.<br><br>A frown pulls at the dark-skinned teen's lips as traffic had already begun to stagnate in the area. <strong>"Hold on, Elizabeth..."</strong> She instructed. A hand coming down to the smaller of two shifting levers, once resting on 2H she pulled it backwards until the selector lined up with 4H. With that she turns the wheel slowly at first. A look to the left, a look to the right, and another glance to make sure the police officer was still quite busy with his back turned and taking statements before the Jeep takes off. Cutting across the road quickly and into a green area across the street. What was once a vacant lot converted into 'green space'.<br><br>The four-by-four easily navigates the unpaved area, cutting across it, and away from the congested street. The ride was not as smooth as that on a proper road, but the low-ish speed keeps it from being a painfully jarring ride.<br><br><strong>"Who hit you, Elizabeth?" </strong>She asks as soon as she was sure the 'off road' trip had taken them sufficiently away from the scene of the trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 13:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Grassy Knoll (eep!)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian<br><br>Elizabeth didn't answer, just sat there hurting and wanting to curl up and go to sleep.&nbsp; She was afraid of how she looked, of what everyone would say, of whether or not she'd still be pretty afterwards.&nbsp; She was really afraid of what was going to happen when Daddy and Mommy found out.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"He was so nice, Vivvy.&nbsp; Mommy really liked him and Daddy didn't grump him off and scare him away and he even brought me a rose.&nbsp; It was cute."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't know where her purse was or the rose either.&nbsp; Elizabeth also realized she'd left her cell phone behind in the mess but no way was she going back for it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I know you didn't want me to go out with him,"</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth said.&nbsp; She and Vivvy had argued about the date and she wasn't really sure why.&nbsp; Vivian hadn't been able to explain it and Elizabeth hadn't tried, had only been wrapped up in the excitement of her first real date.&nbsp; It had been as unpleasant a time as they'd ever had together and almost ended up in a real fight.&nbsp; Elizabeth's feelings had been hurt, and doubly so because she knew she was the reason Vivian was upset and didn't know how to fix it.&nbsp; <strong>"But...I wanted to so bad.&nbsp; I'd never had a date before, not a real one, and he was so cute and shy and nice.&nbsp; Not like Scott."</strong><br><br><strong>"It's my fault,"</strong> she said and started crying again.&nbsp; <strong>"I shouldn't have asked him about his Dad and made him mad."<br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 17:30:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Off Roading!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"Elizabeth! Nothing that could possibly be your fault would be enough reason to almost break your nose and give you two black eyes!"</strong> The dark-skinned woman exclaims. She glances towards her friend, a genuine worried look on her features. The types of excuses Elizabeth was giving was much like those an abused spouse would give. <em>'It's my fault, I shouldn't have made him so mad, he just accidentally smashed my face in'</em>. She kept her gaze fixed on the blond woman even as the Jeep slows down. She was -truly- concerned, whatever that violent psychopath did, he had somehow already formed an abusive relationship with her friend.<br><br>The breaks of the Jeep squeak slightly as the vehicle comes to a stop, still on the grass, but bordering a familiar street, the street that lead up to Elizabeth's neighborhood, and home. She reaches to the side, a single hand grabbing one of the slender, pale, but blood stained hands of the other woman. <strong>"Elizabeth, I want you to listen to me, please..." </strong>She began. <strong>"You are so utterly amazing, beautiful, bright, joyful... You deserve so much better than -this-. I know you were excited about a first date, but... Look, I am sure the next date will go better, just... be sure you decide to go out with someone you -trust-."</strong><br><br>She did not want to go too far, she knew her friend was already emotionally wounded. "Do... you want me to talk to your mom and dad about what happened?" She asks, offering to become a buffer between them if need be. <strong>"But even if I do... there is one thing I want -you- to do... I want you to talk to Mister Golden about this. He always has something wise and witty to say... Much better than I do!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 01:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Grassy Knoll (eep!)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian<br><br>Vivian always made her feel better.&nbsp; If she was on her period, Vivian always remembered to bring chocolate, dark as sin and twice as much fun, and a heating pad.&nbsp; If she was sad, Vivian found out why and made her happy again.&nbsp; If she was flying high with some new idea or plan, Vivian was right there with her and caught her when she fell because she hadn't thought it through.&nbsp; She was like the best sister ever.&nbsp; Why couldn't she be a boy so Elizabeth could date her and get married and have her babies?&nbsp; They'd be so pretty with her eyes and caramel skin and Vivian's hair and they'd be twins and she'd name them Micah and Leah.<br><br>The bad thing about Vivian was she pushed you to do things you didn't want to.<br><br><strong>"It was my fault,"</strong> she said stubbornly.&nbsp; <strong>"We were having ice cream and he'd protected me at the murder mystery theater and it was going so good.&nbsp; I couldn't wait to get home and call you and tell you all about it until you fell asleep on the phone again.&nbsp; Then I fucked it up."</strong><br><br>And that right there was a measure of how upset Elizabeth was.&nbsp; She never cursed.&nbsp; Never.&nbsp; It was surprising she even knew the word, much less used it.<br><strong><br>"No.&nbsp; I don't want you there when Daddy finds out.&nbsp; He'll try to blame you somehow and that will just make me have a fight with him and that's bad." </strong> She leaned back against the seat and drew her legs up beside her, making her body into a tight little ball.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Take me home, Vivvy.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; I just want to take a shower and go to bed.&nbsp; Tomorrow I have to tell Daddy and Mommy and then I'm sure it's all over Facebook already.&nbsp; Jameson was taking pictures and his girlfriend, that Shelley chick, was there too.&nbsp; I bet she's already posted it and the pictures if Tristyn didn't break Jameson's phone."<br></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 07:15:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Off Roading!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Dark lips remain pursed for a few moments until she simply nodded her head. A foot comes to to depress and hold down the brake petal even as the jeep sat idling still just off the road, up with Elizabeth's house laid. Leaning to the side across gear shift levers a single arm wraps around the blond woman's shoulders in a tight, but awkwardly positioned embrace.<br><br><strong>"Let's get you home... I think you left your phone back at the Ice Cream Parlor, I'll find it and bring it to you tomorrow." </strong><br><br>With that the break was released, the smaller of the pair of shifting levers pushed back up to 2H as the jeep gently and easily rolls over the curb and onto the residential street, and only a few short blocks from home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Time</strong>:&nbsp; Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Goetz House<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian<br><br>When they made the corner onto Elizabeth's street, she suddenly clutched Vivian's arm.&nbsp; <strong>"Stop!"</strong><br><br>Two police cars sat in front of her house, looking out of place in the very upscale neighborhood.&nbsp; The front porch lights were on and many of the interior lights in the house as well.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh, snails,"</strong> she said softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Snails, snails, snails,"</strong> Elizabeth cursed.&nbsp; <strong>"How did he, they, find out?&nbsp; Vivvy, you have to go."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth unbuckled the belt and half-slid, half-fell out of the high seat of the Jeep.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 00:26:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Goetz House<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>She glances towards the parked police cars, her own dark eyes narrowing slightly, <strong>"That's probably a good idea..."</strong> She offers as she looks over towards Elizabeth. <strong>"Go on.. Your home at least. call me as soon as you can, okay?"</strong><br><br>She watches her blond friend move towards the house she lived in. She was not willing to drive away, not yet, not until she was absolutely sure that she had gotten -all- the way home safely. She sat there idling in her Jeep until she was able to see Elizabeth go -in- the front door. She continued to silently curse herself for allowing her friend to get hurt in the first place.<br><br>Once the front door closes she backs up the four-by-four, speeding off down the road the opposite direction. Dark hair flowing behind her in the breeze caused by the topless vehicle. It was a cool evening, but the crisp air felt pleasant, kept her awake, aware. It was at that point that no matter what happened, she was going to stick to Elizabeth, she was -not- going to allow her friend to be hurt again and not be there to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 06:50:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59830)</div><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix <br><strong>Dressed in:</strong> same as photo but with a white tshirt on<br><strong>Time</strong>: Tuesday, inbetween 6th period and 7th<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth <br><br>"Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout <br>Somebody else <br>It's best if we all keep this under our heads <br>I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do <br>But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now <br>There's no getting back to good"<br><br>The song lyrics played softly into his ears as he slowly made pace down the hall towards his locker.&nbsp; His head was hung low with a halfway zipped up hoodie hidding his features.&nbsp; The song ended and soon a Jonny Craig single lingered on into his skull as he rounded the corner of the hall.&nbsp; That is when his hazel eyes saw her, back to him as she was leaning against her locker going through her own books.&nbsp; Sunday flooded into his head as he stooped at the corner leaning on the wall.<br><br>Early sunday morning he had woken on the hood of the 73' Trans Am with a cold splash of water.&nbsp; Saturday night he had watched the showering stars across the night sky.&nbsp; He had fallen asleep listening to his Zune after plugging the ear pieces in to try and forget about the horrid night that just occured.&nbsp; Now as he jumped awake from the cold water he saw Jefferson, his fathers best friend, holding the bucket.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Get your lazy ass up Tristyn..."</span></em></strong> he yanked the kid from the car before landing a right hook across his chin.&nbsp; This was as real as it was, the taller black man pulled tristyn from the ground looking him in the eyes <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Police startled your mum at 0700..something about you....HITTING A GIRL!"</strong></em></span> he landed another hook into the teen before dropping him to the ground. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"get the fuck up..your motehrs at work... that military thing where she CANT miss... but I had off, so she asked me a favor to find you...no get up..you wanna hit a girl... ill give you something to hit..."</span></em></strong><br><br>The had duked it out for what seemed like an hour Jefferson claimed 99% of the hits, however Tristyn did get a few good ones in.&nbsp; Now Tristyn traced his still slightly swollen eye socket, a blood vesel had blown in his left eye causing it to be red.&nbsp; He had skipped school on Monday, to ashamed to afraid to show up.