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Post by alondra jade audley on Jun 18, 2010 21:52:23 GMT -5
 */ i don't need a reason, baby; put your arms around me.
hold me real close, clap me in irons. come on, caligulove me!
DARLING, THERE ARE NO TABOOS IN LUST. MY VEINS COURSE BLOOD THAT'S SO VENOMOUS.
WHEN THE HEARTLESS HEARS A HEARTBEAT HE'S JEALOUS, SO JEALOUS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -This was definately not the first time Alondra had been at the banks. Actually, she came here quite often. Not to pay her respect to the dead, but to laugh at them. How weak they all were, in her eyes. They could've easily survived, they just decided not to- that was her belief. Death comes when a person finally decides to give up. The more stubborn you were, the longer you'd live. Therefore, if that statement is true, Alondra is immortal. She snickered deviously as she gripped her hands on the thick, leather wheel of her bright yellow sports car. Pathetic, undeserving creatures, she hissed, her eyes gazing over the ledge of the cliff that she had just parked upon.
Below, on the banks of the glistening waters of the ocean, bodies and bones almost completely covered the moist sand of the entire beach, that once had been a top vacation spot for many people. Alondra gracefully stepped out of her car, the powerful smirk never escaping her thick, red lips. She slowly walked to the ledge and stared down, her eyes scanning every inch of the beach. She saw a few areas of movement. With an arch of her left eyebrow, she quickly headed for the sloped trail that lead down to the shore. She placed her boney hand over the front of her pants, making sure that her prized colt did not leave her side (literally).
Once at the bottom, Alondra scanned the shore once again. If there was a graverobber anywhere in sight, she would make sure to get her daily dose of z. She actually hopes that one was near. She gently bit down on her lower lip, a look of anxiety obvious upon her face. A milisecond after it had appeared, the expression had disappeared. A look of anger and impatience replaced it. She growled as she scrounged the beach. She knew that she'd find one of the following: a) a not yet dead person (who she would proceed to brutally beat and/or shoot), b) amber sweet or one of ther followers, who were also looking for zydrate, or b) and oh so lovely repo man. She adored those men. She found them brave and soft of... sexy in a way that only she would find appealing. She smirked at the thought of her with one of them. However, if one of them mistaked her for someone they would attempt to murder, she'd, of course, beat him to the punch and kill him first. She laughed gleefully at the thought as her heeled feet continued to clomp along the thick sand, barely missing the bodies.
Alondra stopped in her tracks and looked around. There was no one. She rolled her bright blue eyes and flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulders. This was pointless, she mummbled, disappointment coating every syllable.
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Post by harold norton everest on Jun 18, 2010 23:16:32 GMT -5
* - - -I'M JUST AN AVERAGE MAN WITH AN AVERAGE LIFE
I WORK FROM NINE TO FIVE, HEY, HELL I PAY THE PRICE--
 BUT WHY DO I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE I'M IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
* - - - I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME
AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Harold hopped on his motorcycle and tied the body he had in a bag on the seat behind him. He was making his rounds, and the latest victim was beginning to attract flies, and his liver had already been accounted for. There was no need for him now.
There was no need for him before either, Harold smiled at the thought. He always thought himself higher than the shit of the world. He didn't want to think he was slaughtering people who meant something, or had anything to do in the world like he once did. Before, he was the God of this place. The one everyone went to, the surgeon. Now, he was the one you didn't praise or even pay.
He took a deep breath as he reached his drop off point. The banks were always a gross eye sore to those who lived, but to people like him, it was beauty. Beauty of a God who was angered, so he killed and how man could make his score pile to the heavens. He smiled as he killed the engine, and set his bike on the kickstand.
Okay, bud. Let's go. He spoke to the body in the tarp, almost expecting a response. Killer humor was the worst, even Harold knew it.
While he walked witht he body over his shoulder he noticed another car pulling up. It was strange to see someone here, well with a car anyway. Mostly low-life graverobbers hung around here, and they didn't own cars. He huffed and slammed the body on his 'pile'. He unwrapped it and looked around, examining the woman approaching him.
Fucking great. He said. She was probably some junkie that wanted to fuck some graverobber for a hit. Though he wasn't one to refuse, he was one to kill later.
Harold noticed her approaching, so he went ahead and spoke.
Unless you've got an over due payment, get the fuck out of here before i kill you out of boredom. He spat, his voice rough and harsh. He raised and eyebrow as he watched her get closer.
