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Post by isaac on Sept 20, 2012 19:09:11 GMT
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the party had started for isaac long before he even arrived at the frat house during homecoming week. he might not be a student at the school, but it didn't mean that the guy couldn't find himself at some of the craziest parties in california. he filled his red solo cup up with beer for about the fifth time since he arrived at the huge place. he was surprised that the party wasn't busted by the cops yet. the music was blaring so loud, you could hardly hear the person next to you. there were so many underage drinkers shoved in the place, looking like they were about to vomit or just plain having a great time getting shitfaced with their friends. isaac didn't know anyone, but a girl seemed to want to get to know who he was in a much more intimate way.
he wasn't the greatest dancer in the world, but he could bump and grind until the night was through. the bass line throbbed through his brain as he moved his hips behind a blonde in a pink dress. the tiny article of clothing stuck tight to the curve of her hips and he placed a free hand on her side as he continued to guzzle down his drink in the other. the ditzy girl shook her hips and isaac simply followed along, not really bothering to actually talk to her. she would say something and he would just nod his head, or smile seductively to please her and keep her by him. he wasn't too amused with this female, but she would have to do for the night. whoever had taken him over to the party was long gone by now and isaac was going to have to amuse himself in his drunken haze.
the colors blurred around him and his mind went at a mile a minute thanks to the weed he had smoked earlier. he didn't smoke much because he wanted to sing in the future, but a hit every now and then wasn't going to kill him, or at least that was what he told himself. real time passed slowly as her perceived his time with the stupid blonde to be a lot longer than it really was. the night wasn't exactly as fun as he had intended it to be. his booze filled thoughts prayed for something interesting to happen.
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Post by lauren2 on Sept 21, 2012 19:01:38 GMT
[style=background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3k213ZKRy1qmejsfo3_400.jpg); width: 290px; height:250px;] [div style="width:[br"]400px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-color: ffffff; color:#000; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]as much as she knew she should have stayed home and tried to 'rekindle' whatever relationship she had with her family, evan had heard about a party taking place for homecoming. even though she herself was not a student at ucla, she knew that it was going to be a banger, and an easy place to make a few bucks dealing the newest pack of weed she obtained, of course some of it being for herself. sitting in the dark and dimly lit room that was hers, she lit up a joint that she had freshly rolled for herself. the blonde fell backwards, her head hitting the bed. breathing in the joint she held the smoke inside before letting it out with one giant exhale. letting out a small chuckle she closed her eyes and felt the poison growing through her body. she loved the way this made her felt, and she knew tonight she was going to take more then just weed. sitting on the bed she waited before pushing herself up, finishing off the joint. she looked in the mirror and played with her thick blonde curls before smirking at herself. waiting a moment, her eyes fell to the scar that was visible on the side of her body. it was from her accident, the pain that came with it, she learned to shrug off. the fact that people couldnt leave her alone to deal with it in her own way, was another thing. the silence was broken by a knock on her door. it was her mother, the number one person who wouldnt leave it alone. what? she shouted letting out a frustrated groan. her mothers small voice was heard from behind, asking if she was busy tonight. yes mother, for the fifth time, im going out. she didnt even bother opening the door. too much effort and she didnt want to see her mother, it killed her knowing that she could have a relationship with this woman, she just wouldnt allow it. realizing the time, she quickly changed. putting on a small black dress she paired it with black wedged heels. letting out a sigh at her appearance she opened her bedroom door, shutting it behind her. in her hand was her purse, filled with pills and joints rolled to excess. heading down the steps she didnt stop to say goodbye to her mother who was drinking a coffee in the kitchen. she looked tired and worried and evan was sick of people worrying about her. it only took a few moments to get to campus, and a shorter time to find the party. opening hte door she nodded at a few people, knowing already that they were going to make a deal with her. five minutes or so later, she had alreayd made at least four deals and racked in almost over 100 dollars. sitting down on the sofa she looked in her bag for a small pill, finally pulling the pill out she stuck it in her mouth, swallowing it down with a beer she snagged off some drunk girl. she left her bag on the sofa before standing up, the pill filling her body with a euphoric feeling she began to dance to the music, with whom she didnt know. he held onto her, as if she was going to run away. evan danced in rythm with the music and closed her eyes, opening them slowly she looked around the room for anyone, the colors and sounds of the room all blurring to one. ooc; sorry it took so long to respond!