&nbsp; Tuesday rolled around and at first he decided to miss however his mother came and forced him to school with a saddening look across her face hoping what was said wasnt true.&nbsp; So when he came back to reality he advanced slowly making sure his hood was up so others couldn't see him, so she couldnt truly see him.<br><br>He lent softly against the locker next to her as her back was towards him still.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Don't turn..."</span></em></strong> he said softly as insitincts would want her to turn, he stopped her softly not harming her. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"i dont want eye contact..."</span></em></strong> his eyes feel as he began his speech <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The cops came, questioned my mum... she thinks for some reason thinks i abused you... something about your father is oddly enough convinced that I layed my hands upon you..."</span></strong></em> he shook his head softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I'm sorry for what happened... but i didn't hit you, yet everyone here thinks I did... For christs sake, Nem thinks I hit you..."</span></em></strong> It was true, the Physics teacher also held Tristyns 3rd period study hall and as the bells rang to let them out he held Tristyn back and barraged him with questions. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"..yet its all truth some how..."</span></em></strong><br><br>He gritted his teeth as anger coursed through him and she could tell as his tone deepened. He wanted to so badly turn her to face him, to see the damage that technically he did enduse, but truthful he never was the one that lay the hands upon her.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That fuck Jameson........Well look at this way Liz, no more pity dates, no more feeling obligated to be NICE to the freak..."</span></em></strong> he began to push from the lockers pulling away from her <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"....one year and Im gone, just highschool history... day cant come quicker..."</span></em></strong> he rolled away from her into a small crowd of kids passing by, if she were to look back shed only catch the back of his hoodie as he rounded the bend towards the schools enterance.&nbsp; Oddly enough their 7th period physics class was the opposite direction, something suggested she wouldn't see him there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:40:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Thomas Baker/ technically no one yet<br><br>It was early in the evening when Jack got into work today. With his gear stowed away in a locker in the break room, he wore a simple, humble blue&nbsp; dress shirt and black slacks, with a name tag pinned to his shirt; <strong><span class="bbc_u">Hello, my name is Jack!</span></strong> was displayed prominently on the tag, right under <strong><span class="bbc_u">Tatnuck Books</span></strong> the name of the place he worked.<br><br>Currently, he was busy&nbsp; re-organizing the shelves in the "Graphic Novels" section of the store, because some idiot had previously left a soda can on one of the shelves, and the books were all messed up. He did not like it when people were so fragrantly disrespectful, but as he didn't know who the culprit was, their was little he could do about it, except clean up the mess, and re-organize the books. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:11:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago, late evening<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena passed in front of the gate, rubbing her arms and trying to fight the cold that went all the way to her bones. Her boots slid along the sidewalk as she dragged them back and forth. <strong>"He said to come...that I could." </strong>she told herself and again looked at the buzzing buttons. All she had to do was hit a button and ask if he'd let her in. After a moment someone came up and unlocked the gate to the apartment complex and walked in. Elena used that moment and slipped into the in behind them. <br><br>Counting off the doors she found Jack's once more, but stopped her hand short from knocking on the solid wood. Looking about she found her reflection in a window and brush her fingers through her hair and wiped away the makeup that had smeared. Taking a deep breath she stood facing his door once more. A shaking hand came up and knocked on the door in one quick rapid movement. Showing her hands back in her pockets she waited for him to answer the door. Even as she debated running for it, it wasn't his problem. But she just needed a distraction, and a place to hang out till she could be sure to not to go back to Dean and do just what he wanted. To do what it took to get that next fix, just a little bit of time. Is what Elena told herself over and over again?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:29:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>: About a year ago, late evening<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Elena<br><br>Jack was spending his evening the way he some times liked to; doing science, for fun. Currently, he was in the process of ensuring a carboy was truly sanitized, because he wanted to give making his own booze a try. <br><br>It was just as he was getting ready to start cooking the honey and other things he was planning to use to make mead, he heard an unsteady knocking at his door. He paused a moment, and wondered about who it might be; he hadn't heard the buzzer go off.&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging, he went over to the door, and spent all of a second peeping out of the little hole in the door, and, seeing who it was, he unlocked the deadbolt, then the regular lock, and opened the door. <strong>"Hello. You... look like hell. Have you been drinking again?"</strong> Their was, oddly enough, no apparent judgment or harshness to his voice; curiosity, if anything. <strong>"Either way, come on in."</strong> All Jack was wearing at the moment was a pair of denim shorts, and a white wife-beater, because he had not been expecting company, and it was quite comfortable for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago, late evening<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena was about to turn and walk away, she barely knew the man inside the apartment. Mister night in biker gear, he had helped her once and she hadn't even paid him back yet. Part of her felt bad for coming to him for help again. But at this point she had no one else. Sadly the only person she had left was strange. But she prayed this stranger could help her just get through one more night. <br><br>As he opened the door she brought a smile to her face. But it faded a bit as he asked if she had been drinking again. No it wasn't drinking she had been doing. As of late she had been just ending a long strung out week on heroin. The only problem was that she now was out of money and nearly found herself actually doing something she'd regret. Giving in and giving up the only part of herself that she had left. She nearly gave in and fucked Dean for a fix. And the sad thing was part of her actually wanted him. <strong>"Yeah I have, I...I can't go home. And I remembered that you...umm...you said I could come back her if I needed to."</strong> she said stepping in. She bit her lip a moment and looked around, <strong>"I don't remember this place being so nice."</strong> she laughed a bit and shifted on her feet. <strong>"You sure its ok that I came by? I can leave if this is a bad time."</strong> she looked about his place suddenly feeling nervous that she'd break something or ruin what he had.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:57:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"It's not a bad time. Sure, you can come in. Do you want something to eat? I do more than just breakfast."</strong> He said with a smile. Once she was in, he'd shut the door, and only lock it, and slowly make his way back towards the kitchen. He wouldn't mind cooking for her, even if he thought something was amiss; she didn't reek of alcohol. But, he wasn't just going to call her out on it. Maybe something else had happened; and if it was that, he had no place forcing it out of her.<br><br>But, for now, he went to the fridge, and got out a bottle of water, which he brought over to her. <strong>"It looks nicer because I just got done cleaning the whole place just a few hours ago."</strong> And sure enough, everything did look freshly cleaned. The carpeted floor of the kitchen was vacuumed, the tiled kitchen and bathroom were washed and dried, the table and coffee table were scrubbed clean, so on, so forth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago, late evening<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled softly simply standing there, not really sure what she should do. Suddenly feeling stupid for coming, but now that she was here there wasn't any turning back. When he asked about food Elena had to think. She honestly couldn't recall when she had last eaten. Had she forgone eating to pay for her own hit? She must have it, <strong>"Yeah food would probably be good. I'm not picky so you can make what ever. As long as I'm not the one cooking it were golden."</strong> she said with a forced laugh. <br><br>Waling over to the nearest love seat she sat down. Her legs so shaky they felt like they would give is she stood any longer. Elena felt antsy, her legs didn't want to stay still but she did her best to hide it. Looking up to him as he brought the water over to her she smiled again. <strong>"Thank you. And I meant more I don't really recall much from that day. but clean is good...yeah clean is always good.</strong>" she nodded and opened the bottle of water. Drinking half of it down like it was nothing as if she hadn't drank in days. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:19:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"Alright. I'll fix us up some burgers, then. I'm hungry, too."</strong> He head back into the kitchen, and got out a cast iron frying pan, which he set out on the stove, which he turned on. Then he was into the fridge to get out some ground hamburger. He hand-formed two good sized patties, and placed them into the pan.<br><br>He washes his hands thoroughly in the sink, using antibacterial soap, and his elbows to manipulate the faucet handles, so he didn't get them dirty.&nbsp; As the burgers gradually begin to sizzle, he dries his hands, and sprinkles a light bit of salt and pepper over the burgers.<strong>"Do you want anything on yours? I have ketchup, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, and pickles."</strong><br><br>He was a bit worried when he saw how much water she had drank in one go; she was likely dehydrated, which would make sense if she had been drinking. It also made sense if she just wasn't taking care of herself. But, while he might ruminate on it, he won't say anything yet. <strong>"How have you been doing, overall?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:35:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled and sat back, <strong>"That works for me. And good, I'd hate to be putting you out."</strong> she said watching him set to work. He was making the burgers fresh. The freshest thing she made food was a bowl of cereal or raman. Then he washed up, she noted how clean he seemed to be. Elena wiped her hands along her jeans, realizing she must look like a mess.<strong> "The works, I love a loaded burger."</strong> she said taking another sip from her water bottle. <br><br>Elena looked down at her still lightly shaking hands as he asked how she had been doing. How could she simply tell him that she wasn't ok, the week had sucked and she was fiending for a hit that was only a phone call away? She couldn't so instead Elena simply avoided the question. <strong>"I've had better, but it's ok. What about you?"</strong> she asked more than happy to change the subject from her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:50:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br><br><strong>"Alright."</strong> He flashed her a smile, and got out a few things; a small wooden cutting board, a chef's knife, a spatula,&nbsp; &nbsp;some other things. He gave the burgers a flip, and then set about getting a tomato and some lettuce from the fridge. Both get a good washing, and freshly chopped up.<strong>"How done do you want it?"</strong><br><br>As she questioned him while he worked, he would pause for a few moments, as if thinking it over. <strong>"Pretty good. Things have been quiet lately. And I bought a new bauble for my bookshelf.