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Post by cyle xavier sinclair on Jun 6, 2010 13:59:58 GMT -5
 YOUCANFEELTHEPOUNDING WRAPPEDAROUNDYOURCHEST [/b] CYLESINCLAIR[/size][/b] NOTHING'STOOEXCESSIVEWHENYOU'VEGOTNOTHINGLEFT[/b] [/blockquote][/center]
The lights were brighter than normal tonight, and the carnival seemed to have a heavier cloud than usual. It was strange how everyone differed when they came here. Though they were generally the same person, they never wore the same face.
It wasn't a cold night, but it certainly wasn't the warmest. A few cold breezes caused jackets and fur coats to be placed on shoulders, or for everyone to pile into the bigger tents.
As Cyle's heavy, booted feet walked through the crowd, a few women winked his direction and a few men with mohawks nodded at him. Finally, he was being recognized by the faces he sold to. It made him feel a rush, or maybe that was just the high dosage of Z he was on. He'd never met one person like him. One that didn't take Z for the purpose of surgery, but more for the drug coma in put you in. Cyle had one surgery as a child and his debts were paid, but never another one. Some told him they were jealous of his natural features, but he never gained a cocky nature from it. He was always too stoned to ever care about himself.
The crowd was loud and colorful like always. The men held on the woman as they were induced into a comatose of Z and thrown into a surgery tent. A few aged posters for Zydrate Support Groups hung on the side of an alley, where all the 'addicts' went to talk about their addictions with Amber Sweet.
Cyle laughed at the thought when there actually was a Z support group. Amber was probably high as a kite and rambling on about how you were beautiful not matter what, while holding a scarf that hid her stitches from public view.
The alley was littered with girls and guys that were passed out on stairwells and in the empty dumpsters. Some followed Cyle, remembering his line of work. Cyle always thought they could smell it, but he doubted that. It was almost intimidating to see people so addicted to a drug, but he remembered the amount flowing through him as he walked, making him smirk devilishly.
Who's ready? He whispered. On Z, his voice always lowered a few notches and always got raspy. Almost like a real bad guys voice, if there was one.
A few girls walked around him a few times while he readied his gun. Two slipped their payments into his back pockets, and a few daring ones in his front. He loved his job.
The first girl had the prettiest orange hair he'd ever seen. He smiled at her as he pressed the gun between them, keeping them inches apart. When his index finger pulled the trigger, she grunted and moaned in a low voice.
Thanks, sweetheart.
[/i] She said seductively while walking away. He just nodded and turned to the others. A few on the wall, and a few just in front of him. By the time he was done, he'd used one and a half of his glass vials of the glowing blue liquid. Better business than usual. He grinned and shot himself with it also, sitting back against the wall and looking up at the pitch black sky. Best feeling in the entire universe. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] WE'REALLHERECAUSEWELOSTCONTROLWE'REALLHERECAUSE
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•status• finished
•comments• cyle is muh favorite :3
•word count• 780, including code.
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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Post by amber sweet largo on Jun 8, 2010 0:42:54 GMT -5
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Unlike Cyle, Amber was undrugged. Because of that, her body went cold, her blood stopped flowing and her mind went insane. Before Cyle had entered the tent, her eyes were darting from every which corner of the brightly decorated area. Her piercing laugh rang through the tent, every single one of her drugged followers gazing up at her with their glazed eyes. They laughed with her. That's all that their empy minds could think to do. She didn't notice. She reached her pale hands up to her face and clawed at her "fresh and new" face. She wouldn't be able to take much more of her being sober. She needed the dosage, she craved it.
Amber's eyes shot quickly to the parted entrance of the tent as Cyle slowly and smoothly walked in, his calm smile entrancing her. She grinned widely, her perfectly straight, white smile glowing within the neon colors surrounding her porcelain body. Cyle, her light voice called out as he looked at her. He knew that every time a man looked at her, their minds overflowed with seduction and desire. She liked it that way. It made her feel a sense of power that nothing else could. She reached out her bone-thin arms towards his just as small body. Just in time, sweetheart, she stated as she her heeled feet stumbled towards him.