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Post by isaac on Sept 22, 2012 20:55:41 GMT
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crushing the red plastic cup in his hand, isaac whispered into his latest play-thing's ear "i'll be back. i've got to get another drink." as much as he didn't actually need to consume anymore alcohol, isaac knew that if he was going home with the most annoying female at the party, he was going to have to be boozed up pretty good. he heard the sharp crunching of the plastic in his hand as he maneuvered himself through people that seemed to be even more fucked up than he was. in an attempt to be considerate, he searched for a trashcan to place the solo cup in, but his mission was a bust. isaac ended up leaving the misshapen plastic on a dirty countertop. making his way through the crowd and headed to the back of the frat house, isaac's eyes scanned the entire place. maybe there was someone a bit more interesting and a little bit less dopey than the girl he had set his eyes on earlier. it wasn't as if he promised the girl they were going to sleep together. and if she got upset, what did he care? he hardly remembered her name.
among all of the tipsy girls running around, making fools of themselves, a blonde head of hair caught his eye. he didn't see the face at first, but the girl seemed to be in her own world, swaying to the music without a single care in the world. in a dark way, she reminded him of a girl he used to know. evan green was long gone from his life though and he was out on a search to regain the love that he had lost in the past. isaac's head reminded him that his evan would nerve dress like that or take drugs. but as soon as a guy came up behind her and isaac's view shifted slightly, the boy's eyes formed vicious slits. it was her. the features of her face were absolutely unmistakable. you've got to be shitting me. he thought to himself, his inebriated mind still not believing the sight he was seeing. maybe the weed had penetrated his brain further than he thought. maybe it was laced with something and he was just hallucinating, creating a bad trip. isaac had to do something to prove to himself that what he was witnessing was just a mirage, an illusion of the mind.
he shoved people out of his was with a reckless abandon. isaac didn't care what idiots he knocked down in his curious pursuit. he needed to make sure that evan wasn't actually at this party. he needed to make sure that the girl he had loved wasn't doing dangerous and extremely uncharacteristic things. he could practically see red as he came within a few feet of the girl and whoever seemed to have claim on her at the moment. there was no stopping isaac's fury as he grabbed the frat guy's arm. "i'm going to have to ask you to get off of her." he glared as he yanked the random guy off of evan. everyone seemed to be too shitfaced to even notice what isaac was doing and the amount of liquid courage that the boy had in his system made him not care about the actions he was performing. he clutched onto both forearms of the blonde girl. "evan?" he said in disbelief, his head swirling with memories of the two of them. he stared into her eyes, the booze making his eyelids heavy. isaac shook his head in tiny motions, not wanting to believe that this girl was his evan.
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Post by lauren2 on Sept 22, 2012 21:15:02 GMT
[style=background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3k213ZKRy1qmejsfo3_400.jpg); width: 290px; height:250px;] [div style="width:[br"]400px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-color: ffffff; color:#000; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]as evan danced with this stranger her mind raced and spun. her thoughts were blurred as was her memory. but that was nothing new. after the accident evan had ran away. she wanted nothing to do with her life, hre past life. she wanted to start all over and she was unaware of what she had really left behind. a boy that loved her, a family that wanted the old her back and a sister that now resented her. evan didnt remember any of this of course, considering after hitting the pole her memory was completely wiped and gone. she remembered little bits and pieces, if she tried hard enough. right now, she was not trying. she was not trying to remember anything. tonight was all about forgetting. waking up with nothing to remember or think about and at this rate she was doing a great job. she took a drink of the cup that was placed in her hand from a random stranger. she knew that she shouldnt be doing this, and her inner self screamed stop, but she didnt care. sure that the drink was laced with something, her body had grown immune to almost all drugs so they'd have to pump more into her if they wanted to manipulate her. as she danced her mind raced, she had no ties to anyone. her parents had tried to tell her things were getting serious but she didnt want to believe it. how could someone love and want to be with such a reject like her. she deserved to be alone. she continued to dance, her eyes scanning the crowd in front of her before falling shut again. her dancing was steady as was his hands on her hips. she felt silently but soon enough the rythym she had was gone. she opened her eyes and the room spun a bit and she had to steady herself so she didnt fall over, the drugs kicking in and mixing were not going to be pleasent. she looked up at the scene that was unfolding before her. a tall good looking boy had strolled over, well more or less ran over and threw anyone out of his way, as well as the tall muscular boy that she was dancing with and he was now gripping onto her arms. she closed her eyes and shook her head. who the hell was this, he obviously knew her, and was pissed that she was here let alone dancing with someone else. she continued to shake her head keeping her eyes shut tight no no no she shouted before opening her eyes. she didnt want to remember, she didnt want to talk to this guy, he would bring up past events and that would make her confused. she pulled herself away from him, feeling a sting of tears. she dropped her cup on the floor and ran out the door. shutting the front door behind her she sat down on the front step and burried her head in her hands. she was so confused and her high was a little too high this time. ooc; muse is on fire today.