&nbsp; Third shelf from the top, left hand side. Her name is Guanyin. She's sort of a Buddhist angel."</strong> Well, he thought that was a good approximation, though her titled was entirely different. He didn't want to just launch into a long-winded explanation if she didn't care.<br><br>As he continued to diligently prepare the condiments, he would occasionally pause to flip the burgers; also, to slice the rolls he was going to put them on. Kaiser rolls. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Statuette</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fengshuioutlet.com/shop/image/cache/data/fsol/b_8122623-170x170.JPG)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 06:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled and shrugged, <strong>"medium I guess, but you’re the chef surprise me.'</strong> she said drank the last of her water without realizing she had done so. She smirked and laughed a bit standing to walk over to the trash, <strong>"I guess I was thirstier then I thought."</strong> Elena said looking back over to the shelves she had seen before. <strong>"Really, you get her for protection? I wouldn't think you need protecting from anything."</strong> she smiled and laughed sliding her hands into her pockets to keep them still and walking over to the shelf. <br><br>Elena looked over the shelf and what he had there. It spoke so much about him without her even having to ask. It seemed like he had found a path in life, and that he know who he was. Elena wished she could have that type of stability in her life. "<strong>maybe I should get a little angel in my life. Then again I don't think it would do me much good."</strong> she laughed and turned from the shelf walking back over to the kitchen. <strong>"That smells amazing. Where did you learn to cook anyway?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 06:43:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"No, as a reminder. Compassion. That's what she resides over. She features in quite a few stories in the religion."</strong> He flashes her a smile. <strong>"Maybe you do, and don't know it. But then again, I've never been one to place faith in anything I can't observe as existing."</strong> The part of him that was philosophical, and even a little religious, was always held in check by the fact that he was, first and foremost, an empiricist. <br><br><strong>"I taught myself, actually. Some stuff I learned from my adoptive mother, but most of it I've just picked up on my own, over time. Reading cookbooks and recipes posted online, and experimenting on my own."</strong> He put a few small dollops of ketchup and mustard on the buns, and then put those condiments away. Giving the burgers another flip, he turned off the stove, and placed each one on a bun. Then came the slices of tomato and lettuce, followed by pickles. <br><br>He got down two plates from the cabinet, and transferred each of the burgers from the cutting board to the plate. He offers her one of the plates, and goes towards the fridge; again. <strong>"Want some more water? Or a coke, this time?"</strong> Whichever she wanted, he'd grab a can or bottle for her, and a can of coke for himself, and bring them over to the dining table, along with his plate. <br><br>Their was a freshly, fulled filled glass pepper and salt shaker set in the middle of the table. He sat in one of the chairs on the side close to the door, and waited for her to join him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 07:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled softly and shrugged, <strong>"I guess I'd have to wait and ask when I get to where ever it is I'm going."</strong> she said knowing it wouldn't make sense to him more than likely. But to her it did, <strong>"I believe there is a god...because he hates me."</strong> she said with a soft laugh. She trusted him enough to make her burger so Elena sat at the table. Her whole body ached, but at least she could feel it. The numbness that lasted for hours was starting to worry her. But the short lived ecstasy was well worth it...right?<br><strong><br>"I can't cook; I'd probably starve if it wasn't for microwaves."</strong> she laughed rubbed her hands together as if she were cold. <strong>"My mom died when I was young and my dad just wasn't much of a home maker. Though he makes the best pancakes ever, not that he has made them in years."</strong> she shrugged as if it was just fact and took her the plate from him. <strong>"Water is probably better for me since I'm so thirsty. I'll get you more when I get a chance. And take you out to dinner or something. I'd hate to be trying to pay you back and kill you with food poisoning."</strong> she said smiling and taking the water from him. <br><br>It took her a moment to get it open and take another drink. And her hands shook ever so slightly as she grabbed her burger and managed to take a bite. Elena chewed slowly, enjoying the flavor and the fact that she was finally eating. <strong>"Mmnnnn..."</strong>she made the sound in approval. Licking her lips she smiled. <strong>"Delicious. Really you are a great cook."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 11:22:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Maybe. I some times think if He's there, I've done something to get on his shit list... which, I imagine, is quite long."</strong> He chuckles after finishing speaking.<br><br><strong>"You don't have to pay me back. It's nice having some company for a change. I don't have many friends."</strong> Which probably seemed odd, given their own interactions. <strong>"And if you're ever hungry, stop on by again. The only thing I'll ask you to do is try and quit the booze. I know it's trite, but I've seen it ruin lives."</strong> Hell, if it wasn't for him, it could have ruined her life that night. Could have even ended it; and that thought spooked him.<br><br>He became quiet as he began to eat his own burger. Despite having the roughened exterior one would expect of someone who drove a motorcycle fast, and spent many nights in a biker bar, he showed a shocking degree of table manners. He ate quietly, and while he wasn't a slow eater, he wasn't gorging, either. <strong>"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."</strong> He'd say between bites. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:06:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled a bit and nodded,<strong> "Company is nice...when you have the right kind."</strong> she said and ate a bit more of her burger. Trying not to eat to fast and upset her stomach. She shook her head, <strong>"I haven't been drinking."</strong> she said without realizing what that could mean. No she hadn't been drinking, but at the moment she thought maybe it would help get the edge off. She cough and shifted in her seat, <strong>"I know what it can do. But sometimes a girl just needs a little help you know."</strong> she said with a soft laugh. <strong>"I won't drink if I come over again ok."</strong> Elena said opening that she could at the very least keep that sort of promise. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 13:29:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br>She hadn't been drinking. Was it something else she was doing, then? Or was she like this exactly because she hadn't been drinking, and desperately needed it? He wasn't sure, but for now, he just debates with himself on what he can do, and what he should do.<br><br><strong>"Everybody needs help now and again. But you can't run from your problems; you'll just die tired. Booze only makes it feel better, because it provides relief; but once it wears off, you're back to the same position you were in, and chances are, it's gotten worse. When you get an infected wound, for instance, you can't pussy-foot around with getting it fixed; otherwise, you'll get gangrene, eventually, and need to be amputated. Or you'll just die from system shock. And sure, that's a physical problem, and I'm skimping out on details, but you can apply it fairly well as a metaphor to other types of problems, too."<br><br>"The only true relief that exists in this world is solving the problem. Some times, we can't do that on our own, and that's what friends are for. Good ones, at any rate. The ones that matter." </strong>&nbsp; He pauses to take a drink of his soda. <strong>"And as they say, the first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have one. And if you do have one, I'd be glad to do what I can to help."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 23:06:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena stopped eating her burger as he started speaking. Licking her lips and wiping her hands a bit she listened to him speak. Let him get his short speech out.<strong> "You done?"</strong> she asked softly. If Elena wasn't feeling guilty before she sure as hell was now. She should have expected the speech coming, he was one of those guys. And she was starting to feel like maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here. <br><br>She shivered a bit and took a deep breath, <strong>"I get it."</strong> she frowned a bit. Part of her wanted to leave, but part of her just wanted a place to be safe. Even if it was just for the night. She just didn't know what to say anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 05:12:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"I am. And if it bothers you, just say so, and I'll stop with the pontificating."</strong> This was said with nothing less than absolute sincerity. <strong>"I'm sorry if I came on too strongly."</strong> He let out a small sigh, perhaps of disappointment; if that was what it was, it was certainly directed at himself, and not at her.<br><br>And now it was his turn to join her in being quiet; a quiet that could be easily be perceived as awkward.&nbsp; Soon, his burger was finished, and he silently excused himself to clean his plate, wash his hands, and wipe off his mouth with a paper towel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 05:31:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena shrugged, <strong>"I know the speech.</strong>" she said shifting in her chair her body starting to ache. <strong>"It's ok. I just can't...I mean..I..."</strong> she started to say things that he just didn't need to know. So instead she fell silent and ate her burger, finding she couldn't finish it before her stomach started to hurt. No doubt from not having eaten in so long. But you didn't really care about eating when you were flying high. <br><br>When he stood to clear his plate she did as well. Pushing slowly from her seat she picked up her plate in a shaking hand and started to walk towards the kitchen. But she didn't have a good enough grip on the plate and her hands were just shaking to much. It slipped from her hands and fell to the floor spilling the burger and breaking into several pieces. <strong>"Shit....I'm sorry."</strong> she said dropping to her knees and trying to pick it up. Having to shake her hands to try and get them to stop shaking enough to work. <strong>"I'm so sorry."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 14:26:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"If you believe you can't, then of course you can't. "</strong> Although just after saying that, he realized just how much of a hopeless optimist he sounded like. Still, it was true. <strong>"Doing anything right means giving yourself the chance to do it."</strong><br><br>When the glass breaks, he frowns, and goes over to the floor. He looks from her shaking hands, towards the glass shards as she struggles to get them. Why in the hell were her hands shaking so much? Was she upset or nervous? He was pretty certain that wasn't a craving for alcohol. Not wanting to just stand there, though, he would move to pick up the glass chunks. <strong>"Your hands are shaking. You'll get cut. Just pick up the food, alright?"</strong> Their was both sternness and caring in his voice. He was basically commanding her, but out of a genuine desire to ensure she didn't get hurt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 00:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena worked to pick up the food, despite her hands shaking she was able get it all up. She stood to throw it away and froze when she heard a very small clatter on the floor. Glancing down she saw her pipe fall to the floor. Normally she didn't smoke what she got, it ruined your teeth over time. But she resorted to what was cheapest in the last days. <strong>"Shit."</strong>she cursed and grabbed it up. Shoving it back in her pocket praying he didn't see anything. <strong>"I'm sorry...I...should go."</strong> she said tossing what was left of her food. "<strong>I'm sorry for being so much trouble.