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LYRICS: SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME BY MYSTO AND PIZZI | CREDITS: BOOGIE @ CAUTION 2.0[/size] |
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Post by alondra jade audley on Jun 25, 2010 20:08:58 GMT -5
*/ i don't need a reason, baby; put your arms around me.
hold me real close, clap me in irons. come on, caligulove me!
DARLING, THERE ARE NO TABOOS IN LUST. MY VEINS COURSE BLOOD THAT'S SO VENOMOUS.
WHEN THE HEARTLESS HEARS A HEARTBEAT HE'S JEALOUS, SO JEALOUS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The ferocity in his voice amused Alondra. She loved how a simple blinking of the eyes could piss one of these guys off. Knowing this, she was looking forward to messing with this innocent, little repo man. Oh, sweetie, you wouldn't be able to catch me to kill me, she purred, a gleaming grin spread across her pale face. Her eyes were bright in the glowing full moon that shone down upon them. She raised an eyebrow as he glared at her silently. Cat got your tongie, she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side slightly, her blonde ringlets flowing over her shoulders.
For a moment, Alondra thought about asking him what he was doing here, but then she remembered his business. She laughed at herself. She could only imagine what his response to that would've been. It probablly would've ended up with him attempting to murder her. Of course, I would win, she mummbled aloud, the smile never escaping her lips. Lonie had a tendency to talk ato herself, at times. She was absolutely mad, and loved it. She loved herself, through and through.
Alondra slipped her thin hand into her leather jacket pocket. She gently pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a cherry red, Zippo lighter. She offered the pack to him, being "polite." When he just continued to stare at her like an idiot, she rolled her eyes and forced them back into the tight pocket. Fuck you too, dick, she stated dully, lighting the paper stick that sat between her red lips. Her chest caved in, the smoke entering her charred lungs from years of smoke abuse. She laughed lightly at the bubbly feeling the enveloped inside her brain. Her mind raced as the nicotine kicked in. Oh, darling, you sure are missing out, she said airily, her velvet voice ringing in the silence of the banks. The only other sounds was that of the ocean water hitting against the sand and bodies.
Alondra slowly walked towards him, the cigarette sticking between her lips. She never took her eyes off of him. If she did, there's no telling what he'd try to do. Well, she knew, but she'd never let that happen. She's not stupid, at all. Why are you repo men so stiff? Have a little...fun. I mean, you are human. Well, that's what I've been told, at least, she said conversationally, their glances colliding. The piercing pang that hit her when their eyes met felt as if a bullet had just shot into her stomach. She trhought she had been shot, for a moment, but knew better than to take her eyes off of him for any sudden movement. After a few seconds, the terrible pain left completely. She snickered lowly.
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Post by harold norton everest on Jun 25, 2010 22:00:46 GMT -5
* - - -I'M JUST AN AVERAGE MAN WITH AN AVERAGE LIFE
I WORK FROM NINE TO FIVE, HEY, HELL I PAY THE PRICE--
BUT WHY DO I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE I'M IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
* - - - I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME
AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Harold listened to her. He wasn't a man of many words unless you were bound and gagged in his famous 'chair' in the basement. Then, he never shut up. But when you were out here, in the real world, he didn't have control. Therefore, he had nothing to say. So he listened to her bad mouth him, smirking the whole time. It was like hearing insults from a fifth grader. He could tell she really hated people, but loved herself. He was the same way. He smirked and denied her 'polite' cigarette offer, reaching for his own rolled ones in his leather jacket. He lit it and looked up at her, noticing her being closer.
So stiff? So stiff? Why would anyone get THAT impression!?
Harold chuckled and looked at her, blowing thick smoke towards her.
Who said i didn't have fun? When those fake hookers are tied to my chair in my tiny basement...watching me pull their pretty hair out or their cute contacts...all while forcing myself on them...it just puts me in a fit of giggles! His voice was higher and playful. Harold's nose reached towards the sky and took a deep breath, making every second of it exaggerated. He looked back down at his new friend, flicking ashes on a body near him.
Are you human? Or did you drop that along with your jaw? He chuckled lightly and watched her. Once he starts rambling, he doesn't stop. Ever.
Ohh! Why don't we go back to my place...i got a new tool and it looks a bit kinky...wanna try it out? You can ride on the handle bars if you want...i hear it gives some INTENSE orgasms. Ahh, the mind of a sick and twisted man. He grinned from ear to ear. It seemed like he had the stage now. And he'd love every minute of it.
He took a big step towards her, standing on a naked girl that was in front of her. He placed his hands in his jacket pocket and inhaled the remaining of the cigarette hanging in his mouth.
Aww, cat got your tongue?
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| NOTES: supp, slut? | TAGS: KNASTAY
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