Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 16:02:17 GMT -5
It is late.
Too late.
Darkness has consumed the land.
Nothing stirs; the night is still.
The air is warm. The sky is clouded.
The stars are invisible.
The moon is wide.
The moon is hidden.
The dim streetlight flickers near the park, illuminating the play area.
Behind the slide, a young girl with fiery red hair and a man with blonde hair and blue eyes sit together.
He is on top of her, positioned in between her long, thin, legs. She pulls at his hair passionately. He kisses her neck, sucking at her pale skin.
Tension rises.
He unbuttons his shirt and rips it off quickly. She runs her palms down his chest seductively.
Their lips touch.
The wind blows.
He moans with pleasure as her hands move lower, toward his dark blue jeans.
The streetlight flickers again. He presses his body closer to her and runs his hand down her thigh.
Both their eyes are closed. They become lost in the moment.
He runs his hand underneath her shirt and unsnaps her bra. She giggles, holding him tightly as she ran her palms down his back, pressing them against his tan skin, her fingers outstretched.
The streetlight goes out.
They become hidden in the shadows. Their actions become unclear.
Their moans and laughs of delight are masked by the howling wind.
Silence falls.
A blood-curdling scream breaks it suddenly.
She tries to escape; he holds her back.
Anger.
Violence.
Blood.
The light from the street lamp returns. It is dim.
The girl is alone now.
Her lip is bleeding; she had been beaten cruelly.
Her head is pounding as she tries to stand.
She is scantily clad in pink bloomers and a white tank top with a pink corset around it. Her face is covered in makeup. Her hair is disheveled. The fishnet stockings over her legs are ripped and torn.
She does not cry. She remains strong, though she is broken.
She begins to stumble, but steadies herself.
She grits her blood-stained teeth. She wants revenge.
Her head turns slowly at the sound of movement from behind.
The wind blows...
But it is only the wind she hears?
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 16:36:07 GMT -5
Mike almost silently walked through the park. His semi-long, red hair brushed into his face and he fixed it, like always. His tall figure made a shadow run across the ground. He saw someone in front of him, but didn't say anything to get noticed. He was a shy type, and talked to his friends and classmates only, normally. Sometimes he could make an acception.
He got closer to the student, and noticed that it was a girl. He still didn't say anything, but watched her walk. She seemed off balance. He was heading back to the dorms, because he had heard a loud scream. He didn't know what happened, but he didn't really want to find out. Besides he would find out tomorrow from his friends or the annoucements.
Mike saw the girl stumble. He let out a little gasp of suprise. He thought about helping her, but what if she didn't want it. He watched her, as she turned towards her head towards him. He looked straight at her as she did the same.
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 16:50:21 GMT -5
She stared at him, holding his gaze. What was he staring at? She breathed heavily, in a pant, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. She pressed her fingertips to her bleeding lip, breaking her stare as her eyes fell onto the ground. She wanted revenge. She would have her revenge. And she would get her money.
She shivered a bit as she looked up toward the black sky. She wanted to go home, but she had none. She wasn't even sure what a home was. But she wanted one desperately. All her life she had lived on the streets, finding her own ways of money and food and shelter. She wanted more than that now.
She once more looked at the boy. Her lips twitched with amusement. Her eyes narrowed. She looked threatening and hurt, yet playful and interested in him at the same time. Then again, now really wasn't the best time to play.
She looked down once more. She thought about leaving, but wasn't sure if she could walk straight without collapsing. She turned her head away from the boy and looked ahead of her. She felt like a two year old again, just learning to walk on her own. She sighed, taking a step forward, then another. She stumbled once more and stopped suddenly, taking hold on the edge of the slide quickly so she wouldn't fall. Her breathing grew heavy once more, as if the slightest movements tired her greatly.