</strong>" Elena spoke and wiped her hands suddenly nervous and in front of him very much ashamed of herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 19:31:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br>She wasn't the only one that heard the clatter. With a lack of background noise, and a good set of ears, he picked it up easily; and his sharp, quick moving eyes locked firmly on the object before she could fully get rid of it. <strong>"I take it you don't smoke tobacco in that?"</strong> His words, like they often were, seemed oddly detached. He did not seem to be upset with her, or passing judgment on her; he seemed to somehow be entirely unbiased and removed from all feelings on the matter. Of course, that might not be the case; appearances can be deceiving. But, who's to say what's what, right now?<br><br><strong>"Don't apologize. You might be a bit of trouble, but I did invite you back, fully knowing that something might happen. To turn you away when you need help wouldn't be very compassionate, would it? But if you want to leave, you are free to. I can't force my help on you. All I can do is leave it open for you to take."</strong> If she was doing what she wanted, even if he took offense to it, if she wasn't harming another, he had no right to step in and force the issue. She was free to do with her life what she wished to; and yet, he would not condemn her for her actions, either way. <br><br>He finished gathering the glass shards, and carefully carried them over to the trash bin and placed them inside. Then, he went to wash his hands; he left the warm water running for her, figuring she'd probably want to wash up, too, if she hadn't taken the time to run off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 07:31:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br><br>Elena winced when he asked about her pipe. Could she lie? Would he believe she simply smoked a little bit of pot? It was certainly better than what she had tried earlier that day. <strong>"Ah...just some weed to help take the edge off."</strong> she said forcing a laugh. Looking about her Elena was confused at what she should do. She so wanted to go get a fix, maybe if she kept it small Dean wouldn't ask for such a high price? <br><br>Elena groaned and ran her shaking hand through her hair. <strong>"And what can you do?</strong>" she asked shaking her head. <strong>"I can't...I can't be fixed."</strong> she said shaking her head. Suddenly nervous about being in front of him. As he turned around to throw away the glass she started backing towards the door. Elena's body shook and it felt like the cold was going to eat away at every part of her. Maybe that was why her body was starting to hurt? She didn't know...she had no idea about anything. The only thing she knew was that Jack probably hated her, that he thought he was better than her. And he might have been but he didn't have keep being so perfect. As she reached the door Elena realized that there was nowhere else for her to go. At least not anywhere she wanted to go. <br><br>Turning around her hands shook, hell her whole body started to shake.<strong> "I'm not ok...I can't fix it. And I have nowhere else to go. But I can't sit here and listened...listen to how you want to make it better. Because there isn't anything that will make it better...nothing but another fix." </strong>she said and started to step towards him and stopped, <strong>"I can't be here and listen to you. I know your better than I am I know where I rate. But I have nowhere else to go. If I go back to him...I'll.."</strong>she looked up to him tears brimmed her eyes. <strong>"I..."</strong> shaking her head wiped her eyes with her wrists, <strong>"Fuck...I'm sorry I should go...yeah I should go."</strong> but even as she said that Elena didn't move...she couldn't.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 12:27:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Okay. No harm in that."</strong> For some reason, he felt like she was not being entirely forthright with him; but, he's not typically the kind of person to go spouting off hunches. Instead, he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt here. He also didn't care if she smoked pot or not; he chose not to, but he didn't see the drug as a big deal. He had no issue with naturally occurring drugs; it was the harder, man-made chemicals and shit he disliked the use of.<br><br>&nbsp;He stayed in the kitchen, watching her as she moved, and looked kind of like a spooked rabbit. <strong>"It's not that I'm trying to be better than you. I'm just doing what I think is right." </strong> He sighs, and shakes his head a bit. <strong>"As for making things better... you fix cars, right? People are like cars, too, you know. Even if a car's been totaled, their's still work that can be done to fix it, right? It's just a matter of having the right tools, the right assistance, and the time. And I said I would help you, in as much as I am able to. Not because I'm better than you, not because I'm trying to prove something to someone, but because it's just the right thing to do. I know that makes me sound like a self-righteous chump, but I'm being honest with you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 22:54:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena stood there shifting from foot to foot unable to hold still any longer. Her legs felt like there was something crawling under her skin. Wrapping her arms around herself she shivered. <strong>"I don't know what to do anymore." </strong>she finally admitted and looked to him.<strong> "I was...I was so close to...and he wanted me..."</strong> she spoke but wasn't making much sense. She again ran her fingers through her hair and looked about as if she was trying to find a place to run. <strong>"I don't know what to do...tell me what to do...just...just tell me what to do."</strong> she said looked to him trying to find an answer. Whey had she come her? Why had she even tried to stay away from Dean...from the drugs? Her whole body started to hurt and she was starting to wonder if it was really worth it. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br>And it was at this very moment, even without knowing who had done it, that the first seeds of hatred were planted in the metaphorical garden.&nbsp; He could see the way she looked ready to burst out of her own skin, and the sudden confusion; bits and pieces of her rambling statements, he drew conclusions from, though he was not entirely sure how close to the truth he was.<br><br><strong>"Come with me."</strong> He moved over to one of the loveseats in his place, and stood behind it, and gestured for her to sit.<strong>"Sit down.&nbsp; I can't imagine what kind of pain you're in, or what it feels like to crave something so badly you'd really do anything to get it... but I do know that you have the strength to beat it."</strong> Every word he spoke was as calm as they always were; and he had an amazing degree of confidence in his words.&nbsp; Jack was, in his own ways, wise beyond his years, and it seemed to be showing through now. In fact, Elena might find herself calmed and believing in herself, simply because of the way in which he spoke.&nbsp; His confidence, at least in this case, could easily inspire it in others.<br><br>When and if she sits, he would continue speaking. <strong>"It'll hurt, for a long, long time. You'll probably get violently ill, as your body works on detoxing itself. It'll be hard, but I'll do what I can to make it easier for you."</strong> Her words, her asking him to tell her what to do, was the sort of verbal contract he felt was needed before he could, in essence, take control over her. <strong>"And eventually, you'll beat it. And you'll be stronger for it. Are you ready to fight it, though?"</strong> Again, she may note, that he gave no indication that he was judging her, or doing anything but truly being motivated, by selflessness and compassion, to make her better. But, the question really was... could they really handle it? He'd never done this before, and despite his strongly confident exterior, their was some room for doubt in his heart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 09:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena moved with him over to the loveseat, she sat down. It thankfully took the weight of her already sore legs. She didn't hide anything in this moment, hell she couldn't even if she wanted to. Her body shivered lightly as the cold of the world beat at her. She smiled weakly as he spoke about her being strong. It was hard to see or know what he saw in this moment. Because she hadn't seen it in a very long time. <br><br>Elene wrapped her arms around herself as he spoke and described what was going to happen. She was already in pain, already so cold she swore her blood was turning to ice. When he asked if she was ready Elena froze in place. Was she? Was she really ready to change, to beat this one thing? <strong>"I want to be."</strong> she said softly looking up at him tears in her eyes. <strong>"I feel like I'm dying....and it already hurts so much."</strong> Elena took a shaky breath in. <strong>"I don't want die. Please,"</strong> she spoke and her hands gripped her sides. <strong>"Help me."</strong> she asked him for help, asked him to safe her take control and help her through this. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 14:24:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Okay."</strong> He says with a nod of his head, though he felt entirely uncertain how he's going to do this. <strong>"I want you to stay with me, here, for a week. No going anywhere without me, because that way, I can make sure you don't go taking anything, alright? But I'd much rather you just stay inside. I don't think you should be riding or working around cars."</strong><br><br><strong>"You can sleep on my bed. I'll take the couch. That way, I'll hear you if you try to sneak out. We could go and pick up some of your clothes, if you want, or you could just borrow some of mine. While you're here, I'm going to mix together some herbal teas and other health foods that will help your body to detox and heal, alright?"</strong><br><br>He walked towards the front door, and slid the deadbolt across the door. It was a noisy, cumbersome thing, and their was no real way to move it without making a lot of noise. He then turns to his left, and opens the door there, into the bathroom. <strong>"Here's the bathroom. If you need to go, if you feel sick, if you want a bath or a shower, this is the place to be. I keep clean towels in the cabinet inside.&nbsp; I have special Clary sage and geranium oil bath salts, which smell nice, and are really relaxing for me. You can use them, if you want. It might help you to relax."</strong><br><br>Now, he's off to the kitchen again, and he becomes quiet out there. But, he's obviously making something; filling a pot with water and putting it on the stove, plus getting things from the spice rack. <strong>"I think it's a good thing I got my shopping in today. Got my package of things, too. I'm going to make you an herbal tea, to help warm you up. Might be a little on the nasty side, but think of it as medicine. It will help your liver to process and filter out all the junk in your body." </strong><br><br>He mixed together a few dried herbs, which he had actually purchased because he wanted to make herbal liquor, and ground them up very finely in an old fashioned, stone mortar and pestel. These he ends up adding, along with a bit of lemon juice and sugar, to the water as it starts to boil. The irony of what he intended to use them for, and what they were now being used to do, was not lost on him. <br><br>In a few minutes, the whole apartment, Elena will note, is smelling kind of like a garden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 04:12:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena sat there listening to him, her body was shaking and she couldn't half make sense of what he was saying. He was telling her to stay, telling her that he would take control, take care of her. She just kept nodding to everything he said. Looking to everything he pointed out and trying to keep track of it all. But it was all coming so fast and she was just so very tried. <strong>"Ok...whatever you say."</strong> she said and swallowed the lump in her throat. <br><br>Watching when he went to lock the door she felt her body tense. This was it, no running, no hiding she was going to have to face the truth. She was in fact an addict, and this was going to suck on so many levels. <strong>"Ok, nasty medicine normally worked better right. We could try that whole spoonful sugar thing." </strong>she said trying to laugh. She would walk over to him and ask what he was doing. But at this moment Elena didn't think her legs would support her. <br><br>She shifted on the couch and rubbed her arms a bit trying to beat back the cold.