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Post by isaac on Sept 23, 2012 15:40:35 GMT
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isaac kept his grip on the girl he believed to be evan. looking at her reaction as he questioned her name, her knew instantly that this girl was not the evan he used to know. it was undoubtably her, but a completely different version of her that isaac had never seen before or never even got a glimpse at this potential side of her. he didn't think she was capable of being this drugged out and fucked up. he felt his eyes darken in anger as the blonde frantically shook her head, as if to erase him from the room. the scene that evan was creating would normally call a lot of attention, but too many people were focused on the throbbing beat throughout the room. the two got a few looks as the girl screamed, but only isaac seemed to get the full volume of her shouting. fury overtook upset in his mind. the alcohol that flowed through his blood system was probably causing him to grip on to the girl's arms harder than he probably should have been. he didn't notice one bit though. his body had been given up to the drugs and booze a few hours ago.
"wait! evan!" he shouted after the girl as she ran from his grasp. isaac couldn't have been too sure, but her glassy eyes shone with potential tears. did he really upset her that much? all he was searching for was answers. the room swam around him as he tried to find the path that evan had taken to free herself from him. it probably wasn't the best idea to chase after someone that darted away from isaac's presence, but he sought after answers. the two had too much between them and he had been left so alone without her. isaac desired an explanation as to why evan left him without a single word. "evan?!" he yelled a little softer as he retreated from the pounding of the speakers in the huge frat house. the world seemed to be moving in slow motion around him. the images in his mind weren't the same as the images in reality. isaac feet as if he was running around at full speed while everyone else moved in slow motion. a chase probably wasn't the best idea while under the influence.
the boy's ears felt as if they perked up when he heard the slam of the front door. his instincts told isaac that evan had ran out there. he followed his natural impulse and swung the front door open to find the blonde slumped over with her face hiding in her palms. "what the fuck, evan?" he questioned, a bitter sense of humor pouring out of him. he intended to say his remark with a laugh, but it came out with a little too much sharpness for it to come off as a joke. isaac couldn't stop the emotions from pouring out of him. he had thought that evan was gone from his life for good, but here she was. as drugged out as she was, the girl was still absolutely beautiful to him. he hated to see her cry, but the feeling that emanated from his body gave off waves of anger. "what was that all about?" isaac couldn't sit down. the adrenaline coursing through his veins wouldn't allow him. instead, he stood at the end of the steps and looked down at the girl. he had so many questions to ask her, but the scene she caused in the frat house was the most casual of all to ask about. he wasn't about to get to the hey stuff first, especially if he didn't want her to run off screaming again.
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Post by lauren2 on Sept 23, 2012 17:20:44 GMT
[style=background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3k213ZKRy1qmejsfo3_400.jpg); width: 290px; height:250px;] [div style="width:[br"]400px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-color: ffffff; color:#000; text-align:justify; line-height:120%;]sitting out there in the complete silence and darkness evan started to rethink everything. her life. her choices. and the fact that she just rudely ran off from that boy. she knew that he was part of her past. after the accident it was hard to remember people and her parents didnt really let people come over to try and remind evan who they were, it was as if she was a disease, her parents kept her locked up and she eventually just turned nasty and sour. bitter and resentful. but there was something about this boy, she felt a sense of safety in him, even though they were here arguing, and drugged out beyond belief. she closed her eyes tight, her mind wandering back to the first night she arrived home from the hospital. her mind was racing, she walked in the bedroom and there were pictures everywhere. of her past life, everyone that she loved and knew. pictures of her and her sister. pictures of her and this boy. there was one that brought a smile to her face now. it was an awkward picture, so it must had been their first picture together. they were both standing next to one another but it was just pure awkward-ness. evan took it that she was the awkward one, since he looked no bit awkward now. she knew that he deserved every inch of explanation of why she ran off, why she screamed at him and why she was the way she was but she couldnt bare to re-live her past memories. she knew that he probably wouldnt love her like he did back when she was normal. now she was a wreck, she had no purpose other then to sell drugs to other people and get money. she was a zombie, doing the same thing day after day. as she sat on the porch the silence was broken as was the darkness, the dim light from inside shone on the porch as the door was opened and the familiar voice reigned in the darkness as the door shut. she didnt look up, to terrified of what his expression would be. what was he going to say? was he going to yell at her now? his voice broke the silence with a what the fuck. she couldnt help but chuckle. not a laughing chuckle but a 'are you serious' chuckle. she looked up, wiping her eyes angrily. thats all you have to say to me? she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, she needed to relax. it wasnt his fault. he had every right to ask her that question. she was the one who left with no answer, who forgot almost everything that they had. she was the one who had to explain now. she looked up at him. listen. i know this all seems really fucked up and thats because it is she paused again and looked at him. didnt anyone tell you what ... happened? she paused and thought what a stupid question, everyone knew. ooc; rambled post.
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