She winced, lifting her head as a pain surged through her body. Her head began to pound again. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead, wishing she had some Advil or some kind of drug to stop the pain she felt. She could always depend on drugs or alcohol to solve her problems... or kill her, either way.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 17:23:59 GMT -5
Mike starred at her. Watching her every move. She looked like she had been hurt. He didn't know her, but he had concern for her. Mike was always caring towards anyone who need care. He wanted to help her, but wasn't sure if she would accept it.
He watched her fall, holding onto the slide. He took a quick step forward. She definitally needed help. Her cautiously walked over to her, not wanting to scare her. He stood over her, his shadow covering her skinny body. He was amazed at how skinny she was. He could barely see her face, because of the dim light.
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 21:37:45 GMT -5
She jumped as the light dimmed over her. She narrowed her eyes once more, turning her head to look at him. She studied him, top to bottom. He was younger than her. She could tell. A smirk crossed her face again as her panting decreased slowly. She stood up a little straighter, leaning on the slide, putting all of her weight on her right leg rather than her left. She looked at the ground in front of her for a moment before she chuckled with amusement. Was he just going to stand there?
"So..." She said with a sigh, lifting her head a little. "Are you going to help me or just stand there and stare like some sort of fool?" She glanced over her shoulder, her lips curved upward into a devious smirk. Her voice sounded somewhat hostile and offensive, yet there was humor there, as if she was simply messing with the boy.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 21:46:53 GMT -5
"And what would you do if I don't help you." Mike said. He didn't mean to be rude like that, but the girl had caught him by suprise. He looked at her, concern in his eyes. "What happened to you?" He asked her, trying to figure out how to help her.
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 21:59:02 GMT -5
And what would you do if I don't help you. The top of her lip twitched in annoyance. Why must these people question? Couldn't they just oblige? What kind of question was this, anyway? Did he expect her to hurt him if he didn't obey? She sighed irritably. "I'll slit your throat if you don't. Jesus, boy, what kind of question is that?" She spat sarcastically and ungratefully. She didn't turn to look at him. She shook her head. Really, she didn't mean to sound cruel or cold-hearted, but she wasn't exactly having the best night.
What happened to you? She pressed her fingertips to her bottom lip to see if it was still bleeding. Again, she shook her head. "What happened to me?" She repeated. Finally, she looked at him. "Is that what you asked?" She sneered. She wasn't exactly up for telling him. She didn't even know the kid; for all she knew, he could go and tell the head master or something and she could get expelled. She looked down. "I tried to steal his wallet. He caught on and beat the @#$% out of me, that !@#$&$%." She shook her head, leaving out the first part about how she was at a bar and had tried to seduce a drunk man in order to get the chance to steal his wallet...
"That, my dear boy, is what happened to me. God help you if you should repeat it to anyone." She warned in that of a mutter, narrowing her eyes as she stared at him. She wasn't normally like this. Normally, she was kind of sweet and just wanted to play, like some kind of animal. But, you'd be unpleasant, too, had you got caught stealing a wallet and were beaten up by a drunk man.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 22:11:12 GMT -5
Mike was irritated by this point. He didn't need this attitude from her. He was offering to help her pathetic self. He looked at her with a discusted look on his face. "Well what do you want me to do?" He asked, his voice angry and bored. He waited for a reply to the little tramp. Yes he actually thought she was a tramp, not only that but much more. Of course this was only thinking this because he was tired and frustrated with her. He was sure that she wasn't telling him the whole truth, but decided against that it wasn't the best time for more questions and answers.
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 22:20:53 GMT -5
She caught his upset expression. Her smile returned to her face. She giggled softly. Well what do you want me to do? The edge to his voice made her laugh a bit harder. "Oh, did I upset you, you poor boy?" She said, sarcasm coating her voice. Finally, she turned face him. Her face was very pale, as was the rest of her body, which contradicted with the bright, reddish-pink hair she had. The makeup on her face was slightly smeared from her run in with the drunken man, but it still looked decent. She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting innocently.