<strong> "I guess I should give you this." </strong>she said and pulled out the pipe that was in her hand. She reached into her other pocket and pulled a bent spoon and other random things out of her pocket. If he knew anything about drugs it was clear she didn't just smoke her chosen poison. <strong>"There's more at my place...there's always more. We shouldn't go to my place. It...it's just not a good idea."</strong> Elena said and pulled her body up and curled up on the couch. <strong>"Not a good idea at all."&nbsp; </strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 18:34:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"A bit, at any rate."</strong> Not that bad of an idea. A heaping tablespoon of sugar should take the bite away from some of the bitter herbs, and give it a hint of sweetness.&nbsp; While he left the stuff to cook on the stove, he quickly took out his phone, and disappeared off into his bedroom.<br><br>He called his boss at the bookstore. He explained, without going into detail, that something big had really happened, and he needed the week off. A bit of back and forth ensues; it was, after all, pretty damn hard when Jack had already been all set to work the entire week, now he wanted it off.&nbsp; He said he'd find a way to make it up; whatever it was that was going on right now was just too important.<br><br>Come morning, he'd have to call the school and tell them he'd be absent. But, he'd need an excuse for taking the whole week off, and he'd hate to lie. Damn, what could he do?<br><br>Either way, he walks back out of his bedroom, and sees the stuff she's put down. He frowns, and while he does not know anything about drugs from first hand experience, he's seen a lot in movies, and read plenty of things about it. He knows what those things are, and he takes them all. Most of the stuff ends up just thrown right into the trash; not that it matter, a spoon was easily replaced, but the pipe? He had something more permanent in mind for getting rid of it.<br><br>He wraps several thick paper towels around it, and gives it a mighty whack against the counter-top. The sound of breaking glass is quite distinct and audible, but, he manages to not cut himself; nor did any of the glass shards escape from their papery prison. With it destroyed, he tosses it into the trash, too. <br><br><strong>"When you get better, we'll go to your place together, and we'll clean it out; together, alright?" </strong> He would say this as he strained out the bits of crushed herbs that didn't dissolve into the tea, and tossed those bits out; then he poured the tea into a big mug, and brought it over to her. Their were coasters on the coffee table, four of them, and he set her mug of tea down on one of them. <strong>"Let it sit for a few minutes, it's hot. Then, I really need you to drink it all. It'll help clean your body out of toxins."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 02:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Elena curled up on the couch after kicking off her shoes, and rubbed her hands on her legs as she tried to warm them. Watching him as he went into his bedroom wondering what it was he was planning. She had never done this, never been strong enough. And she still wasn't sure if she was now. But it was done, Jack was in charged. And she had no real way of turning back. <br><br>She shivered on the couch and waited for him to come back out. Hearing his voice for a moment she realized that he probably had to put off a lot to help her. As he stepped back out Elena looked back up.<strong> "I'm sorry I'm so much trouble. I guess I just attract it."</strong> she said with a weak laugh. But as he threw the contents of her pockets away she groaned. But then he smashed her pipe and she visible winced and looked away.&nbsp; It was stupid but watching him do that actually physically hurt. <br><br>Looking back up to him as he started speaking she shook her head. <strong>"No it's ok you don't need to come to my place."</strong> Elena said not wanting to force him to face her father. She had already been gone a little over a week. Another week and her father would probably be so pissed he'd probably kill her. She half laughed at the idea, survive detox just to die when she got home. Watching him place the tea she managed a smile. <strong>"You didn't strike me as a tea sort of guy."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:52:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"To be fair, I've always had the Luck of the Irish."</strong> He says with a slight, weak laugh. <strong>"Most people forget that that's a bad thing to have, though."</strong> He added, as an after thought, but didn't illuminate as to why it was bad. He didn't want to go getting carried off on a subject if she had no interest in it.<br><br><strong>"At this point, at some point, I do need to. I said I would help you. That means making sure your place is completely clean, too. I don't want you to end up falling right back into the habit. And if you've got family to worry about, I'm sure we can just pop in and out when nobody's around."</strong><br><br><strong>"Yeah, most people would say that. I'm a very complex person."</strong> He says this with a high degree of sheepishness. <strong>"I don't think their's too many people that get to see me behind the mask."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:08:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled lightly, <strong>"I guess it goes like that one saying. If I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all."</strong> she said and laughed a bit. Rubbing her nose a bit Elena swore her whole body ached. But she also knew it would only get worse before it got better. Though she nodded when he spoke about cleaning her place. She actually stopped for a moment trying to think if she had anything at her house. Maybe she had something stashed away there? <br><br>Elena fidgeted on the couch and rubbed her hands against her legs again.<strong> "Ok just have to make sure my dad's not there. He won’t be a happy when he sees me."</strong> she said laughing softly as she knew how much of an understatement that really was. <strong>"We live above the shop, so you already know where it is."</strong> she admitted not caring what he could think about that at the moment. <br><br>She smiled softly as he spoke about seeing him without the mask. <strong>"So I get to see more of who you really are? I guess I'm a lucky girl in a few aspects at least."</strong> Elena and looked to the tea, <strong>"How long am I supposed to wait?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:54:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br>He'd laugh a bit, and grin at her. <strong>"Yeah, that saying is about right. Still, through all the rain, their are some sunny days."</strong><br><br><strong>"Okay. We'll cross that bridge when we get there, though, alright? For now, just focus on trying to get better."</strong> He seemed about ready to sit down on the other love seat, but looked at her again. <strong>" It should be ready now, and, if it doesn't warm you up, I have a blanket I can bring out from my room."</strong> he'd offer.<br><br>The tea primarily tasted like lemon and sugar; but their were a lot of flowery tastes to it as well, including something akin to licorice. It would probably be a difficult thing to drink, but the medicinal qualities of the herbs he used were fairly well researched, and it should, by all rights, do something to help her system detox. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 05:58:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena laughed as he spoke, <strong>"Mister positive aren't you?"</strong> she smirked and reached for the tea. Cupping her hands around the cup of tea letting it warm her fingers. <strong>"I hope it does, it's like my bones are even cold if that makes sense."</strong> Elena said even as a bit of sweat beaded on her forehead. She sniffed the tea lightly before she brought it to her lips. Take a small sip from it to taste the liquid. <br><br>Elena licked her lips as the odd taste washed over her senses. <strong>"It's odd but ok. I've never had tea, well not any beyond the your normal sweet tea." </strong>she said trying to make small talk. But not really sure what to do or say anymore. <strong>"I bet you weren't expecting to spend your week with a drug addict."</strong> she said forcing a laugh but looking down at her tea still ashamed of herself. And realizing how awkward she was being. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 14:07:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"I prefer to think of myself as a realist."</strong> Their was a thin smile on his face, practically a ghost of one.&nbsp; He watched her as she sniffed at, and then drank, some of the tea.<br><br><strong>"Well, you didn't spit it out and accuse me of poisoning you. That's a good start."</strong> He was trying to be funny, though he thinks he might have goofed that up a bit. He thought the odd smell and taste might upset her stomach, but he was glad it didn't. <strong>"No. Mostly, I was expecting to experiment with brewing my own herbal liquor.&nbsp; But, I think this is going to be a better use of my time. Don't be so hard on yourself, alright, Elena?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 00:28:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena nodded, <strong>"I could probably use some one that tells the truth."</strong> she said sipped the tea again. She made a bit of a face but kept sipping at it as he said it was good for her.<strong> "I think I've done just fine on poisoning myself."</strong>She did smile to him though. His slight joke made her smile and she wished she could offer him more. But Elena felt so weak and tired at the moment it was all she could muster.<strong> "You make liquor, that has to take a lot of work."</strong> she said nodding lightly to his comment. <strong>"Easier said then done Jack. I don't really see the good in this now a days, leas of all me."</strong> she said looking down into her glass, <strong>"I hope your liquor tastes better then this tea."</strong> she said with a soft laugh and finished off the cup and handed it to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 18:01:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Well, for better or worse, that would be me. Their's a reason why I keep few friends, you know; it's because far too few people can actually handle the truth, without getting bent out of shape."</strong> And at this point in time, the only real friends he had were all in their late twenties or early thirties, though she has no way of knowing that.<br><br><strong>"I haven't tried to, yet.&nbsp; I've been reading up on it, though. I figured the first thing I would try is an herbal wine. If I could do that right, I'm probably going to move on to making mead."</strong> He says about the liquor. <strong>"The ahrdest part, really, is making sure that everything I use is properly sterilized. You can't use certain cleaners, because the chemicals might get into the booze and mess it up. And if you leave behind any bad bacteria, you could end up with the sort of 'bath-tub hootch' that made people go blind, back during prohibition."</strong><br><br><strong>"Well, maybe their isn't much good to see. Maybe that's the problem; it's literally not there. But that's not so bad. It just means you have to go out and find the good, right? Maybe I can help with that, too."</strong> He accepted the mug back, chuckling at her comment. He goes out into the kitchen, and rinses the mug out, then dries it off, and sticks it back into the cabinet. <br><br><strong>"It's like one of my mentor's used to say. If your problem is anything besides being dead, it can be fixed. Just need some ingenuity and elbow grease."</strong> He offered her a reassuring smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 01:27:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br><br>Elena nodded with a soft smile,<strong> "Truth is good, it hurts but its good."</strong> she said leaning her head on the back of the couch and pulling up her legs. She curled up against the back of the couch. Her red eyes still looking towards him. <strong>"Well if you ever get around to making some I'll try it. Just a sip though. Don't want to overdo it right."