Amber tumbled to the grass covered ground, her knees scraping towards him. Give it to me, she whispered seductively, her bright eyes staring up at him, her hands clutching onto each of his pant legs. She saw the empty vile in his hand that he had just injected into himself. Her face stiffned, as did her hand on his leg. That wasn't it, right, darling, she asked, her sugary sweet voice avoiding to reveal the bitterness which was hidden behind her words.
Ever since she could remember, Amber had been coming to Cyle for her daily dosage of Z. Of course, being Amber Sweet, she was well known within the graverobbers. Every day, most of the time, more than once, she would crave more and more doses of the stuff. Sometimes, she'd be so drugged up that she would call anyone, but she specifically liked Cyle. Not only because he gave her a sense of respect that the other graverobbers didn't, but he was very attractive. She had a tiny crush on him, to put it lightly. They'd had quite a bit of sex in the past, but not recently. They'd tried to keep it strictly "professional." She had said she felt like a whore, and this was during the time period when she found that offensive. Now, she embraced her sluttyness. She loved men and the feelings they made pop up in her brain. Cyle made her feel double the good feelings, with sex and Z. She smiled up at him, licking her candy apple lips.
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❧ Tags; MUAH.
❧ Notes; Blah, Blah, Blah.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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Post by cyle xavier sinclair on Jun 8, 2010 1:07:30 GMT -5
YOUCANFEELTHEPOUNDING WRAPPEDAROUNDYOURCHEST [/b] CYLESINCLAIR[/size][/b] NOTHING'STOOEXCESSIVEWHENYOU'VEGOTNOTHINGLEFT[/b] [/blockquote][/center]
Cyle peeled himself off the wall, the Z peeling its way into his tingling fingers, He decided to see if the queen was where she normally was. He had three vials left, and he was sure she'd want them all. By now her face was probably completely different, as well as her eye color and hair color. Oddly, it attracted Cyle. The amount of bitchy, worthlessness that flowed through her veins made it easy to look at her. Maybe he just thought about it too much.
Flipping back the flaps of the tent, he smiled. There she was, stumbling, laughing and being grabbed and pulled by her dumb robot body guards. Cyle lifted and eyebrow when she fell in front of him. He made a soft 'tisk' noise as she grabbed him by the pants.
You really shouldn't wait until i pop out of no where to get your intake. He said in a matter-of-fact voice. Though, it wasn't sarcastic, he knew exactly what she was going through. Well, the withdraws, not the pain.
He lowered himself to one knee in front of her.
The pain get unbarable after a good few hours of letting it leave you. Added to the pain from your new, beautiful face. His voice was still raspy but gentle. When speaking to Amber, you used two voices. A baby voice, and a demanding voice. Both turned her on, both got things done.
When she whined about the last of the vial, he smirked and stood up, grabbing her arm and helping her up. He pushed her back on the surgery table and smiled.
If it was, would you still love me? He joked of course, but it was always funny to hear her say things she didn't know the meaning of. 'I love you' was a perfect example.
He smirked at her devilishly and reached into his inner coat pocket. Cyle placed the new vial in his mouth as he unscrewed the other from the gun and threw it at her guards. He screwed the other one in and gave her a piercing look.
I'm ready. But i'll need my cash first, bitch. And in with the demands. He held the gun up and whistled, taunting her. If any one gave Amber Z before she paid you, you were a damn fool. The richest girl in the world, but the greediest Cyle had ever met.
What'll it be today, sweet heart?
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[/b] WELOSTCONTROL[/size][/b] WE'REALLHERECAUSEWELOSTCONTROLWE'REALLHERECAUSE[/center][/blockquote][/b] •tags• AMBER SWEETUMS
•status• finished
•comments• cyle is muh favorite :3
•word count• 780, including code.
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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