Perhaps she should try to be a little nicer to the boy. Perhaps she could use him for something, or even become his friend, though she doubted that. She had very few friends. Her childish attitude began to return to her. "Emilie apologizes." She said sweetly, talking about herself in the third person. "My night has not been the best, if you can't tell." She laughed again, remembering his question from before. She outstretched her arm, "Won't you please help me back to my dorm, dear boy?" She asked, her voice sounding young and cute. It might have come off as being a little mocking, but Emilie didn't mean it that way at all. It was simply the way she was.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 22:49:55 GMT -5
"Well would you want me to carry you to Miss Priss?" He replied, matching pretty darn close to her sarcasim. He watched her and tried very hard not to lose his temper on her. He looked away from her and rolled his eyes. He fixed his hair, which had again fallen into his face. Mike turned back to the girl.
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 23:00:57 GMT -5
Well would you want me to carry you to Miss Priss? Emilie frowned at his sarcasm. She looked truly offended by it, even though she had just used it toward him not to long ago. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the ground, maybe even a little embarassed that he would call her such a thing. Her head hung low. Her body looked frail and cold underneath the street lamp.
She rested her head on the slide and shivered a little. It was beginning to get cold out. She kept her legs together, though she still put no weight on her left leg. She was afraid she would hurt herself. The salty taste of the blood from her lip twinged her tongue suddenly. She sighed. "No..." She muttered softly. She looked up at him for a moment, then shook her head, as if she suddenly thought the idea stupid.
"You know what? Forget it. You don't have to help me." She said, shaking her head once more. Emilie's face grew serious and even a little miserable. She had tried to apologize for being rude, even if she sounded a little unsincere, she did mean it. She turned her back to him, waving her hand in the air, as if dismissing the idea. "I'll just... crawl, or.. something." She said, once more trying to put some weight onto her left leg. She winced, gasping with the pain it caused her. Though, she tried her best not to show much weakness.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 23:12:24 GMT -5
"Oh come on," Mike said. He couldn't tell if this was another one of her sarcastic jokes or not. He moved to help her as she tried to walk. "I'll carry you." He said, letting out a little sigh.
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 4, 2007 23:21:00 GMT -5
"Oh come on... I'll carry you. Emilie put her hand up suddenly in protest to this. She gave him a grave look. "No, it's alright. I won't force you to help me if you don't want to." She said, her lips forming a straight line across her white face. She was taller than him, though she looked small and thin beside his body. She inhaled deeply, letting her one hand fall at her side as she looked back at the other, that was still gripped onto the slide. She slowly outstretched her fingers, letting go of it, once more attempting to walk. Pain surged through her leg, but she wouldn't let herself collapse. She took a few agonizing steps before stopping suddenly, panting once more.
She steadied herself on the edge of a wooden picnic table, putting her hand on her forehead, suddenly feeling helpless. She sat down on the bench in front of the table, resting her elbow on it as she put her hand over forehead. She looked down at herself. She looked horrible for going to such a prestigious school such as this one. She wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her for some kind of hooker. She got an empty feeling in her stomach and began to feel weak. She tried to mask it, though her guard was falling quickly.
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Post by Marie Lynn on May 4, 2007 23:54:39 GMT -5
"I'll take you back to your dorm. Come on now, before you get sick with this cold weather." He said walking over to the bench where she was now sitting. He held out his hand to help her stand up. He would carry her back to her dorm, drop her off, then leave.
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Post by Maxwell Green on May 5, 2007 0:01:20 GMT -5
I'll take you back to your dorm. Come on now, before you get sick with this cold weather. Emilie looked up at him as he spoke, watching him intently as he walked over. She paused for a moment, staring at his hand. She was unsure whether or not to accept his help. She twirled her red hair around her finger as she debated, looking down at the ground then back at the boy. She shivered again in the cold and sighed. Very lightly and cautiously she took his his hand, as if she was afraid he wasn't serious about helping her. She rose to her feet slowly, using the table to keep her balance. "Thank you..." She said quietly, almost in that of a whisper. For once, she sounded genuinely appreciative for his help.
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