</strong> Elena said and rubbing her hands as she tried to warm them up. <br><br>"<strong>It sounds complicated though; I don't think I have the mind for it. I'm like this I can take apart and see how they work. I do better when I can see how things work. Get my hands on it and understand it. I understand motors, the way everything connects and works together. I know what each part does and how if one small thing can go wrong it will throw off the whole system."</strong> she said seeming to try and keep her mind off of her the way her body felt. Keep it on something that made sense and that she could control or understand. <br><br>She smiled softly and nodded, "Finding some good with is...well good." Elena laughed lightly watching him clean the mug and put it away. <strong>"You’re so neat and tidy. You must hate having such a messy person around. I'm all grease and muck...just dirty."</strong> she said knowing she was just some dirty thing that entered his life. It wasn't fair for him to have to clean her up, but she had no one else. As sad as it was a stranger was her only safe haven. She smiled softly at his comment. Truth be told she felt just about dead, and it was only going to get worse. Soon she'd wish she was dead, but Elena wasn't going to say that. Not yet...not now, right now she enjoyed his company and the sound of his voice. And for the first time felt safe, even if it was only for the moment<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 05:28:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Aye. Their's good pain and bad; everything has its bright and dark sides."</strong> He frowned ever so slightly when she mentioned having even a sip of alcohol. <strong>"Only if you get to the point where I think you can handle it. I'd hate for just a few drops of liquor to undo lots of hard work. I had an aunt, you know, she was an alcoholic... same as my birth father. My aunt ended up dying because she couldn't quit. Liver failure. I visited her every day, right up 'til the end, and it was pretty horrifying in those last few weeks."</strong><br><br>He sighed a bit, and then offered her a somewhat sad, apologetic smile.<strong>"Sorry. Didn't mean to paint the moment bleak. I think that's wonderful, that you can do that with vehicles. I am kind of like that, but with science. The moment I see how something's done, it's engrained, you know? I once made soap, five years ago, as a fun thing with my step mother. Still know the exact recipe, and I can even explain all the chemical reactions that occur."</strong><br><br>He chuckles a bit. <strong>"There's a good reason I get along with the science teacher. The first batch of stuff I make, I'll likely share it with him." </strong><br><br><strong>"I do like to keep myself, and the place, clean. I don't mind if you're a bit on the mucky side of things, especially given the circumstances. I've never been one to shy away from work." </strong> He is quiet for a moment, as he gets himself another can of soda. <strong>"Though, I bet you'd feel better with a nice, hot shower? It's open if you want. Or a bath. Just between you and me, I like to take long, hot baths. Great way to relax. I have bath salts and everything."</strong><br><br><strong>"There's towels right in the cabinet in there, and I can run your clothes through the washer and dryer. Or just give you some of my spare clothes. I have some older things, too small for me now, but I've kept them around. They might be around your size."</strong> He offered all of this with nothing less than absolute sincerity. Jack, it would seem, is one of those rare breeds of people; someone who is actually selfless, without being some knock-kneed coward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 06:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br><br>Elena tilted her head, <strong>"I don't think I've ever felt good pain."</strong> she laughed a bit and licked her lips. Feeling as if they were bone dry no matter what she did. Granted that could be more because her whole body felt off. Nothing felt right or normal anymore. She frowned a bit and nodded, <strong>"I get watching someone drink. I'm sorry about your aunt."</strong> she said wanting to ask him about it but she kept quiet. It was rude to push someone on this especially when he was helping her. <br><br><strong>"It's ok, the talking helps. Distracts me from the way I feel."</strong> she said and shifting on the couch. Her body was so tense it hurt, wincing lightly Elena tried to stretch a bit. <strong>"I was ok at science, probably failing now since I can't remember the last day I was at school." </strong>she said and laughed as if it were nothing. <strong>"I'll try some of your brew...if I can. Sound good?"</strong> Elena asked and looked to the bathroom. <br><br><strong>"I'd love a bath, I'm freezing and my whole body hurts. I know it's only to get worse."</strong> she said before he could say anything. <strong>"Plus I don't think my legs will support me enough to take a shower. So a bath...yeah a bath sounds good. With bath salts to boot, I may end up spoiled by the time this is over."</strong> Elena said smiling softly to Jack. <strong>"And you can do whatever for clothes. As long as I'm covered I don't care. I don't think I will be feeling very sexing any time soon."</strong> she said looking down a bit. She wasn't one to let people see her like this. So the fact that he was, was nearly too much for her. She knows that she'd probably never live it down. But in the end her health matter, and despite the fact that he'd see her at her worst. Elena knew she was lucky to have someone like him in her life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 01:47:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena<br><br><strong>"Ever done a lot of hard work? Every muscle aches, and you feel kind of numb, but you're happy, because you got the work done? Or right after an intensive exercise session. That's kind of like good pain."</strong><br><br>He smiled a bit, and went back towards the kitchen, getting a cold bottle of water out. <strong>"Well, I have soap, bath salts, and shampoo; all of it in the cabinet in the bathroom, with the towels. You can help yourself to whatever you want. If you use the bath salts, there's a measuring cup in there, right next to the container. Half a cup of the salts works best, I've found. It's tea tree oil salts, too; I think they smell nice. Plus, it's detoxifying. The salts will make you sweat a lot, which is why you should drink the water while you're in there.".</strong> He said as he offered her the bottle.<br><br><strong>"If you want me to do your laundry, just leave it right outside the door, and I'll pick it up. I'll be in my room, browsing the 'net. If you need help with anything, just give a holler, alright?"</strong> If she was cool with all that, he would proceed to go into his room, and unplug his laptop from the spot where it was charging; sitting on the edge of the bed, he'd go to check his email, and some news sites. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 09:24:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br><strong>"I've felt that, I guess that makes sense. I'm just a little fuzzy at the moment. But that does make sense."</strong> she said and sat up a bit. <strong>"A bath sounds good, especially one with all the add ons. If I'd known I'd be so pampered I'd have run here a while ago."</strong> she said trying to make a joke. <strong>"I'll go wash up now. Thank you...again."</strong> Elena said softly. <br><br>Elena took the bottle of water and slowly stood her body feeling like she was a hundred years old. It protested each movement but she pushed and forced her body while she could. Taking a breath she started towards the bathroom one arm already shrugging out of her coat. Her steps weren't very sure and she had to hold onto the wall a bit but she made it into the bathroom. She mostly closed the door behind her only a small gap left open. Mostly because she didn't notice enough to care. <br><br>Setting the bottle down on the counter, turned on the water and started to strip. Taking off her jacket and dropping it, her shirt and bra fallowed. Sitting on the toilet Elena pulled off her boots and set them to the side. Pulling off her socks and tossing them in the pile. Next were her jeans and underwear. It took a bit and her body was all but done at this point. But thankfully all she had to do was add the bath salt and wait for the tub to fill. As she did Elena scooped up her clothes and dropped them outside the door as she tried not to flash Jack. The cold air against her hot skin caused her to shiver. <br><br>After a few more moments the tub was full and she cut off the water. Placing the bottle of water down at the edge of the tub. Elena than slowly and carefully stepped into the tub. Sucking in air as pain worked through her bones, Elena slowly lowered her body into the tub. Letting the water and the bath salts do their work. Laying there a moment before she reached up and started washing her body and her hair despite her body just wanting to stop all movement. <br><em>There was a time I used to look into my father's eyes<br>In a happy home I was a king, I had a golden throne<br>Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall<br>I hear the songs from the places where I was born<br><br>Up on the hill across the blue lake,<br>That's where I had my first heartbreak<br>I still remember how it all changed<br>My father said,"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child<br>See heaven's got a plan for you<br>Don't you worry, don't you worry now"<br>Yeah!</em><br><br>Her mind couldn't think of anything but drugs and the pain of her body. So after a few moments Elena could be heard singing. Her voice soft and slighting strained due to being so tired. But it was still soft and beautiful, and it helped distract her mind.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 17:21:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon <strong>When</strong>: Five months before the plague <strong>Location</strong>: Warehouse on the outskirts of Dallas <strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><br>It was raining, the wind lashing the falling water so it drove across the parking lot sideways and leaving no place to shelter from the storm. Not that it would matter if Michael could find shelter, since the walk from the bus stop nearly a mile away from the meeting place left his clothing stuck to his skin and shivers racing down his spine. He'd be lucky to finish the day's purchase without catching a cold. Inside the building there was a space heater he could huddle near to get warm, but the man he was waiting for was late and he didn't have a key. Well, there was one hidden in a crack in the foundation above the door, but if he went inside that way the man would drive off instead of completing their deal. So he shivered and he waited.<br><br>To be fair, it wasn't entirely the man's fault he was late. His girlfriend was upset because another check to one of their many bill collector's bounced and she'd caught him in a shouting match as he tried to leave. Crime wasn't something the man wanted to do, it was something he <em>had</em> to do so he could put food on the table for his girlfriend and their kid. That's why Michael had picked him. Someone who didn't want to be a "bad guy" was safer, or so he figured. It wasn't like he had much experience with things like this, but he needed the papers if they were going to let him go to school. The man was a good forger, not great, but Michael only had to fool public school officials, not the IRS.<br><br>Thunder rumbled and the wind changed so the sheeting downpour hit the blind young man from another side. Bouncing in place a little to warm himself up, Michael wished he'd paid attention to the man's timeline a little more. Then he'd have seen he would be a little late and would have taken a later bus. Too late for that now, however, so he tucked it into the back of his mind as another lesson to be learned on how seeing the future was really not all it was cracked up to be.<br><br>Finally, the rumble that reached Michael's ears wasn't just the memory of lightning creasing the skys and a large, two-door pickup truck rolled over the gravel parking lot. Stopping just in front of the doors, the driver hopped out and rushed to get inside and out of the rain. Inside, he shivered and stomped, leading the way off the bare warehouse floor and into a sparsely furnished office. There, he turned on the space heater Michael had been longing for.<br><br>"Damn boy, you look like a drowned cat," the man declared as the blonde huddled hear the warmth and let out a sigh of pleasure. "I s'pose we can get this done and I can let you warm up a bit before sendin' you off ag'in. Le'see," dropping a briefcase he'd carried from the truck onto the flimsy desk and popped the clasps open. Inside were two manilla envelopes which he passed over to Michael. "Birth certificate and Social Security Card for one Michael Sandalphon. Some of the best work I've ever done, but, uh, why's a kid like you need this, anyhow?"<br><br>Michael didn't answer as he pretended to examine the documents, just glanced up as if he could actually see the man and then down at the papers again. He'd already been clear on this; Michael didn't want to give his name and he didn't want to know the man's either. He didn't want to know his wife's name or his son's. He didn't want to get to know him, or them. He'd seen them all die; knowing them before it happened would be too hard.<br><br>"These look good," the blind blonde said and pushed the small card and certificate back into their respective envelopes. From his jacket, he pulled a soaked letter envelope and passed it over before moving to the table and putting the documents inside the briefcase. Because of the rain, he'd requested and therefore paid for that, too. Fore-sight did have <em>some</em> perks.<br><br>The man counted the cash, then grinned and tipped his hat to Michael, "So does this. It was a pleasure doin' business with ya." He paused and frowned at the bedraggled blonde. "Is there some place I can take you, son? It's pourin' out there and you're likely to catch your death."<br><br>It was so tempting. The truck would be warm, he'd even be dry by the time he got back to the hotel. But they'd talk, he'd be asked to dinner, then to stay the night. From what little Michael had <em>seen</em> of the man, he knew he'd like him and his wife and son, too. That was the real reason he hadn't been paying attention to the forger's timeline, he didn't want to.<br><br>Shaking his head, Michael straightened and took his first step away from the warmth of the space heater. "No, but thank you." He took another and another until he'd reached the door. He didn't look back, didn't picture the little boy who would starve to death at his mother's side, and he <em>didn't</em> wish that he could have been friends with someone who could be a criminal and yet walk in the light. Walking into the rain, Michael turned his face up briefly and didn't cry because that was just rain water on his cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 23:38:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br>He smiled and laughed at her little joke. <strong>"I keep my friends as miser's keep their treasure. And you are my friend."</strong> He would say in response, hoping that did not come across as too trite;&nbsp; it was sincere.<br><br>He watched her as she went towards the bathroom, just to make sure she got there okay. However, once she was inside, he moved his way over towards the glass sliding door that led out onto the small balcony/porch of his apartment. He stared out of it, down into the parking lot; so when it was that Elena brought her clothes out, he did not catch sight of her.<br><br>He wouldn't have minded a flash of her beauty; but, he held himself to a standard.&nbsp; When he heard the clothes land on a pile on the floor, he waited a few more moments, until he was certain she was in the bathroom once more. Her boots end up by the doorway, next to his own, and he takes her clothes and goes off into the laundry room to do them.<br><br>Though he does end up handling her under-garments, he doesn't do anything lewd with them, as other men might. He treated them like he treated his own clothing. <br><br>While her clothes do their thing in the machine, he heads into his bedroom, to his closet, and looks through his things for a while. After a moment, he gets an idea; her clothes would not be ready for some time, so, he had something else she could wear. A nice, dark blue, terry cloth bath robe, with a cloth sash. It was big enough for him, which meant her more slender form should fit into it without difficulty. He brought it out, having never used it much, and left it hanging on the door knob of the bathroom.<br><br>While he was doing so, he could hear her singing; it was lovely, even if he could also hear the tiredness and pain in her voice. He only lingered long enough to leave it, though, as he felt like he was intruding upon her by listening; instead, he retires to his room, to check his email and do a few other things online. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 22:13:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena spent some time in the bath, her voice soft yet sore sang for a bit longer. She worked the soap and wash cloth over every inch of her. Seemingly trying to wash away all the bad. But Elena knew it would take more than a bath to accomplish that. Washing her hair as well, she sank down below the surface of the water to rinse it. Her eyes closed as she lingered, listening to the beating of her own heart. It seemed so much stronger than she honestly thought it was. And for as long as she could Elena stayed below the surface and listened. <br><br>Once she was done washing up Elena let the water out of the tub. Wiping it down a bit as she didn't want to leave any of her dirt behind. She already felt as if she were invading his home. Elena intended to leave it as clean and intact as it had been when she arrived. Taking a towel she dried off, she had hoped the warm water would help with the ache in her body. But it seemed that her body still wanted for something more. If she could get just a little fix it could hold her off. But Elena knew Jack would never allow it, and for good reason. <br><br>Peaking outside of the bathroom she saw the robe and pulled it into the room with her. Wrapping the larger robe around her body, it felt warm and smelled a little like him. And for a moment she just enjoyed the feeling of it wrapped around her. Tying of the sash she ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out side of the bathroom. Looking about for Jack and pushed her hands into the pockets of the robe. <strong>"Jack?"</strong> she called for him lightly as she peaked about and finally knocking lightly on the door frame to his bed room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 06:29:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br><br>The door to his room was ajar, so that when she did knock upon it, it opened up slightly. Jack was sitting at a small desk, which had a desktop computer sitting on one of its shelves, a keyboard on a sliding tray (currently pushed in), and a medium sized monitor.&nbsp; The current website he had up seemed to be discussing all the health benefits of cat-tails, if she were able to read it from the door way, or got a chance for a better look later on.<br><strong><br>"Hello."</strong> He says as he turns around in the chair, looking over her briefly.<strong> "How are you feeling?"</strong> He couldn't even imagine how she felt, but knew it must be bad. He just hoped that he would be able to help her.<br><br>Looking around his room, it was a simple affair. Their was a closet, a night stand, a waist-high chest of drawers,&nbsp; a hamper for dirty laundry (with a few shirts, pair of pants, socks, and boxers in it), a smaller hamper next to that (currently empty), and a double bed. Everything was sided up and spaced out in a very efficient and logical manner, and kept very clean; not sparkling, not spic and span, but clean enough that one would have to actively look to find the dirty bits. <br><strong><br>"When you're ready for bed, just let me know. The bed is yours. If I sleep, it'll be on the couch."</strong> Because otherwise it would be too easy for her to sneak out without him noticing; with the layout of the living room, and his own tendency towards light sleeping, she'd be hard pressed to sneak out without alerting him. But, he doesn't go into the details right now;&nbsp; he didn't even want to give her the idea that she could sneak out.&nbsp; <br><br>The bed itself is nice; it has two pillows on it, one slightly firmer than the other, a thick quilt, and a much lighter, thinner blanket on top of that.&nbsp; It seemed set up so that one would lay down on the cool, satin-y, thicker quilt, and be able to cover up with the thinner, cloth one. <br><br><strong>"I'll be putting your clothes in the dryer when the timer goes off. So, all of that'll be clean for you in about two hours." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 07:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena leaned against the door frame wrapping her arms around her body. She rubbed her sides, even with the warm bath she still had that deep down cold that wouldn't go away. <strong>"Still cold and a bit achy. But better that I was a little bit ago. I only want to a small hit at the moment."</strong> she laughed trying to make light of all the drama in her life. Elena still couldn't see why he would help her. Some random act of kindness, that she didn't think she ever be able to pay back. <br><br><strong>"I don't know if I can sleep, even with being as exhausted as I am at the moment. Even my legs are still shaking." </strong>she said and looked to the bed for a moment. <strong>"I couldn't kick you from your own bed. I can take the couch or floor, or hell you keep your hands to yourself we can share the bed."</strong> she said not really sure what he'd say or do. But Elena couldn't see him taking advantage after helping her as much as she had already. She should trust him, she wanted to trust him, and for what was going to come she needed to trust him. <strong>"Right, thanks for that too. I hated spelling like a drug de...like I was dirty."</strong> she said looking away from him. If he only knew where she was how close she came to doing something so disgusting. But for some reason Elena wanted to let him try and see some good in her. Even if there really wasn't any to be found at the moment. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 14:42:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br><br><strong>"I'm sure you'll feel even worse before you get better. "</strong> he said, with a degree of sadness. <strong>"But, you're a strong woman. I can see that, even if you've lost sight of it. You'll see it soon enough." </strong> Their are some who may question how it is he can be so certain of this; in truth, he had no way of knowing. <br><br><strong>"You're not kicking me from my bed.&nbsp; I'm choosing to give it to you. My house, my rules."</strong> He said this last bit half joking, half serious. He didn't think he'd get much sleep tonight, anyways; but even if he had intended to, he'd do fine on the couch, or hell, on the floor. <br><br>It was at that point that their would be a loud buzzer going off, from the direction of the small laundry 'room' which was actually more like a closet. <strong>"And that's my cue to put the clothes in the dryer." </strong> He said as he stood up, and moved past her to do exactly that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled softly,<strong> "I don't see how you can have so much faith in me. you don't even know me."</strong> she said leaning against the door for support. her legs felt so weak after the long day of walking and passing trying to fight the urge to give in. "<strong>It's nice of you to pretend though.</strong>" she said with a soft smile. <br><br>She smiled lightly and nodded a bit,<strong> "Yes Sir,"</strong>she said with a soft laugh. <strong>"Your house your rules."</strong> she said nodding in agreement. She jumped lightly as the buzzer went off. Feeling silly she ran her fingers through tangled hair and laughed,<strong> "Right the washer..my clothes."</strong> she smirked and forced a laugh, <strong>"Guess I'm just a little jumpy." </strong>she smiled softly and moved so he could get past her. Moving to his bed she sat down her legs shaking so bad she wasn't sure if the would support her anymore. Elena grabbed a bit of her hair and started to try and finger come the knots out as she waited for him to return. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 16:53:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br>He would be gone for a few minutes, doing exactly as he said he would. Then, he'd wander off to clean his hands again;&nbsp; so, he was a little obsessive compulsive about that.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was more so something he did when stressed than on a frequent basis, though, and in truth, as strong of a front he might be showing, the whole thing was a bit anxiety-inducing. What if he failed her?<br><br>Still, he resolves not to let her see that he has any doubt at all. That sort of solidness has served him well in the past,&nbsp; and it should keep working.&nbsp; He finds his way back into the room, and watches her struggle with the hair for a moment, <strong>"Hang on."</strong> He'd say, before leaving the room again. A quick trip to the bathroom closet, and he comes back with a small brush; it was meant for someone with a moderate amount of her hair, unlike her own, long hair, but he figured it would better for her than nothing. He would offer it to her wordlessly, looking somewhat lost in thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 22:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br><br>Elena watched him go, slightly confused as to what he was doing. But when when he brought back the brush she smiled lightly and took it. <strong>"Thank you. My hair is just such a mess...than again the rest of me isn't much better."</strong> she laughed as if it were a joke. But her shaking hands gave it away that she was clearly not joking. Elene started to brush her hair as he stood clearly lost in thought. She watched him for a moment and wished she could read his mind in this very moment. <br><br>She sat there for a moment trying to work through a knot in her hair. Finally she took a breath and looked up at him. <strong>"I can feel you thinking from here. Come on spill it Jack.'</strong> she said smiling even though she was a bit worried about what he was thinking of. She found herself so paranoid lately, was it the drugs or was she really picking up on something? Elena sat quietly waiting for him to answer, hoping he wasn't suddenly changing his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 19:41:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br><strong>"Just thinking about the past. I've seen my share of nastiness in life, and been through it, too. I might share one of these days." </strong>He offered her a thin smile. <strong>"Just leave the brush on the nightstand when you're done, alright? I'm going to meditate. You're welcome to join me if you want."</strong> Though he knew she needed rest; he wouldn't fault her for just wanting to try to get some sleep, either.<br><br>He would walk back out of the bedroom, and move to sit down on the floor in front of the book case.&nbsp; He folded his legs&nbsp; and straightened his back perfectly into what is known as the Lotus position, his eyes closed and focused on nothing. <br><br>When he had the time to do it, this was how he de-stressed himself. This was very therapeutic for him,&nbsp; It was a bonus he occasionally experienced, too, where he'd come out of, hours later, with some profound insight. Rare, but, some times it happened. He was kind of hoping for that this evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 22:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena smiled a bit but shook her head,<strong> "I don't think I could sit still long enough to actually meditate.' </strong>she said trying to stay positive. In truth she was exhausted and her whole body ached. She just didn't see meditation helping with that. And Elena wanted to let him have a bit of his own life still intact. <strong>"Thank you though."</strong> she said&nbsp; as he walked back out the bed room. <br><br>Elena stared at her hands for a moment, watching them shake in her lap no matter how hard she tried to keep them still. Giving in after a moment she slowly worked the brush through her hair. Her arms getting tired after a while she figure it was good enough. Her eyes burned and it was so hard to keep them open at this point. <strong>"Just for a minute, just till my clothes are done."</strong> she said to herself as if trying to reason or make a deal with herself. She laid down on his bed, laying on her arm so she wouldn't get his pillow wet with her hair. She closed her eyes and quickly succumbed to sleep. So drained at this point it was inevitable. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>-----</strong></div><br>She had no idea how much time had past whens he woke up shaking. The lights were out and she had been tuck under the covers. Though they were now tangled around her legs. The robe having fallen away with all her twisting and turning. Her naked body was covered in sweet and felt like it had been run through a marathon. Her sleep restless and filled with nightmares of her past causing her to let short cries free as she slept. She sat up suddenly, her eyes trying to adjust to the dark as her heart raced in her chest. <br><br>Elena looked about scared as she momentarily forgot where she was. After a few deep breaths and she suddenly remembered where she was. Her mouth was dry but thankfully there was a bottle of water set on the nightstand. Her shaking hand had it open and drank in a minutes. She sat there as her cravings racked through her body and she swore she was going to crawl out of skin if she didn't get a fix soon. Looking about she found her clothes folded and waiting next to the bed. It took several minutes a little bit of cussing but she was able to get dressed. <strong>"No what?</strong>" she asked herself running her hands up and down her pants. Staying still was nearly impossible at this very moment. And all she wanted to do was get that next hit. She looked at the clock Dean would still be up. And he'd deal....surely he would she had what he wanted after all. <strong>"Fuck it."</strong> she said and stood walking to the bedroom door which was closed. <br><br>Opening it slowly she slipped out of the room letting her hands fallow the wall till eyes adjusted. She knew Jack was asleep on the couch but prayed that if she was quiet he wouldn't notice. Elena felt bad, he had such faith in her. But she just hurt so bad, so quietly she stepped up to the door and started to try and unlock it to get out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:31:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Harth<br><strong>Time:</strong> About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br><br><br>Indeed, he had slept on the couch, after making sure she was comfortable, and all set up in the room, complete with her freshly cleaned clothes.&nbsp; As she creeped and approached the door, something in the back of his head registered the sound of her hand touching the metal of the lock; it was such a minor thing, really, but, Jack was a light sleeper. The background noise of life couldn't bother him, but a disruption in the pattern did.<br><br><strong>"Elena, why are you going out? If you need some fresh air, there's a balcony."</strong> He opened his eyes, and looked at her; even though he just woke up, he seemed to be fully alert and awake, which may make one wonder if he hadn't been faking it. He hadn't faked sleeping, he was just very quick to go into fully alert mode.<br><br>He got off of the couch, having a very good idea of where it was she was planning to go and do. However, he did kind of give her a way to opt out of admitting it by implying she needed some fresh air. He wanted to see how she'd react.<br><br>He moved into the kitchen, and went to get himself a bottle of water from the fridge. He uncaps it, and takes a few swigs, before looking to her. <strong>"What would you like for breakfast?" </strong> He was nothing but his usual calm, caring self.&nbsp; If she truly wanted to leave, he wouldn't even stop her; she had the right to choose to go off and ruin her life. All he felt obligated to do, really, was give her an alternative option, but he wasn't going to force her into taking it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 02:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br><br>Elena flinched as she heard his voice behind her, as casual and awake as ever. He didn't even yell at her, she waited for it waited for something to come at her. She turned pressing her back against the door as he moved to the kitchen. Part of her couldn't figure out his game. Why didn't he get mad? Why didn't he just grab her and...and...something? <strong>"Air...yeah."</strong> she said her teeth grinding as she slipped towards the balcony instead. She stopped as he asked about breakfast, <strong>"I don't think I can eat. I already feel sick." </strong>she said and fussed with the door for a moment. Sliding the balcony door open and slipping out onto it. <br><br>The cool air made her jerk as it worked across her heated body. Was she running a temperature? Elena didn't knew she was going through withdrawals. But she had no idea they would get this bad. Wrapping her arms around her she looked out over the complex. Could she really do this? She just wanted to cry, the pain was so bad she'd do anything to make it stop. Leaning against the sliding door she slide down till she was sitting on the concrete floor of the balcony. Pulling her knees up she rested her head on her knees as her body shook. Looking back over her shoulder she looked to Jack. Elena sat there trying to figure out if she was really strong enough to do this. She already felt like she was coming apart and it was only day 2.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: Before the End</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 03:56:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chrissa Williamson<br><strong>Time:</strong> 1 Year Ago<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little black dress, strappy high heels<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Allison Taylor<br><br>Chrissa gasped softly as the boy thrust into her again, and immediately the other boys watching started laughing and jeering.<br><br>"Yeah, that got her going! Give it to her harder!" "She wants you man!" "Bet she's not as tight as she was an hour ago!"<br><br>The guy kept a hand clamped over her mouth as he fucked her roughly from behind, but the truth was, Chrissa didn't have the energy to scream anymore. She'd stopped crying after the third member of the baseball team had raped her, and she'd lost count after number five. Her left eye was swollen nearly shut, and her nose was still bleeding, even an hour after she'd first been hit. Thankfully, she couldn't feel much anymore. She just wanted it to be over.<br><br><em>I should've known better,</em> she kept thinking to herself. <em>Should've known better.</em> When Jason Huff, a junior on the baseball team, had asked her out on a date, she thought her world had changed for the better. What girl wouldn't? She was an unknown sophomore who spent most of her time at school alone, unnoticed. She had no friends. All the cute guys were dating all the cute girls. And that was life. But then one day, gorgeous Jason Huff appeared in front of her, and asked her out. She'd been so startled it took her a full five minutes to say yes.<br><br>And for awhile, her world <em>had</em> changed for the better. Jason seemed to be a nice guy. He took her to nice places. She suddenly had friends. People noticed her, smiled at her when she walked through the halls at school. It was no surprise when Jason asked her to the winter formal. Of course she said yes. But as the weeks to the formal became days, she noticed Jason was starting to act a little strange. Distant, almost cold. A few times he talked about not going to the formal, and once he even told her that if she wanted to go with someone else, he would understand. It was almost as if he didn't <em>want</em> her to be there. But Chrissa was a forgiving girl, and she didn't take his standoffishness as an insult to her; she assumed he was just a little nervous about commitment or something. So she went with him anyway.<br><br>The winter formal itself had been like a dream. It was perfect.<br><br>Fifteen minutes after arriving at the house of one of the baseball players for the after party, she was being gang raped by several members of the team in an upstairs bedroom. And all the while, they swore that Jason Huff was definitely going to get to pick the girls from now on. He'd scored for sure with this bitch. Jason hadn't come upstairs, of course. That was just as well, Chrissa thought as the last of the guys finished inside her. She couldn't have stood to look at him. The betrayal hurt just as much as the rape did.<br><br>And then she was alone in the room. She lay on her stomach on the bed, her little black dress pushed up around her hips, the top pulled down below her breasts. She stared at the wall for a few minutes, wondering when the tears would come. They didn't. So she sat up slowly, wincing at the pain between her thighs. She brushed fingertips over her swollen lower lip and black eye, her nose which was still leaking blood. She rearranged her dress as best as she could, combed her fingers through her hair. She couldn't find her thong. She pulled her heels back on, then limped from the room, trying to act like nothing had ever happened. She'd have to sneak out the back.<br><br>She made it out the back door and was headed for the side lawn, thinking she was in the clear.<br>
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